#task 03. a haunting

[faantasm]

⁀➴ task 03. a haunting

the polaroid smells of wood-smoke, the acrid and choking scent that accompanies something burning. It is prepared for postage to one Casimir Drake alongside the snippet of a local newspaper, a postcard, and ashes that may have once been dangerous but were now dust. Look closer?

i. the polaroid: old brick buildings on the outskirts of town, consumed in flame. Sparks dance in the night air, the fire so hot that even firemen flinch. Why else would they just stand there as the fire burned?

ii. the newspaper: a tragic accident, spelled out in dark ink: an old man who fell asleep, an oven left unattended, an ember of a cigarette caught on old carpet. The place went up like tinder.

iii. the ashes: proof of ruin, the fate of those who would defy fire-breathers.

iv. the postcard: wish you were here! a joke, a threat, a status report. With love, from Archer Drake.

[quinzzelx]

Shadows and Starlight

Part 2

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's Starfall and with Starfall come some unpleasant memories. But your excitement to finally see Azriel again wins you over. Catching up with your family, you find that the evening is approaching fast. What happens when Azriel returns and you finally see each other again?

Chapter 01 // Chapter 03

Word Count: 8.8K Well, this is a lengthy one.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Trauma, Flashbacks of Torture, Mentions of SA, A lot of Family bonding, Angst, Teeth rotting Fluff, and Sexual content. I have not proofread this yet, since I wanted to get this up as quickly as possible. A/N: Oh my god, GUYS!!! I am overwhelmed by the positivity and love you showered the first chapter with! You have honestly no idea how happy this makes me. I'm so glad people seem to enjoy it and I truly hope that this part will do the first one justice. Feel free to comment and share your thoughts. Feedback is always appreciated! Also, come chat with me in my inbox!

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As you wake up on Starfall morning, a sense of weariness washes over you, the remnants of a night spent tossing and turning, haunted by dreams of the past and the phantom pains that still linger in your scars. Despite the soft caress of your satin nightgown against your skin, every movement sends a twinge of discomfort coursing through your body, a reminder of the battles you've fought.

Tracing your fingertips over the pale, jagged carvings that mar your stomach, you're transported back to the horrors of Amarantha's trap, the allure of her twisted game pulling you deeper into her web with each passing moment. Rhys had begged you to stay home, his instincts warning him that something wasn't right about this meeting, this gathering, but something inside you knew that you couldn't sit idly by while he faced danger alone. And so you insisted on accompanying him, despite the protests and the danger it posed to you both. There were moments of doubt, fleeting glimpses of regret that whispered in the recesses of your mind.

Especially in the darkness of those colder, harsher nights. Nights when even the simple act of opening your eyes felt like an insurmountable task, weighed down not just by the heavy iron chains that bound you to the ground, but by the imposing weight of impending death that hung heavy on your shoulders.

Turning onto your side, you wince as you feel the numerous scars on your back, traces of the lashings you sustained at Amarantha's hands. She was cruel in her efforts to use you as a tool to hurt Rhys further, inflicting pain upon pain in her relentless quest for power. But despite the physical scars that mar your skin, it's the emotional scars that run the deepest, the memories of your shared trauma with Rhys threatening to pull you back into the depths of despair.

Your wounds festered, infected by the cruel hands of Amarantha, who took perverse pleasure in keeping them open and inflicting new ones upon you, layering pain upon pain with each lash of her whip. Faebane slowed your healing, leaving you vulnerable to the biting cold that seeped into your bruised body, each breath a struggle against the suffocating grip of agony. On one such night, Amarantha's rage burned brighter than usual, her fury directed solely at you. Bound naked to her bedpost, your emaciated form contorted in unnatural ways, the strain and angle of your bindings causing one shoulder to scream in protest. She carved vile curses into the soft flesh of your stomach, taunting you with each cruel stroke of her blade.

And then Rhys entered, his horror evident in the fleeting glimpse you caught of his face before the mask of stoicism fell back into place. But his appearance ignited something within Amarantha, sparking a twisted idea that would haunt you for years to come. Forced to watch as Rhys administered the next lashes, forced to endure the searing pain as he used his Deamanti powers on you, you felt a sliver of relief amidst the agony as his apologies echoed in your mind, his powers soothing the raw edges of your suffering. He tried numbing your pain, taking away the searing heat that your wounds imposed. But Amarantha wasn't satisfied with just inflicting physical pain – she wanted to break you completely, to strip away every last shred of dignity and humanity. And so she made you watch as she rode Rhys, fucking him without hesitation, with favor, your body still bound to the bedpost, blood dripping down your exposed skin, your chest heaving with shallow breaths. She got off on it, the hot tears running down your face, leaving streaks in the dried blood on your face. Even in your state then, your eyes beheld a promise of death. But never had you felt this helpless, having to watch as Amarantha used Rhys as her personal sex-slave. Rhys was your family, your High Lord! And all you could do was watch.

It was a night of unspeakable horror, one of the darkest moments of your life. And yet, amidst the despair, there was a glimmer of hope – She was this mad because of Feyre, because she wanted to break the curse. As you lay there, on the floor of your cell, embracing the cold arms of death, Rhys hurriedly came barging in. He knelt beside you on the cold stone floor, tears streaming down his face as he cradled your head in his hands, offering what little comfort he could in the face of such unimaginable pain.

"Gods, what have I done?" Rhys whispered, his voice choked with sorrow and regret. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I never wanted this for you. I never wanted any of this." His words were like a knife to your heart, each apology cutting deeper than the last as you struggled to cling to consciousness. "Rhys," you managed to rasp, your voice barely a whisper. "Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault." But he shook his head, his tears falling freely now as he pressed his forehead against yours. "I should have protected you. I should have never let this happen to you."

You reached up, weakly grasping his hand as you tried to offer him what little comfort you could. "It's not your fault," you repeated, your voice growing fainter with each passing moment. "I love you, Rhys. Please... don't blame yourself."

But Rhys's anguish only seemed to deepen at your words, his sobs wracking his body as he pleaded with you to hold on, to fight against the darkness that threatened to consume you both. "Please," he begged, his voice raw with emotion as he called your name. "Don't leave me. I can't bear to lose you. Please, stay with me." And as you felt the cold embrace of death drawing ever closer, you clung to his hand, drawing strength from the love and warmth that radiated from him. "I'll try," you rasped, your voice barely audible now. "I'll try, Rhys. I promise."

And with those final words, you drifted into darkness, leaving Rhys alone with his grief and his guilt, his tears mingling with yours as he prayed to the Mother for a miracle, for a chance to make things right.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, you try to calm your mind, to push aside the memories that threaten to overwhelm you. Today is supposed to be a day of celebration, a time to put aside the pain of the past and focus on the joy of the present.

As someone knocks at the bedroom door, you groan, burying your face in the pillow, exhausted and emotionally drained from the tumultuous memories that still linger in your mind. Calling out for the person to enter, you brace yourself for the intrusion, the weight of the world pressing down upon your shoulders. To your surprise, it's Rhys who enters, his presence like a balm to your weary soul. As if sensing the chaos within you, he seems equally stressed by the preparations for the day, Nyx cradled in his arms. Your eyes soften when they land on the toddler, his small wings flapping excitedly as he spots you, extending his arms out in a silent plea to be held. Rhys sits down beside you on the bed, a gentle look on his face as he takes in your tired form. Nyx immediately pounces on you, his laughter filling the room with infectious joy. Despite your exhaustion, you can't help but smile at the sight of the young boy, his innocence a welcome distraction from the weight of the world.

"Hey there, little one," you murmur, scooping Nyx into your arms and showering him with kisses. He giggles in delight, his tiny hands reaching out to touch your face with a sense of wonder. Rhys watches the exchange with a soft smile, his violet eyes filled with warmth and affection. "I thought Nyx might help cheer you up," he says gently, his voice laced with concern. "It's been a rough morning, hasn't it?" You nod, unable to find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions that have been swirling inside you since you woke up. But as you hold Nyx close, his laughter echoing in your ears, you feel a sense of peace settle over you, if only for a fleeting moment. Rhys leans closer, his hand finding yours on the bed, offering silent support. "Are you okay?" he asks softly, concern etched in his eyes.

You manage a weak smile, squeezing his hand in return. "I'm... trying to be," you admit, your voice tinged with exhaustion. "It's just... a lot, you know?" He nods understandingly, his thumb tracing comforting circles on the back of your hand. "I know," he murmurs, his gaze softening. "But we'll get through this, together. I promise." The weight of his words hangs heavy in the air, a silent reminder of the bond that binds you both, even in the darkest of times. "Thank you, Rhys," you whisper, your voice barely above a whisper. "For everything."

He smiles, a gentle expression that lights up his features. "Anytime," he says softly, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. "We're in this together, remember? No matter what."

As you settle into a more comfortable rhythm, the conversation shifts to lighter topics, a welcome distraction from the weight of the morning's emotions. "So," Rhys begins, his tone lighter now, "did you hear about Cassian's little mishap with the ladder this morning?" You raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in your eyes. "Oh? Do tell," you urge, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. Rhys chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, apparently he thought he could single-handedly take on the task of putting up the decorations," he explains, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "But Feyre and Elain had other ideas."

