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kindasleepywriter · 4 months

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Public Displays of Affection - Azriel x Reader

Chapter summary: This is a Christmas themed oneshot of a series I'm working on (Bird of Prey masterlist), but it can be read as a standalone! It's set a few years after the end of the series, but it doesn't spoil the main story.

Warnings: None! Just a lot of fluff

Word count: 850.

Sidenote: Accidentally posted this on my personal blog at first! this is the re-upload on the right account <3

Winter Solstice was rapidly approaching. If the bite of frost in the air didn’t remind you of the fact, the extravagant amount of decoration in the House of Wind did. They’d started appearing a few weeks ago and now covered most surfaces, admittedly bringing you more joy than you let on every time you went to the library to pick up a new book. Solstice felt bittersweet to you, but you let yourself enjoy the parts you could.

You watched Azriel as you leaned in the door frame of the sitting room as he helped Feyre and Nyx make what looked to be garlands, although the latter’s work might be considered an abstract representation of one. You smiled gently as the ease with which he laughed with the others. You were glad he’d become more confident alongside you.

He glanced up, as if reading your thoughts. Your heart skipped a beat at the wide smile he gave you, still so affected at the sight of him, despite the years. He always could manage to get your heart racing from the most innocent of gestures. When you thought back, you could see it clear as day: he was always the one you were meant to be with from the first day, despite what you felt then. No one had managed to break through the walls that had numbed you to the world except for him, even if it had initially been through confrontations of anger.

Azriel whispered a few words to Nyx, the young boy giggling at his words and rushing to his mother’s side, before walking over to your side, circling around you so he held your back against his chest. He swayed slowly with you to the soft beat of the music surrounding you both.

“Penny for your thought?” he whispered, soft breath tickling the skin behind your ear.

“I don’t think you can afford all of them right now, Az,” you chuckled, turning your face to his and raising a hand to brush a wisp of hair straying on his forehead. “But I’ll give you one for free if you want.”

He hummed, eyes fixed on yours and his hands rubbing slow circles against your hips. “I’d empty Rhys’ entire vault for you, love, don’t tempt me to do so,” he said. You laughed, turning to put your hands around his neck, his hands finding their way around you and flattening against your shirt in the sensitive spot between your wings. You sighed in contentment, a shiver running down your spine. “But I’ll happily take what you’ll give me.” he continued quietly.

“I’m thinking that I never truly thanked you for sticking by me through it all.” You kissed him softly, pulling your head back with a chuckle as he tried to follow. “I couldn’t have hoped for someone more perfect than you.”

You felt his grin against your lips, smiling back at you. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to yours. “And I’ve been the luckiest in Prythian to see you shine, my love.”

You went to speak again, but your words were interrupted by the sound of something whizzing through the air, but no sound of impact came, only a smacking sound across the room and an undignified squeak. Azriel did not move from his position, arms tightening, but rolled his eyes and raised his voice. “Cass, if you don’t put down that second wreath you’re holding, I won’t hesitate to tell Nesta what you got her for Solstice this instant.”

A feminine laugh rang across the room.

“You guys are no fun together.” Cassian muttered, more laughs ringing from the others around you. Your cheeks reddened and tension ran through you, not unnoticed by Azriel. “Want to get out of here?” he whispered.

“Please, before he decided to move on to more intimidating weapons.” you snickered.

“I’ll have you know that wreaths are perfectly acceptable projectiles when you two lovebirds are being-” You were grateful for Cassian’s indignant protest being cut off by darkness surrounding you, you and your lover disappearing to your shared bedroom.

Your wings spread on instinct when your feet caught solid ground, and you immediately caged Azriel against the wall, your hands resting on his defined pectorals. “I believe Cassian might need to learn to be grateful of our discretion in public, love.” he muttered playfully.

“We could always show him exactly how much we restrain ourselves in their presence,” you purred. You were always more playful when you two were alone. “I’m sure a little demonstration might remind him of the fact.”

You shuddered as his hands trailed down your back, over your rear and to your thighs, tapping them slightly, and you jumped with a single beat of your wings, obliging his silent demand. He caught you, spinning you around and leading you to the bed, softly laying you down.

Not a single word was uttered about your public displays of affection again.

If I'm being honest, I was planning on finishing up Bird of Prey before Christmas and was hoping to post this as a follow-up, but finals got the best of me. I should be posting more during the holidays!

Banner created by the amazing @saradika!

