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#i had so much fun with this one#poor scout#he wants to know why his father is kissing an enemy spy!#engiespy#tf2 spy#sfm#sfm practice#tf2 sfm#tf2 engiespy#tf2 engineer#tf2#tf2 scout#team fortress 2#practical espionage#napoleon complex#engineer x spy#blu spy#red engineer
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Hey y’all. It’s been a rough month, so thank you to all of you who keep tagging me in spite of my silence. And for those of you waiting for new chapters to one of my WIPs, please forgive me. The good news is, I have a week off of work, and I’ll be able to put out new chapters of at least two of my WIPs, as well as the first post from one of those below that you haven’t seen. So stay tuned!
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On to the snippets!
From Saving Simon Snow: (slightly more than six sentences)
I don’t know what I expect when I look at him. Recriminations about my family? I’d deserve them. My father and aunt have been vicious and abusive towards my now-husband. I’ll never be done making that up to him. Or maybe he wants to actually talk about the events of the day? Yesterday, I mean, since the clock has clearly ticked over into a new day.
Whatever I expected, it wasn’t Simon’s blue eyes intensely boring into mine as he says, “Can I kiss you?”
From the Heart in the Well
“You–” I start, and my voice is a croak. I swallow, despite my horror at the liquid still laying on my tongue. I try again. “How could you?”
Simon looks apologetic, but his chin is jutting up nonetheless. “Baz, you needed it—” he begins.
“You’ve made me into a monster!” I cry.
From Snow Fox–nothing new this week. I'm researching my next chapter at the moment.
From TikTok Dancer:
Normally, by now I’d be giving coy glances to my chosen partner of the night. I like to have made my choice at least an hour before we quit for the day, so I can make my interest known. It’s a bit of a dance in itself, this small courtship.
Tonight, unless I find the courage to approach Baz again—why do I even remember his name? Most of the time I forget their names minutes after they say them—I’ll be going to bed without any release. Because nobody in the crowd has drawn my eyes today, despite several pretty people making eyes at me.
I’ve only got eyes for Baz.
I don’t understand this.
From Stars, Flowers, and Children,
One of the tools we rescued from the ship before it sank was a hand axe, and it’s honestly been worth it’s weight in gold. Half the building I’ve done in the last few years would have been impossible without it. I don’t need Davy’s voice in my head growling, “you break those tools, boy, I’ll break you.” I’m constantly aware of the fragility of the life we’ve built here. If I break an axe…no more building out of wood. If the island suffers a dry year, no fruit on our plates. If one of us gets sick…no doctors
From Cupid’s Shield:
My aunt Fiona loves recounting the time he showed up at Watford’s Valentine ball when she was a fourth year. She wasn’t old enough to attend, but she’d snuck into a secret passage that passed the ballroom to spy on her friends, who were fifteen because their birthday (they were twins apparently) was just before the deadline to attend. Reading between the lines, I think Fi was sweet on one of the pair and wanted to make sure he wasn’t making time with some other girl at the ball.
According to my Aunt, Cupid just materialized in midair beneath the great chandelier, and, with a wicked grin, began shooting incorporeal arrows at every mage in sight. Fiona took great pleasure in recounting just who was compelled into snogging their sworn enemies or the girlfriends/ boyfriends of their best friends. Apparently the event was a source of endless drama over the next several months, and my aunt lives for that shit.
Of course, my aunts’ maybe-boyfriend escaped unscathed, or I think she wouldn’t have found the whole thing so amusing.
From my COBB project:
“Director,” I say, “It’s good to see you.”
“And it’s wonderful to see you, my boy. In fact, your return just at this time could not have been more fortuitous.”
I know all too well what that means. My heart sinks into my shoes. I just got back…I haven’t even unpacked yet…
“Sir?” I question, directing every fibre of my being towards hoping the director is not about to say what I think he’s about to say. Of course, I’m not that lucky.
“We have a situation, Simon,” he says, letting his face fall into graver lines.
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GENSHIN 3.5 UPDATE SPOILERS
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I'M WARNING YOU. THESE ARE MAJOR SPOILERS. MAJOR KAEYA LORE DROPS
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FINAL WARNING!!!
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Ok here it goes-
Kaeya hopping onto a caravan to get to Sumeru as a kid is simultaneously the funniest and saddest thing ever.
Could you all imagine the chaos once the Ragnvindrs realized child Kaeya is missing? I could just imagine Diluc crying loudly about losing Kaeya while Crepus panics and half yells at his staff and the knights about looking for him.
And the moment Crepus sees Kaeya again, he pulls him by the ear!! Because how dare this child give him the heart attack of the century! The nerve of this child to give him gray hairs!! Absolutely comedic!
But the fact that Kaeya did it because he wants to learn more about his heritage hurts. He barely knows anything (and even if he does know a lot, he feels as if he is missing large amounts of context anyway). No wonder he hid that one piece of paper about information on their clan. He's clinging to what is left over for him.
I don't fully trust the idea that his father left him in Mondstat just to live a better life at all. As sweet as it may be, I actually think that's just Kaeya's hopeful thinking. That's why he "thinks he made a clean break with his past". His mind tells him that he probably has nothing that Khaenri'ah or the abyss order might want. A reasonable conclusion because they haven't contacted him- in fact, he was the one doing the interrogating.
That makes me nervous for him though...
Even if it is to free him from his history who tf leaves a child in one of the strongest storms (where he almost dies in), tells him that he will be a spy for Khaenri'ah, and gives him the pressure of being their "only hope"?! Damn dude, if you really want to give him a better life maybe don't give him a last minute multiple trauma gift.
Dain probably crumpled a bit of Kaeya's said hope by straight up mentioning that Kaeya is a descendant of the Abyss Order's founders (I knew the Alberich last name had a damn purpose! Being the birthright successor to the Abyss Order is a big deal and literally a power move! Names have power!!!)
(((Random thought but I wonder if Kaeya could start his own faction- an alternate Abyss Order where he leads as the birthright heir where they go against the Abyss twin near the end? It would be a major decision to lead the order after all, he would have to leave Mond for it, and I'm sure that Dain would prefer to side with him on this one if it is a faction made to counteract the Abyss twin's actions)))
His heritage being such a big deal that they had to mention it in an Archon quest is very iconic for his 4-star starter character ass. They had to make sure everyone knows about it and now Kaeya's lore is gonna get more speculations and scrutiny. Good. I'd still argue that he has one of the best lore in the game- easily in the top 5.
Final thoughts for now, but Dainkae having that enemies to friends to lovers energy is very funny to me. Kaeya asking Dain to go drinking with him someday is *chefs kiss*. Dain is right to be wary of Kaeya though. The fact that Kaeya felt him watching is definitely telling of how perceptive Kaeya is (reminds me of the cutscene where Diluc is introduced, and when Diluc attacked from behind him, Kaeya didn't even flinch). Dain probably realized that Kaeya also purposely avoided him in Mondstat as well since Kaeya knew of him ( I don't think Dain would avoid someone who is blatantly using "Alberich" as a lastname).
Oh wait! One more thing! But is Kaeya actually immortal? (where they stop aging once they reach a certain age) or is he only half-Khaenriahn? (if so, why wasnt he turned into a hilichurl? Do they get a free pass?...but so far, he is the only regularly aging Khaenri'ahn we've met...)
I knew that the more lore drop he gets the more questions will be added. damn.
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Little Sparrow Chapter 5
Loki x Reader Mafia AU
When Tony Stark's little sister wakes up deep in enemy territory she assumes her life is over. She'll be killed or worse: used as a bargaining chip against her estranged brother. What happens when the mafia leader, Loki Laufeyson, offers her a deal she can't refuse? No sentiment. Only revenge. What happens when the truth is revealed? Will she betray her only family or betray the man she loves to hate? Little Sparrow is an enemies to lover's fic riddled with betrayal and spice!
Warnings: No actual smut but a bit of ✨spice✨ and tension
Tony hadn’t stopped blowing up my phone since that first day and there had slowly been more sightings of different members from the Avengers, slowly getting closer to where we were. Loki had been leaving a lot over the last week to deal with these sightings as having Avengers in Asgardian territory was ‘bad for business,’ as he’d put it.
Each time I found myself worrying if he’d come back. Was it truly worth all this? I was starting to wonder. And what is it that Loki wants bad enough to let this all continue. Does my brother even know what Loki wants?
A loud crash pulled me from my thoughts and I tossed my book to the side, stepping into the hallway.
“Prove it, then!” Odin shouted. “Take her with you!”
“I have nothing to prove!” Loki shouted, slamming the door behind him. His eyes locked with mine and he made his way to our room, eyes flashing with anger.
“Listening at doorways, are we?” He approached the door frame, leaning against it. “It’s hard to defend you when you're acting like a little spy.”
“Oh, shut up, Laufeyson! I heard a crash so naturally I came to make sure everything was okay.”
He entered the room, shutting the door behind us. “You’re going to hear a lot of noise in this house, little one. It’s best you learn to ignore it.”
“Where does your father want you to take me?”
He sighed, dragging a hand across his face. “The next Avenger sighting. He wants me to take you with me.”
“Why?”
“Who knows why the old man does anything,” he spat. “He’s senile.”
I rolled my eyes, turning to walk away, but he grabbed my wrist, spinning me to face him. He had me pressed against his chest, his hand resting next to my throat, thumb grazing my cheek.
“Your eyes are going to get stuck in the back of your head if you keep rolling them like that.”
I dramatically rolled them again and he smirked. “You’re cute when you’re defiant.”
“Then you must find me fucking adorable.”
He moved his lips to the shell of my ear. “That I do, little one. That I do.”
“That must be unfortunate for you.”
“How’s that?”
“Because if you get this hard every time you find me adorable… you must be in pain often.” I accentuated my words with a rough grind of my hips against his.
“You’re playing with fire, pet.”
I shrugged. “Your point?”
“Do you enjoy testing me? Testing my strength to not take you against this wall.”
“You’re not that kind of man,” I replied. “You wouldn’t take a woman without her consent.”
“You don’t know me, pet.”
“I think you want to call yourself a monster first before anyone else can. You want everyone else to believe you are this evil man who doesn’t care about the lives of others but you are not your father.”
He chuckled. “You have no idea, little one.”
“You keep calling yourself a monster and I’m going to kiss you to prove you wrong, dickhead.”
His lips brushed against my ear. “I… am… a… monster,” he whispered slowly, carefully enunciating each word. He pulled back, carefully watching my movements.
I smirked and backed him against the wall, standing on my toes to reach his lips and kissed him hard. His hands gripped my waist as he moved his mouth against mine. He turned us around, placing a hand behind my head as he pressed me against the wall hard.
He groaned when his phone rang in his pocket, reluctantly pulling away.
“What?” he growled into the phone, slowly backing away from me, leaving me breathless.
What have I done?
“Damn it!” he hissed. “Send Syf. I’ll meet her there in ten minutes.” He hung up the phone and turned to me.
“Loki, what’s wrong?”
“Your brother has been spotted five minutes away from here. Five minutes!” he shouted.
“Odin wants you to take me with…”
He shook his head. “I won’t ask this of you.”
I placed a hand on his arm. “I’m coming with you.”
“Stay out of the way and try not to get yourself killed.”
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I don’t know what I was expecting when we arrived but it certainly wasn’t this. Tony was sitting across from Steve and Natasha in a coffee shop. It was clear they were having a heated discussion but we couldn’t tell what it was about.
Loki entered the coffee shop and everyone except Steve, Tony, and Natasha stood, quickly making their way out of the shop. Everyone knew what was going to happen. The Avengers were on Asgardian turf and this wouldn’t end well. If he wanted to, Loki had grounds to shoot them on sight. I couldn’t help the flutter in my stomach, knowing that they’d been sighted many times before on Asgardian turf but he hadn’t killed them.
Tony turned, his eyes landing on Loki.
“Must we do this?” Loki smirked. “I mean, honestly, it’s a lot of hassle to comme all the way out here… quite the risk too, if I might add.”
“You took my sister,” Tony replied, sipping his coffee and placing the cup back on the table.
Loki tilted his head. “Took her?” He turned to me, holding out his hand. I walked toward him, taking his hand, and he wrapped an arm around my waist. “She’s free to leave whenever she wishes… but I don’t think she does.” Loki smirked, pressing a gentle kiss to my hair. “Do you want to tell him what happened, little one? Or shall I?”
“Y/n, are you alright? What is he talking about?” Tony asked.
“I was with him,” I hissed. “He left me in the woods and I was attacked. Loki found me and saved my life.”
“Seth left you there? He said he wasn’t with you that night.”
I scoffed. “And you believed him?”
He turned to Steve. “Find Seth. Bring him to the compound. I want to find out what happened that night.”
Steve nodded, getting up from the table with his phone.
I scoffed. “I’m your sister, Tony! You would seriously take his word over mine?”
“I just want to find out the truth. You’d say anything to get out of our arrangement.”
“Fuck you, Tony! I’m telling the truth!”
“Tony,” Natasha began softly. “She’s your sister.”
Tony turned to her. “She’d say anything to get out of this but Seth is a good man! He’ll take care of her!”
“You can’t control everything, Tony,” Natasha argued but he waved her off, turning to face me again.
“You’re coming back with us.”
“Like hell I am!”
Loki’s grip on my waist tightened.
“He’s an Asgardian, Y/n! You’re seriously going to stay with him?”
“At least he didn’t abandon me in the woods!” I shouted. “It took you two days, Tony! Two fucking days to realize I was gone!” I could feel Loki watching me carefully as I fought back my tears. His eyes softened and he wrapped both arms around my waist, placing a hand on the back of my head. He lowered his lips to my ear. “It’s alright, little dove.” He gently rubs the back of my head. “What can I do?”