You laugh at the mental image of Cassian attempting to navigate a ladder while Feyre and Elain guided him from below, their laughter echoing through the halls of the House of Wind. "And then," Rhys continues, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "just as he was reaching for the top, the ladder slipped out from under him, and down he went!" You can't help but giggle at the thought of Cassian tumbling to the ground, his pride wounded but otherwise unharmed. "Poor Cass," you tease, shaking your head in mock sympathy. "I hope he's okay." The Highlord says, his smile widening. "Oh, he's fine," he assures you. "Just a bruised ego, I think."

Before you can respond, Nyx interrupts with a babble of his own, his tiny hands reaching out to grab at Rhys's hair. You laugh, gently untangling Nyx's fingers from Rhys's locks as you listen to the toddler's excited chatter. Rhys grins, his eyes sparkling with affection as he looks down at his son. "I spoke to Azriel yesterday," he says casually, shifting the conversation back to more serious matters. "He should be back today, just in time for Starfall."

You feel a surge of anticipation at the mention of Azriel's return, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of seeing him again after his absence. "That's great news," you reply, trying to keep your voice casual despite the butterflies in your stomach. "I'm sure he'll be relieved to be home." He nods, a knowing glint in his eye. "Oh, I'm sure he will be," he says cryptically, a teasing smile playing at his lips. "After all, there are certain people who have been eagerly awaiting his return."

You roll your eyes, unable to suppress a smile at Rhys's playful teasing. "You're incorrigible," you tease, giving him a playful shove. "But I'm glad Azriel's coming back. It's not the same without him." The conversation ebbs into comfortable silence as you play with the toddler sat on your lap. When you notice Rhys’s eyes glaze over, the violet of his eyes dulling just slightly, you look at him with a cocked eyebrow. “Is our Highlord required somewhere?” You ask with a small smile on your lips. “Yes, I fear duty calls.”

As Rhys leaves with Nyx in tow, a sense of tranquility settles over you, the bustling energy of the morning quieting to a gentle hum. With a sigh of relief, you make your way to the bath, the promise of warm water and solitude beckoning to you like a beacon in the storm.

Sinking into the soothing embrace of the bath, the warmth seeping into your tired muscles and easing the knots of tension that had been building within you. With each passing moment, the cares of the world seem to slip away, replaced by a sense of peace and calm that settles deep within your soul. With each passing moment, you feel yourself growing lighter, the weight of the morning's emotions gradually fading into the background as you focus on the simple pleasure of being present in this moment. Only when the skin on your hands starts to wrinkle, do you decide to leave the comfort of your bath.

After drying off, you quickly set about getting ready for the day ahead. With practiced ease, you slip into your clothes, the fabric smooth against your skin as you dress. You run a brush through your hair, smoothing out any tangles and pulling it back into a simple yet elegant style. With one last glance in the mirror, you nod in satisfaction, a sense of determination settling over you. Today is a new day. Starfall to be exact. You would not let the past control the present.

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As you make your way downstairs, noon is just beginning to unfold, the soft light of the early sun filtering through the windows of the House of Wind. The air is filled with the gentle hum of activity as preparations for the evening's festivities are underway. You take a moment to admire the decorations that Cassian had so painstakingly put up, a fond smile playing at the corners of your lips as you remember his earlier mishap with the ladder. Despite the chaos of it all, there's a sense of excitement building in the air, a unmistakable energy that sets your heart racing with anticipation.

Making your way to where Feyre and Elain were sitting in the kitchen, you exchange greetings with them, falling into easy conversation. The smell of freshly brewed tea fills the air, and you can't help but relax as you sink into a chair at the table. "So, what's on the agenda for today?" Feyre asks, pouring a cup of tea for each of you.

Elain smiles softly, her doe-eyes lighting up with excitement. "I was thinking of spending some time in the gardens," she says. "I've been working on a few new plantings, and I'd love to show them to you." You nod eagerly, honestly intrigued by Elain's passion for gardening. "I'd love to see them," you reply, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Whilst you sip your tea, the conversation turns to lighter topics, and you find yourself laughing and joking with Feyre and Elain. It's moments like these that remind you of why you cherish your time with them. Suddenly, Elain's voice breaks through your thoughts, her tone soft and earnest. "I'm so glad Azriel is returning today," she says, her eyes shining with sincerity. "I've missed him." A pang of jealousy and irritation shoots through you at her words, catching you off guard. You quickly brush it off as simple irritation, unwilling to acknowledge the twinge of envy that lingers in the depths of your chest. Elain, oblivious to your internal turmoil, continues to speak, her words pulling you back into the conversation. "And I've missed you too," she adds, her voice filled with warmth and affection.

You nod, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I missed you too." But inside, you can't help but feel a twinge of envy at the thought of Elain's closeness with Azriel. Before the awkwardness can settle in, however, Elain changes the subject, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she again talks about the new plants she's planted in the gardens of the Riverhouse.

"That reminds me," you say suddenly, a spark of delight igniting within you. Your eyes sparkle as you remember the gift you brought back for Elain, reaching into your pocket and pulling out a small packet of seeds. "I found these at a market stall on the continent and thought of you. They're seeds for a flower called... um...“ you stumble over the name for a moment before recalling it. "They're seeds for a flower called Moonlight Blossoms. I thought they might be a nice addition to your garden."

Elain's eyes widen with delight as she takes the seeds from you, her expression one of pure joy. "Oh, thank you!" she exclaims, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "I can't wait to plant these in the garden. They're going to be beautiful."

After spending a pleasant morning and noon catching up with Feyre and Elain, you accompany Elain to the garden to see her new plants. The garden is a riot of color and fragrance, and you spend a blissful hour wandering among the flowers and chatting with her about her latest botanical discoveries. As you bid Elain farewell and make your way back inside, you realize that the day has flown by in a rush of activity. You quickly run a few last-minute errands for Starfall, picking up some supplies and making sure everything is in order for the evening's festivities.

Time seems to slip through your fingers like grains of sand as you hurry through the bustling streets of Velaris, the excitement of the day building with each passing moment. Before you know it, the sun is beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the city as evening approaches.

With a sense of urgency, you hurry back to the House of Wind, eager to get ready for the evening ahead. Mor had promised to get ready together, and you don't want to keep her waiting. As you enter your room, the blond is already there, surrounded by an array of dresses and accessories strewn across the bed. She looks up as you enter, a bright smile lighting up her face.

"Hey there, gorgeous!" she greets you, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Are you ready to get glam for Starfall?" You return her smile, feeling a rush of anticipation at the thought of the evening ahead. "Absolutely," you reply, crossing the room to join her. "I can't wait to see what you've picked out." Mor gestures to the dresses laid out on the bed. "I've narrowed it down to a few options," she says, a mischievous grin playing at her lips. "But I think I already know which one I'm going to choose." You chuckle, knowing that Mor always has a flair for dramatics when it comes to dressing up. "Well, let's see them then," you tease, eager to get started.

Together, you sift through the dresses, examining each one carefully and discussing their merits and drawbacks. There are dresses of every color and style, from sleek and elegant to bold and daring. Finally, Mor settles on a stunning gown in deep maroon red, its flowing skirts and intricate beading catching the light as she holds it up.

"This is the one," she declares, a satisfied smile gracing her features. "What do you think?" You nod in agreement, admiring the dress's beauty. "It's perfect," you reply. "You're going to look absolutely stunning." Mor beams at your praise, clearly pleased with her selection. "Thanks, love," she says, reaching out to give you a quick hug. "Now, let's get you sorted out. I have a feeling you're going to steal the show tonight."

As you slip into the dress that you had bought the day before, a soft sigh escapes your lips, the sensation of the fabric against your skin sending a shiver of delight down your spine. The deep midnight blue hue wraps around you like a lover's embrace, casting an delicate glow that seems to illuminate the room. The neckline plunges low, offering a tantalizing glimpse of your cleavage. With each movement, the dress seems to come alive. Mor's eyes widen in admiration as she takes in your appearance. "Wow," she breathes, her voice filled with genuine awe. "You look absolutely stunning."

A soft smile graces your lips as you meet her gaze "Thank you, Mor," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't have found this without your help." She beams at your words, her pride evident in the curve of her lips. "It was my pleasure," she replies, her tone warm and sincere. "But really, the dress suits you perfectly. I almost forgot how it looked on you overnight."

Shortly after she also put on her dress, Mor expertly braids your hair, her nimble fingers weaving intricate patterns, you can't help but admire her skill. With each twist and turn, your hair transforms into a work of art, cascading down your back in elegant waves. You close your eyes, savoring the sensation of her touch, the gentle tugs and pulls lulling you into a state of relaxation. "Your hair is like silk," Mor remarks, her voice filled with admiration. "It's going to look stunning tonight." Once your hair is styled to perfection, Mor moves on to makeup, applying each layer with precision. The dark, alluring makeup enhances your features, accentuating your eyes and highlighting your cheekbones.

Whilst the blond puts the finishing touches on your makeup, you take a moment to admire your reflection. The sultry gaze staring back at you sends a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins, the promise of the evening ahead hanging in the air. "Ready to turn heads?" Mor asks, a playful smirk gracing her lips. "Absolutely," you reply, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Let's make tonight unforgettable."