#azriel x reader #azriel #acotar #acotar x reader #acotar fanfic #azriel fanfic #azriel POV #azriel x you #azriel x y/n #acotar winter solstice #bird of prey

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pandorascripts · 1 year

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Maddening Love

summary: harley never meant to become what she was afraid of. it seems she did though.

pairing: harley quinn x gn!reader (can be read as fem)

warnings: murder, gun violence, making out.

note: this has been in my drafts for a while, and I fricking love harley. thought she deserved some love, so please send in requests for her!!! <333

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Harley turns on her heel, huffing a hot breath into the cold winter air. “You don’t love me no more.”

You rush up to Harley, reaching out, but retract your hand at the last moment. “Harls, no, no, I do.” Frowning, you timidly place a hand on her cold shoulder.

With a fury you’ve never seen before in her eyes, Harley glares at you. “I don’t appreciate liars, cupcake.”

The venom in her words knocks you off guard, but you know Harley. You know she has her jealousies, when someone got too frisky with you, or when she herself was battling her own insecurities. You shake your head, knowing she needs comfort. It was something she’d always lacked in her relationship with him, so you were determined to give it to her.

“I’m no liar. I love you, Harley. Only you.” You wrap your arms around her, burying your head into her neck. Even if the position is uncomfortable, considering Harley is taller than you, and you need to be on your tip-toes, you hold out for as long as you can.

When your ankles are hurting, and your feet are aching, you lean away of her. You still keep yours arms wrapped around her neck, your left thumb brushing against her skin. Looking into her eyes, you see anger and hurt, but underneath there, there’s a look you’ve seen so many times. Insecurity.

“What’s got you upset, Harley?”

She shakes her head, softly biting her lip as she looks away from you. “Nothin’, it’s stupid.”

“Harley,” you pause, gently guiding her head back to you, “your feelings aren’t stupid. Please.”

Your eyebrows ease up and you try to dump all your emotions into your eyes. You pour all your love for her, your own insecurities, everything you hold, but you know that it’s useless. You felt too much for her, there’s was no possible way you could measure it to size, much less show all of it.

Harley caves, leaning down into you as her hands wrap around your sides. “You promise you love me?”

“Always.”

A small sniffle comes from Harley, and you feel your heart shatter. The shards from your heart pierce your lungs, making your breathing turn jagged. Tears of your own form and you don’t bother hiding them. “I will always love you, Harls.”

A minute of silence passes and you think you’ve reminded her, but her troubles overpower her, again.

“Prove it.”

Desperately, you nod your head.

“How?”

Harley’s head retreats from your neck and she meets your eyes. Her hand comes up to your face, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I’d kill for you, Harls.”

She shakes her head, a beautifully crazed smile gracing her lips. “No, that’s too easy, sweetheart. The question is, would’ja love me if I killed?”

You nod your head hastily. “You cant scare me.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Harley takes your hand, the other one pulling out a handgun as she retreats back into the nightclub you’d just left. “What if I shot up this joint, huh? What ‘bout then?”

“I’d take the blame.”

You quicken your pace, longing to be at her side.

“Would’ja?” she questions, back turned to the door. With a nod of your head, she kicks it open.

The once muffled music cuts through the December night, loud lights blind you as you trail after her inwards. Harley’s grip on your hand only tightens as she walks forward, handgun pressed to her side. Sweaty bodies collide against yours, and you’re reminded why you hate clubs. The bodies pushing and pulling at you make you sick, but when Harley’s hand is in yours, it drowns out anything else.

When she reaches dead center, she pulls you close to her. Harley leans down to your ear, practically yelling over the music.

“Would’ja be my New Years kiss?” she asks, giggling mischievously.

The crowd counts down, and as they reach two, you pull Harley downwards by her collar. Her lips meet yours on the last number, and her gun fires. People run around you and Harley, all desperate to escape their deaths. Bodies bump into you; but her lips planted firmly on yours ground you against them. Harley’s free hand grips the back on your neck, the other causing chaos. Screams fill your ears as Harley empties her clip, bullets flying in all directions, and you bring her back down to you again. Softly, Harley bites your lip, releasing it with a pop as she backs away.

You take a moment to look around. Bodies surround you two, and in a comical way, you make out a heart. Harley steps forward again, holding your chin back as you share air.

“Still love me now, honey?”

You nod, not bothering to address the cold barrel pointed at your head.

“What if I pulled the trigga?”

“Yes,” you husk out, not hesitating in the slightest. “You emptied your mag already, it wouldn’t do anything.”

“What if I had a bullet?”

You scan her eyes, her cold ones piercing through yours. It doesn’t bother you though, you have enough warmth and love to fill up hers. You’d gladly share it.

“Same answer, Harls. You can’t scare me away.”

Slowly, you bring her back down to you. Her warm lips greet yours, and you know you’ve smudged her lipstick. Harley pulls back, kissing the corner of your mouth and then your jaw.

