#I made a deal with the fae and then forgot it

[obsessive-valentine]

Imposter/Changeling-husband x GN!Reader

A fae changeling seeking some trouble takes the place of your once verbally abusive and neglectful husband and grants you one day of a loving husband out of pity. Or maybe he’ll play along a little longer...

Life was exhausting, your days are long and tiring then you had to return home and continue working to your partners expectations, from making food before he gets home, the house has to be spotless and yourself be presentable. After all this work and effort into a one sided marriage, not one ounce of respect do you get, nor a chance to rant about your day, not a hug. Instead he retreats to his sofa to eat his food and watch tv alone usually only speaking to you briefly. That was what made today so odd, because none of that happened...

Well the day was long and unforgiving and you did rush home to cook and clean, standing in the kitchen keeping the food warm waiting for your partner to barge in, complain about their day and disappear. The door opened but didn’t hit the wall, shoes were wiped on the foot mat then followed with two ‘clip-clops’ as they were laid on the shoe rack... when did they start to care about tracking mud through the house.

“darling? You here?” He called as he walked down the hall towards the kitchen, it took longer than it should have to answered when your words caught in your throat. This was so out of character, even his voice was eerily soft, was he mocking you in a way? Unsure of the intent you choked out a answer with furrowed brows before he rounded the corner “I’m in the kitchen” it came out almost like a whisper but loud enough for his pace to become more confident.

“There you are, you wouldn’t believe the day I had” his eyes locked onto you but were softer than expected and a smile uncovered dimples you forgot existed, subconsciously the corners of your mouth tugged up and your brows rested. Such a unusual feeling of ease washed over you, and even more so when he greeted you with a hug; something was unsettling about the atmosphere but you chalked it up to him being abnormally nice. It was like settling into a old habit, it was how you fell in love with him, the same actions you’d dreamed about experiencing again; the ones that kept you from leaving your husband all these years.

He’d thanked you for cooking and praised your cleaning, you both sat and ate together and he listened about your day before insisting he clean the dishes. You’d been so wrapped up in this feeling you failed to notice his slight change in eye colour, his sharper teeth, the fact his limbs were slightly longer not enough to be concerning and how his smile dropped whenever you turned away.

...

He’d chosen your husband to become a doppelgänger of due to his position in the workplace, a secure one, one he could use to mess with people then disappear and choose a new target. But after weeks of watching and waiting for the perfect moment to jump in, he’d began to become disgusted with how this human treated his partner, even fae treated their partners with more respect than you’d been dealing with.

For a while he’d considered treating you so bad that you’d leave this shitty life and run for the hills in some sort of sick mercy or lesson. But as he walked closer to the door of the house knowing you’d be in the kitchen waiting for the verbal abuse or neglect the like every other day, he couldn’t bring himself to mimic the now dead man he’s taken the place of by opening the door harshly. Instead the door didn’t reach the wall with a thud, stopped by the tips of his fingers last second; sparing you a jolt of shock.

He huffed in annoyance once he’d realised he’d already messed up his plan, after straightening up his jacket he decided ‘this house will see one day of calm, then I’ll chase them off’. So he took off his shoes and placed them on the rack and faked a calm smile. The whole night he kept thinking ‘poor thing’, how fast you caved into the love bombing and denying the off putting atmosphere.

And at some point, maybe when he jokingly danced with you for half a song while you both cleaned up, or maybe when he went to bed with you and let himself drape a arm over you, maybe it was when he woke up to the alarm clock and saw you still peacefully still, he began thinking ‘My poor thing’.

So that morning one day of mercy turned into two and a growing possession over his naive little human. Maybe he will play happy marriage with you for a while, maybe when he gets bored of this world he will take you with him. Maybe he will settle down in this silly world and never reveal his true self...

#yandere oc #x reader #yandere fae #yandere changeling #yandere

[blues824]

Hello again bestie coming back with the yandere pic request but for sebek feel free to do what you want to go feral bestie❤️.

The things I would let this man do to and for me…

Warning: This is a Yandere fic. I do not condone this behavior in real life.

Sebek Zigvolt

There was little time until he got in.

You were panting, out of breath from running back to your dormitory, and you immediately started barricading your front door. You knew it wouldn’t be enough, however, so you used whatever energy you have left to sprint to your room, where you further barricaded yourself into it.

“Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?!” A shout came from outside, scaring you out of your wits and making more tears fall from your eyes. 

Why couldn’t he just LEAVE YOU ALONE?!

He already hurt your friends, you remember seeing Ace coughing up blood because of what he had done. Deuce had a blackened eye. Epel and Jack didn’t look much better. Of course, this was not without struggle. They did manage to deal some damage, but not enough to get him to stop chasing after you.

“Darling, there you are!”

Shit, you forgot about the window!

He was standing on a broom to float, and even though you sat on the opposite side of the room, you could see the figurative delusional hearts in his eyes. Quickly, he used his fist to punch out the glass pane of the window, and he quickly got into your room.

However, what he saw only made him angrier. He saw the armchair, the table, and the nightstand pressed against the door, and he immediately knew what you were trying to do.

“Y/N, were you trying to hide from me? Trying to keep me from you?! Well, you should’ve known that it wasn’t going to work!” He got closer and closer, shouting, making you curl up further and further into yourself.

You knew this wasn’t the Sebek that you had grown to care for. He was under the influence of a potion. A few students thought it would be a funny idea to prank the knight and get him to follow you around like a puppy. However, he went total psycho and possessive.

Earlier today, you sought out your friends to ask for their help in getting you away from him until the potion wore off. However, he managed to find you in Heartslabyul, where you were hiding out, and he lashed out and beat your friends to a pulp. 

Jack fought bravely, managing to scratch him and punch Sebek in the nose, which broke something, as blood dripped from his nostrils. However, he lost in the end, but you ran while the fight was going on. You jumped into a random mirror and it just so happened to be yours.

And that’s kind of where you are now. You would have to personally murder those students later, but right now you have to deal with a yandere and angry Sebek. 

“Darling, why are you cowering before me? I would never hurt you. I’m supposed to be your knight in shining armor…” He kneeled before, taking your wrists into his hands and making you reveal your face to him.

You were praying to whatever being resided in the heavens that Lilia had a club meeting and could hear what was going on in your room. You peered into the half-fae’s eyes, and his lips were closing in on yours.

“Remember that you will always belong to me, and only me, Y/N,” You tried to push him away, but he kissed you with the force of a cannon ball, even as you wiggled and squirmed beneath him.

Once he pulled away, his eyes were glowing a bright green, and he had a smirk on his face.

“Why are you doing this?!” You screamed at him.

“Because you somehow managed to make me fall in love with you: a human who won’t live for very long. I need to be there for every moment… to savor it until I join you in the stars. Then, I’ll still be obsessed with you because you are a mystery to me.”

Usually, something like this would make your heart flutter and you flustered, but right now it just filled you with a sense of dread. You had the entire confession planned out, and it would have been simple and normal, and he probably would have shouted his feelings for you.

But now, with him whispering, it felt wrong.

Really wrong.

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #twst sebek #sebek x reader #sebek zigvolt #twst sebek zigvolt x reader #twst sebek x reader #sebek #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst

[coeurdedior]

It’s always « poor Lulu » and never « poor Elain ».

Elain who had a mother who didn’t care about her. A mother who only cared about Elain’s beauty and what that beauty could bring her. A mother who didn’t believe in her. A mother who said she had no ambition, and that she only cared about her gardens. A mother who wanted Elain to have an advantageous marriage.

Elain who saw her father’s death. ( and maybe she feels guilty for his death for not arriving sooner. The fact she said nothing could have saved him. Did she have to make a choice between saving Nesta and Cassian or her father ? A life for a life. We don't know if changing the future can have consequences. )

Elain who saw both of her sisters almost die in front of her.

Elain who has been kidnapped two times. (And we don’t know her thoughts about it.)

Elain who was thrown in the cauldron. (Feyre literally said that Elain’s screams broke her heart and Nesta said she felt violated ») Also, the fact Elain was thrown the first one, she didn’t know if she would survive. She had to deal with pain, stress, fear and also, the humiliation when almost all of the men in the room laughed at her. Also, the fact she was almost naked in front of them.

Elain who had her heart broken by Graysen. He rejected her because she is a fae now. He didn’t accept her as she was. And during this time, she had to learn to love a body that people made her hate (people seems to forgot but for Nesta and Elain, Faes weren’t good people. They learned to fear and hate them.) All the sisters had to deal with this transition. Be the thing they learned to hate. They were humans and now they are faes. They saw their lives changed overnight.

Elain who had to deal with her new power. She was lost between reality and dreams. She saw and heard things that no one else saw and heard. She must have also thought she was crazy or something was wrong with her. Until Azriel told her she was a seer. She blinked and woke up. (And it makes me laugh when people said that she needed sunlight or see the gardens when it is written in the book that « she woke up »when Azriel told her she was a seer. You can’t make an interpretation when it’s literally written).

I also add that Elain was depressed in the beginning of ACOWAR. She wasn’t eating, she didn’t speak, she was staying in her bedroom.

And finally, Elain who had to deal with a mate while she is interested in someone else. A mate who reminder her of her trauma. A mate who reminds her the worst day of her life probably. (It’s also why I prefer Elriel than Elucien or even Gwynriel. The first meeting between two characters is very important to me, and the circumstances in which Gwynriel and Elucien met are just too sad. Elain and Gwyn look at them and they remember the worst day of their life, it’s not very romantic to me).

So, the lack of compassion for Elain is so incomprehensible. She’s literally the definition of suffer in silence.

And, I’am tired of seeing comment like « Lucien deserves to be happy ». They act like Lucien carried all the misery of the world on his shoulders.

All the characters suffered.

#pro elain #elain archeron #elriel #lucien vanserra #anti elucien

[atticuswritesstuff]

Azriel x Ovulating Human!Reader

Word Count: 3.4K

Synopsis: fem!reader is ovulating, and Azriel offers to 'help'

Warnings: smut, HEAVY breeding kink themes, overstimulation, oral (f!receiving), mentions of periods, heat cycles, ovulation, bondage

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You could feel it as soon as you woke up. The deep ache in her lower gut signified the start of her ovulation period. Not as bad as some of the faerie, fae, and nymph heat cycles you heard were possible, but still bad enough to cause you to curl up, wishing you could be full of something, anything. 

As the sun started to creep over the horizon, light sun rays shone through the window. You knew Azriel or Cassian would be there soon enough to retrieve you for training. They would be able to tell. Even if you weren’t fae, they would be able to smell it, your arousal, now pooling between your legs as something deep inside you begged to be bred and stuffed full of cum.

Hey Rhysie, can you hear me? you called out.

Good morning sunshine, sleep ok? he asked, his voice a comfort in your mind.

I slept fine, I just had a favor to ask, you suggested.

How can I be of service?

Can you tell Cass and Azriel that I won’t be training this morning? I’m not feeling well.

You can’t tell them yourself? He replied hesitantly.

I can’t face them right now, I really don’t feel good, please, just tell them.

Will do that, would you like me to send Madja over?

No, I can handle this on my own, thank you though.

No problem, take care of yourself ok?

Yes sir.

You threw the mental shields back up, holding yourself tighter. Ovulation was no foreign feeling, but it was still one that made you dread having to be an active member of society. Fae society at that, you were human and couldn’t smell those things, they all could. You couldn’t control your arousal either, her body begging to be touched, to be loved. It was awful.

Groaning, you wrapped a soft blanket right around your aching body, you were gonna rest all day, not worrying about Valkyrie training. They wouldn’t miss you for a day or two.

Sleep beckoned, pulling you in, hopefully for as long as it took to ride out this wave of arousal.

——

When Rhys had reached out to him to let them know Y/n wouldn’t be training today, Azriel couldn’t stifle the growing worry settling in his stomach. Usually, you would tell them ahead of time or come insisting you weren’t too sick to train. This wasn’t like you.

Once training was over for the morning, Azriel flew to the townhouse where you had been staying since you arrived in Velaris. Letting himself in and traveling up the stairs, he couldn’t hear anything out of the ordinary. He knocked on your door, listening for any sign of life.