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As you and Mor descend the grand staircase, the sounds of laughter and music fill the air, signaling the start of the evening's festivities. The House of Wind is alive with energy, the vibrant atmosphere drawing you in as you make your way through the bustling crowd. Mor heads straight for the wine table, her graceful movements drawing the attention of those around her. She expertly pours two glasses, handing one to you with a knowing smile. "To a night to remember," she says, raising her glass in a toast. You clink your glass against hers, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "To a night to remember," you echo, taking a sip of the rich, velvety wine.

While mingling with the other guests, you can't help but notice the admiring glances and whispered compliments that follow you wherever you go. Cassian whistles at your appearance, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he offers a playful wink. Even Amren, usually reserved and stoic, can't help but be impressed. "Not bad, girl" she remarks in her typical deadpan tone, her lips quirking up in a rare smile. "You look good." While chatting with Cassian, his easy grin and infectious laughter filling the air, you can't help but feel at ease in his presence. He regales you with stories of past Starfall celebrations, each one more outrageous than the last, and you find yourself laughing along with him, caught up in the magic of the moment and the memories.

Amren stands beside him, her sharp gaze surveying the crowd with a mix of curiosity and amusement. She interjects with the occasional dry comment or witty observation, adding her own unique perspective to the conversation. Cassian nudges you playfully, a naughty glint in his eyes. "So, have you seen Az around yet?" he asks, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You roll your eyes at his question, knowing full well where he's going with this. "Not yet," you reply with a smirk. "But I'm sure he'll make quite the entrance when he does," you add, your tone dripping with playful sarcasm. Cassian chuckles, his grin widening as he leans in conspiratorially. "You know, I heard he's been practicing his dramatic entrances," he whispers, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. Amren, who had been silently observing the exchange, scoffs in amusement. "Practicing? Please, Azriel was born with dramatic flair," she interjects, her voice dry as ever. You can't help but laugh at Amren's remark, nodding in agreement. "True," you concede, unable to deny the truth in her words. Cassian's grin widens, mischief dancing in his eyes as he leans in closer. "You know, Y/N, if you keep talking about Az like this, people might start to think you have a crush on him," he teases, his tone light but teasing. Mor joins in on the teasing, a playful smirk on her lips. "Oh, come on, Cass," she chimes in, "we all know Y/N's got it bad for Az. I mean, who wouldn't? He's mysterious, brooding, and let's not forget those dreamy eyes."

You roll your eyes at their teasing, but heat creeps up your neck nonetheless. "You two are insufferable," you mutter, trying to play it off coolly despite the warmth you can feel in your chest.

They share a knowing look, their grins widening. "Oh, don't be shy, Y/N," Cassian says with a wink, "we all see the way you light up whenever Az is around."

You sigh in mock exasperation, knowing there's no escaping this. "Fine, you caught me," you admit with a chuckle, "but can we please focus on something other than my nonexistent love life for once?" Mor and Cassian exchange a glance before bursting into laughter.

With an exaggerated sigh, you down the rest of your wine in one swift motion, the cool liquid soothing the annoyance bubbling within you. Setting the empty glass down, you grab another from the nearby tray, filling it to the brim with wine. Cassian and Mor exchange amused glances as they watch your reaction, but you pay them no mind, determined to drown out their taunting with copious amounts of alcohol.

As the night wears on, the rhythm of the music pulls you onto the dance floor, the enchanting melodies winding their way through the air and into your soul. Lost in the music, you move with grace and elegance, allowing the melodies to guide your every step. The lights overhead cast a warm glow on the dance floor, illuminating the faces of those around you as they sway to the music. Couples twirl and spin, lost in their own worlds of love and passion, while laughter and joy fill the air. You watch as Nesta and Cassian sweep over the dancefloor together, having the crowd watch in awe.

With each passing moment, your gaze darts from one corner of the room to the next, hoping to catch sight of him. Your heart beats faster with every shadow that moves, every figure that passes by, as you search for the one person who has occupied your thoughts all evening.

Dancing with an attractive Fae male, his presence envelops you, his hand warm against the small of your back as you sway to the soft, slow tunes. Despite your initial reluctance when he asked you to dance with him, you find yourself enjoying his company, lost in the rhythm of the music and the warmth of his gaze. His blond hair were neatly combed, his bright green eyes gentle and kind as they take in your facial features.

But as his hand begins to wander over your scarred skin, trailing dangerously close to where the fabric of your dress starts again, a shiver runs down your spine. The heat of his touch sends a jolt through you, igniting a familiar sensation. Just as you feel yourself becoming lost in the moment, a sudden shift in the air catches your attention. Without even turning around, you know he's here. As the music continues to play, you can sense him drawing closer, his presence casting a spell over you that leaves you spellbound and breathless. Just as you're about to step away, you sense a familiar presence behind you. The scent of cedar fills your senses, and you turn to find Azriel standing there, his tall frame looming over you.

Before you can even process his presence, he reaches out, gently touching your arm. "May I cut in?" he asks, his voice soft yet commanding. You meet his gaze, the intensity in his eyes sending a shiver down your spine. "Of course," you reply, unable to tear your eyes away from him. As the Fae male steps back, Azriel takes his place, his hand finding yours as he pulls you close. The music shifts to a slower, more intimate melody, and you find yourself swept up in the moment. "It's been too long," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the music. Azriel's gaze softens, his fingers tracing light patterns on your back. "I've missed you," he admits, his voice low and filled with emotion. A surge of warmth washes over you at his words, and you find yourself drawn closer to him. "I've missed you too," you confess, your heart racing in your chest. As you continue to dance, the tension between you and Azriel is palpable, crackling in the air like electricity. His hand lingers on your waist, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"I can't believe you're finally back," he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the music. You meet his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest. "I can't believe it either," you reply, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "It feels like it's been an eternity." Azriel's eyes soften, a hint of sadness flickering in their depths. "I'm sorry I wasn't here to greet you when you returned," he says, his voice filled with regret. "I wanted to be the first one to welcome you home."

You reach up, gently touching his cheek. "It's okay," you assure him, your thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "I know you had your duties to attend to." A faint smile plays at the corners of Azriel's lips then, and he leans into your touch. How he had missed it to feel your gentle reassuring touch. "Still, I wish I could have been here for you," he murmurs, his voice deep and husky. As the song comes to an end, you stare at each other. Reluctantly, Azriel releases your hand, his touch lingering for a moment longer before he takes a step back. The music fades into the background, drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

For a moment, the two of you simply stand there, lost in each other's gaze, the world around you fading away until there's nothing left but the space between you. Then, with a soft smile, Azriel breaks the silence. "Would you like to take a walk?" he asks, his voice gentle and inviting.

You nod, a warm feeling spreading through you at the prospect of spending more time with him. "I'd like that," you reply, returning his smile. Together, you slip away from the dance floor, the night air cool against your skin as you step out onto the balcony. The city sprawls out before you, its lights twinkling in the darkness like a sea of stars.

Feeling his gaze upon you, you can't help but shift slightly under his scrutiny, a blush creeping up your cheeks as you realize just how closely he's examining you. You bite your lip nervously, suddenly hyper-aware of every curve and contour of your body that's on display in the dress. As Azriel's eyes linger on your figure, you can't help but notice the way his gaze seems to heat up, his breath catching in his throat. A thrill shoots through you at the intensity of his stare, igniting a fire in the pit of your stomach.

For a moment, neither of you says anything, the air between you charged with unspoken desire. Then, with a slight cough to clear his throat, Azriel tears his gaze away from you, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice husky with emotion. "I didn't mean to stare." You shake your head, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "It's okay," you reply softly. "I... I don't mind."

You reach out tentatively, your hand finding his arm in a comforting gesture. "Azriel," you begin, your voice barely above a whisper, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you." He turns to face you, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. "What is it?" he asks, concern lacing his every word. You take a deep breath, summoning all your courage. “I-“  Before you can finish your sentence, the door to the balcony swings open, and Feyre steps out, her eyes widening in surprise when she sees the two of you standing there together.

"Oh, sorry," she stammers, quickly averting her gaze. "I didn't mean to interrupt." Azriel clears his throat, stepping back slightly to give Feyre some space. "It's alright," he says, his voice a little strained. "We were just... talking." she nods, though there's a knowing glint in her eyes as she looks between the two of you. "Right, well, I'll leave you two to it then," she says, retreating back inside. You and Azriel exchange a glance, a silent understanding passing between you. It seems that fate has other plans for your conversation, at least for now.

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When Azriel winnowed into Rhys's study earlier that day, he was greeted by the familiar sight of his brother sitting behind the desk, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Rhys's gaze meets his, and Azriel's eyes widen as the scent of you fills his senses, sending a jolt of anticipation coursing through him. It wasn’t dull and faded, not like the pillows in your bedroom. No, you had to have been in this room today. Rhys raises an eyebrow at his brother’s dumbfounded face, his smirk growing more pronounced. "Took you long enough to notice," he says, amusement lacing his tone.