“I want to leave, Loki.”
“I understand, love… I understand.”
But he didn’t understand. I could feel him loosening his grip, pulling back to look into my eyes, gently moving my hair away from my face.
There was the sound of shuffling feet before Syf moved in front of us. “Sit your ass down,” she hissed.
“Tell your boss to get his fucking hands off my sister!”
Syf said nothing. She simply glared at Tony.
“You wish to leave?” Loki murmured, just barely loud enough to hear.
I nodded, cupping his face. His eyes were wet but I wasn’t sure why.
He nodded. “If that is what you wish.”
He didn’t understand.
“She’ll never love you!” Tony spat as Steve entered the room again, returning his phone to his pocket. “No one could ever love you!”
“Banner’s bringing Seth to the compound. Said he’s asking to see Y/n.”
“There, see?” Tony said. “He’s been inconsolable since you left.”
“I. Didn’t. Leave,” I hissed, turning to face him again.
“Enough of this.” He turned to Steve and Natasha. “Now!”
They seemed hesitant but eventually began moving toward us. Steve began fighting Syf as Nat approached us.
“Don’t make this any harder, Y/n. Just come with us.”
“It’s alright, little dove,” Loki said softly, removing his hand from my back.
“I won’t force you to stay.”
He didn’t understand.
Natasha grabbed my hand as I turned to face him, my eyes wide.
“You promised!” I shouted.
Something seemed to snap in the moment and sadness in his eyes was replaced by fury. He grabbed Natasha’s wrist, removing her hold from me and sending her flying backward as Tony approached. Loki pulled a gun, aiming it at Tony.
“That’s far enough,” he hissed. “Call off your soldier and I’ll call off mine.”
Tony turned to Steve who was on his back, trying to push Syf’s sword away from his throat.
“Alright, that’s enough.”
“Syf, you too.”
They released each other and Syf walked over to us, turning to me. “You alright?”
I nodded.
“We’re her family,” Tony growled. “She belongs with us.”
Loki slowly backed away with me, passing his gun to Syf, who kept it aimed at Tony. When we were out of earshot Loki pulled me against his chest.
“I thought you wanted to leave, little one.”
“I want to go home.”
“Then why fight?” he asked as his thumb brushed my cheek. “Why not just go with them. I would’ve let you go.”
“You don’t understand,” I replied. “That’s not my home anymore.”
“When you said you wanted to leave…”
“I meant I wanted you to get me out of here, Loki… I wanted you to take me home.”
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&. 𝐬𝐩𝐲 𝐱 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( dialogue prompts taken the first 3 volumes of the spy x family manga by tatsuya endo. feel free to change how you seem fit. )
❛ a spy who loses his cool is a spy who’s about to lose his life. ❜
❛ a father is just another role to play. and i will play it to perfection. ❜
❛ you’ll be my child from now on. but as far as everyone else is concerned, you have always been my child. ❜
❛ it’s not an adventure, it’s just shopping. ❜
❛ i want a silenced pistol! ❜
❛ if we see one on sale. ❜
❛ holding hands will impair my ability to react to an enemy attack, but i suppose there’s no way around it... ❜
❛ ooh, a bakery! i love bacon! ❜
❛ just don’t get attached, all right? never ends well. ❜
❛ i thought living with a spy would be cooler. i wanna disarm bombs and stuff. ❜
❛ making a world where kids don’t need to cry... that was the whole reason i became a spy in the first place. ❜
❛ if you want to have any semblance of a normal life, you leave me the hell alone. ❜
❛ i want to go home! with you, papa! ❜
❛ and now i’m falling asleep in front of other people? i have to pull myself together! ❜
❛ there’s no way around it then. i’ll go find a wife. ❜
❛ may i have the honor of taking your life? ❜
❛ you’ve been staring at me since i walked in. can i help you with something? ❜
❛ your pretend boyfriend? ❜
❛ so this must be what ‘ordinary’ looks like. ❜
❛ to endure such a harsh job for the sake of another, for the sake of something greater than oneself... that isn’t something that just anyone would do. ❜
❛ i know this isn’t the best time to ask, but... will you marry me? ❜
❛ instead of parting ways, what would you say to remaining together as an actual married couple for both our sakes? ❜
❛ this is the only man i may ever meet who could possibly accept me as i am. ❜
❛ for better or worse, for richer of poorer, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, i pledge myself to you. ❜
❛ the people look like trash from up here. ❜
❛ papa and mama are gonna kiss! ❜
❛ this sensation... i know it well. there’s no mistaking it. someone’s watching us! ❜
❛ everything will be okay. don’t be scared. ❜
❛ for the first time in over a decade as a spy... i’m actually nervous! ❜
❛ a spy never relies upon anyone but himself. and a spy never plans for any outcome but the worst. that said, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to feel just a tiny bit— ❜
❛ i know that this family is just for appearances, but i still feel like i want to be a better mother to that girl. ❜
❛ i love my strong, cool mama! ❜
❛ yeah, that anxiety’s not going anywhere. ❜
❛ so she’s the first to fall for my charms. she’s got taste, i’ll give her that. ❜
❛ i just held out my hand, and... he walked into it. ❜
❛ you and i should be best friends. after all, i’m the only one who knows how great you are! ❜
❛ why do i always get so tongue-tied when she looks at me? why does my heart start beating so loud? ❜
❛ i’m sorry for hitting you yesterday! i really just want to be your friend! ❜
❛ you are the mother in the family now, and i rely on you to be everything that i’m not. ❜
❛ i wonder how i’d feel if i had a real family? ❜
❛ everyone has a secret self they don’t show to other people. not to friends, not to lovers, not even to family. ❜
❛ i forgot that i had forgotten to tell you i got married! ❜
❛ close your eyes, darling. i’m coming in. ❜
❛ i’m just relieved he didn’t figure out our marriage is a sham. ❜
❛ when was the last time i was envious of other people? ❜
❛ g’morbingh. ❜
❛ if you value your life, never trust anyone. that’s just how people like you and me gotta live. ❜
❛ i’m really glad i married you. ❜
❛ we never did anything to celebrate our fake one-year anniversary. we should buy a cake or something. ❜
❛ you... protected me? are you... nice? ❜
❛ i can use my power... to help people? ❜
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You Won't Remember Me - Part 2
CW: Angst!!
For as long as she could remember Sarada had no memory of her mother, her Papa always talked about her with great pride and love.
She loved hearing stories about her, about them. Even when she found out that Mama was a human, Sarada asked and questioned Sasuke on how that was possible because everyone knew that humans and vampires were enemies. Her Papa chuckled and explained that he couldn’t help but fall for her, it probably also explained about Sarada herself.
Unlike her father, Sarada wasn’t satisfied after drinking blood. She needed solid food so she would eat like a human. She favoured a lot of her Mama’s food according to Papa. And it hurt knowing she could never meet her.
It was unfair, why did everyone else get to have one but her?
Papa blamed himself since humans and vampires were never meant for one another so this was his punishment but Sarada didn’t get it.
She couldn’t help but feel slightly envious as she would watch Boruto cry to his mother when he got hurt and how she would comfort him. Telling him he was such a brave boy and pampering him with kisses, even if he would pout saying he was ‘no baby’ and that she was embarrassing him. Or watching other human children being out with their Mama in the park, asking for ice cream, carrying them when they would get sleepy and watching as they would be picked up one by one to go home.
Sarada’s small hand would grip onto his trousers, and he could sense she was upset. He picked up his daughter, allowing her to bury her head into his neck, letting out silent tears until she got tired and fell asleep.
Even though her Papa had warned her to stay away from Mama, Sarada disobeyed and crept out during the day to look for her. Since she had been spying on her for a while, she had an idea of where to search first.
Her mother worked in a big lab (hospital) and would often head back home at funny times. Well for a human that is, it’s no wonder how Papa met her if she always left at night.
She waited and was surprised to see her leave the place early, along with a darker blonde woman next to her. “Mama!” Sarada sprang out grinning happily.
“Oh, you again? Where’s your father?” Sakura picked up the little girl who was more than happy to be held by her mother. “You know her dear?” The other woman gave a weary look, which she didn’t quite get. It was normal for a mother to hold her daughter and this was the first time Sarada had been held by her.
“I bumped into her a few weeks ago, she keeps calling me ‘Mama.’ I guess we look alike.” Again, with such strange words, Sarada didn’t understand. Why couldn’t she recognise her own daughter? She had tried to ask Sasuke, but he wouldn’t say anything.
“Do you know where your Papa is?” Sakura asks smiling at the little girl.
“Papa said I wasn’t allowed to see you.”
There was an awkward silence with neither knowing how to respond until Sakura gave an awkward laugh.
“Oh, is that so. I’m sure he’s only concerned about your safety.” Now the only difficulty would be how and where to find him. Surely, he couldn’t be too far, she was too young to be walking about by herself like this.
“I’ll take her.” The other woman responded.
“Eh?”
“I’ll take her home, he’s probably worried sick about her. And I can see the look on your face, you need to go home and rest.”
“But-”
“Besides, you shouldn’t be doing anything in your condition.” At that Sakura closed her mouth, it was true she couldn’t do anything too strenuous or stress herself out. Still, something about her seemed familiar.
Like a parental instinct, or maybe she was just worried for her.
“I want to stay with Mama.” Sarada’s small hand gripped her shirt, again why did everyone want to separate them. All she wanted was to have her own Mama.
“Ah, I’m sorry dear but she needs to rest. She’s very sick you see.”
“Mama’s sick?” Sarada turned her head to Sakura studying the woman. Was this why she didn’t remember her?
“Yes, don’t worry. She just needs some rest and besides I’m sure your father must be worried.”
“Okay…” If it can’t be helped then she’ll go back home with Papa. Sakura almost felt guilty having to let her go but knew it was best to let her mother take care of her. The little girl seemed upset and concerned but Sakura patted her head smiling reassuringly.
“Thank you Ma and I’m sorry, but she’ll take good care of you.” As Sakura walked away Mebuki let out a soft smile.
“You really are like your own Mama, aren’t you?”
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Mebuki waited by the park at night, she had managed to track down Sasuke which wasn’t as difficult seeing as he was out looking for her but had requested to meet up privately so they could have a talk.
The street light flickered and Sasuke was beside her in a flash.
“Thank you for taking care of Sarada for me.”
“You don’t need to thank me, dear. She’s my granddaughter. Of course, I would take care of her.”
“How is she anyway?” Sasuke sighed, figuring he should be honest.
“Upset, confused. She got really excited knowing Sakura is alive but…she doesn’t understand why she can’t be with her.”
“I’m sure she is,” Mebuki felt horrible about taking her away from Sakura. Parents and children weren’t meant to be apart, but they didn’t have a choice. If they could both she and Kizashi would gladly help look after Sarada however that would have only made things more complicated.
“Have you met anyone?” The random question took him off guard.
“Anyone new I mean, a new lover?
“You know it’s not as simple as that.” Vampires don’t simply find someone else the way humans do. After meeting someone, that’s it. They were their one and only. Their soulmate, their other half.
There was no one else.
“Right, I’m sorry.”
“Sasuke… there’s something you should know. About Sakura.”
“What is it? Is she okay?” Always worried about her, even though they weren’t in each other’s life the two could tell Sasuke would still keep tabs on them. And that’s what made sharing the news even more difficult.
“She’s fine, more than fine but… she’s pregnant.” The words slowly sank in, and Sasuke felt himself heartbroken all over again.
“I see...”
“I’m sorry, we wanted to tell you sooner. But it’s not like you make it easy for us to find you and well with Sarada acting the way she does, I think it’ll break her heart witnessing Sakura be a mother to someone else.” She was too young to fully grasp what was going on, to find out the truth.
And this was only going to make things more difficult.
“That’s why I asked you about if you had anyone else, I mean it’s been so long now and well Sakura doesn’t even remember you. It’s just… you deserve to find happiness too. For you and Sarada.”
“No, I knew what I was getting myself into. I won’t find someone just because Sakura has. I can’t do that.”
“I understand please don’t shut that idea down. I know Sakura would want you to be happy too, to find someone else that could make you happy as she did.” He let out an uncharacteristic snort.
“That’s impossible… but if it makes you feel better. If I do find someone else… I’ll give it a shot.” Not that it’ll be easy. “And besides, I still…” The words were lumped in the back of his throat.
“You still love her?”
“Ah.” It wasn’t like they chose to break up, they didn’t have a choice. They were looking forward to being a family however Sasuke had to make a choice. Losing Sakura or her memories, memories of them, of Sarada.
As his family had warned him, the two were never meant to be and yet Sarada was here.
“Thank you for telling me, I appreciate it.” He bowed and was about to leave. Even if there was someone else, if she was happy then that’s all that mattered.
However, he couldn’t just let her go.
“Sasuke, I really am sorry.” He probably didn’t hear those words or maybe he did. She could only imagine what was to come now with Sarada.
#sasusaku#sasuke uchiha x sakura haruno#sasusaku drabble#keith's drabbles#my fanfiction#you won't remember me#YWRM AU
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So completely unrelated to the 1920s AU I felt like discussing a plot bunny I have for Aeon since I honestly don't have many mutual who even know RE let alone the video game canon lol.
One of my favorite movies of all time is The Long Kiss Goodnight and I think Ada fits perfectly as Samantha/Charlie. It's about a woman who woke up in a hospital pregnant with no memory of her life before. Her life before was as a spy for the CIA so her identity as far as she knows for 8 years is that of one of her covers as a suburban mom. Until one of her old enemies attacks her and she hires a private investigator to find out who she was. Honestly I think Luis would be perfect for that and it would be a fun Ada and Luis adventure, but here's where the Aeon comes in.
