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Unlike The Rest: "Love" Letter

(Eventual) George Weasley x Malfoy!Reader

Summary: George isn't too keen on his older brother Charlie visiting.

Word Count: 1232

Reader: Female

Warnings: None!

Author’s Note: Shout out to everyone who keeps reading these. I have been posting these for the last 5 years and there is no schedule what so ever. I have a huge backlog of these when I need comfort.

If you have requests for this series, please send them. No promises when they will get done but you will be tagged.

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Series Masterlist

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The corridors are bursting at the seams when the clock signals the end of the day. The extra two student bodies make it almost impossible to move down the hallway at even a turtle’s pace. Yet, that does not stop you as you drag Ginny through the current of people. Some Beauxbatons girls send you glares at the lack of manners when you plow through them but you don't care.

You didn’t remember when you picked up the youngest Weasley, you just saw a tuff of the familiar shade of red long hair and started dragging her to the next destination.

The leaves crunch under your Oxfords when you stomp onto the grounds in front of the clocktower. You finally come to a barreling stop, sending Ginny to almost trip over herself before you catch her.

After a moment of you helping her steady herself, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “What’s gotten into you?” She just gets a brief moment of eye contact before your eyes flick to her tie. The thing is a mess, tangled messily and you can’t help but shove a piece of parchment under your armpit and reach out to fix it.

The motions of untying the scarlet knot seem to bring you back, the muscle memory of it all pulling your racing mind to a halt. “Just-“ Your lips pull into a grin, the sprinting across the castle and slight autumn breeze adding color to the apples of your cheeks. “Just excited, that's all.” The parchment under your arm burns mockingly at your understatement.

Ginny stares at you while you fix the tie she so hastily slugged on this morning to beat the traffic. She runs different scenarios in her head that might cause such a reaction, the color on your cheeks seems like a blush… “Did your sweet Georgie finally write you a love let—“ She cuts herself off with a choking sound when you tighten her tie a little too tight.

The warning glint in your eye when you so innocently look back at her tells her she’s wrong yet she can’t help the teasing grin that slips onto her own face at the reaction. “Worse than my own little brother sometimes.” You mumble, fixing her hair back over her shoulders before turning away.

She rolls her eyes, knowing the quip was joking considering you give her your “hand-me-downs” that somehow always fit her perfectly. But she has no time to call you out because you’re grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the group of her brothers sitting by the fountain.

You stop before the three of them, still out of breath with one hand gripping the piece of parchment and the other cutting off the circulation in Ginny’s hand. The breeze ruffles your hair even more, the strands that fell out of your hair-do tickling your nose.

The good mood you were in dampers slightly when you see Ron staring up at you from his place by his brothers. You let out a hum, annoyed to see him since he’s still giving poor Harry a hard time.

The fourth year shared an almost identical eyeroll to his sister’s from earlier as he munches on some candy. “What do you want, Malfoy?” The twins' heads comically snap up at his tone, both giving their little brother different disgusted looks.

“I thought the agreement was you don’t talk and we let you sit by us.” Fred reminds the boy and you honestly wonder how his eyes didn’t roll out of this head. He mumbles something under his breath before shoving a handful of chocolates into his mouth again.

The twins finally turn to you, who is nearly vibrating out of your skin at this point with the news you’ve been holding in for the last few hours. “What’s with the impromptu family reunion?” He greets you with.

You release Ginny’s hand and hold out the piece of parchment out like a kid showing their mom their highly scored exam. “This.” You gleam with a lift to your voice.

“What is it?”

“Secret admirer.” Ginny’s response earns her a glare from George.

You let out a dreamy sigh, turning the paper over to read the words again, “Even better.” The three siblings all hold in their amusement at George’s abrupt standing. He swiftly switches places with his sister who gladly takes her seat on the lip of the fountain.

The taller boy tries to read the supposed letter over your shoulder but you are quick to hug it to your chest. “You know how your brother is… visiting.” They all nod, “Well, Charlie convinced Dumbledore to let me see the dragons when they all come as long as I don’t tell anyone.”

“Doing a grand job at that.” Ron snorts but you ignore him, too excited to entertain his snarkiness.

“How did you even find out about him coming?”