“You don’ care that imma killa?”

You shake your head slightly, still wanting her lips on your skin. “No.”

“No?” she asks, planting another kiss below your ear.

A shiver runs down your spine, one of your hands holds Harley’s head as the other holds her lower back. “Not at all.”

Sirens blare around you, but you don’t mind. Harley whispers something incoherent, her hands on your hips having your full attention. You nod, mumbling yes, and her warm body is pulled out of yours. Your eyes snap open, desperately searching for pink and blue, but you can’t find it. As the doors bust open, and swarms of yells surround you, you drop to your knees. Cold metal clicks around your wrist as rough hands pull you up.

The shocking realization that Harley had left you hits like a brick, and you blink several times, with each one wishing this wasn’t true.

“Harls!” you yell, trashing against the cops.

A sob racks through your body as a hard object slams against your stomach. You gasp, heart shattered once again, the evidence burrowing itself deep in your lungs. You cry and plead, but when they toss you in a room, you don’t say a thing. Harley may have betrayed you, but you’d never fathom of doing the same. If she needed her reassurance for your love, this had to be it, right? The more you suffer, the more it shows you care. Harley would see you suffering, and she know you’d truly care for her. She’d get you out, she had to. The thought brought a smile to your lips, a giggle cracking them apart.

“You killed nine people, this isn’t a laughing matter.”

You look up to the detective, seeing his disappointed face. “I think it is.”

Another crazed smile paints itself on your lips.

“Who was with you?” he demands, hands slamming against the steel table.

You don’t flinch, not even moving a muscle as you stare at him. “Just me…”

“Those red lips on your neck say otherwise.”

“Can you blame a girl for having fun? Saw this cute blonde girl, made out with her for New Years, and then,” you pause, trying to build up dramatic suspense, “then I pumped her full of lead, ‘long with those eight other people.”

He nods his head. “Thanks for the confession. With that, you won’t be getting a trial,” he walks away, mumbling the last part of his sentence,”not like you crazies deserve one.”

You mock a salute to him on his way out.

Harley’d get you, she’d kill all these mediocre officers. A laugh surges through your broken lungs, wheezing out and shattering the silence.

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kindasleepycryptid · 4 months

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Public Displays of Affection - Azriel x Reader

I posted this to the wrong account! You can find the re-upload on my writing blog right here: @kindasleepywriter

Warnings: None! Just a lot of fluff

Word count: 850.

#azriel x reader #azriel #acotar #acotar x reader #acotar fanfic #azriel fanfic #azriel POV #azriel x you #azriel x y/n #acotar winter solstice #bird of prey

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armed-with-a-waffle-iron · 5 months

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Stephanie: So. You, my kinda, sort of big sister, are engaged to the sort of adoptive brother of your sort of adoptive daughter, who's also the sort of adoptive son of our sort of old boss and the sort of adoptive brother of my brooding jerk ex-boyfriend, whose sort of family sort of loves me more than they love him?

Barbara: Maybe it's unnecessary and, frankly, impossible to neatly categorise everything.

Stephanie: Says who?

Barbara (smirking): You know, by your logic, when Dick and I get married, this would make Bruce your kinda, sort of, sort of father-in-law by extens—mph!

*Stephanie slaps a hand over Barbara's mouth and collapses over her lap*

Stephanie (eyes squeezed shut): Ew-ew-ew-ew-EW!! Stop-trying-to-put-a-label-on-everything!! What's-wrong-with-you??? Babs!!! Stop-talking!! STOP IT!!! NO!!! *shakes head aggressively* AAAAHHHH!!

Barbara (smiling with her eyes): Thhts mh ghrl... *pats Steph's back*

#for the love of god stop shoehorning bat family relationships into ill fitting labels and “perfect” nuclear family nonsense #stephanie brown #barbara gordon #batgirl #oracle #batgirls #batgirl 2009 #bat family #batfam #fanfic #fanfiction #dc comics #comics #batman #robin #the spoiler #wayne family adventures #birds of prey #bruce wayne

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hotdogcabbagesausage · 1 month

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“it’s 1 AM, go to sleep”

ohhhh so you hate me???? you hate me because you don’t wanna hear about my in depth harley quinn fanfiction i’m making that takes place after birds of prey???

#sigh #harley quinn #birds of prey #harleen quinzel #writing #fanfiction #fanfictions #ao3 fanfiction #ao3 fanfics #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #fanfics #seph.txt

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

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ISTP

Gryffindor

Chaotic Good

Virgo Sun, Gemini Moon, Sagittarius Rising

SFW🌿

⭑ Knowing each other in your vigilante forms - rivals that seem to step on each other’s toes. During the day Dinah knew you as a different person. A barista who always knew her coffee order.

