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sergeant-angels-trashcan · 2 months

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Thinking about disabled AK!Jason tonite with a disabled s/o

Let's be fr this man could/should be an ambulatory wheelchair user but he won't because he doesn't know that's a thing and wouldn't think he deserved it. If you're an ambulatory wheelchair user maybe one day you manage to lovingly bully him into just TRYING it and it is life changing

He uses his ambulatory energy to do Red Hood shit nbd

if he doesn't use a wheelchair he's got at least 2 braces--shoulder and knee

Baby has chronic pain, arthritis, chronic migraines from being beaten

Missing some teeth too

take this boy to your neuro or your ortho!!!! he is totally unaware he does not need to live like this. better living through chemistry

let's get him some therapy too

you WILL have to go to his drs appointments with him. mans WILL freak the fuck out for ANY medical procedure, has very serious medical abuse trauma. if he can see how your drs help you he is much more likely to go if he can see that you are benefiting from your providers and that they haven't harmed you

if you're scared of drs he will FULLY stand behind you. probably not that healthy tbh but he gets it

having a special Migraine Protocol for each of you (it's basically just a snack and a drink, blue light filter glasses, a sleep mask with headphones for that special Migraine Playlist)

make your own pain scales and talk through frequency of pain bc when you have constant or near constant pain it fucks up your ability to quantify it so making your own pain scale is helpful (he probably uses shakespeare plays or authors. like a 5 for jason is twilight, because you can see some problems but it's fun and fluffy but when you start looking closer OH NO SO MANY PROBLEMS)

pain meters on a wall near the kitchen so you can know what you're working with

CBD patches

the AK suit is basically a giant brace/mobility aid so you help him figure out how to adapt it for his red hood persona, how to make it lighter and allow for greater ROM

will remind you to do physical therapy

resistance bands ALL OVER THE HOUSE

learning bodywork techniques

AT LEAST once a week using a special oil or lotion to work into some of his bigger scars to make the tissue more mobile

giving him a back/neck/scalp/face massage

after a while obvi that's a lot of trust he's putting in you

NOT deep tissue. don't hurt him more. you can have effective therapeutic massage without hurting a person

trager work involves basically shaking a limb and letting the weight of the muscle do all the work but it feels weird the first time and he'd just start laughing at you

specially if you do his glutes

but it feels really nice so he stops laughing and it does help his lower body pain

putting magnesium lotion on each other's neck and shoulders

start to ask each other "are you angry or in pain?"

hand massages

teaching him to stop pushing through the pain

one of his knees is basically bone on bone so you always know when the weather is changing

if u both have bad knees u just don't even when the weather is changing. take some pain meds, use your topical pain reliever of choice, prop those joints up and snuggle in bed. watch a youtube series or he can read to you

heated blankets as heating pads supremacy

occasionally he'll be in pain and the kind of pain where you feel like you're going insane, so as a distraction he will go online and buy a bunch of weird pain-relieving gadgets and you'll spend a week trying them out

(sometimes his pain fog shopping spree is blind boxes, or nail polish, or statement shirts)

all of his siblings know to come to your place if they get beat tf up because your medicine cabinet is UNreal

you're about to give cass or steph a Controlled Substance Pain Reliever and you pause "this is technically drug dealing, isn't it? dOn'T teLL rEd hOOD" jason is literally patching them up right next to you

soft blankets

reminding each other it's ok to take it slow

he's constantly tearing into the other rogues for not having ADA accessible lairs (except Ivy who successfully argued that the plants make it ADA accessible which will do. FOR NOW.)

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azrielslightintheshadows · 6 months

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Hi there! I read your cassian fic you posted and absolutely love it!! I was hoping for more cassian x reader content, with a similar reader (shy, insecure). Perhaps she gets her period and tries to go through training and all without bothering cassian about it because she doesn't want to be a bother. But the pains become too much and cassian eventually finds out...ensue lots of fluff ❤️

Perfect mate.

Cassian x f!Reader

Masterlist

Warnings; no warnings just pure fluff.

I don't know why but every time I write something about Cassian my heart melts and I feel so safe and comfortable. I enjoyed this request so much since I'm also on my period so thank you!Hope you enjoy it too!

For the first time since you met your mate you were glad that you woke up alone as pain filled your body and you groaned. You knew your circle was coming because your power was out of control for a week now, so you were prepared. You slipped out of bed with a groan and grabbed the bottle you kept on your nightstand, Madja had given it to you a few days ago it was supposed to help with the pain. You drank half of it and headed to the bathroom, you needed to get the smell off you so Cassian wouldn’t notice.

He wouldn’t have a problem with it on the contrary he would do anything in his power to make you feel comfortable and ease your pain, but you didn’t want to bother him, it had been a while since Prythian was at peace again and you wanted to let him enjoy it until something else came up.

After your bath you got dressed and walked to the dining room to get breakfast, you took a seat and a plate filled with food appeared in front of you. You stared at it, nausea hit you like a brick and you almost gagged. Okay no breakfast, I can do this. You thought and hurried off to the roof.

Cassian was already there, he was shirtless and sweaty, and you almost drooled at the sight, your cheeks burned, and you lowered your gaze. You had obviously seen him naked multiple times before, but you still couldn’t get used to his beauty. Cassian noticed this and smirked.

“It’s okay doll stare as much as you want it’s all yours” his voice was deep and melodic and sent shivers down your spine. How did you get so lucky? Not only he is hot, but he also treats you like a queen, your every wish is his command and he has helped you get out of your shell more than anyone. Every shaky step you took in order to become more confident he saw it as a huge success and cheered making you try harder.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable it was just a joke” he pulled you out of your thoughts and you noticed his worried eyes.

“What? No, I was just thinking how lucky I am to have you as my mate” you smiled and walked up to him. His frown turned to a grin, and he grabbed your waist pulling you so close that you could feel all his muscles.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He whispered and kissed your head. “But this flattery won’t get you out of training” he chuckled, and you slapped his chest.

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You were panting, Cassian wasn’t going easy on you and the tonic Madja gave you was wearing off, the pain emerging stronger than ever. You lost your balance at the same time as Cassian kicked and his foot landed on your side making you gasp. Strong arms grabbed you before you hit the ground and your mate’s panicked voice echoed through the ring “are you okay?”

You nodded and placed your hand on your abdomen.

“Talk to me doll, what’s wrong, where’s the pain?” His hands were all over your body, his eyes frantically searching for an injury.

“I’m okay” you croaked and clenched your eyes shut.

Cassian was on the verge of crying, the frustration was getting the best of him and he grabbed your jaw turning your head so you would look at him.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry I didn’t have the time to stop. What did I do…. please doll show me where it hurts”

“Cass it’s not your fault, I’m on my circle and the tonic Madja gave me wore off and the pain came back stronger, so I lost my balance. It’s my fault I shouldn’t have come to training today” you confessed, your heart broke at the sight of him, so panicked and sad.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He exclaimed.

“I didn’t want to bother you” your eyes burned.

He just shook his head and lifted you in his arms. “You need a hot bath and afterwards we will cuddle no more work today”.

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After your bath he placed you on the bed and laid next to you, he pulled you on him and his wings covered you creating a cocoon. He picked your favourite book and started reading to you, pausing between every chapter to leave a kiss on your head. You dozed off feeling safe and comfortable in his arms, his warmth embracing you and his wings keeping the sun out of your eyes.

When you woke up again it was afternoon and you were still in the same position, Cassian’s snores breaking the silence. You stared at his face, his strong and sharp jaw, his full lips and his long lashes… how could someone be so beautiful. A smirk slowly appeared on his lips.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Very much sir” you smiled, and he chuckled.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked, his eyes remained shut, yet his hands rubbed your back.

“Yes… I think your warmth is helping with the pain” you muttered and buried your face in his neck.

“Then I think you need to stay on me today”

“We have to be at dinner tonight, Rhysand said that he has an announcement to make” you whispered and shoved your cold hands beneath him making him tense and chuckle.

“Alright” he picked you up and placed you next to him, he got dressed and threw one of his shirts to you along with a pair of leggings.

You groaned as you slipped out of bed and got dressed.

“Ready?” He asked and you nodded.

You started walking towards the door and yelped when his strong arms circled your waist, and he picked you up manoeuvring you so his hand was beneath your back and the other behind your knees.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“I told you; you need to stay on me today” he smiled.

And you did, hiding your face in his neck when everyone stared at you curiously as you were sitting on him for the whole dinner and flinching when he screamed after Rhysand announced that he and Feyre were expecting another baby.

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fairydustblossom · 1 year

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losing control {part 2}

azriel x reader

summary: you and azriel have been best friends for decades. giving romance a chance takes some time to figure out.

category: angst, slow-burn, friends-to-lovers (kinda), fluff,

word count: 3.4k

warnings: some like super super light smut, hints at it really

notes: here’s part 2!! I thought this part was going to be more angsty but i caved and made it cute ◡̈ fret not tho bc angst is definitely coming,, enjoy!

{part 1} | {part 3} | {part 4} | {part 5}

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Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel were all standing in silence around the High Lords office, looking at each other, waiting for one to start talking. Azriel appeared from the shadows moments ago and conversation in the room had died down. By the look on their faces, Azriel knew they had been talking about him. He rolled his eyes, crossed his arms, looked at Cassian, and then at Rhys. A muscle ticked in his jaw when he met Rhys gaze, a look on his face that told Azriel he was trying to figure out what hel was feeling. It wasn’t often he was late or dismissed his brother.

He wondered what exactly they had been talking about but didn’t feel like interrogating another set of people that wouldn’t give him an honest answer, and hoped they would do the same in not questioning his disheveled appearance right now. His heart was still beating hard in his chest, his shadows were in a bit of a frenzy and he felt slightly nauseous at the thought of the conversation he would have with you tonight. Simply waiting for Rhys to start the meeting, he tried convincing the voice in his head to quiet down, managing to reign in his shadows.