Azriel's lips twitch into a half-smile as he strides further into the room, his movements fluid and graceful. "I was preoccupied," he replies, his voice gruff. "But I'm here now." Rhys chuckles, leaning back in his chair. "I can see that," he says, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, how was your mission?" Azriel takes a moment to compose himself, his mind still reeling from the unexpected encounter with your scent. "Successful," he replies, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within him. His resolve snapped. "But I'll fill you in on the details later. Right now, I have other matters to attend to."

Rhys arches an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Of course," he says, his tone teasing. "Wouldn't want to keep her waiting, would you?" Azriel's cheeks flush slightly at his brother's teasing remark, but he maintains his composure. "No," he says, his voice tinged with determination. "I wouldn't."

As Azriel takes flight for the House of Wind, his mind races with a whirlwind of emotions. Excitement courses through his veins, an unexpected thrill at the thought of seeing you again after nine long months apart. He hadn't dared to hope that you would be back, hadn't allowed himself to entertain the possibility of your return. And yet, here you were, your presence filling him with a sense of longing he just started to realize he'd been harboring.

The memory of your scent lingers in his mind, haunting him with its intoxicating sweetness. It's a scent he knows all too well, one that has the power to drive him to madness with desire. Even now, as he flies through the night sky, he can't shake the memory of you, the way your scent wraps around him like a warm embrace. Only yesterday had he thought about that exact smell while fucking his hand wishing it was yours instead.

Cursing himself for his wayward thoughts, Azriel frowns, attempting to push aside the overwhelming tide of emotions threatening to consume him.

As Azriel lands gracefully on the balcony of the House of Wind, he braces himself  for their reunion. He had just made his way here in record time, flying like his life depended on it. His heart pounds in his chest, the anticipation of seeing you again after so long almost too much to bear. With each step he takes, his eyes scan the crowded room, searching for your familiar form amidst the mass of guests.

And then he sees you.

His breath catches in his throat as he takes you in, his brain short-circuiting at the sight of you. You’re wearing a dress, and it clings to you like a second skin, accentuating every curve and contour of your body. His gaze lingers on the scars that trail across your back, a witness to the battles you had fought and the strength you possess. But it's not just your appearance that captivates him. It's the way you move, the grace and confidence with which you carry yourself, as if you own the very air around you. And you do, completely oblivious to the hungry and captivated stares you gain, turning heads everywhere you appear. Then his attention finally shifts to the Fae dancing with you, his hand lingering dangerously close to your exposed skin, and a surge of possessiveness courses through him. You’re wearing his colors, he realizes with a jolt, a flicker of irritation igniting within him at the thought of someone else daring to touch what belongs to him. A growl rumbles in Azriel's chest, low and threatening, as the surge of jealousy within him reaches a fever pitch. He takes a step forward, hazel eyes blazing with anger, his wings flaring out instinctively behind him.

But before he can make his move, Mor appears at his side, a knowing smirk on her lips as she nudges him playfully. "Easy there, big guy," she says, her voice low and playful. "No need to start a brawl on Starfall."

Azriel grits his teeth, torn between his desire to protect what's his and the knowledge that Mor is right. He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to reign in his emotions. While Azriel briefly exchanges pleasantries with Mor, his mind is consumed by thoughts of you. He can hardly focus on their conversation, his attention drawn inexorably back to where you stand across the room. He can feel his Illyrian instincts surging to the forefront, urging him to claim what's rightfully his. Shadowy tendrils dance around him frantically, pushing, pulling, as if they too wanted him to whisk you away from the other male’s embrace.

Finally having had enough, he excuses himself from Mor's company. Azriel prowls across the room with purposeful strides. His presence alone is enough to send a ripple of unease through the crowd, his menacing aura palpable as he approaches. When he reaches your side, the Fae male dancing with you seems to shrink back in fear, intimidated by the intensity of Azriel's gaze. But Azriel pays him no mind, his attention wholly consumed by you.

His shadows whispering words of possession and desire in his ears, chanting “Beautiful, beautiful” over and over. ”Ours, ours” Azriel can hardly contain the primal urges that surge within him. All he can think about is claiming you, marking you as his own for all the world to see. And as he draws closer, the air crackling with anticipation, he knows that he won't be satisfied until you’re in his arms, where you belong. He just wants to sink his teeth into the soft flesh of your neck. Suppressing a groan, he twirls you around, his hands easily finding their way onto your hips, softly squeezing them while leading the dance.

When the song came to an end, he felt like he was stood in the summer courts afternoon sun again. He needed some fresh air, some more quietness, and he selfishly wanted to be the sole bearer of your company.

By the Cauldron, as you made your way onto the balcony, him trailing behind you a few steps, he silently swore under his breath. Suddenly he was questioning his decision to be alone with you. Again, he asked himself why. Why have the last nine months been such a torture? Why did it feel like there was no oxygen left in his lungs when you and Mor had winnowed away and departed for your mission? And only now could he breathe again, truly breathe. And with every inhale, the scent of sweet lilies and freshly fallen rain assaulted his senses, clawing into the very essence of his being.

Only as you shifted on your feet slightly did he notice that he was straight up staring at you. Shit. As a soft blush made its way onto your cheeks then, he wanted to melt. Did you like the way he looked at you? Had the past nine months felt as maddening for you as they had felt for him? Questions upon questions infiltrated his mind as you looked upon Velaris together. And when you spoke again, wanting, no, needing to tell him something, he felt his stomach drop. Had you found someone on the continent?

When Feyre interrupted you mid-sentence solely by appearing, he didn’t know if he should curse or thank her for the disturbance. But the way your brows furrowed and how the light in your eyes ebbed out a little bit, made him feel a pang in his chest.

He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the sudden tension that had settled between you. And as Feyre excused herself again, he spoke up. "What were you saying?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He needed to know, needed to hear your words, even if they shattered his heart into a million pieces. You hesitated for a moment, the words caught in your throat as you searched for an excuse, anything to deflect from the truth. "It's nothing," you replied, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. "Just... something I've been thinking about lately. But it's not important." A lie.

He studied your expression, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features before he masked it with a small smile of his own. "Alright," he murmured, though he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to your words than you were letting on. Turning back to Azriel, you couldn't help but notice the way the moonlight danced across his features, casting a soft glow around him that made your heart flutter again.

"You know," he began, breaking the comfortable silence between you, "I never expected to find you here tonight. It's... a pleasant surprise."

You chuckled softly, the sound carrying on the gentle breeze. "Well, it's not every day that we get to celebrate Starfall together," you replied, a hint of warmth in your voice. "I wouldn't miss it for the world." There was hidden meaning in your words that he didn’t fail to miss.

His eyes softened at your words, a silent understanding passing between you. "I'm glad you're here," he murmured, his gaze never leaving yours. "It wouldn't be the same without you."

Wearing a tender smile, Azriel reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against yours. "You look beautiful tonight," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. A soft blush crept onto your cheeks at his compliment, and you couldn't help but return his smile. "Thank you," you replied, your voice filled with sincerity. "You don't look too bad yourself."

He chuckled softly, the sound like music to your ears. "High praise coming from you," he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement. You laughed, a light and carefree sound that echoed in the night air. "Well, I do have good taste," you quipped, nudging him playfully.

With trembling hands, you reached out to touch him, your fingers grazing lightly against his cheek as you traced the contours of his face. His eyes fluttered closed at your touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he leaned into your caress. Every nerve in his body seemed to come alive at your gentle caress, his senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating sensation of your touch. With a shaky breath, he opened his eyes, meeting your gaze with a depth of emotion that words could not express. In that moment, he felt as though he could drown in the ocean of your eyes.

With a tender yet sure touch, Azriel pulled you into his embrace, his arms enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth and safety. The scent of cedar and winter air surrounded you, his presence filling every corner of your senses. Azriel can't help himself, his urge to feel you pressed against him. He had missed you too much, and the way you just looked at him had him questioning why the hell he waited so long to do this. His hazel eyes glint as he lets them roam over your face, examining the gentle curve of your full lips, dipping down to follow the line of revealed skin, ending where your breasts are pressed firmly to his chest. The intensity of his stare sends shivers down your spine, your skin tingling with a delicious combination of desire and longing.

With each passing moment, the space between you seems to shrink, until there is barely a breath of air separating your bodies. You can feel the heat emanating from him, warming you from the inside out. His eyes, darkened with lust, hold you captive, their intensity rendering you speechless. You can't help but shiver under his gaze, your entire being yearning for the touch of his lips against yours.

As he leans in closer, his brows furrowed in concentration, you can't help but tremble under his touch. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, a subconscious gesture. You feel the gentle pressure of his body against yours, his warmth seeping into your skin as he presses you back against the railing. Unable to contain the rush of emotions coursing through you, a soft whimper escapes your lips. "Azriel." His name leaves you sounding more like a soft whine than anything else. He inhales sharply, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath as he savors the way his name rolls off your tongue. "say it again." he pleads, his voice husky with longing, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. "Azriel..." You breathe out again. A sinful moan escapes his lips at the sound of his name spoken by you, his head bowing forward as he presses his forehead against yours. Your hands claw at his chest, fisting his shirt.