⭑ But neither of you knew that the other were vigilantes.

⭑ The rivalry being the bane of her existence. The anticipation in seeing you in the mirror behind her, or seeing you on the rooftop.

⭑ You’re like Robin Hood - steal from the rich and give to the poor ... Bruce Wayne being your next big hit

⭑ She warned you not to. Either because she was going to hit the Wayne residence or because she didn’t want you to get hurt

⭑ Looking out for the other’s back but never showing it

⭑ The type of relationship that if you ever broke up, the other wouldn’t be able to move on

⭑ She likes to smack you on the ass

⭑ Always having a spare hair tie for the other

⭑ Not very into PDA, but does love to hold your hand and kiss your cheek

⭑ Very protective over you

⭑ She always wants to cuddle when you’re at home together

⭑ Dinah would show her love through acts of service - getting a coffee before you wake up, flowers randomly even though it’s not a special occasion, getting you that new book you’ve been talking about

⭑ Letting her do your make-up (she’s actually really good at it; she owns a lot of shimmers)

⭑ The flirting never leaving your relationship.

⭑ Binge-watching shows together and getting upset when she watches it without you (she only did that once and swore never to do it again)

⭑ She would jump in front of a bullet for you

⭑ Gazing into your eyes and smiling

⭑ Kissing your knuckles before a fight

⭑ Adopting an orange cat together, he likes to sit on your laps and purrs very loudly.

⭑ Movie dates but making out at the back of the theatre

⭑ Growing a herb and vegetable garden on your fire escape

⭑ Patching each other up after a night of crime fighting

⭑ Making fun of the other’s vigilante outfits

Relationship Tropes:

Rivals to Lovers

Mutual Respect & Encouragement

Badass Power Couple

NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ Both of you fight for control in the bedroom - but that’s part of the fun

⭑ Sex is hot and passionate. It’s a lot of heavy breathing and quick movements. Grabbing at each other, kissing, marking.

⭑ She likes to ride your face

⭑ Very much into ass eating - both giving and receiving

⭑ There was a lot of hate sex at the beginning

⭑ Teasing each other when you’re out in public, or with friends.

⭑ Putting your underwear in her bag

⭑ She would leave kiss marks on the mirror

⭑ Lazy morning sex

⭑ Oh she is very good with her hands and fingers btw. She’ll curl them inside of your, hitting the spot and you think you’re going to explode from pleasure - but then she releases.

⭑ She likes to hear you beg - and I mean on your knees, begging for her

⭑ But you pay her back

⭑ She likes to suck on your fingers while she’s riding you

⭑ Whispers dirty things in your ear

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, that you’ll never want anyone else.”

⭑ Car sex

⭑ Hot passionate sex after you get back from crime fighting. Your blood is hot and pounding within your body.

⭑ Pushing the other up against the wall

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ultra-phthalo · 4 months

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Night Vision - Version Blue

Transformers oc named Cinnabar. Their altmode is a rare Bird of Prey stealth jet. They have an earthly origin. And have an affinity of bio-metal manipulation.

#transformers #oc #tf #cinnabar #art #tfp #oc cinnabar #tf oc #maccadam #fineliner #alcohol markers #watercolor #traditional art #art book #tf fanfic #story oc #Version 1 #blue #bird of prey stealth jet

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carry-on-my-wayward-gays · 1 year

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And That One is You: a Bird of Prey spinoff

Howdy! Another little drabble based on @roxie-roo 's Double Life au, Bird of Prey! Pure fluff this time I promise :D

"Come on.. We don't have too much longer left... the evening is young. Let's make the most of it."

"I've got just the idea."

Tango searches their chests. He pulls out pouches of loose redstone, shards of quartz and iron shavings. Jimmy watches, curious, as Tango tinkers over their crafting table. They don't have a lot of materials to work with, so Jimmy is surprised seeing what Tango is managing to do.

Wires are crafted with redstone and iron shavings. Quartz is used to conduct signals to their designated place and it's all encased in a wood box.

A radio. Tango's crafted a radio.

"Let's see if we can get a signal." Tango grins, placing it on top of a chest and immediately messing with the dials.

"And if we don't?" Jimmy asks.

Tango shrugs back. "Then we'll go loot chests for a jukebox and some discs."

Jimmy loves how optimistic he is. Even with so little time left, the hybrid is so positive and doing everything to make sure their last moments are ones they'll remember forever.

Then, the radio crackles to life. It's super static-y, and the speakers are weak. Jimmy thinks that if they turn it up any more than it's already at the thing would combust, but somehow it fits. It's absolutely perfect for the both of them, and just them. In their little ranch.