Rhys cleared his throat and clapped his hands, “Well, let’s get started. Shall we?”

“Yes, let’s get started. I’m starving! I wanna get this done so I can eat and go to bed. Don’t tell her I told you, but Y/N really tired me out today. I knew she could fight but DAMN did she knock me around today. I felt like a punching bag” Cassian exclaimed with a hearty laugh.

At the mention of your name, Azriels heart started racing again. Dammit Cassian, he thought, just when he had managed to regain his composure. Cooling his expression, he stared at Rhys to keep from glaring at his other brother. He felt like his entire body was itching to be with you, to kiss you, to fix whatever was going on and carry on like normal. The look on your face and your silence felt wrong. His stomach knotted up again as your words replayed in his mind.

“I’m okay Az, I’ve just had a lot on my mind lately.”

Rhys arched an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk. “Care to explain?”

“Y/N lost her shit at practice today. We were sparring and she BLASTED me off with her fucking powers. I swear I almost shat my pants. My entire torso is bruised and I can barely sit. I’m gonna have to think of a way to get her back. Nesta was pissed. I mean, it did get me some special treatment afterwards. I guess I shouldn’t complain. Maybe I should thank Y/N instead” Cassian laughed again and quieted down with a smug look on his face, probably thinking about his ‘special treatment’ from Nesta.

Azriel fought the urge to roll his eyes. His brother's joyfulness was reminding him of how he was feeling, which was the exact opposite. He wanted special treatment and given your distance, he certainly wasn’t getting any tonight. That thought made his chest ache. His body didn’t know what emotion to feel. Anger, sadness, annoyance, fear- his emotions were running wild and he felt completely scrambled. The hold you had on him was unlike any he had ever experienced

At Cassian’s explanation, Rhys raised both eyebrows and released a mix between a chuckle and a snort.

With an amused look on his face he said “You probably deserved it, Cass. What did you do?”

“Nothing!” Cassian exclaimed. “I swear! I told her to concentrate and I gave her some shit for skipping training yesterday but I do that, like, everyday. I don’t know. She just said she lost control.”

Azriel was zoning out of the conversation trying to not react to every mention of your name, but at the mention of skipping training his ear quirked up. You had missed training? You never did that. You were just as serious about your job as him, he had only known you to skip a few times, only after Solstice or a night at Rita’s. His face gave no hint of how he was feeling, but he was confused. Had your activities the night before left you that sore? He hadn't been rough, he thought.

An image flashed in his mind of you underneath him, eyes rolled back in pleasure. He felt a flutter in his belly and the need to take you again rising within him. Quickly, he made sure his mental shields were up, in case a certain High Lord was lurking around and fought off the blush rising to his face.

“Azriel?” He heard Rhys ask with an expectant look on his face. Shit, did he ask something? Azriel thought to himself “Did you see this happen? Is Cassian exaggerating?”

“He wouldn’t know, he was too busy flirting with Gwyn.” Cassian snickered, “Weren’t you Az?”

Azriel couldn’t fight off the blush this time and he shifted his feet once, twice, wings ruffling slightly before clearing his throat. His shadows were becoming agitated again. “I was not flirting with Gwyn, Cass. And yes, Cassian is exaggerating. She didn’t blast him off, she knocked him over a few steps”

“You totally were! You were feeling her up from behind and she was totally like ‘Oh Az I love when you hold me, come hold me at the library and I'll hold you in the training pit’ ALSO that is a gross- what’s the opposite of exaggeration?”

“Understatement” Rhys said at the same time Cassian shouted “MISS-EXAGGERATION of the truth. I’m telling you Rhys, Az couldn’t tell you his ass from his elbow the way he was flirting with Gwyn. Ask Nesta”

“I was not flirting. I kept a professional distance and treated everyone in the class the same way-”

“Guess you were flirting with the whole class then-” Cassian scoffed.

“And I don’t think your mate is a reliable source on today's accounts” Azriel finished.

“Alright we can just settle this with the actual truth” Rhys said and moments later he felt sharp talons clawing at his mental shields. Azriel held his stance and refused his brother entrance.

Usually, Azriel would let him in without holding back. He was loyal to his brother but he couldn’t risk Rhys seeing the image he had just been thinking about and all the different thoughts about you, your conversation, and the way you looked during training. If he was honest with himself, he didn’t actually fully see what had happened between you and Cassian. He was too busy trying to sneak glances at you, hoping he wasn’t being too obvious in front of the Valkyries. He struggled all morning on not focusing on the way your sculpted arms shone in the sun, the sweat rolling down your neck, the way your leathers hugged your legs, the way they hugged your ass.

So for this reason, he refused to let Rhys see.

Rhys was surprised but didn’t push Azriel, having noticed the mood he was in. He simply pursed his lips while he looked into Cassian's mind to see what had happened from his point of view.

“Well I gotta say Az, I am seeing Cassian eat some shit after Y/N punched him. I wouldn’t necessarily call it a blast, but he did end up quite a few feet away… Maybe I should make her my war general.” the violet eyed male smirked, getting a reaction out of Cassian, “I can also definitely see you standing reaaally close to Gwyn while she flirts with you. Seems like there’s more truth in Cassian's words than lies today”

Azriel frowned slightly, returning to his inner monologue.

He didn’t think Gwyn had been flirting with him. Right? They were friends. Just friends. Sure, he noticed Gwyn felt more comfortable around him than other males, but he thought it was just because they had both been through hardships that left them scarred. A few shadows crept up and curled around his wrists. They always did that when he thought of his past.

Had Gwyn really been flirting? Oh Gods, he realized in alarm, Did Y/N think I was flirting with Gwyn? In front of her? She has to know I would never do that. No, it can’t be that. She’s been avoiding me since yesterday.

“Az you can’t seriously tell us you didn’t notice Gwyn flirting with you. Aren’t you supposed to be, like, a Spymaster?”

This time, Azriel did shoot Cassian a glare, one that made Cassian raise his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, maybe you weren’t flirting with Gwyn, but she definitely was. Everyone noticed.”

With a chuckle, Rhys clapped his hands again and began the meeting.

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Back in your room, you did everything in your power to relax and pull yourself together. You bathed, got dressed, tried reading, tried catching up on paperwork from missions, until finally you had given up. It was evening now and you were sitting on the window nook in your room, fidgeting with the silver ring you wore on your thumb. The ring on your finger had been Azriel’s. It had the mountains and stars of Velaris carved around it. Alternating between overlooking the city and staring at the door across the other side of your room, you waited, thinking of when Azriel had given it to you.

As you traced the mountains, you closed your eyes and remembered the day he had given you the ring. He didn’t wear his rings often and when he did, you could never keep your hands off them. The ring you wore now had always been the one you played with the most, the tips of your fingers always finding their way to his forefinger. You would stroke his fingers one by one up and down the length of them, more often than not giving his forefinger the most attention. When you had first started doing it you hadn’t even realized what you were doing until you felt Azriel twitch slightly and his shadows wrapping around his hands. He had blushed, and you felt giddy at the fact that you could make him blush. The giddiness giving you the confidence to lift his hands from his shadows up to your lips, a few shadows still trailing behind. After placing a kiss on each of his knuckles, you had dropped his hand back to where his shadows had gathered, looking up at Azriel with a soft smile.

The shock gradually turning into warmth in Ariel's eyes had made you feel alive. You had wanted nothing more than for him to know how much you adored him, every part of him. His hand went up to cup the side of your face, covering almost all of it, and you leaned your face against it and then he kissed you. It hadn’t been the first time, but it had felt like the most intimate kiss you had shared.

Later that night, limbs tangled together, he grabbed your hand from its resting place on his chest and repeated the actions you had done earlier that day. Trailing his fingers up and down each one of yours, he placed a feather light kiss on your knuckles and slipped the ring onto your thumb. Looking at it now reminded you of those kisses and your heart longed for them.

Suddenly, two soft knocks snapped you out of your day dream and you quickly looked up. Azriel. Breathing in and out as you walked over you told yourself you were not going to be weird anymore. After he had left the changing room you had felt worse than you had all day, and a little cruel. This male that you got to privately call your own had shown you nothing but adoration. You felt ashamed at the way you let your overthinking and then your jealousy take over you. If Azriel wanted to take this slow, to keep this from his family, you would be patient. You would wait for him to be ready. He deserved nothing less.

When you opened the door you were met with striking golden eyes and your breath caught in your throat. Gods, he was beautiful. And you mentally rolled your eyes at yourself, you always reacted like this everytime you set your eyes on him after a few hours. It was like your brain went into shock and needed a moment to process his beauty. Trailing your gaze down, you noticed he was holding a plate.

“You weren’t at dinner so I um brought you some '' was his greeting, deep voice washing over you. The only thing your body wanted to do at that moment was to throw your arms around him. But you refrained, thinking it would probably be a little unfair after scaring him into thinking something was wrong.

“Thank you, Az.” you whispered, grabbing the plate from him, walking over to rest it on a table and taking a peek at what was in it. Soup. And your heart felt like melting again. He knew exactly what you needed.

When you turned back around you noticed he had stepped inside your room but was still standing by the door. His distance felt unnatural, a feeling of distress overcame you. You wanted to erase the weirdness you had caused so you walked over to him and grabbed him by his hands, leading him to the end-of-bed bench. You pushed him down and after debating for just a second, you sat on his lap. How could you not? He looked irresistible and he had brought you food.

His arms immediately wrapped around you and you cradled his face in your hands. Some of the tension he came in with had left his body and the serious face he wore had shifted to a softer, worried look.

“Talk to me Y/N. Please” he said as he tightened his grip around him.

“We’re okay Az” you whispered.

