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ahsokasanity · 3 years

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Chapter Fourteen

A Court of Shadow and Ribbons Best not start here though, try the Chapter Link

“I’m scared of you Azriel” Gwyn has been trying to form a sentence but that blurted out instead.

“I mean I feel scared when I’m with you, alone”

Azriel was ready to bolt. He desperately wanted to touch her, to reassure her, to be a full blooded male and bury himself in her. But she was too important to leave worried and anxious. He flared his wings so that one ran along her back, it grazed her shoulder but it was not clingy.

“I don’t ever want you to be fearful Gwyn. Not of me and not of anything you could do. I really like you” The last part slipped by his filter and floated in the air between them. He huffed a small laugh.

“Now I feel scared being alone with you, it makes me talk too much” He looked down at his hands then back to her face.

Gwyn was recovering and felt the need to re-assure him now.

“People told me that you barely talk, that they’ve never heard you speak” Gwyn spoke quietly as if trying to entice a stray to eat offered food.

“Maybe I don’t have much to say?” He said, a light tone belying the truth behind his words

“I don’t believe that Az” at her words, he lifted his eyes to hers

“You see everything and I bet your mind is a steel trap for information” Gwyn looked at him admiringly. She was so much more certain of herself when she wasn’t thinking about her own fear.

Azriel slowly nodded his head. “I think of so many things, so many scenarios and outcomes, sometimes I forget to talk. My own counsel is biased toward me” he laughed at his self-deprecation. Gwyn brightened

“Well you know what they say: sometimes I talk to myself because I need an expert opinion”

She hoped that she’d lightened the sombre mood, Azriel realised the joke and laughed, properly laughed and she joined him, the melodic rise and fall of her giggling making him smile all the more. When she reached out and threaded her fingers through his, he squeezed her hand and let his wing wrap further around her body. She tensed then relaxed and breathed out in a whoosh, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Can I kiss you Gwyn? He didn’t even think of whether he should say that, didn’t even really realise he’d said it out loud. He could hear her thundering heart beat and his shadows could feel her anxiety rise and fall, her scent enticing but held in check by the fear in her eyes.

“I want to say yes” she stuttered.

He said softly “Then say yes. One kiss, nothing more. I promise I will give you only as much as you ask for. Just say yes”

She looked at his face, the loyalty, the humour, the lingering pain of his own trauma

“Yes” She leant in to his embrace and her world splintered apart.

He was so slow to touch her lips that she didn’t notice the first light meeting of their skin until the pressure increased and his free hand came up to bury his fingers in her hair, tilting her head to kiss her soundly and softly. His tongue just parted her teeth but pulled back as he stroked his thumb over the back of her hand and his shadows jumped from his shoulders to hers, sending lightening bolts of thrill across her skin. She gasped and held his hand tight, her other hand found the folds of his shirt and fisted it into a ball she could hold on to. Azriel gave a slight low moan and she lost all reason, pulling him to her and taking, taking, taking his breath, his shadows, his obvious intent.

He was pulling back, his one kiss and his promise reminding him to give her space to decide. She went with him whimpering as the cool air found the places that his hands, his lips, his shadows had left.

“One kiss” he murmured

She cursed roundly “Do you have to be so cauldron blasted literal?” but she was smiling.

Azriel pushed back along the bench away from her, but kept the hold on her hand. She looked dazed. She looked beautiful. It took every ounce of five hundred years of willpower training to stop his hands and his body from responding to her nearness, to not pull her into his lap and devour her to the extent of her want. She would not thank him for that no matter how she physically responded to him now. They needed time to make considered decisions.

“Ah, Gwyn you have found my fatal flaw. A male’s word is his bond and I gave it to you freely” she laughed with him

“OK, but, um, when do you think you could um, give it to me freely again?”

Azriel shook his head “You are trying to kill me aren’t you?”

She tried to look abashed but only managed triumphant.

“Come on Az, walk me to my door” Gwyn stood up and led the way down the stairs to the priestess quarters section of the library.

“You have to go now, they’ll be asleep but I need to be quiet when I go in, some of them are really grumpy if woken”

“OK” Azriel went to leave but she still held his hand. Gwyn was leant on the door frame, he took in the whole look of her from top to toe. Caught in a sea of lust, held in check by an unwavering promise of letting her choose the physical contact he fidgeted on the spot.