So sprinkle in a little Sarah from Orphan Black, Ada doesn't work for the CIA she works for herself as a mercenary and fell for one of her marks, Leon because he was so genuine and he's the father of her baby. In the movie Charlie struggles with her desire for wanting the suburban mom life but also not loosing herself as the badass spy and ultimately finds the balance and realizes she can be both versions of herself which i think is the reason why she had amnesia. Much like people with DID the mind creates another person to cope. Anyway I feel like that resonates with Ada so much in that she wants both but can't see how that's possible.
Anyway, sorry for the long message I just really needed to tell someone this idea brewing in my head and know of no one else who would care.
THAT'S OKAY I LOVE TALKING TO PEOPLE HEEHHEHE
i've never watched! i'll have to add it to my list!
i love mixing various character traits with others in re because i think we all kinda objectively agree that the characterization for re has been okay at best, and extremely poor at the worst lol. we got SOME that are nice and interesting, but so much of it is sidelined imo
we got a lot of leon's characterization but i would kILL for more ada
i just think ada's such an interesting character. she's flawed, but in the way that's realistic (for her circumstances) and redeemable imo. i just don't think characters (even like leon) seem real. most of the re characters feel like caricatures of people and archetypes that are written in to fill the roles required for a story.
i'd argue that jill should have really been explored more in death island and leon shouldn't have even been there. he was only there because his face on his face. like LEGIT why did he have to be there. because they wanted a big marvel meet up showdown lol
i wanna know more about ada! her motivations her desires. she really feels like she has the most potential to be more fleshed out and explored than most. and i just love the idea of her struggle with her own self image and self reflection because of the life she's lived.
i think it's clear that she probably has some sort of ptsd (similar to leon, and the others tbh although i argue leon shows it the most)(and this is one of my biggest complaints that the other characters (usually the morally good ones) aren't shown to have any sort of reaction of the horrors they see. (it makes them feel less human and just like cardboard cutouts of people)
anyways yeah i rambled sjbfsjsdfs
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WIP thingy - I was gonna ask about Dude Who's a Spy and then I read on and I NEED to know about "dude who's a spy WITH POKEMON" because lolol. Please indulge me, i beg of you.
Okay I'm awake now! <3
I think(?) this was shortly after I got my first diagnosis + its accompanying medication, because I have the distinct memory of sitting down on the couch, writing, and then nothing else until it was dark and I had 6,000 words on an untitled document. And by "realizing" I mean my mother walked through the door and went "why are all the lights off-- did you not move while I was gone?"
No. No I did not. And then I did the exact same thing the next day, finishing my first short story about a guy who realizes he's compromised in enemy territory only after abandoning his wife and kid and the life he actually wanted.
And then. After finishing this sad story, which genuinely only ended on a sad note because I the author also couldn't see a way out of it, my brain was like what if....it wasn't so sad and it was also more fun.
Well, how could I do that?
...Add pokémon?
So I started rewriting the entire story with pokémon added to the plot, which, c'mon, everyone having their own emotional support animal added to a plot really lowers the sadness density! So dude who's a spy is complete but dude who's a spy WITH POKEMON is a WIP, but reliant on the first work.
Some snippets:
*(spy)
Andrew Lawrence Lee was an illustrator, husband, and father of one. He spent the majority of his days working on well-enough paid projects with the publishing house he had been hired for, working on oils and watercolors that would wind up on the pages of glossy-print children’s books— books his daughter read every night before bed and took with her to kindergarten to explain what her father did for work. His wife was employed by homeland security and could often be home late, but she was just as happy to finish her day in work shoes and on the edge of Cammie’s bed, flipping through glossy pages as Andrew pointed out the details of his work. Kanon Lee was witty and clever, and if their daughter was half as wise as her mother was, Andrew would be blessed beyond measure.
So, of course, he thought to himself, brushes dipping into pristine cups of tap-poured water, it would be nice if Andrew existed. Still, he liked being Andrew, and anyone paid fat stacks in overseas bank accounts had very few reasons to complain, and, furthermore, Andrew’s wife was an absolute delight. He wanted for nothing. If he had been left to his own devices, he probably would have done his best to pursue her romantically. The fact that he had been paid and encouraged to marry this particular member of national security was just a bonus. Literally. The amount of money he was wired after the wedding would buy a small island.
And a man named Andrew Lawrence Lee spent his time painting—a genuine hobby he had never been able to enjoy as frequently in his home country— spending time with his daughter, who he adored completely, and spent time with his wife, who really did work too hard. Spending time with her was more than just work-oriented. Sure, teasing her for covert tips and hints as to the state of national security was his true intention even when he wrapped her in his arms and pulled her shirt-to-shirt close, but date nights were cute, and when she blushed he felt like he had everything a sleeper agent could want in his whole life.
She had recently switched from mint chapstick to cherry. It was an excuse to kiss her more.
*(With Pokémon)
And it’s Kanon in a college tee and khaki shorts who unloads the boxes from the moving truck, and it’s he who’s coated from head-to-toe in paint splotches as he covers each room with an elegant red he’d fancied at the hardware store. The exception is the empty center room. He can’t resist. He paints it with layers of gold and gold and gold paint. He staples down the softest rug he can find at the discount center, and even, in his softest sentimentality, buys a pet bed for the Pokémon she’s sure to have, if she is anything like her parents. He doesn’t give up his remodeling venture until the Kecleon approves. And by approves, he means that he puts the Kecleon down on the floor and watches to see if it crawls all over the furniture with its tentative, grasping hands.
It does.
It also tries to eat a spot on the wall that he assumes it thinks is a fly? Its tongue pops off the paint with no expression he can discern, but it army-crawls its way back into his arms with what he assumes is disappointment.
He also waits to ensure that the Houndoom feels comfortable patrolling the house before suggesting his idea to Kanon.
She doesn’t approve. His wise and clever Kanon does not disapprove, either. She sits and thinks. He sits beside her and holds her hand while a finger taps on her chin, and she ponders, and she checks her phone for both their finances and her off-hours.
“…It seems reasonably possible,” Kanon decides, a week later, over her breakfast of granola and plain yogurt. He can’t help the kiss he leans over the table for.
And they have Cammie.
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Camille Hotaru Lee is the smallest, most fragile thing he has ever seen.
He can admit it to himself, if to no one else. He doesn’t have Cammie for a cover. She is a special piece of himself that he wants, desperately, and he is selfish enough to go after this desire that has no other outlet. For him and Kanon to have a family. To have some permanence on her life that cannot be stripped away with the removal of his cover.
His handler, he’s sure, is suspicious of such compromise of his agent, but says nothing of it to his face. The man sends him endless offers to illustrate for children’s books instead. He paints with Camille on his lap. The Kecleon plays with her little grasping hands while he mixes the right shades of green for a moonlit hillside. Cammie burbles and giggles every time the Kecleon picks a new shade to mimic, until it realizes the color-changing makes her laugh. It begins to swap a thousand colors at once just to make Cammie shriek with laughter.
Kanon comes home in the evening to a house full of baby laughter and the faint smell of turpentine, and she sits beside the man who she has no reason to doubt is her husband, and they put serial dramas on the television while she pumps milk for the next day. The Houndoom snores ash at their feet. Camille sleeps to the sound of television sirens and the whirr of the pumping machine, and Kanon and he swap theories on the end of the episode, solving artificial crimes in a box.
Cammie learns how to walk during her persistent attempts to pull his easel down with her. It’s her climbing phase. He tries all types of child-proof locks on the house until another church member just buys him a pack of extra-thick rubber bands. It gets Cammie to stop opening cabinets. It also gets the Kecleon to stop opening cabinets for her in a show of solidarity.
The Kecleon sulks by slowly chewing on his t-shirts. He isn’t sure why. It goes limp as soon as he picks it up, and it’s not as if the thing has any teeth. It’s just…gumming up his laundry.
It is a peaceful, almost surreally so, childhood for Camille. He had grown up in a town house. His father had quartered his small family during the months he was in active service. He doesn’t have many memories but the smell of his mother cooking, the beige pavement crawling down the rue, and the overwhelming fear of his father coming home linger still in the back of his mind.
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hogwarts express | DRACO MALFOY (smut)
Draco Malfoy x Reader (past harry x reader)
SUMMARY: Draco fucks Y/N to prove a point to Harry who he knows is hiding in the storage compartment above, watching the whole thing.
REQUESTED: first of all, i absolutely love your writing!!! ok so you know how on the train in sixth year harry was spying on draco in the compartment? what if draco and y/n have sex in front of him while he’s still under the cloak and draco is like “put on a show.” 👀 i’ve been thinking about this nonstop for days @sapphicnoodle69
WARNINGS: dirty talk, public sex, choking, oral (both receiving), slut shaming, probably more idk
MASTERLIST
“Hogwarts,” Draco scoffs, a sneering look on his face as he fiddles absentmindedly with his fingers on the table in front of you, “what a pathetic excuse for a school. I think I’d pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower if I thought I had to continue for another two years.”
You frown from where you’re leaning your head on his shoulder, your senses consumed by Draco. All you can smell is his expensive cologne and the peppermint of his shampoo, the smooth material of his suit’s blazer brushing your cheek as you stare across at Pansy and Blaise. They look equally as confused as you do. Draco hadn’t been the same since his father had been sent to Azkaban, all thanks to Harry Potter, Draco had said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Pansy questions.
“Let’s just say, I don’t think you’ll see me wasting my time with Charms class next year,” Draco mutters bitterly.
Blaise snickers lightly and Draco’s eyes snap to him in an instant-- venomous and daring. It’s the kind of cold look that anybody would dread getting from a Malfoy.
“Amused, Blaise?” Draco sneers, “We’ll see just who’s laughing in the end.”
You miss the tiny metallic clanging noise from above your heads, and so do Blaise and Pansy from where they’d sending you questioning looks, as if you should know why your boyfriend’s suddenly acting like the four of you haven’t spent the past six years exchanging all your secrets and hanging out at any free moment you may have.
Draco knows who’s there. Your ex-boyfriend. His enemy. Harry Potter. He pisses Draco off even more with the way he always stares at you. It gives Draco an idea.
Draco’s gaze flickers down from the storage racks above your heads and back down at you when you finally lift your head from his shoulder. You reach for his hands that are on the table and pull them underneath innocently. You give his hand a squeeze and keep your fingers intertwined on his lap, watching as his shoulders relaxed slightly beside you.
The rest of the train journey is less tense. Draco doesn’t suggest anything else as solemnly as he had been, and you all talk about your summers. Well, you, Blaise, and Pansy do-- everybody knows Draco definitely did not spend his summer eating the finest food in France like he usually did.
As you’re listening to Blaise talk about his mother’s latest fiancé, you feel Draco’s hand snake from your hand and drift to your leg. It’s bare beneath your school skirt, the British September weather not yet cold enough for a pair of tights. You know he’s glad that you decided to get changed early. You shiver at his icy fingertips on your thigh, pursing your lips together when he gives it a rather rough squeeze.
He glides his hand up and down, leaving goosebumps in his wake as he tries to remain as casual as possible, keeping a hard look on his face whilst he stares at Blaise. You’re also trying to appear neutral, cursing your boyfriend for having such a thing for getting off in public. One day you were going to get caught, and that was the day you would also be disowned by your family.
He keeps you in suspense for the last hour of the train journey. At that point, the dark green panties that you’re wearing are absolutely soaked, sticking to your pussy and even dampening the top of your thighs. His hand hadn’t left your leg once, trailing close to where you desired him the most, where your clit throbbed and pulsated, and then back down closer to your knee to give you a breather.
Draco Malfoy was a fucking tease and he would be the death of you-- that was for sure.
Finally, when the train pulled up at the station, everybody starting to climb off of the compartment, but Draco remained sat where he was, also blocking you in from your window seat. As Blaise and Pansy grab their bags and start to head off, they look back at you both in confusion, wondering why you’re not leaving.
“You two go on,” Draco mutters, running his hand across his jaw. “Y/N and I have something we need to discuss.”
Pansy gives you a sly smirk and a wink before she grabs Blaise’s arm and practically drags him out of the compartment. Your heart is pounding as you watch Draco slide out of his seat once your friends have left the two of you by yourselves, watching as he moves closer to the carriage door, sliding it shut. He pulls the blinds down next.
“This might be the last time we get the chance to do this,” Draco smirks as he glances back at you. “Stand.”
You do as he says, watching as he grabs his wand out of his pocket and swishes it, all of the other blinds coming down to conceal you from the outside. Your clit is pulsating so hard and you nearly groan out loud as he starts to march closer to you, rubbing your thighs together for some relief.
Draco’s hand snaps out to grab your neck, fingers gliding down your soft skin before he digs his fingers in slightly, shallowing your breathing. You whimper as his other thumb drags itself down your lip.
“I know you’ve been desperate for this,” Draco mutters, releasing your neck and undoing his tie, flinging it down onto the table beside you both. “And you’ve been a good girl for me. Parkinson and Zabini didn’t suspect a thing, did they?”
“No,” you breathe in agreement, “they didn’t.”
“I think my good little slut deserves a reward for being so patient,” Draco mutters, tilting your head with his hand on your jaw, leaning down to press wet kisses to your neck, sucking hard below your ear and leaving a hickey behind as you grip his arms, eyes rolling into the back of your head.
“Draco...” You pull away from him slightly, finding his silver eyes darker than usual as he stares down at you. “Right here? What if someone comes looking-”
“Colloportus,” he mutters, locking the doors with his wand. “There. We’ll hear if someone tries coming in.”
“And if somebody hears us?”
“Muffliato.”