He nodded, relief seeping out of him, but he still looked confused.

“What... what happened today? You said you wanted to talk about us. It didn’t really sound like we were okay”

Shame at how you had worried him, overcame you again and you dropped your head down onto his shoulder. Staying silent, you listened to his heart beat, aware that it was racing not unlike yours. How could you explain everything you had been feeling without making it into a whole thing. You just wanted to ignore it, forget you even brought up having a conversation about your relationship, and just hug Azriel all evening long.

One of his hands moved up your back and came to rest on the back of your head. After a few moments he broke the silence. “Was it… Gwyn?”

At the mention of Gwyns name you tensed up and sat up, looking him in the eyes now. The feeling of jealousy climbed up within you. What happened to regretting your jealous tantrum? You scolded yourself and tried to cool your expression.

”I’ll admit I got jealous,” you muttered, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Azriel moved to unwrap them, holding your wrists to guide you into hugging his neck. The top of your hand grazed one of his wings and you saw the way his wings reacted, a slight shudder running through them.

“You know you have nothing to worry about, right?” he said, face just inches apart.

“I know,” you sighed “it’s just- ugh it’s just annoying”

He hummed in acknowledgement. “I’m sorry baby,” your belly fluttered at the pet name, he had only recently started calling you it. “I didn’t even realize she was flirting with me.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh “Az there’s no way you didn’t realize”

He leaned in and started kissing along your jaw “I promise. I was too busy trying to concentrate on not staring at you all morning.”

You felt a pang in your chest. What was so bad about staring at you? You didn’t care who saw you staring at him.

Another kiss was placed on your neck. He was nuzzled in there now slowly working his way up and you brushed the feeling aside, trying to hold onto your resolve to not bring up how you had really been feeling. It wasn’t just jealousy, it was the secrecy of your relationship. You felt ready to openly be with Azriel.

“I think everyone knew today that Gwyn was flirting with you. And… you were standing behind her… I saw you blushing.” You mumbled, not wanting it to seem like you were accusing him. You knew he hadn’t taken any part in the flirting, but it still felt wrong to you. Why didn’t he shut it down?

He stilled and leaned back to look at you with a pained expression “I was blushing because I was thinking about how good you looked. I couldn’t stop staring at your ass.” He chuckled, a blush creeping up on his face. “I promise baby you are all I think about, I couldn’t even let Rhys into my memories to see you punch Cass because all he would've seen was me checking you out. I only know Gwyn was flirting with me because Cassian told me”

You raised an eyebrow, still holding on to your skepticism, not truly believing that you could consume his thoughts so much to the point he was unaware of a beautiful female flirting right in front of him. But then again, he consumed yours in just that way. You and Azriel were together. You were the first female he had pursued an actual relationship with in centuries and you just needed to stop forgetting that.

Wait, you sat up in alarm, realizing what Azriel had just said and you groaned.

“Rhys knows about what happened?” covering your face with your hand you mumble “I’m so embarrassed. Was he mad?”

Azriel grinned and raised his eyebrows, “Did you really expect Cassian to keep quiet?”

One of his hands rubbed soothing circles into your back “Don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal, Rhys wasn’t upset. He said Cassian probably deserved it.”

“He really didn’t” you mumbled “I was hoping he didn’t tell Rhys. Last time Amren used her powers during training he made her go up and down the stairs to the house like three times to cool off”

“Yeah but that’s Amren she’s like an ancient god and can end us all with a snap of her finger”

You nodded in agreement letting out a tiny laugh. A silence fell over you both and you scooted closer to him again, leaning your forehead against his. Readjusting yourself to straddle his lap.

“So… You couldn’t let Rhys see what you were thinking about huh?” You asked, one of Azriel’s hands coming to rest on your face and the other one gripping your hips, pulling you in closer. He hummed in response. You leaned in, lips almost touching. “And what were you thinking about Mr. ShadowSinger?”

You could feel his warm breath on your lips as anticipation built up deep in your belly. “I’d rather show you” Azriel grumbled and leaned in to kiss you. His mouth was warm, his lips were soft, and the kiss was slow. His grip on your hip tightening even more, grinding you down onto him in a slow sensual movement. Both of your hands came to rest on his defined jaw and you felt like melting. The warmth spread throughout your body as he continued kissing you unhurriedly, taking his time in moving his lips against yours. His tongue slipped past your lips and you left out a soft moan, you felt it slide across yours without overpowering it.

Azriel pulled back and started kissing down your neck, stopping to nibble at your ear and whispered “You don’t know how badly I need you” then continued down to your shoulders, slipping the strap of your dress down for more access. He kept kissing until he reached the top of your chest. He kept trailing down, sucking one hardened nipple through your dress. Another moan left your lips and your head fell back.

You grinded down on him, once, twice, before he picked you up and placed you on the bed. He climbed over you, his wings blocking out the light and creating a space that felt cozy and intimate. He kissed you again with passion, rolling his hips against yours.

“I’m yours.” Another kiss. “And you’re mine.” He made his way down the bed, determined to make you feel just how much he had been missing your touch the past two days.

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redbleedingrose · 1 year

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Azriel loving his chubby mate headcanon

Just a small little headcanon about Az worshiping and loving on his chubby mate. I hope y’all enjoy just as much as I did.

Dedicated to my beautiful and kind best friend @princess-tulip-writes and all my chubby girlies out there. You are deserving of love.

Kinda NSFW so 18+ only!

Az wanted to fall to his knees when he first met you. They became so weak but also he wanted to kiss the ground you walked on. It was like this angel or goddess had descended and was in his presence. Your sweet scent literally has his mouth watering.

At first, he is too nervous to approach you. You are by far the most ethereal person he has ever seen, and he cannot believe that he could have someone like you. It takes him weeks to build up the courage to approach you. His shadows follow you around all day reporting back to him all that you do, and he falls more and more. Deeper and deeper in love with you. Anytime he hears that you have picked up a new book to read, he is rushing to the library under the house to grab the same one. He spends hours annotating and reading every line so delicately, thinking about all the things that you would be thinking about. Wondering what you would say in certain moments.

A part of him has also been holding back because he knows the danger that he could put you in by even looking at you. But eventually the urge to talk to you becomes irrisistable. He feels selfish for approaching you but your honeyed voice and delicate nature has him folding so hard. He can't stop thinking about how his hands would feel grasping at your chub, clinging to your waist or hip dips. He constantly wants to pull you into him so he can feel the warmth and comforting scent you give off.

He loves the feeling of your softness against him and he can never get enough. He spends hours cuddling with you, holding you close to him, practically clinging to you because he loves the feel of your body against his hardened muscle.

When you finally mate, he spends a whole month worshiping every inch of you.

Over and over, in every way possible.

You are ready to leave the house by week 3 but he keeps pulling you back into bed or bending you over the counter. If you ever feel the need to go out, he would pick you up into bridal style with such easy and fly you around. He loves the windswept look that you get and it makes him so hard thinking about his cock down your throat with those dough eyes staring up at him.

He kisses and licks every single inch of your body, grasping at your hips and waist and thighs. He loves to rest his hand on the chub of your thigh when you sit next to each other and read in silence. He occasionally squeezes reassuring himself that this isn't a dream. That this is his reality.

He always brags to Cass and Rhys during their bat boy conference meetings (which are actually just for drinking and being the busy bodies they are) and he just spends hours discussing how beautiful you look. How your tits bounce when you ride his cock and the pudge of your belly makes him want to cum in you so you swell even further with his babes.

He always talks about the blush you get on your beautiful chubby cheeks, gasping and moaning, literally speechless from the way he is on top of you, thrusting in and out. He always comes back home ready to spread your legs for your sweet taste. Oh and don't even get me started on how he brags about your thighs wrapped around his head when he laps at your cunt.

It is so soft and warm, he always tells Cass and Rhys he wants to die between your legs, that is how good it feels. It feels like his own personal piece of heaven. He always encourages you to sit on his face, he wants to drown himself in you.

And you are obviously okay with this because you, Feyre, and Nesta always get together to gossip about the bat boys, discussing all the new sex positions you have tried, anything sweet that they did, anything annoying that they did, etc.

He absolutely adores and loves you. Every part of you. Your personality and character is so pure, he loves you for it. He loves your laugh, the way your eyes sparkle as you tease him, the way you rub your lips together while anxious. He loves the way you pick up a book and don’t put it down until you have finished reading it. He loves the way you interact with Nyx, and the way that you have made his family, your family.

He absolutely loves doing things with you too. He loves reading with you. At first, you had to do it without the fireplace lit because of how it scared him on the inside. It is something that you clocked and you didn't even need to mention it to him. But eventually, slowly, he was able to use the fireplace for the first time in his entire life. And the moment he realized he wasn't afraid anymore was one time where he was too desperate for you and made love to you in front of the fireplace in the living room after a long mission. You fell asleep in his arms and the way the light from the fire highlighted your curves and your chub made him want to light fires.

He loves baking with you and watching you cook. He thinks it is so domestic and he can’t help but need that, given his lifestyle as the spymaster. He struggles with the fact that he commits such dark deeds, but you bring light into his life. You help him see the goodness within him that only a mate could bring.

It makes him go absolutely feral knowing that he can provide for you and your future family. The way your hips and chub plumpen even further when you mate makes him so proud. He cant help but think of the young child he was who was locked away and starving, and he knows that he will never let that happen to you or his babes.

He makes himself a lot of promises when it comes to you that are like that. He promises to himself that you and your future babes will always feel safe and protected with him. He promises to himself to try to heal from his past traumas so that you can have the best version of him, even though he is perfect in your eyes. He promises to himself to let himself love you that way you deserve to be loved, not from the sidelines, but fully and deeply.