You shrug, oh so casually with the bomb you drop on poor Georgie’s heart. “Oh, well, he told me.”

“When?”

You scoff like he knew that you’ve been pen pals with his hotter older brother who takes care of dragons. “Our last letter. Come on, Georgie, he’s been sending me letters ever since the whole Norbert thing. He even said that they might be taking interns this summer and he’ll put in a good word for me.”

“Since third year?” He mutters out, acting as if you just told him that they blocked all the secret passageways they memorized from that map. “Before we were even friends?”

You shrug, mumbling a “I thought we were friends.” under your breath before perking up again. “Well, just thought I’d tell you lot so you wouldn’t be so surprised to see me down there in a couple days. Plus, this is like the best thing that’s happened to me since I saw Buckbeak take a chunk out of Draco and I can’t even tell Cedric anything.”

George’s mind is doing laps around the castle grounds at how fast you’re moving past the topic of exchanging letters with his cool brother for the last three years. He doesn’t even hear you talking with the rest of his siblings before you announce you were heading to the library to draft up a list of questions to ask Charlie and his fellow dragon tamers.

He snaps out of his trance as you start to walk away, grabbing the strap of your bag to get your attention. The three are Weasley’s left sitting there struggling at this point to keep their composure, just watching their brother almost beg his crush for one drop of recognition.

The tall redhead doesn’t even ask to come with you, he just leaves you standing there confused as he gathers his things from the courtyard’s floor and snatches the parchment from your hands before walking away.

You whine out his name, now trailing after him to get back the letter that confirmed your visit. George nearly preens at you following him, every so often jumping and bumping into him to get your letter from his outstretched hand.

“I can’t wait for Charlie to visit now.” Ginny is the one to break the silence after you and George disappear in the crowd at the doors under the clock. The two brothers let out a fit of giggles, barely audible words of agreement between laughs.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley imagines #harry potter imagines #george weasley x malfoy!reader #malfoy!reader #draco malfoy x sister!reader #malfoy reader #unlike the rest

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fa-headhoncho · 5 months ago

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The Shape of Family ‧₊˚❀༉

As a single dad, Steve’s world revolves around school drop-offs, bedtime rituals, and tee-ball practices—and he's struggling to keep up. But you're always there, happily lending a hand when he needs it most.

dad!steve, fem!reader, early 90s, coworkers to lovers, tooth rotting fluff

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six - coming soon

epilogue

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fa-headhoncho · 6 months ago

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Masterlist 𖦹

DEAN WINCHESTER:

Can you read my mind? - cupid!reader

A LOOK INTO CUPID'S WEAPONS.

I am punished by love. - cupid!reader

GOTH!READER- MEET HER!

Written in blood - goth!reader

Dangerous man - older!dean

SAM WINCHESTER:

Close to God. - priest!sam

TIME-TRAVELER!READER - MEET HER!

time cast a spell on you. - time-traveler!reader

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fa-headhoncho · 8 months ago

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unsolved masterlist

Summary: Bucky doesn't even believe in the paranormal. So who the hell thought it was a good idea to stick him in a series about everything haunted for the internet's amusement? With his loose-canon of a teammate who has no concept of subtlety or any shits left to give, to make things even worse.

(Buzzfeed unsolved AU)

Warnings: cursing, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, horror/paranormal elements

Disclaimer: no plot just vibes <3 it's just another banger dynamic that i loved and therefore had to write a garbage fic about. This is, in no way, a literary masterpiece so just be warned.

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

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fa-headhoncho · 11 months ago

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The Innocence of Brutality [Legolas/Fem!Reader Formate]

Click HERE for [Legolas/OC Formate]

AO3 | WATTPAD | MASTERLIST

Links to chapters:

The Innocence of Brutality Pt.1

The Innocence of Brutality Pt.2

The Innocence of Brutality Pt. 3

The Innocence of Brutality Pt. 4

The Innocence of Brutality Pt. 5

The Innocence of Brutality Pt. 6

The Innocence of Brutality Pt. 7

The Innocence of Brutality Pt. 8

The Innocence of Brutality Pt. 9 - NEW!

Summary: The Reader is of the Rámaitë Mahtar, a warrior spirit race, and she meets the fellowship on their quest to destroy the ring.