“Can I kiss you?” Azriel’s voice sounds strained as he asks you. All you can manage is a whimpered “Please.” And that’s all he needs, as if your words just shattered his restraint, he surges forward, capturing your lips with his own. You melt into each other’s touch, lips slanted over another, one of Azriel’s marred hands comes up to cup one of your cheeks, tilting your head back slightly to deepen the kiss. You press into him more, gasping when you feel a muscled thigh lodged between your legs, the friction causing you to shake slightly. Azriel swipes his tongue over your bottom lip then, venturing further as you gasp, tasting you. Both of you, completely tangled into each other, breathe heavily when you part. Only then do you realize that the stars had begun their journey, thousands upon thousands of bright streaks flashing through the sky.

The sparkling light of the falling stars reflected in Azriel’s eyes, making them shine even brighter than they already were. You followed his gaze as you saw his orbs wander to look behind you. The night sky shone with glittering starlight, painting Velaris in a colorful bright hue. In complete and utter awe, you shift slightly, watching the stars make their way to whatever destination. “Breathtaking.” Azriel mumbles huskily and you can’t help but agree. When you turn to face him again, you realize that he was still looking at you. A soft blush makes its way onto your already flushed face.

Azriel was a warrior, the Night Court’s Spymaster and Shadowsinger, he had fought plenty of battles before, always coming out on top and alive. But as he stared at you then, his heart rapidly beating in his chest, he found himself on his knees for the first time, loosing his restraint, loosing his composure. Because when he looked at you then, face bathed in the soft lights of the falling stars, skin flushed and lips swollen, it snapped. And when it did, everything made sense.

His eyes were wide and filled with something you couldn’t quite place. As you feel his lips crashing against yours once more, any words you might have spoken are lost in the fervor of the moment. The intensity of the kiss leaves you breathless, your mind swirling with a heady mixture of desire and adoration.

When you finally break apart, your chests heaving with the effort of controlling your racing hearts, you find yourself lost in the depths of his wide, expressive eyes. There's something in his gaze that speaks volumes, something you can't quite put into words but can feel deep within your soul. "Your face is a work of art," you whisper, the alcohol lending a soft haze to your words. Excitement clouding your head, the compliment spills from your lips. Azriel's features, sharp and defined, seem to glow with an ethereal light in the dimness of the night. His hazel eyes, like pools of molten gold, capture your gaze, drawing you in.

"Yeah?" he hums in response, his hands finding their way to the back of your thighs, pulling you closer to him. The warmth of his touch sends a shiver down your spine, igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume every inch of your being. And when he inhales deeply, the scent of your Arousal hits him with full force and he snarls lowly. "Your legs should frame it then,"

Your breath hitches at his words, eyes widening at what he suggests. Speechless you try to regain your composure. Then, with a coy smile, you lean in closer to him, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper, "Careful, Azriel. You're playing with fire." The teasing tone in your voice betrays the longing that simmers beneath the surface, aching to be unleashed.

As the flames of desire engulf you both, Azriel's lips part in a husky whisper, his voice dripping with primal need. "I don't mind getting burned," he murmurs, his breath hot against your neck. With a trembling hand, you reach up to cup his cheek, your touch gentle yet filled with an intensity that mirrors the blaze in his eyes. "Then let us burn together," you whisper.

In a raw display of desire, Azriel's demeanor shifts, his jaw clenched with a fierce determination as he gazes at you with narrowed eyes filled with unbridled hunger. Without a word, he lifts you effortlessly into his arms, his hands roaming possessively over your body as he pulls you close. With a soft gasp, you wrap your legs around his hips, feeling the heat of his body against yours as you press closer together. The sensation of his hands wandering to your ass, squeezing firmly, sends a shiver of anticipation coursing through you.

In the blink of an eye, Azriel winnows you away. The world blurs around you, the sensation of movement disorienting yet thrilling. Before you can fully comprehend the transition, you find yourselves standing in the intimate sanctuary of his bedroom. Around you, the air is charged with anticipation, heavy with the promise of what is to come. Azriel's gaze meets yours, smoldering with desire as he sets you down gently on the bed, his hands still lingering on your hips. And as he looks at you then, looking deep into your eyes to search for any hesitation or regret on your part, you speak.

“Claim me.” Your voice is confident and soft. “I’m yours, Mate.”

With a primal growl, Azriel's restraint shatters, consumed by the raw, unbridled desire coursing through his veins. He leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, a fierce hunger driving his movements. In that moment, there is no holding back, no inhibitions—only the primal instinct to claim you as his own.

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I Can't believe it!! What do you guys think? Let's just say Part 3 will be very steamy. I truly hope you enjoyed reading this.

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@impossibelle @paleidiot @tele86 @namelesssaviour @sstrohma @that-one-little-soybean @mybestfriendmademe @durgenyx @shinyghosteclipse @katherinejess

[kitsuneheart]

On the Courtship of Hedgehogs, 2025-03-30 progress

Check out the AMAZING art commissioned from Feral/Chaos!

Main fic:

First draft, first edit, final edit: 15/15

Posting: 13/15. Chapter 14 posted on the night of 3/30, chapter 15 on 4/1! And this is NOT an April Fool's prank!

Bonus 1: Secret <3 Will be done by 4/1

--First task: ~85% done

--Second task: ~50% done

--3rd task: not started, getting a wee bit worried, but there's no writing to take up my time.

Bonus 2: Smut. Still not started, but it haunts my dreams. Definitely won't be done by the 1st, but I am gonna crank that out like Shadow is gonna crank that hog.

[bloopitynoot]

What I Read This Week: 03/09/2025

I am a librarian, and unrelated to stereotypes about my profession, I do read a metric shit-ton in a week. Most of it is fanfiction but hey, I thought maybe it's time I share my reads?

This is what I read this week:

1 A Little Bit To The Left by miixz (86,570)

Summary: 【 A System error during execution bound you to Shi Yuan’s account instead of the intended Shen Qingqiu. We sincerely apologize.

You will be given the chance to climb from your current position of canon fodder as the story progresses and plot points become available to you. As Shi Yuan does not have an established character the OOC function is automatically unlocked, please accept this bonus as your compensation for the mistaken role.

Please ensure that no score falls below zero, or the System will automatically administer punishment.】

Intended role of Shen Qingqiu?! The fuck, were you trying to kill me? Why would anyone think transmigrating into that scum of all people would be helpful?

Alright, alright. Shi Yuan takes a deep breath. He can deal with this. So he’d transmigrated into the shitty novel he’d just finished, but at least he’d somehow avoided becoming the villain.

Or: Shen Yuan transmigrates into Proud Immortal Demon Way as a Bai Zhan Peak disciple.

what a good way to start my reads this week!

A disciple fic where there is a tiny age gap (2 years) between disciple shi yuan and binghe.

PEAK Shen Yuan obliviousness - like painful until the very end. This guy is so brilliant but has 0 awareness of what's going on with himself emotionally.

Sweetest of endings though so it's worth it.

2. Heaven Official's Blessing by MXTX Chapter 57-62

Summary: Born the crown prince of a prosperous kingdom, Xie Lian was renowned for his beauty, strength, and purity. His years of dedication and noble deeds allowed him to ascend to godhood. But those who rise, can also fall…and fall he does, cast from the Heavens again and again and banished to the mortal realm.

Eight hundred years after his mortal life, Xie Lian has ascended to godhood for the third time. Now only a lowly scrap collector, he is dispatched to wander the earthly realm to take on tasks appointed by the heavens to pay back debts and maintain his divinity. Aided by old friends and foes alike, and graced with the company of a mysterious young man with whom he feels an instant connection, Xie Lian must confront the horrors of his past in order to dispel the curse of his present.

I am on book 4! I'm reading about a chapter a day and live blogging the experience. you can follow along on the Bloopitynoot reads TGCF tag

NO SPOILERS PLS.

So far I am loving it!

3. how lovely the ruins by queen_gee (41,996)

Summary: When she screams, Jiang Yanli hopes she shakes the heavens. She hopes the gods tremble with the weight of her grief. She hopes her scream is loud enough to echo in the minds of these great men for years and years to come, haunted by the ghosts that will trail at her heels until the day she joins them in the afterlife.

When she screams, she hopes it rattles the mountains. She hopes the wind carries it to Qishan. She hopes Wen Ruohan shivers in the chill.

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Jiang Yanli becomes Sect Leader after the fall of Lotus Pier. She learns to live with it.

Oh I fucking LOVE a BAMF Jiang Yanli.

This is everything. I can't remember who rec'd this one to me but I think- it was @futuretimelord-468 (if it was not so sorry, but thank you to whoever rec'd this!)

This was very much a character study and the Yanli POV journey was exquisite. 10's across the board.

4. Love in Another Shape by celardor (WIP: read chapters 15-16 this week)

Summary: After the events of the Immortal Alliance Conference, Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge find themselves suddenly dependent on one another for survival. In order to return to their beloved Shen Qingqiu, they’ll have to face down innumerable monsters, Luo Binghe’s unstable demonic powers, and their own tangled feelings.

Meanwhile, all Shen Qingqiu wants is to be left alone. Unfortunately, even with the System in hibernation he can’t seem to escape the demands of the plot. He finds himself tasked with sorting out the aftermath of the Conference, investigating a missing person case, and taking a trip to visit Liu Qingge’s family. Through it all, the narrative continues to deviate further and further from the original story Shen Qingqiu had read, ultimately leading to a discovery that could shed light on the past and bring long-buried secrets to the surface.