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hellcat8908 · 9 months

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Bonds Part Two

You splash cold water on your face as you try to wrap your head around all of this. There's a soft knock on the door, "I'll be out in a minute." You calmly tell Azriel. "Take you're time, I have a meeting with Rhys, so I'm headed out. Just make yourself at home, and I'll be back soon. Do you need me to bring you anything?" He tells you. "Umm...could you bring me a change of clothes please." You ask. "Of course, anything else?" He replies. "No, I think I'm ok otherwise." You answer. "I'll see you in a bit." He says before you hear his footsteps retreating. You peek out the door to find you're alone. Your mind takes over flooding with all the what-ifs and possible outcomes. You wonder if Azriel knew about the bond already. If he hadn't, how would he react. What would this do to the friendship between Azriel and Cassian, let alone Cassian and the inner circle once they find out about him sleeping with Nesta. Suddenly, you're overwhelmed with all your thoughts. You walk over to Azriels desk and find some blank paper and a pen to try to organize your thoughts and help process your feelings.

Meanwhile, at the House of Wind...

Azriel is in the middle of his meeting with Rhys when the door bursts open. Cassian storms in, "Why are you keeping y/n from seeing me?!" He practically yells. "I'm not keeping her from anything, she is a grown woman and can make her own choices." He says, keeping his voice calm. "What is going on?" Rhys asks, interrupting Cass and Az. "I cheated on y/n with Nesta the night of Starfall." Cassian admits. "You what?!" Rhys says with shock and anger lacing his voice, "you really fucked up." Cassian's shoulders sag as his wings touch the floor, "I know I did. She didn't deserve to be put through any of this." He admits. "I'd hate to be you when Feyre and Mor find out." Azriel says.

"When Feyre and Mor find out what?" Feyre says as her and Mor walk in. "When you find out that I cheated on y/n with your sister." He says unable to look at her or Mor. "I'm sorry it sounds like you said you cheated on y/n." Feyre says in disbelief. Mor looks murderous as she glares at Cassian. "How could you? And with Nesta of all people?" She practically yells. "It's not like I meant for it to happen! The last thing I wanted to do was hurt y/n! But everything just happened so fast." Feyre turns her attention to Rhys, "where is y/n now?" She asks with a worried tone. "She is staying at my cabin for the time being." Azriel says more protectively than he intends. "You're more than welcome to stop by if you'd like, but I can't promise she'll want company." He says. "Thank you, if you'll excuse me I'm going to have a chat with my sister." Feyre says as her voice turns cold.

Her and Mor make their leave before Rhys tells Cassian to go back to his duties. He shuts the door behind him as he walks out. After a few moments of silence Rhys asks, "how are you doing with all of this?" Azriel runs his fingers through his hair, "honestly I have no clue what I'm doing." Rhys pulls a bottle and two glasses out before pouring you and him a drink. "I know how hard it was watching my mate go through her situation with Tamlin, but I can't imagine what you're going through because it's Cass." Azriel gives him a smirk, "of course you would know." He says before taking a drink. "After hiding mine from Feyre I know all the tricks, plus you basically announced it with the whole she's staying at my cabin."

Rhys grins. "I guess I did, now I just need the bond to snap for her." Azriel says. "Hopefully she doesn't have to find from someone else, been there and it's not fun."

Azriel laughs at how pissed Feyre was at Rhys. "Go home and check on her." Rhys says.

Back at the cabin...

You're body aches after sitting on the floor with your papers strewn about the coffee table. You decide to soak in a hot bath to hopefully ease your muscles. You fill the massive tub with hot water before undressing. The steam already making you feel better. You step into the tub and lower yourself in, the water coming up to your neck. You rest your head against the edge as you let the hot water relax your body. Once the water cools you step out and get dressed in another one of Azriel's shirts. You walk into the living room, surprised to see Azriel sitting on the couch. Panic sets in as you realize you left your jumbled mess of papers on the coffee table. You quickly move to pick them up and move them, hoping Azriel hadn't seen what was written on them.

You feel the gentle touch of one of his shadows, "calm down sweetheart, I can practically hear your mind from here." He says as his shadow gently tugs you towards the couch. "I didn't snoop if that's what you're worried about." He says softly. You sit next him tucking your feet under you. "It's not snooping if it's your house, plus I did leave it on the coffee table." You say while playing with the hem of the shirt your wearing. "You have a right to privacy regardless of those conditions." He replies as he brushes a strand of hair out of your face. "How was your meeting with Rhys?" You ask wanting to talk about anything else.

"It was going well until Cassian stormed in." He says as he gages your reaction. "How bad was it?" You ask. "It was just a bunch of yelling, Rhys, Feyre, and Mor know though." He answers as he gently takes your hand. Your cheeks heat with embarrassment, "It was only a matter of time before everyone found out anyway." You say as you look away. "Feyre and Mor are worried about you, they may stop by at some point but it's up to you if you want to see them or not." You just nod as his thumb gently strokes the back of your hand. You sit in silences as a few moments pass. "Azriel there's something I need to talk to you about." You say softly. "What's that, sweetheart?"

"This morning when I ran into the bathroom, it's because I felt it." You tell him barely loud enough for him to hear. His thumb stops moving but he doesn't let go of your hand. "Felt what?" He asks, not wanting to jump to conclusions. You take a deep breath, "the bond between us." You answer. You see a faint smile before his face goes back to serious, "how does that make you feel?" He asks softly, his voice sounding hopeful. "Confused, anxious, and a little scared to be honest." He takes in your words before asking you to try to elaborate. "Confused as to why now of all times, anxious because of how you're going to react, and a little scared because what happens now." You answer him. He gives you a genuine smile, "I don't have an answer for why now, but I wish I did. As for my reaction, I've known for awhile now, but I didn't want to ruin your happiness, so I've been handling it in my own way. As for what happens now, nothing happens unless you want it to. Nothing has to change between us, you are in full control." He says as he tries to reassure you and make you comfortable. "I think you need some time to yourself and don't think you should be rushing into anything right now." He says as he stroke the back of your hand again.

You look into his eyes, "I'm sorry that you had to watch me be with someone else all this time knowing what I was to you." You say as you move closer to him. "I do want to be with you, but I do think you're right about me needing time." You tell him as your lips move closer to his. "I've waited all this time. What's a little while longer." He says softly. You close the distance and press your lips to his, letting him deepen it. You pull away and break the kiss, "Promise you'll wait til I'm ready?" You ask him. "I promise." He says, pulling you close and wrapping a wing around you. You feel the familiar sting of the tattoo on your wrist as a matching one appears on Azriels.

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fieldofdaisiies · 9 months

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202 Kisses

ship: Gwynriel type: smutty drabble warning(s): m o r, minors DNI word count: 1,1k words summary: Azriel once again won the snowball fight, this time the reward is something wholly new. I am not sure anyone has ever written something like that as I don't read Gwynriel stories, but @vulpes-fennec wrote an incredibly one shot for Elucien in a birchin, if you haven't read that please go check it out, it is phenomenal, you can find it here

"I was told I'll find the winner here." Azriel’s eyes open, a smirk playing on his lips he leans forward and now has the answer why Cass and Rhys left the birchin all of a sudden.

A low hum rumbles in his throat, knowing exactly what expects him in a few moments.

"Gwyn,“ he rasps, giving his stunning mate a once over. She is dressed in a just a thin towel, that is tightly wrapped around her lithe body and leaves absolutely nothing to imagination. Gods, she is his end!

"Mhm,“ the priestess hums, closing the door behind her.

Azriel cocks a brow, waiting for her to continue. Sucking her lower lip between her teeth, Gwyn elegantly slides closer to her mate, mischief sparkling brightly in her eyes.

When she stands in front of him, her toes touching his, she leans down and lets the tip of her finger run over his pec. "Tell me, Shadowsinger," she breathes, grinning. "How many times have you won the snowball fight already?"

He can barely answer, every rational thought has fled his mind, his sole focus on his mate and the towel that slowly slides down her beautiful body. It pools around her feet, but Azriel keeps his gaze locked with hers. He knows if he takes one look at her body, there is no holding back, all restraints broken, his power unleashed.

Azriel swallows thickly and rasps, "Two-hundred-and-two times."

His eyes are glazed with lust, his whole body tense, rigid.

Gwyn giggles happily, leaning further down so she can brace her hands on his strong thighs, muscles rippling beneath her palms.

"Then you shall receive a kiss for every win." She lifts her eyes to his. "And I shall start here." Leaning in, her lips brush his, kissing him slowly, teasingly, tongue sliding out to part his lips and then taste his mouth. Their kiss is long and languid, nothing is rushing them, as their lips connect and bodies melt together. Their frenzy is fuelled by the heat and humidity surrounding them, minds clouded by desire and lust. The wooden bench groans beneath Azriel when he shifts a little, Gwyn's hips perfectly fitting into his scarred hands, almost like she had been made for him.

Warmth envelops their bodies, caressing their skin like an soft embrace as they give themselves to the other, kissing and tasting.

The smell of herbs lies in the air, the steam rising around them, luring them to fully give into the desire, their bodies aching for the other.

The soft and dim lighting accentuates the serene and sensual atmosphere inside the birchin.

Azriel groans lowly in his throat, feeling how his mate nibbles on his lip and then pulls back.

"Little minx," he rumbles, grinning up at her.

"I am not done yet. 201 more kisses are left. Then we can play." An almost feline grin graces her beautiful face as she cocks her head, hair shifting over one shoulder. Momentarily, her gaze drops to her mate's hard erection, his lust just as acute as her own. And damn, is it hard to hold back, but for his endless teasing and edging he deserves this. She told him he would pay for it one day. And now is that day.

Leaning in, Gwyn plasters soft and slow kisses down her mate's neck, taking her time to nibble on his skin, which elicits the most beautiful male sounds from the shadowsinger. He tips his head back, eyes falling shut as she descends, slowly kissing down his hard pecs and then lower.