Legolas’ brows pulled tight. ‘”Is she one of Sauron’s? Do you know that to be true?” Gandalf, with narrowed eyes, shook his head. “No. Something far more dangerous.” The Prince shifted his weight. “What is she?” Gandalf glanced at all the curious eyes upon him before his deep voice huffed across the dirt as he reluctantly spoke his next words. “Rámaite Mahtar.”

Disclaimer: Any mythology relating to the Rámaitë Mahtar is not canon as I made up Rámaitë Mahtar. Also, all elvish was translated from a translator site—it may not be accurate.

Status: In Progress

Total Word Count: tbd

Warnings: mentions of war, mentions of torture, violence, fluff, hurt/comfort, blood, injuries, gore, nudity, things get spicy, discussion of sex 🌶️

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fa-headhoncho · 1 year ago

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𝙋𝘼𝙋𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝘼𝙂 || ᴀ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴄᴇʀ ʀᴇɪᴅ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

"I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold... hunger hurts but starving works when it costs too much to love."

summary: You return back to Quantico, Virginia, with an ex-fiancée and no aspirations under your belt. Burned out and forced to start from square one, you find yourself back in your childhood home trying to build a new life yourself. Oh, but don’t worry, your childhood best friend Spencer Reid is here to make the process easier.

status: ongoing

word count: 4755

genre: childhood friends to lovers, slice of life, slow burn, the ups and downs of being human.

warnings: addiction, past alcohol abuse, withdrawal symptoms, hurt/comfort, fluff.

a/n: why hello there! i just want to preface this by saying i have no previous planning for this series, so i'm along for the ride just like you guys are. this will be a bit of a heavy series because grief and addiction are a big part of the plot, so if these things are hard for you to digest i understand! it's going to be a mix of hurt/comfort and romance!

i don't have a set schedule or a posting plan, so were just going to see where this goes and i hope you all enjoy!!

prologue - back home

chapter one - anything

chapter two

chapter three

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fa-headhoncho · 1 year ago

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TROUBLE ALMOST ALL MY LIFE MASTERLIST

Spencer Reid x Prentiss!Reader. pictures are not indicative of readers appearance. Reader has not got any racial features mentioned & we never see Emily’s dad so I have tried to make my fic as inclusive to all my fem!readers as possible! Please let me know if this is not the case <3

ACT I

TROUBLE ALMOST ALL MY LIFE | the ONE time the BAU need you + the FOUR times you need them

NEARLY BROUGHT ME TO MY KNEES | the FIVE times Spencer thinks he likes you + the ONE time he knows

BONUS: YOU’RE ALL I EVER WANTED | the time you realise you like Spencer

THERE’S NO SIGN OF LIFE | the one where you grieve Emily together + the one where you kiss him

THE KID SWINGS BACK | the THREE times things feel weird between Spencer and you because you’re just best friends.

WAS I FOOLIN MYSELF? | the THREE times you can’t have him no matter how much you want him

ACT II

SKIN LIKE PUFF PASTRY | the one where you help Spencer grieve another woman + the one with the promise

LET IT ONCE BE ME | the THREE times you wait for him + the ONE time you don't have to

I MIGHT JUST BE IN LA LA LA LA LA LOVE | the FIVE times you hide your relationship from the team + the ONE time you tell everyone

YOU CAN HEAR IT IN THE SILENCE | the TWO big steps you take

LITTLE OLD ME | the one with cat adams and the one where she tells him

MY BABY, HERE ON EARTH | the nine months of being pregnant

ACT III [FILE LOADING]

BUGSPENCE DRABBLES the one with the card counting the one with the surfboard

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fa-headhoncho · 1 year ago

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Fireleaf Series Index

Credits to @greeneyedivy for this gorgeous moodboard!

Tumblr is being a lil bitch, so I thought I would just recreate the series index completely.

Summary: A Lucien x Reader enemies-to-lovers series. You’re the second-eldest daughter of a wealthy, noble Autumn Court family, and when your father strikes an agreement with Beron Vanserra, you find yourself arranged to marry the second-eldest Vanserra brother. But it’s the youngest Vanserra, Lucien, who really catches your eye.