“Y/n?” He called, a scarred hand ghosting over the handle of your door.

He could hear a faint rustling, but only slightly. Turning the handle, he pushed open the door to see you wrapped up in a blanket in a corner of your bed, attempting to go back to sleep.

“What are you doing here?” You groaned.

“I came to-“ He stopped at the threshold of the room. Now he’d realized why she’d skipped out on training. It wasn’t as bad as scenting a female, but he could still tell you were struggling.

“Oh,” he mumbled, slowly crossing the room and sitting on the edge of the bed, “I guess I forgot that human females ovulate, too.”

Of course.

“Shut up,” you growled, trying to distract yourself from the ache starting to grow in your belly again, “Go away.”

Tch, brat.

He chuckled, poking your foot, “Grumpy.”

He took in your scent as you squirmed under her blanket, trying your best to disappear in the softness of your blanket. It was more manageable to be around an ovulating human than any fae female, in a way he felt bad. It still looked to be bothering you. A small, primal part of him couldn’t deny how much he wanted to help you..to fill you up.

“I could help you out if you wanted,” he said quietly, rubbing your calf over the blanket, “It might ease whatever you’re feeling.”

“Azriel,” you cooed, “You don’t need to, I can deal with this on my own.”

Your thighs were pressed together under the blanket, you didn’t want to push him, but part of you really wanted him. She’d be lying if she didn’t think about him from time to time. Who wouldn’t? All of Prythian knew how beautiful the High Lord’s Spymaster was, he could have anyone he wanted eating out of the palm of his hand.

“Oh it would be my pleasure,” he grinned, beginning to climb over your covered body, “Let me take care of you, I promise I’ll make everything feel better.” 

Shadows slithered up under the blanket, teasing your thighs as he caged you in under him. He pushed you to lay on your back, a scarred hand squeezing your shoulder tauntingly, “Only if you want this.”

You gaped at the fae male on display above you. His wings were starting to flare as he took in your flushed state. 

“Azriel,” you whined, sliding a gentle hand up his arm to rest against his cheek, “Please.”

“Please what?” He asked softly, pressing his palm over the one resting on his cheek.

You took in a shaky breath, “Please, make me feel better, I want you.”

He smiled, kissing the inside of your palm. He sent a few shadows away to shut and lock the door before slowly undoing the blanket. A chill rushed up your spine as soon as he did.

“Cold?” He teased, starting to slide up the hem of your nightshirt.

You let out a curt “mhm”, shivering slightly as his hand started to slide up under your shirt, slowly palming one of your breasts.

“I’ll keep you warm,” he assured you, bringing the blanket to cover your shoulders as he lifted your shirt, revealing your bare breasts to him. His head dipped, attaching his mouth to your nipple, his hand playing with your other breast as his tongue started to circle your nipple.

You sighed at the feeling, more arousal starting to pool at your core as Azriel spoiled your breasts with his mouth, alternating between kisses and love bites, leaving a few hickeys on either breast before peppering kisses down your stomach. You shivered at the sensation, the chilly air not helping as you erupted in goosebumps. Azriel shamelessly rubbed his mouth against your clothed core, already feeling the wetness pooling there.

“Fuck sweetheart, you must really be needing this,” he suggested, leaving a soft kiss on the wet patch now forming before hooking his fingers into your waistband, pulling them down off your hips, and sliding them off your legs, “No panties?”

You whined at his teasing, Azriel started leaving kisses on each one of your thighs, slowly inching their way to your cunt.

Snaking a hand into his hair, you whimpered as you tried to pull him where you needed him.

“Needy little thing,” he cooed, holding back from absolutely ruining you, “You need to tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

“I want you to stop fucking teasing me,” you whined, “Please Azriel, I need you to taste.”

You tried pulling his head closer but he held firm, “Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure!” You huffed, pouting.

He smiled before licking a long, slow stripe up the length of your pussy, moaning as he did so, “Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined.”

Did he imagine this?

You had no time to process that as he slid a finger into you. Crying out, you tried to close your legs at the sudden intrusion. His shadows made quick work of holding them open as he dove back in with his tongue, curling his finger inside her in tandem with the flicking of his tongue on her clit. It only took minutes to feel an all too familiar feeling form in the pit of your stomach, tiny whimpers and soft moans urging him on.

“A-Az…fuck please I-“

“Let go, little love,” he commanded, adding another finger, Your release tore through you, crying Azriel's name out as if it was a plea to the very Cauldron they worshipped.

“Az,” you beckoned, panting.

Azriel crawled back up the length of your body, placing a soft kiss on your lips, letting you taste how messy you made him. Pulling Azriel in closer, a hand on the back of his neck, you left out a plea so soft he almost didn’t hear it.

“More? Please?” A question, you were unsure of how much he was willing to give. He had only made you cum once, and here you were begging to be ruined.

“Oh love,” he cooed, settling between your legs once more, “How can I say no to you?”

Azriel dove right back in, not hesitating to suck on your clit, swirling his tongue around the now-swollen bud before flicking his tongue over it as fast as possible. Your undoing only took a minute after that, a second orgasm ripping through you, this one drowning Azriel in cum as your thighs clenched around his head.

“S-sorry,” you whimpered, realizing you’d not only squirted all over his face, but practically drowned him by clenching your thighs around his head.

Azriel let out a sultry chuckle, licking your cum off his lips, “Don’t be sorry.”

He let your thighs fall open fully, shadows softly caressing your quivering legs, soothing circles tracing up and down your calves before grasping your plush, cum soaked thighs. With as much softness as he could maintain, Azriel licked up all the cum coating your thighs before gently doing the same to your sex. Languid strokes up and down your folds left you whining and shaking again.

“Azriel?” She muttered.

Ariel returned to hover over you once more, caging you in with hands on either side of your shoulders, “Yes, love?”

You inhaled deeply, trying to muster up as much courage as you could, “I w-want more.”

Azriel was amused by your desire, it urged him on even more. He was trying his best to hide his erection, but the tent forming against his leathers was a dead giveaway.

“What do you want, baby?” He smiled sweetly, caressing your cheek with his shadows, “Do you want me to lick your pretty cunt until you scream my name?”

His filthy words took you aback, mouth agape and eyes slightly widened, you shook your head shyly.

“No? Then what do you want from me, love?” He teased, replacing his shadow with soft touches against your cheek, “I can only help if you tell me how.”

You brought your hand up to his, slowly guiding his hand to your mouth. You stuck your tongue out, licking up the length of his middle and forefinger before taking both in your mouth.

Azriel watched in awe as you whined around his fingers, you made his fingers messy with spit before pulling them out, slowly starting to guide them down. Never breaking eye contact, you placed his fingers at her still dripping entrance, the pleading look in her eye begging him to ruin her with yet another orgasm.

Azriel let out a soft smile, “Do you want me to make you cum again? Is that what my baby needs?”

You nodded, you did want this. You needed this.

“Say it, y/n,” Azriel demanded, pulling his fingers away from your dripping heat.

“I need you, Azriel,” you whispered.

Azriel brought his hand back to your cunt, “Again.”

“I need you,” He pushed in up to his first knuckle, slowly sliding the tips of his fingers in and out.

“One more time,” he pleaded, leaving sloppy kisses on your jaw, “You’ve been so good, say my name, say it again.”

 “I need you, Azriel. I’ve only ever needed you.” You pulled him up for another searing kiss. With those words falling from your lips, Azriel finally pushed his thick digits into you, earning a moan that was music to his ears. He quickly curled his fingers up against your g-spot, abusing it.

You grabbed onto his neck, his shoulders, his forearm, anything that could brace you for your coming orgasm.

Azriel got to see it all, the way you struggled to make any sound at all, the way your legs trembled and core clenched as if you were trying your best not to cum.

“Let it out, little love,” he purred, increasing his pace ever so slightly, “Just let it all out for me.”

You practically screamed his name, throwing your head back as you finally allowed yourself to let go. Your breasts arched up into his touch. Your entire body felt like it was on fire. 

Azriel watched as you tensed up, your entire body seizing as he ripped another orgasm out of you, this one drenching him just as much as the last. His desire to make you squirt all over was insatiable. He needed some self-control. He would've kept going, would’ve allowed his shadows to hold you down while his mouth and fingers abused your sopping cunt, forcing as many orgasms as he wanted out of you. 

He was fucking drunk off of your body.

He enjoyed watching you come back to reality, legs still shaking as you struggled to keep your eyes open wide enough. He had exhausted you only three orgasms in. The smile you gave him upon meeting his gaze almost made him wreck you then and there. That pretty smile that you would wear on your happiest days, granted it was fleeting as you realized how badly she wanted more.

“What's wrong, sweetheart?” He cooed, soothing your body with loving touches and kisses, “Still not enough?”

You frowned, shaking your head slightly, you felt so greedy asking for more. 

Azriel just gave you a taunting grin, “Oh, my poor baby!”

Your eyes widened as he crawled up over you, making a show of how big he was compared to you. His wings began to cage you in, and his eyes. Fuck, he looked absolutely dazed off lust.

“I’ve made you cum three times, and it’s still not enough for you?” He teased, holding your jaw to look him in the eyes, “Something tells me you want more than just my mouth and my fingers, hm?”

His predatory gaze never left yours as he let his shadows roam your body freely, “Tell me what you want.”

A demand. 

This was a very dangerous game you were playing. Azriel looked ready to snap at any hint of what you wanted from him. He had made it very clear how you made him feel.

“I w-want-” you breathed, his shadows distracting you, “I want you t-to, oh,”

His shadows had crept around your wrists and ankles, pinning them firmly to the bed as others began leaving teasing touches along your thighs, your breasts, anywhere they could tease. 

“Hm? I didn’t quite hear you, little love,” He purred.

“Please, Azriel, it hurts,” you cried.

A hint of concern flashed across his face, “Where does it hurt?”

His shadows let you wiggle a hand free from their grasp, you grabbed his wrist, slowly bringing it down to your lower stomach, “Here.”

“Here?” He affirmed, pressing a palm over the expanse of your belly.

You nodded, sniffling.

Suddenly, your arousal started to fill the room much more strongly than before. 

Oh. 

He smiled, “Is my baby needing to be full? Do you need me to fuck you full of my cum? Is that what you need?”

You shivered, obediently bringing your wrist back to where his shadows had pinned the other, waiting to be restrained again.

His hand came back up to your throat, “I need to hear you say it, Y/n.”

“Please! Fuck me Azriel, please?” You begged, tears running down the sides of your face in embarrassment and frustration, “Just fucking breed me-”

His grip on your throat tightened, a primal growl coming from deep within his chest, as he moved his lips to just inches away from your ear, “Say…that…again.”

You could feel his breathing starting to pick up, fuck you really must have unleashed something in him with one little comment, but there was no going back now.

“Breed me,” You whispered, “Please?”

Azriel let go and pulled off you immediately, tearing his leathers off so hard he may as well have cut them to pieces with truth-teller. Your eyes widened upon seeing his cock, the sheer size, gods he was so damn thick, you knew you were in for it now. 

He descended upon you instantly, his cock only rubbing up and down to gather your wetness on his tip before pushing his entire length inside. 

“Fuck!” You yelled, throwing your head back.

“There we fucking go,” Azriel moaned, resting on his forearm above you, the other coming up to wrap around your throat, you tucked your head into him, finally feeling some sort of relief, “Feels much better, doesn’t it sweetheart?”

You nodded against his collarbone, whining as he throbbed inside of you.

“See how easy that was?” Azriel sunk his teeth into your shoulder, eliciting a sharp gasp from you as he left a bitemark for everyone to see, “My sweet little angel, it's like you were meant for my cock.”

He started rutting into you at a slow, steady pace, his cock kissing your cervix. You clung onto him for dear life, leaving scratch marks down his back as your legs found their way to his waist. This was definitely what you needed.

Azriel nestled his head into your neck, inhaling deeply, trying to commit your scent to memory, “Gonna fill you up, breed this sweet little cunt.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at his words, he chuckled at the feeling of your walls clenching around him.

“Filthy fucking baby,” He moaned, nipping at your neck, “You like the thought of being bred? Being filled up with my cum?”