That’s enough for you. Especially when Draco’s looking as handsome as he does and when he has that grip on your waist. You know you’re in for a good quickie when he grabs you and whirls you around, forcing you down so that you’re bent over the table that they had just been sat at.
His hand drifts between your legs where your school skirt has ridden up, exposing your soaked panties. He tuts as he kicks your legs apart with his foot, gliding his lanky fingers up your leg and towards your ass where he lands a harsh smack. You whimper, your hand clasping over your mouth.
Draco reaches down and dives his hand between your legs, cupping your sex. He pushes your panties to the side and immediately comes into contact with your slick arousal. It coats his fingers and makes him smirk as he glides it between your folds and towards your clit where he rubs circles. When he notices how you’re muffling your moans with your hand, he lands a sharp slap to your clit that makes you jerk unexpectedly against him.
“If I see you trying to keep quiet one more time then I won’t touch you,” Draco swore, returning to rubbing your clit when you peeled your hand away from your lips. “Good girl. I want to hear those pretty sounds you make.”
You moan at a mixture of his words and the sensation rippling through your body, your arms stretching out in front of you and trying to grab hold of anything, but there was nothing for you to hold so you simply clawed at the table as Draco drops down onto his knees.
He whirls you around so that you’re facing him, his face level with your pussy as he yanks your skirt up. He glides your panties down your legs and then thrusts one finger inside your hole, making your breath hitch. You throw your head back, you hands clinging to his bleach blond hair. As another finger slides in, both pumping in and out at a dangerously slow pace, Draco leans his head dow and starts to lick at your clit, looking up at you whilst he did it.
You moan, bucking your hips. “Draco, please. Please, please. Fuck. Fuck!”
That’s right, Potter. He thinks. This is the closest you’ll ever get to seeing her like this. And it’s all because of me.
Draco hums against you and wraps his mouth around your entire clit, sucking hard and licking at the same time. It throbs and feels like it’s going to explode, porn-worthy whimpers leaving you as you throw your legs up onto his shoulders, sitting further along the table as he laps up your juices eagerly.
A third finger slides in and you groan at the stretching sensation as he fucks his fingers into you harder. Your hands move up to palm at your breasts, until Draco grabs your wrist. You huff at the loss of contact. He stands, licking his lip as he pulls his fingers out of you and holds them towards your lips.
“Suck,” Draco demands and knowing Potter is watching, envying him and wishing that he was the one that had you at his will, makes him smirk harder.
You respond eagerly, leaning forwards and taking his fingers into your mouth. You look up at him, eyes all wide and innocent that have Draco even harder in his trousers. He swears to Merlin that you’ll be the death of him as your tongue swirls around his digits, licking yourself off of him and cleaning him up.
“Good fucking slut,” he grows. “Now on your knees. Where you belong.”
You respond quickly, dropping down like he had commanded you to. Without hesitation, you reach for the button and zipper of his trousers, undoing them both. You reach into his underwear and pull his cock out, wetting your lips at the sight. He’s as hard as ever, precum oozing out of the top as he grabs the base of it, smacking your lips with it.
You half open your mouth, making a moaning sound as he smears it across your lips, leaving his precum behind. Your tongue darts out and you lick it up as he smacks your cheek with it. Your mouth opens wider, sticking your tongue out. Draco thrusts his hips slowly closer, his cock resting in your mouth as you take over, grabbing his shaft and jerking off anything that you couldn’t fit into your mouth.
You suck in your cheeks as you bob on his dick, pulling off all of the way to then lick at his tip. Draco’s hand grips your hair like it’s a lifeline, small curses leaving his lips as you take him all the way back in. His tip hits the back of your throat, making your eyes water, but you keep him there for a few second, hearing his breathing grow short at the feeling until you pull him off of you, his cock now covered in your saliva.
“Fuck, you’re so good,” Draco mutters, his fingers going beneath your chin and moving with you as you stand up. “And you’re all mine. Nobody else can have you.”
“Mhm,” you moan in agreement as he lays you across the table that you had been at before. “Don’t want anyone else.”
“Not even Potter?” He refers to the boy you’d dated briefly back in fourth year-- the same one that hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off of you since, even when you were wrapped under Draco’s arm two years later.
“No, you,” you agree, “Just you. Only you, Draco.”
Draco places runs his tip up and down your folds before he presses it at your entrance, slowly gliding in. You both groan at the sensation. You’d throw your head back if you weren’t already being fucked on the hard surface of the table. Your hands grip the sides beside you, but it doesn’t stop your body jerking as Draco fucks into you hard.
He’s being rough, clearly trying to prove a point as he watches your body wither beneath him from where he stands at the end of the table. He pushes your skirt back up when it falls down a little, and this time his thumb moves to your clit. Draco smirks when your back arches and you cry out.
“Draco!” You nearly sob as he slams into you, your soaking heat making sounds that echo across the compartment. “Draco, Draco. Fuck me just like that.”
Draco groans at your words, rubbing your clit harder and slamming in and out of you like it’s his mission. Your walls clench around his cock and have him tilting his head back, a breathy moan leaving his lips as he doesn’t stop his assault on your nub. Everything feels so good-- you can already feel your orgasm coming, thanks to the foreplay earlier as well.
“You’re so good for me,” Draco growls, glancing down and spitting on your pussy, even though you were already soaked. He rubs it in as he watches his cock drive in and out of your shaking form. “Such a good, pretty, little slut. But just for me.”
“Just--” You squeeze your eyes shut when Draco hits a certain spot inside you, making you scream out. “Just for you, Draco.”
“Do you hear that Potter?” Draco booms with a laugh, but you don’t process what he’s said at first. “Do you see her? The way she comes undone for me. How she would let me do anything for her?”
You realise what he’s saying after a few seconds and several more powerful thrusts. Your eyes widen, realising that Harry must be snooping around in the compartment-- that was why Draco had been so tense after the small blackout.
“Draco--”
Draco leans down and hisses against your ear, “Let’s put on a little show for him, shall we, princess?”
You cum. You scream out and throw your head back, the thought of Harry watching Draco fuck the life out of you guiltily filling you with adrenaline and power and even arousal. You claw at Draco’s blazer-covered back as you call out his name, walls clenching around his cock over and over.
Finally, seconds later, you feel his hips stutter and one last powerful thrust before his cum begins to fill you, hot and fast. Your eyes flutter at the sensation, breathy whimpers leaving your lips as he pulls out of you and yanks your skirt back down whilst you sit up.
“Petrificus Totalus!” He grabs his wand and shoots the spell at the storage shelves above you.
You gasp when you hear a thump. You bend down on your knees and pull up the invisibility cloak that Harry had, revealing the boy himself-- paralysed, of course. Draco grabs you and pulls you back, a smirk on his face.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you it was rude to eavesdrop, Potter?” Draco spits, grabbing his bag with the hand that isn’t holding you wrist. “Oh, that’s right, she was dead before you could wipe the drool off your chin.”
Harry’s seemingly-lifeless eyes just stare back up at the two of you and you gasp when Draco drives his foot down onto Harry’s face, an audible cracking noise filling the compartment. Blood immediately dribbles down his face as Draco releases you to grab the cloak back off the ground.
“That’s for my father. And stop fucking staring at my girlfriend. I think it might be obvious to you who she prefers now.” He throws the cloak back over Harry, making him invisible again. “Enjoy your ride back to London.”
Draco grabs your hand again and his briefcase and leads you away again, fully satisfied that Potter had learnt his lesson.
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Herbology help. — draco malfoy
ೃ⁀➷ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠[𝐬] : enemies to lovers trope, kissing.
ೃ⁀➷ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 : herbologist!draco and reader, voldussy never came back, college au + muggle plants added :3
ೃ⁀➷ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : draco malfoy x fem!reader
ೃ⁀➷ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : cry. I don't know anything abt plants so pls correct me if I'm wrong. + edit : the bitch misread the fic bcs I was writing offline now here's a complete different fic ☹️
[ 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 • 𝐧𝐚𝐯 • 𝐭.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]
“package delivery for, Ms (yln)?” the delivery man asked, a girl who looked about 20 years old ran to the man. “hi! Yes that's me!” she took the box carefully and payed the delivery man.
She excitedly dashed to her area outside the garden and carefully unboxed the box. When she opened the box she was in amazement , right now she was holding one of the most rarest, and hard to grow flowers. The Rothschild's Slipper Orchid. It takes 15 years for it to bloom, and not to mention a very expensive flower it was.
“This is the last thing I need to complete my search!” she squealed as she placed the plant onto the pot, and grabbing a piece of parchment and a quill to write things down.
“Paphiopedilum rothschildianum (also called 'Rothschild's slipper orchid', after its discoverer) is found in the rainforests around Mount Kinabalu in northern Borneo, at elevations from 500 to 1200 meters above the sea. It commonly grows as a terrestrial in ultramafic soil but is also found growing as a lithophyte in leaf-litter on ultramafic cliffs, usually near a river.
The flower has a green and red spotted petal, which attracts any parasitic flies that think it is a crowd of the aphids they lay eggs on. As they try to do so, the flies brush against the stigma, releasing any previously collected pollen, and then getting some more from the anther.” she said, while writing down the words onto the parchment.
“this... Is perfect!” she hugged the paper and the pot, looking like a happy idiot. she was so happy, this would definitely let her go to a big herbology lab one day, but a russle was ruined her happy bubble, she quickly turned around and protected the piece of parchment and plant she wrote. Just to see draco malfoy come out of the bush.
“Malfoy?! What are you doing, why are you spying at me?!” she hissed at the blonde, (yn) never liked him during hogwarts when she graduated hogwarts she was so happy that she would get out of malfoy ʼs grip. But alast, he signed up for the same collage as hers.
“oh (yln),i wasn't spying I-I was just studying this leaf! I-it's shape is soo.... natural.” he lied, he hoped that she bought his stupid lie. She could see him sweating.
“nice lie malfoy..” She smirked as she crossed her arms, “fine.. I wanna talk to you about something.” he confessed, she nodded at him to go on. “so, yknow kinda need some help Azalea, I can't find it anywhere.. could you help me research it?” draco asked, “hm.. what do I get in return?” she replied.
“Since my father funds this collage, maybe get you a good grade?” he shrugged. “Fine deal.”
Weeks pass by, draco and (yn) relationship gets closer and closer. Their feelings for eachother grew stronger each second they spent time together. “thanks (yn) for teaching me these muggle plants, your such a life saver.” draco thanked (yn) for the thousandth time. “and thank YOU for helping me get a good grade.” she smiled, and leaned in. Draco couldn't help but lean closer and admire her lips.
Draco, kiss her lips they look lonely.
He just couldn't stop himself and kissed (yn)ʼs lips, he quickly pulled himself away. “i-I'm sorry I shouldn't have done tha—” (yn) just stared at him, rambling and saying sorry.
“draco, shut up. Kiss me.”
As the two couple made out, both not wanting to pull away from one another. But they were gasping in need of air. “fuck-that was.”
“yeah...”
Draco stared at her in awe and (yn) stared back. “would you like to go on a date with me?” he said to stop the silence.
“I'd love too..”
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The End
I blame @youhavemysaber for this 😂 | f reader
Warnings: impending death and explosion
All it takes is pressure.
He’s taken more shots than he could count and never second guessed himself until now.
He had to kill you. You betrayed him, you helped the enemy. But he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t kill you. His finger was frozen, a turbulent mix of emotions take over him.
Krennic was always in control. But you were the ultimate test, you’ve always been and he should have known. He broke his own rule and took you as his lover.
He never divulged secrets but it feels like he did, especially the nights when you laid silently in bed, and the rare occasions when he’d kiss your forehead and caress your fingers. You’ve seen a side of him no one has.
All this time you were working him. You were a fucking spy.
“Do it!” You step closer, eyes locked on his.
Krennic could never make sense of how he felt about you. He desired people physically, hated others, used others until they were no longer useful. But you? You confused him.
Injured and knowing you wouldn’t escape this planet in time, you knew your options were limited. But you completed your mission. You stood with the rebel alliance and would die with them.
You watch the tension in his face as his blue eyes fixed on yours. Clearing your throat, you shift your weight, trying to ignore the pain in your leg,
“We’re all going to die in minutes Orson. Either shoot me, or let me die on my own terms.”
Krennic cursed and lowers the gun, cautiously.
It was over. It was really over. Everything he worked for, gone.
You take a breath and soften your gaze, “this is the end, Orson. I couldn’t let you do it. Maybe, in another life you’ll understand why. But you were never going to in this one.”
It’s almost time. You can feel it. It’s like everything is vibrating with a death rattle.
You look down, “I want to die down there. Not up here. Let me go, or shoot me.”
Weaponless, you present your hands. In the fight moments before he knocked your blaster out of your hands. You look again at the ladder, climbing down would hurt like a bitch. But at least you could sit and let death come.
When you look at him again the gun is still lowered. He doesn’t say a word. You exchange one more glance and limp over to the ladder.
With difficulty you make it down to the ground and sit with a pained moan. You stare out at the sky.
Your father always said let your death mean something. And though you wanted to live and you were afraid, this meant something. This was important.
You sniffle and wipe the tears from your eyes. In less than a minute, the Death Star would blow.
Hearing steps behind you, you look over your shoulder and see his boots, and the cape in the wind behind him.
Doing a double take, your breath hitches in your throat. His expression is somber, and for the first time ever you see defeat in his eyes.
Krennic sits next to you and stares straight ahead, his jaw is clenched.
As you blink more tears escape your eyes, “25 seconds.”
You hear a sound you know well, he’s removing his gloves. A second later he reaches for you, taking one of your hands in his.
You turn your head, your eyes meet. He still doesn’t speak.
Your last view is the sky and his blue eyes.
