#so I think a lot of Shadows would also grow protective over you and I think that's so very sweet

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

The Princess & the Spy

Warnings: angst, death

A/N: Hello everyone, I’m back! It’s been a couple of years. I wrote this at 3 a.m, so bare with me.

Summary: Y/n is the princess of Vallahan. Her father joins the king of Hybern during the war and Azriel is sent there to spy. He meets y/n and uses her for information. When she finds out, she’s angry, heartbroken and decides to join the war with her father.

Word count: 1.58K

In recent days, escalating tension caused by the inevitable war the king of Hybern planned against the mortal realm spread. The king of Vallahan was rumored to have aligned with Hybern. Despite the growing support for this alliance within Vallahan, princess Y/n remained against it. She actively tried to swat her father but to no avail. Reluctantly, she attended the war strategy meetings at her father’s behest, though she always sought a means to evade them. One night, as she slipped away from yet another meeting, she encountered a mysterious figure lurking in the shadows. As she moved closer, she was met with a handsome male, who was taken aback the minute she laid eyes on him.

“Are you new here? I have never seen you before” she inquired, her lips curving into a tentative smile.

“I- I am… kind of” the male stammered.

“I rarely have the opportunity to meet new people. I’m Y/n” she introduced herself, extending her hand.

“Your highness” he bowed respectfully “I’m Azriel”.

“I see you’ve heard of me. I had hoped otherwise” Y/n remarked, a tinge of disappointment in her tone.

“Of course, you are the princess of Vallahan. Why is it that you don’t want to be recognized?” Azriel inquired with genuine curiosity.

Y/n sighed softly “Because the moment people find out who I am, they start treating me with formality and- and distance”.

“I see” a gentle smile appeared on his face “May I ask a favor of you?”

“Depends”.

“If you keep our encounter a secret, I promise to return and engage with you on a more casual level” he offered.

“Alright. Your secret is safe with me” her eyes sparked with excitement, but little did she know that her trust just made Azriel’s mission a lot easier.

As days and weeks passed, Azriel would come and start a conversation with her , gradually coaxing Y/n to confide in him about the war discussions she detested attending. Unbeknownst to her, she began to harbor feelings for him, while Azriel, in turn, found himself unexpectedly drawn to her. However, their affection took a tragic turn one night when Y/n failed to appear at their customary location. Concerned for her well-being, Azriel , being a shadowsinger, inquired about her whereabouts and teleported to her chambers, only to find her in tears.

“Y/n?” He spoke softly.

“A-Az?” she was startled by his sudden presence.

“What’s wrong?” seeing tears in her eyes, made him feel something he didn’t wish to.

“How did you get in here?” She quickly wiped away her tears.

“That’s not important right now. Who hurt you?” He asked, stepping closer with concern.

“No one. It’s just… I am a fool. I thought that somehow my father would not join this war. Despite knowing his nature, I had little hope. I just- I don’t understand. I’m just tired and I don’t wish to talk about this today” she rubbed her face wearily.

“It’s alright. You are not a fool. You simply see the best in everyone” he hesitated before sitting at the corner of her bed.

“And look where that got me”.

Unsure if he should proceed, knowing that he’s also not as good as she thinks he, he decided to speak up “Y/n, there’s something I need to tell you”.

She turned to face him, curiosity all over her face “what is it?”.

“If I asked you to run away with me, would you?”.

She chuckled softly “You know I can’t. I have a responsibility towards my people”.

“But with the war looming, doesn’t that change things?” He hoped she’d agre, that she’d be out of harm’s way when the war started. When they had to fight her father, her people. He had hoped that he’d be able to protect her, to spare her, but deep down he knew. He knew that was not going to happen, especially since he’s been lying to her, manipulating and deceiving her all this time, she’d never accept once she found out the truth.

“There was a time when I wanted to run away, to go very far away and never look back. To be free, but I cannot, Az” she responded.

“Please” he pleaded.

“Why do I sense there’s something you’re not telling me? Why the sudden talk about leaving?” she moved closer, placing her hands atop his.

He took a deep breath before speaking again “because I’m leaving tonight. I’m returning home-“.

“Well, you can always come back” she interrupted.

“No, you don’t understand. My home is not here, it’s far away and I won’t be returning, at least not in the same manner” he clarified.

“Not in the same manner? Az, you’re not making any sense. If your home is far away, why were you here?” She withdrew her hands, but he held onto hers.

“I am sorry for what I am about to tell you and know that I truly am sorry for everything. It was not supposed to end like this. I initially came here to spy on your father and report back to my high lord. When you caught me and I realized who you are, I saw an opportunity and I took it. I know it was wrong, and I apologize. If I could take it all back, I would, but I can’t. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but you deserve the truth. When the war starts, we’ll find ourselves on opposite sides and I- I wanted to get you out of here. You’re not like th-“.

“Do not finish that sentence” she shook her head, trying to hold the tears from falling “I was a fool. I should’ve known. You- you… All this time I’ve been working for the enemy without knowing it, how am I supposed to face my people now? Get out! I never want to see you again” she declared, feeling something inside her fracture.

“Y/n, please. I-“.

“Leave. NOW! I don’t want to hear anything that comes out of your mouth. Leave before I call the guards” she shut her eyes, not knowing what she was hoping for: for him to stay or for him to do as she says and leave forever.

He was about to say something, but seeing how much pain he had caused her, he chose to comply. When she reopened her eyes, he had vanished, as though he had never been there. All the memories, the joy he had brought her, it was all a lie. Her heart broke into a million tiny little pieces that night. He left her the night she needed him the most. That night made her choice to join the war easier.

—-

On the battlefield she had hoped to encounter him. She didn’t know the extent of his power, she had only heard rumors about what he could do in the past two days. Yet, today, she decided she’s going to fight him. From a distance, she could spot two warriors that were distinct from the rest, and she knew one of them was Azriel. She fought her way to him and the minute she reached him, her heart sank. She still loved him, but she couldn’t back down now. She owed her people for what she had done. All that blood was on her hand. She gave him all the information he needed to attack and slaughter them. Even if she can’t defeat him, she’ll at least die with her people. As she reached him, he froze as his eyes met her. Azriel always knew what to do, but at the moment he was lost and he was afraid. She saw his hesitation and took that to her advantage and attacked him. He easily blocked her attack, but she kept swinging her sword at him. He kept in a defensive position, not wanting to hurt her by mistake, he has already done enough damage. Y/n was getting frustrated, trying harder and harder to land a blow on Azriel, determined to defeat him. He moved with precision, effortlessly blocking each blow she aimed at him, his movements a silent plea for her to stand down, but she would not yield, her determination fueled by rage and hurt. That rage was controlling her, blinding her, making her vulnerable. With a swift motion, Azriel disarmed her, his blade halting just short of her chest as he held her at bay “this doesn’t have to end this way” he urged, barely able to speak, his heart aching at the sight of what she had become. In that instant, she realized she could never defeat him or erase him from her heart. He had won twice, and she refused to let him win again. With that, she knew the only way out…she moved forward, letting the blade pierce her heart.

“NO!” Azriel screamed, retracting the blade immediately. Blood filled her lungs and covered her chest. As she began to fall, he caught her, his hands soaked with her blood “why would you do that?” He whispered, cradling her in his arms.

“It was the only way. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop loving you. I couldn’t let you win” she caressed his cheek.

“Stay with me” he pleaded, holding her tighter.

“It’s alright. I-I for-give-you” she uttered with her dying breath, her hand slipping from his face.

“I’m sorry” he repeated, bringing her lifeless body closer to his chest, his forehead resting against hers

#acotar #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel fanfic #acotar fanfiction #acotar angst #azriel angst #acotar fic #azriel acotar #azriel fanfiction #azriel x you #azriel x y/n #acotar x reader #acotar x you #acotar x y/n #acomaf #acowar #acosf #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #shadowsinger x reader #azriel fic #angst #azriel x oc #acotar x oc

[cerise-on-top]

Hii you know how you wrote about reader getting hurt because of their job please could you write that with graves or nikolai x

Hey! Sure I can!

Graves’ and Nikolai’s S/O Gets Hurt Because of Their job

Graves: On the outside he may seem calm and collected, but on the inside he’d be seething with rage. However, he won’t show you how angry he actually is, keeping it all to himself instead. He needs to be the big, strong man in your relationship, so he needs to keep his cool in front of you, no matter what. I don’t think he’d be too surprised you’d have gotten hurt, though. While he may have hoped it would never happen, that was just wishful thinking. You’ll either be on Shadow Company’s medbay or in the best hospital he can find nearby. Either way, you’ll be well taken care of. If you’re at Shadow Company, then he’ll station some of his most competent and trusted people to take care of you for the time being. You will be protected by them, and you will get whatever it is you may need from them as well. Or anything you may want, really. No cost is too high for Graves while you’re in recovery. While he may try to make time for you as well, he really does, he will also have someone track down whoever hurt you. This person will then be abducted to Shadow Company for a rough time. Graves himself would take care of them, and he can be pretty effective when he wants to be. However, if you’ve recovered by then, and are among the more vengeful people, then you’re more than welcome to do as you please with the bastard yourself, Graves has no qualms about that. In fact, he’d welcome you doing what you need to do. An eye for an eye. I think he’d become a bit more protective of you afterwards. If you’re okay with it, then he’ll leave you in the hands of some of his Shadows since he can’t always be there for you. If it was up to him, he’d combine you with his work and have you just live on base with him so he could always keep an eye on you, but you likely wouldn’t agree to that. It may seem a bit overbearing, but he will reach out to you more often and does expect you to respond within a few hours, or else he’ll get worried and send someone to check up on you, even if you’re alright.

Nikolai: While Graves may be furious, Nikolai is entirely calm about all of this. Yes, you got hurt, but seeing him panic would likely only worsen the state you’re in. He is well aware of the fact that you will pull through, he made sure of that himself. However, he won’t do anything drastic until you’ve recovered completely. That way your perpetrator has enough time to kill themself before he has to take action. Naturally, you mean the world to him, so any violence against you will not be excused. Nikolai runs a PMC, so he knows what he’s doing, he knows how to deal with violence. Violence for violence is the rule of the beasts and Nikolai’s cruelty is akin to that of a starved animal. However, that can wait until you’re alright again. He’ll visit you every day, even stay at the hospital, and bring you gifts, tell you stories and keep you company otherwise. But he won’t mention the plans he has for the sorry fuck who hurt you, those are for him to know and for you to never find out. Once you’re home again, going about your day, he will seek out the bastard himself and drag him to some place in Siberia. As mentioned before, Nikolai can be cruel when he wants to be, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he let that person run aimlessly around Siberia for a few days, hunted down by him and his people, only to capture and torture them later. Death is a kind of mercy that is not for them, though, so he’ll keep them alive for the time being. They almost took you from him, there’s nothing they could ever do to make up for that. They’ll be a new chewing toy for Chimera until they die for one reason or another. Nikolai won’t get too overprotective, but he will be keeping a closer eye on you. He won’t station one of his people in front of your home when he’s away, but he will try to make more time for you. Calls become more frequent and he will try to find some excuses to spend more time with you, even if it’s just by video chatting with you when you have the time. He won’t freak out, but he won’t forget about that incident either.

#cod #cod x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #cod nikolai #cod nikolai x reader #I was thinking about wanting a request for Graves again not too long ago so this came at an ideal time #they're both very powerful people who are also war criminals and not afraid of breaking every law in existence #so yeah they'll have their fun with whoever hurt you #thinking about an angry Nikolai scares me so bad actually. he'd be so calm and quiet and that's just the most terrifying thing to me #if you're in an especially bad condition then I think Graves would become more strict with his Shadows #he knows he shouldn't be like that at work but he can't help it since he's just that worried about you #he's usually a fun and caring boss but he'd become very different when you get hurt #of course he'll go back to normal once everything is alright again but you being hurt would hit the Shadows pretty hard as well #I like to think he does talk about you to his Shadows so they definitely know who you are #and just by hearing about you most of them would like you as well. especially because Graves loves you this much and they like him a lot #so I think a lot of Shadows would also grow protective over you and I think that's so very sweet #I always liked to think that the people at Shadow Company were very close with each other #especially because Graves is a good boss and makes sure the work climate there is ideal. despite the war crimes #Graves is actually a pretty fly guy in my eyes. he's just cocky but he does worry a lot about his Shadows and you deep down #he loves his Shadows and he loves you too

[redheadspark]

Trust

Summary - Azriel takes his son flying for the first time

Warnings - Fluff with a hint of smut

Author's Note - I am thinking of turning this into a series with Azriel, the reader, and their son! Let me know if you want to see a series for it!

“Today’s the day!  Are we ready?”

“You should be asking his mother that very question.”

You grinned as you turned around to see both Feyre and Rhysand standing together, hand in hand as they were watching for your reaction.  But their eyes were down to your hands that were clenched tight together, almost in a death grip.  It rang bells in Feyre’s head, she immediately walked over and took your hands together in her own to make you unclasp your fingers.

“You alright?” She asked, you nodding and taking in a long breath as she spoke once more, “It’s going to be fine, okay?”

“Nothing will happen, you have my word,” Rhysand vowed to you as he too walked over to place a reassuring hand on your arm to give you some sense of comfort, “I’ll be there for every moment of it, I promise.  And you know your husband wouldn’t let anything happen, not on his watch.”

“I know,” You said to him, reaching over to squeeze his hand, “I know it’s going to be fine and you both will be there.  It’s just….this is a lot.”

“It is,” Feyre hummed in agreement, her warm smile giving you a sense of comfort as she leaned against her mate and husband, “’ I was feeling the same thing you’re feeling with Nyx.  But I knew deep down he was easy, and so is your son,”

You were both excited and dreading this day for some time, excited since you knew it would be a life-changing day for not just your child but for your family, and dreading since it was a sure sign that he was growing up on you.  He was only 4 years old, yet you could remember the day he was born and how he came wailing into the world with a pair of lungs and a thirst to live.  Your pregnancy was not ideal, nor was it something you would ever regret.  Nor did his father, who was beyond excited to have his own little family to love on and to nurture.

His father and your mate, Azriel. 

You two grew up together as Illryians, you were one of the very few female Illryians that was born into the Illyrian training camp.  Although your mother died in childbirth with you and your father abandoned you because of the loss of his mate, your cousin was Rhysand and his own mother took in. She was the mother you needed, both nurturing and stern with you when you needed it, but she also taught you all you needed to know in order to survive the Illyrian life.  As a seamstress, she also taught you the trade and you were making dresses alongside her as you got older.

She sheltered you and protected you, made you feel a motherly love in a cruel world.  It was then you met Cassian and Azriel, two Illyrian boys who became close to you and your cousin Rhysand.  They both were wild, filled with that boyish charm and thrill, and you grew to love them instantly.  Especially Azriel, who caught your heart from the moment you saw his hazel eyes that were etched in pain and torment from all he went through with his own childhood.  Yet he was kind, sheltered with his own feelings, and willing to bond with Cassian and Rhysand as If they were his own blood related brothers.

You both fell in love with each other over time, there was no way of stopping the sensation of being in love with him as you two grew up side by side.  He loved you with all of him, showing you the sides of him that would hide in the dark and would never be seen by others.  Although Azriel thought of you as the rays of the sun along his shadows and a lighthouse in the chaos of a storm, he was afraid that you would run from him and think of him as a monster.