“Yes!” You cried, not being able to say much more as yet another orgasm washed over you.

Azriel pulled your hand down to the expanse of your lower stomach, “Feel that?”

You gasped, feeling his cock bulging through your tummy as he fucked you hard, his hand pressed down harder above yours, “Gonna get you pregnant, yeah angel? Fuck you would look so pretty carrying my child!”

He started fucking you faster, clearly chasing his own release, you went limp against him, the overstimulation starting to numb your brain to any coherent thoughts. You didn’t care about the risks, sex like this had you ready to let Azriel ruin you. Azriel lost his will to be gentle, he pounded into your sopping cunt relentlessly, admiring how well you fit around him, the way your body trembled against his. How your moans turned into soft cries for mercy as he overstimulated you.

How much you trusted him.

His heart went soft, he brought his gaze up slowly to find you still fucked out and struggling with the pleasure.

“Look at me, little love,” He commanded, placing a hand on your jaw. You opened your eyes as his thrusts slowed, He sat up suddenly, pulling his warmth away for a brief moment as he brought his other hand back to your stomach. “I want you to feel me breed you, feel me right here.” 

He whispered against your lips. His hand pressed down on yours, his thrusts slowing as he released deep inside you. You pulled him in to meet your lips, tangling a hand in his hair as his cock kissed your cervix once more, throbbing as he filled you to the brim. Azriel wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling the both of you up into a tight embrace, his cock still nestled deep inside you as you rested on his lap.

“Mine,” He growled, burying his face in your neck, “You are mine.”

You chuckled, smiling sweetly as his wings cocooned the two of you. Pressing a kiss to his temple, you enjoyed the feeling of his cum leaking out of you, making a mess of you both. He was still hard, reeling from the intensity of the feelings you two had just shared. Your body was spent and thankful, no more did you feel the intense ache of ovulation.

And Azriel was going to make sure you never felt that way again. 

#azriel smut #azriel #azriel spymaster #azriel acosf #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #acotar fanfiction #azriel x reader #acotar #acotar smut #shadowsinger x reader #spymaster

[echo-goes-mmm]

Moonflower #10

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Warnings: implied past non-con

It was Thursday, and Iris was distracted with the oncoming dreaded Friday. So distracted, she forgot to mind her steps. Her ankle twisted over the slightly-too-long hem of her dress, and her heel rolled out from under her.

Kit caught her by the arms so fast it hadn’t even begun to hurt yet. 

“Thanks,” she said, wincing. Kit lowered her slowly to the ground, and her ankle throbbed.

“Really, Kit, it’s just a sprain,” she protested as he gently removed her shoe. It really hurt, but she could suck it up and deal with it. Life went on, and the pile of work didn’t stop getting bigger just because she was a wuss.

Kit didn’t pay her any mind, and she began to feel annoyed about it when Kit suddenly wrapped his cool hands around her ankle. Iris braced for the pain, but there was only a slight tingle and the scent of rain, and the soreness was gone.

She experimentally moved her foot, and there wasn’t even a twinge.

“How did you do that?” she asked, baffled. Kit hadn’t done any magic in the almost-week he’d been living with her, and she had assumed he couldn’t anymore.

“Do what?” Kit looked up at her, confused. 

“You just healed my ankle.” 

Kit’s eyes went wide, as if he didn’t even realize he’d done it. He glanced down at his fingers, wiggling them a little, and a small glow like a miniature sunbeam danced over his fingertips.

He beamed at the display, but as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone. Kit moved his hand again, but nothing happened. 

“Oh,” he said, “That’s it.”

Kit looked like he was about to cry, and then his expression closed off into resignation.

Iris felt horrible, but there was nothing she could do. She put her shoe back on and stood, offering a hand.

“Come on,” she said, quietly. “I’m sure your magic will come back soon.”

“Right,” he muttered. He took her hand and got up. He didn’t try any more magic for the rest of the day.

___________________

Iris dismissed him early, telling him to come back for dinner at six while she worked on papers.

Kit didn’t quite know what to do with himself, so he opted to go outside.

He had felt empty and lifeless since the ankle incident, and he really could use the comforting midday sun.

As Kit stepped out into the gardens, he realized he made a mistake. The massacred grass and isolated flowers only made him miss himself and the fae realm more. 

He couldn’t bear to look at the abomination they called a garden, and found an oak tree to sit under. Kit went to the other side of the tree to avoid the awful sight, only to be met with a view of nothing but the high stone wall.

Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he sat heavily on the rough grass.

He heard birdsong coming from the other side of the wall, so familiar but out of reach, and couldn’t help but burst into tears.

Kit mourned the loss of his friends, the loss of his magic, the loss of home. Even his body wasn’t his, not after those horrible humans had pleasured themselves with it.

He wasn’t himself anymore, and hadn’t been for a long time.

“I want to go home. I want to go home.” he whispered to himself, as if wishing and saying it aloud would somehow make it happen.

He wrapped his arms around his knees, rocking, and wept.

Green leaves fell from the oak tree, as if weeping with him, and the branches shuddered.

Kit sobbed and sobbed, letting every frustration and sorrow flow out of him. He hadn’t cried since the first time the mortals helped themselves to his body, and he couldn’t stop.

He heard the signature sound of a metal armored boot behind him, and he clapped a hand around his mouth. He wept into his palm, trying to muffle himself, but it was too late.

“Hey,” said a soft voice, Brennan’s voice, and Kit screwed his eyes shut. He removed his hand and gasped in some air.

“What do you want?” he croaked, voice wrecked.

“Are you…” Brennan trailed off, probably noticing how stupid an ‘are you okay’ would be.

“I heard you crying,” Brennan settled on.

Kit shuddered, tears still streaming down his face. “I’ll try to be quieter,” he rasped.

Brennan moved closer, stepping fully around the oak.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“I want to go home,” said Kit, curling further into the ground. “I want to go home,” he said again, mostly just to try and comfort himself with repetition. He tugged at his own hair, trying to stave off his emotions with the sting, but it didn’t work.

Brennan shifted, clearly uncomfortable. “I’m sorry,” he said. 

“Okay,” said Kit. He felt empty, drained, and didn’t want Brennan there. He let go of his hair, smoothing it down to self-soothe. “Could you go away?” he asked. “Please?”

Brennan patted him on the shoulder, still awkward, and left.

Kit didn’t want to feel better, but the sun was shining, he’d cried it out, and maybe Brennan didn’t hate him.

He rubbed his hands up and down his arms, still trying to catch his breath and calm down.

“Five years,” he muttered. “Just five years.”

White lilies and purple hyacinths sprouted and bloomed at his feet, responding to his distress.

He brushed his hand over their petals, breathing in their perfume.

The plants swayed in the late summer breeze, and he smiled at them a little, forgetting himself. And then he remembered the gardener, and his heart ached again.

“I’m sorry,” he said to the flowers. “They’re just going to dig you up soon.”

The flowers couldn’t respond of course; even magic plants didn’t talk. 

But he sat with the blossoms and closed his eyes to drink in the sun, his misery abated.

For now.

taglist: @paintedpigeon1 @cupcakes-and-pain @loserwithsyle @cepheusgalaxy @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @virtualbreadtale

#he was past due for a mental breakdown #so here we are #moonflower series #my writing #whump #slavery whump #fae whumpee #royal caretaker

[arthurrei07]

actverse / take on killer!sans / pt. 1

tws: implied d0mest1c a6use, bl00d, v10lence, curse words.

ship: nightkiller.

~

“…Boss is calling you.”

Killer took a moment to scoff out of his nose, almost like a snort but in exhaling manners. He spared a glance at Horror, his eyes narrowing as that crooked grin did not leave his stitched lips—scooting back from the table as his chair squeaked against the wooden flooring.

“This,” Killer’s fingers gently pressed on the side of the dish, “belongs in the trash.”

Horror’s eyebrows softly knitted, his eyes turning away from Killer and to Murder. Killer’s teeth bared — his lips not shifting from the smile, the black bloodstains being visible to any eye, “Of course. Alright, big guy.”

He raised his clenched hand up in the air, the clean fork shining under the dim light. Killer left the fork onto the table, the metal clattering around until it finally stopped.

Killer took one single look at both of their faces, the expressions—oh, the expressions. Almost gave him enough enjoyment to leave their sorryasses alone to rot. But he wasn’t done.

His neck took two cracks to turn to the staircase, eyes wide bulging as the streaks of negativity filled in his pitch black eyes, streaming down in some straight lines on his cheeks, “Enjoy your rat meat meal. Absolutely delicious, right?”

He heard some hitching on Horror’s breathing, and Murder uncomfortably moved in his place. Killer snorted, his feet stepping up to the stairs.

The wood creaked as he pushed his body up and up, feet one by one changing places on the stairs. His ear twitched as the cold air drifted through somewhere and onto his face, clearing his wet hair away from his mouth and eyes.

He helped himself up to the top stair, orbs looking around to see which room’s door was wide fucking open, making him freeze to his guts—and it was Nightmare’s.

“Killer.” That bastard was standing there, staring at him.

“What am I being accused of this time? Hm?” Killer snickered, his voice coming out rather hoarse and strangled. Blood ran up to his mouth, stopping his giggles in the middle. He nearly frowned, his taste buds tingling with the sharp taste of iron—then expectorated into his mouth and spat it harshly on the floor as black splat onto the ground. He huffed, eyes back onto Nightmare’s face.

“Let me guess,” Killer said, that stupid smile occupying his own face, “I failed the mission. Oh but Musty reported me to you, because I not only failed the mission, but I failed against that little Fae twink of your damned brother.”

Killer suddenly gasped out, his bandaged hand raising up to his mouth, showing that he had remembered something — a shock apparent on his face. Then his arm fell completely limp on his side, head slightly tilting to the left as his eyes refilled with the negativity, “I almost forgot, can you believe that? I also broke Murder’s arm, and insulted Horror’s cooking. Oh! But you already know those, huh?”

Nightmare’s shitless face—Killer wanted to break every single bone on his pretty little face, and to break them dirtily. Oh, how would he have enjoyed seeing him scream in agony, down on the floor — dying and in pain. But thank the Gods above, the trio of the brothers always returned. Not even a single damage to their body; not a busted lip, not a crooked nose, no nothing. Thank Error and Ink, right?

“Pathetic. Desperately pathetic, I am.” Killer mumbled.

“What are you exactly upset about, Killer?” Nightmare asked, his stupid teal pupil looking directly into Killer’s eyes.

“Funny question, Nightmare,” Killer spat out his name as if poison, his lips almost trembling as they forced the stitches, “Maybe the fucking contract you got my soul with. Does it ring any bells? Hm? No?”

Killer’s head perked back up, the water droplets dripping on his bare shoulders. “If I had not made that deal with you, I would have been the most powerful Fae to ever exist. The most dangerous. The most deadly.” Killer dreamily sighed, an obvious sarcasm toned in his exhale, “Maybe then I would be able to get rid of the blue asswipe.”

“You would have died if you had not made the deal. Remember,” Nightmare’s voice was calm, and Killer had to physically hold himself back from not attacking his goddamn ass, “you destroyed your own territory. You basically saved yourself from your end by making the contract.”

“I should have died, then. It’s better than being your favorite toy to play with.” Killer left his weight on the other leg, a soft shift of position causing him to get easily irritated.

“What do you want me to do, Killer?” Nightmare offered, voice hinted with aggression, “Help you create your family again? Get rid of Chara for once and ever? Make you live like princes, high and above — without any fears or disorders? Tell me, what do you want?”

“You tell me. What do I want?” Killer bit back, his lips still on their ugly grin and—he just hated it, Gods, he wanted to get rid of his complete face, “What do I want, Nightmare? What do I look like I want? Your dick? Your money? No. I want to get rid of you. I want you to die in a ditch, slowly and painfully.”

“And why do you exactly want it? Because I hit you? Or because I remind you of Papyrus every time I look dissatisfied, disappointed and frustrated?”

Killer’s eyes studied Nightmare’s face, every bone structure, his lips and nose, his… eyes. The different shapes of pupils, the different colors. He was absolutely beautiful. And Killer wanted that. He wanted to be pretty. He wanted to be charming. He wanted to be powerful. And maybe then, he would be content with his damned existence and cursed body.