"There we go, now we just gotta..." Tango twists and bends the antenna, searching for something.

Jimmy waits. And waits. And-

The song is so muffled. It barely pierces the static, but there's a song.

Tango turns the dial for the volume, testing how high it'll go before it implodes... or something.

And with your admission, that you feel the same, I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of

Tango stretches out a hand, silently asking Jimmy to take it. To dance with him.

And Jimmy does.

Tango pulls his soulmate close. He hums lowly with the song as the two sway and spin in a small, slow circle. One hand rests comfortably on the small of Jimmy's back, the other laced with his partner's. Jimmy's other arm was looped around Tango's neck and rested comfortably on his shoulders.

Tango licks his lips nervously. "I don't want to set the world on fire, honey," He recites quietly with the song. Jimmy gazes into his eyes fondly, hanging on his every word.

"I love you too much. I just want to start a great big flame down in your heart." Tango smiles. Jimmy giggles, stopping their dance and pulling Tango in to kiss him.

Tango kisses back eagerly, and takes Jimmy by surprise by dipping him as they lose themselves in the kiss. The blond chirps in surprise, but makes no move to stop the blaze hybrid dipping him.

"I like this." Jimmy whispers. He doesn't need to, but it just feels right. "I wish it could always be like this."

Tango rests his forehead against Jimmy's and sighs. "Me too, songbird." His thumb rubs shapes into Jimmy's side where his hand supports the avian. He feels endgame sadness creeping up his throat, and he quickly swallows it in fear of spilling it where he doesn't want to. Now is not the time to mourn, but celebrate.

They'll meet again. Some day, somewhere.

"Come on, another song." He lifts Jimmy up and flicks the antenna around until it picks up something more upbeat. Jimmy's wings fluff up happily.

"Another dance?"

#shadow's scribing again #team rancher #trafficshipping #double life smp #double life #double life fanfic #bird of prey au #double life au #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #tangotek #tango tek #rancher duo

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dollwritesarchive · 2 years

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“Stay with me just a little bit longer.” with Roy?

this one got pretty spicy but it’s still relatively fluffy!

“You’re staring.”

“Hard not to when you look so damn good.” Roy hums a reply as his thick, calloused hands grip both of your hips. he doesn’t seem to mind that you were zipping up your boot, because he carelessly pulls your buttocks back to hold you against him.

“Roy.” you warn, trying to sound as stern as possible as you look over your shoulder up at him, but the way he held you made it hard to keep your walls up.

he clearly decides to ignore your warning and toys with the silver batons strapped to your hips, sliding them up and down in their sheaths like a child occupying himself. “I’ve been thinking.” he says finally, looking at you through the mirror.

you quirk a brow, meeting his gaze in the glass. his olive eyes are twinkling. “Oh yeah? Don’t hurt yourself.” you tease, and you practically melt at the smirk that etches his lips up. he loved your attitude.

“Ha ha. You’re hilarious, babe.” he mutters, hands gliding up over the flare of your waist to urge you to straighten back against him. when you do, his powerful, inked arms coil around you to hug your smaller frame tight against his hardened chest. “You ever thought about ditching the Birds of Prey and doing stand up, instead?”

you giggle, holding your gloved hands over his forearms and nod playfully, “Thought you’d like that.”

Roy rolls his eyes, before leaning in to kiss that delicate, sweet spot on your throat that he always took advantage of. “Mm, but seriously…” your breath catches in your throat as you tilt your head, looking at him in the mirror— you can only see the crown of his head doused in wild, auburn curtains as he leaves a trail of saccharine pecks over your pulse point. “How pissed would Oracle be if you were just a little bit late?”

“Pissed.” you assure him, squeezing his forearms. “Considering this would be the second time this week.” you sigh, softly, “You know I have to go.”

“Right now?” he asks, experimentally sealing his open mouth over your pulse point. his tongue circles the rim his teeth creates.

collecting your lower tier with your teeth, you pull it into your mouth with an wavering breath. “Right now.” you reply. you wished he would just let it go, let you win for once. but this was Roy fucking Harper, and he was one competitive bastard.

“C’mon, babe,” he whispers, lips releasing your neck in favor of teasing your earlobe whilst he encourages the worst type of hooky to play imaginable, “Stay with me.” you’re so close to breaking, and he can tell by the way you melt into his embrace. his palms splay out over your abdomen, fingertips pressing in to massage you through your skin tight suit.