“Could you please kiss me goodnight?” She was more bold now, but not forceful. It cracked his resolve and got around his own misgivings, it was her idea after all.

His shadows streamed across the short gap between them and he placed one hand on either side of her face on the wall. Her breathing was short and silent and he edged closer until he was a hair’s breadth from touching her entire length.

“Yes” he said simply and all of a sudden his body was on hers, one knee bent to touch the wall between hers; thighs, hips and bellies met. Gwyn sucked in a gasp as her breasts felt the firm pressure of his chest, and his mouth found her own. It was not like the other exploratory kiss. This was a claiming, but so light she felt he’d disappear any moment. Her arms wrapped around his waist and held him from doing that. Their heads angled and straightened, finding the best pressure of lips on lips.

Gwyn felt she would faint from the joy of it. Die from the wanting of more and beg for the chance to do it again.

Azriel pulled back and looked at her, she grimaced a little, starved for the feel of him. He lent back in and gave her a peck on the nose.

“Goodnight” he mouthed, peeling himself away from her.

She raised a hand to wave but stayed as if flayed, back against the wall. She’d better move, she thought. She’d slide down to the floor if she let herself.

She smiled and quietly opened the door to the living area. Thank the Mother no-one was there to see her flushed and untidy. Her light step would have given away the release of a fear from her heart.

Azriel met Cassian in the dining room where he’d gone to collect his dinner jacket.

“Finished already Cass?” He grinned and raised his guard in case Cassian took it badly.

“You’re one to talk brother, didn’t need long did you, scared her off already? If you need some tips I’m sure I can help. Just tell Uncle Cassian everything”

“No way ‘Uncle Cassian’, I do not want or need your advice. The shadowsinger has this all totally under control” Azriel smirked and went off to bed.

Cassian was left mumbling to himself “You’ve got no idea Az. What you’ve just started up has nothing to do with total control” He shook his head and headed back to his mate.

That’s it (but Chapter fifteen, the smut edition will be posted tomorrow!). Sorry to drop the ball on the whole disaster about to unfold in the fae lands, but I read too many Gwynriel fanfics!! I got right into “Everything Falls into Place” @CeliaMoonbeam, “A Song of Shadows” @tealnymph24, Worlds Apart @MusicalMassasinsXxx, “A Court of Smoke & Shadow”@Daevastanner, “Az and Gwyn Decide to take it to the next leve”l @sarah_bae_maas, “Beat” @TrashForAzriel, “Of Darkness and Light” @LoveStoryFanatic, and there are heaps of fun one shots on Archive of Our own – and a few on Tumblr I’ve not finished yet (@Ladyvanserra). I did however always want our Gwynriel to face up to Azriel’s need for love from a partner and some of Gwyn’s fear of the physical side of a relationship, they’ve been working on it, and tomorrow's post will satiate that I hope. See you on another fanfic spiral!

#Angst #kissing #Gwynriel #acotar #acosf #sjm #shadows #fear #triggers #House of Wind

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misssophiachase · 6 years

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Prompt: klaroline + “at this point does it really matter if i die?!” “yes, you complete dumbass!”

Thanks anon! Sorry for the delay. I took an all human approach to this because the fact Klaus can’t die in canon was messing with my brain. Hope you like it and so sorry for the delay : )

No Man Left Behind

“At this point does it really matter if I die?” Caroline wasn’t in the mood for another one of her partner’s childish tantrums, especially given their current and pressing dilemma.

She liked to use the term partner loosely because she didn’t choose him and he her. If she was being honest, she hated the way he second guessed everything she suggested and the way he would send her that annoying smirk when he was finished with his condescending tirade.

“Yes, you complete dumbass,” she hissed, looking around the room wearily while applying compression to his bleeding, gun shot wound.

Reports had come through the radio five hours later that a crazed gunman was holding hostages in an downtown office. Klaus and Caroline had been the first responders on the scene, not expecting the scenario to play out so quickly.