He was far from wrong as you kissed him under the stars when you two were teenagers.  He knew then that his heart belonged to you and you alone. 

Years came and went, tears and torment threatened to take the two of you apart, but you two stayed together and never lost one another along the way.  When Rhysand was taken Under the Mountain, you were left in charge of Night Court because you were blood-related.  It was a heavy burden to carry on, but you weren’t alone.  You had Cassian, your other cousin from the Court of Nightmares named Mor, a wise yet intimidating being named Armen, and of course Azriel.  They all were behind you running Night Court and keeping it safe from the enemy’s hand.  Especially Azriel, who was your backbone and your words of wisdom when things were rough.  Most of all, he poured out his love for you when he knew you needed it, when you missed your cousin, when you felt unworthy yourself.  You did the same to him, constantly loving him and making him feel so important and adored as you knew he was.  

Your mating bond came easily one night when you two were deep in your lovemaking.  His hands along your body, his hips rolling deeply against yours to bring you that pleasure you have been craving and needed from no one but him, you both felt that snap when you were about to orgasm.  It was as if The Cauldron itself snapped inside of you and that bond was seeping along your veins.  Azriel felt it too, gasping for air as you both orgasmed at the same time and your bond was singing in happiness and joy.  As you two clung onto each other in happiness and in euphoria, you knew your life was forever changed because of him and no force would take the two of you away from each other. 

So many years came and went: Rhsyand coming back as the High Lord of Night Court and finding his mate in Feyre, fighting against the human king Hybern to keep your Court and the citizens safe, there was finally a moment of peace for you and Azriel.  You both were settling down in a small little house outside of the city.  Azriel wanted a peaceful life with you, he knew you both needed it after going through stress and agitation.  It was always the two of you for so long, which was what you both craved as the topic of growing your family came about.

Azriel knew you were hesitant since birthing Illyrian children was no easy task, let alone being pregnant with a Illyrian child.  It was brutal, over half of mothers never survive in childbirth.  Your mother was part of that statistic, and Azriel would never dare to loose you in such a way. You were mostly afraid of what could happen to you and the baby, talking to Azriel about it in hopes of wondering how he felt about bringing a child into the world. All you two knew was the way of children in the Illyrian world, a world that was cold and filled with avoidance and distance.

“If we are meant to be parents, then we’ll make it a happy home,” He reassured you as you both were sitting side by side on the front porch of your home, holding you in your arms as you were looking at your matching wedding rings, “Our home will be loving, something we both need from all we went through.  But let’s not dwell on children now, I wanna simply be here with you, okay?”

“Okay.” You replied, feeling him kiss you on the cheek as you both watched the moon hanging high above.  It always was on the back of your mind, but Azriel was right.  You two needed some year alone together to simply build back up what was almost lost thanks to the Battle and the harshness of your childhood. 

But come to find out, a few months later, you were with child.  And your son, Alec Rhysand, was born.

As if on cue, you heard a cluster of feet coming from the hallway of the House of Wind, the three of you looking to see the cluster of beings coming down the hall.  You beamed from seeing them, massive smiles on their faces and excitement in their laughter and giggles.  Nyx was leading the group, dressed in his small leathers that were a gift to him on his birthday by his father a year ago with his raven hair swept over his bright eyes. After him was Cassian in his leathers and his mate Nesta, their toddler daughter named Rose on Nesta’s hip who was babbling away with her bright wavy hair. She was an exact carbon copy of her mother, down to the nose and the grin that seemed both infectious and genuine.  

“Big day today!” Cassian said with a pep in his step as Rose saw you, screeching for you as she grabbed at you with her little fingers.  You giggled, taking the little one in your arms and snuggling her as Cassian gave him a big hug, “It’s a great day to learn how to fly!”

“Perfect weather conditions,” Rhsyand hummed in agreement, “And I think the balcony is the best place for Alec to start,”

“Can’t I fly with him, Dad?  Please?” Nyx asked in earnest as he ran over to Rhsyand, hugging his father around the legs with his violet eyes pleading with him.

“Remember our deal?  Let him fly with his dad first and then we can join them, okay?” Rhysand reminded his song, who grumbled and nodded his head.  Rhysand chuckled and ruffled his hair with his fingers, “You watch, before you know it he’ll join us for our nightly flights,”

“Hey!” You said to him as Feyre slapped his shoulder.

“When he’s bigger!  That’s what I meant!” Rhysand said in defense.

“I’m surprised Azriel is letting him fly,” Nesta commented to you as she took her daughter back in her arms, “But, I think it’s great.  I bet he’s been looking forward to taking Alec flying hasn’t he?”

“He has,” You said lightly, “He hasn’t stopped talking about it for weeks.”

If you were hesitant about letting your son fly, Azriel was the opposite.  In fact, he was looking forward to having his son in with the sky, sole because he knew nothing would happen to his child when he was there with them.  Azriel was an amazing father to Alec, loving him from the moment Madja helped bring him into the world and placed him in Azriel’s arms.  You saw the shift in your husband's eyes as your baby was whining and wiggling in his hold, his tiny wings and dark hair made him look just like his father and it made you cry in happiness.  

He made every milestone with Alec memorable, from his first steps to his first words. Azriel never wanted to miss a moment, wanting to give his son the childhood he wish he had himself.  It was making up for the lost memories he never had, the lost moments he wanted with his own mother but was taken abruptly to be replaced with pain and torment.  Not with Alec, he would make it filled with love and kindness along with joy and warmth.  All you could do was simply stand back and see Azriel's love on his son, holding him close if he would cry, tucking him into bed with a kiss on the head, even laughing together after wrestling in the grass.

It was the childhood Azriel wanted for himself, but now he was giving it to his own boy.

“There he is, the boy of the hour!”  

You all turned to see Azriel walking down the hall in his Spymaster leathers and a big grin on his face.  But by his side, holding his fingers in his hand, was your four-year-old Alec.  

Alec had his father’s dark locks and tan skin, but your bright blue eyes that Azriel knew were pure gifts from The Cauldron.  He was simply perfect and had a nervous smile on his face as he saw you.  His face brightened as he waved at you shyly.

As Azriel and Alec made it to you, you knelt down to open your arms to your son as he huddled in close to your embrace.  His wings, which have grown in the past year and have been deemed strong enough for flight, were tucked tight against his backside as you kissed your son on the head and felt him giggle. 

“How are we feeling about flying today?”  You asked him as you pulled away and looked at his eyes.  He bit his lower lip, looking down at his feet for a brief moment before he showed you his bright blue eyes that were mirroring some hesitance and worry.  

“I’m nervous, momma,” He said to you, to which you hummed and framed his face gently with your fingers.

“And remember that it’s okay to be nervous?” You reminded him, seeing him nod his head.  You kissed the tip of his nose, “You are ready, Alec.  And I know you are going to be amazing at flying, you need to trust your wings.  They will not steer you wrong, okay?”

Azriel knelt down next to you, peering at his son with his soft smile that he would always use on his son.  Alec would hang on his father’s every word if he could, thinking of Azriel as the center of his world and beyond.  There was no doubt they both had a bond together since Alec was a baby, Alec fixing comfort with his father most of the time and Azriel never hesitating in helping his son through anything.  

“You are strong, Alec.  I’m going to be up there with you and not leave your side, just like we practiced at home.” He said to Alec, who nodded his head.  You knew they were practicing constantly at your little home, Azriel showing Alec how to stretch and strengthen his wings to get him ready to hove off the ground.  You showed your son with your own wings, Alec watching in amazement as his mother hovered off the ground and landed gracefully on the grass with ease. Even before that, when he was still a toddler, you would take Alec in your arms and fly around your home to both show him how flying felt and to bring in ease.  

It was a core memory, Alec as a small toddler snuggled against you as you would soar in the sky and see him watch with his big blue eyes.  Azriel would fly next to you, being ever protective of his wife and son as you hear Alec giggle in excitement and coo in joy.  To watch his son bathed in the night sky and amongst the stars, held by his beloved wife and mate of centuries, it brought more love to Azriel than he ever felt before.  

After Madja checked his wings and gave you both the green light to let him fly, Rhysand wanted it to be a monumental day since it involved his nephew.  He wanted it to be on a warm Spring day, making sure the weather would be perfect.  You and Azriel were grateful for him, and you most of all since he was your Cousin and yet considered you a sister of his since you were children yourselves.  He protected you throughout your teenage years, praised you for keeping Night Court safe in his absence, and adored you when you and Azriel became mates and were married.  

Rhsyand walked over to open the balcony door, the warm spring air coming into the room as you were all filtering out onto the grassy terrace.  The massive view of Velaris below you was enchanting in the bright sunlight, with the glistening ocean not too far away bringing in the sea air with ease while Azriel walked with Alec in his hand to the middle of the grass.  You stood at the side, biting your lower lip as Rhysand squeezed your shoulder with ease.  As much as you wanted to be there to help him fly as well, you knew this was a moment with only Alec and his father.  You never minded it, knowing your mate would do this perfectly with your son.  

Azriel knelt in front of Alec, his shadow licking around his arms and wings to be ready for protection as his massive wings were sprawled out and ready.  Alec watched, his father’s wings were bringing a shadow in front of his tiny face as Azriel nodded at his son.

“Get your wings ready,” Azriel instructed him, Alec nodding and rolling his shoulders.  His own wings with some muscles seen started to stretch out, mirroring his father’s wings and he kept holding his father’s hands tightly in his own as Azriel grinned.

“Good, you’re doing good,” Azriel said to him in a soothing tone, “Now, concentrate on your wings and let them move.  You can do it, buddy.  Just take in a deep breath and take your time,” 

Your heart warmed instantly from hearing how Azriel was talking to him, seeing his hazel eyes look at his son with love and patience as Alec slammed his eyes shut and tried his best to make his wings work.  Everyone else was waiting on bated breath, not wishing to move and break the moment that was in the air.  This was a sacred moment, a right of passage that was going to be remembered for the rest of one’s life.  You and Azriel talked about it over and over, wanting it to both be perfect and filled with positivity for your son.  

A redo to what you both endured as children.  

Cassian was the first one to react, then his mate, and after Feyre and Rhysand.  Gasps were heard, along with sharp intakes of breaths and murmurs.  You were the last, fat tears were streaming down your face at the sight of your son how hovering over the grass with his toes barely touching the ground.  His wings moved easily, naturally even, while his father was watching with the biggest smile on his face.  

“Alec, open your eyes, baby.  Look,” Azriel said to him as he held his son’s hands.  Alec, with some reluctance, opened his blue eyes.  His eyes went huge, looking down to see himself hovering and he giggled.

“I did it!  I did it, Daddy!” He said in glee as he looked at Azriel.  Azriel smiled widely, pride was all over his face as Alec looked over at you still he was still hovering off the ground with his feet kicking in giddiness, “Look, momma!  I’m doing it!”

You were freely crying at this point, covering your mouth with your hands and smiling in pure ecstasy.  It made your heart swell to see such a moment with not just your immediately family, but your Found family too.  It was healing all the pain you had in your heart and in your past that seemed to go away, that healing was coming in small waves and not slowing down.  Rhysand helped you heal, and Azriel helped you heal. 

And now, your son was helping you heal.

“You ready?” Azriel asked Alec, getting his attention again as Alec nodded in excitement.  Azriel’s wings were now active, making Azriel hover up a bit and bring Alec along with him with his little wings trying to keep up.  They were now a few feet up from the ground, still holding each other’s hands as Azriel guided Alec to be nose-to-nose with him.  You were more in love with him all the more, watching him guide your own in the best way he could.  

Azriel’s shadows were now hovering around the pair of them in a protective bubble, they were still visible amongst the shadows with ease as your husband and son were still watching each other. You felt through your mating bond that Azriel was proud of his son, how happy he was to see his child go through a great milestone, and how much love he had in his moment.  You were mirroring it yourself, knowing Azriel would feel it through the bond himself.  

“You are strong, Alec Rhysand.  Let your wings show you how strong you are,” he reminded him calmly.  Within a few moments, Azriel was releasing his hold on Alec’s hands, letting Alec fly with no help and nothing else aiding him.  Azriel was hovering right in front of him, his own hands were shaking from the sight but he was nonetheless grinning from ear to ear with pride etched all over his face.  

“Atta boy, Alec!” Cassian cheered as the others were grinning and clapping, “You’re doing great, kid!”

“Well done!” Feyre said in a clasp of her hands as Nyx was bouncing on his feet in excitement.

“You did it, Alec!  You’re flying!” Nyx shouted with a cup of his hands around his mouth.  Alec was giggling in pure joy, no longer shy or afraid as he was looking around at himself and noticing his wings were already flapping in ease.  But of course, his eyes were looking over to you as he gestured wildly to you.

“I’m doing it momma!  Look, I’m flying, momma!” He said with a massive smile.  Rhysand kissed the side of your head as Azriel look at you two.  You both were sharing a mutual feeling of pride and love for your son as the others were cheering him on and encouraging him to keep going.  You were dreaming of this day for years, dreaming of your future child being free in their own wings and loving the thrill of flying.  Not the fear of it, not the fear needing to be sheltered away from whom they were.  It was a new time for you all, and this was a sure sign of a bright future.  

Come on, babe.  Come fly with us.  You heard Azriel say in the bond as Alec was now reaching out to you with his fingers, still hovering in front of his father but his eyes were pinned on you.

“Come on, momma!  Fly with me!” He pleaded.  It was like a siren call that you could never stray from, that you could never ever turn your back on no matter how hard you tried.  Seeing the two loves of your life wishing for you to join them was all you could ever need in this life that was now filled with brightness.  You moved away from your family, stretching your wings as you took flight with ease.  Your wings were sighing relief in being in the air, you grinning as you met your son and husband in the air.  Instantly, Azriel’s shadows stretched to be around you now as the three of you were in your own world together.

“You’re doing so well, my darling boy,” You cooed as Alec, whose wings were flapping faster now, “I’m so proud of you!”

“Me too, Alec,” Azriel added as Alec was watching him, “Now, follow me.  Nice and easy now, okay?” 

You were behind Alec as he was following his father at a snail’s pace, but was not showing any signs of slowing down or getting tired.  Neither of you noticed Rhsyand, Nyx, and Cassian taking to the sky as well and making high circles above the three of you.  But you were simply focusing on your son, who was having the time of his life in this milestone. Every struggle that you had, every nightmare you experienced thinking that you would never see the light at the end of the tunnel, none of that was there anymore.  

You saw positivity, positivity and hope.

“He’s fast asleep, the poor thing is tuckered out,” You heard Azriel inform you as you were perched on the terrace of the House of Wind, grinning from ear to ear as the warm spring night was all around you in Velaris.  The glittering city below you was still alive and filled with energy as your husband joined you.  The rest of the home was quiet, Rhysand and Feyre winnowed back to the River House leaving Nyx to sleep with Alec in one of the guest rooms.  Cassian and Nesta were in their own room for the night with Rose, leaving you and Azriel alone together and enjoying the view in peace.

You were standing against the railing, wrapped in a night robe as you felt his shadows lick against your neck and arms as a way to show his presence.  