Part 2 in the Love in Another Shape series

bingliushen!!!!!! Okay but honestly this series is so good. There is drama, angst, romances, liu qingge's two moms are a delight

okay I am pretty sure I have read chapter 15 already, but really it's been a month or two so it's been good to reorient myself to the story.

5 In The Valley by charlesdk (52,979)

Summary:

“And last but not least, this is our beloved community center.” Lan Wangji took his gaze off Wei Ying to look at the building. It looked quite weatherworn, dilapidated—a little worse for wear. It was not in complete ruins or falling apart quite yet, though it was closer to being so than any other building they had passed by. It was clearly well loved, well used, but time and the mountain conditions had worn it down, its foundation likely not built right. The building was in dire need of a touch up and perhaps a renovation... or three.

A Stardew Valley inspired AU, in which Lan Wangji inherits his mother’s old home, but it takes years for him to return to it—and he only does when he is forced to. Yet, despite the many years without care, it looks the same. Unchanged, as if someone has been taking care of it after all.

Featuring grief, family struggles while learning to be your mother’s son, and falling gently in love.

my heart at this entire fic. It was honestly so good

I always love a solid trans story and trans LZ with his family dynamic made me both sad but also proud of our little guy choosing himself

excellent story, fantastic writing, and so so so warm.

6 says the shadow by tciddaemina (51,009)

Summary: Luo Binghe wakes up to the heavy, suffocating feeling that something is wrong.

His back aches, sleeping on the floor of the woodshed has left him stiff and sore, and yet all the pain and agony of his latest caning fades into inconsequentiality, washed away in the face of the sheer, suffocating, heavy dread pressing down on his shoulders. It steals the oxygen from the air, swelling to fill every inch of the room, the pressure crushing.

His eyes open too quickly, and he scrambles up, heart pounding in his throat, head snapping towards the door of the shed. There's a knot in his throat, thick, and he struggles to swallow around it, throat suddenly dry.

The woodshed looks as it always has. Nothing has changed.

Everything has changed.

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Luo Binghe's shizun has a qi deviation and the thing left afterwards isn't Shen Qingqiu.

Okay so in this house we don't judge any reading. I 100% came here thinking it would be 50k of monsterfucking. Yes it does not disappoint, but it was only at the very end post abyss.

I was surprised how soft this fic was!!!! I cried real tears because of light angst. The author did an incredible job making me feel things.

Poor shen yuan transmigrating really poorly. It worked out in the end, but still what a struggle!

7 private room by ScarlettStorm (34,439)

summary: “What exactly did you want my feedback on?” Lan Zhan asks, bending one knee to cock a hip and putting an arch in his back. He laces his voice with just a hint of innuendo. Cobalt is never too excited about anything, so it wouldn’t do to seem too eager or too horny.

Gorgeous Newbie inhales, squaring his shoulders, and blurts, “Would you watch my stand-up routine and tell me if it needs anything?”

Lan Zhan blinks. The music is loud in here, like it is everywhere in the club. Surely he misheard. “What?”

“I have a stand-up routine,” Gorgeous Newbie repeats, more confidently this time. “I would really appreciate it if you could watch it and give me feedback.”

Or: What happens in the private room, stays in the private room... Until it doesn't.

THIS WAS SO GOOD.

I adore workplace au's and I especially LOVE when it is in the sex work or sex work adjacent industry. I am a sucker for Lan Zhan as a dancer- pole or otherwise and this fic had both!!!!

Wei Ying was so precious in this fic omg, 10/10 invited to the BBQ exquisite vibes and energy.

8 Helpless is the Heart by matsinko (37,783)

Summary: In the aftermath of book 3, Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu navigate the complexities of their relationship, learning to trust, heal, and build a future together.

This story is about the exploration of love, vulnerability, and what it means to truly belong to each other.

oh this was so soft. So much healing and discovery and care.

The trauma is real but so is the processing!

It was good- felt very character study-ish which I love.

the characters (SY/SQQ) felt a little bit ooc, but I didn't mind!

That's what I read this week!

I did read a few others but I decided against sharing them since they were a bit complicated. One of the fics stated it was complete but it just stopped part way through the plot, another seemed to be written by ai (or read like it), and another was messy plotwise so I bailed. I will never say a bad thing about a fic so I omitted those ones from the list!

As usual if you have any banger recs and feel like sharing I am always open and love getting them!! In addition if you want a personalized fic list I am offering lists for Wangxian (some other MDZS pairings) and bingqiu (and some other SVSSS pairings) -just send me a dm with your theme and criteria!

[icarustypicalfall]

Reminiscence

König x reader

masterlist

summary: How is it that a fleeting moment, a mere jiffy between reality and fantasy, can grasp our souls and leave us yearning or empathizing for the rest of our limited existence?

warnings: sfw, usual cod violence, wounds, guns, angst?, comfort, ending...?

word count: 2,3k

notes: my autocorrecter turned every könig with the usual o so if you see one pretend you didn't.. also this fic is so random and i have no clue what happened

“my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake”

Colonel König was a man who took pride in everything he did. He lived a long life, serving alongside his brother Horangi in both successful and challenging missions. Little was known about his past, as he guarded it as if it were a sin. However, deep down, one could sense that the colonel carried a burden, a mysterious weight from the past that only he could comprehend.

Once again, he awoke in his office, drenched in cold sweat with a single tear streaming down his face, evidence of the nightmare that had just haunted his brief slumber. He longed to forget, to erase the memories that had plagued him for years. But no matter how much time passed, moving on seemed an impossible task.

König vividly recalled the scene, replaying it countless times in his mind. There were moments when he secretly desired to descend into madness and never wake up, to relive the painful dream over and over until the colours of his memory faded.

His ultimate fear was not death itself, for he had already died when he left, but rather the possibility of forgetting the sound of your beloved voice or the sensation of tender flesh.

December 12 #### [03:24 am]

Location: [classified]

Operation: [classified]

The pain was unbearable, and he desperately wished for anything to end it, even if it meant shutting his shallow breath forever.

As a child, König dreamt of becoming a sniper. He couldn't explain why, but he yearned for that role deeply, idolizing the revered warriors portrayed in the movies he watched every Friday night.

But as he grew older, his dream transformed into a painful reality. He never anticipated that this simple wish would leave him isolated in the wilderness, with no one to share his throe.

At the age of twenty-two, freshly graduated from military training with the rank of private, König quickly ascended the ranks. His towering physique and exceptional abilities certainly played a part, but it was his unwavering discipline and outstanding performance that truly caught the attention of his superiors. He obediently followed every order, earning the respect of sergeants and majors alike.

Yet König did not mind this, for he harboured the aspiration of becoming a leader one day. Perhaps then, his childhood dream would manifest into reality.

He found himself in this particular location, alongside fellow soldiers, embarking on a mission to test their abilities. It was meant to be a swift operation, in and out, dealing with a drug trafficking affair. At least, that's what he believed.

But reality proved to be harsh, mercilessly slapping him across the face. The frontline was a treacherous arena; once you stepped onto it, there was no guarantee of stepping back.

Every soldier eventually came to realize this as they reloaded their guns, with each bullet either ending a life or starting one. It was a painful cycle, where lives were lost and shattered, yet there seemed to be no alternative for humanity to coexist other than beheading their enemies.

König groaned, searching for his comrades who awaited a sign amidst the unforgiving terrain. The house they were about to breach stood eerily silent, a stark contrast to the constant movement of the criminals they pursued. Suddenly, something rolled out from the darkness, making it impossible to discern its nature.

The silence was shattered by screams and cries of terror.

The gas bomb had served as a distraction. König crawled, feeling the burning air and painful lacerations surrounding him. Though he was away from the epicentre, the effects were still noticeable. Slowly, he eliminated the immediate threat and proceeded to infiltrate the house in search of any remaining criminals. It was a poor abode, with an old sofa in the living room and an assortment of cheap DVDs and guns. As he turned, he heard a movement behind him.

König shut his eyes, feeling the searing sensation spreading through his body. The stab wound wasn't deep, but it caused excruciating pain. He winced as he swiftly eliminated the assailant before collapsing to the ground, frantically searching for anything that could staunch the bleeding in his stomach.

"No, not a tourniquet," he thought, realizing the wound needed to be packed with something to stop the bleeding and alleviate the dizziness in his head. Slowly, he stumbled out of the house and into the surrounding woods, struggling to remember where his teammates were. The cowards had abandoned him, assuming he was dead.

Leaning against a tree, König regretted tearing his shirt, as the cold breeze and dampness of the forest began to affect his body temperature. Shivering, he fought to retain the little warmth he had left as he reached for his radio. How could his comrades, the ones he had done everything to keep safe, leave him behind as though he were nothing more than an insignificant pebble in the road?

His knees grew heavy, and he collapsed onto the ground. The radio slipped from his grasp, just a few steps away, yet reaching for it felt like an insurmountable task. With each passing second, König felt his strength wane, and he slowly began to follow the beckoning light. A gentle beam enveloped him as he caught sight of his mother's tender face. She smiled, extending her hand towards him, just like she used to do in the old days when she would walk him to kindergarten and affectionately call him her "Schnecke."