“You are already flawless.” Killer got taken aback, but well, Nightmare could read minds after all, “You are attractive, drop dead gorgeous, even. A simple busted lip and a crooked nose won’t change anything about your face.” Killer slightly flinched, his grin fading away from his lips as Nightmare took a step closer — his hands gathered behind him, “You are incredibly talented and powerful. I saw you grow the roses near the Tree of Feelings with just your bare hands, and believe me when I say this, I have not seen anything like those white flowers in my thousand years of being. You have an amazing talent at using your knives, and any weapon at all — you almost seem too angelic when you use them. Especially against Murder.”

Killer’s eyebrows furrowed, his black orbs following Nightmare’s every move as he stepped closer and closer to his person, “You are just telling me what I want to hear.”

Nightmare paused in front of Killer, his head slightly piping down to make an eye contact with him. Killer’s dialed pupils followed Nightmare’s muscles softly budge into something kind, a gentle smile forming on his black lipsticky lips.

Killer hated his smile more than he hated his own.

“Is it so?” Nightmare cooed, his arms dangling on his side for a moment before he reached for Killer’s face, his bruised cheeks fitting right into Nightmare’s palms as he cupped them tenderly, thumbs rubbing onto his cheekbones, “Do you really think that I am just flattering you?”

Killer’s teeth gritted, and he yanked himself back from Nightmare, “Don’t fucking tease me, you bastard. I will obliterate you.”

“As you wish.” Nightmare’s arms sagged on his sides for a second, then he tucked them into his pockets.

They stared at each other, eyes not leaving one another.

…Killer was the one who cut the eye contact. He sighed from his nose, arms crossing on his chest as he leaned against Nightmare’s torso — getting wrapped with his arms.

Killer blinked twice, the wet layer in his eye clearing. The negativity streaks on his cheeks slowly cut — and a single circular pupil shone out of the darkness.

“Glad to have you back.” Killer felt Nightmare’s voice tingle on his chest, reaching Killer’s ears as his soft breathing filled his mind.

“…Yeah. Glad to be back.”

~

Killer Sans belongs to @rahafwabas

Nightmare Sans belongs to @jokublog

Murder/Dust Sans belongs to @ask-dusttale

Horror Sans belongs to @sour-apple-studios

Actverse belongs to me

#fanfic #undertale #killermare #nightkiller #killer sans #nightmare sans #murder sans #horror sans #dust sans #dreamberry #tw implied abuse #tw implied violence #fanfiction #dreamtale #killertale #actverse #undertale au

[katana-no-neko]

Call Me By My Name

ao3

Natsu laughed voraciously as he flew, twirling through the air while the wind gust around his scales, not paying any mind to his cousin shouting after him. Many of his fellow dragons were remaining in their den with the rumors of a fae in the area, but Natsu didn't really care. He'd never met a pureblooded fae before, but really, how scary could one be? He was way stronger than some hoity-toity faerie, and it's not like he was stupid enough to tell one his true name.

He soared past trees and through mountains, smiling the whole time before spotting a crystal clear lake down below and deciding to drop in for a swim. With a big splash, he landed, diving deep into the water and transforming to his human form as he came back up with another hearty laugh.

It didn't take much longer for him to feel a gaze upon his back. Spinning around, Natsu quickly spied a pair of round, brown eyes peeking out at him from behind a tree. The eyes widened and turned away, the owner realizing they'd been caught.

"Hey!" Natsu called, "Wait! I didn't mean to bother ya, come back! I promise I don't bite," he smiled a toothy grin as the eyes hesitantly peered back at him again. "At least not usually."

A gorgeous laugh rang out from the eyes' direction, and Natsu found himself wanting to hear it more. He made his way towards the shore, closer to his mysterious visitor. An 'eep' sounded out as he approached, and Natsu was suddenly very aware how naked he was. With a bashful flush, he dipped back in the water before he flashed this person any more than he already had. "Heh, sorry. Forgot I wasn't wearing clothes in this form. Not used to running into people while I'm out like this. I'll stay in the water!"

"I..." a voice started to say, and Natsu was eager to hear more of it. "I suppose that makes sense. Dragons probably don't often wear clothes."

Natsu grinned excitedly, finally hearing his new friend speak. "Yeah, I'm a dragon! I guess you saw me fly down, huh?"

The woman laughed again. "It would have been hard to miss..."

He chuckled. "'Spose so. Why don't you come out? It'd be easier to talk if you weren't behind the tree. Or don't," he added, sensing her hesitation to reveal herself. "You don't have to. So how are you? What're you doing all the way out here?"

"I'm a traveler..." she started. "I wander from place to place and this lake looked like a nice spot to rest for a while."

"Oh wow, I bet you've seen lots of cool stuff doing that! I've flown about everywhere near here but I never leave home for too long - always back before dark. Dad'd have my head if I disappeared like that," he laughed.

"Sounds like he really cares about you," the voice responded, almost a little sadly.

"Well sure, he's my dad! Doesn't yours?" Natsu cursed his lack of filter, sensing the woman tense. "I'm sorry, that was a bad question to ask. Sorry if you've got a shitty dad."

"Yeah, he's... Something all right." She let out a sigh. "But it's okay! I don't have to deal with him. Not anymore and with any luck, not ever again."

He smiled at the determination in her voice. "Yeah, screw him! Who needs that bastard!?"

She giggled. "You don't even know him!"

"Ah but if he's made someone as cool as you upset, he's gotta be a bastard." He grinned, hearing her laugh some more, the sound her quickly becoming his favorite. "Hey, I just realized we never introduced ourselves! I'm Na-"

"DON'T!" the woman shrieked, finally coming out from behind her tree, frantic in her cry.

"You're..." Natsu took in the sight of her as his eyes widened. The pretty brown eyes he'd already been watching, supple pink lips that had released those wonderful laughs, braided golden hair that reached near to the ground, and long, pointed ears poking past the strands. "a fae," he finished.

She nodded, ears twitching nervously. "Do not tell me your name."

Natsu cocked his head. "But why not? I wanna be your friend. I think you're really cool, I wanna keep hanging out."

The woman shook her head with a frown. "You know I'm a fae and you want to be friends!? Don't you know how dangerous we are!? Everyone avoids faeries for a reason - as soon as I learn your name, I have full, complete control over you!"

"You seem trustworthy! I'd trust you with my name," he grinned.

She shook her head again, "that's only because of my magic - of course it's going to make you THINK I'm trustworthy, we have that magic to trick and lure people in!"

Natsu scoffed. "Well you did a real good job of tricking and luring me, stopping me from telling you my name like you did before!"

"I refuse to steal control over a person like that. I don't want anyone to be chained to my will," she admitted, ears drooping.

Natsu smiled. "See, that's why I trust you! If you were really trying to control me, you'd have stolen my name and never thought twice about it." He watched her ears twitch with nerves again. "Besides, you would need my true name, wouldn't you?" The woman nodded a confirmation. "Dragons never go by our 'true' name, specifically so that fae won't learn them!"

The faerie looked thoughtful. "I suppose that makes sense..."

"Call me Natsu, then!" The woman held her breath, eyes widening with fear. "It's not my true name, I promise," he reassured, her body relaxing as she realized he was not, in fact, under her magic's control. "Now come on, let's be friends!"

She smiled as she let out a sigh of relief. "You're persistent, aren't you?"

He laughed. "Some might say it's my best quality!"

"Alright Natsu... I'll be your friend. You seem truly wonderful, and I'd love to spend more time with you," she admitted.

"Yay!" he shouted, leaping out of the water in excitement. Landing on the shore near his new friend, he took her hand and grinned. "This'll be so much fun!" He cocked his head as he noticed her gaze avert and her cheeks burn. "Ah!" he realized with a start. "Still naked, aren't I."

#nalu #nalu fanfiction #fanfiction #fairy tail #call me by my name #aka simply: fae #I've been working on this for a little while :) #haven't written about my blorbos in so long; it's nice to be back #more to come

[ghouljams]

It’ll kind of be like cat and mouse with fae!soap i just don’t know how they’ll actually meet. Maybe something else tries to take a bite out of her and soap just pops up and is like hell nah that’s my favourite snack maker.

P.S. I love your work i should have started with that but that instagram fae deer made me come running here to tell you before i forgot it. Maybe i should have thought it through and sent it all as one long ask instead of flooding your inbox like this. I’m sorry about that i’ll stop now. Keep up the good work i’m in love with cowboys now too thank you very much!

You absolutely do not need to stop flooding my inbox! I am loving it, so much.

Soap settles on the front steps of the brownstone across the street, carefully twisting a cigarette between his fingers. He's not usually one for smoking, but he needs something to do while he waits. Plus, this looks less suspicious than just hanging around someone's house. "Please leave me alone, please don't take me," bounce around in his head as he waits. What were you so afraid of? What fae had scared you anough you were willing to make a deal with anyone just for some peace? Did you even know you were making deals?

He looks up from his work when he hears the door open across the street. Watches silently as you lock your front door and walk past your window, stopping only briefly to notice your sculpture missing. He sees your head jerk in an aborted attempt to look around, before you set off quickly again.

Soap finishes the roll of his cigarette and tucks it back in his case, before standing to follow you. Might as well learn a little about his mysterious deal maker. He's sure you'd appreciate the added protection as well, whatever was scaring you would be smart to avoid meeting him. After all, Soap was well fed and determined to make sure he stayed that way.

#oh my god I'm just writing another liebling #god dammit thats why i like her #fae!Soap #i was even think oh shes a seer thats why she knows about the fae god dammit #johnny soap mactavish #johnny soap mctavish x reader #god fuck another scared darling #how do i make the soft darling stand out as different Love cant handle more than one liebling

[giorno-plays-piano]

Thorns In His Mouth

Part V

Pairing: fae!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: obsession, dubious consent, minor character death, drugs (neither reader nor Steve are involved), slight eating disorder, mentions of tumor, high tech elves.

Words: 1.7k

Summary: Maybe it was a good idea to chat with a waitress a bit more once she brought you your order. Perhaps she could at least tell you with whom you should speak because you simply couldn’t force yourself to look at others, most of them already high, shouting something loudly or laughing or weeping. You could constantly hear the flapping of someone’s wings, weird whispers and noises, and the sound of boots and hooves that made your hair stand on end.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

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You didn't remember how you've gotten home. Whatever happened yesterday in that fallen fae's hovel already became a blur except for the face of a dead elf laying on a dirty sofa, his black veins like spider silk threads, shaking you to the core. You saw his peaceful face when you slept, and you woke up weeping, your lids puffy and wet.

Although you knew nothing of him, and perhaps there was nothing surprising about a drug addict like him dying, he had been a living being, still. He wasn't born but made this way. It was hard to believe that a brave warrior, a protector of his kin, even if he failed to win one of his battles, deserved to end up like that, abandoned by everyone, human or fae. Did anyone, though?

Julius got no help, no sympathy, no hope. Surely, he wasn't the only one, and your human world was full of homeless and troubled people who faced the same things, but seeing a man - an elf - die like that made you want to scream until someone came and set things right.

He should have gotten help. He deserved it, at least. If he had gotten it on time, wouldn't he be alive now? He'd meet you that night with Steve, tell you his story, listen to you asking him to meet that mysterious High Lord who was searching for his brother, and perhaps returned to the Sacred lands where he belonged.

But now Julius was dead, and you had to live with it.

The water was cold, but you still spent good twenty minutes in the shower, letting the water wash away the fatigue - it felt as if you hadn't slept at all - and tears that kept rolling down your cheeks. You felt exhausted and scared. Why didn't you anticipate this when agreeing to the deal with that elf? He told you honestly what became of the fallen fair folk. You should have known what to expect. What were you going to do? Shouldn't you have at least called the police to report Julius' body? How did elves go about this? Did they even bury the bodies of the folk? Would they leave it up to humans? Would they take a grave offense if people showed up and took the body of one of them? Have Steve done anything?

When you almost gathered enough strength to call the police, you realized you hadn't the slightest idea where that place where you found the dead elf was. You had no address, and with your sense of direction it was impossible to guess where Steve had taken you yesterday. You did walk quite a while, after all.