“He had a big day today, along with you,” you said as Azriel pulled you in his arms and pressed his head into yours lovingly.  Breathing him in always brought you back to your center, feeling his toned muscles along your fingers made you feel safe and secure once again.  Even after all of these years of being married and mates, he always knew the best way to hug you to make you feel loved. 

“We both did,” He reminded you gently, you grinning as he searched your eyes, “And I know how far we both have come to be here, so I wanted to tell you how proud of you I am,”

“Az,” You said his name in a weka tone, though he hummed and shook his head.

“You have been so strong for so many years, saving this Court from downfall, saving me from being lost.  I know I’m not the same person I was when I was young when we met, and I owe my life to you,” He proclaimed, you feeling fresh tears in your eyes while he wiped your tears gently with his soothing fingers “Our son is a reflection of you, my love.  And I know I’m not one for saying how much I love you—“

“Hush,” You soothed him, hearing go silent instantly as you pressed a soothing kiss to his lips.  He leaned into you, kissing you back just as gently as you two were drinking in the quiet moment together. 

Once you pulled away from his lips, you nuzzled his nose against yours as you spoke once more, “You have loved me with no restraint and nothing holding you back.  I don’t ever wish to have anything else replace your love for me, Az. Not in this life or the next, you have been and will always be everything to me and our son.  I’m so proud of you too,”

Azriel smiled, the moon reflecting off his beautiful eyes as you two were still wrapped in each other’s arms from simple yet powerful words of affirmation.  It was always like this with the pair of you, building each other up from the depths of pain and lack of self-worth.  You saw the light in each other, the hope that was nestled deep inside and neither of you gave up on the other.  It took a hard road, and plenty of arguments and fights, just to stay strong for one another.  

Because of that, you have this new life, a beautiful and perfect son, and it felt as if nothing else could damage that.  

You reached down to lace your fingers one another, clutching his palm to yours tightly as you grinned widely at him.  Leaning in to barely touch your lips to his, you whispered, “Come fly with me,”

And he did, the pair of you taking to the sky and soaring amongst the stars with the city below, your love showing no abandon or no diminish. 

The End.

Tagged - @valeridarkness

#azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #azriel x you #Azriel #acotar fanfiction #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of silver flames #azriel spymaster #azriel x oc #azriel fanfic #azriel acotar

[moronkombat]

Hey! Could I get some headcanons about how Syzoth would be as a dad? I seen that you aren't well so take as long as you need to do them. I hope you feel better soon! 💚

tw: pregnancy

Syzoth is ecstatic at the news of his partner's pregnancy. He couldn't be hearing happier news

Actually breaks down into a sobbing and crying mess on his knees

The tears are for both joy and despair. He rejoices over this new found life but also apologies to the family he had failed to save

Loss is not unknown to him and he will never be able to truly live with the knowledge of his family's death. It is simply a part of him now

While he may, at times, feel conflicted about the pregnancy (feeling guilty for being too excited), Syzoth is, overall, in good spirits

He uses a lot of that guilt as motivation to protect his partner and their unborn child

Speaking of which, Syzoth is often worrying about your health and safety. He is terrified something horrid will befall you and your vulnerable growing child

Syzoth hovers around you frequently. At times, it feels as though he is standing right on top of you with how close he is

Truth be told, he doesn't even notice how clingy he is being with you. Wherever you go, he will follow

You need to get up and get something from the next room? Syzoth is your shadow. You want to take a bath? Now Syzoth does too. There is no alone time

Speaking to him about his worries has him apologizing but unsure of what to do. He is just so terrified of tragedy happening

He would really value a partner who understands this and accepts his methods, however overbearing they may be

Now, when it comes to the symptoms of pregnancy, Syzoth is at a loss

It is exceptionally different than the process he is used to but Syzoth is curious and motivated to learn

Finds it odd that a baby is carried inside until birth and questions how that can even be comfortable

His partner would laugh and tell him it's not exactly comfortable and something in him seems to flip

Never does he want his partner to be unwell so he tries his best to comfort you throughout your pregnancy

These attempts are...mildly successful. While he tries to cook for you, he is very much so not great at it

When he wants to rub your feet, he's a bit too stiff and rough or flat out ends up tickling you

He begins to feel quite down on himself for being unable to help much but he will be reassured by his partner

Obsessed with your stomach from the very start to finish. He is always hugging you around your waist

His favorite place to be his right next to you, arms locking you there

Eyes are closed and a cheek is pressed against a stomach that seems to grow more with life each day

He listens and waits, hoping maybe he will hear the soft chirping of his child. It is what he's used to after all

Instead of sounds there are sensations. The movement of your child shifting or lightly kicking is felt for the first time

Both you and Syzoth feel it together. How could you not? He is always clinging to you

His eyes widen and he looks to your stomach, puzzled. The wide eyed expression is...quite cute you think

Through a small laugh you tell him that he felt the baby kick and Syzoth is just in awe of how wonderful that is

He's quickly asking when the baby will kick again and you almost don't have the heart to tell him you aren't sure

Syzoth loves to lay his palm against your stomach. He feels connected to the baby when he does so

He will often hum very lowly as he rests his head against your midsection; a behavior that is popular among his kind

Syzoth would explain that the humming of a parent will sooth offspring while they grow

As delivery draws near, Syzoth becomes increasingly worried and agitated

He begins collected blankets, pillows and even debris from outside in order to build a nest as he is nervous about the baby being warm and having a place to sleep

Syzoth really fuses over making this little nest, wanting everything to be perfect. You decide to wait and tell him about the crib you ordered

When the time comes, he is a mess. He's pacing back and forth, terrified if you will be okay

The child between you two is...a hybrid and he isn't sure how easy the delivery will be on you

Labor is long and arduous with scares coming and going but all of those seem to dissipate when a small but strong cry is heard for the first time

The doctors let Syzoth hold the baby for a moment and he can't comprehend the small infant in his arms

He stares down at their screaming and wiggling form before he feels dampness at his cheek

He's crying, he's sobbing and then he is smiling. Syzoth holds your baby so close to him and says "I'm your dad! I'm your dad!" again and again

The doctors feel remorseful having to take the infant away and Syzoth is basically looking over their shoulders as they work

Syzoth would rush to his partner's side "Did you see? Did you see him? He's perfect, he's so wonderful!" and now he is crying again

All he wants to do is take you and your newborn home, bundle you two up in a nest and watch over you

Well, it turns out with Syzoth being the one bundled up and doting over the baby while you watch contently

Syzoth absolutely adores his child and is seldom to leave their side, humming next to them while they sleep and watching over them too

He thanks you over and over for giving him a family again. He tells you that he will never let you down

When the baby isn't sleeping, Syzoth is usually carrying them around. If he can't hold them then he will put them in a little makeshift wrap around him

You find the sight endearing and make sure to take lots of pictures of them

Syzoth wants to bring the baby absolutely everywhere you and him go. He is eager to show his child the world

His goal is to keep his family safe and happy. Nothing will ever stop him from that

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat fanworks #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat headcanons #mk1 #mortal kombat x reader #syzoth #syzoth x reader #syzoth x you #tw: pregnancy

[crispywaffles2]

Hi I have a request! How about macaque and wukong (separate) acting over protective after if finding out their (female) s/o is pregnant? And how would they act throughout the whole pregnancy?

Please and thank you!

Hi! Of course I can, thank you so much for requesting! I'm not really versed in this particular field of romance or the struggles that it comes with, so I apologize if a lot of these seem out of character or unbearably tropey!

Overprotective Macaque & Wukong with a Pregnant!S/O

Macaque:

The moment it's revealed that you're pregnant he's tweaking out

He doesn't know how to be a dad what the heck

But he also can't deny that he is kind of excited at the prospect of being able to take care of your child!

Or children?

Oh my gosh what if it's twins-

He's seen mortal babies and toddlers walking about in the streets with their parents, and he's well aware of how.. tiny... and stupid... and vulnerable they are

He never much cared for it, thinking that mortal children were weak for not immediately coming into the world with powers or some sense of right and wrong

But it's different with his child! He can't let the tiny, stupid, vulnerable kid in your stomach get hurt!

Rest assured that he's rearranging furniture to make it easier for you to maneuver around

He insists on going out with you everywhere, and if you were to ever voice that you were getting tired of it, then he'd eventually relent...

Maybe send a clone or two to watch you in the shadows without your knowledge, but other than that he'll leave you alone!

He will glare at anyone who's eyes linger on your growing belly bump for too long, giving them a silent warning not to come to close

He'll throw down his cape over a small puddle, gesturing for you to safely cross. He says it's a joke, but really he wants to look like a gentleman in front of you

Despite his overprotective nature, he will not fulfill your cravings without question

"A what?? Why on Earth would our baby need to eat that?? They probably don't even like it!"

Other than your strange food requests, he's happy, eager even to help fulfill anything else

Worried about the stretch marks forming in your stomach? He'll tell you about how they remind him of battle scars and shows off his scars to you to make you feel better

"See? We're both warriors."

In pain from bad cramps? He's secretly panicking and making bad jokes while tending to you because he's nervous.

Stays by your side all the time just in case you start feeling pain. He wants to be there for you

Secretly reads books and looks up videos for first time dads when he thinks no one is looking

He's a warrior! A master of the shadows!

Sly, cunning, teasing, playful, sure!

But a father?

He couldn't even picture himself holding a baby

When the delivery finally happens he is such a Karen

Might as well hire him as a doctor, considering how he practically tried to deliver the baby himself

Eventually though he composes himself and stands in the corner fidgeting nervously

He's never been one to cry, not even in his brotherhood days, but the tears that welled up in his eyes when he held your child couldn't be helped

Instinctively starts trying to groom the baby

It's all over now. You're not pregnant, and the baby is finally here

He's still pretty protective of you, and his child even moreso

All that he could think as he looked into the eyes of your writhing, still slightly damp, baby was those nine months of making frankly disgusting foods were worth it

Wukong:

Absolutely flips when the bomb is dropped that you're pregnant

He genuinely doesn't know what to do

He's not sure if he should be excited that he's going to be a dad or worried that he's going to be a dad

We all know Wukong is protective of those he loves and carries a guilty conscience about including them in his messes

He knows that pretending he knows what he's doing won't get him out of every situation. He knows how many messes he pulls people into. He knows that his lingering 'do now ask questions later' mentality can put those he loves in danger

And now he has a baby too??

It takes a bit, but he eventually starts to warm up to the idea

He's the monkey king! And he'll teach his child to be better than him. Stronger, smarter! Well, not that much stronger because then he wouldn't really hold the crown the one of the strongest beings and he would not be able to handle that

Still though, he'll raise this baby and change his ways doing so

He's cartwheeling all over the place after a while just from pure excitement

Trust and believe this man is NOT reading any baby books or watching any videos. He doesn't need some mortal telling him how to raise his kid. He's the Great Sage

Whether that's a good or bad thing is up to interpretation

He'll rant to his monkeys about all of the things he'll teach the child, and he does it with so much excitement that even they get pumped up

Will try to speculate it's gender and appearance with you

"Maybe it'll have your pretty eyes and my handsome jawline! Or maybe it'll have your hair and a little tail like it's dad!"

Makes little baby toys out of sticks and leafs

He is actually super overprotective of you, but tries to pretend he's just being casual

"Where are you going? Not that I care or anything... You're trying to go to the store?? Babe, you should totally just.. stay here with me. I can make one of my clones do the shopping."

Will furiously stammer and insist that he's not worried about you if you ask

He knows you can handle yourself! It's just... You're all pregnant and vulnerable and round and he's such a worrywart about you!

He thinks that if anything even gently bumps your tummy the baby won't grow or something, so he's constantly paranoid

Rearranges furniture so it's easier for you to get around

He even cleans up just to lighten your load a bit! He must really love you!

He's actually super eager about people looking at your belly bump in public and will absolutely go off on a tangent about how his beautiful partner is about to have a beautiful baby and it's going to be beautiful

But if someone gets a little too close to you he will not hesitate to push them down or maybe accidentally give them a broken wrist if they reach out to touch your stomach

Is confused about why everyone isn't literally bowing to you while you're walking the streets

Genuinely got upset when you two were walking through a crowd and he had to hold you because people wouldn't just part for the pregnant woman walking through

"What?? Ten dollars for this? You do know my partner is pregnant right? This should be free for her! Everyday is a struggle for her! You'd have no idea what she's been through and you're charging her ten dollars-"

He's an absolute Karen

Suggests putting a pillow over your stomach

"That way you won't bump into anything and our child can be cozy!"

Because Wukong is an absolute hazard in the kitchen, he's concocted a crazy amount of different foods

He has no problem fulfilling your strange food requests and even eats them with you

"Oh my goodness! I love crab cakes with syrup!! I'll make some for both of us bud."

Has like three different emergency plans for when you're in pain

The moment you lurch forward or let out a groan he's on it

With a snap of his fingers his monkeys are all marching over to help you sit down in a single file line

He sits there and soothes you as best as he can while his monkeys scamper around trying to get anything you request

When it's finally time Wukong is genuinely confused, thinking that it's just contractions or something, but you keep yelling at him and saying "IT'S TIME!!"

Time for what?? Lunch or...?

Thinking the baby is talking to him through you, he hoists you up on his somersault cloud and zips off

When the doctor gives him a strange look and tells him you're just about to have your baby he freaks out

He tries to help in any way he can, holding your hand, breathing with you

Offers to help with the delivery of the baby

"Oh, looks like it's a bit stuck. Need a little help there bud?"

Losing his mind in the corner of the room but trying to play it cool for you and the doctors.

"Why is it slimy?" Are quite literally the first words that come out of his mouth when the baby is delivered

When he finally has his child in his arms he's all over it

Kisses, cooing, holding, hugging or even just staring at it

He may not know much about being a father, but he will try his best to teach his child not to go down the path he did because he already loves it to the moon and back

#lmk #lmk x reader #sun wukong lmk #wukong x reader #lmk macaque #macaque x reader #lmk headcanon

[miniwheat77]

Shadow. (König x Reader.)

!CW! SA, NSFW, reader is assaulted, blood, violence, panic attack, p in v sex, smut, (let me know if I missed any.)

Fem!Reader

(Summary): Reader trusts the wrong person and König comes to her rescue.

I seen a fanart of König with a cleft lip and decided to write about it. Also, sorry if I used the pet name Sheep a lot I just think it’s so cute :p

A breath leaves your lips as you sit at the edge of your small cot.

Discomfort and a heavy feeling of dread weighted down on your chest. You hated this feeling you felt, but you felt like you had no way to stop it.

For months, a man named Justin had been your friend on base. You talked to him constantly. He joked with you, you did the same. You talked about all kinds of different subjects with him, until early hours of the morning getting to know him.

Recently though, he’d been acting a little funny. A little more touchy than usual, placing his hand on your thigh, shoulder. Sometimes he’d touch your hair. He’d called you hot once or twice, usually as a joke. You’d shrugged and laughed it off before, assuming it was just innocent joking. But recently it’d been almost every day. Calling you hot, finding any excuse to make a comment about your body and how he felt about it. It started to make you uncomfortable and as you tried to distance yourself from him, you seemed to only run into him more often. You didn’t think you’d ever given him a reason to feel this way toward you, to think you were interested in him. But you have to remember, he is a man, and sometimes this is just how men can be. You’d never flirted with him or even shown him any sort of affection outside of a friendship.