“You’re not being fair.” you whine, tilting your head back against his clavicle and closing your eyes. “I should really…”

“Stay with me just a little bit longer.” he blows warm breath into your ear, before he nips at the lobe. “Then I’ll let you go save the city.”

you exhale, defeated, closing your eyes. “Fuck it.” Oracle would be livid, but you would worry about that later. cross that bridge, as they say. “One more hour.” you unbuckle the utility belt and your batons slide free of their sheaths, clattering muffled against the carpeted floor before you careen in his arms. he’s grinning, victoriously, down at you with emerald gems sparkling. “Wipe that look off your face, Speedy.” you tease, grabbing both sides of his neck to pull him in for a passionate kiss, “And take me back to bed.”

#also kind of obsessed with bird of prey!reader and Roy so I might make this a thing #roy harper fanfic #roy harper imagine #roy harper x you #roy harper x reader #roy harper #arsenal x reader #Arsenal #Arsenal x you #Arsenal imagine #red arrow x you #red arrow x reader #red arrow #dC #dc comics #dc x you #dc x reader

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keffirinne · 4 months

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a night that changed nothing/ Roman Sionis x YN oneshot

It's 5th chapter or a oneshot, whatever suits you better.

The possesive king doesn't easily let go of what's his.

Summary: It's been already a few days since you decided to sleep with Roman. It was a fun night, one night stand and in the morning you went back to your lives. So why was it bothering you so much that he wasn’t paying any attention since then?

-> Read on ao3 <-

gif source: https://www.tumblr.com/weaponizedwit/682270123067834368/weaponizedwit-the-many-colors-of-roman-sionis?source=share

#roman sionis #roman sionis oneshots #roman sionis x reader #birds of prey #ewan mcgregor #roman sionis fanfic #birds of prey fanfic #roman sionis x yn

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kindasleepywriter · 4 months

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Bird of Prey ~ Chapter 8: Forging a Warrior

Bird of Prey masterlist. Azriel x Reader.

Chapter summary: Azriel helps you open up about your past.

Story rating: Mature - Minors DNI

Warnings: Child abuse, neglectful/absent parents, torture (yes again i'm sorry she's been through a lot)

Word count: 2.6k

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“My parents,” you started, “were mates. I know that’s not exciting for the Inner Circle, with your abnormal amount of mating bonds. It’s almost statistically impossible, really.”

Azriel laughed and shook his head softly at the comment.

“For the common people who don’t take baths in mythical objects, you know that’s rare. Very rare. My mother was a respected officer in the Dawn legions, and so was my father in the Illyrian army. They both were powerful enough to gain recognition at the time. When their bond snapped, everyone was uneasy at the thought of a child born of the two courts, but the idea of fated offspring from two powerful magic wielders was enough for them to tolerate their offspring. They kept it all very hush-hush, until they were certain where I’d end up.”

“I say they’re mates but it certainly wasn’t the romantic dream people portray.” you continued. “The hate between Peregryns and the Illyrian… well, I’m sure you’re aware of how deeply entrenched it is. When I was born, I was just a piece of property to be used as a bargaining chip. Dawn and Night battled over me like children, claiming they had the right to claim me. In the end, it was settled that I’d get education in both courts, that negotiations would take place when I’d have my first bleed, and that I’d be married off to someone in whichever court ended up not owning me.” You shuddered slightly at the memory. You’d been made aware of the potential suitors during your teenage years, and you knew a future with the men that each high lord put forward would be misery.

Azriel’s face darkened. He seemed not to be a fan of the arranged marriages that run rampant in Illyria, you thought.

“I’d have expected such a trade from the Illyrians,” he said through gritted teeth, “but for the Dawn court to be involved in such dealings… They must’ve expected a lot from you.”

You let out a snort. That wasn’t even the beginning of it.

“This was Thesan’s doing?” he added, and you could practically see the spymaster master gears start running in his head.

“No, I think Thesan would’ve done things differently.” You had never truly met him, but you’d heard enough from the people through your travels. He was a much kinder man or, at the very least, not someone who’d encourage the treatment you’d received as a mere child. Azriel appeared relieved at your words.

You hadn’t known the Shadowsinger that long, but you’d seen enough to understand he was willing to go to great lengths for the people he… cared about. There was no other way to put it. He’d begun caring for you as you had for him and, even if it scared you to death, it brought you much comfort.

“They expected me to move mountains,” you said, “and stop a thousand-man army without breaking a sweat by the time I was twelve. I was trained in every type of combat they could think of from the moment I could stand and hold a stick. Imagine a 6-year-old being treated like any grown soldier in the camps... I could deal with the physical training, but it was the hate and mockery of both courts that dealt the most damage. I hadn’t even grown my first flight feathers before I had heard every sort of insult possible and faced beatings from soldiers of all ages.”