You hoped Steve took care of Julius. You were scared to go looking for that place, shaking as you wrapped yourself in your thick cotton robe.

But you'd have to come back anyway, wouldn't you? You had to respect your end of the bargain. You needed to get back in that café that smelled like piss and vomit, full of addicts and alcoholics and all sorts of degenerates and stay there as long as it took until you found that one elf your mysterious friend was looking for.

You couldn't do it. It was simply out of question.

Before you could give this thought some time, figuring out how to deal with you High Lord elf, your phone suddenly rang, and you immediately recognized the number of your mother's doctor. Why was he calling? Why so early in the morning?

The screening. They had her screening early in the morning today. Good God, you forgot.

You gripped the phone tightly in your hand, pressing it to your ear, "Good morning, Mr. Alves."

The man on the other side greeted you in a somewhat nervous tone, albeit trying to mask it, unconvincingly, and your heart fell somewhere down your stomach. Good God, you despised hearing back from the hospital. They rarely brought you good news.

"How's she?" You asked grimly, setting your eyes on your reflection on the mirror but seeing nothing at all, too invested in the conversation.

There was a distinctive silence on the other side of the phone, and you trembled, gripping your own so hard the display's glass protector threatened to break under pressure. In your mind you have already invisioned numerous scenarios, all rather apocalyptic, involving your mother and you, and you breath grew shallow from the wave of anxiety. Why was he silent?

"We have... an unexpected development," the doctor mumbled, and you tore your lower lip, tasting blood on your tongue. "The... the tumor stopped growing. Abruptly."

"What?"

You stared stupidly at your own reflection, finally noticing how horribly you looked after a sleepless night, crying your eyes out, but you dismissed your fatigued face, licking the blood off your lip as you pressed the phone closer to your ear, afraid you misheard.

"I-I'm sorry, could you say it again, please? It has stopped growing?"

Despite how aggressive it was before?

"Yes, it has. Before you ask me why, we're still not sure if your mother started responding to the latest changes in her treatment, but... but it has stopped growing. For now. Which is good."

"Yes. Yes, it's... it's good."

"It's good."

"It's very good."

You clapped a hand against your mouth so the doctor wouldn't have to listen to your hysterical cries and wailing. It has stopped growing. It finally has. Your mother was stable, for once, the first good news you got in forever. How long has it been since Dr. Alver told you anything hopeful? More and more your visits to him were making you sick as you failed to have any kind of support, a reassurance your mother would be alright. On the contrary, he was telling you to prepare yourself. You dreaded your visits to his office, each accompanied by such anxiety you were close to having a panic attack.

And now your mother was good. Maybe not entirely, but safe. She responded to the treatment.

... or has she?

For a second, you froze on the stop. The treatment? The treatment she was unresponsive to for so long, with all these inadequate doctors just waving their hands off when you asked them about new treatments or experimental programs that may help your mother when they themselves couldn't?

No, she wasn't responding to their crude method of treating her tumor. She was responding to the elf and his ways. To his magic, in exchange for your services.

____________

You were at the cafe right after you finished your work. You were exhausted beyong measure and still frightened of what may happen, but your determination made you put that aside. Your mother mattered above anything and anyone else. She was in there, fighting for her life, and the least you could do was to give her a chance.

But when you spotted a familiar tall elf with a distinctive bleached hair reaching his waist, you almost ran away. Steve had to yell at the top of his voice to stop you when you tried to squeeze yourself into the wall from fear, facing a dead end.

"Please! I won't hurt you!" He exhaled, cornering you as the passing fae with horns looked at the two of you, curious but warned against intervening by an exasperated elf and his icy stare.

You gulped down, shivering.

"I swear I won't hurt you. Please, don't run," he pleaded.

As if you had a choice with him blocking the road, you thought, clenching your black bag against your chest like it was a magic shield. What did this deranged elf want with you? Was he now tied to you by some ridiculous ritual he needed to perform since you saw the death of his kin? Did he need to erase your memory? You wouldn't mind it, actually.

"How may I help you?" You asked, puzzled and unsure how to even adress the elf. Were you on friendly enough terms to call him by his human name after what you had seen yesterday?

Steve gave out a sad laugh, turning his head away for a second before he looked at you and pulled something from the pocket of his leather jacket, making you tremble again until you saw they were your pearl earrings you had given the elf yesterday. Why was he giving them back to you? Did they not suffice? Did he want something better?

"Take them," he said with longing as if he was partying with a king's crown, placing them in your palm, his pale skin cold to the touch. "This is my apology to you for... for everything."

You stared at the white round pearls in your hand, blinking, not knowing what to say. Was it customary to return a gift given for fae's services if that fae failed to provide them? It made sense, sort of. But had Steve really failed? He had only promised to take you to the elf who might have been someone you were looking for, and he fulfilled his end of the bargain. Why was he giving you your earrings back?

As you watched them, suddenly thinking they were heavier now and bringing them closer to your face, you realized those were not the cheap plastic pearls you bought from a local store for a couple of dollars. They were real pearls, round and shiny and impossibly beautiful.

"You replaced the pearls?" Taken aback, you stared at the man, open-mouthed.

He nodded, nervously tucking his bleached hair behind his ear, "Yes. I made a talisman out of them, and it required decent material for a strong enchantment. Pearls are durable... and pretty."

They were enchanted?

Dear God, please let it be a good enchantment, you thought, sweating profusely with a goddamn faery relic in your hand.

_________

"It's a protection spell. A good, strong one," he added quickly, noticing your discomfort. "It'll help you when we'll be searching for the elf you're looking for."

Part VI

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[isa-beenme]

Moonlight

Chapter II: A Million Dreams

When Hybern falls, all of their prior experiments are free to take the world as they want, but for months no one hears anything coming from the castle. Until the massacre. Until the whole palace explodes. Their biggest weapon is out, and she only has one objective: get back to her sisters.

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of child abuse, mentions of experiments with human beings, mentions of child murder (please someone tell me if I forgot something)

I love this song so much it hurts

Imagine baby Azzie singing this in his tiny little cell dreaming about a mate that wouldn't be born until five hundred years later 😭😭😭😭

Than baby Aemma singing this in her tiny little cell without even knowing what a dream is 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I like to hurt myself apparently

I'll let you guys find the lyrics to rhe song in the middle of the chapter, good luck

I'm not sure if I like this tho, please leave a comment, I'm the happiest when someone sends something 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Azriel's POV

The days seemed to be passing slower than usual. For the past few years it became easier to deal with all the love and the countless mating bonds snapping around me all the time. It wasn't hard to be on the side of the room and keep unnoticed by everyone, the shadows hovering my body made it even easier.

It kept like that until the Archeron sisters moved officially to our lives. Feyre wanted everyone to be happy, wanted all of us together all the time. She was a little ball of happiness and wanted to spread it to everyone around her. For a good part of the time it worked.

Nestha, on the other side, wanted everyone to be miserable, just as she was. It made me understand her at some point. For as long as I can remember everything always felt horrible when everyone could be happy and get over their fears and problems and accept themselves with their mistakes and you… you can't. You need to hate yourself because that's everything you ever knew how to do with no mistakes. Differently from me, Nestha indeed tried to make everyone miserable, I didn't have the courage, but I always thought. Numerous times. And now she found her mate, her self love, her family, her strength. And now she battled for everyone to find their own too.

And then we have Elain. Sweet and delicate Elain. She wanted everyone to feel calm and find their spot of peace. She wanted to be mine, the same as I was for her in those early days, years ago when she came here for the first time after turning into a fae. I used to dream with Elain's face years ago, it was blurred, as if something didn't want me to know who she was, where she was, how to reach her. I thought she would be my mate. But Lucien is hers, I can feel and smell their mating bond, yet something pulls me to her. My mind or my heart I'm not sure, but something. I never told Rhysand, fear covering every part of me, rejection and despise filling my brother's expression every time he caughts me looking too much at the middle sister.

It became harder to be invisible now that Feyre tries to cheer me up, Nestha tries to make me feel deserving and Elain tries to make me feel loved. It doesn't work. Any of them. I laugh and I feel happy around my family, I love them. But I am not happy. I don't feel like I deserve anything but sorrow and suffering, and I definitely don't deserve love. Especially from Elain. She loves the thought she has of me. It didn't take me too much time to figure out my shadows were always hidden from her because she cannot associate me with them. She knows my suffering, my pains, my sadness, but not my soul, my heart or my mind. And she would never truly know, the pain we suffered is too different to match in any way.

That's why I spent the last five years running away like a stray animal. Work and missions fill my mind in every waking hour of the day to the point I can't even think of something else. I don't think about Feyre's happiness if only death crosses my days. I don't think of Nestha's force if only work fills my days. I don't think of Elain's love if only grief surrounds my heart. I don't think about the way I hate myself if only hate for my enemies fuels my thoughts.

- You don't need to do this - Rhysand enters the weapons room while I'm filling every part of my clothes with something sharp - We can send another spy, or even Cassian, you know, he could use something alive as a punching bag right now.

- No need. I'm going - I say quickly, wanting to end the interaction as fast as possible. My relationship with my younger brother has been strained since the last time he told me to stay away from Elain. 

- Az. You barely slept in the last week, if the beast is too strong you won't win. You might get hurt - I get down to lace my shoes once again, doing everything to avoid this conversation. Maybe if I got hurt I would finally wake up from this nightmare - Azriel, are you listening to me?

- Loud and clear, Rhys. I just don't want to talk - The same way I never want to. I never wanted to - This is the last one and I won't do it until next week. 

- You need to come back alive. Nyx can't lose his favorite uncle - He says, a plea and a warning at the same time.

- Don't let Cassian hear this, he might get grumpy until next year - He laughs and gives me a small grip on the armor rounding my shoulder, almost if he could give me luck with it - I will come back, don't worry. I always do.

- I know. Just… Feyre is not sure if you should hunt the beast now. She's not feeling confident about it - I shake my head as a 'no', I won't give in.

- I won't let that monster terrorize any more villagers, it's ridiculous - He agrees and steps back, allowing me space to winnow.

- It's just a feeling though, I know you can do it - It's the last thing I hear before shadows involve me in every way, the usual feeling of folding the time and space in two to make it to another place. 

With one last breath I begin my hunt.

Aemma's POV

We are finishing winnowing everyone to safety, each girl bringing a bag with something, if their clothes, a weapon or books it doesn't matter. We all have a story to tell between our things. 

The border of the Night Court is calm, the place we are going being a clearing in the middle of a beautiful and dense forest. The climate is warm in the open camp, but is so surrounded by trees and vegetation that it creates a soft breeze that makes the air feel comfortable and wet. It's good enough. We know the High Lord will notice any big moviment in his borders, and that's exactly what we are counting on, for someone to find us so we can offer our work and ask for help. We need them to know we are here.

I'm counting everyone that's coming, at the same time making sure that all of our travelers are well and strong to keep bringing more, just a few more girls to come. We've been coming in small groups, to make sure no one would be sick with the amount of land we would have to cross in one big jump if we tried a direct way from Spring to Night.

Suddenly every sound disappears from around me, nothing but silence fills my ears. I straighten my posture and look around, trying to find where the danger is, my senses being flooded by alert. Some of the girls notice my behavior and assume a position of attack, preparing themselves too, but I don't look at them. I see more. I see far. 

Miles away from our position I can smell fear and blood and despair. I also feel something inside of me tingling and pulsating, desperate for attention. I don't even put my hand close to any of my weapons. I won't need them. I let Enchantress take in the situation, her as desperate as the string inside of me to go there. To do something.

Before anyone can ask I winnow myself to the other side of that shiny thing on my chest. The scene is not pretty at all, whatever that beast is it's trying to eat the winged fae in front of me - an Illyrian, I notice, from the thousands of classes I took about different species in Prythian.

He is trying to fight for his life, but he is tired and sloppy and weak, his state of tiredness clear by the slow movements and the unfocused eyes, as if he couldn't exactly see the beast attacking him.