You told him a few times to stop, shrugging him off. He seen you becoming distant and that’s when it went even worse. You didn’t realize, there was a shadow over your shoulder. Admiring you from afar, noticing the way Justin made you uncomfortable.

For the next week or so, he notices you trying to avoid Justin. Learning his patterns and seeing you’ve set your schedule to be the exact opposite.

After a long day of work, your shadow is passing by your room. You and Justin are outside, and he decides to wait. He knows he shouldn’t eavesdrop, but he can’t help it.

“Justin. You have to stop okay? I’ve told you countless times to please stop.” He raises his hands in surrender. “Okay. Okay. I will stop.”

He is growing angry as he stares upon the both of you, but it’s hidden behind his hood. The demeanor Justin wears shows no remorse. You can’t see it, but your shadow could. He could see all over Justin’s face that he had bad intentions. Once you two part ways, he walks away. A deep pit growing in his chest. He knew this wouldn’t turn out the way you thought it would, but there’s nothing he can do about it. He makes his way back to his small room. It’s all he could think about. He worried about you greatly. Sure, he didn’t know who you were too well. But you were one of his own. And that’s all he needs to protect you.

So that’s what he’d do.

———

Justin walked along the hallway. You’re following behind him, dread growing in your chest. He “had something funny to show you” so you were following him down a dark hallway. You were going to a part of the base being unused as there weren’t many people on base at the moment. When you step inside the empty room, Justin closes it behind you.

Unaware of what lurks in the shadows, just outside the door.

You look around, seeing an almost bare room beyond you. That’s when it clicks what’s going on. “What’s so funny you had to show me?”

You spin around, looking at him. He begins pulling off his vest and jacket. “Nothing funny, just needed to get you alone.” You cross your arms. “Not funny.” You try to pass him, but he pushes you back. “Nothing is funny here. Just.. here to show you how I can be of service to you.”

“I already told you, I am not interested in you in any way.” A dark chuckle leaves his lips. The room is fairly dark, blinds have been closed. You’re looking around for anything you can use as a weapon for your oncoming attack, you know it’s coming. You can’t avoid it. You kick yourself for not bringing your sidearm. But up until this point, Justin was someone you could trust. You didn’t think he’d do this. A deep breath leaves your lips. “Let me go.” You say. Your dominant figure began to falter under his burning gaze. He was tearing you apart with his eyes, and it made you feel small. Something you never expected to feel at the eyes of one of your own. For Christs sake, you fought terrorists all day, but couldn’t stand your ground to him? What the hell.

One moment of weakness, one single second of not paying attention and he’s tackling you, the back of your head hitting the ground with the most god awful cracking sound you’ve ever heard. Your ears are ringing, dazed. Your vision is blurry and you try to pull yourself out of it. When you pull yourself out of your damaged state, you start fighting him off as he claws at your clothing, ripping your shirt open. You try to squirm out of his grasp, but the back of his hand meets with your face in a harsh slap, stunning you even further, your nose beginning to bleed. “Stop fighting me. This is happening and there’s nothing you can do. No one can hear you. Scream all you want.” He grins, evil smile.

He grasps the hem of your pants trying to pull them down your legs. “No one is com-“

The shadowy figure lurks in the dark hallway, looking through the rectangular window on the door. He’s massive, eyes bore through the glass and his face lay emotionless as he lifts his foot. One mediocre kick from the massive man sends the door flying open, slamming into the wall and busting into the drywall. One stride has him standing a few feet away, as Justin scrambled to stand up. You crawl backward, using the bottoms of your feet and hands to crawl away. You fix your cargo pants. Seeing the death glare the shadowy man is sending Justin. The terror in Justin’s eyes brings you joy. Just a couple more strides, and in your blurry vision, you see he grasps tight hold of Justin. You let your head fall back into the ground, the sound of him wailing on Justin is unbearable. You want out, want to reverse time and never become friends with Justin.

Hands touching you make you jump, trying to get away.

“It’s okay.”

His deep voice is soothing. Tears filling your eyes. He’s trying to lift you up but rather, you jump onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck as the first sob leaves your chest and he holds you close to him. It was König. He was the one in your shadow, watching over you. König was taken back by your sudden affection, unsure of how to react. Right now, he understood that he was your savior. That you were finding comfort in him and he knew not to push you away. “Did he hurt you?” He asks. Accent filling your ears, that accent was safety. “My head.” You still after taking a couple deep breathes. He lifts you up, propping you up onto a wooden desk stored in the corner of the room. He notices one of your ears have begun bleeding which isn’t a good sign, and it concerns him immediately. “I’m going to take you to the infirmary, Liebling. I will get the captain and talk to him about what happened, okay?” You nod your head. König has on a jacket underneath his vest. He quickly takes his vest off, unzipping the jacket and passing it to you. You could see his fit form underneath his shirt, but you can’t focus on it. You slide on the jacket, swimming in it. It was huge but it had to be to be able to fit his form. While you put on his jacket, he’d put back on his vest.

He lifts you up again, walking down the hallway with you. He pushes past a few people, asking what had happened and he shakes his head. He knows how bad this looks. You’re wearing his jacket, blood down your face from your ear. His knuckles are bloodied from the beating he’d unleashed on Justin. But he doesn’t care. The only thing he cares about right now is your safety. He pushes through the infirmary door and walks into the room to an open bed. He sets you down on a small cot in the infirmary, one of the medics rushing to you quickly, worried about a head injury. “I’ll be back Y/N. I’m going to talk to the Captain.” He grasps your hand, trying to soothe you in your panicked state. You nod your head. “What happened?” The medic asks. “Sgt. Ramsey attacked her. Tried to assault her.” He tries to say it as quietly as possible.

Her eyes widen. And she slows her touch, knowing the last thing you need is someone frisking you any further. He releases your hand and leaves, glancing back. Your eyes are following him as he leaves the room, eyes still full of tears as your glance burned into him. He shouldn’t leave. He should stay. You didn’t want him to go and he could see it in your eyes. But he does, this needed to be taken care of. He exits the infirmary door, walking toward his Captains office and reaching it in just a few strides. He knocks. “Come in!”

“Ah. König. What can I do for you?”

“Sgt. Justin Ramsey lured Y/N into one of the back rooms in the unused barracks and attacked her. Tried to assault her.”

His Captain is taken back. Silence fills the room. “Show me.” He stands up. He follows König down the hallway. They pass the infirmary and your Captain peeks in, seeing you in hysterics as the nurse tried to hook an IV up to your arm. “Jesus Christ.” He closes the door quietly. König continues down the hallway. The door is still open, the wood where the latch was had been split open by the forceful kick König had given it. Justin still lays where König had left him. Small spatters of blood from his forceful punches still surrounded him. “Your work?” Captain says.

König stays silent. “We’re going to have him on the first flight out of here. This fucking behavior is so unacceptable.” He shakes his head. Justin stirs as the Captain shoves him with his foot. He sits up, eyes widening as his eyes meet his Captains. “On your feet soldier.”

Justin stands up immediately. “Care to explain?”

“She wanted it. Practically begged for it.” A growl rumbles in König’s chest and he steps forward, his Captains hand raising to block him. “König caught you in the act. I know that’s untrue.”

“She led me on. She wanted it.”

He shakes his head.

His captain grasps hold of his shirt, slamming his back into the wall behind him. “Tell me why I shouldn’t leave this room and let König here finish the job. Hm?” He’s seething. “Y/N is one of your own. Your sister. And you do this to her? She’s shown you nothing but kindness. I could bury you, say you died in action and nobody would even fucking know your name, hm?” His words are laced with anger.

“That girl is in agony in the infirmary. She’ll think about this incident until the day she dies because of some scumbag.” He draws him forward, slamming him into the wall again. “You’ll be on the first flight out of here. You’re hereby removed from my base.” He releases his shirt, picking up his radio to call on other Lieutenants to come get him. “Go make sure Y/N is okay König. I’ve got this from here.” König nods his head, quickly walking away. When he arrives into the infirmary, you’re still fighting the medic. Your eyes meet his and he can see the desperation, begging. You needed him. The only person you felt safe with at this exact moment in time was König.

He saved you, he was your savior right now. He sits down next to you, grasping hold of you and pulls you into him. “You have to let her do what she needs to do Y/N.” He breathes and you nod your head. Every time you closed your eyes his evil face is all you could see. You hated it. You felt like an idiot for trusting him despite making you so uncomfortable. König could hear Justin yelling in the hallway as they escorted him to another room to keep him there, and he could see the fear rising in your eyes. He places his hand over your ear, pulling you into him. His chest muffles the other and you start to relax. The nurse hooks the IV up as quickly as she can while you’re still, calmed by him soothing you. When the IV is on and she’s taken the blood she needs, and than hooking up fluids for you. Your panic attack would dehydrate you fast and you were refusing water. König makes sure the hallway is silent before allowing you to move. “Are you okay?” He breathes.

You nod your head. The adrenaline from your fight or flight was starting to wear off. Your racing heart was stilling in your chest. “You’re okay. Everything is okay.” He mumbles to you.

The medic disappears, König doesn’t know to where, as she didn’t say anything. But he stays there, right by your side. “I don’t know what I did.” Your voice is unsteady. “You did nothing wrong.”

“I had to have,” a hiccup comes from your throat and you’re trying to be calm, but find it hard. “He-he wouldn’t have done that- if I hadn’t done something wrong.”

He grasps your chin, moving your head to look at him. “Evil people don’t need a reason to cause suffering, sheep.”

Your lip quivering shatters his heart right in his chest and he pulls you into him again.

“What are you thinking?” Your captain looks at the medic who’d gone to request something.

“Two to three week resting period, for the both of them. I assume they stay in the same room, this is a traumatic time for Y/N.” She breathes, looking through the glass on the door as König comforted your shaking form. “The only person she’ll find comfort in for a while will be König.” He nods his head. “I’ll have some of the other medics put together a room for the both of them. They’ll go on a 2 week rest.” He nods his head. She smiles. “They need it.” He walks away, and she steps into the room. You’ve finally calmed down, heavy eyelids that wouldn’t dare close because of intrusive flashbacks. You’ve got a tight grip on König. He wouldn’t leave anyways, but your grasp on him wouldn’t allow it.

König has seen this before. One person latching onto another after a traumatic event. He always thought he’d find it annoying, but at this moment. He doesn’t mind. He likes the way you feel, soft and comfortable against him. He was safe, and the warming feeling he felt made his heart thump in his chest. He was comfort, he was safety. That means everything to König.

“She’s got a small lesion in her ear from her head, but she’ll be okay.” She pulls the IV out, she’d been giving you fluids, worried you’d dehydrate yourself from your panicked state but you’d be okay. “The medics have put together a room for the both of you to stay in. You’ve been placed on a 2 week rest.” König nods his head. He helps you to the other room. Your legs are shaky and your eyelids are still heavy. When he opens the door, there’s two beds. One in each corner of the room. Extra MRE’s and other small items are in the corner as well as Y/N’s items they’d brought from her room. His stuff was there too. “It will be okay.” He tries to soothe you. “Try to get some rest, you will feel better tomorrow.” He breathes. You nod your head as he helps sit you down. “It’s going to be cold tonight, keep the jacket on okay?” You nod your head. “I’ll go into the bathroom so you can change.”

You nod your head, realizing you still had on your cargo pants. He disappears into the bathroom that was adjacent to his bed. This was meant to be a quarantine room. But it would work for this too.

König looks at himself in the mirror, a deep breath leaving his lips. He wanted to kill him for doing that to you. Seeing you in such hysterics shattered him. He hated it. He knows how horrible you must feel. Someone you trusted, had been so close with. Had betrayed you, had hurt you. König always watched from afar of course. You were a stunning girl, how could he not? But he always had that swelling feeling of jealousy whenever he seen you with Justin, smiling and laughing. He always wanted to be close with you, but he didn’t want it to happen like this.

He’d just have to thank Justin for being an idiot and letting you fall right into his arms. After a few more minutes, König opens the door. He walks out slowly to make sure you’re finished dressing yourself. When he sees you’re laying on the bed, facing toward the wall, he comes out completely. He makes his way over to his bag, digging through his bag until he could find his clothes to sleep in. He didn’t mind sleeping in his mask, he’d done it before. He can hear your breathes steady. Steady deep breathes, telling him that you’ve fallen asleep. He sighs. He makes his way into the bathroom, changing. He’s got on a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. He was worried. He wanted to be there if you woke up. Once he finishes changing he opens the bathroom door quietly, moving slowly to get to his bed. He lifts the blanket over himself. His eyes started to grow heavy as he laid there. Facing you.

He doesn’t know how long it is. Doesn’t know the time. It’s dark in the room. But he wakes up to you shaking him. “König?” Your quiet voice asks. “Yes love? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Can I lay with you?”

“Of course.” He grasps you, pulling you down onto the bed next to him. He wraps a tight arm around you, your back up against his front. His arm is wrapped around your waist. You’ve got a small grip on his arm. Finding comfort in him. It doesn’t take long until the both of you have fallen asleep.

When König is stirred awake, it’s because he dreams of you giggling. But his eyebrows furrow when hears it more than once, but this time. He’s staring into the darkness of his eyelids. His eyes snap open, and he turns to see you kneeling down by your bed. He rubs his eyes, pulling the blanket off of him and throwing his legs over the bed. Feet laying flat on the cold ground. “Y/N?” He asks. “What are you doing?” He asks. You smile. “There’s a lizard.” You grasp it in your hand, cupping it with your other hand. “Want to see?”

He narrows his eyes. “Sure.” You step toward him, moving one of your hands.

He flinches as it runs up your arm quickly. “Jesus.”

“What, you’re not scared of it are you?” You ask. “No.”

“You wanna hold it?” You lean down. He stands up quickly, moving away from you, “no!” He says. He brushes himself off as you laugh at him. “Are you scared of it?” He asks. “What? No. I just don’t like.. little things like that. They’re weird.” He laughs it off. Blush growing on his cheeks in embarrassment. 6’10 man and he’s afraid of a tiny lizard. “That’s okay. To be honest, some things like that freak me out too.” You smile. “I’m not a huge fan of snakes.” You smile, grasping the small lizard off your arm and cupping it in your hands. Your effort to comfort König after realizing you’d embarrassed him doesn’t go unnoticed by him. He appreciates it. “Will you go with me to take it outside?” You ask. “Course.” He picks up his shoes, sliding them on quickly. He had a pair of regular lace up shoes for around base. “What about your shoes?” He asks. “Oh I don’t need any.”

He laughs, opening the door for you. You step outside and he closes the door behind you. He lays his hand on the lower part of your back to guide you to an exit.

“Ah. Y/N. König. Nice to see you both this morning.” Your Captain smiles. “Hello.” You say. “Nice to see you’re feeling okay Y/N.” He smiles. You step toward König as he pats your shoulder. “Don’t forget breakfast is in an hour.” He says, walking away. “Thank you sir.” König nods to him. Pushing you along once more. He holds open the exit door for you, and you step outside. Luckily the outside had a concrete pathway. You make your way over to a bush, König’s jacket nearly brushing the ground but missing it by a few centimeters. The lizard leaps off of your hand and disappears into the base of the bush. You stand up, brushing yourself off and making your way back to König. He’d held the door open so that you didn’t get locked out. He places his hand over your back again, guiding you.