Shadows and steam mingle around them, shielding them from the outside world. Humidity is high, tension so thick one could cut it with a knife.

Desire and heat clouds both their minds, making them enter a delirious state where only the two of them exist — nothing but passion and love between them.

Azriel groans somewhere deep in his throat when she finally reaches the tip of his cock, kissing him softly. But then—

"Dammit, little minx!" Azriel's eyes snap open.

Gwyn is kneeling between his thighs, her eyes wide open and innocent as she gazes up at him.

"Still not done, or weren't you counting." She grins and leans in once again, kissing down his thigh until she reaches his knee.

Azriel's chest heaves, his breathing ragged as he watches her. The steam and her own sweat makes tendrils of hair curl around her face and he once again is reminded that she is the most stunning female to exist.

Coming up again, Gwyn lets her hands slide up Azriel's thigh until she reaches his hands, pulling them forward. Then she kisses them — each scar, whispering how beautiful her mate is, how much she loves his hands, and what they can do.

"I love you," Gwyn breathes, letting go of her mate's hands. Azriel cups her face in them, watching her for a long moment, nothing but admiration and pure love in his eyes.

"I love you, Gwyn. More than words can say." He brushes his thumb over her lower lip, parting it slightly so Gwyn can suck it into her mouth, nibbling softly which sends more blood and heat into Azriel's length.

His body goes rigid, knowing that without doing much he already feels how release nears. She is just too good at it.

Gwyn can feel his need through the bond, not wasting a moment more to take him into her mouth, suckling and licking, teasing and her hand stroking the part she can't reach.

She hollows her cheeks, taking him deeper, swallowing around him, which makes the spymaster of the Night Court see stars.

A growl parts his lips, his cock twitching inside her mouth and his hand fists her hair. He fucks her mouth — obviously only since he got her consent to do so. And Gwyn, she takes it all, nails digging into Azriel's strong thighs, swallowing and licking, until he comes with a shout.

She swallows and looks up at him, grinning. Azriel is grinning as well, nothing but bliss and satisfaction on his face. They stay like this for a moment, until desire once again stretches out.

Sweat coats both their skins, running down their bodies, as Gwyn climbs onto of her mate, sliding onto his lap, his cock already hardening again as he sheathes himself inside of Gwyn.