Slowly I let Enchantress take control, feeling death take every part of my being and filling me with only anger and hunger. I don't see the scene happening in front of me, but I can feel the blood covering my hands, I can hear the screams the creature is shouting. And I don't care, I can only focus on that bright blue string coming to life on my heart, tightly moving me forward.

I don't need weapons.

I don't need powers.

I need that beast dead and that's exactly what I'm working on.

Azriel's POV

I was stupid.

Stupid, senseless, reckless, stubborn, anything like that. But admitting that won't save my life. I might die if I don't fight back. I will die if I don't get help. I scream for Rhysand or Cassian or even Feyre to come. I scream inside myself for anyone to hear me and help.

I shouldn't have come. I should've let Cassian come on my place. I should've slept more. I should've told everyone I loved them. I don't know how many times I said it to them. It wasn't enough.

When I was a child I used to dream a lot. I used to close my eyes to see the world that was waiting up for me, the world outside the cells I lived in. A world I could call my own. A world out of the dark, a world outside the door, a world I have never been, but that would feel like home.

Every night I finally took myself to bed, and all the brightest colors filled my head, my mind imagined scenarios I would never reach, not inside that cell. A million dreams to keep me awake when my instincts screamed for me to fly, when the pain in my hands were unbearable, when the scars never faded, when the shadows started to whisper to me. Everything I had and knew was those dreams.

I thought of what the world could be if I was outside. I thought that even if I was a bastard, even if the other kids would hate me, if I didn't have a house or a family, even then I would be happier than what I was. 

When I dreamt of a girl I remember to shy away from my mother's touch, I whispered in her ear about the most beautiful female I ever saw - or imagined - thinking she would be sad that it wasn't her. She laughed and told me to keep her memory and find her when I become an adult. It took me hundreds of years to dream of her again.

When I saw Elain for the first time I thought she was the one, but her eyes weren't the same color, or her hair, or the fierceness in her eyes. She was the same. But different.

Now, laying on the ground, my face dirty with blood and my chest burning with the cut that slowly was closing, I think I'm dreaming again. Blue filling my vision as I see a female dilacerating the beast that attacked me. It's not pretty or clean or fast. She is taking her time, enjoying the screams and making a mess on purpose. Yet, that's exactly like one of the million dreams I used to keep inside my head for the moments I felt too alone in the dark.

My shadows fly over her, making the image even more beautiful as she kills. My senses start to recover from the numbness, I start to feel my heartbeat slow down to its normal pace. The beast shouts its last scream before having his heart taken out of his own chest. It's messy, but in the eyes of a spymaster, official torturer of the Night Court it can easily be a dream. Sometimes I have nightmares with the things I do, sometimes I ravish in those actions knowing I just made the world a bit safer than before.

The female that attacked him and saved slowly gets up on her feet, her posture immediately changes as if she became another person. Shs seems to take in the surroundings, and even slower she turns on her feet to look at me. I think I'm still affected by the cut because I only see Elain in front of me. But with different eyes and darker hair. A vision of paradise.

- Are you alright, sir? - I hear her voice asking, my brain clearing the fog around my senses. Yet, is still the middle Archeron sister I see in front of me - Are you Azriel? Spymaster of this court?

-Elain? - Her eyes widened fast and she quickly dropped to her knees in front of me, her smell of coffee and wood flooding every part of me, scratching my brain in the right places.

- You know her? Is she here? Can you take me to her? - She smells so differently than Elain though. Elain… so delicate, smells like jasmine and honey, sweet. The female in front of me smells strong, certain, furious. Is she furious with me? - Sir? Do you think you need a healer?

- No. I just need time - She offers me a hand as I move to get up - Who are you?

- First I need to know who you are - I look at her, but she is already facing me, blue eyes sharp against me - I just saved your life, I think I deserve this.

- I'm Azriel, spymaster of the Night Court, as you previously asked - The cut closed completely, just a line appeared where it was bleeding until now. But I didn't drop her hand yet - You? - She still looks uneasy, her eyes darting back and forth to my shadows and the forest - You asked if I knew Elain Archeron, I do. She is my High Lady's sister, they both and Nestha are under my protection. Who are you?

- High Lady's sister? Do you mean High Lady Feyre? - She drops my hand and steps away, her eyes flooding with tears as I agree.

-Tell me your name. Do you need help? - She seems to remember something important as her posture strengths and a shadow curves over her ear, pooling over her shoulders, but those are not mine.

- My name is Aemma Archeron, I am Elain Archeron's twin sister. My grandmother sold me to Hybern years ago to test me with the Cauldron. I was one of the few survivors of their tests, but I have almost a hundred and fifty other females with me and we are trying to find a place in the Night Court, if you could be kind enough to speak with your High Lord and Lady… my sister - She whispered the last word, still unsure. My brain stops working for some seconds until I scream against Rhysand's shields, sharing the story with him - I think I could use some help, yes. 

#Spotify #azriel × reader #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel/reader #azriel x oc #azriel x reader #acotar #azriel x female!reader

[samdragons-official-art]

I'm bringing this back around for reasons

Consider this a Gargoyle Ingo masterpost for now until I get around to actually organizing anything I make

If y'all wondering where this thought originated from, you can look to this art post I made last year (will edit later off mobile) https://www.tumblr.com/samdragons-official-art/701409263045787648/i-do-not-control-the-hyperfixations-they-control?source=share

Gargoyle Ingo started when I entered into two different fandoms at relatively the same time: obviously submas as a whole, and the cartoon series Gargoyles. My sister got me the entire DVD collection as part of a Christmas and birthday gift, and I got PLA soon after. And honestly, with how crazy things get in the Gargoyles universe, everything I'll say here would likely just be another regular Tuesday for the characters.

Basics of the au:

•Akari reminds Arceus that Ingo shouldn't be in Hisui and asks to send the train man home. Unfortunately, this is another au where Arceus has terrible aim and yeets Ingo into New York in the 80's, in a reality where creatures like the fae and Gargoyles exist, hidden away from human knowledge

•Lots of fights between the fae and the Manhatten clan of gargoyles have left the area saturated with fae magic.

•Ingo immediately comes into contact with said magic and gets turned into a gargoyle. Train man now has to deal with not only being in the wrong time and place, but also the wrong body

•He gets found and brought in by the Manhattan clan through their human friend Eliza and attempts to adjust (he is a scared, confused, and bewildered lil train man)

•Come sunrise, while the regular gargoyles freeze into sleeping statues, Ingo turns back into a human. He remains human while the sun is up, and becomes a gargoyle again when it goes down (There are characters who do this in the show, so really, Ingo is not the first guy to do this)

•During the day, Eliza helps Ingo navigate the city and look for leads to get back home

•At night, Ingo just tries his best to stay out of trouble. Which is nigh impossible as he is a magnet for trouble

•Also one sneasel hitched a ride with him to the Gargoyle world. His name is Pecha due to a pecha berry shaped birthmark on his back. He causes the majority of trouble that Ingo finds himself in every night

•Eventually, Akari finds out that Arceus missed with the yeetening, teams up with Emmet, and tells Arceus to yeet them over as well

•Haven't decided if they get creechure treatment too or not. I think it would be funnier if they didn't tbh

•The au overall deals with themes of body disphoria on Ingo's part, but is also meant to have a heavy dose of comedy thrown in as well (I am physically incapable of not writing humor in anything I make)

•Gargoyles itself deals with many dark themes throughout the show, while accidentally falling into humor with just how outlandish some of the plots can be (I truly love them for that, though)

•I have a wip fic that I more or less forgot about until recently. I will only share it with folks I deem as friends who ask me

(Ref for gargle Ingo I made on the left, and official Gargoyles art from the comics on the right)

#Sam's aus #gargoyle ingo #pokemon #gargoyles #samdragon57 #my arts #traditional art #ingo #submas

[fountainpenguin]

What's your fav [or one of your favorite] scenes in Frayed Knots and/or Origin of the Pixies?

Thanks for the Ask!

One of my favorite Origin chapters is Chapter 42, "The Unicorn Years." Sanderson is finally an adult and it shows in how he sticks up for himself and calls H.P. out on his procrastination habits. He's no longer the suck-up he used to be, and their duality is great:

I lay across my desk, hands grasping the far side. That's what I was doing when Sanderson pinged in. "How much have you written, sir?" he asked primly. He didn't try to suggest he'd been pushy and overbearing this morning, but the milkshake in his hand was a peace offering. That was obvious enough. "Um…" I looked down. "I have 'Hawkins, I like how you made square motions instead of pretty elf swirls' and 'Wilcox, if eggs didn't suck, you'd be an egg.' Um. It's a first draft." I think he muffled a snort. "And mine, sir?" "Oh… yeah. I forgot you were getting one too. I'll start it later." He shook the vanilla milkshake a bit, and I finally swiped it from his hand. "Compliments aren't my thing, Sanderson. And truthful critiques on Day 1 might shatter them. I'll get into the flow one of these days, but breaking the ice is hard. What did you tell them?" "Boss, I'm going to stop you right there because that would be plagiarism." He hovered behind my shoulder, sipping from his straw… then grabbed the papers from my desk and pinged away. Okay, wow. I flopped back in my chair, kicking up my legs. Knowing him like I did, there wasn't a doubt in my mind he was presenting those to Hawkins and Wilcox right now, articulate or not. Sanderson's a person who gets things done stupid early and then sits on his buns all week waiting for new instructions. I may struggle with procrastination, but at least I do useful stuff during said procrastination time. Who's more successful each day, I ask you. But, I got my preening circle after lunch on Friday. The instant they all left, I pinged to my office and scribbled my reports. It pleased me like nothing else to thrust those into Sanderson's hands when I saw him in the hall. "Here. Shove these in your uptight pouch and do a backflip, punk." "How many words?" he asked, scanning them. "400 apiece." "I wrote 800." He broke a smile when I yanked the reports back and smacked them at his head. Stupid punk kid.

^ This is quintessential Sanderson (to me)...

In "Unicorn Years," Sanderson finally recognizes his role as alpha retinue drone (i.e. that it's a legit high-ranking role in Fae society and his co-workers respect and report to him- it's not a fake title H.P. made up because of his separation anxiety).

That moment H.P. tells Sanderson the reason Hawkins and Wilcox are nervous is because they want to impress Sanderson, not him... That's /chef's kiss.

In the next chapter ("Letters and Numbers"), Sanderson cuts a deal with H.P. that he's willing to give up his alpha drone status as long as he gets to keep his music. I really like how I showed how Sanderson values his job, appreciates the status, and is good at this job all in one chapter before he throws it into the void. Love that for him.

Chapter 34 of Knots is a favorite. I really like the migration arcs, especially the recent one in the mid-30 chapters. I love when Anti-Cosmo mingles with other Anti-Fairies and speaks in Vatajasa. I love him asking his relatives for interspecies love life advice- It's such a contrast to H.P., who was tossed out of his family just for being born with freckles.

I like when he asks his nana about her Fairy ex-husband and she straight-up tells him that if he's into fairy wings, he's better off finding an Anti-Fairy willing to dress in costume. Such a slap in the face and it fuels him with stubborn rage.

I love how Anti-Cosmo flits around migration blatantly explaining to the reader all the convoluted reasons why he's totally not cheating on his betrothed. He's such a mess.

I love Prince Eastkal demanding that his anti-fairy counterpart be brought to meet him and Anti-Cosmo just stands there in shock at how rude and inappropriate it is to show up and expect Anti-Eastkal can drop everything to meet with him. It's not a big moment, but those hints of culture and Anti-Cosmo experiencing things that H.P. wouldn't think about in Origin are my favorites.

I like the conflict between Anti-Cosmo and Jorgen when Anti-Cosmo absolutely refuses to admit that he saved Prince Eastkal's life several chapters ago. I like Jorgen's dawning realization that Anti-Cosmo got arrested for being over the border... Jorgen's starting to put the pieces together.

I appreciate how Anti-Cosmo stands up for his culture and his friends but he's also just blatantly sexist because that's how he was raised in Anti-Fairy World.

The parallel of Anti-Cosmo calling out racial inequality H.P. is oblivious to while H.P. calls out gender inequality that A.C. overlooks really emphasizes that both societies are flawed and you can compare and contrast the cultures... I like the worldbuilding a lot.