✨ - indicates smut

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six✨

Part Seven✨

Part Eight

Part Nine✨

Part Ten

Part Eleven✨

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen✨

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen✨

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

Part Eighteen

Part Nineteen✨

Part Twenty

Part Twenty-One

Part Twenty-Two ✨

Part Twenty-Three

Linden and Eris Bonus Chapter ✨

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fa-headhoncho · 1 year ago

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HOW TO WRITE A CHARACTER WHO IS IN PAIN

first thing you might want to consider: is the pain mental or physical?

if it’s physical, what type of pain is it causing? — sharp pain, white-hot pain, acute pain, dull ache, throbbing pain, chronic pain, neuropathic pain (typically caused by nerve damage), etc

if it’s mental, what is the reason your character is in pain? — grief, heartbreak, betrayal, anger, hopelessness, fear and anxiety, etc

because your character will react differently to different types of pain

PHYSICAL PAIN

sharp and white-hot pain may cause a character to grit their teeth, scream, moan, twist their body. their skin may appear pale, eyes red-rimmed and sunken with layers of sweat covering their forehead. they may have tears in their eyes (and the tears may feel hot), but they don’t necessarily have to always be crying.

acute pain may be similar to sharp and white-hot pain; acute pain is sudden and urgent and often comes without a warning, so your character may experience a hitched breathing where they suddenly stop what they’re doing and clench their hand at the spot where it hurts with widened eyes and open mouth (like they’re gasping for air).

dull ache and throbbing pain can result in your character wanting to lay down and close their eyes. if it’s a headache, they may ask for the lights to be turned off and they may be less responsive, in the sense that they’d rather not engage in any activity or conversation and they’d rather be left alone. they may make a soft whimper from their throat from time to time, depends on their personality (if they don’t mind others seeing their discomfort, they may whimper. but if your character doesn’t like anyone seeing them in a not-so-strong state, chances are they won’t make any sound, they might even pretend like they’re fine by continuing with their normal routine, and they may or may not end up throwing up or fainting).

if your character experience chronic pain, their pain will not go away (unlike any other illnesses or injuries where the pain stops after the person is healed) so they can feel all these types of sharp pain shooting through their body. there can also be soreness and stiffness around some specific spots, and it will affect their life. so your character will be lucky if they have caretakers in their life. but are they stubborn? do they accept help from others or do they like to pretend like they’re fine in front of everybody until their body can’t take it anymore and so they can no longer pretend?

neuropathic pain or nerve pain will have your character feeling these senses of burning, shooting and stabbing sensation, and the pain can come very suddenly and without any warning — think of it as an electric shock that causes through your character’s body all of a sudden. your character may yelp or gasp in shock, how they react may vary depends on the severity of the pain and how long it lasts.

EMOTIONAL PAIN

grief can make your character shut themself off from their friends and the world in general. or they can also lash out at anyone who tries to comfort them. (five states of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and eventual acceptance.)

heartbreak — your character might want to lock themself in a room, anywhere where they are unseen. or they may want to pretend that everything’s fine, that they’re not hurt. until they break down.

betrayal can leave a character with confusion, the feelings of ‘what went wrong?’, so it’s understandable if your character blames themself at first, that maybe it’s their fault because they’ve somehow done something wrong somewhere that caused the other character to betray them. what comes after confusion may be anger. your character can be angry at the person who betrayed them and at themself, after they think they’ve done something wrong that resulted in them being betrayed, they may also be angry at themself next for ‘falling’ for the lies and for ‘being fooled’. so yes, betrayal can leave your character with the hatred that’s directed towards the character who betrayed them and themself. whether or not your character can ‘move on and forgive’ is up to you.

there are several ways a character can react to anger; they can simply lash out, break things, scream and yell, or they can also go complete silent. no shouting, no thrashing the place. they can sit alone in silence and they may cry. anger does make people cry. it mostly won’t be anything like ‘ugly sobbing’ but your character’s eyes can be bloodshot, red-rimmed and there will be tears, only that there won’t be any sobbing in most cases.

hopelessness can be a very valid reason for it, if you want your character to do something reckless or stupid. most people will do anything if they’re desperate enough. so if you want your character to run into a burning building, jump in front of a bullet, or confess their love to their archenemy in front of all their friends, hopelessness is always a valid reason. there’s no ‘out of character’ if they are hopeless and are desperate enough.

fear and anxiety. your character may be trembling, their hands may be shaky. they may lose their appetite. they may be sweaty and/or bouncing their feet. they may have a panic attack if it’s severe enough.

and I think that’s it for now! feel free to add anything I may have forgotten to mention here!