"Now, we can play, shadowsinger."

~~~~~~~~~ tags: @moonlightazriel @goldenmagnolias @brekkershadowsinger @bubybubsters @shisingh @hyacinthoideshispanica @freyjas-musings @honeycriess @damedechance @talons-and-teeth @sv0430

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jeannineee · 11 months

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Cassian x Reader

a/n: domestic!Cassian. Need I say more? Reader and Cass are mates. Fluff & slight smut.

nsfw under the cut (18+ please)

You hummed contentedly over the stove as the smell of pancakes and bacon filled the air.

You weren’t much of a cook, but you’d figured your mate deserved breakfast as a ‘thank you’ for last night.

As if on cue, you felt Cassian’s impossibly strong arms wrap around your waist from behind. “Mornin’,” he mumbled tiredly against the crook of your neck. His tired voice…Cauldron spare you.

“Good morning.” You flipped the pancakes on the stove, and tilted your head to press a soft kiss to his lips. “There’s coffee already made,” you said to him, jutting your chin towards the coffee pot.

Cassian pressed a kiss to the side of your jaw. “You know me so well,” he replied, snatching a piece of bacon from the plate before you could register it. He laughed heartily at your glare, stuffing the bacon into his mouth as you swatted his hand away.

“Bad, Cassian,” you playfully chastised, taking in the muscles of his back, his large wings as he turned away to pour the coffee into two mugs.

“Don’t act shocked,” he said, still obnoxiously chewing the bacon. “I always act like I’ve never eaten in my life.”

You shake your head, laughing in response. “Close your mouth when you chew.”

Cassian arched a brow, still talking over the food in his mouth. “No. I like annoying you,” he joked, sipping at his coffee.

You rolled your eyes, plating the pancakes and bacon for the two of you. “That you do. But I can tolerate it, since you make up for it in other ways.”

“I made up for it last night,” he said casually.

You laughed, blushing slightly. “You’re shameless, Cas.”

He shrugged, wrapping his arms around your middle again. “You’ve put up with me for this long,” he murmured against your ear, sending chills down your spine. “You must like it.” He trailed his lips behind your ear, down the side of your neck.

You lean back against Cassian’s chest at the sensation. “You—you’re terrible, you know that?” You said breathlessly, shivering as his warm, rough hands began to lift your nightgown.

You could practically feel the grin on your mate’s face as he guided you forward towards the counter, bending you over. “Feel free to stop me at any time, baby,” Cassian said, running his hands up the back of your thighs, over the curve of your ass.

You let out a soft moan as you felt his hardness press into you from behind. “B-Breakfast is going to get cold.”

Cassian chuckled, trailing his lips up your spine. “We’ll go to that little cafe by the Sidra. If you can walk when we’re done.”

You gripped the edges of the counter, pushing your ass back against Cassian’s hard length.

Cassian’s voice was cocky as ever as he replied, “That’s what I thought.”

#acotar #acotar smut #acotar fluff #smut #acotar headcanon #cassian acotar #cassian smut #cassian x reader #a court of thorns and roses #cassian imagine #domestic!cassian

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redjaybathood · 1 year

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Sorry but just had a fic idea I think you'd appreciate.

Long story short, its when Bruce & the boys were on their holiday, Steph comes back to Gotham and surprises Slade before he can kidnap Cass letting them bail.

Bruce and the boys come back early & Leslie's 'faked' autopsy report and such come to light and while Cass (Who is more feeling something is sus than angry) & especially Tim have some complicate feelings them seem OK with things going back to normal.

But Batman kidnapped Green Arrow, so of course he'll want to do tests. Stephanie seems to avoid being alone with him under any circumstances though and he does recall her being able to sneak up on him so sneaking up on her is hard without a fight.

So, cos Alfred's softened on her a bit and she's willing to take food from her... Well she ends up drugged and knocked out as it wasn't taking its full effects. Cue Bruce's invasive medical inspections starting and stopping not long after.

Cos one, Steph's body is just a mass of scar tissue, ruined nerve endings and flayed muscles, Its a miracle she can move without screaming let alone fight as well as she can. Two, he's quick to find the autopsy scars; cos it turns out she did die, but Leslie put her on ice once she was no longer having a breakdown, injected venom into her brain later and basically went, as Steph or Jason would say "Dr Frankenstein on my insides."

Cue Bruce kind of having a breakdown in various different ways and Steph also being violently angry in a "Who gave that bastard the right!?" kind of way. Not sure after that.

Ohhhh myyyy goddddd 😭 Leslie resurrecting Steph through science, Steph showing up to save Cass like nobody was able to do for her, something wrong with Steph/what Leslie did to her as they feel the need to hide it... Like, say, what are Venom's side-effects, huh?

Or do they want to keep it hush hush bc they're afraid of the shady government organization?

Or is it her being de-anoned after her death, with the memorial service and all that plot, makes her want to keep some control over what over people know about her? Or she's just - the process of coming back was so traumatic that she literally blocks it all out, even came up with a story of helping Leslie in Africa? And, like, she believes it herself.

Or maybe Bruce just doesn't deserve to know it. And he proves it, by using Stephanie's trust to Alfred to drug her and basically vivisect her.

Just, remind me, was that before Jason's comeback or after, I am bad with timelines. But inserting Red Hood into this plot - like maybe he is the one who helps Steph to sneak out of the Bat-lab. "From one undead creature to another".

Or should it be Cass? It took her time, but she finally accepted that she doesn't care how Steph is back, the most important thing she's back.

There's like. So much that you can do with this!!!

#asks #stephanie brown

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thisiswhereikeepdcthings · 2 years

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I’ve just suddenly remembered seeing some posts about Jason being a doctor and I’m LOSING MY MIND. Can you imagine going in for a checkup and you see this guy who’s 6’4” and 200+ lbs of muscle with boots, jeans and a leather jacket and going “wow he looks like it would take a slap from God himself to hurt that guy, wonder what he’s here for” and then he turns out to be your doctor

Yeah that’d really be something haha. Even if he wasn’t wearing the leather jacket and all, and was wearing something more like what doctors normally wear, he’d still have that same effect I think. I feel like that’s probably just people’s reaction to him in general, or at least I want it to be haha.

I want Jason to be the Wayne kid that everyone is slightly intimidated by but also is like “yeah he could punch me in the face and I’d probably say thank you” and there are online polls guessing how Jason Todd would fare against the Bats, or other heroes. Jason would absolutely participate in those, anonymously, of course, saying things like, “oh yeah, he could probably take on Robin easily, have you seen the kid? He’s like four feet tall.”

And anyway, no one else in the family could do anything about it out of costume. Sure a couple of them are big and muscular *coughbrucecough*, but it also doesn’t fit their public personas at all.

Bruce very specifically is Brucie Wayne in public to avoid people thinking that about him and also because all that himbo energy has to go somewhere

Dick? Too pretty. Too nice.

Cass? You mean the absolute sweetheart of a daughter of Bruce Wayne who does ballet and deserves everything good in this world?

Tim? I mean, kid might take over the world eventually at this rate, but he’s not exactly physically threatening, ya know?

Duke? That kid is far too polite to ever seem intimidating. Way too nice.

Damian? Oh, that tiny little ball of pre-teenage angst? He’s adorable.

Stephanie? Is she actually Wayne’s kid? Does anyone know for sure? Eh. Doesn’t matter. She’s a sweetheart too and Bruce must be so proud to have such polite, adorable children.

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nightingaelic · 3 years

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New Vegas companions reacting to the courier being mildly deaf?

Upon first meeting the courier, most assumed they were shy. They didn't make eye contact often, they just stared intensely at your mouth, as if trying to physically catch the words that were said. They naturally talked with their hands when they answered questions, but their movements were too animated to be merely emphasis. Most curiously, they avoided talking to anyone who covered their head with a helmet, head wrap or bandanna, and if they absolutely had to, they constantly asked the person in question to repeat themselves. If they were lucky, the confused individual would write down what they were trying to say. If they weren't, the conversation ended prematurely and the courier's face held a look of utter frustration and disappointment for hours.

It wasn't until the third or fourth time the courier ran afoul of a New Vegas Strip Securitron that told them to get out its way that their companion pulled them aside.

Arcade Gannon: "You can't hear them, can you?" Arcade asked, pulling them back from the street where the contingent of House's robots was rolling by.

"I... a little bit," the courier protested, putting a hand to their left ear. "Mostly out of this side. It's been ringing a lot lately, though, and normally I can compensate by just watching their mouth, but with robots..."

Arcade nodded. "You can't lip-read a bot. Sure. Why haven't you gone to the Followers yet?"

"For what?"

"An implant." Arcade furrowed his brow. "Dr. Usanagi has to have something in stock, or she could call in some favors out west and get one sent here."

The courier's hand moved upward again, to the scar that graced their hairline. "I don't think..."

Arcade's eyes widened. "Oh. Sorry. Yeah, that might make things... difficult."

Craig Boone: "Keep your eyes up," Boone said gruffly, after the courier picked themselves up from where the Securitron had tossed them after they failed to move quickly enough.

"I can't have my eyes on everything and everyone inside the Strip," the courier grumbled. "It's not my fault. There's enough people here today to drown out the feel of robot wheels on asphalt. And where were you, spotter?"

Boone softened, but less than an inch. "It might not be your fault, but it won't matter if the thing you miss is the thing that does you and your partner in. Don't lose track of House's muscle when you're in New Vegas."

"I wish they had muscles," the courier groaned. "Specifically facial muscles. It'd make things a whole lot easier."

"Let's do our business and get out of town quickly," Boone answered, giving everyone in the near vicinity a look of distrust. "Too many people means too many opportunities to miss something important."

Lily Bowen: "Is your hearing going, dearie?" Lily asked, clearly concerned at the prospect. "Grandma was lucky enough to keep hers, but plenty of her friends' hearing started to go after turning 60."

"I'm fine," the courier insisted, brushing their coat off. "It's nothing I can't handle or work around."

Lily thought for a minute as they removed the rest of the dust from their outfit. "You know, pumpkin, it's okay to need help sometimes."

The courier gave her a sour look. "Not in the Mojave, it's not."

"Even in the Mojave," Lily chided. "Some people are big and strong, like Grandma. Others are small and sneaky. Some people can't see, or can't walk, and some people can't eat or drink or go to the bathroom without help. Some people can't hear."

"Lily..."

"Listen to your grandma." Lily patted their head. "Some people need help, and they deserve it. Let Grandma help you watch out for robots, next time."

The courier sighed and looked up at her sadly. "Okay. But... you should think about taking your own advice, Lily."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: "Earth to Courier Six," Raul said with a chuckle. "Mr. House's minions don't have time to scoop you onto the sidewalk every time they roll through, you know."

The courier rolled their eyes and retrieved their pack from where it had fallen. "Chingate. And I don't have time to move out of the way whenever they need to break up a fight in Gomorrah."

Raul examined his fingers with mock interest. "Shame they don't speak the bridge talk you do. I don't know if their pequeñas garras could manage it, though."

The courier's eyes widened, and a smile grew beneath them. "Bridge talk? Never heard it called that, before."

"Eh, lingua franca, common-speak, whatever it's going by now." Raul waved his hand, then shot out a few quick signs: "man," "woman," "eat". "Don't know much of it myself, but I know it when I see it. Used to belong to the Plains tribes alone, and now it's everywhere."

"Everywhere except the Mojave." The courier made a face. "Why is that?"

Raul shrugged. "Who knows. Maybe they all got sick of being tossed around by robots, too."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Cass let go of the courier briefly to bang a fist on the side of the nearest departing Securitron. "Assholes! House can afford to be late!"

She grabbed the courier again and ducked behind a pack of tourists before the Securitron could pinpoint her. "Six, you have to stick by me," she insisted. "I know you're only firing on one cylinder in the sound department."

"I am fine," the courier insisted, wiggling out of her grasp.

"You are not." Cass seized them again. "I've known plenty of NCR vets who were discharged with heads full of nightmares, missing limbs and a lifelong case of tinnitus or no hearing at all. By my guess, you're somewhere in the middle of those last two, and I'll be damned if you get done in by a robotic security team after you had the gall to crawl out of your own grave and kick the leader of the Chairmen's ass."

"Well what do you want me to do, Cass?" the courier protested, their hands flying with the emotion. "No one here understands. Everyone else in the Mojave with hearing problems is too poor to wander around the Strip, or too dead to care!"