König closed his eyes, surrendering to the cold embrace under the solitary tree.

13th December #### [11:15 am]

"No, Lou, don't wake him up. Go out, you silly dog."

König opened his eyes, feeling disoriented. He couldn't remember where he was, so he rubbed his temples and attempted to sit up. Instantly, he regretted it, as a sharp pain shot through his side.

"Oh no no no, sit back down, you're still injured!"

König almost flinched at the sweet voice and turned to see you. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought he was in heaven.

You smiled at him, a sweet grin, while patting a dog who was wagging its tail happily. König stared at you, mouth agape and in shock. You were magnificent, if not more.

He hadn't expected anyone to be living here. The cabin itself was a sight to behold, with its wooden floors and walls reminiscent of his grandpa's old cabin. He smiled as he noticed the crackling fire, realizing that he wasn't sleeping on a dusty bed with torn blankets. Everything in this small place exuded comfort.

He struggled to sit up but winced in pain before murmuring with a low, husky voice, "A... are you an angel?"

You laughed dismissively, shaking your head with warmth and amusement. He wished he could stay by your side and make you laugh forever.

Taking a breath, you handed him a mug of warm tea. "No, I am not an angel, but you can call me that if you wish," you said, settling in a wooden chair beside him.

König held the cup tightly, taking a slow sip of the tea, just the way he liked it—burning with no sugar. He hummed with satisfaction, noticing that he was shirtless, with large bandages wrapped around his abs and stomach.

You quickly explained, your cheeks blushing slightly. "Lou found you when we were out at dawn. My dad and I brought you here, treated your wounds, and your clothes are drying over there..." You pointed to the fire, where he saw his combat boots and uniform drying.

König smiled, not knowing what to say. He simply stared at you, yearning for you to continue speaking. He would give you anything you desired, even carve his chest and offer you his heart if you wished.

He muttered, now feeling more at ease with you so close. "I am sorry, Engel, for the... burden."

You frowned, and he wished he could bury himself alive at the sight of your small, annoyed expression. "There's no need to apologise," you reassured him.

He appreciated your kindness and refrained from saying more. He leaned back, closing his eyes and enjoying the gentle sounds of the crackling fire and the rain pouring outside.

König was young and had never thought much about the future, but after seeing you, he vowed to move heaven and earth for your sake. He would willingly descend into the depths of hell with a grin if it meant seeing you smile.

König woke up later from his short nap, his stomach partially growling from the enticing aroma of soup cooking. He smiled apologetically, looking at your tired form as you approached him with a shy smile.

"I need to... um... change your bandages," you said, blushing slightly. He rejoiced at your adorable and sweet blush, sitting up and exposing his stomach for you to treat.

Your gentle touch on his skin made him shiver, trying his best to ignore your proximity and the alluring scent of your perfume as you tended to his wound, though it was almost impossible.

Finally, he looked away, wincing slightly as you accidentally scratched his wound. Your small apology and the comforting hand that cupped his knee were enough to make him feel lightheaded. You had already claimed his heart, it might as well be yours completely.

16th December #### [23:35]

In just three days, König had fallen head over heels with you. He believed that this fleeting enchantment was a reward for his heroic deeds. He had the pleasure of getting to know your father, basking in your delightful presence, and listening to the soothing melody of your voice as you read or sang to him.

As the days went by, König discovered some of your secrets —your deep passion for baking and your dream of opening a bakery. Your voice, sweet as honey, captivated him completely. Often, he found himself daydreaming as you enthusiastically shared your plans for the future. Secretly, he longed to be a part of that future, to spend countless nights gazing into your eyes, like a sky full of shimmering stars. He yearned to be by your side, to blend with you into a single entity and dive into the depths of an ocean where no one else could reach.

However, he knew that these moments were fleeting, for he had to leave. With a heavy heart and mournful eyes, he glanced around the cabin, wishing he could express his deep gratitude. He wanted nothing more than to whisk you away from this world, for you, a sweet and kind woman, deserved to be treated like a cherished princess from an old fairytale. His life was filled with terror, sins, and agony, while yours appeared to be nothing but pure bliss.

But he knew it wasn't right. You belonged here, and he was merely a simple disturbance in your perfect, sweet dream.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at you with a sad smile. Pulling you close, he breathed in the scent of your perfume, a blend of sweet vanilla and cinnamon, hoping to etch it into his memory forever. Reluctantly, he pulled away and gazed at you, his voice trembling as he spoke.

"Take care of yourself, Engel... I will come back."

Desiring a bond, something to remind you of him, he knew he couldn't be with you. At least, he wanted something of his to remain close to your heart. Before you could protest, he slipped a bracelet made of red beads onto your wrist, urging you to accept it despite your slight frown.

"It's a gift. Take care of it until I see you again."

Your lips quivered, realizing that this was the end, a potential tale cut short before it even began. There was nothing you could do to change it. Some things just weren't meant to be, and deep down, you already knew that. But Konig was no ordinary man you had met by chance. His eyes concealed a painful past, a gentle soul, and a heart overflowing with love. Finally, you mustered the words, accepting the gift.

"Thank you... I promise I'll take good care of it."

After that night, König never saw you again.

Months later, he returned, only to find the area abandoned, with no trace of his Engel. He lived in denial, refusing to face the reality. He knew you were somewhere in this world, and the mere thought of being close to you but not close enough tore him apart. He searched for you tirelessly, interrogating every individual who might have known of your whereabouts, but to no avail.

König was strong, enduring everything - the grueling training in freezing nights, bullets piercing his flesh, and the heart-wrenching loss of his precious comrades. Yet, losing you had left his heart in ruins. Only God knows how much he despised starting over, burying the past and pretending it never existed.

What have you done? Where have you hidden his heart? Will you give it back?

He sighed, his voice barely a whisper carried away by the cold breeze. Years later, he continued the ritual he had adopted after losing you. Every night, he would gaze at the old scars you had left behind, his fingers tracing the marked flesh, finding solace in reminiscing about your sweet gestures when you tended his wounds.

König snapped back to reality, feeling a reassuring pat on his shoulder from Horangi, his steadfast companion. The bond between them was stronger than that of brothers, providing unwavering support in the face of any adversity. They stepped outside together, deciding to stop at a café for some coffee while keeping an eye out for their next task.

As they approached the café, König's heart tightened at the sight of its name, "Engel." He pushed open the door, a weight of anticipation settling upon him. The familiar scent engulfed him as he made his way to the counter. A woman greeted him with a warm smile, whispering softly,

"Just a moment, and I'll be right with you!"

Her voice and smile, etched in his memory for a lifetime, made his mind wander. And then, he noticed the familiar red bracelet adorning her wrist. It couldn't be possible. He muttered, his voice barely audible, as if he was once again a wounded soldier in the woods, "Engel ?"

[arkanis-englishupdates]

SUMMARY OF ALL ARKANIS POVs

DAY 03 — 05/09/2024

The day starts normally, with players looking for more resources or building their houses and bases.

Matt, as soon as he logs in, receives a book out of nowhere titled "yes" with coordinates for a location followed by a phrase "We have fear". The coordinates lead to a building made of stone on top of a snowy mountain, with the music "Mistérios da Meia-Noite" playing slowed in loop. After dying once before being able to enter the building, Matt receives another book with the same name with the following written text:

"The night will only end when you enter into fear"

So, even though he was unarmed, Matt returned to the scene and managed to enter the stone cubicle. Inside there was a chest and the video of the music (on a black screen), and inside the chest contained 9 buckets full of blood, forming a type of letter "L". As soon as Matt opened the chest, the music stopped playing and the building doors began to open and close fast.

When Matt left the building to look around, several lightning bolts began to strike the building, making Matt go back inside the place again. The demon then tried to use the buckets to create another letter inside the chest, the letter "J", but as soon as he finished, Matt was teleported to the middle of the lake in front of the city hall.

Already on the island, players once again saw a type of small blue humanoid being with a cap, appearing to be some type of ghost, flying over the skies or observing them.

Matt and Coreano discover that there is a ghost haunting Coreano and Yayahz's house.

Already with Guaxinim, he discovers from Bira that the person wearing a mask with blue details is the owner of the factory, and that they rarely leaves the factory. After saying goodbye to Bira, he and Himaru went to the airport waystone and from there they used a boat to go to the dome island, managing to arrive at the location and explore the ship again.

Finding nothing important on the ship, the two went to explore the surroundings and came across the hole where one of the puzzles was, a large cave with a giant Mayor Jota mask carved into the walls, but unlike before, the sculptures had glowing red eyes. Near the entrance there was also a small house with a secret passage to a room with several levers, these levers corresponded to an answer to a question asked on wooden sign below. These were the questions:

"What color are the captains' benches?"

The answer was white.

"What was the last time the captains saw?"

The answer was 9:10.

"What was the flavor of the chef's cakes?"

The chosen answer was strawberry.

Guaxinim and Himaru didn't know what this did, so they left it alone.