They’d gone in to try and diffuse the situation but somehow Klaus had ended up shot and now Caroline was nursing him in her arms whilst trying to stop the bleeding. The gunman was still prowling nearby so help wasn’t as close as needed.

“Why do you always feel the need to tell me what to do, Forbes?” He responded, albeit faintly through laboured breaths.

“Because you’re an idiot who can’t make good decisions even if they bite him in the ass,” she offered. She was doing what she could do to keep him conscious but there was a horrible dread overtaking her that she couldn’t ignore.

Yes, he was gorgeous and annoyingly intelligent but sitting there with him in her arms was causing a flood of emotions. Caroline knew she needed to be strong but it was taking every ounce of willpower not to break down.

“Way to kick a guy while he’s down,” he replied, his breathing ragged from his wounds.

“It’s the only way I operate, Mikaelson, you should know that by now.”

“As much as you always annoyed me, I kind of liked it,” he admitted,his eyelids drooping.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep on me, or speak in past tense,” she chided, attempting to raise his eyelids.

“Upset you’ll miss me, Forbes?” His tone was severely weakened at this point but Caroline had no intention of letting him die on her watch.

“Don’t you dare speak to me like that, Mikaelson,” she hissed, trying to contain her composure and the tears rapidly collecting in her eyes. “If you must know, I’m annoyed I’ll have no one to berate for being so arrogant.” She was expecting a witty response but his body had stilled, his complexion ashen as the arriving paramedics led him to the awaiting ambulance.

She was briefly paralysed on the spot as Klaus was moved, unsure of what to do at first but seeing him so vulnerable had caused more feelings to emerge unexpectedly. She made her way numbly to the ambulance.

“Why so upset, love?” He asked, his blue eyes boring into hers. “Surely you’ve been waiting to get rid of me all this time?”

“Not when your arguments are so weak,” she murmured. It was taking all her willpower not to kiss the idiot. “I expect a full recovery so we can finish this argument how it started.”

He didn’t respond verbally just grabbed her hand and squeezed it affectionately in the process. “I look forward to it, sweetheart.” He was wheeled into the ambulance before either could respond, the unrequited feelings between the two begrudging partners only simmering further.

Caroline was imagining what she’d do with her ass of a partner when he returned after scaring her unnecessarily. Klaus, meanwhile, was in another world due to the bullet and ensuing pain killers administered by paramedics, but knew that even under the influence, he loved Caroline Forbes and had every intention of telling her that.

#ask #answered #misssophiachase #klaroline drabbles #no man left behind #thanks anon

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linguisticswithlester · 6 years

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Let Me Memorize Your Eyes - Chapter Eight: Calling Carol

Rating: NR

Chapter: 8/?

Word Count: 2038

Warnings: None,,,I think???

Notes: Hey! Sorry this chapter is a bit short! I was having a crappy week but, what else is new... Anyway! I hope you enjoy this chapter!! And let me know what you think!

Summary: Phil is a struggling artist with bruised trust and Dan is a talented baker working in a coffee shop trying to forget his smoldering past. When their paths cross will Dan end up being Phil’s new muse? Or will he be the one thing keeping Phil from putting a brush to canvas ever again?

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[Start at the Beginning]

Dan watched as Becca drove away, hesitant to look to his left. He wasn’t sure why he felt so nervous to be alone with Phil. They were just friends, hell, they have only talked twice. Could he even call him a friend? Dan chalked his jitters up to being socially awkward, and looked around. The street was lit up with lights and storefront window advertisements. It was a pretty sight to Dan. He always dreamed of living in Manchester, and now he was finally here. The circumstances that brought him here weren’t what he expected but, nonetheless, the universe works in mysterious ways. Taking in a deep breath, and mustering up any calmness left in his body, he turned towards Phil. He wouldn’t mind talking with Phil a while longer anyway...even if it did make the butterflies appear.

“Looks like I’m walking you home then.” Dan said with a laugh that he hoped came out casual.

“So,” looking both ways, “which way is home?”

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“Um, what?” Phil thought to himself as he just saw Becca pull Dan in for a hug and give him what looks to be a kiss on the cheek. Not only did Phil learn that Dan is supposedly walking him home tonight but, it looks like Dan and Becca are together? Phil wasn’t gonna lie, that disappointed him a bit. Phil had trouble trusting other men but, for some reason he felt calm around Dan.