His last view is the face of the woman who took everything from him. Still, he chooses to die with you, hand in hand.
Krennic always loved your hands.
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𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂! 𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛: 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚
Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging or promoting mafia behavior or lifestyle. This is simply a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.
❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰
"Ok ok stop fussing now. I'll get you out now."
Hongjoong walked over to the portable crib and picked up his son who was currently whining and kicking his legs around, hating being cooped up inside the contraption for too long. Hongjoong picked him up and looked at him.
"You know, not even the people we lock up in solitary confinement complain as much as you."
The baby reached his tiny hands out, gently patting at his father's nose and cheeks, making Hongjoong chuckle.
"Then again none of them have ever been half as cute as you are. It's a crime to be this cute. I should punish you."
Hongjoong nuzzled his nose against his son's, causing the baby to let out a happy squeal. A tiny buzz let Hongjoong know Yunho was calling him.
"Hey Hongjoong. Your boss is on the line."
Hongjoong rolled his eyes at Yunho's teasing, always saying how you were the real boss. Putting the baby down so he could crawl as he liked, Hongjoong picked up the phone.
"Hey honey." He greeted you.
"How's the baby doing?" You asked.
Hongjoong got a deadpan expression.
"Well hello to you too Mrs. Kim, I'm fine too thanks for asking."
Hongjoong was so concentrated on your conversation he didn't realize the door was open and the baby inadvertently went out.
"He's fine don't worry. And he's no trouble at all, he's currently crawling around my office-"
Hongjoong abruptly stopped when he realized the baby was gone.
"Hongjoong....? What's going on?"
He could hear you getting ready to scold him if anything happened to your child. He stammered as he began looking around for him. A beep on the other line let you both know someone else joined your call.
"I think an enemy spy has infiltrated our base, but honestly, I don't have the heart to fight back." Yunho's voice was followed an incoherent babble, belonging to none other than your baby.
"Oh my God! Yunho is he with you?" You were relieved to find out the baby was ok.
"Yep, and although I'd usually send out a ransom note, I think I'm keeping him hostage for a while." He chuckled.
Hongjoong fumed as he walked out of his office.
"Heck you will! Give me back my son!"
❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪
Seonghwa peeked his head into the room, 7 pairs of eyes staring at him intently. Hongjoong sighed softly.
"You're late." He told him.
"Sorry. Got caught up with something." Seonghwa apologized.
"Whatever. Just get in. You haven't missed much of the meeting." His leader assured him.
Hongjoong was about to resume speaking, but he, like the rest of the members watched as Seonghwa opened the door and went to take his seat, a baby carrier on his left hand with his baby daughter inside.
"Night light!" San exclaimed the nickname they all had for Seonghwa's daughter.
"Night fury got stuck with babysitting duty?" Yeosang raised an eyebrow.
Seonghwa glared at him, about to say something but was stopped by Hongjoong.
"Guys! Meeting! Focus ok?"
Hongjoong began talking once again, detailing about a government cargo ship that was soon to land in the city, containing secret weapons.
"Now, if our information is correct, it'll get here in-"
A soft and subtle sneeze interrupted him, followed by a chorus of 'aaaws' and 'ooohs'.
"She's the deadliest weapon ever!" San clutched his heart.
"Yeah! Who can resist that level of cuteness?" Mingi agreed, crouching down to poke her tiny nose.
"I know! Isn't she adorable?" Seonghwa beamed with pride at his baby.
"Guys, remember? Timeline-" Hongjoong tried to get their attention again.
"Has she started talking yet?" Jongho asked.
"No not yet. But she's babbling a lot more, mostly songs in movies or cartoons though." Seonghwa explained.
"Ooooh! Can she do the banana song?! Night light! Watch uncle Woo."
Wooyoung began singing the minions song, not really getting a reaction out of the baby and further causing Hongjoong's annoyance to spike up.
"One more interruption and I'm shooting you all in your legs!"
They all stayed quiet, not wanting to further anger their leader. Hongjoong let out a sigh of relief.
"Now, as I was saying-"
"Ba ba ba, ba na na." The baby interrupted him as she tried to sing the song Wooyoung was previously singing.
They all stared in shock and adoration at her.
"Ok, that's actually fucking cute." Hongjoong admitted.
Seonghwa only giggled as he picked up his daughter and kissed her cheek.
❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸
Yunho tried shushing the whimpering baby underneath his desk.
"Buddy come on. You're going to get me in trouble. Now shush."
Having no alternative, he picked up his baby son, cradling him in his arms as he tried to keep him from making anymore noise. He cooed at him and even made funny faces, but the boy didn't seem to calm down.
"Why are you being like this?" Yunho pouted.
The baby nuzzled his face against his father's chest before opening his mouth against it. Yunho immediately pulled the baby a few inches off him.
"Ok I get it now. You're hungry. Please don't do that again. My body doesn't work like your mom's."
Setting the boy back in the carrier, Yunho reached inside the baby bag and got out the bottle and baby formula. He quickly mixed them together, careful not to spill any of it on his desk. He looked around and realized he had absolutely no idea how he was going to heat it up. When the baby began fussing again, he quickly stooped down, trying to quiet him down.
"Uhhh Yunho?"
Yunho hit his head as he quickly stood up, looking at Yeosang who was right in front of him with a folder. Yeosang noticed the baby bottle in his hand and snorted.
"Is that your new guilty pleasure?" He teased.
"I'm not in the mood Yeosang. In case you haven't noticed, I sneaked him in."
Yunho picked up his child and rocked him in his arms, trying to stop his crying.
"Hi junior." Yeosang waved.
Scanning the baby, Yunho and the bottle, Yeosang ended up deducing what was going on.
"Give me the bottle, I'll heat it up for you." Yeosang offered, taking the bottle away from him.
"You will? Thanks Yeo. I'd really appreciate it." Yunho thanked him.
"No problem..." Yeosang looked at the bottle, studying its structure and model.
"I kinda want to try out the new fire weapon I created and this might just be the perfect test subject..."
When he heard those words, Yunho quickly stopped Yeosang.
"A microwave will do Yeosang! Don't fucking use my son's bottle for one of your weird experiments!"
Yunho gasped when he realized he cussed in front of his kid.
"Don't tell your mom."
❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰
Yeosang carefully weighed the powder into the brown paper bags, careful not to go above the amount he needed. His eyes trailed to the tiny hand that tried reaching up for the contents he had.
"No no no sweetheart. Don't touch anything."
He put what he had in his hands down and picked up his daughter, setting her down and making her rest on top of a stack of books he had.
"Ok. Here you go. Play with this. Your mom says you like it." He handed her the rattle that was shaped like a chicken leg before going back to concentrate on his task.
The baby shook the rattle a few times before becoming bored with it. Instead, she was fascinated by all the intricate colors and strange devices inside her father's laboratory. Looking next to her, she saw a display of assorted test tubes that had different liquids in them. Curiously, her hand reached out to grab the red colored one. At that moment, Yeosang had finished weighing the stuff out and placed them in a container. When he looked back, he saw his daughter pulling out the test tube.
"No don't touch-"
Yeosang quickly scooped the baby up and covered her with his body as the tube fell to the floor, not only splattering the contents, but immediately setting off a tiny explosion that spread a horrible smelling gas in the air. Yeosang covered his daughter's face as he quickly got them out of the room. At that moment, Jongho came running down the hall.
"What was that?!" He immediately asked.
"One of the test tubes I was working on." Yeosang explained, as he scanned his daughter to make sure she was all right.
"Seriously Yeosang?! We've told you time and time again to be careful! How did it even happen?"
Yeosang immediately turned to his daughter, who was merely sucking on her thumb, looking at him with the most innocent eyes ever.
"You're lucky it was one of the least deadly ones and I got you out of there in time. Otherwise we'd both be laughing ourselves to death." Yeosang chuckled at her and kissed her forehead.
Jongho shook his head.
"I swear to god, if your daughter becomes another crazy scientist like you, I'm joining another gang."
❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷
The diminutive man strolled from one corner of the alley to another, sighing as he stared once again at his watch.
"Where the fuck are they?" He shook his head, hating people being late above anything else.
Finally hearing footsteps, he saw the two figures approach him. He smiled contentedly until he saw that one of them had a baby strapped to his chest.
"All right Changbin, we got the money now where's the drugs?" San asked, not yet giving him the bag of money.
Changbin looked at San, then back at the baby boy.
"Don't look at the baby, look at me." San gestured to his eyes.
Changbin raised an eyebrow at him before looking over at Wooyoung, who looked completely unfazed.
"Just don't even question it man." Wooyoung suggested.
Changbin hesitantly got out the package from his coat. He was about to hand it to them, but he stopped when he looked at the baby again.
"Don't look at the baby, look at me." San repeated himself.
"Look man! It's just feels completely unorthodox to make illegal transactions in front of an innocent baby ok?! Did you kidnap it or something?" Changbin scanned him.
San scoffed in offense.
"This is my kid! Can't you see the resemblance? He's as handsome as me."
Changbin raised an eyebrow.
"You're seriously bringing your kid.... you know what? Never mind."
Changbin opted for giving the package to Wooyoung and then taking the bag of money.
"Pleasure doing business with you."
San waved at him when he departed. As him and Wooyoung made their way back to the car, his son started babbling something incoherently. San looked down and patted his head.
"Yes I know he's a mean, grouchy dwarf. Don't worry about him."
❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲
Mingi sat down on the stool in front of the bartender, setting down the carrier on the chair next to him.
"I'm here." Mingi told the man who had his back turned.
"Oh Mingi you've come. Tell me what can I get-"
The pink haired man stopped when he saw the baby and pointed at her.
"Just give me my usual and don't worry about her. She's covered."
Mingi opened his trench coat and took out a baby bottle before taking the baby out of the carrier so he could feed her.
"You got the info Hyunjin?" Mingi lowered his voice.
Hyunjin rolled his eyes as he prepared him his drink.
"Mingi you brought a baby inside a bar. Forget trying to avoid unnecessary attention, everyone is already looking at you weird."
Mingi looked around, noticing a couple people staring at him as if he was crazy.
"Oh...right."
Hyunjin set the drink out in front of him before pulling out a folder and sneakily handing it to Mingi.
"Even got a few of the members' names gathered for you. Don't be fooled by their small numbers. These guys are very deadly and are slowly gaining momentum in the criminal world."
Mingi nodded and stuffed the folder in his coat. At that moment, his phone started ringing and he panicked when he saw who it was.
"Do me a favor. Hold her and cover her ears."
Hyunjin obeyed and cringed when Mingi fired a gun at the roof.
"I'm gonna need all of you to be quiet for a minute or else I'll put a bullet in your heads."
Mingi then quickly answered the phone, suddenly changing his tone.
"Hey baby. Oh nothing. I'm with Seonghwa, he wanted to see the baby.....no! I'm most definitely not working at the moment." He laughed awkwardly.
Hyunjin shook his head and looked down at the baby girl in his arms.
"Mind sharing some of your milk with me? I think I need it."
❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰
"Wooyoung? Do you see the target?" Yeosang's voice echoed through his ear piece.
Wooyoung casually tilted his head to the side.
"No. There's too many people. " Wooyoung answered casually.
He looked down when he heard his daughter sneeze.
"Bless you." Wooyoung cooed at her.
"I'm literally trying to put a bullet through a man's head and you're giving me your blessings?" Yeosang asked.
"Not you idiot! My princess just sneezed and-"
"Oh my gosh! What a lovely baby you have!"
Wooyoung turned to find a young woman standing in front of him, twirling her hair in her finger as she looked at him and his daughter.
"Thanks..." Wooyoung answered.
"Is she yours?" She asked, stepping closer to him, reaching her hand out.
"Yeah...mine." Wooyoung shifted in his seat, moving the baby so she wouldn't touch her wandering hands.
Wooyoung tried not to cringe as the girl didn't seem to get the hint and continued talking to him.
"Want me to put a bullet in her head?" Yeosang offered.
Wooyoung immediately declined the offer as quietly as possible, not hearing what the girl said until she repeated herself.
"I asked if there was a mom in the picture."
She tucked her hair behind her ear before sitting down next to Wooyoung, her hand brushing on his shoulder.
"Cause if not.....I could help out in more ways than one." She bit her lip.
Before Wooyoung could even respond, he was saved when you suddenly showed up.
"I'm giving you ten seconds to run before I pull the trigger."
The girl froze when she felt a gun pointed at her back. Wooyoung waved.
"Hi honey." He smiled.
"Don't 'honey' me. First you take our daughter out on a mission and then I find some skank trying to take my place?" You scoffed.
"Should have taken my offer when you had the chance." Yeosang poked fun at him.
❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸
Jongho kept his eyes on the road, occasionally looking at the rearview mirror to check on the little boy in the baby seat.
"Getting sleepy there buddy?" Jongho chuckled when he saw the baby's eyes open and close slowly.
"Don't worry. After we deliver this package, I promise I'll take you to get ice cream......just don't tell your mom I've been feeding you that before you're old enough."
Jongho began to sing softly, hoping it'll help the baby sleep faster. However when he looked at the rearview mirror again, he noticed a strange looking car tailing right behind him.
"Huh....strange..... very strange."
Jongho gripped the steering wheel tightly. Looking back at his son, he noticed he was now fully awake.
"Buckle up buddy cause we're in for a fun ride."
Shifting the gear, Jongho immediately pressed down on the accelerator before rapidly making a u-turn, momentarily confusing the car behind him. Jongho drifted through the different alleys, hoping to loose the car, but it still seemed to catch up to him. His son on the other hand, seemed to enjoy the fun ride.
"Oh shit." Jongho cursed when he saw you were calling.
Pressing the button, he answered your call.