You were so gentle. Such a kind person. He found it hard to imagine that you were in the military, that people had died at your hands. But he realizes just like with the lizard, you’re protective. You’d protect your brothers and sisters in the military just as you would anyone else. Because that’s who you were. A kind, loving person. He wanted to rip Justin’s throat out for damaging that. König’s eyes watch as a door opens, two people escorting Justin out. Headed right toward the exit you and König had just come from. He has to think quickly, Justin’s eyes rising to meet your frame. He grasps hold of you, pulling you into the entrance of another door. He pushes you up against the wall. “Look at my eyes and don’t move them.” He says, covering your ears with his hands. König heard Justin putting up a fight as they remove him. Once he hears the door shut and lock, he sighs. Holding you there for a minute longer than he should.

Your eyes burn into him, cutting through his soul like a knife. The feelings he had for you, they were abnormal. He shouldn’t be feeling this way for you. Your eyes are beautiful, staring back at him. He loved the way you looked at him, such adoration in your eyes. He finally releases you. And you step out of the room, he walks along with you to the room you’d been staying in. When you step inside, you wrap your arms tightly around him. “Thank you. For being here for me.” You breath. “I’ve got you. No worries.” He breathes. He loves the way you feel against him. So comfortable. “Go wash your hands, Schaf. Breakfast is ready in 10.”

———

Your first week spent alongside König was the most peaceful time you’d spent on this military base so far. You enjoyed his company. He was always nice to you, always so gentle. His little pet names for you made you blush sometimes. Sheep, bird. Little names like that. You knew this time would come to and end, and you wanted to enjoy it while you had it. You and König talked a lot, well. You talked the most, he didn’t tell you much about himself. He had a couple stories from being deployed in different places, his time in Austria. But other than that, nothing else.

A couple times in his sleep, König’s mask had ridden up. You knew you shouldn’t look. You knew it was wrong, he wouldn’t like it if you’d seen him. But you couldn’t help it. You smiled, seeing a small vertical scar by his lip. It took you a little bit to understand what it was. And you realized, König was born with a cleft lip. The scar was hard to catch, and you might not have even noticed it if you hadn’t seen the way the left side of his cupids bow came to a perfect wave, but the other was a little further down, not coming to a perfect wave. His lips were a nice shade of pink and you liked it. Liked the way it looked. You thought it was cute.

König stirs awake to the sound of the sink running, and when he opens his eyes, he doesn’t feel his mask over his face and he panics. It’s the middle of the night, he can tell by the small window at the top of the wall behind him, the sun wasn’t shining through. He scrambles to fix his mask. A lamp was on in the corner of the room, you’d seen his face. There’s no way you hadn’t. You emerge from the bathroom. “So you seen my face.” He startles you slightly. “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You breath. “It’s okay. Someone was bound to see it sooner or later.” You make your way over to his bed, lifting the blanket and weaseling yourself in next to him. “It’s okay. Your secret is safe with me.” You lift your pinky. He frowns. You grasp his hand, opening up his pinky and linking it with yours. “I pinky promise.” He rolls his eyes. He can’t help but smile at your childish antics. “Why do you hide it?” You ask.

“Because.”

I’m insecure.

You see it in his eyes. “I think it’s cute. It makes you who you are.”

“My entire life, people were mean about it. Tormented me for looking different. My parents couldn’t afford the surgery until I was older. The other kids in my school always avoided me like the plague because I looked different.”

You reached up, and grasped the edge of his mask. Pulling it up and over his lips. He grasps it, pulling it off completely. He was fucking stunning. Handsome. Sharp jawline, perfect nose. His hair was cut into a fade, the top a little longer than the rest. “I think you look perfect.” He blushes, looking down. Hating that you could see it. “Thank you.” He smiles. His teeth are perfect, bright white. You place your hand in his cheek. Leaning into him. You press your lips right on the scar.

It lights a fire inside of König. Cheeks burning as bright as the sun as he grasps you as you try to pull away. He watches your face for any discomfort. There’s none there, just your eyes staring back at his. His travel from your lips back to your eyes. He leans in and presses his lips to yours, and you lean into him. Kissing him. Your lips move against his, and your kiss seems desperate. You grasp hold of his sweatshirt. He feels the way you grip him tightly and takes this as a sign you don’t mind him moving further. He lifts himself up, pushing your legs apart and laying between them. He holds himself up with his arms, lips moving against yours. The room feels hot immediately and he kicks the blanket off of himself. When he pulls away, he’s breathing heavily, eyes staring into yours. “Do you want me to stop, bird?” He breathes. You shake your head. “No. I don’t.”

He grasps the hem of his sweatshirt, pulling it off of himself. Revealing his perfectly toned body to you. “Fuck.” He breathes. “You’re so perfect.” He groans, mumbling to himself in German. You reach down, pushing your leggings down your legs quickly. He grinds his hips into yours, bucking them gently as he feels you against him. He does the same to his own sweatpants when he can’t take it anymore. Pushing them down his legs and discarding them somewhere in the room. He breathes hard, revealing himself to you. Your eyes widen as you reach between the both of you, grasping onto his shaft. He’s massive. You pump your hand up him, guiding him into you. He stretches you, your wetness making it easy for him to slide into you. He growls out something else in German, but it’s quick and you miss it. A moan slipping from your lips as he bottoms out inside of you. “If you want me to stop bird, just tell me.” He breathes heavily. Gritting his teeth at how tightly you wrapped around him.

The muscles in his neck flexed as he tipped his head back. Groaning out as he draws his hips back before thrusting back into you. The intense sounds of arousal between you as he moved through your folds were sinful. Raw passion flooded the room as he guides his hips into yours, over and over. His size is intense, pushing you further than you’ve ever pushed yourself before. König has to soothe you, brushing his fingertips over your skin, reassuring you. “Such a good girl for me, relax. Give yourself to me.” He breathes. He had to, so that you wouldn’t moan out. So you wouldn’t give you both away. Nobody needed to know that he was buried deep inside of you. You were his and his only, only he needed to know about the ways your body reacted to him, soaking his cock as he thrusted deep into you. You were his to love on, you trusted him and he trusted you. Your nails rake down his back and he loves it, loves that you’re losing control on him. He holds back, wanting to fuck into you like a caged animal but knows you aren’t quite ready for it.

But you will be.

A harsh gasp falls from your lips when he bucks his hips into yours and he clamps his hand over your mouth. You moan into him. He leans down into you, eyes burning into yours. “Shhh.. you have to stay quiet liebe.” He breathes. “It’s okay, fuck…” he whimpers. “Give yourself to me. Give it all to me, want to feel the way you cum around me.” He groans out. Your gaze softens and he sees you falling apart at the seams, in the best way possible. He could so easily destroy you, fuck you until you’re crying, begging him to stop. But he doesn’t. He’s gentle and the perfect kind of rough. How someone as big as him could be so gentle was beyond you. You found it hard to breathe in, heart thumping hard in your chest as he edged you closer and closer to the brink. You were minutes away from falling apart beneath him. You lean into him, pressing a gentle kiss to his upper lip, beads of sweat transferring from your face to his. The small moment of compassion, showing him that his flaws didn’t matter to you. It warms his heart. When you pull away, you look back up at him. Staring up into his eyes as he once again raises his hand to muffle the moans threatening to fall from your lips. His eyes are fixed on yours and he’s watching, wanting so badly to see the way you fall apart beneath him. You pant into his hand and he knows you’re close, right on the edge for him. He takes slow deep thrusts, knowing exactly what you want. Knowing exactly how to push you right up to the edge. That ledge of pure bliss you were clinging onto. Clawing at the edges. You were trying to hold on for him, desperately trying not to miss the way he’ll look when he fills you. He takes another couple slow thrusts into your spongy spot, and you lose control. His eyes are fixed on yours still, and he watches the way they roll back into your head, only the white of your eyes showing for a few seconds before screwing shut. He barely muffles the cry that leaves your lips and he rides out your high, a groan leaves his lips and he tries to steady himself but he can’t, fucking into you harder than intended. He rides out your high, and on that final thrust, his hips halt.

He plants his seed into you, connecting the both of you. Tying your souls together in the tightest, unbreakable knot. He spills back out of you, flooding you with his cum. He groans out, resting himself onto you, trying not to crush you. He climbs off of you, the both of you moaning as he slides himself out of you. He lies next to you, panting. He pulls you into his side. Breathing out.

“I’m sorry if you weren’t ready, or if I pressured you.” He breathes.

“Don’t be sorry, König. I was ready. I loved it.” You breath, smile on your lips. “I like you König. More.. than I thought I could ever like anyone.” You breath. “I like you too Y/N. After deployment… would you… would you like to go on a date sometime?”

“I’d be more offended if you hadn’t asked that.” You smile. He reaches his hand forward, entwining his fingers into yours, fingers dancing against yours as you lay next to each other, complete comfort, and finding safety within each other. Your relationship would turn into much more, and you’d both soon find out in time. But for now, you had nothing but time to stare at each other.

He was your protector, he saved you. He was gentle and caring.

You were gentle with him, in the places he was hard on himself. You softened him where he needed it. You kissed his scar, and didn’t make him feel any different for it. You treated him the same.

He loved every minute he’d spend with you, and couldn’t wait for so many more.

#call of duty mw2 #soap mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #price mw2 #alejandro mw2 #captain john price #captain price #johnny soap mactavish #mw2 smut #könig modern warfare #könig smut #konig x reader #konig mw2 #könig mw2

[azriels-shadowsinger]

Brother’s Best Friend (Azriel x Reader)

summary: you are cassian’s sister and have a thing for azriel

wc: 1K

a/n: this is my first fic ive written for tumblr since like 2014 i think so sorry if its absolute garage. this is also not proof read at all and honestly i wrote this while tipsy bc ive been nervous to write again so i’m just saying fuck it i’m sorry :)

warnings: slight smut/suggestiveness

You always looked up to Cassian since you were little.

Like most big brothers, he has always been protective as fuck, especially with growing up in the windhaven camp and becoming solely responsible for you after your mother died.

He shielded you from so much in your childhood because he wanted the best for you.

Like many little sisters, you thought Cassian and his friends were the coolest males alive and wanted to follow them everywhere.

You basically had three big brothers instead of one.

They would try to include you as much as possible, but sometimes they did certain things that you definitely should not be around and would find some excuse to get rid of you.

But at the end of the day, the three of them would stand up to just about anyone for you to protect you. And they did.

They only let you join the snowball fight once and then kicked you out because it wasn’t fair that you only targeted Cassian the entire time and that Azriel felt bad throwing snowballs at you.

Also you were a child and couldn’t throw far enough to hit any of them, but they still say you suck at snowball throwing to this day.

When you got older, you desperately tried to ignore the rumors you heard about the boys around the camp. No one needs to hear about their brother’s sex life.

When the four of you moved to Velaris and after everything with Rhysand’s family, they were all very protective over you.

Over time, you and Azriel grew closer. His close friendship with Cassian led to you becoming closer with him than Rhys.

He is soooo protective of you.

So much so that no one bats an eye when he scares off any male that tries to court you, claiming they are not worth your time.

“I’m not overprotective, I just don’t think that any of these males meet your standards.” Aka his standards for you

Having a shadow or two follow you around became the norm.

You and Azriel start to spend a lot of one on one time together, platonically at first. You two are definitely the comfortable silence type.

Reading your separate books on the couch together was a common occurrence.

You spent years trying to ignore the shift in how you viewed Azriel.

Neither of you are quite sure when you realized the change in your relationship, but one day you became very aware of how attractive you find him.

The shy and quiet boy quickly became the silent and mysterious male.

And Azriel isn’t quite sure when you went from being Cassian’s kinda annoying younger sister to a vivacious female with curves he can’t keep his eyes off of.

The emotional connection had been there for centuries through friendship, but once it became physical attraction, you both knew you were screwed.

One night after drinking at Rita’s, Cassian asked Azriel to make sure you got home safe.

The alcohol inhibits both of your judgements and you both end up in your bed that night.

“You don’t know how long I have wanted to do this. No other male even deserves the chance to try to make you feel as good as I do.”

He was your first (again because he scared away every single male who tried to come near you) and it was fucking adorable

Waking up next to your brother’s best friend is a different level of anxiety.

You freak out and tell him this absolutely cannot happen again. You make an effort to avoid being alone with him.

But obviously Azriel is not content with just one night after getting a taste of you.

He spends the next several weeks slowly breaking down your walls with sneaky touches and whispering dirty things in your ear when no one is watching.

Eventually you cave and end up at his door one night, pissed at him for succeeding, but also practically begging him to fuck you again.

And again. And again.

It took no time at all for the actual feelings to be revealed between you two and to start secretly dating.

And from there it’s months of sneaking around and pretending to be just friends in front of others.

Az feels sooo guilty about lying to his friend but you don’t want to tell Cassian because you know he will freak out.

He asks you so many times to tell Cassian because he hates lying to him.

And Rhys is so suspicious of you two but doesn’t want to interfere.

Eventually Cassian catches you two.

He enters Azriel’s room without knocking one night to ask some stupid question and finds Azriel with his face between your legs. We all know Az loves eating you out so obviously.

Cassian is pissed.

As in, he tries to fight Azriel.

But Azriel just lets him and doesn’t fight back because he knows he fucked up by not saying anything sooner.

You start screaming and put yourself between the two of them to get Cassian to stop, which makes Azriel immediately move to cover you in case Cassian doesn’t react quick enough to stop.

Cassian sees how protective Azriel is of you and how you were willing to throw yourself in front of Azriel to defend him and realizes this isn’t just some casual thing between you two.

It takes a couple days for him to forgive Azriel for lying. He forgives you within one day because you always have been able to use your puppy dog eyes on him to get what you want.

Eventually Cassian accepts your relationship.

But he threatens Azriel that if he ever hurts you, he will do something so severe that Az wouldn’t tell you what he said.

Cassian still makes an overdramatic scene of gagging every time you and Azriel are affectionate in front of him.

Which only makes you do it more to piss him off because that’s what sisters do.

#acotar #acotar fanfic #a court of thorns and roses #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x female!reader #acotar fic #azriel acotar #bat boys #my writing

[ghostofskywalker]

The Galaxy Can Grant A Second Chance

Hunter/Fem!Reader

Words: 2,083

Summary: You didn't think you would ever see them again, but here they were, and you are forced to face the truth behind why you left all that time ago.

Prompt: "I'm not leaving. Not this time"

Note: this is part of the bad batch xreader exchange, which i ran! my prompt came from @knightprincess, and i had a lot of fun writing it! To the see the other fics in the exchange, check out @cloneficgiftexchange :)

i have not seen any of the bad batch season 3 at this point (my brain is hyperfixated on dimension 20 atm), so this is obviously set prior to that, but of course i like to imagine that crosshair eventually finds his way back to his family <3

Clone Troopers Masterlist

The first time you caught a glimpse of the Bad Batch through the window of the mechanic shop you worked in, you were fully convinced it was a hallucination. There was no way they were here now, it had to be a trick of the mind, a manifestation of some guilt you hadn’t yet processed. 