There was something about the way he spoke and held himself that was enticing. It was completely different than Andrew. Andrew walked with such confidence and drive. He never looked like he was disorganized and he always presented himself as having it all together. Dan, however, was calmer when he walked and he looked soft with he spoke. He had laugh lines and dimples; freckles that decorated his face. He had hair that curled and twisted all over the place. He looks at whoever is talking and his eyes glisten with contentment. He looked like chaos with a bow; a perfect present to the heart.

He never usually looked at others in that way since Andrew but, Dan was making it hard. All he was doing was standing there, looking at his surroundings and taking it all in and it took every ounce of willpower for Phil not to stare. It was fascinating how enthralled Phil had already become with the barista. It wasn’t like him to be this way but, it was hard to stop.

“Looks like I’m walking you home then...So which way is home?” Phil suddenly realized that his plan to not stare at Dan had failed, and his thoughts were interrupted when he boy himself, started talking.

Startled, Phil spat out an answer. “Oh, you don’t actually have to walk me home, Dan. I think Becca was just trying to get a rise out of us.” Secretly, Phil hoped Dan would disagree.

“True,”

Oh.

“But, you’re not going to be the one hearing about it at work the next day if I don't. She may have been kidding but, I’m not willing to risk it.”

Phil knew what he meant. Becca would probably spend the next ten minutes of Dan’s next shift asking about this encounter, alone, not to mention how much longer she would press him if he didn't even have an event to tell upon.

“Okay, I wouldn’t want to even risk putting you through that.” Phil threw his hands out to his side as he spoke, “Home is that way.” He pointed down the right side of the street, “about a ten-minute walk.” Putting one foot in front of him, he started walking down the sidewalk towards his apartment that still didn't have a working elevator.

“I hope this isn’t so far out of your way. I would feel terrible if you lived like an hour away.”

“No, I live about 8 minutes that way.” Dan said as he turned and pointed in the direction behind them.

“Oh, I’m sorry! You really don’t have to walk me home. I can manage.” Phil did an abrupt stop on the sidewalk in front of a closed market. Even though he wanted Dan to walk him home, he didn’t want him to have to walk much extra, especially considering Dan just got off work.

“No, don’t worry about it. Some exercise will do me good considering all I do, when I’m not working, is playing video games until three am. And I really don’t mind the walk. I’ve actually never been down this way before; It’s nice.” Dan looked around to take in his surroundings. Phil didn’t think the walk was anything special since he has walked it almost every day for the last five months.

They were walking at a good pace now. They were almost the same height so their strides were virtually the same length. It was weird how they barely knew each other yet, they walked in perfect unisons; It was calming. Not wanting to waste a good opportunity to get to know Dan a bit better, Phil decided to start the conversation.

“So-”

“How-”

Dan started to say something at the same time as Phil. Phil let out a little chuckle.

“Go ahead.” He looked towards Dan and gave him a smile. He could tell Dan was flustered. His cheeks were red and his eyes were down. Was he nervous to be with him?

“No, really, you can go first. I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” Phil saw Dan shove his hands in his pockets. The wind started to pick up blowing his curls to the right of his face. He really was cute.

“Okay then; How long have you lived in the area? I have been going to the café for most of the year and I haven’t seen you in there before last week?” Phil asked. He was genuinely curious.

Was he new to the area? Did he grow up here? Phil wanted to know his story and this was the beginning.

“Um, actually not very long. Only a couple months really. It’s a long story so I won’t bore you with the details but, something happened back home in Berkshire and I just wanted to get away, you know? So I moved out here to sort of start again in a sense.” Phil could tell that question made Dan uncomfortable by the way he shifted. He pulled his sleeves even further down his arms and crossed them in front of his chest. His voice went flat and lost its soothing effect. He was curious what this “event” was. What could have happened that would make Dan move so far from where he grew up. Phil knew not to press the issue but, hoped one day, Dan might trust him enough to let him in on the secret.