“My parents…” you added hesitantly as you felt your voice wavering, “They didn’t care. If anything, they encouraged the others, because what worth could I have if I couldn’t protect myself? They berated me whenever I told them, they’d answer that it didn’t matter that the ones dealing the blows were twice my age, as I’d have to face much worse ‘out there in the real world’.

It deteriorated as I got older, without any magic to show for myself. The courts were growing restless, demanding things I couldn’t give them and, when I wasn’t able to do as they asked, they took any means possible to verify I wasn’t lying. During those years, they put me through pain… pain I hadn’t even imagined was possible.”

You blinked and looked up at the light blue morning light, trying and failing to keep your tears from falling. You felt the phantom slice of the blades, the coals, the spears they had used, every time you fell asleep. They’d keep you from unconsciousness each time and healers healed your wound, but you didn’t need the scars they’d erased as a reminder. You still carried your past with you every day.

You felt the subtle touch of Azriel’s shadows, still roaming hesitantly where you were perched on the railing. They slid over your shoulders, a weight to keep you anchored in the present. Azriel approached you silently, conscious of your distress. He looked murderous, but you knew it wasn’t aimed at you. He raised a hand towards you but seemed to think better of it and retreated. You gripped him before he had the chance, uncertainty in his eyes at the contact of your skin against his. You silently ran your thumb over his rigid knuckles, trying to match the rhythm of his respiration as to calm yourself and focusing on the texture beneath the pads of your fingers.

You knew of the burns on his hand, you’d noticed them almost immediately upon meeting him, but they were anything but repulsive, despite what he seemed to think. They were a part of his history, what had made him into the man he is now, and you found that there was a pride to be found in them. It showed he’d survived, that he was stronger than what had happened to him.

He relaxed after a moment and stepped closer to you, hesitantly wiping your tears away with his free hand.

You were too deep in your own mind to think about the intimacy of the situation.

“When they finally realized that I was as good as powerless” you said, “No one wanted me. From that moment, I was just a disgusting half-breed on which they’d wasted their time. It didn’t matter that I could take on their best soldiers from adolescence, my blood was too tainted for them to bother with me. My father turned his back on me and stopped contact entirely. My mother decided to keep me in the end, and I still don’t know if it was a moment of weakness at the thought of leaving her child at the mercy of the world, or if it was just in hopes of me eventually discovering some hidden powers. I never asked her; I was too afraid of the answer. She sent me to some second residence she owned, hidden away from anyone else, where I kept training on my own and worked myself into the ground, still desperately hoping I could be what they all wanted.”

Azriel frowned. “I understand you would be easily recognizable in Illyria, but how could people even tell you weren’t fully Peregryn in Dawn? Surely, they couldn’t notice it at first glance.”

“The knowledge of my existence had traveled too far. Dawn had paraded me like cattle, hoping to lay claim. There’s also… There’s one obvious thing. It’s something I’ve kept hidden for a while now. I think the Vanseras might be the only ones outside of Dawn who even know about it. It’s very visible and it puts a target on my back. I didn’t want my presence tracked across Prythian that easily after I left Autumn.”

It was time for someone to know, you thought. If only to be able to stretch your wings, to finally get rid of the fears that you held for them. You steeled yourself for what you were about to do and looked around towards the house, peering into the balcony doors and to the roof, making sure you weren’t watched. The last thing you wanted was for this to reach Rhysand’s knowledge. His father had done enough damage to you as is, you didn’t need him to try and do the same.

At your hesitance, some of Azriel’s roaming shadows slithered in all surrounding areas, sweeping over windows and doors. “There’s no one here to see.” he reassured you softly after a moment, from where he now stood between your parted legs, your hands still joined together. You felt your anxiety fade a little; you didn’t find any dishonesty in his words.

You hesitated, still. He pointed his chin at his own membranous wings, and they stretched, slightly curved inward towards you, and brushed along each of your shoulders. He was inviting you to follow his movements, you realized.

Slowly, you straightened your spine and used the rarely used muscles that crossed your back to slowly unfold your wings. You kept them at a certain distance from Azriel’s, you weren’t quite ready for that type of contact. You winced at your wings’ stiffness, but shook them out to fully extend them, exposing the inky black dawn feathers that lined their interior surface.

Azriel’s mouth opened slightly in shock as he studied the expanse of plumage, razor focused. You knew they were unusual, the harsh contrast of white and black and sharp corners of them drawing the eye, and you couldn’t help but feel self-conscious at his reaction. While you held no hate towards your own wings, you’d never let someone fully examine them since you were a child and had only ever received insults from others about their appearance.