You had left no trace when you disappeared, there was no way they would be able to find you. 

If you had only seen them once, you might have truly chalked it up to some kind of exhaustion (this job certainly had hours different than you were used to working, along with the added stress of the Empire’s rule over the galaxy), but it happened again. This time hours later, you could see what looked like the back of Tech’s head and Wrecker’s hulking frame pass through the crowds on the street. 

As your stomach dropped, you rushed to the shop’s tiny windows, staring out as people walked along the street, trying to catch a glimpse while also keeping to the shadows. And after a few desperate moments, you felt comfortable confirming it: that the Bad Batch was indeed here, on the surface of Tatooine, and you didn’t know why. 

The note you left was more hurtful than you wished it had to be, but you didn’t want anyone trying to follow you. Did this mean they were actively tracking your movements, that they were risking their cover (and their lives) to find you? Or was this simply something of a coincidence, an unfortunate reality that neither they nor you had any part in? If you were too obvious about your presence, and their reason for being here wasn’t related to your disappearance from their ship, you were now risking everything you fought so hard to protect. The bounty on your head had been (and still was) growing exponentially by the day, and after a while you could no longer ignore it. The Empire had placed a hefty price on your head, and it was clear that they were willing to go to great lengths to get what they wanted, making your mere presence dangerous to anyone you cared about.

It was hard enough leaving in the middle of the night like you did, and you hoped that the forces at work in the galaxy would at least have the decency to allow you to grieve the loss of what could have been in peace, because Maker knows you already had enough guilt in your heart, you certainly didn’t need another reminder of the way in which you gave up the best life you’ve ever had. 

And then you saw him, and your heart stopped for a moment. 

Hunter had always been your favorite, and no, it wasn’t because you found his face tattoo incredibly attractive. The two of you had clicked instantly, and as much as you enjoyed hanging out with his brothers, you had a special connection with him. But the galaxy was nothing if not cruel, and it placed you both in a situation where things would never work out, because if you truly wanted more than just a platonic relationship with him, you would have to live with the fact that you were putting him and his entire family at risk with every second you stayed on that ship. 

Leaving was the hardest thing you’ve ever done, but you knew it was the best option. If something had happened to any of the Bad Batch, you would never be able to forgive yourself, and you would rather see them alive and hating you than the alternative. You thought that peace had already been made, that you finally came to terms with the fact that you lost a gamble on love for the price of keeping them safe, but apparently that wasn’t the case. 

Because here they were, and you were definitely not hallucinating. 

It wasn’t a good idea to keep staring out the window, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop, because this was something you never thought would happen, and therefore had no mental plan in place. 

They were standing across the street, and Omega was scanning her surroundings, as if looking for something. You tried to duck away from the window when you saw her gaze passing by, and you believed that your efforts were mostly successful, but after a while it seemed like she was staring in your shop’s direction more and more. After a few more minutes, you simply ducked away, resigning yourself to begin working on the speeders you had in the back room, because their owners would be coming to pick them up in less than a day, and you hadn’t really done anything yet. 

The day was otherwise eventless, and as the hours passed the feelings of worry, doubt, and anxiety in your stomach started to dissipate. By the time you finished up your repair job on some landspeeders, you thought you might have forgotten what happened this morning.

The bell in your front room jingled, signaling to you that there was someone who needed your help. “I’ll be there in a moment!” you called, quickly finishing up the piece of engine you were installing and grabbing a cloth to mop up the oil stains on your hands (with this line of work dirty hands were expected, but you also didn’t really want to accidentally get some grime on a potential client). 

When you stepped out in the front room, that cloth fell from your hands, and that rock returned to your stomach. 

The entire Bad Batch was standing there, with a full spectrum of expressions on their faces, ones that ranged from calculating (Tech), to smiling (Omega), to nonchalance (Crosshair, who you hadn’t actually met but had seen enough holopictures of to recognize on sight). Hunter stood in the middle of the group, and the look on his face could only be described as a mixture of anger and melancholy. 

You didn’t know what to say. How could you know what to say? How would any combination of words strung together in this moment effectively communicate what you were feeling? 

But it didn’t seem like anyone else was going to say anything, so you had to be the one to break the silence. “Can I help you with something?” You tried to sound professional, but some of your feelings broke through the script. 

Out of everyone standing there, you were shocked to see Crosshair speak up. “We need to have someone look at the central wiring on our droid. Is that something you do here?”

A little surprised at the way he simply inquired about your services, you wondered if the rest of the Batch had not told him about their prior time with you. You thought for a moment before answering. “I specialize more in land vehicles, but I know something about droids, depending on what kind you have. If nothing else, I should be able to take a look at it, and if I don’t have the parts to fix it I probably know someone who does.” 

You had suspicions about what the droid in question would be, because you of course remembered the temperamental gonk droid that also called the Havoc Marauder home. But time has passed since you had last seen them, so you didn’t know for sure if that was what Crosshair was talking about. 

“It’s a GNK-series power droid,” Crosshair said, and you were suddenly aware of all the others’ gazes on you. It was the same droid, but since everyone was acting like they didn’t know who you were, you weren’t going to cause any kind of trouble now. 

“I can definitely take a look at that,” you said, and the rest of the interaction went by in a blur. What felt like moments later you were left alone (after Gonky was brought into your work area), and the room fell silent. A whirlwind of questions spun around in your brain as you searched the rooms of the shop for the parts and tools you would need. 

Did they know you were here before they stepped in the door, or was this all some kind of terrible coincidence? 

If they did know you we here before they walked in, why didn’t anyone say anything? 

And finally, why did the galaxy have to torture you this way? 

Gonky made a noise from the other room, and you just sighed. Of course it wasn’t enough for you to sacrifice your future with Hunter for his (and the rest of his family’s safety), now you had to be reminded of your treachery in what felt like the worst way. 

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Thankfully you had all the parts necessary to refit Gonky for some new wires, and you communicated that in a message to the Batch, who promised to return in a few hours to pick up the droid. By the time the bells on your door jingled, you thought you were ready to face the people you abandoned once more. 

Until only Hunter stepped through the doorway, a solemn look on his face. 

This time, it was clear he wasn’t going to pretend that he didn’t know you. “Why did you leave?”

You stopped what you were doing, thankfully managing to hold onto the wrench in your hands so it didn’t go clattering to the floor. “I told you,” you said softly, not wanting to show any sign of regret, of weakness. You were still being hunted, and until the galaxy was free of the Empire’s hold, you had to be aware of that. Lying to him hurt, but you still believed it to be the only option.

“Two lines of scribble on a piece of flimsi isn’t enough,” he said. “And look, I’ve made my peace with things if you truly didn’t want to be around me anymore, but I need to hear it from you.” 

You opened your mouth, all set to force the lie loose from your throat, but you couldn’t do it. “It doesn’t matter what I want,” you said. “The Empire has put a price on my head, and I couldn’t stomach being the reason that you, any of your brothers, or Omega got caught.”

“Why didn’t you say that?” he asked. 

At this point, it was taking a lot for you not to break. “Because I thought it would be easier, for all of us. Things between you and me were getting more serious, and I knew I wasn’t strong enough to resist if you asked me to stay.” 

You expected him to respond, to say something about how they would protect you, how you would be safer all together, or for him to even to nod, take Gonky, and leave. You didn’t expect him to start laughing. 

“What?” Now you were confused. 

When he finally stopped, your eyebrows were raised. “You know we have a price on our head that’s almost double the one on yours, right?” 

“No, I-” 

But he cut you off. “Maybe it wasn’t when you ran away, but now? We’ve caused a lot of chaos that the Empire isn’t happy about. We’re actually looking for a way to lay low for a while, and since it was an accident running into you here, maybe you could give us some pointers?”

Well, that was one of your questions answered. There was a hopeful edge to his voice that you found yourself falling for, and you thought that even though you had bolted in the middle of the night, you found yourself foolishly hoping that maybe there would still be a future for you, with him. 

“I’ve got a pretty big place here,” you said softly, and the implication was clear. “I wouldn’t mind if you crashed for a while.” 

Things between you wouldn’t fixed in a day, a week, or a month. There was still work to be done if you ever wanted to get back to the way things used to be, and maybe that was impossible. But you were willing to put that work in, to help mend where you had broken when you slipped out of the ship in the dead of night all that time ago. 

“I’d like that,” he said, and the two of you stepped closer to one another, close enough for him to take your hand. “As long as I don’t have to worry about you running away again.” 

You laughed. "I'm not leaving. Not this time"

- the end -

#TBBE24 #tbb hunter x reader #tbb hunter #sergeant hunter x reader #hunter x reader #the bad batch x reader #clone trooper x reader

[thedragonkween]

Prince Nuada Headcanons! 🤍

Prince Nuada x gn!Reader headcanons. I recently watched Hellboy II and I couldn't help but simp. I wrote these headcanons on how I think a relationship with him would be, and I wanted to share them with you! We can always do with a little more Nuada love. I hope you like them, and feel free to add your own headcanons if you have any!! I would love to hear your ideas 💕

Also, these are safe for work!

Protective, protective, protective. This beautiful, lonely prince knows how cruel the world can be, how many dangers lie in it. Every time he cradles your face in his hands delicately, he silently vows to himself that he will protect you. For once in his life, he has finally found his light - someone who listens to his troubles, who watches curiously as he tinkers with mysterious elven technology, who washes and braids his hair when he can’t bother to do so. He will fight to the death for you.

He is the literal embodiment of “scary dog privileges”, so if you ever want to go for a walk or a run after dark, he will be there by your side, scowling at anyone who looks at you for a moment too long.

He looms over you like a shadow, always ready to push you behind him and shield you with his body if someone or something threatens you.

This is especially true when you visit the Troll Market. You had to insist for Nuada to take you with him the first time, but in the end, he gave in, unable to resist your bright, hopeful eyes and warm smile (you are his weak spot, after all). He agrees on two conditions: you are not allowed to wander on your own, and if something dangerous happens (such as a skirmish or if a creature bothers you) the trip will be over, and you will return to the surface immediately.

Luckily, nothing dangerous happened and you were able to experience the bustling, chaotic atmosphere of the market undisturbed. Unexpected bonus: Nuada always kept a large hand on the small of your back, ready to guide you or to tuck you in the safety of his arms at a moment’s notice should something threaten your safety.

He loves it when you watch him train. It makes him proud to show off his strength, to remind you of his immense prowess and, by extension, his ability to defend you. He always puts in more effort when he knows you’re watching (he can’t help it: your adoring gaze is much too adorable to resist). He wouldn’t deny you if you asked him to train you, but he will remind you that you won’t ever need to pick up a sword as long as he breathes.

Nuala loves you!! She is so happy that her brother has found someone who cherishes him the way you do. She can’t hide her smile as she tells you that she has never seen her brother smile so much (which isn’t a lot, but for Nuada, it’s huge). She can feel how much you mean to him. She will want to get to know the person who has bewitched her brother body and soul (*wink wink*), so expect her to invite you to spend time with her to get to know you better. She grows to be really fond of your presence and of the joy that you bring. She is yours and Nuada’s number one fan.

Sometimes, Nuada just stares at you. He takes it all in: your beauty, your smile, your kindness - just you. He used to think that humans were hollow creatures, incapable of showing empathy or kindness towards anyone or anything. But then you came along. You, so sweet, so ready not to treat him differently because of his past or his actions. He never stood a chance.

When you two are alone, he’s all over you. His preferred form of physical affection is through spoiling you with soft, delicate touches that always leave you trembling and craving more of his warmth. He will tuck strands of hair behind your ear if he wishes to better see your beautiful eyes when you’re talking to him, only to peck your lips unexpectedly when the urge to be close to you overtakes him. He is a legendary warrior who is quick to bestow death upon his enemies, but with you, he is as gentle as a soft breeze. His gentleness is a stark contrast to his power, but wholly welcome.

He becomes quickly addicted to kissing you. Your lips are soft and heavenly, how can he resist? He will usually move his lips against yours slowly, savoring the moment, one big hand behind your head so he can kiss you to his heart’s content, and the other tucking you against his chest. He loves it: it reminds him that you’re safe with him, protected against all the evils in the world. He won’t let you go until you’re sighing in bliss against his lips.

He will let you braid and style his hair. He loves the feeling of your smaller fingers running through his hair. To be touched so softly after a lifetime of war is heavenly. And moreover, he has to admit that, even if you are not a professional, the hair styles you choose for him always suit him. He appreciates both simple updos and intricate braids – as long as he gets to feel your hands and spend time in your presence, he’s happy.

How could I forget his markings? Nuada will let you run the tips of your fingers over the markings over his nose and temple – he is proud of his heritage and even more proud of you accepting his culture. Similarly, he will let you explore his battle scars: they are reminders that he has fought many battles and won, and therefore they are a testament to his courage and strength.

He will tell you about his culture, his people, and his language. He will even try to teach you a few words in Elvish, loving the way his tongue sounds when spoken from your mouth (also, imagine him telling you how beautiful or amazing you are in Elvish, loving the way you have no idea that he’s saying such intimate things to you). He is very proud when you listen intently to his stories and ask questions. He will feel honored that you show this much interest for his culture, further solidifying his belief that you are the one he wants to spend his life with. Also, expect him to use so many pet names in Elvish!! And then he smirks when you ask him what they mean – you won’t get a response until he's kissed you tenderly, the meaning whispered against your lips soon after.

All in all, I think Nuada has a lot of love to give under all his layers of anger and anguish. He is a loyal partner and an exceptional friend, always ready to be your rock and to steady you when life becomes too tough. He is your watchful protector and your greatest ally 🤍.

#prince nuada #nuada #prince nuada x reader #nuada x reader #hellboy 2 #hellboy ii #hellboy #prince nuada x you #nuada x you #nuada imagines #prince nuada imagines #mywriting

[randoimago]

Hello, hope you having a nice day!

Can I request a childhood to lover for Mitsuru, Yukari, Fuuka, and Akihiko

Childhood Friends to Lovers

Fandom: Persona 3

Character(s): Akihiko Sanada, Fuuka Yamagishi, Mitsuru Kirijo, Yukari Takeba

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Here you go! Massive spoilers to the game !!

Akihiko

You got to see all the tears that Akihiko shed as a kid. He really was a crybaby when he's cry over you and Shinjiro teasing him or when you would go out of your way to buy something for Miki that Akihiko couldn't.

You also saw the tears after the fire and when Miki passed. You both shed so many tears until Akihiko was the first to stop and promise that he'd get stronger. He didn't mean to grow distant, he just wanted to become stronger to protect those he cared about, to protect Shinjiro and to protect you.

You joined SEES with him and he was glad to have you and Shinjiro still by his side. But then the other incident happened and Shinjiro left and Akihiko felt more alone. He made you promise that you wouldn't leave him - something that he cringes about since and gets flustered when thinking of. But you instantly promised him to stay and it made his heart beat faster than he thought possible.

It isn't until he's trying to get Shinjiro to join back up that he realizes what he feels for you. He always thought it was just love as a really good friend. But Shinjiro teases and taunts him about not asking you out yet and that causes Akihiko to pause and really think about his words. And then he lost Shinjiro and now he can't lose you. All of his feelings come out like a dam being broken and he can't stop it, nor does he want to. Hearing that you love him back feels like he's finally let down the heaviest weight he's carried.