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fa-headhoncho · 1 year ago

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𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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requests | guidelines | characters I write for

requests are open

any 18+ content is rare but always marked accordingly please don't interact with my nsfw if you are not 18+

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fa-headhoncho · 1 year ago

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Harmless Masterlist

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, series)

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fa-headhoncho · 1 year ago

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haven - masterlist

battinson! bruce wayne x f! reader

Summary: After the sudden deaths of her mother and grandmother, y/n is forced to return home to Gotham…and to the man who broke her heart three years ago. Back in Bruce Wayne’s inescapable orbit, she vows to get to the bottom of her former best friend’s new cold personality. But Bruce’s secrets aren’t what she's expecting. Childhood friends to lovers & investigative reporter reader!

find it on ao3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Interlude 1 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Interlude 2 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

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fa-headhoncho · 1 year ago

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Finding Home || Part Four

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: homelessness

Summary: Azriel admits to Y/N that he doesn’t want to rush the tasks and he is shown a glimpse of her good faith.

Finding Home Masterlist

A Court of Thorns and Roses Masterlist

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For the second morning in a row, Azriel awoke on Y/N’s couch. His neck was positioned at a weird angle and his wings held a dull ache. But he couldn’t be happier. The scent from the kitchen wafted over to him as he opened his eyes. Quiet humming came from the kitchen that seemed to awaken his shadows, they rose around him before slithering their way into the kitchen. Despite his still tired disposition, Azriel followed.

What he was greeted to was the sight of Y/N spinning around her kitchen as she prepared a breakfast that could rival anything the House of Wind could create. Azriel couldn’t understand how she had the time for this, it was still early in the–

“Good morning, Azriel,” Y/N greeted. “Or should I say good afternoon? You have slept the whole day away.”

Azriel’s eyes widened. He was not sure when he had ever slept past six in the morning. Seven was considered a lie in for him. But as Azriel looked out of the large bay window, the sun was high in the sky. Despite it being winter, it looked pleasant outside.

“I’m making some lunch, if you want any,” Y/N said, serving some food onto a plate. “But for you, it would be considered breakfast?” Her teasing tone forced Azriel to send a playful glare her way.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Azriel questioned as Y/N passed a plate of food to him.

Y/N shrugged. “You looked peaceful and I didn’t want to interrupt that.”

“I don’t normally sleep past seven,” Azriel stated.

“I could tell,” Y/N remarked. “Those bags under your eyes were clear of that.”

Y/N placed her plate down on the countertop. Azriel watched as she walked forward and gently placed her hands on his upper arms. At that simple touch, Azriel felt some of the tension in his body fade. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Look,” Y/N said and spun him around to face a small mirror on her wall. “The bags are not completely gone, but they have faded. When was the last time you had a decent sleep?”

“Too long,” Azriel said, his gaze fixated on his reflection.

Before now, he had not realised how tired he was. If it were a typical day for him, he would wake and immediately begin training, not giving his body a chance to catch up to his exhaustion. He hadn’t felt this well-rested in a long time.

“If I knew how tired you were, I would have let you sleep in my bed, not on the couch, that could not have been comfortable for your wings,” Y/N said, sitting down at the small dining table in the bay window, perfectly fit for two people.

“I wouldn’t have allowed it,” Azriel said. “I am simply taking advantage of the situation I have found myself in.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “And what would that be?”

Azriel let out a quiet laugh. “Well I get free food for starters.”

“You’ll pay me back,” Y/N stated.

“And how would you want me to pay you back?” Azriel questioned.

Y/N shrugged. “I haven’t decided yet, but I’ll let you know when I do.”

Azriel raised the fork to his mouth and took a bit of the food. He hummed in appreciation, closing his eyes and appreciating the various flavours that burst into his mouth.

“What is this?” Azriel asked.

“Another recipe my father used to make me,” Y/N said. “I only make it on special occasions.”

“And this is a special occasion?” Azriel asked.