“But that’s all I the past now, I guess. And actually my first day at the shop was the day we first technically met. So I guess my first day wasn’t all that harrowing.” Dan reached out his arm and playfully punched Phil in the arm. That touch sent a spark up Phil’s arm and it didn’t want to go away, not that he was complaining. Dan looked calmer now, his smile returned and while his cheeks still looked red, they didn’t look embarrassed.

“Oh well, I’m glad I made your first day at work the best day of your life then.” Phil joked back, choosing not to expand on Dan’s past. Plus, Phil was sort of a flirt when he didn’t really mean to be but, maybe this would work out to his advantage.

“I can have that kind of effect on people, so I’m told.” Yeah, Phil, let’s just make Dan think you’re a player, good call. Phil shook his head.

“Oh, do you now? Should I say thank you?” The sarcasm in Dan’s voice was so strong. Phil never thought he could be out done in the sarcasm department.

He glanced at Dan again. His eyes had a mind of their own and they wanted Dan, apparently. He noticed Dan had dimples, they were deep and predominate and Phil was afraid he would get lost in them. Dan was covered in freckles and Phil tried to memorize each one. He had two by his jaw line that formed a frowning face when he smiled, and created a little pink patch on his flawless skin. Dan really was beautiful and Phil was falling fast. He didn’t know why it was happening, all he knew was that it was. And if he had to be completely honest, while he was scared, he didn’t want it to stop.

“ ‘Thank you’ will work for now but, if I continue to make your days the best I might need a higher payment.” Damn, Phil was impressed with himself at this point. He shot another glance at Dan to make sure that Dan wasn’t uncomfortable with where Phil was trying to direct the conversation and saw the boy smile, putting his dimples on show again.

“Oh yeah? Well how about if you come to the shop tomorrow and leave near closing time, I can walk you home again?”

Phil’s breath hitched.

“What makes you think I would want to do this again?” Trying to sound as unamused and amused at the same time was a really hard thing to do. Trying to play it cool and smart was a talent that did not come easy to Phil.

“Oh,”

shit, did that come out as rude? Phil was about to interject when Dan continued,

“There is just something about your facial expressions that tell me otherwise, Philip. I guess we’ll see tomorrow if you really want to make my day better or not.”

Phil motioned with his hands that they had arrived at his apartment building, and went for the door resting his hand on the handle. Turning around to face Dan, Phil’s face dropped for a second. He really wasn’t ready for this conversation to be over. This walk was supposed to help him know Dan a bit better and it was actually full of sarcastic comments laced with flirtatious connotations.

“Well, I guess we will. It will be a surprise to both of us if I come in or not.” Phil tried to sound mysterious but, he didn’t think it worked.

“I’ve been told you have a bit of a coffee problem so… I’ll see you tomorrow, Phil.” Dan said in the softest voice as he raised his hand to signal a good bye and turned the other way.

“Dan!” Phil shouted before he got too far away.

Dan turned around and did his smile once again.

“Thank you again for walking me home. You really didn’t have to do so.” Phil was half way inside his building but, he wanted to see Dan smile once more before he walked back into his apartment where memories he tries to forget come flooding back in trying to drown his eyes.

Dan shouted back, “No don’t worry about it seriously,” He lowered his head, “It will give me some time to call my girlfriend anyway.”

What was that?

“Night Phil.”

And with that he turned around and headed into the night back to his own apartment.

Phil stepped into his building and closed the door. Taking the steps up to his flat, he couldn’t help but, feel a twinge of disappointment, he was dating Becca…

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Breathing faster than a boy his age should be breathing, Dan walked back to is building.

What just happened?

Was Phil flirting with him? Did he flirt back? Why did telling Phil he had a girlfriend make him feel sick?

It was nothing.

They just hit it off really well and hopefully end up being really good friends.

Dan wasn’t sure exactly what he was feeling at the moment other than Phil got his heart racing good and Dan didn’t know what to make of that.

Dan hit the call button on his phone with his heart still beating fast and the butterflies that accompanied them through the whole walk.

Calling: Carol.

But, was it Carol Dan wanted to be talking to right now?

#phan fiction #phan fic #phan #dnp #lmmye #dan and phil #dan is a baker #working in a coffee shop #phil is a struggling artist #baker/painter au

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