Fuuka

Fuuka has hid out at your house many times, promising her parents that you both would study. Which you do a little bit of just so she doesn't have to be a liar. But it's mostly her having fun and hanging out with you instead of being stressed about the pressure from her parents.

You were one of the only people that she talked to and was open with. Fuuka was so shy with everyone else, but you always made her feel comfortable and happy. And you were by her side when the bullying started. She tried not to bring it up, she didn't want to worry you. But then she vanished.

When Fuuka came back, she did her best to explain what she could to you. It was difficult - how does she even start to explain shadows and Tartarus? But she does her best as she doesn't want to lie and hide from you anymore.

And that includes her feelings. While she tried not to think about it, not wanting to confess when she wasn't proud with herself, she eventually does. It's scary and she doesn't want to lose you, but she knows she can't hide it any longer. You reciprocating her feelings causes her to sigh in relief and when she can make chocolates without accidentally poisoning someone, she'll gladly make you some.

Mitsuru

Growing up together was definitely interesting. You two became friends because you were both taken to the same festival together and learned you lived relatively close. As kids, you both didn't quite realize how different your lives were, you were just kids.

As you grew older is when the differences made themselves more clear. A lot more was expected of Mitsuru. She had to learn to be more prim and proper, not that she minded. But you continued to be so different from her and she liked it. She enjoyed the differences you both had.

Going to the same high school together had given you two another reason to hang out since Mitsuru was constantly busy now. She tried not to drift away from you, she didn't want to lose you. But with SEES, with the Kirijo Group, and with Tartarus, a lot more was stacking on to her plate and it was tougher to find time for you. But she still did her best.

It wasn't until her father was murdered and she shut down that feelings came out. You helped snap her out of it. You were the one that said your feelings first. And while Mitsuru still had so much going on, she appreciated that. She promised you that once everything was fixed, you would learn everything and then you both could go on an official date. Just please, wait a little longer for her.

Yukari

Your house was her safe space after she lost her father and her mother started leaving her behind. There's been so many tears that she's shed in front of you and so many times you've both fallen asleep cuddling because she needed that affection.

It was no wonder that she'd end up being a bit clingy to you growing up. At some point, she does try to distance herself because she doesn't want your relationship to turn sour or unhealthy because she's too dependent on you.

When she was spending time away from you, she realized how much she misses you. At first she thought it was just because you two are really good friends. But then she realized that it was more than that. Yukari definitely had some conflicted feelings after that realization.

Held her feelings back for the longest time because she was afraid of losing your friendship. It isn't until she does find her confidence and place within SEES that she decides to go for it. At hearing your feelings returned, it makes her laugh just because her worries seem so silly now that she knows you love her back.

Taglist:

@reo-the-leo

#yukari x reader #mitsuru x reader #fuuka x reader #akihiko x reader #akihiko sanada x reader #fuuka yamagishi x reader #mitsuru kirijo x reader #yukari takeba x reader #persona 3 x reader

[pix3lplays]

Does the other one because she can’t help herself and she has some THOUGHTS

Cw! Suggestive, reader accidentally gets pregnant, Argenti’s behavior is lowkey kinda questionable, religious themes

-Argenti as the father-

This man is So Very Chaste. Or at least, that’s the impression he tries to give you. And for the most part…it’s pretty true. So when he let down his guard ONE time, let his instincts be in charge instead of his brain on just ONE occasion, what had to happen?! You go and get pregnant on him. So what does he do? Well. He begins to take responsibility. His fear of ruining his image overturns his fear of commitment…and he marries you. Marries you just to cover up this little mistake. Marries you just to protect his image. So now the two of you are waiting for the baby. And you did Want to marry Argenti, but this isn’t what you had in mind…you had expected it to be more…romantic, and not just a petty act of desperation to protect his public face. But despite all that…Argenti is not a bad man. He doesn’t resent you or feel bitter over what happened. He knows it’s half his fault anyways. So he continues to treat you well, like he’s always done. Perhaps even slightly more gentle, while you’re expecting. Gentle massages, carrying you to bed in the evenings…little gestures like that. Whatever his true feelings are towards being a father, they’re definitely hidden from you. The man can be surprisingly good at hiding his emotions, even from you. Surprising considering your whole time spent with him you’ve only ever known him to wear his heart on his sleeve. You can’t convince me Argenti wouldn’t give his child a Grand and Beautiful name…something like Atlas or Athena…something with an ‘A’ like him. When the baby is born, you’ll find him kneeling at your bedside, praying and thanking Idrila that his beautiful child was born healthy, that his beloved partner made it through the birth…things like that. You rub the top of his head, ask him if he’d like to hold his child. And he nods and takes the baby from you and cradles them oh so gently as tears well up in those pretty green eyes of his. He’s so…careful. So gentle. As a father should be. He vows right there to continue doing all he can to protect the both of you. As a father: hm. Father Argenti is Strict for sure, very concerned with his child being a believer in Idrila, and he has very high expectations for his child. He’s only Borderline overbearing though, he somehow manages to strike a very hard to obtain balance. Yes, he pressures his kid a lot, but at the same time…oh…he LOVES his kid he would literally DIE for his child. And I think his child would feel the pressure to be like Dad. So you end up with two Argentis in your life. Granted your child is a Slightly more tame version of your husband, but still, you can barely handle one Argenti, and now you have Argenti Jr. to deal with. You love your kid too of course, but it’s a little…hard seeing them grow up feeling like they’re in the shadow of their amazing father, always striving so hard, and pushing themselves so far to be like dad, to make dad proud, to make dad happy. (Don’t get me STARTED on if his kid ends up not being a believer in Idrila-all the guilt his kid feels, like they’re disappointing Dad-) It’s hard because you know for sure Argenti is Proud and Happy with his kid, but he’ll always push for self-improvement first. It’s just in his nature. Argenti…he has a hard time being empathetic and realizing other people’s emotions. If his kid pretends to be happy and in a good place, Argenti will fall for it. Argenti is also the type to teach his own child to fight, in the hopes that they will never have to use the skills he teaches them. I’m imagining that Argenti’s children definitely look like him, with thick, red locks and piercing green eyes. His kids turn out very much like dad, at least on the surface. Heroic and selfless, with a deep appreciation for the importance of ‘Beauty’… I think they’d appreciate their dad’s efforts to raise them into fine young adults, even if his methods weren’t always the most welcome, but at the end of the day they love their Dad and all he did to protect and raise them.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Argenti #hsr Argenti x reader #Honkai star rail Argenti x reader #pregnancy #tw pregnancy

[toastandjamie]

It’s the daily Tuon and Mat thoughts.

So at the end of Memory of Light we’re hot with the reveal that Tuon’s pregnant. And I mean, she’s always been pretty clear that Mat’s main role as consort is to give her heirs. Okay so like- Mat and Tuon’s kids right, let’s put aside the channeling conundrum for a minute and actually talk about them as parents. Specifically how wildly different their upbringings were and how that affects their parenting styles. Imperial Seanchen and the Two Rivers have very different takes on family and parenthood. The two rivers is a small tight knit community, “it takes a village” type place, with close families and attentive parents meanwhile the Seanchen imperial family is incredibly isolated from eachother, with Tuon rarely ever seeing her mother and her and her siblings actively encouraged to compete against each other and eventually kill each other.

From his interactions with Olver we already have a rough idea about how Mat takes the responsibility of caring for a child. He’s very responsible about it, even if he’s a bad influence at times, he prioritizes Olver’s safety and education even while they’re on the road. A core trait for Mat is his soft spot for kids, he likes being around them and does seem to enjoy the act of parenting though he’s loathe to admit it. I think it’s safe to assume that as a father he’d make sure to be very present in his kids lives and encourage a proper familial bond between the siblings. He’d be attentive and a bit doting. Though his behavior will probably be seen as spoiling by the Seanchen rather than just the bare minimum. Mat is a Two Rivers boy at heart and I think he’d find it difficult to hand off parenting responsibilities to nursemaids and da’covale shadows, especially given the high percentage of assassination attempts made on the imperial family. It’ll end up being his fear and paranoia that causes him some issues as a parent because he’ll likely end up becoming over-protective, trying to compensate for the constant dangers his children face by being over-bearing and sheltering.

Tuon conversely grew up with the expectation of self preservation, you either learn to be self sufficient or you die. She’s a lot harder to pinpoint in how she’ll take to motherhood than Mat, just because she has very little experience with kids in general. It’s possible that she’d follow her mothers footsteps and try to remain distant from her children and promote competition but it’s also just as likely that Mat’s influence could convince her to have a more personal relationship with her children. Her biggest issue is that she’ll have a hard time emotionally connecting to her children, especially if she believes that they won’t make it to adulthood. She might also be more neglectful towards those of her children that she doesn’t claim as her heir, though I think Mat would likely grow a bit agitated if he believed Tuon was playing favorites. As I think he’d also be upset by Tuon not really participating in parenting their children in general.

#wheel of time #mat cauthon #tuon athaem kore paendrag #wheel of time spoilers #minor wot book spoilers #mat cauthon my beloved #problematic fave tuon

[yanmaresu]

What do you think of the scenarios where the yandere is into someone who has a protective older sibling? Like Leona liking Malleus' sibling, Azul liking the Twins sibling, or Rook liking Trey's sibling, etc.?

I love them :') Whenever there is a protective older sibling in a story I just know I will be cheering and crying for them, put them in a yandere story and you will have me way more invested than if it was only the yandere and the darling in there because the sibling is always prone to do something wrong even with the best of intentions and feel so much responsibility over their little sibling.

(I'm so sorry, I remembered the ask said sister instead of sibling and wrote it as such x'd)

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

cw: disguised blackmailing, stalking.

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

Leona and the little sister he took under his wing while growing up. Both of them were always ignored, Leona got bitter comments because of his unique magic and temperament, while his sister was pitied and cast aside because of her weak complexion. It was his sister who approached him first, she looked up at him and found comfort in his company. Leona tolerated her at first, then grew to like being praised for his schemes, he started teaching his sister, then he watched out for his words. His sister had a worse temperament than him, getting easily angry at anyone who dared to treat her like a glass figure; and reminding everyone of her presence whenever they dared to ignore her in favor of Farena, and sometimes even Leona. His sister may have been physically weak, but her mind and tongue were sharp.

After the princess visited nrc on the magishift tournament, and Malleus took a liking to her, Leona swore to keep the lizard away from his sister. Not only did he hate his guts, but he also knew how old-fashioned everyone from Briar Valley was, his sister would hate it there, especially with how Malleus’ subjects treated him. Whoever married him would be living in his shadow forever. So, Leona starts intercepting all the letters and gifts Malleus sends to his sister, burning them and sending the ashes back, he doesn’t want that lizard to keep bothering her. Even when Malleus starts sending some rather threatening messages, Leona doesn’t falter. However, he gets backstabbed once the very same sister he’s been trying to protect walks up to him and demands that he stops, because he may as well be doomed from the very start, but that doesn’t give him the right to interfere with her opportunity to become queen of one of the most powerful kingdoms out there.

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Azul who got separated from his little sister in the middle of their parent’s divorce. It was painful for him, the day he and his mother left, he lost his only friend. Azul had to wait for any event to happen every year to finally see each other again, like a birthday or a holiday. Azul treasured these moments when he got to spend time with his sister while growing up because, after months of getting bullied, he finally got to be happy with someone just like him, who could understand him. However, they grew up. Azul changed, he became sharper, bitter, wiser, and more secretive. While his sister… well, she stayed the same, always so sweet and happy to see him. Her love was unconditional, unlike the friendship he had with the twins. Azul wanted to keep her ignorant of all the bullying he had to go through, and the kind of business he participated in. That’s why when they grew up, Azul always dreaded his sister’s visits to the coral sea. Because she would be way too close to Floyd and Jade for his own comfort, and the twins seeing how Azul tried to keep his little sister hidden, couldn’t help but want to tease him by flirting with said sister, sometimes insinuating that big bro and them have a lot of friends who would die to meet her. Azul really wanted to keep her image of him spotless, but is growing difficult every day, as Floyd starts talking about his sister even when she’s far away, and Jade shamelessly lends a book about octopuses from the library.

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

Vil and his little sister who fell in love with Neige :)

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Ruggie, who grew up alongside his cousin. Both of them had it rough while growing up, both learned and improvised different ways to earn money for grandma, and the search for food was always rough. However, his cousin learned that she could always get a meal or two from guys if she put on a pretty act and hid some things about herself. Grandma always tried to warn her about the dangers of getting too much attraction, but she never listened once, and she even ran away from Ruggie who tried to make sure she didn’t get into trouble.

About to reach her twenties, she never had to deal with consequences. None of the guys she tricked really knew her, just her persona, and she doubted any of them, who frequented the richer parts of the country, in the cities, would ever visit the poor streets on the outskirts. One day, however, something different happens. Ruggie’s cousin comes back home running and slamming the door behind her. She cries as she explains how the creepy blond guy, she was dining with suddenly took out dozens of photos from his pocket, all framing her doing various activities in their streets, and the markets you visit with simpler clothes and no earrings unless you want to visit the medic because someone ripped them off your ears. There were also photos of her inside their house, and going out with other guys. The blond was disgusting as he talked passionately about how he admired her strength and beauty.

She ran away from the restaurant.

Ruggie and their grandma had to make sure no one was following her, and tried to calm down her paranoia to no avail after scolding her. Gifts start arriving to the house, and all look expensive. Ruggie is the one who opens them, not wanting to subject his cousin or grandma to the possibility of getting harmed in case anyone tries to force their way in that brief moment. They sell the stuff, burn the pictures, and throw the arrowheads. Grandma tries to ask her grandchild for any way to identify the guy, but the girl couldn’t care to remember his name before he pulled the psycho card. The household’s economy wavers for a while, with Ruggie unable to leave his cousin and grandma alone, and the gifts barely covering the house’s expenses. Then the stalker appears. Rook Hunt is there to ask for another meeting, a bouquet of roses in his hands and a smile on his face. Ruggie is ready to fight him, but his grandma stops him when she recognizes the name and their connection to blood money.

#yandere #yandere twisted wonderland #Yo creo que si los gemelos tienen planta de mafiosos #entonces Rook tiene planta de hijo de marero

[w0lp3rtinger]

@biolover9 <3 eeeehehehehe - @lambpaca and I have talked about this. Like, even outside of the parameters of Shadow and Amy getting together. This is just general conversation.

I've mentioned this a bit about it before on the sideblog, but I just... never could see Shadow ever wanting biological children. Truthfully, I don't think he could have them even if he wanted to, not without a massive amount of medical intervention.

Like... if you're making the ultimate weapon, the ultimate life form, why would you ever give it the ability to make more of itself? That lessens your control over it and runs the risk of causing your enemies to get their hands on a weapon of their own. You don't want that.

(I'm saying 'it' because like... that's how GUN viewed Shadow. 'It'. Even Gerald viewed Shadow as 'it' in the end in his diary. What Shadow wanted didn't matter to them. )

Beyond that though, I can see Shadow looking at their own biology and not wanting anyone else to have to endure it. Especially working off of the idea that they're still young and all the ramifications of genetic testing and mutation on them haven't really come to fruition yet (looking at you, 'immortality'). Why would he be selfish enough to pass a potential curse like that along?