“Yes,” Y/N stated. “Because you have ticked another thing from the list.”

Azriel’s eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t think I have. We have only ticked off two? Coffee and dinner.”

Y/N sighed. “Honestly, Azriel, have you even read the list?”

In complete honesty, Azriel hadn’t. He had skimmed a couple of the tasks but hadn’t read beyond the first few properly.

Y/N took his silence as his answer. “Number twenty-six, lie in.”

“That is seriously a task,” Azriel asked.

Y/N held the list in her hand, Azriel having no idea where she had plucked it from. “Yes,” she said. “Have a look.”

Y/N thrust the list into Azriel’s hand and he focused on it. There it was, number twenty six. Something within Azriel was not too pleased. Three tasks down and it had barely been twenty four hours. Rhys had given him three months to complete all thirty tasks and if he continued to keep them up at the rate he was, he would have them done in not even two weeks. Too quickly for his liking.

From the meeting with Rhys to now, Azriel had changed his outlook on the tasks. He wanted to do them. And he was enjoying himself immensely. The height of elation he had reached over the past twenty-four hours had been higher than he had reached in the past five years. And one of the main reasons was the female sitting across the small circular table.

“Three down!” Y/N exclaimed.

Azriel forced a smile on his face, he hoped that it was convincing, but from the way Y/N’s face seemed to fall, it definitely wasn’t.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked, she placed her hand on the table and Azriel noticed her hesitation as she inched it closer. His hand rested not far from hers and he only wished that she would place it on top of his. The feeling of a caring touch was all Azriel craved.

But his wish did not come true as Y/N slowly inched her hand closer to herself and settled it back in her lap. Azriel couldn’t help the disappointment that washed over him.

“I just…think we are going through these tasks fast,” Azriel admitted.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Y/N asked. “You didn’t seem too thrilled when you were given them. I thought getting them done and out of the way would cheer you up a bit.” Azriel furrowed his eyebrows. “From the looks of things, it's doing the opposite.”

The words Azriel wanted to articulate were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t get them out. How do you tell someone you just met that you have had more fun with them in twenty-four hours than the past few years with your family? If she took those words the wrong way, then there was that slim possibility that he would scare her away and Azriel would be back where he started, wallowing in misery.

Instead Azriel opted for a simpler reason. “I enjoy spending time with you.”

Y/N’s face lit up and Azriel felt something within him stir. He was the one who had put that expression on her face.

“Well that is good, because I really enjoy spending time with you too,” Y/N replied.

There was something about that ‘really’ that brought out a wide smile on his face. Y/N seemed to mimic it as she leant her head on her hand.

“And I really enjoy when you smile like that,” Y/N said. “It suits you.”

Azriel continued to smile.

***

Despite the nippy weather, Y/N had suggested the two take a walk. After Azriel’s confession of wanting to slow down the tasks, they decided that the task ordering Azriel to take a walk, didn’t count. Their walk was just two friends spending time together, not completing mini missions.

Y/N was once again wrapped up in her coat, scarf and gloves. Azriel laughed at her as she piled them on before leaving the apartment. Y/N only glared at him before stepping out to face the cold.

The two walked side by side in silence, but Azriel felt no pressure to fill it. Simply being in Y/N’s presence was enough to keep him content. Any shop they passed, Y/N would sometimes point something out in the window she liked. There was something about that expression on her face that made Azriel want to immediately walk in and buy it, but he knew that Y/N would only march back in and return it in front of him.

“Oh,” Y/N said, her hand shooting out to stop Azriel in his tracks.

Azriel was immediately on alert. His shadows span out and scanned the area. “What is it?”

Y/N, noticing immediately his changed demeanour, rolled her eyes. “It is nothing bad, you oversized bat. I can just smell pastries.”

Azriel relaxed as he reeled his shadows back in. As he did so they gently caressed Y/N’s calves. If she noticed she didn’t say anything so Azriel didn’t mention it.

“Come on,” Y/N said, linking her arm through Azriel’s.

When the two made it to the bakery, Y/N went in while Azriel waited outside. It was packed and he didn’t want to crowd the space even more with his wings. And some of the questioning looks he was given made him refrain from even trying to enter.

As he leaned against the wall waiting for Y/N, he felt a tap against his mental shields. He sighed before lowering them.