Instead of responding, Cass watched their fingers, making shapes. Shapes she'd seen before. Something clicked, and she reached out to grab their hands. "Plains talk," she said breathlessly.

"What?"

"Plains talk!" Cass was grinning. "My mom knew it. God, I'm stupid."

Veronica Santangelo: Rather than chastise the courier, Veronica watched them pick themselves up and make a series of angry motions with their hands toward the departing robots.

"You're talking," she said with wonder, when they finally turned back to her.

"Huh?"

"With your hands." Veronica imitated the last sign they'd made. "What does it mean?"

The courier blushed. "Um. Maybe don't make that sign in public, unless you're really, really angry at someone."

"Starting with swear words, as you always should when learning a new language," Veronica replied brightly. "Why don't you just use the sign language more?"

"Because, Veronica, people here don't speak it." The courier sighed. "You get English, Spanish, some tribal languages, but I've only met two people who knew the signs I know. I'm still not sure where it comes from. After I woke up in Doc Mitchell's office, I thought I was crazy for a bit. Like I had this whole, made-up language in my head that no one else could speak."

Veronica put a hand on their shoulder and squeezed it. "Teach me. We'll speak it together."

ED-E: ED-E had learned early on that beeping was no use with the courier, so it did the next best thing it could and gently bounced its dome off their shoulder and arms, tilting its speaker toward them with concern.

The courier, eyes brimming with tears, grabbed the eyebot in both hands and pressed their forehead to it, as if holding the face of a loved one. "I wish I wasn't like this," they muttered.

ED-E held still until their pain had subsided, and it floated close behind them when they arose and moved on.

Rex: Rex barked his anger at the departing Securitrons, then turned to look up at the courier and whine.

They ruffled the fur on his neck and crouched down to put their arms around him. "It's okay, buddy. You can't warn me every time someone big comes up behind me. Thanks for watching my back."

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #fallout new vegas companions react #fallout new vegas companions #arcade gannon #arcade israel gannon #craig boone #lily bowen #raul tejada #raul alfonso tejada #rose of sharon cassidy #cassidy #veronica santangelo #ed-e #rex #deafness

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gothellewoods · 2 years

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So I've seen a few posts talking about how cassandra cain should be drawn more "muscular", but what people really mean is more like,, bulky. And while I agree that there should be more fucking buff women in comics, I just really don't think it fits for cass?

Consider, she's small and stealthy. She might be the fest fighter but she's also super lithe and agile, plus she does ballet, which is why I've always pictured her as the typical ballerina build, ie super muscular but also very lean?

Like, here are some examples from Google for reference, since people seem to forget ballerinas are really fucking strong:

I want to present you all with the alternative: Barbara Gordon, being wheelchair bound and still in fighting shape, would need a lot of upper body strength and stamina, meaning she'd have some big buff shoulders going on.

Also steph. She might be seen as a more "girly" character, but tbh that's all the more reason to make her buff as hell.

Also, not batgirl related but it truly is a travesty dc's chosen to ignore cassie sandsmark's og tomboy personality because she is the #1 contender in the "deserves to have some big buff muscles going on" category.

#idk these are just my thoughts tho #you do you #dc #dc comics #dcu #cassandra cain #batgirl #black bat #orphan #barbara gordon #oracle #stephanie brown #spoiler #cassie sandsmark #wonder girl #batgirls #🌙

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ncssian · 3 years

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A Favor: Bonus Scene (Gwynriel)

takes place immediately after Part 19 of A Favor. <1k words

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Gwyn wakes to blackness with someone’s legs tucked between hers. She freezes for a second, struggling to remember where she is, when it comes back to her: she’s in Nesta’s boyfriend’s cabin. Those are Emerie’s legs. No one attempted anything nefarious while she was asleep, as far as she knows, but her mouth feels thick and dry, and she has a pounding headache from the singular can of beer Emerie got her to chug.

Groaning, she untangles herself from Emerie and clambers to her feet. Water. She needs water.

In the dark kitchen, the clock over the oven tells her it’s nearly five in the morning. Shuffling around until she finds a glass, she fills it up from the fridge and downs it in one gulp. She’s halfway through her second glass when the lamps over the kitchen island flick on, and she nearly chokes in surprise. Coughing, she spins around to find Cassian’s brother looking just as surprised to find her there.

Gwyn composes herself, wiping spilled water from her chin. “Oh, hey,” she croaks.

Az is fully dressed, thank god, but his tangled hair is damp like he just came out of the shower. He nods, mutters a “hey” back, and heads for a cabinet. Gwyn stands awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen with her half-finished water, knowing she can make a run for it if she really needs to, but not wanting to be thought of as a weirdo. She still feels the sting of embarrassment whenever she remembers her first meeting with Cassian.

Besides, Az is cool, right? He’s not nearly as hulking as Cassian or as intimidating as most men she’s interacted with, and he moves with a cadence that almost feels nostalgic.

It makes the nosy part of herself ask, “Did you just wake up?”

Az stiffens like he wasn’t expecting small talk. “No,” he answers curtly, getting out a mug and turning on the coffeemaker. When Gwyn waits for more, he adds, “I didn’t go to sleep in the first place.”

Has Gwyn lost her ability to interact with men, or did she never have it? She frowns curiously at Az’s back. Or is it just this man?

Maybe it’s because Nesta and Emerie are only one shout away, or maybe it’s because she can’t feel a lick of aggression coming from Az, but Gwyn pokes, “Why not?”

He shrugs, watching coffee pour into his mug. “Just ‘cause I couldn’t.”

His bluntness nudges at some long-forgotten memory in Gwyn’s head, making her even more curious. She sets her glass down and crosses her arms, determined to find out who he reminds her of. “Something troubling your soul?” she prods. “My grandmother used to tell me the sleepless were those who carry lots of darkness around with them.”

Slowly, Az leans his fists on the countertop and looks at her directly for the first time since he entered the kitchen. A sudden jolt of recognition passes through Gwyn at his frank hazel stare. “You talk a lot, don’t you?” he says.

She remembers now. Remembers where she knows that odd demeanor from, and regrets lingering here for so long. “I’ll stop bothering you, then,” she says, forcing a light laugh. “I’m gonna head back to bed now.” She spins around on her heel, hoping to book it out of there.

“Gwyneth Berdara?” His voice halts her in her tracks. He sounds slow, inquisitive.

She freezes with her back to him, which is answer enough. “It is you,” he says, recognition lightening his tone.

And he’s Az, short for…

Turning around warily, Gwyn smiles a tight smile. “Azriel.”

He points at himself. “Remember me? From—”

“Third grade, yeah.” The same kid who fell off the monkey bars and landed on her head. “You were held back a year because you were a little…” She taps her temple.

“Dumb?”

“I was going to say ‘funny’.” The kid she remembers would trip over his own shoelaces, giggle at random things like clouds passing by, and was generally an easy punching bag for the students of Ms. Quinn’s third grade class. But wow, has he grown up. Gwyn has a feeling he doesn’t get easily bullied these days, not with the muscles and stunning beauty.

Azriel laughs out loud at Gwyn’s response, and the sound shocks her. “You were funny, too,” he notes with a growing smile, leaning against the counter with his coffee forgotten. “What did everyone call you? Was it Freckleface?”

Gwyn feels her face turning red, likely highlighting those very freckles right now. Gone is the reserved Az that play-fights with Nesta and broodily eats cookies, replaced by a goblin that only wants to torment her. She’s horrified. “There’s no need to bring that up again,” she tries to encourage. “It wasn’t a very creative name in the first place.”

“Eight year olds aren’t known for their creativity, Freckleface,” he retorts. “Besides, we had lots of other names for you. Bigfoot, Gwyneth the Friendly Giant, Carrot Top,” he counts them off on his fingers.

“That’s enough!” Gwyn holds her hands up in surrender. “Please stop.” No one deserves to relive their elementary school nightmares like that. “If we could go about our lives pretending we’ve never met before, that would be great,” she pleads.

He hisses in a breath, pretending to think. “I don’t know. It would be hard for me to forget the girl who made me eat dirt on the playground.”

She makes a sound of protest. “You nearly broke my neck! I think we’re even.” She really hopes they’re even.

He stares her down for a long moment, then shrugs. “Eh.”

Her eyes widen. “What does that mean?”

Azriel ignores her question, saying instead, “It was nice running into you.” He grabs his coffee and winks as he heads for the door. “See you around, Freckles.”

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a/n: gwyn is tall 🤝 azriel is a little shit

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squishneedsahero · 3 years

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Ductape and Superglue

Awesomest of Them All 2.0

Part 13 of 13

Word Count: 1607

Batman x Batmom!Reader

You know what the bat family needs? Someone to pull them together and give them all the love they deserve. Who better to do that than you? An author rising to stardom in Gotham who catches the eye of a billionaire with your standoffish attitude at a huge social gathering. You are yourself and never pretend to be more or less than that. Plus you're the most stubborn person in the world, refusing to let good things go without reason.

This is a rewrite of my story Awesomest of Them All, I wanted to see how much I've improved over 3 years.

Bruce got a call, one that he had never gotten before even if he had always dreaded it. A phone call during a Wayne Enterprises meeting from someone demanding money and sending a picture of you tied to a chair. You had that normal fire in your eyes in the picture and it was obvious you weren't hurt but still no one wants their wife held hostage and threatened with a gun or worse.

Tim looks over Bruce's shoulder at the photo on the phone screen. His heart leaps to his throat and he pulls out his phone, already working on figuring out where it is you are located from the little he can see in the picture. He and Bruce were here in a meeting it would only make sense to call the GCPD and not run out the door to get you to safety. Tim knows Bruce though, always thinking everything through except for when it came to you. He would do anything in the world to keep you happy and safe.

Tim's hand coming to rest on Bruce's upper arm pulls him back to the reality that is that he cannot run out the door to your rescue. "You call Alfred, I'll call the GCPD," that's all he says and that's all it takes to set things in motion.

Two phone calls are made and those lead to two more made by Alfred and Damian who he had just picked up from school. Alfred calls Jason and Damian calls Dick, they are the only ones who get notified in the moment to go get you but it's enough.

Cass is on a date with Steph, they're the next to get a phone call from Tim, just informing them of the situation but making it clear that they are not needed at the scene. Stephanie protests this and tries to claim that you'd need Spoiler's help as well. You were as much of a mother to her and Cass as any of the boys even if only Cass was officially adopted. In the end the two girls go to the Mansion to wait with Alfred and coordinate things from the cave with Babs who is there upon their arrival.

Damian liked to think he still disliked you and could barely tolerate you. But even if he wouldn't admit it he was more scared on your behalf than he had ever thought he'd be. Despite him being horribly rude to you, you had never been anything but nice even if your nice included sarcastic comments to prove your point. You had helped him learn what a family was supposed to be like.

Jason gets a call from Alfred and he is changed and out the door of his apartment before the call is over. You were his Ma and he was your Jaybear, and he wouldn't be letting you get hurt. Alfred was the one person you had given his phone number too even though he had told you to keep it a secret, but in this moment he was glad you had.

This leaves Dick, who had gotten a call from Damian, telling him the situation and that he would be joining him at the warehouse. Dick was with Babs at the mansion so the two head to the cave where Barbara takes over in the computer while Dick changes and hurries out the door to go get you.

Things seem like they're going smooth when the three boys arrive one shortly after the other. Jason is already in and picking off the men in the surrounding area and getting you out of the chair when Dick and Dami burst in and start taking out more guys. You're safe and that's all that matters to any of them.

But then there's that singular gunshot and all three of their hearts skip a beat. Damian sees you slide the rest of the way into the next room but the other two just see the door swing closed behind you. None of them know where you had been hit and if you were okay on the other side of that door. But they can't walk away from the fight in the middle of it. Once all the men are down Jason takes off too you, not giving Damian or Dick the chance and leaving them to tie the guys up.

"Mama?" Jason asks, slipping into old habits in his fear.

"Hey Jaybear, I'm fine, it's just my leg," you comfort him quickly but let him take care of your leg for you. You'll have to go to the hospital as it's the only proper thing to do but he stops the bleeding and gives you a tight hug.

The other two boys come in and you smile and comfort them, telling them all how proud of them you are. This gets interrupted by police sirens outside. You quickly shoo them away and let Bruce know you're safe, knowing your husband would want to come after you himself at this point but you were fine. You needed to let the police take you to the hospital and make all of this look somewhat normal and not like a family problem.