[Cnt'd under the cut] -

I really like the scene at the end of Knots Chapter 35 where Anti-Cosmo visits H.P. to get a letter of recommendation for school :)

I like how Sanderson comes to the door all groggy and it's not even because he was sleeping, it's because he was carving soap sculptures.

I like Sanderson pausing before knocking on the wooden door to ask Anti-Cosmo if that will give him a migraine and Anti-Cosmo being surprised that Sanderson thought about that.

In Origin, H.P. regularly diminishes Sanderson's abilities in an attempt to deny connection and/or excuse his own neglect towards Sanderson. Anti-Cosmo gives Sanderson all the dues he's owed (and will continue to do so for the rest of the story).

In the 130 Prompts, Sanderson's relationship with A.C. is very complicated... so I like slipping in these foreshadowing clues so that when everything breaks loose later, you can see these hints of why Sanderson starts to waver in his loyalty and why Anti-Cosmo tolerates him.

I also like Sanderson's comment that if H.P. is "too busy to find out what Sanderson wants, he's too busy to be mad that Sanderson made his own decisions." Even sleepy, Sanderson is better at handling things than he's normally allowed to be- he is the alpha drone in the retinue, after all.

I love how Anti-Cosmo notices that H.P. went out of his way to design hotel rooms for Anti-Fairy visitors even though Anti-Fairies are banned from visiting. It foreshadows H.P.'s upcoming neutrality and we start leaning into the reasons why H.P. and Anti-Cosmo are future allies and friends- because H.P. (for all his horrendous cultural blunders) will still make the effort to cater to others' needs).

I love the entire concept of A.C. asking H.P. for a letter of rec even though they barely know each other. All those side mentions of babysitting from earlier chapters came back to pay off.

I love the breakfast scene, especially H.P. talking about Iris:

"If she was after money, she wouldn't have turned me down when I tried to court her. I'm very desirable. By the way, her toxic trait is that she roots for the Centipedes in saucerbee and their roster totally sucks. Other than that, she's pretty dazzled." "You're interested in courting her?" I asked, pulling back. "Oh. I thought you were a…" The Head Pixie turned to look at me again, stone-faced. "Be very careful in considering how you want to end that sentence, Anti-Cosmo."

H.P.'s choppy cadence (with all his random casual words) is my favorite to write. I also think it's hilarious that he's still pining after Iris but doesn't even ask A.C. to put in a good word for him to her (in return for the letter of rec). Instead, he just wants A.C. to help Iris network. It's the little things... He cares.

I love how A.C. is so smart and yet so oblivious. He spends the story thinkin the Pixie race is dying out. Absolute shock to him when he finds out their population is reproducing exponentially. My dude, how did you screw this one up. No one can be more wrong than you.

H.P. tells him to his face "I don't experience attraction" and A.C. twists that in his mind to mean "He's embarrassed to admit he likes someone." It's one of those little things that Anti-Wanda gets and A.C. doesn't. I love the A.W.-H.P. dynamic so much.

I really like the bit where Anti-Cosmo asks H.P. for interspecies romantic advice and H.P. turns a circle, clearly looking for something, leaves, then comes back with nothing. Just... dipped.

Literally everything about the A.C.-H.P. dynamic is comedy gold to me. There are a few specific instances where Anti-Cosmo gets to take shots at H.P. and embarrass him, but it's usually H.P. being snarky towards A.C. and it cracks me up. Look at them:

"Show affection someplace nice and she'll want to keep coming back. Don't be weird and kiss at the grocery store or in an old shed or you'll be stuck circling back around to it. And if you want something long-term to come out of this, then you'd better build a yidreamu. Traditionally it's the partner with the smaller lift who builds it, so…" He stopped then, surveying my crown. "… Yikes. Start clipping coupons, maybe." I reached up to graze my black crown with my fingertips, my face flushing dark with cold. I did have a pathetic lift, barely two finger widths above my head, but did he really have to say it? "Th-thank you for the advice… That's all I need to know, really."

I like how we had that previous chapter where Anti-Lance called H.P. out for being "a creep" towards the much younger Anti-Cosmo- which is very justified! But also, they just hang out like this:

"Back in the Spring of the Silver Silk, I placed a curse on you that prevents flowers from lasting more than one night under your roof. I believe we confirmed said curse was still active this past migration. Did you find the counter-spell?" "No. I just started keeping commelinas in my house because they die in like, one day anyway, so it's not a waste. I'm giving them a home." "Why do you bother replacing them?" The older pixie looked at me, caught off guard despite his practised pixie patience. I could tell. "Because it means I win. Here." He took one of the blue flowers from the vase and handed it to me. "For you." [...] "Your attention to detail is impeccable," I remarked, twirling the commelina in my hand. "Thanks. I'm imprisoned by obsessive compulsions, severe hyperfixations, and crippling executive dysfunction."

H.P. is so stubborn. He's so shocked that Anti-Cosmo would even ask him why he bothered. He's so blinded to his own quirks. It's great.

I like how H.P. straps Anti-Cosmo in a bungee cord harness and lets him steer his cloudship, but in the far future, Anti-Cosmo never lets Foop drive his cloudship. It's just a fun, dynamic chapter all around.

My writing style has improved a lot since I started this 'fic, but I still like Chapter 2. I really like how it opens with Anti-Cosmo being dragged down the hall by his foot and forced to commit emergency marsupial pouch-slicing rescue procedures.

I love starting longfics off with that reminder that you're in for something weird, so if you can't tolerate this splash of weirdness upfront, the rest of the 'fic won't be to your tastes either. Frayed Knots really throws you in and I like it for that.

#Anti-Cosmo #Head Pixie #Frayed Knots #ridwriting #FAIRIES! #asks #Anon #The bat with the hat #I'm wasp dad trash #Sanderson is neat #Origin of the Pixies #screenshots #Fairy Idol #Fairly Odd Baby #Long post #Crocus princess #We're Pixies! #Bat cube and associates

[theglitterypages]

✨𝓕𝓪𝓲𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓕𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻✨

Summary: After All Might's resignation, the crime rate in Japan got higher, the government asked for the aid of some Pro Heroes overseas. A hero with fairy like powers was sent to work under Hawks' agency.

Pairings: Oc fem! Character x Hawks/Keigo Takami

Chapter 1: Sparksfly

Masterlist ---- Prologue --- Next

Fae made sure to arrive early at Hawks' agency. If there's one thing she noticed about the man, it is Hawks' surprising work ethics, though the man appears somehow cocky and too flashy, she respects the way he makes sure that he can balance his personality with his work ethics. Which is why she made sure that she won't be late during her first day.

She arrived at the agency 30 minutes before the official time for her duty and when she arrived, she was greeted by other heroes who work under Hawks' supervision.

"Good morning, Miss Fae." A young woman greeted her, she doesn't seem to be wearing a hero costume, she presumes that she must be the secretary that Hawks was talking about. The winged hero mentioned that he'll be assigning a secretary for her so she could work better and manage her hero work with paper works and bunch of requests for her public appearance in different news program or shows.

"I will be your secretary, Ma'am. Your office is this way, you arrived quite early. I've only managed to arrange your stuffs that arrived but if you'd like tonchange how things are in your room, I'll help you."

She smiled and shook her head, "There's no need for that. I'm not that strict in any of those." the two walked towards her office and Fae's smile widened when she saw that the secretary did a good job in designing this room.

The room suits her perfectly and if she was given the chance to decorate her office, she would've done the same thing. There are flowers and some indoor plants displayed in the corners of the room and she can already imagine herself taking care of them before and after her patrols as a hero.

Her office doesn't look like it's an office. It's actually spaceous enough to be turned into a one bedroom apartment. She made a mental note to herself to thanks Hawks for giving her an office like this.

"I figured that you'll love some flowers in your room. So I got some and placed it near your office desk."

She turned to the woman and giggled, "Thank you! That is very much appreciated. I love flowers!" She exclaimed. Fae figured that her fascination with nature must've been connected to the fact that she have fairy like qualities in terms of quirk. It warms her heart that someone made an effort to make her office look cozy and make it feel like home.

"I'm glad that you loved it, if you have other requests, you can just tell me and I'll make arrangements for it."

Fae shook her head. "No, no, this is better this way. I'd like to know your name though, I got so fascinated of this room that I've forgotten to ask for your name." Fae was shy, she hopes that the woman won't think that she's rude or anything, she totally forgot to ask.

"You can just call me Yumi, Ma'am."

"How about I call you Yumi-chan and you call me as Fae, no Miss or Ma'am. Is that a deal?"

Yumi nods shyly. "Thanks! Let's work hard together Yumi-chan! And I'd like to ask about my supposed schedule for today." Yumi looked at her clip board closely, marking things here and there using her pen.

"Hawks would like you to come with him for the daily patrol and I've received some letters of invitation for interviews, sponsorships and such for you. Today is not that eventful, since Hawks only gave me one message for you. You'll be spending most of your time with him for your first day."

Fae cringed when she heard of the invitations, that wouldn't be a priority, not when the main reason that she was requested to move in here is to help in protecting citizens and help in investigating high profile villains that are on the run.

"That's noted, Yumi-chan. Is Hawks-san already here?"

"About that...he said he'll be a little late so he also told me to let you go to morning patrol without him. Here's the route assigned for you today. He said he'll meet you there."

Fae had to hide her disappointment she was wishing to learn some tips from the hero before her first patrol, she's a little nervous, not sure if hero patrols in Japan is the same overseas. Especially when she watched some Hawks' video, people often crowds for him and despite the fact that she values civilians, Fae is an introvert who prefers to do her job quietly.

"I see. I guess, I'll go now. I'll see you later, Yumi-chan. Kindly say no to the invitations we received, I'll be quite busy so I don't think I can spare the time for the. Thanks for everything."

Fae was flying gracefully, she felt safer when she's flying, it feels like the sky is her home and he safe haven apart from the nature.

She had to land every now and then to carefully check the surroundings and to look out for crimes. She heard that crime rates are increasing but the level of danger increases drastically as well.

Fae was about to fly once more but she saw people rushing to run away from something as they scream loudly.

"Nomu!!!!!"

Fae's wings automatically flap, carrying her towards the monster who held two civilians as a hostage. She already knew of their existence but seeing a nomu up close is definitely not a good experience.

They smell like rotten meat and their appearance is worth puking at. Fae knew that there's no time to waste, her priority is to save the civilians before fighting the nomu.

She immediately made herself invisible, and changed her size. She made herself smaller, she knew that Nomu's wields multiple quirks, which is why she has to be careful in tricking this one.

The nomu was disoriented, looking around him furiously, looking for Fae's presence but she's nowhere to be found that was until he felt something went in his eye, he unconsciously let go of the civilians as he fell on the ground trying to rub the painful itch in his eye.

Fae smirked, she turned her size back to normal before she used her binding vines to capture the nomu. She's thankful that she was able to craft her vines before she came here, it would've been a pain in the ass to carry a nomu without having it.

She's glad that this one seems like a weak one. Her pixie dust succesfully worked. She made a mental note to herself to list down the attributes of this nomu to add into her details for investigating these altered creatures.

It was probably easier for her to beat this down because the Nomus somehow lost their consciousness or own will once they're altered. And Pixie dusts are perfect for weak willed and weak minded opponents.

Hawks has received a call that there's a nomu near his agency, he immediately bailed from the meeting. Rushing to aid whoever was the hero who encountered it but he was left in awe when he saw Fae dragging a huge Nomu with her own hands, the Nomu is tied by a material that closely resembles a vine, but it looks thicker and tougher.

Hawks landed gracefully, he ran towards her and eyed her from head to toe. "Are you okay? What happened?" Fae shrugged and looked at the Nomu with disgust. "This one's pretty weak but the bad smell is so damn strong!" She complained. Hawks sighed in relief, he was worried that once Fae gets injured the hero commision will chew him out. Though he's genuinely worried for her, he knew how strong and brutal Nomus can be.

"What're his quirks?" Hawks inquired. Examining the tied up Nomu.