"I just got off work, barely going back. Think you can handle the boy for a little bit longer?" You asked.
"Take all the time. I'm going to be late too."
Jongho made a rather sharp turn that had your son squealing excitedly. You immediately sensed something was off.
"You're on a mission aren't you?"
"Yeah and we kinda ran into some chasers." Jongho chuckled rather amused.
You sighed softly.
"Where are you?"
"Gangnam district. Near the old abandoned factory." He answered as he continued trying to loose the car behind him.
"Give me 5 minutes and I'll be there."
Jongho couldn't help but bite his lip at your words.
"God baby, I love you so much."
He then turned his attention to his son who was still having the time of his life.
"Hear that bud? Mommy is gonna be joining us soon."
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Depth of Your Eyes
Extreme Fluff.
Domestic fluff. Babies!
Elriel Month - Day 24
“Why do you hate me?” lamented the feared and exalted Shadowsinger of the Night Court.
Feared and admired, worshipped for his immense Illyrian power, for his stealth and strength, he, the great and mysterious spy master, the male who made enemies tremble and flee, and females swoon, failed utterly and completely at this one task—having his chunky newborn son open his eyes for him.
When his son was born, the first thing that shocked everyone—parents and healer and midwife—was his very impressive size. How the delicate, slender, elegant Elain even managed to bear him—without much difficulty too—was a mystery.
But the Cauldron loved Elain and strove to make Elain happy. It gave Elain an almost painless labour, though it was lengthy and uncomfortable nevertheless, and while Azriel was out of his mind with worry and trepidation, not knowing whether the baby’s wings would cause damage or even more serious issues, Elain was serene and happy.
The nightmare that was Nyx’s birth was still fresh in Aziel’s mind—the blood, the gore, Nyx’s tiny lifeless body in Mor’s arms, and Feyre, with a horrific gaping slash across her abdomen, bleeding out, Death hovering just above her. Therefore, Azriel dreaded Elain’s labour. For ten months he was a wreck. He was too happy, too elated, too content, too joyful in his life, and there bound to be repercussions for all that bliss.
The baby was conceived momentarily. “Let’s make a baby,” Azriel proposed a little drunkenly to the giggling and smiling Elain. They were enjoying a glorious sunset on the sea, in a tiny town with whitewashed buildings and blue roofs, in the Summer Court. It was far from Adriata, far from visitors and everyone else and they indulged in endless white sand beaches, fresh seafood and lots of local wine, swimming in the azure waters of the sea and enough lovemaking to leave them both sore and hoarse. “Now?” Elain kissed him. He shrugged, “why not now?”
And it happened—‘now’. When they returned from their holiday, she found out that she was expecting their baby.
Azriel couldn’t lie, but he was feeling rather smug.
“What the fuck kind of seed you got, brother?” muttered Cassian. “You just knocked her up in a day?”
Azriel only shrugged innocently.
As if this was to be expected. Of course he’d impregnate her in a day! But it wasn’t at all what he thought would happen—he thought that as with all Fae, this would be a lengthy process full of false starts, crushed hopes and nerves. But the Cauldron loved Elain and wanted to make her happy.
Now, he was holding his chunky son in his arms. Calm and peaceful, the baby took after his parents in temperament. He was mellow and not fussy, docile and good-natured. His appetite was monstrous though. He ate and ate and ate. At his already great size, Azriel muttered ‘you are going to be Cassian’s size by the time you are three’. And because he ate so much, he was rather plump, to put it kindly, which meant that his hamster-like cheeks obscured his eyes. At three weeks, their baby mostly slept and ate, so periods of play and interaction were minimal—hence, Azriel’s failure to actually see the colour of his son’s eyes.
Elain claimed that the eyes were hazel. Nesta insisted that they were ‘Archeron’ eyes. Cassian’s assessment was ‘I think brown. Like dirt’. Amren went with ‘I don’t know, I didn’t look closely’. Yet they all claimed that they’d seen his eyes.
Azriel was seated on top of the covers in their bed, propped against the cushioned headboard. His wing curled around Elain, who was sleeping next to him, pressed to his side, her arm thrown over his stomach. Their son, sturdy and large, almost the size of Azriel’s forearm now, was sucking noisily, eating like he hasn’t been fed in a week. He was fed less than three hours ago.
The bottle—a new invention from Dawn—wasn’t widely used just yet, but Azriel loved it. At first, Elain was reluctant to utilize it, preferring to breastfeed at all times, but then…well, then she came to accept how convenient this bottle invention was. Especially because Azriel was a nocturnal creature and had no issues with staying up or waking in the middle of the night. And with their gluttonous son demanding food all the time, she was still able to function and rest and sleep, since he didn’t really care which way he was getting his food, as long as he was getting it.
Azriel was looking down at the delicious bundle in his arms, and thought that his baby would end up looking very much like him, if he wasn’t so chubby. Right now, he was all round and soft and filled with folds that others wanted to bite and pinch.
Cassian, in fact, did bite his nephew’s little fat wrist, and Elain caught them, warning that Cassian wouldn’t be allowed to feed him if it happened again. “but it didn’t even hurt!” he defended himself feebly. “Just a little nibble…He is such a fatty!”
“No. Biting.” ordered Elain. “Or you’ll be off bottle duty!”
That was a serious threat that Cassian took to heart, because he absolutely adored feeding the baby with the bottle. He and Nesta were enthralled with him, quietly arguing and fighting about whose turn it was to feed him next. Elain and Azriel frequently overheard ‘you did it last time!” “no, but he likes me more…” “gods above, he does not like you more! He clearly prefers me!” “he was crying with you!” “yes, that’s because you made him cry!”
“We only have two choices,” said Azriel with a sigh, watching Cassian coo and babble to the baby one day, rocking him and singing him all kinds of bawdy Illyrian songs. “We either forbid them entry into the house,” at that, Elain frowned. “Or, we just let them be and simply assume that our son’s first word will be ‘fuck’.”
Adhering to the Illyrian tradition of not naming a child until he was one month old, the baby remained nameless. Well, Elain and Azriel knew what he would be called, but speculation ran rampant.
Elain had officially asked Cassian and Nesta to be the baby’s Guardians, a very important and respected position in the Illyrian society. It would fall on Cassian to start teaching his nephew how to fly—and when Elain formally requested for him to become the Guardian, Cassian shyly teared up.
“Yes, Petal, of course,” he nodded nervously, with aching sincerity, “it would be an honour. Are you sure?” Cassian still worried, “are you sure you don’t want to ask Rhys?”
Elain embraced the General gently and lovingly, and whispered, “I’ve never been more sure of anything, Cass. Only you. I’d only trust him with you and Nesta.”
It was Elain’s right as the mother to select the Guardians for her child, so while Azriel suspected who her choice would be, he waited for the official announcement along with everyone else. Eventually, the Guardian would present their son with his first sword, and begin teaching him to fight.
“Well, I want my baby to have the best,” said Elain, kissing Nesta’s flushed cheek. “Who is better than the Commander General of the Night Court armies and the Valkyrie herself? Will you two do us the honour of accepting him into your Guardianship?”
“Yes!” both of them almost yelled their acceptance.
Now, Nesta and Cassian was preparing something grandiose for the Naming Ceremony.
But first things first.
“Hey lovie, why don’t you look at me?” murmured Azriel, rocking his son gently against his chest. At first, the baby leapt towards his nipple, received nothing from it and gave an angry squeak of disappointment.
“Sorry, my friend, at this point, I think you should already know where the good stuff comes from,” said Azriel, as he offered the bottle. “I know, I know, not the same, but close enough. Believe me, I tried it straight from the delicious source and I agree, it is much better,”
“Stop being gross,” moaned Elain, and slapped his stomach.
He laughed.
“I am not being gross. Just honest. If I can suck on your titties,”
“Oh, gods, yes, I know. You’d rather suck on my titties than a bottle. I’ve heard this before,”
“And I stand by my opinion. So does my son. He has good taste. Now, go back to sleep.”
Elain ran a sleepy hand over the edge of his wing and turned around, pressing her lush ass into his thigh.
He drew his knuckles over her cheek and she reached for his fingers with her lips, kissing them, before tumbling back into her slumber.
Gods, he loved her.
The baby didn’t like all this jostling around him, and grabbed Azriel’s hand with his stubby fat fingers, steadying him and the bottle.
“Sorry,” Azriel murmured and looked down, stroking his baby’s soft brown curl that jutted out proudly on top of his head. “Mama is such a beauty…we can’t forget her either, even with you. I love you both very much.”
The baby nodded sagely, as if agreeing with his father. Yes, indeed, his mother was gorgeous and beautiful and very nice, and required his father’s attention. It was very understandable.
But this male, this father of his—he liked him very much as well. He was very kind and he fed him and changed him, and sang songs with him, and played with him, and…well, he loved him.
Azriel was smiling softly to himself, watching the baby, and then, suddenly, his son opened his eyes and grinned at him. Grinned a huge toothless smile—his very first one. He never smiled for anyone before, but this was it.
This was for his father.
This male, who’s waited for him for a long, long time, hoping against hope that one night, he’d have him in his arms and receive this huge, satisfied smile, which was meant only for him. An undeniable, glorious reward for centuries of suffering and sadness. He grabbed his father’s scarred finger in his fist and blinked at him with the depth of his Archeron eyes.
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What are you to Azriel?
I took the liberty to add another prompt to this:
11: Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.
Request are open!
Request: anything Azriel x y/n: if you need a prompt do y/n and Az living together and cute domestic fluff
* Female reader
Word count: 1533
It was days like these your mind wandered a lot. The silent and calm days that didn’t give you another choice but to ponder about everything. The question that kept getting circled back around your head was “what exactly are you to Azriel?”
In the first place, you were his spy.
At first, you didn’t want to get involved in anything that associated with the shadowsinger. Because everything associated with him had a direct link with danger, and you have tried your entire life trying to avoid it. You have tried –and failed- to keep secrets so that you wouldn’t need to leave the fake safety net you created.
You didn’t make any friends. There was no one getting close to you because they might find out that there was something different about you. They could find out how you know certain things you shouldn’t know. They might find out how you seemed to anticipate everything around you. And they might find out about how you seemed to know everyone’s secrets and how you hid so that no one would find out yours.
But Azriel somehow managed to found you. You knew the moment he had found you of course, you had seen him coming to you in a vision. He had told you that he knew what you were, he knew that you were a Seer.
You had put yourself in situations in which he could not visit you to tell you this. You went to places you never went to out of precaution. Instead of buying your supplies at the small shops in your area, you went to the market place where it was swimming with people. Instead of always being alone you offered to keep your older neighbours company. Instead of eating alone in your apartment, you ate in the restaurants in the city.
It seemed that after a while, Azriel had lost his patience. He knew what games you playing and had have enough of them.
You were sitting at a café drinking tea when he had showed up. The weird thing was that you hadn’t seen him coming. Neither literally, nor ‘spiritually’. And that resulted in you spilling your tea over yourself.
He had handed you a few napkins and without saying anything, sat down. “I think that we both know it is time to talk.”
“I think we do need to talk yes, you should apologise for making me spill this tea over myself.” Azriel had simply responded to that with saying that it was your own fault and that you knew damn well what they should talk about. It seemed that you had really hit some nerves by avoiding him for the past couple of days.
He did give you a choice whether you were going to work for him or not. But the damage had already been done. The inner circle already knew about you. They were going to need help some day in the future and they would come to you.
You had a ‘choice’, you could join them now or later. But that hesitancy could get you deemed as an enemy. Why wouldn’t you want to help your court? You set aside your fears and decided you would join Azriel.
After that, you became his adviser.
You became the Inner Circle’s adviser. In the beginning of your employment they only came to you if it was very dire. Asking you advise about to handle certain situation with other High Lords and Ladies.
Azriel visited you if he needed intel on other Courts. You simply had to take a peek into a location he gave you on paper and you would have to describe what you would see.
And sometimes Azriel didn’t give a map and simply waited for you to have vision. Sometimes he winnowed you somewhere. The places you went to were those of important people; lords and ladies, and sometimes even a High Lord.
Eventually the Inner Circle didn’t just visit you for valuable information, they also came to you for insignificant things. It had started with Morrigan, she had waltzed into your place demanding which dress would rouse her father the most.
You were his friend.
After a while the Inner Circle wouldn’t even come up with an excuse to visit you anymore. Azriel tried to in the beginning, claiming to be asking for information that even seemed irrelevant to you. Eventually he gave up and visited you as he pleased.
You two would have late night tea parties. You would try to discuss certain things but you always seemed to drift away from serious conversations to laughing with each other.
You and Azriel built up a beautiful friendship with each other. There was a lot of trust, honesty and support for each other. And eventually also romantic love.
You told each other your secrets. Both of you seemed to have a lot of them. Azriel told you everything starting from the beginning. His upbringing with his former family and how he grew up in the Illyrian camps with his real family. He told you about Rhysand’s mother – his mother also, about how he got his powers, how he learned to fly, how he won the Blood Rite with his brothers…,
You told each other everything.
You were his family.
You had a special place in his heart, just as he did in yours. You were very important to him. Azriel caught himself thinking about you a lot. He cared about you a lot. He loved you.
You spent a lot of time with each other. You helped each other when either of you were in need. Eventually both of you realised that neither of you could go on without the other. You were each other’s family.
You were his lover.
After a lot of dancing around each other on your tiptoes, something finally happened on an ordinary day. On one of your late night tea parties.
You had spilled tea over yourself –you seemed to have a knack for that. Instead of just handing you the napkins and just standing there like the first time, Azriel helped you. He quickly helped you pull of your blouse so that the hot tea wouldn’t seep onto your skin. He used his handkerchief to wipe the tea that did manage to seep through your blouse. And after few seconds you both seemed to realise the position you were both in.