You spend a few hours at the hospital, getting stitches and a brace since the bullet had ripped through your muscles, leaving your leg weak. When they let you go they push you out in a wheelchair and give you a pair of crutches.

Media personnel try to crowd you and get answers for their many questions. You shut them up with one of your classic, "I'm fine now leave me alone to be with my family or you will start your own newspaper to post stories about them and slowly put them out of business." It was a good threat that worked every time. If it didn't work then you just added in the idea of getting photos of their butts to add to the articles, titling it "the asses of Gotham"

You choose to spend the early evening watching movies on the couch with your family. Cass and Steph take their own chair to cuddle in, same with Dick and Babs. This leaves you to cuddle with Bruce and Tim and surprisingly Damian sits next to you, kicking Tim out of his normal spot meaning you had no choice but to sit in Bruce's lap so the boys can both sit next to you.

Alfred wished you well upon your arrival home, then returned to make dinner for all of you even if you tried to tell him to just order pizza. "No, miss Wayne, you were shot today and need a healthy meal," he responds much to your annoyance with him calling you miss, as though you were a child and your parent had called you by both your first and middle name.

All of you aren't far into the movie when you get interrupted by Jason entering the family room. You light up at the sight of him and before Bruce can stop you you're out of his lap and over Jason wrapping him in a hug. How you made it that far without falling due to torn ligaments no one knew but you were now in Jason's arms and he could keep you steady. You make him lean over so you can kiss his forehead before you make him come sit on the couch where you had been.

When he tries to object you give him that stern mom look and he obediently comes and sits next to you, and Damian on the opposite end of the couch from Bruce. Things definitely were tense between the two but you don't care, it's a start.

You finally have your whole family back under one roof for the moment. Your four boys, one girl and two unofficial girls. You loved every single one of them so much and were so glad that you were all together again. They all knew how much you loved them, and how you took time for each of them, the only reason Jason was getting extra attention was because he had been gone for so long.

It had hurt so very much when he had suddenly been taken from you. The pain of loosing a child wasn't anything you plus bear even if you had had too for years. You all share a nice dinner together then because you had all spent so much time together Bruce insisted that the city would be fine for the night with just the kids and that he needed to stay and make sure you were taken care of.

For the first time in a long time things were relatively peaceful for your family, even if you had a leg wound. You had them all together and would now be able to work with Jason and Bruce on their relationship and getting it back to a less tense father son relationship. Damian was finally truly giving you a chance. Dick was on good terms with Bruce, and he was happy with Babs, even talking about marriage in the future. Tim was helping Bruce run the company and he was brilliant at it, plus he seemed truly happy for the first time in his life as he had recently started officially dating Conner. This just left Steph and Cass who were about to graduate high school and were looking at apartments, planning to move in together despite almost already doing so since Stephanie always seemed to be at the manor. It wasn't a typical life but you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

The End... idk

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x y/n #Batman #batman x you #batmom #batmom reader #batfam x batmom #batman x batmom #batman x batmom!reader #batfam #batfam x you #batfam x y/n #batfam x reader

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fawnandshadows · 3 years

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After The Ceremony - Chapter 1

Hey Guys!

This is the first chapter of a mini Elriel fanfiction that I'm working on. You can also read it on AO3

Summary: Elain and Azriel after Nesta and Cassian's Mating Ceremony.

Words: 1,847

Nesta and Cassian’s mating ceremony has long since been over, but Elain couldn’t bring herself to go back to her room. No, Elain had too much restless energy to even attempt to fall asleep tonight, and instead of tossing and turning in her bed all night, she decided she may as well be useful and start to clean up. It took only ten minutes of laying in her bed, staring at the ceiling, before silently walking downstairs to the ballroom. Nuala and Cerridwen offered to help her, and Elain knew that they wouldn’t have minded staying up all night to clean with her, but she really just wanted to be alone. So, the twins like everyone else went to bed, and Elain stayed in the ballroom of Feyre and Rhysand’s River House putting herself to use.

There was something about being alone in the middle of the night that just seemed right to Elain, when everyone else was sleeping, she didn’t have to worry about putting on a face for everyone to see. She didn’t have to plaster a smile on her face while her heart was cracking in her chest. It was a test of her resolve today, Elain thought, as she pretended, yet again, that everything was alright. It took everything in Elain, every ounce of will power and restraint, to not break down and cry in the middle of the ballroom as she saw a familiar rose necklace around somebody else's neck.

Elain wanted to cry, scream, and cry some more whenever she looked at Gwyn, or Azriel, or even Mor. Especially Mor, when Elain saw her dancing and smiling with Azriel. It just felt so wrong. It should be Elain wearing his necklace, and it should be Elain in his arms as they spun around the room completely oblivious to everyone else.

After seeing Gwyn wearing her necklace, Elain immediately turned to leave the room because all she wanted was to be alone with her feelings and not worry about someone seeing through her fake smile, but as soon as she turned she caught a glimpse of the sun and a shadow dancing across the floor.

Elain had never seen Mor and Azriel dance together, and she never wanted to, especially when watching them smile at each other ruined whatever was left of her heart. They looked so incredibly beautiful together, and Azriel was smiling down at Mor with a warmth Elain hadn’t seen since the last solstice when she made him laugh. And Mor was smiling up at Azriel with an ease Elain had never noticed between them.

Confusion danced in her chest with every other emotion she was feeling.

Elain was only forced out of her staring from a heavy arm that fell across her shoulders. She blinked and a drunk Cassian appeared in front of her face, a stupid grin strectched across his face that was the result of unadulterated love and copious amounts of wine.

“Dance with me!” Cassian pulled her onto the dance floor, snapping her out of her imminent depression and into a crowded dance floor.

Elain let out a sign and continued sweeping the surprisingly messy floor. It seemed like most of the cake she and the twins had baked for the party ended up on the marble floor somehow, but she supposed that drunken fae couldn’t be expected to be tidy. The full moon illuminated most of the room, but there were still some faelights along the wall that added just enough light for her work. After sweeping, and picking up a surprising amount of glasses from the floor, Elain collected the bouquets from the tables.

It took her months to craft five bouquets for the ceremony, one for Nesta, and four for the women standing beside her. The core of Nesta’s bouquet were red carnations, pink roses, with bursting dahlias. Every bouquet held pink acacia’s - the flower of friendship. Feyre’s bouquet consisted of blooming magnolia’s and eye-catching violets. Her own was made from magnolias, nightshade, and a sprinkle of periwinkles. Emorie’s held vibrant hyacinths with white jasmine, and Gwyn’s bouquet was crafted from lavender, morning glories, oleanders. All the flowers were grown and cultivated by Elain herself, and she felt a shimmer of pride as she looked upon them.

Elain was getting ready to move the bouquets and their vases from the ballroom into the dining room, thinking they would look nice in a room where her family spends most of their time, when a familiar shiver floated down her spine. She didn’t look up as she said, “Hello, Azriel.” She knew he would reveal himself to her.

“It’s late. You should be sleeping.” His deep voice blended in with the night, causing her knees to weaken slightly and her eyelids to relax. What she wouldn’t give to fall asleep with that voice whispering in her ear while his fingers slid against her skin. What she wouldn’t give to stay awake all night with his voice in her ears and his fingers on her skin. Elain lost count of how many times she lost herself in thought as she tried to imagine what his lips would feel like against her throat.

“So should you,” Elain said, turning her body slightly to see him walk further into the room from where he leaned against the doorway. “I thought everyone was asleep. I’m sorry if I disturbed you.”

“Do you normally spend your nights cleaning up after drunken fae?” Azriel asked as he approached her. He stood maybe two feet away, but Elain could still feel the warmth radiating off his body. Another shiver made its way down her spine. Her skin felt so sensitive in his presence that it was hard to focus on anything besides him.

“Normally just Cassian,” Elain attempted to joke. Her chest felt slightly lighter as she noticed the twitch of his lips. It was a mistake looking at his lips. Her tongue brushed against her own that suddenly felt dry. “Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”

Azriel nodded. No words, no explanation, no attempt at conversation.

“You’re a lovely dancer.” Elain said, unable to stop herself, but she wanted him to know that she noticed him. She wanted him to know that she wished it was her in his arms dancing in front of everyone else.

“Thank you. You didn’t dance much at all.” Azriel noted and Elain felt the warmth of a blush on cheeks.

She gave a small shrug and said, “I was only asked by Cass, Rhys, and Lucien.”

Rhys was the first to offer her a dance, and she loved her brother-in-law too much to say no. Rhys was a lovely dancer, and she fought to keep a smile on her face under his prying eyes. Her dance with Cassian involved mostly her propping him up so that he didn’t collapse on the floor. Her dance was Lucien was non-existent.

“Why didn’t you dance with him?” Azriel asked softly. If it wasn’t the dead of night she wouldn’t have heard it.

“I don’t want to give him false hope,” Elain said, taking a fortifying breath before she continued, “It’s wretched to think you have a chance, a connection, to someone when you don’t.” She prayed to the Mother that Azriel didn’t notice her shaky breath, her racing heart, or how it took all of her bravery to say that.

In the soft glow of the faelights Elain saw a flinch run across Azriels face. It took him a moment longer than usual to school his features into their usual mask, but he couldn’t hide the pain that shimmered in his eyes.

The similarities weren’t lost on Elain. How this night resembled that of the solstice. Azriel and Elain being the only two people awake in the house. Her mate sleeping upstairs. The same crackling excitement rushing through her. The hope that maybe she would finally feel the brush of his lips against hers, and she wouldn’t have to speculate about what he tasted like anymore.

“Elain.” Azriel said her name as if it pained him.

“Why did you do it?” She whispered hotly. “Why did you give my necklace away? Why did you dance with Mor and look at her as if she were the only female in the room?” Before her bravery completely ran out she took a step forward, grabbed his hand, and placed it against her heart. “Did you feel this break tonight?”

His hand was hot against the thin cotton of her nightgown. She could just barely feel the traces of his scars. Elain wished there was nothing between them.

“Because it did,” Elain continued. “It broke every time I looked at you. It broke when I saw the necklace, and it broke when I saw how beautiful you and Mor looked.”

“Elain,” Azriel said, his voice harsh, his hand pressed further into her as if he too wished there was no nightgown separating them. “I want to, but I can’t.”

“I don’t understand,” Elain stared at his churning hazel eyes. She couldn’t help the lonesome tear that slid down her face. She was about to wipe it away when he beat her to it. His large, warm, wonderful hand brushed away her tear before cupping her cheek. Despite the pain that was growing in her chest, she would feel it all again if it meant his skin on hers. She would withstand any pain if it kept them together. “Make me understand.”

“I want to kiss you,” Azriel said. Elain felt each word as it brushed against her face. “I want to rip this nightgown from your body, lay you on the table, spread your legs open and feast until I’m drunk off the taste of you. I want to slide into you until I’m the only thing on your mind, and then I want to bring you so much pleasure you’ll never want to be away from me. And once you found your pleasure, I’d take you upstairs and do it all again. If I ever got a hold on myself I would make love to you the way you deserve.”

Elain, loving the warmth and wetness that flooded her core, felt as if she was about to combust. One tiny spark and she would erupt into flame.

“And why can’t we do that?” Elain asked quietly, as if she were afraid of ruining the moment. As if she were afraid he would slip away from her yet again.

“Rhy’s pulled rank on me.” Azriel replied. The only sign of tension was the muscle that contracted in his jaw. Elain ignored the urge to run her tongue over it.

“Huh?” Elains brain was too hazed with desire to form a proper sentence.

“He forbid it.” Azriel replied, tilting his head forward slightly, and brushing his nose against hers. The breath that floated across her face threatened to knock her over.

“Forbid what?” Elain managed to get out - too absorbed in him to think clearly.

“Us.”

Elain didn’t have time to think about what Azriel said as his lips descended on hers.

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