“They’re beautiful, Dove.” he breathed, following every feather. The tension you held didn’t leave you.

“You might be the first one to say that.” you laughed half-heartedly.

His eyes cut to yours sharply. “They must’ve all been idiots, because those are the most magnificent wings I’ve ever seen.”

You flushed at the praise, barely holding his gaze as you shied at the attention. His hands twitched between yours, no doubt itching to study the feathers closer, and you guided one of his towards the closest ones. You instinctively felt the need to fold your wings away from the touch of another person, but you held a tight lid on your feelings and stayed as still as possible when his fingers brushed against one of the longest flight feathers.

You only twitched at the contact, keeping your focus on Azriel’s expression. He looked mesmerized as he explored the surface under his touch. You had no trouble believing he hadn’t lied about liking them, his childlike wonder blowing away any doubts you may have had earlier.

“You have a bigger wingspan than I do.” he said unexpectedly with narrowed eyes, as if the thought had slipped from him unwillingly. You couldn’t stop the startled laugh that escaped you, amusement flaring through you. He’d just added an onslaught of teasing to his future.

Your fidgeting hands found his wings too as you giggled. You waited for a moment before touching them, and he made no comment on your intentions despite you knowing he was fully aware of your movements. He never missed anything. You barely touched the membrane, but then softly ran your fingers along the base of his talons and you felt him shudder under your hands.

“Don’t- Don’t start something you won’t finish, Dove.” he said hoarsely, lightly gripping the feather he was examining. You laughed again as you remembered the sensitivity of the Illyrian wings. You’d never had the opportunity to study these reactions up close, having never laid with an Illyrian, but you’d heard about the anatomy all the same in the camps.

“I won’t torment you today.” you teased softly, your hands retreating to rest at the nape of his neck.

He tried to imitate the gesture you’d attempted earlier, receiving nothing but another light twitch in response. “Do you not feel that?” he questioned, indignant at your lack of reaction.

“I do and it feels nice, we just have different… different erogenous zones.”

“Of course, you’d be the one person to actually call it an ‘erogenous zone’.” he muttered under his breath as you continued giggling at his display of irritation. You couldn’t help but think that he might get to figure how to make you shiver too… but only if you stayed. The last thought dampened your mood. You shouldn’t be thinking about that now. Trust him, you reminded yourself, Stop thinking about fleeing.

You curled your fingers into his hair and sighed as he continued his ministrations. Despite your thoughts, you were far more relaxed than you’d been in a long time. You didn’t remember ever letting someone touch your wings without you being forced or pressured into it, and the care he put into caressing the soft dawn feathers felt heavenly. You leaned forward and sighed, face dropping to Azriel’s neck and finger still raking through his curls.

“I didn’t tell you everything yet.” you murmured.

Azriel hummed in response, the decision to continue or not remaining yours. You didn’t want to break the moment, but you couldn’t stop halfway through. You didn’t move away from him as you spoke softly against his skin.

“When my mother died, I didn’t inherit anything.” You started. “I don’t know who got her things instead. Some officer from the legion just showed up one day, broke the news, and promptly kicked me out. I barely had time to pack a bag. I didn’t feel like I could stay in Dawn, but I didn’t have anywhere to go either. I tried to send a letter to my father and never got a reply, so I naively assumed he didn’t receive it. I knew he had no interest in me previously, but I thought he’d show some mercy to a child he’d had with his mate. I traveled there and- well, you know the rest.”

Azriel stayed silent for a moment. “Your parents were some right shitheads.”, he finally said, and you didn’t have to see him to guess the frown that adorned his face.

“You’re telling me.” you muttered. “I take special comfort in knowing they both died painfully. Those two assholes both ended up rotting away alone in their courts from infections, not gloriously on the battlefield like they must’ve dreamt.” Fate had gotten that right, at least.

He chuckled and let go of your wings, instead wrapping his arms loosely around you, completely undeterred by the cruelness of your words. You basked in his closeness.

The moment was too short for your liking before his grip on you tightened. A few of his shadows emerged from the balcony doors, and he groaned deeply.

“We have approximately 2 minutes before Rhys and Amren come here to try and convince you to start training your magic.” he said.

You muttered a few choice words that conveyed exactly what you thought of the idea.

“That’s what I thought you’d say, Dove.” You pulled back and glanced at him. He had a mischievous look in his eyes. “You know, there’s a lot to do in the city.”

“I feel like an escape plan might be brewing,” you said with an arched brow. He smiled in response. “Won’t they be mad at you for leaving with me?”

“Not if they don’t catch us.” he laughed.

Rhysand and Amren found nothing but the remnants of your scents, flowing through the breeze.

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