Azriel was hovering over you with his hand (and handkerchief) on your chest while you were sitting in a chair, nearly naked from the waist up. You blushed scarlet red but you didn’t do anything because you didn’t want to break this up.
Eventually Azriel leaned down slowly, giving you a silent choice. You found this choice to be easily made as you leaned up to connect your lips.
The choice of being is lover was also easily made.
You were his mate.
But of course, you had seen this coming. You had been dreaming of the night of the bond snapping into place for days before it actually happened. You were happy that Azriel didn’t live with you because you had cried a whole night out of pure happiness.
It didn’t happen in a special place. It didn’t happen at Nightfall, but rather just before that.
Azriel was coming to pick you up and fly you to The House of the Wind. You were looking behind you in the mirror as you saw him approaching from the balcony connected to your room. He walked up to you to greet you with a kiss and took a good look at you.
You tried to pick up your earrings without showing your shaking hands, but Azriel saw it anyways. He only mistook the reason for your nervousness. He thought it was because this would be your first Nightfall together, and not because of what was going to happen very soon.
As he finished putting your earrings on for you, you both took a second to look at each other in the mirror. He put his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder. Into the mirror he gave you a smile, his expression quickly changed from loving to shocked to loving again.
It was safe to say that they were a bit later to the party than expected.
You were his wife.
You heard about how Rhysand and Feyre not only completed rituals from Prythian but also those from the mortal lands.
Azriel had thought it had sounded nice. He greeted you with ‘my lovely wife’ a lot, it was always followed with a kiss.
You were his everything.
He loved you. It was as simply as that.
And he proved it to you every day. The day started with morning kisses before either of you had really opened your eyes. Kissing blindly until your lips met in a blissful encounter. Throughout the day it was difficult to leave each other’s sight, so most of the time you don’t. And at the end of the day, you made sure to prove your love to each other by not only giving your soul and heart to each other but also your body.
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A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction
My loves, this is the end of AFA & I can't tell you how sad I am for this little story to be over :( There are a couple of people I need to thank so bear with me...Amy (@footballffbarbiex) for making me believe I could write this and that people will want to read it, thank you forever. Em (@emwritesfootball) for being my fabulous proof reader and always being there for me to bounce ideas off of, thank you. And to allllllllllll of you who read, like, reblog and message me - THANK YOU I LOVE YOU!!! Ok enough with my Oscar's speech, please enjoy la parte finale.
Love always, Steph xx
Part 12 | la parte finale
warnings; none - except maybe tears because this is the final part :(
word count; 2367
writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter.
tags (as requested by users); @footballffbarbiex @obsesseds-world @abysshaven
link to fic masterlist here
The end of the international break had approached both squads with rapid speed, before they knew it the 3 weeks was up and it was time for their final friendly match before returning to club duties. It was a rematch of the European final from just a few months earlier, only this time - it was being played in Rome. Preparing her team to meet their opponents had been a bit trickier than last time. Of course, the boys were fired up and raring to go, but the bitterness and anger that drove her to push them harder last time wasn’t there. They were now going up against some of her closest friends as well as her family.
In a strange moment of deja vu, Amelia looked down the tunnel as both teams lined up side by side to walk out onto the pitch together. Just like the last time, her father passed her and gave her a reassuring rub to the back of her neck and made his way down through the centre aisle with his staff. Following him, and just like last time, she made her way down whilst pressing a kiss to both cheeks of her Italian men. Reaching her brother, she pressed a kiss to his cheek also, however unlike the last time he gave her a wink back. The atmosphere was different this time, it was a friendly game and there was no title at stake here - only pride. This time, however, as she passed the Three Lions Number 21, her right hand found his left one for just a moment, before giving it a gentle squeeze and continuing down her own line. He had maintained his focus forward, didn’t even blink at the girl’s actions, and by the time she got to Fede who had been watching the encounter she had made her mind up that he wanted nothing to do with her.
This friendly-match had Amelia in a bundle of nerves, dissimilar to the euro final, Amelia was confident in her ability purely due to the fact that she was well prepared. This time however, whilst she was just as well-prepared as last time, she also knew that a fair few English players had adopted her playing style as their own and knew the kind of tactic required to stop the Italian attack and penetrate the great wall of Rome: Chiellini and Bonucci. This, coupled with the fact that both sides seemed to be playing with a touch more aggression than she expected, led to her being on the edge of her seat for most of the game. A late first half goal from Jorginho had her up out of her seat, cheering for the midfield maestro. However, it was a late second half goal that had her smiling from ear to ear, whilst trying to remember to keep her bum in her chair - she wasn’t supposed to be cheering for the enemy after all. How could she not though? Ben Chilwell had scored the equaliser. Using the play they had spent so many hours perfecting, just the two of them out on the pitch at Cobham. Scoring his goal, celebrating with his team and the away fans, she had clapped with an appropriate level of enthusiasm until she noticed him look her way, pull the centre of his jersey toward his face and give it a kiss. She moved her hand to touch that spot on her own jersey. Fingers running over the embroidery that she had stitched into every one of her official matchday tops, a memento to keep her family close to her heart - the embroidery featured the word ‘WHITE’ followed by the colours of the italian flag. For this match however, she had something extra added. Did Ben know about her newest addition?
After the match.
“Chilwell! Wait Up!” Federico Bernardeschi called down the tunnel whilst jogging to catch up with his opposition player.
“Can I give you some advice? Don’t let her go. I did, and whilst it was the right thing for me to do, it's something I regret deeply. You don’t realise just how much she adds to your life until she's gone. You’ll come to realise that she is the sunshine after any storm, but she is also the storm itself. Any day without her is a little less bright.”
In a moment of vulnerability, Ben decided to open up to the man that he didn’t know more than a bar of soap, who was coincidentally the same man who knew all there was to know about Amelia.
“She really is sunshine personified, isn’t she?” Ben smiled at the thought of the girl, thinking back on all of the laughs that they shared together in Mykonos.
“Normally yes, but these past few weeks that she has been without you she has been a little less bright. You complete her, whether she has realised yet I’m not sure but I am sure that she misses you. I think more than she ever missed me.”
“Ben, there are two kinds of compliments you can give a woman. The first, something she already thinks about herself but needs reconfirmed. The second, the things she doesn’t think anyone else notices about her. The second kind matters more.”
“You like because, and you love despite. Think about that Ben.”
“I don’t know if I love her, yet.”
“I think you do know. Otherwise you wouldn’t have asked the kitman for a little something extra on tonight's jersey.”
“What are you talking about? How do you know?”
“Ah, Benjamin, a good spy never tells his secrets” With that, Federico continued his walk back to the changerooms. “She’s out on the pitch, Ben.” He called without looking back, confident that the player was already making his way out there.
Walking up to the centre circle, where Amelia was currently sitting down on the pitch with her arms behind her and her legs stretched out in front. Taking in the atmosphere of Stadio Olympico in Rome, her favourite stadium in the world. What surprised her the most was just how quickly Stamford Bridge had crept itself up the ranks and into the second spot of her heart.
Without wanting to startle her, Ben started talking to her from a few meters away - not bothered about the few lingering souls out and about. This was his time to make her his, and nothing was going to get in his way.
“You know, a wise person once said to me that you like someone because, but you love them despite” He called out to her.
Turning around, she was surprised to see him. After the cold shoulder she received earlier she hadn’t imagined she would have the opportunity to talk to the blue-eyed beauty any time soon.
“What person was that?” She asked back, softly, not wanting to spook him off.
“Fede”
She tried to hide the shock on her face, what on earth had told her ex-lover she wanted him to talk to her current lover...if you could even call Ben that. Maybe it was more appropriate for him to be referred to as Amelia’s almost-until-she-fucked-it-lover. That was a bit long winded...maybe-lover should suffice. Whilst she was having this internal struggle, all thoughts swirling around her head, Ben had reached the centre circle and sat to the left of the girl, close enough that she could see the calmness behind his eyes.
“He’s right you know, he’s not always right but this time he definitely is. For example, he was wrong to let you go. There would be no chance in hell that I would let you slip away from me as easily as he did.
“I like you because you’re smart, so unbelievably beautiful and just as confident as anyone I've ever met. But I love you, despite the fact that you drive me mad with just how brilliant you are even if you don’t acknowledge yourself. You are destined for greatness, Amelia White. And I just hope that when you do get to where you want to be, that I'm still right there with you.”
Looking at him with tears in her eyes whilst his own were telling her that there wasn’t an ounce of hesitation behind his words. He loved her. And that's all she needed. Standing up, she pulled him up by his hands and pulled him in so close that she could feel the muscles in his back contract as he wrapped her up in a hug of his own, these were the hugs that she wished could be reserved for her. No one else needed to know the power behind these hugs, they could make her fall for him over and over again. One hand across her shoulders, the other palming the back of her head and pushing her into his chest so she could feel his heart beat - after all it beats just for her.
“Ben, why did you kiss your shirt today after you scored?” She asked the taller man as he continued to enjoy the feeling of having her back in his arms, where she belonged for all of this time.
“I wanted to feel close to you, and I thought maybe you were onto something with your superstitions”. Regrettably pulling himself away from her, he pulled off his shirt to reveal the toned skin of his chest, but also the small embroidery on the inside fabric that resembled her own...except this time it read MILS with a small Italian flag. Feeling her heart swell inside her chest, she beamed up at the man who was patiently waiting for her reaction to the gesture of love.
“I think it worked Ben” Pulling her shirt away from her chest enough that she could stretch it and show the inside fabric to him, hers reading WHITE with the Italian flag, but also a small BENJ with the British flag next to it. Her way of keeping him, and her family, close to her heart where she felt them the most.
He could only imagine that Amelia felt when reading his shirt was only a fraction of what he was feeling at that moment, for it was impossible for anyone to love someone the way that he loved her. His mum always told him not to fall for the girl who gives him butterflies, because he would be addicted to the feeling and would constantly be on the chase for it, but to fall for the girl who calmed him down, made him feel secure and like he needed her air to breathe. Butterflies were warning signs, but the sight of Amelia reminded him of seeing the light on in the hall after an away match - he was home. She was his home.
Pulling her back to his chest, except this time he was shirtless. Amelia ran her hands down his back whilst his hands settled at the base of her spine, she rested her chin on his chest and stared up at the man that her heart had grown to love. Ben moved his hands upwards until he tangled them in her wavy hair, moving his lips to cover her own. The kiss said everything they needed to share with each other. I miss you. I love you. Never leave me again.
“Oi! You two! Break it up! There are kids here!” A quick yell broke the two out of their bliss, looking over to see none other than Kyle Walker standing at the end of the tunnel, looking towards them with a mischievous look on his face.
“Kyle, cover your eyes, you’re too pure to be exposed to such adult behaviour!” And just as though God had been listening, from behind him walked out Federico, to cover the eyes of Kyle Walker. Amelia and Ben didn’t realise that the two were even remotely friendly, however they had found a mutual interest - annoying their two friends that had finally admitted their feelings to each other.
“Pipe down you two” Ben joked as the pair of them walked hand in hand towards the jokesters, Ben eventually lifting his left hand to move their entwined hands to Amelia’s left shoulder, her own right arm moving to wrap around his waist. A way he could bring her physically closer to him. Amelia not resisting the gesture, anything to feel his smooth skin against her own.
“Fede, I hope you know that I'm going to be Amelia’s maid of honor at the wedding. That's not going to be a problem for you is it?” Kyle began to seriously discuss the future event with his new Italian partner in crime.
“No Kyle, that's fine - I'm the flower boy though. Jorgi is going to pull me down the aisle in a red cart while I throw rose petals at everyone” Fede joked back, the two of them pretending that the new couple couldn’t hear them as they walked down the tunnel back to the changerooms.
“What are they like?” Ben laughed into the top of Amelia’s hair, still maintaining his grip on the girl he had been without for 3 weeks. With a grin from ear to ear, and an overwhelming feeling of love about her, Amelia stopped Ben in his tracks before the two had to go their separate ways to rejoin their respective teams.
“Just so you’re aware, I love you too. And I am so sorry for everything that I put us through these past weeks. I want you to know that i’m all in, and i’m all yours...if you’ll have me”
“Stop being a silly muppet, of course I'll have you, all of you. Even the parts that drive me insane. There is no way I am letting anyone else have you. You’re all mine, Mils”
“Glad to know the feelings mutual, Chilly”
“Oi, what did I say about that! Only friends call me Chilly...and you are not my friend”
Bursting into laughter as she tried to pull away from him, only to be pulled back and wrapped up into his arms, her head against his chest.
“I love you, Benj”
“I love you right back, Mils”
finito.
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Gwynriel mating bond
I have written another version of gwynriel’s mating bond snapping into place but I like this one better
They were well and truly fucked.
It was the only thought that coursed through Azriel's mind. They had been outnumbered by Hybern certainly. Even then, the courts were able to rally together and defeat the king. Unfortunately, it was nothing compared to what they were facing now. They had the geographic advantage this time though. The night court inner circle stood at the highest point as the war raged on below. Cassian and him were regrouping while also arguing over which strategy would work best. Of course, Cassian won that argument. He was the general of the night court armies after all. Amren, who was no longer of much use in a fight, stood watching over the battle. Azriel could have sworn her eyes tracked the summer court armies. Feyre and Rhysand were currently arguing over the best course of action while Mor, unhelpfully added her opinion every other moment. It was clear to Azriel that his high lord and lady also realized they were fucked. Feyre thought they should draw back and regroup, but Rhysand felt that would give the other courts enough time to back out completely once they realized this was an un-winnable fight. Azriel knew he should give his opinion, but he was much more focused on surveying the carnage below them. Koschei and his army had managed to wipe out most of the spring courts forces- unsurprising considering they were still suffering from Feyre's plans even all these years later, the Illyrian aerial forces have taken a large hit, and the winter forces were not much help in this summer heat. It was not something Rhysand or the high lord of the winter court had calculated for, but as it turns out, training all your life in the brutal cold made it much more challenging to fight in the summer heat. All things considered they still might have had a chance if the autumn court had not sided with Koschei and the dark-bringers had not denied Rhysand's request for them to fight this war. According to Eris, there was only so much convincing he could do with his father before all their best laid plans would be tossed away like trash.