That's not to say Shadow doesn't like kids. We've seen them be extraordinarily patient with characters like Cream, Tails, and Charmy both in-game and outside of game. I think for them to want kids though, they'd need to have certain needs met. They'd need to be free from GUN, they'd need to feel safe, they'd need to make a lot of peace with themselves and grow as a person. Essentially, they'd have to go through hell and then also a lot of soul-searching before reaching the conclusion of, 'I want to be a parent.'

But Amy? Oh without question, I think Amy wants kids. Doesn't matter if they're hers or someone else's. I've joked about her having a vision binder listing out three kids and names and everything. Amy also has been shown to want a domestic future after she's defeating Eggman. She wants to enjoy the peace and the every-day magic of just existing to exist. I think a lot of people agree that Amy would want kids to be a part of that domestic bliss.

Personally? I think there's also this idea that kids are hope for a future. Amy has spent her entire childhood fighting. There's no way to get that time back, no way to undo that which she has seen and had to experience. She forced herself to grow up quickly in order to protect both herself and the world. Amy wouldn't have kids unless she felt safe enough to do so.

I also think Vanilla being Amy's main parental figure that we see in almost every iteration of the Sonic franchise helps. Vanilla is, by all accounts, a loving, kind parent. That would have made a positive impact on Amy not only in regards to who she becomes as a person, but also, her own expectations on what being a parent entails. Seeing someone who wants to be a parent, who likes being a parent, who likes their kids (both their biological kids and the ones they pick up like a wet cat off the street), that means something, you know?

All the Sonic Gang solidify that family is what you make it, family is a choice, but Vanilla shows that parenthood is also a choice, and one that can be done with joy.

How does Gigi factor into this? Well, I kinda touch on it in The Home You Make, and then I show it in Late Evening Talks, but effectively- Amy and Shadow both make each other feel safe, they help the other grow, they help the other be their best selves, and in the moments they struggle, they're there for one another. This creates an environment for the two of them that allows them to entertain and discuss the notion of being parents. Without question, I can see them covering it before they even really start dating. Shadow in particular, not wanting to mislead Amy, would make his stance/circumstances abundantly clear, but now, fully committed and comfortable with one another in a way they were not previously, the subject would come up again not as a nebulous 'well maybe' but as a 'are we gonna do this?'

And they decide, 'yes.'

They'd take the adoption process slow, looking. They’re not really looking for a hedgehog- the species doesn’t matter. It’s the kid that does. I don’t even think the two of them really know what they’re looking for when they start. I mean, how do you put parameters around this sort of thing? Ultimately, Gigi wins them over. She’s funny, she’s creative, she’s sweet even if she’s a hellion, she’s protective, she gets into fights- she’s them. They see her in them. They get this kid. The child care staff warn them about her being 'stubborn and standoffish,' and overall ‘difficult to work with’. That pisses Shadow and Amy off royally. Not like that's unfamiliar territory- they’ve been this kid, frankly. When they meet Gigi, they’re smitten, and frankly, them coming from a place of understanding with her helps her warm up to them. When they fully decide to go for Gigi, they take the process slow, letting her get to know them, letting her decide if their home is the place she wants to be.

And she decides, 'yes.'

#sonic fankid showdown #gigi the parakeet #shadamy #op rambles #sth #biolover9

[illyrian-dreamer]

Changing Shadows (Part 1)

Azriel x Reader

Image by koike9023

Part 1 summary:

You’ve caught the Illyrian flu, but are trying to hide it from the rest of the Inner Circle. 

Lots of fluff, a bit of angst. Fluff fight with brother Rhys.

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Series summary:

Summary: You have a new role in the Inner Circle — Heard Guard of Velaris. And as Rhys’s younger sister, you feel you have a lot to prove. 

You and the Shadowsinger are also growing closer, and tension builds as your relationship changes from friendship to something else…

How will you juggle your feelings for Azriel and the dangers that come with your new role, without disappointing the rest of the Inner Circle and the Night Court?

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Warnings: Mentions of violence

Word count: 1,709

AN: This is my first time writing, I really hope you like it! So far this story is working out to be about 10+ parts… would love to hear what you think! <3

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You swiped a sharp hook from your right hand before snapping your left shin to blast the sparring mitt held by Azriel. The blow made a cracking sound on contact, but Shadowsinger didn’t falter.

You let out a frustrated laugh, throwing your head back as sweat stung your eyes.

“C’mon!” You threw your hands up. “One day I’ll make you move,” you toyed, pointing a finger directly at him as you tussled your wings.

He let out a light chuckle as his circled his shoulders, getting back into his defensive stance. “You can try,” he countered in a low voice, shadows swirling playfully over his wings. Something in you stirred.

You’d been training alongside Cassian and Azriel for many years. As Rhys’s younger sister, you had grown up alongside the trio, training from a young age to prepare you for a role in the Inner Circle.

Which is where you had recently been appointed Head Guard of Velaris. It was your duty to protect the borders and it’s people, especially since the war against Hybern had increased strain on the wards, and secrecy of the location now under threat.

Due to an attack on your wings at a young age, your previous role in the Inner Circle was to manage relations across Prythian, which kept you safely hidden from Amarantha’s rule. But now your training was complete and your wings were healed and working in every way they needed, you offered a new set of skills.

It was the perfect role for you, protecting the city you knew by heart and people you loved. Velaris had served as a sanction and dear home since the murder of your mother — when Rhys had taken you under his wing.

You had memories of the first time you flew, a small 10-year-old Illyrian awkwardly flapping your wings over the Sidra as you ran your hands through the water, Rhys laughing and cheering as he soared beside you.

Cassian and Azriel had swooped in too, both just as excited as you found your new freedom in the sky. You had cheekily splashed all of them with water from the river, as they chased you into the clouds. It was the best memory you had.

And here you were many years later — a grown woman, skilled fighter and trained weapon of the Inner Circle, working in the most important role of your life.

Refocusing on the mitts Azriel held before you, you prepared to enter your last set of punches and high kicks for the session. You could see Cassian and the Valkyries already begin their cool down on the other side of the ring.

As you were about to crack into a punch, your head spun and you lost your footing.

Azriel dropped the mitts and steadied you, his cool hands gripping your shoulders. His brows furrowed into his hair, hazel eyes concerned.

“Hey hey, are you alright?”

A slight ring in your ears came about as you blinked a few times. You coughed and felt a pain in your throat, which you had been ignoring for a couple days now. You knew you felt a lot warmer than usual too.

You steadied yourself and the ringing disappeared. “Um yeah, I’m fine. Just a head spin.” You wiped your brow on your forearm.

“Grab some water and let’s cool down,” Azriel suggested, eyeing you down as if he wasn’t convinced.

You didn’t have a moment to respond before your brother winnowed into the training pit.

Cassian dismissed the Valkaryies, jogging over and clapping Rhys on the shoulder. “What’s up boss?” He grinned.

“Cass, Az,” Rhys greeted his brothers with a smile. “Is ‘Y/N giving you hell?”

You grinned. “Trying my best” you replied. You swore you felt a shadow tickle your ankle.

“What brings you to training?” Azriel asked cooly, his shadows twisting.

“Impromptu meeting,” Rhys answered. “Many of us will be working long distance over the next week, I’ve called a group meeting before we head off in different directions.”

“Better wash the stink of me first,” Cassian joked, pulling his long hair behind his ears.

“I second that,” you smirked, Cassian returning a vulgar gesture.

“You’ll all have time to freshen up, we’re convening in an hour,” Rhys smild at your banter.

You grabbed your belongings while trying to stifle another cough, refusing to acknowledge the obvious signs of sickness. It was just a cold, you wouldn’t let it weigh you down.

You noticed Azriel’s shadows at your feet. “Don’t snitch,” you murmured to them, head still woozy as you made your way to your room in the House of Wind.

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Your head pounded and your brow was sheen with sweat. Oh Mother, what timing to get a cold.

You gathered around the table in Rhy’s office as he directed movements for the entire Inner Circle.

Feyre sat at the table, hands resting on her baby bump. Rhys leaned beside her, as Mor, Nesta and Cassian hovered over the maps, Amren leaning against a book shelf picking her nails, and Azriel planted in his usual stance closer to the door. On account of your sickness, you kept your distance as much as possible.

Rhys explained there were troubles flaring up across the Illyrian camps — conflicts between the different bases over losses from the war. He and Cassian would see to it.

Feyre and Nesta would be travelling beyond the wall to assist with human rehabilitation, a timely manner that would be Feyre’s last piece of work before she rested during pregnancy. Mor and Amren would attend celebrations and meetings in Dawn as part of managing good relations with the court.

Your head pounded and you swayed slightly on your feet, but with a quick shake of your head you stood strong. It was obvious the team was stretched thin right now, you were not going to let your court down all because of a cold.

“Cassian and I will be gone for three nights,” Rhys said, hands laced together in his lap. “With Mor and Amren away in Dawn, Az you’ll need to be on high alert across our borders should word get out that less than half the Inner Circle remain in Velaris. I’ve checked our wards, but night patrol will be necessary.”

Azriel simply nodded, his shadows pooling at his feet. You frowned. That was your domain of work.

You looked around the room, waiting for your instruction. Suppressing your need to sniff or cough was becoming harder by the second.

“We’ll be leaving after dinner, you all have your orders. Stay safe.” Rhys tapped the table with his palm as a form of dismissal.

You blinked, confused. Was he ignoring you?

As the others began to leave for the dining room, you interjected Rhys’s path.

“Excuse me brother,” you huffed. “I haven’t received my order yet.”

You wondered if your clammy face was as obvious as it felt, but held his gaze. A tickle formed in your throat, and you quieted a cough.

“What was that?” Rhys looked down at you, cocking an eyebrow.

“She’s sick,” Azriel’s smooth voice answered from behind. You hadn’t noticed he was still in the room.

You whipped around for a quick glare, before turning to face your brother.

“I am not sick,” you said cooly, tightening your wings. You could play Rhys at his own game any day of the week. “And if I was, I don’t think a minor cold should hold me back from my duties to the -” Rhys cut you off by placing the back of his hand to your forehead.

“A fever and a cough,” he murmured to himself. “This could be the Illyrian flu.”

Rhys pulled his hand back, arms sliding into his pockets. “You’ve been sick for days now sis, try all you might to hide it. Your order is to stay home and rest.” He offered a tight smile.

“You are not seriously grounding me?” you fought, folding your arms across your chest.

“Three days grounded at the House of Wind or until you feel better,” he waved his hand, passing by you as he made for the door. “The house will accomodate your needs, and Az will be here should you need anything too.”

You threw another glare to Az as he hid a smirk, looking down at his feet. Traitor.

You took a deep breath to calm your frustration. “Brother, be smart. We’re stretched thin as it is, and Azriel has his work during the day to attend to already. I’ve got no demand in my domain, let me at least cover night patrol.” You hated feeling like a burden to the team, especially Az. You needed to hold your own.

“So I can have you faint mid-flight and plummet to your death?” Rhys countered, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Not a chance, you need rest.”

You frowned and shrugged him off.

Overprotective control freak, you thought.

I beg your pardon? He replied in your head, brows raised with a half grin on his face.

You slammed your walls up, unable to hide your scowl. When had you dropped your mental shields? What kind of cold was this?

He chuckled, narrowing his gaze on you. His eyes lit up with magic as he cocked his head sideways. “Besides, wouldn’t you say you’re feeling particularly sleepy?”

Your eyelids drooped and you swayed, your wings spreading slightly to try and steady yourself. That bastard had spiked your brain with sleep.

“Your walls are as penetrable as jelly,” Rhys answered the question you never said out loud. “Anyone in my team that unwell is required to rest.”

You sighed, defeated and now sluggish.

Rhys gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. “Feel better sis, I’ll see you in a few days.” He headed for the door.

You made a mental note — in a few days you would argue about his overbearing cautiousness and babying of you. But for now, the unwelcome sleep lingered.

Azriel slid up beside you, gently offering his arm for support. “Shall I carry you to your room?” He asked simply, eyes scanning you.

Yes, your heart leapt.

“No thanks, traitor,” you replied.

You heard his soft chuckle as you stumbled away, his shadows guiding the path to your room.

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Part 2 >>>

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[joojeans]

hi sno! im just wondering who do you think would be the boy dad or girl dad among hyung line? imsoo sick im already thinking of them as the father of my children (i dont think id ever want to have kids...) thank you <3

&team hyung line: girl dads vs boy dads

k: k is such a boy dad. i think he would get nervous with a little girl because he would be so afraid of accidentally hurting her sdfjsfs :( but a little boy! he would be k's shadow. he'd take him with him to run errands, to walk the dog, even to work if he's able. he would make it his duty to turn the little guy into a miniature version of himself. he'd even have him double team you (the mom) with matching pouty faces when k wants to go for ice cream but you've said it's too late. because how can you say no to both of them at the same time? he's the cool dad 99% of the time so you usually have to be the disciplinarian but he can step up to the plate if and when he needs to. fake beefs with his son about which one you love more.

fuma: equal parts girl dad and boy dad. with a little girl, he's spoiling tf out of her and treating her like she hung the moon in the sky. it's a stark contrast to how he'd raise a little boy—making sure he corrects even the smallest misbehavior. he teaches his son about nutrition and being active from a young age so he doesn’t have to struggle with it later in in life while also playing video games with him when they get back home. his little girl is his princess and he buys her pretty things and snuggles with her mid-day if she wants him to. his little boy is expected to help with dinner and cleaning up and he watches his words a lot more carefully. it's not that he doesn't hold them to the same standard so much as it is letting the mom take the lead with the daughter while he takes the lead with his son. he will still make sure his little princess isn't acting crazy. she just gets away with a little bit more until her mom's around.

nicholas: he's a girl dad and i'm so sad about it !! he's the softest dad, carrying her around as much as she wants. he will cave to anything she asks for and if mom says no, he'll give it to her in secret. paints her tiny nails :(( her freedom of expression is very important to him so he'll be walking around the grocery store with her dressed fully in costume if that's what she wanted to wear that day. he's good at disciplining her, but in the gentlest way possible. he'll use a soft voice and puppy eyes to make sure she doesn't feel like he's angry. she's his heart for real. he comes home and no matter what kind of day he's had, he finds her first thing and spends quality time with her, only to make your heart swell with that much more love for him.

euijoo: both pt. 2. with a son, he's dedicated to raising a polite, well-intentioned young man. he has many heart to hearts with him as he's growing up to make sure he understands that just because some boys may act this way or that way, it doesn't mean that it's right. makes sure he understands how to treat women and be mindful of their struggles. his daughter is his sunshine in a sometimes stormy world. he's so protective of her. if she trips or hurts her finger or someone at school makes her cry, he's falling over his feet to make sure she's okay. makes sure to warn her about "how boys can be" and will give a stern look to any boy around her so they know to be on their best behavior with his daughter. good at talking either of them through any misbehavior by making them understand exactly why what they did was wrong and how they can handle it better next time. will watch them carefully when the situation arises again, a proud smile and words of praise when they navigate it successfully.

#all team #k #fuma #nicho #ej #&team fluff #andteam fluff