"Didn't get to see it in action. My pixie dust knocked him out." Fae looked at Hawks with a frown, "I'm afraid that this one's a mere distraction, it's too weak to be taken down by one blow of Pixie Dust." Hawks kept on hearing the pixie dust, is it Fae's quirk? Aside from her butterfly wings?

"Why'd you think so?"

Fae sighed with a worried look on her face. "It works best with weak minded opponents. It blinds them for a minute, some cases like this it knocks them down unconscious but for a nomu to go down like this is pretty unusual." Fae let go of the vines and looked at the nomu closely. "We've got two possibilities here, it's either this Nomu is a distraction or this one was taken out of their facility too early or it might've escaped." Hawks saw that more civilians are coming to check the situation, their phones pointed at Fae.

"Wow! She's the new hero! She knocked the nomu down in one blow!"

Cameras flashed and Fae got uncomfortable but she still managed to wave her hands shyly. "Hi I'm Fae." She introduced herself politely.

"Looking good as always, Hawks!" Some females cheered and Hawks smiled at them before turning to an uncomfortable Fae, "Come, let's give this monster to the police—AH!" Hawks' hand immediately withdrawned from his grip to the vines, he tried taking it from Fae so he could carry the Nomu but his hands were burnt by the vines. The tips of his gloves were melted.

"Oh my God! Why did you touch it?! That's dangerous!!"

Fae blew another handful of pixie dust to the nomu before taking off the vines, while the police carried it to the vehicle. "Thank you, Hawks and Fae." They said before leaving the pro heroes, Fae's face is completely pale while Hawks' fingertips are burnt.

"It's an enchanted vine. I've made it with toughest materials and mixed it with a powerful poison. It's designed for capturing beasts like Nomu and my quirks gives me resistance against it. So I'm the obly one unaffected."

She held Hawks' hands and she hissed as if she's the one who's feeling the pain that Hawks was feeling. "I didn't know. Sorry for the trouble but you should consider placing a warning in it." Hawks joked, trying to ease the tension after seeing her become tensed and panicked.

"It's not funny, this could've gone real bad." She took a vial of a sparkling pink powder from her pocket. She took the lid off and pour it in her hands. "Stay still." She whispered, holding his hands gently before she applied it in his burnt fingertips. She blew on it for a bit before massaging the powder into his hands.

When Fae let go of Hawks' hands, the burn has miraculously disappeared, it didn't even leave a single scar or trace.

"Pixie Dust for healing. I'm sorry I couldn't warn you fast enough." She apologized. Hawks sighed and shook his head, "You fixed me real good, kid. No need to feel sorry. I'm the one who's sorry I should've known better than interfere." Hawks reassured her.

Fae looked at the winged man, trying to read his emotions and his intense eyes softened when he saw the worry in her face.

"Let's go and proceed to our next job, thanks for that, Sparksfly." Hawks held her hand and took off the ground.

Fae pouted, her wings flapping gracefully.

"Please call me Fae." She murmured with a pout and Hawks' laughs was carried by the wind as they moved on to their next stop.

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I did a thing. I always wanted to make a cute generator thing, so here. (Is generator the right word here?)

I also made a text version down in the read more section. Just in case you prefer that instead.

(Edit: I forgot to put the zero option in the eye color section. Think of it as a freebie and pick whatever color you want.)

You've been reincarnated, congrats! But before we shove you off to your next life, let's take a sneak peak.

Your death and Rebirth

How you died is based on the first letter of your family name.

A. Struck by Lightening.

B. Old age.

C. Car crash.

D. Eaten alive by a giant snake.

E. Murdered by a clown.

F. Meteor crushed you.

G. You sacrificed yourself for a loved one.

H. You died of an illness.

I. Swallowed by a whale.

J. You fell through a wormhole.

K. Fell off a cliff.

L. You had a stroke at age 76.

M. Food poisoning.

N. You made a deal with the devil.

O. Possessed by a ghost and died.

P. Murdered for your inheritance.

Q. Abducted by aliens and died.

R. Killed by an imposter.

S. You got hit by a truck. Classic.

T. Died in a death match.

U. Died of fright.

V. Plane crash.

W. Died of laughter.

X. Died of dehydration in the desert.

Y. You angered the fae and died as a result.

Z. Drank lava.

The age you remember your past life is the day of your birthday. (Ex: 23rd = age 23)

Your features: the last digit of your device's battery. (PC users get to choose.)

0. Your natural color

1. white

2. pink

3. red

4. orange

5. yellow

6. green

7. blue

8. violet

9. multi-colored (color combination of your choice)

Eye color is the last digit of your birthday.

1. your natural color

2. pink

3. red

4. orange

5. yellow

6. green

7. blue

8. violet

9. some form heterochromia (pick your colors!)

Your life position is the first digit of your device's battery. (PC users get to choose.)

1. commoner

2. middle class

3. knight

4. nobility

5. clergy

6. royalty

7. crowned prince/princess

8. monarch

9. Choose a magical occupation.

Your love life

The number of pets you have decides how many love interests are in your harem. If you want one, that is. (If you don't have any, then generate a number 1 through 6)

The last digit of the current time is the main love interests' position in life.

0. criminal

1. commoner

2. middle class

3. knight

4. nobility

5. clergy

6. royalty

7. crowned prince/princess

8. monarch

9. Choose a magical occupation.

The main love interests' personality is based on your zodiac.

1. Aries, shy and a book nerd

2. Taurus, superstitious and ambitious

3. Gemini, wise and playful

4. Cancer, Tsundere all the way

5. Leo, loyal and carefree

6. Virgo, golden retriever energy

7. Libra, flirty and outgoing

8. Scorpio, intimate and serious

9. Sagittarius, curious and a little clingy

10. Capricorn, caring and helpful

11. Aquarius, honest and oblivious

12. Pisces, stubborn and possibly feral

Main love interest's hair color is a major color in your device's wallpaper. (Or if there is not one major color, default to white or black.)

Main love interest's eye color is your favorite color. If you can't choose one, then use some form of heterochromia.

Is your lover human? Generate a number 1 through 30.

1 through 20: Human

21: Demon

22: Angel

23: Orc

24: Werewolf

25: Vampire

26: Succubus / Incubus

27: Fairy / Fae

28: Dragon

29: Nehalem

30: Dwarf

#otome isekai #I purposely choose neutral pronouns so everyone can enjoy #I also wanted to put in platonic options but i got tired #this is already long enough for me #I'm cross posting this on reddit so you might find it there

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cairn's design looks really cool!!

what's their deal? as in, what is the character about?

oops i got this ask just as i was walking to work and then forgot to answer it :')

the short answer is that cairn is a character who i have a bunch of different and conflicting ideas/scenarios for, but there is some lore that's remained consistent!

when they were younger, cairn deliberately sought out and made a deal with a fae - in return for their name, the fae would give them 'cool magic shit'

however, the name they gave up was their deadname - their 'public' reason for doing so being that they wanted to see if they could cheat the system... which was part of their goal, but they also wanted to get rid of the weight of the knowledge of their pre-transition self

this, unsurprisingly, had consequences, and now it's as if they didn't exist at all before they stopped going by their deadname - they can't remember their younger years, or recognise any depictions of themself pre-transition, nor can anyone else draw a connection between the two. they claim this is the outcome that they wanted and they are happy with it, but are probably not quite telling the truth

also they currently live in a (possibly haunted), crumbling tower 'because there's no rent' and work in a bakery because they enjoy, uh, baking

#tldr i project my transgender feelings onto them and i have cool ideas for an rpg i want to make with them one day #their origins are funny actually #i threw together their design cause i needed an antagonist for a cave story mod for modfest (basically a game jam) #so i edited kazuma's sprite cause i wanted to use his npc #but in the version of the editor program i was using at the time kazuma was labelled as 'cairn' #because the guy who made the editor (noxid) #was working on a mod back in the day using a custom engine (king: strife and sacrifice) #one of the characters in K:SS was called 'professor cairn' and used kazuma's npc #so i guess he accidentally released a version with K:SS character names? #anyway i liked the name so i just decided to call them that and it stuck #anon #asks

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Hello! That demon AU looks fun! May I please ask for more details? Like, for example what counts as a demon in this universe? Is there like - an implication that demons exist alongside angels and all that religious jazz, or are they basically the Fae?

And Phantom - is he his own thing that was just super weakened and merged with Danny for survival, or is it like canon and Danny is essentially a new demon? Maybe that's why everyone attacks him and his city, they think this lil baby man is all set on building his presence and essentially went ' hold up tiny, let the big boys have cults, you go and do whatever, come back in like a hundred years ' while Danny is just doing his thing and trying to protect everyone.

I'm sorry if I'm rambling, this AU just made my lil funky brain gears turn, I'm very happy right now •^•

The art is also very nice, i love it!

Why thank you! I’m going to answer these questions from top to bottom, starting with what counts as a demon. It’s under the cut because this is a bit long.

I guess they are a bit similar to the Fae, like, there are religious elements and a lot of ways demons and angels work is based on religion, but God isn’t really confirmed to exist and isn’t confirmed to have created everything and all that. But you know how Butch retconned to make it that ghosts were just monsters from another dimension or something? Yeah that’s canon here, but with demons.

Now angels also exist, and angels who don’t do what they are essentially “programmed” to do are cast out as demons. What angels are programmed to do can range from very specific to very broad, such as “protect this certain human from harm,” to “warn these certain humans when something bad happens,” to “watch over humanity as a whole.” The broader the order, usually, the higher up an angel is on their little hierarchy. Arch angels are usually the ones on the tippy top, and are the only ones with names. They watch over all angels and keep demons at bay.

At first, demons aren’t all “I will contract a human for their soul” and all that, they tend to focus in on what they wanted to do/experience that made them go outside of their programming. It’s like the obsession hc, but this obsession is usually warped or even forgotten as time goes on. Eventually, they seek out humans to try to live/do something through them.

Phantom, for example, is a demon who forgot what he originally fell for. He chose his name to be “Mira Phantasm, the Demon of Mimicry.” Titles are part of demon names and are very important, which is why all demons shout their name and title, or just their title.

So, right after asking Phantom why he looked like him(he’s the demon of mimicry, he can look like whoever he wants to-with a few minor changes, he’s not perfect at that) Danny called him Danny Phantom, because Phantom sounds like Fenton and his name was also Mira Phantasm, it all worked out. Phantom actually really liked that joke, so it was the first “bonding moment” between the two.

Why Phantom sorta merged with Danny is for a few reasons. Firstly, Phantom and Danny kinda get along. Kinda, but it is better than most human-demon relationships(platonic). Secondly, Danny reminded Phantom what he fell for-to live life as a human being does. He wanted to be with them so badly, to be free like them, that he was cast out and became an enemy of the angels. Thirdly, it was more like Danny made a deal with Phantom rather than the other way around.

Phantom struck up a deal at the exact moment Danny turned on the portal. Phantom offered him the ability to survive it and live again, as long as Phantom got his soul. Danny would’ve obviously denied that, if not for him wanting to live. Danny asked him what caused him to fall. After that, Danny made a deal of “If I get to live, I get your powers and you’ll help me stop other demons from hurting others. In exchange, you’ll be able to live as a human alongside me.” Phantom agreed.

You see, making a deal with a demon is different from a demon making a deal with you-it essentially is based on who gains more from the relationship. Most demons want to gain more than a human would, but with Phantom remembering how much he so desperately wanted to be a human, he was willing to give up everything for that. It was a very rash decision, but that’s just how most deals with demons work.

Now, since Phantom looks and acts a lot differently to Danny, most demons assume that he is just a new demon, that might have to do with the new disappearance of Phantom. Danny also acts a lot differently than most demons as well, he specifically stops other demons from harming or harassing others. But he also just does human things sometimes, which is Phantom taking control and living out through him. So most demons-and some demon hunters(wink wink nudge nudge)-think he is a baby demon who fell because he wanted to help humans a bit too much. And maybe killed Phantom and absorbed his powers somehow, since he can still mimic other demon’s powers, just much weaker than Phantom can.

Hope that answers all your current questions! You can ask me more if you want. Thank you for the ask :)

#danny phantom #danny phantom au #danny fenton #dp au #demon au #asked #kitty-av #revenant rambles