"We are being massacred out there, Rhysand! If we do not withdrawal, we will die!" Feyre's frantic voice pulled Azriel from his trance.
"We will die if we withdrawal!" He shouted back. "Kallias will retreat to his lands to save his people and leave us even further outnumbered."
"I am with Feyre on this one." Cassian finally piped up. His decision may have to do with the fact that a deep cut from top of his thigh to knee was not healing as fast as it should be. He was struggling to walk which would not be an issue if he could fly but Azriel had seen a faebane arrow cut through one of his wings earlier in the fight.
Mor was not better off and if he was being honest with himself, his own siphons were starting to drain.
"What the hell do they think they are doing?" Amren squeaked. The unusual tone has the entire group staring at the second in command with raised eyebrows. Azriel even managed a chuckle at that.
The group finally looked down to where Amren was pointing, only for Azriel to feel as though his heart had stopped. Before he could consider anything else, Azriel launched himself at Cassian. He was only able to hold himself back by sheer will alone. Rhysand eventually joined in to help hold Cassian back.
"Let go of me." He snarled. "She is going to get herself killed down there."
Azriel kept his hold steady but let his eyes wander back to the battle field. A weight had settled on his chest and he thought he might suffocate. He could only imagine how Cas was feeling. He watched as the Valkyries rode in on horses at full speed. He had to give credit where it's due, the horses were a smart move. It gave them the height and speed advantage. It appeared a group of almost 200 priestesses turned valkyrie were being led by Nesta with Emerie and Gwyn flanking her. It was quite a majestic scene. One that he knew his high lady would try and recreate in a painting. The collision with Koschei's army on the ground was intense. Azriel wanted to watch to make sure his best friend, Gwyn, would remain unharmed, but Cassian was putting up too much of a fight. Finally, Mor did the only thing that would keep Cassian safe. She knocked him out with the butt of her sword. His body went limp immediately. Azriel grunted as he set his friend down. Cassian was much heavier than Azriel would like to admit.
Watching the three females fight was always awe inspiring. They worked so well together, it was as if they were daemati and could tell each other what moves they were planning on using. Azriel's eyes narrowed in on Gwyn as her dagger found its target. Her face was set in a determined expression that Azriel had spent many training sessions watching. He wanted to go down there to aid the female that had become his best friend in the last few years, but he was afraid that he might mess up whatever system the Valkyries were already working with.
"I am going to kill her." Rhysand groaned when he finally snapped out of whatever trance he was in.
"They are supposed to be with Nyx!" Feyre cried. Obviously, leaving the child with Elain alone is the priority that the high lady has latched on to. Azriel rolled his eyes.
"Well now we have to fall back." Rhysand snapped. Azriel understood why he was frustrated. It was unwise for the Valkyries to join without telling Rhysand. It completely changes strategic plans that could have already been in place. Luckily for them, there were no plans.
"I don't know about that Rhys," Mor added. "They are kind of kicking ass down there."
Azriel turned back to check and sure enough, they were kicking ass. Azriel knew they were highly qualified and that they deserved to fight in this battle. It's one thing to know that and another to send your closest friends into the heart of an un-winnable war. Even from this far away, he could feel as Gwyn's stare fell upon him. He looked toward her and suddenly the pressure that had encased his heart as he watched her on that field made sense. It hit him so hard it was like the wind was knocked out of him. He fell to his knees with a groan. Mor was in front of him before he could blink.
"What's wrong?" She sounded panicked but nothing mattered to Azriel in this moment than getting down to Gwyn and carrying her far far away. He realized how Cassian must have felt which had Azriel feeling like an asshole. He would apologize later.
"Mate." Is all he managed before he took off in flight for the red head. He had to dodge several blasts of power from enemies that seemed to appear out of no where. He kept one eye on the females though. Their fighting was graceful and brutal all at once. Nesta beheaded an enemy as Emerie shot a male that was aiming for Gwyn. Gwyn was busy using her shield to protect another Valkyrie from a thrown ax.
It was as though it happened in slow motion. With his birds eye view, he could see what neither Nesta or Emerie could see. He pushed himself faster. He could beat the male that was fastly approaching Gwyn.
"Gwyn!" He started to scream. "Behind you." She could not hear him, of course. He began screaming it over and over again. His feet had barely hit the ground when his mate finally whipped her head around to make eye contact. A mischievous smile graced her face, but Azriel could only focus on the male that was too close.
"Behind you!" He shouted once more. She turned quickly as Azriel began running full speed towards her. She did not even have time to raise her shield before a sword pierced straight through her stomach.
"No!" The strangled cry caught both Nesta and Emerie's attention. Nesta beheaded the traitor as he pulled his sword out. Azriel fell to his knees as he attempted to stop her bleeding. His hands were covered in blood after only a second of covering her stomach. He knew what it meant and it felt as though his heart was being shredded. Nesta knelt on the other side of Gwyn as Emerie protected them. Nesta grabbed for her face.
"You are okay, Gwyn. It's barely a scratch. Azriel is going to fly you to Feyre and she will heal you." Nesta's matter of fact tone began to calm Azriel. They had a plan. Gwyn would be fine.
"Fuck, it hurts." Gwyn managed to splutter out with a laugh. She coughed up blood as she said it. Nesta and Azriel shared a look.
"You are okay." Azriel was unsure of who Nesta was trying to convince by repeating that. He did not have much time to ponder that before the abrasive female turned to him. "You can fly her to Feyre right?"
It was dangerous. He would have trouble fending off attackers while carrying Gwyn. He had to try though. Tonight may end with all of their deaths. Given that there was not a safer option, he had to risk it.
"Hurry up." Emerie seethed as she shot the last of her arrows. She quickly switched to her sword as an onslaught of new enemies rushed towards them. Azriel adjusted Gwyn as he lifted her into his arms. Before he could take off, Nesta placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Nes!" Emerie shouted. Nesta went back to fighting and Azriel shot up into the air. Dodging attacks was much harder than he anticipated. He wished he could winnow but he had drained too much of his power to successfully accomplish that. An arrow skimmed the side of his calf when Gwyn finally spoke up.
"Mates huh? Who would have thought?"
"Shhh. Save your energy."
"I have always had a thing for you, ya know? I figured you would know since you are the spy master and all. Might as well tell you anyways since I am about to die." She rasped out. Her hand was resting on his neck and if he was being honest it made his heart skip a beat. Even if they were in the middle of a war.
"Do not say that." He found himself snapping. "You are not going to die. You are fine."
A small lovely smile from her distracted him for only a second when an arrow sliced through his wing and he felt them falling to the treacherous grounds below. He attempted to land on his feet, but the hole in his wing made it exceedingly difficult. He wrapped himself around her so that he could take the brunt of the fall. Azriel was already trying to reach out to Rhys to bring Feyre to them as a backup plan. They must have been busy because there was no answer. A warrior raced towards them with a sword. Azriel was too injured to fight as easily as he should have been able to. Before he could even rise to his feet, an arrow sliced through the females throat. Azriel looked behind him to see Emerie and Nesta racing towards them. A sigh of relief left his body.
“Gwyn, are you okay?” He had to check after their rough landing.
“Never better.” She choked out. He went back to covering her wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
“New plan. You are going to ride back with Nesta and find Feyre to heal you.” He was feeling frantic at this point. Gwyn would only get worse as the faebane worked its magic and he would not be able to live with the fact that he could not save her.
“Hey Azriel,” she had never called him by his full name before- only Shadowsinger or Az. “I love you. You have been my closest friend and I just realized I have never said it to you before. But I want you to know that I do love you.” Her breathing was harsh and her words came out raspy. Azriel had longed for the day to hear those words, but he knew that Gwyn was saying them as a goodbye and he hated that.
“Stop talking. Save your energy.” Another of Koschei’s fighters popped up only to be downed by another of Emerie’s arrows- she must have found more somewhere.
Two more charged towards them. Azriel ripped silver majesty from Gwyn’s holster and simultaneously threw her dagger and truthteller. It sliced through both of their throats. Nesta and Emerie were almost here. He just had to protect her a little longer.
“Az,” she began again.
“Stop distracting me.” He did not want to be harsh.
He promised he would make it up to her with sweet words when they made it out alive. She grabbed his hand roughly searching for his attention. The connection between their hands sent a spark through him. He finally looked at her. Blood covered her mouth and hands, sweat plastered her hair to her forehead, her eyes were looking a little glassy, and her pale skin was even paler than normal. He knew what this meant and could not stop the tears that flowed from his eyes.
“It is okay.” Gwyn whispered as her hand came up to caress his face. “I will find you again in another life.”
“Gwyneth, I lov-“ Azriel was interrupted by an ear shattering scream.
“No!” Nesta was looking behind them.
Azriel’s head whipped back to see a female charging for them faster than he could block in his weakened state. He accepted his fate then. Gwyn and him would find death together. He squeezed her hand tightly and waited. Nothing happened though. He looked behind him again to see the female had been taken out by a winter court soldier. He peered more closely at the soldier- only to realize he was dead. Nesta and Emerie finally reached them. Nesta was wearing the mask. Azriel knew this would end in disaster. Rhysand strictly forbid the use of the dread trove in this war. He knew that Koschei was searching for it and as long as it was locked away then it was safe. Nesta might as well have delivered it to him on his door step.
“Nes, what are you doing? Koschei-“ before he could finish though, Nesta was rushing to Gwyn’s side already cutting him off.
“Koschei won’t come near me as long as I have the one weapon that could kill him.” She pointed to Ataraxia- her made weapon that was sheathed on her back. Nesta grabbed Gwyn by the face, forcing her attention. Emerie stood guard again. It gave Azriel some faith that Nesta had a plan to save Gwyn.
“I am going to fix this, okay? Gwyneth Berdara I will not allow you to die today.” Nesta’s tone was final and absolute. Azriel finally saw the harp in her hand. He watched as Nes placed a kiss to Gwyn’s cheek and then she pulled the last string.
In the next moment, Nesta was forcing Gwyn to drink what appeared to be blood- Feyre’s blood. He knew then that the harsh female must have paused time in order to obtain the blood. What was no time at all for them, must have been forever for Nes. He noticed that the fighting had completely stopped. Whether it was because the undead soldiers were enough to overwhelm Koschei’s forces or because of something Nesta did during the time pause, Azriel would not ask until he knew Gwyn would live. Emerie was on her knees, lifting Gwyn’s head to rest in her lap. Emerie began brushing pieces of hair away while whispering something in her ear. Nesta watched intently while squeezing Gwyn’s hand. Azriel realized he was mirroring Nesta’s movements. He also was squeezing Gwyn’s hand while watching her intently. Her eyes were closed, but the wound on her stomach had finally closed. It felt like eternity before her eyes began to flutter open. A weight lifted off Azriel’s chest- an all-consuming weight. They all waited for Gwyn to speak before celebrating though.
“Hey.” She managed to cough out. Emerie shouted with glee as she peppered kisses all over her face. Nesta threw her body over Gwyn’s in a desperate attempt of a hug. Azriel felt the urge to shove both of them off and gather Gwyn into his lap for the worlds longest hug. He resisted though because he knew how Nesta and Emerie were feeling. It was how he was feeling- grateful for their best friend to be breathing.
“You are in so much trouble. I cannot believe you let yourself get stabbed!” Nesta yelled at her and then proceeded to hug her again. Azriel just squeezed the hand he still had a hold of.
“We are going to force Azriel to train you so much harder because of this just so you know.” Emerie cracked a smile as tears still poured down her face.
“Sorry.” Is all Gwyn could manage. Azriel could no longer hold out. He lightly nudged Nesta off of Gwyn, then he pulled her into him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and tucked her head under his chin.
“I fucking love you Gwyneth Berdara,” she pulled away to look up at him with big shocked teal eyes that were brimming with tears. “But if you ever pull that shit again, I will personally ensure that you train everyday for at least five hours.” She immediately started laughing. It was like music to his ears. His shadows, who had been moving so chaotically since the bond snapped in place that he chose to ignore them, finally calmed down. It was as if her laugh proved that she was going to live. One stray shadow reached out to caress her cheek. She sighed into it.
“Blame yourself,” she started joking which only eased the tension in his body even more. “I was distracted by the mating bond.” She pulled away to give him a genuine smile that tugged at the bond. It was so beautiful it hurt.
“Mating bond?” Emerie screeched. Gwyn laughed again. It was music to his ears.
Gwyn grabbed him by the face and pulled his lips to hers. He could hear Nesta and Emerie squealing- so in contrast to the battlefield they were currently sitting on.
It was by far the best kiss he’s ever had. The bond was singing as were his shadows. Blood that still covered her mouth was smearing onto his, their sweat was wiping off on each other, and the dirt caked onto his hands were getting in her braid as he held onto the back of her head. It was not the best circumstances for a first kiss, but he did not care. It was beautiful and magical and every other positive adjective that he could not think of. A swipe of her tongue against his was electric. His shadows had never sung to someone as they had her. They broke apart and the smile on Gwyn’s face was worth every hardship he had to endure to get to this moment.
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