I trust you have started on the tasks, Rhys questioned.

What would you do if I haven’t? Azriel questioned.

Nothing, I suppose, Rhys said. Despite what you might think, Azriel, these tasks are meant to help you. You haven’t been yourself in quite a while. We thought you could do something that wasn’t court related. Give you a break.

I was fine doing my duties, Azriel said.

Azriel heard Rhys sigh. Look, Az. All of us are worried about you. We just want to help.

Azriel didn’t respond for a while but he could tell that Rhys was still in his mind. He made sure that he didn’t accidentally reveal anything about Y/N. He didn’t want his family to know about her. At least not yet.

I have made a start on the tasks, Azriel replied.

Are you enjoying them? Rhys asked.

I–

Azriel stopped as Y/N walked out of the bakery and to Azriel.

I need to go, Azriel replied. I will talk to you later.I

With that, Azriel slammed his shields back up, blocking Rhys out. As Y/N approached him, he smiled at her in greeting.

“I know you said you didn’t want anything, but I bought you a few things anyway,” Y/N said, peering into the paper bag. “And I was thinking we can go back to my apartment and relax for a while. Of course it doesn’t need to be crossed off the list but it is quite cold out and the thought of sitting back and relaxing sounds nice.”

Azriel nodded. “I might need to go back to my apartment for a change of clothes.”

“Of course,” Y/N replied. “We can go there now, if you want. You can collect some other stuff as well if you want to spend the night again.”

Azriel’s expression softened. “I’d like that.”

Y/N linked her arm with his once again. “Then let’s go.”

As Azriel led her to his own apartment, he was hyper aware of her arm linked through his. Of course she had done it before but Azriel hadn’t even realised at that point something he had been lacking a lot in recent years. Physical touch. Every time Y/N reached out to him, all he wanted to do was link her arm through his, take her hand or just simply brush his fingers against hers.

As the pair closed in on Azriel’s apartment, he could feel his heart begin to race. What would Y/N think of his apartment? There was not anything embarrassing in there, in fact it was very bare. No personal decoration other than a painting Feyre had gifted him several years ago and a few things he had picked up over the centuries he had been alive. Nothing screamed home about his apartment.

“Do you want me to wait out here?” Y/N asked.

“And let you freeze to death?” Azriel teased as he fished the unused key from his pocket.

As they stepped inside, even Azriel was surprised at how bare everything looked. For two nights he had been used to Y/N’s apartment and her cosy decorations and furniture. He was too bland for his liking. Even the curtains were firmly shut.

“I will only be a second,” Azriel said and entered his bedroom.

His bedroom was not any better. The bed was still unmade from the last time he had used it, the only indicator of someone living here. He quickly fished for a small bag under his bed and shoved some clothes within it. He gave his bedroom one final look before exiting. When he entered the living area, he found it now filled with light.

“There,” Y/N said. “Now it doesn’t feel so cold here.”

She stood by the curtains and the soft light shining from behind her made her look ethereal. Even her just standing within his bare apartment made it feel more like a home.

“Ready to go?” Y/N asked, interrupting Azriel from his thoughts.

“Oh,” Azriel said. He raised the small bag he was holding. “Yes I am.”

“Then let's go,” Y/N said.

They stepped back out into the cold and Y/N immediately inked her arm with his and pulled him away in the opposite direction they had come in. “Let’s walk by the river, it's a nicer route.”

Azriel allowed her to guide him without argument.

As they walked by the river the wind seemed to pick up and a drizzle of rain began to fall. It was cold but Azriel could handle it with ease, but Y/N was shivering and it was beginning to shake Azriel’s arm. Azriel extended his wing like he had the night they met to try and block out some of the cold but it seemed useless as the rain was coming in from the wrong direction.

“I’m okay,” Y/N said. “But perhaps coming this way was a mistake.”

Azriel laughed quietly and pulled Y/N closer to his side. “Perhaps it was.”

As the two walked next to the river, a faint voice called; “Anything will help.”

Y/N stopped in her tracks and turned to the source of the voice. An older fae woman and a child were huddled in a small gap between two buildings, the blanket covering them was covered in holes and did nothing to protect them from the cold. Azriel tried to reach out to Y/N as she stepped away from him, still shivering.

“Can I help you?” Y/N asked, crouching down next to the woman and child.

The child was shivering in the older fae’s lap, lips blue.

“Any spare change would help us or any food you have to offer,” the older fae woman said weakly.

“Of course!” Y/N said and immediately offered the bag full of pastries. “Take them all, you need them more than me.”

“I couldn’t possibly take them all,” the older fae said. “This is simply too much.”

Y/N’s expression softened. “Of course you can. Please, I insist.”

The fae woman took the bag with hesitation as if she were afraid Y/N would take back her offer and walk away. The fae took the bag with shaking hands. Azriel looked from the fae to the child in her lap, looking close to death. His heart dropped.

“I don’t have much more to offer than the clothes on my back, so…” Y/N unwrapped the scarf from her neck and wrapped it around the fae woman’s. She then proceeded to take her gloves off and place them by the child. Finally she shrugged her thick warm coat off and draped it over the child.

“I can’t allow you to give us your clothes!” the fae exclaimed.

Y/N gently grasped the fae’s shivering hands. “Of course you can, this blanket is not doing much in keeping your from the cold.”

“But–”

“Please, take it,” Y/N said and let go of the woman’s hands.

As she stood back up, Azriel could tell how much she was fighting the urge to shiver in front of the woman and child. The rain had began to come down heavier and The exposed alley did nothing to shield the two from it.

Without thinking, Azriel fished his key out of his pocket. “Here,” he offered. “It is a key to an apartment around the corner. Stay there as long as you wish. I can drop by and bring some food for you in the morning.”

The older fae finally looked up to Azriel and her eyes widened, realising who he was. She looked down at her lap. “I couldn’t possibly take you up on that offer.”

“You can and you will,” Azriel said firmly. “This rain might be the beginning of a storm and I do not want the two of you out here, especially when your child is as sick as he is.”

“My grandchild,” the older fae corrected. “My daughter passed away recently.”

“More of a reason for you to get your grandson to safety,” Azriel said and placed the key on the ground next to the woman. “I am leaving my key here. If you decide not to go, that is your decision but I would highly suggest it. The rain will only get heavier from here.”

The older fae bowed her head. “Thank you both for your great kindness. Not many others have even offered us a passing glance.”

Y/N stepped forward. “I hope the two of you will stay safe.”

“We will, thanks to your kindness,” the older fae said.

Azriel and Y/N both nodded before stepping away from the woman. As they walked further down the street, Azriel turned and saw the woman walking down the street, the child wearing Y/N’s coat.

“L-l-let’s get back to m-my apartment,” Y/N said, shivering a lot now.

Azriel’s eyes widened as he noticed the long dress she wore had soaked through and was clinging to her body. His hands immediately found themselves on her upper arms and rubbed them, trying to keep her warm.

Y/N tilted her head to look up at him and smiled. “If you were trying to keep me warm, the first thing you would ask me to do is take off my clothes. These wet ones are only making me colder.”

Azriel blushed as she tried to avoid eye contact with her, but his eyes seemed to feel a magnetic pull toward hers. He couldn’t look away.

“Now is not the time for jokes,” Azriel said.

“But I love making you flustered, you look cute,” Y/N teased.

Azriel’s blush only deepened.

The street was now empty and the only sound was the rain hitting the cobblestone street. Y/N shivered so much that Azriel pulled her body closer to his. “Do you trust me?” his voice was soft and quiet. He hadn’t intended it to come out that way.

“What?”

“Do you trust me?” Azriel asked again, his grip tightening on her waist.

“Of course I do,” Y/N replied, not a hint of teasing in her tone.

Azriel trailed his hands slowly down her arms, before they came to her hands. There was a part of him that wanted to pull away but he forced himself to rid that thought from his mind. He lifted them so her arms were wrapped around his neck. Y/N’s breath hitched. Their position was quite intimate, Azriel would admit. But he couldn’t pull away.

With one quick swoop, Azriel lifted Y/N into his arms and her grip tightened on him. “I will ask again, do you trust me”?

“Yes,” Y/N said, her voice slightly breathless. “Azriel, I trust you.”

A small smile toyed on Azriel’s lips. “Good.”

It was all he said before shooting into the air.

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