Once inside the cave (to investigate the sculptures) Himaru and Guaxinim suddenly encounter the ship's Captain, who warns them to leave the dome island. The Captain also says that he is not in danger, and that he came here because he sensed their "stupid idea" from afar.

Himaru and Guaxinim also question him why he doesn't come to Valigma, and the Captain says he loves the people of that city, but he would never set a foot in that place ("A lot of people died, I don't feel good there"). The conversation ends with the Captain saying that he would return next week with pão de queijo for both of them and disappears suddenly.

Later it is also revealed by Secretary Alice that the city suddenly suffered a small earthquake, but that everyone is fine.

Before logging out, Guaxinim sets out to explore the Factory, managing to enter the place through a crack using an enderpearl. While exploring the room he was in, a voice suddenly appeared, asking Guaxinim why he was invading his Factory. The voice then tells Guaxinim to wait until next week with the other experts, which he agrees with, afraid of the voice. Guaxinim quickly leaves through the same crack he entered in desperation.

[Please tell us in the comments if we missed anything, knowing all the POVs is an almost impossible task.]

[fadeling]

helia week ✨ 03

day one | day two

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11. How did the Warden react to the truth of the werewolf curse?

I like to think that helia canonically went to the dalish clan first because she didn’t think it’d be wise to show their faces in wider civilization, but secretly mostly because she just really really really really really really really wanted to visit one. even with tempered and realistic expectations she just couldn’t help herself. she grew up with a fascination for them, after all. real ones know her tattoo lore

It was pretty cool, different than she thought it would be but a good kind of different for the most part. on first impression she couldn't shake the feeling that Zathrien was something of a con man, being that old for basically no reason is just kind of strange when no one else in the clan shares that.

the reveal makes a lot of sense. it's disappointing to know that even the dalish can have dumbass, violent leaders who prioritize a thirst for blood over the good of their kin - even if there were valid reasons for it to exist. he's alive far past his time though. thinks it's time for him to fertilize the land with his body and bring change instead of stagnation. she means this in a gentle, positive way

12. Did the Warden end Zathrien's curse?

yuh. she thought it was a beautiful thing to see :) she'd never really gotten to see spirits or demons or anything like this AT ALL before and it was reassuring in a way - i guess - to know that it doesn't always have to end in violent expulsions and truly fighting for your life against mist and fog. nature heals as it's always meant to. that's a fact she knows she needs to remember dearly during her time fighting against the blight. it keeps her open-minded to magic things too

13. How does the Warden feel about the Deep Roads?

Haunting. it was a bustling ancient civilization a millennia ago and now it’s a suffocating crypt for the damned and deserted. sometimes literally. It thrums with a power she doesn’t understand but her blood responds to it. every step she takes is somehow both a daring achievement and nothing special. it's musky, and dark, but there are many moments where she finds herself in awe of what came before here. There’s creatures she's never seen before. they're alien. this isnt even mentioning the darkspawn she's constantly sensing, and the fact these halls and caves turned into a playground for the remnants of ancient corrupted gods. this place isn't for her.

so... she wouldn't say she likes it... but it's not something to be overlooked, either. she has a sort of reverence or respect for it

14. What did the Warden think when they saw the Archdemon in the Dead Trenches?

So one of things that inspired a lot of helia's characters is the sentiment that sometimes you must do without hope. Ever since this journey began she'd always felt iffy on whether or not they actually stood a chance against the archdemon, but she's willing to take the gamble - she Has To in fact. In some ways she's kind of proud to be the one on the job, better her than some poor guy just trying to make ends meet on the streets, right? Saves them a bunch of grief. She's to take on that pain.

I would say that the moment she first gazed upon the archdemon is when her blood first ran cold and her stomach sinks at the thought of her task. For as unsure as she may have been, she discovers that she was, in fact, operating with hope in her heart and in that instant it's all swooped away. She feels it all, how truly hopeless it all is.

And yet she will do it anyway. Helia will steel herself for it. It being hopeless doesn't mean it shouldn't be done... but she will admit, it felt scary.

15. Who did the Warden choose as the new King of Orzammar and why?

Ugh this whole questline is such a pain in the ass for her. It's hard to make these decisions as if she knows best for a society she isn't a part of, and on top of that she has no love for nobility so she's not exactly inclined towards either. Helia would rather see the system torn down and settled that way, but that wasnt realistic nor plausible (nor her business) in her current situation so... the choice that was easier to make seemed to be bhelen. She didn't like either of them, but opening up trade and the casteless (whom she empathizes easily with) is easier to swallow than Harrowmont's drive for traditionalism

It's a lesser evil, she supposed. It still doesn't sit right with her and she really had to grit her teeth through this whole situation. I think she felt like she wasn't prioritizing the people's needs well enough just because she needed an army at the time.... but oh well... she's sure that the citizens will kill bhelen if they have to. As is their right

[puppetmaster13u]

One-Word Prompts

Mostly for DC, DCxDP, or DP, but can be used for any sort of fandom or original world as well. Go wild! (Each day has two prompts to choose from, feel free to skip or use something else if you don't like something!)

Day 01: Enigma | Silence

Day 02: Celebrate | Pet

Day 03: Gods | Ghosts

Day 04: Family | Alone

Day 05: Hope | Courage

Day 06: Wings | Nest

Day 07: Levitate | Melody

Day 08: Spectrum | Overwhelmed

Day 09: Fire | Gun

Day 10: Mystery | Birthday

Day 11: Ice | Heat

Day 12: Night | Day

Day 13: Hurt | Brick

Day 14: Picnic | Shadows

Day 15: Gargoyle | Rain

Day 16: Fangs | Claws

Day 17: Cat | Dog

Day 18: High | Beacon

Day 19: Free | Fault

Day 20: Formula | Smile

Day 21: Sand | Leaf

Day 22: Songbird | Glass

Day 23: Home | Friday

Day 24: Lurk | Charm

Day 25: Reflection | Teeth

Day 26: Witness | Haunt

Day 27: Scar | Rest

Day 28: Drive | Safe

Day 29: Picture | Shatter

Day 30: Wish | Forgive

Day 31: Risky | Invite

Day 32: Trust | Dance

Day 33: Focus | Kiss

Day 34: Neglect | Connection

Day 35: Solitude | Bone

Day 36: Cook | Crystal

Day 37: Stare | Clouds

Day 38: Luck | Wander

Day 39: Mimic | Visit

Day 40: Dig | Blade

Day 41: Radio | Friendly

Day 42: Letter | Glasses

Day 43: Slump | Snack

Day 44: Vault | Candy

Day 45: Wreck | Ancient

Day 46: Sweater | Tarot 

Day 47: Circus | Missing 

Day 48: Quarrel | Dance

Day 49: Hug | Cry

Day 50: Disaster | Fireflies

Day 51: Explosion | Injury

Day 52: Meeting | Stars

Day 53: Invisible | Drift

Day 54: Aura | Mind

Day 55: Worry | Guilt

Day 56: Train | Tranquill 

Day 57: Rescue | Enemy

Day 58: Breathless | Wave

Day 59: Glow | Explore

Day 60: Flashlight | Lightning

Day 61: Portal | Alarm

Day 62: Fantasy | Orbit

Day 63: Blue | Compromised 

Day 64: Grave | Stain

Day 65: Friend | Dreams

Day 66: Exhaustion | Loss

Day 67: Love | Present 

Day 68: Chaos | Glitter

Day 69: Rebel | Camp

Day 70: Empty | Beauty 

Day 71: Book | Doodle

Day 72: Solitude | Prophecy

Day 73: Lie | Treasure

Day 74: Lost | Cold

Day 75: Crime | Cut

Day 76: Sick | Haunt

Day 77: Task | Glory

Day 78: Chain | Machine 

Day 79: Shiver | Outlaw

Day 80: Hospital | Fragile

Day 81: Drink | Fight

Day 82: Stiff | Smoke

Day 83: Green | Blood

Day 84: Faith | Vision

Day 85: Whistle | Fog

Day 86: Hide | Window

Day 87: Breath | Crawl

Day 88: Trap | Armor

Day 89: Antidote | Splinter

Day 90: Race | Piano

Day 91: Border | Electrical 

Day 92: Savor | Phantom

Day 93: Evening | Spell

Day 94: Unknown | Chase

Day 95: Hold | Disconnect

Day 96: War | Fall

Day 97: Party | Blood

Day 98: Thrive | Goodbye

Day 99: Mask | Fear

Day 100: Youth | Journey

Bonus Prompts: Street | Angel | Aftermath | Coffee | Ribbon | Candle | Prepare | Snow | Desperate | Nightmare | School

[afra-blueraz]

// I wanna make my own Diabolik Lovers series with including a past and future for Yui and her parents with my own stories and headcanons. Check this list and share your opinions with me. I would love to hear your opinions so don't hesitate to share your ideas with me 😊.

This series will include 15 books.

Book number 01: name ( WIP ): An unknown person runs with baby Yui in the forest to save her from an unknown danger, when suddenly people attack him and Richter steals Yui from him and delivers her to the church. Yui grows up. Five-year-old Yui, along with her best friends Kina and Yumiko, sneak out of their dormitory in church at night to study about demons...

Book number 02: name ( WIP ): Yui meets Seiji after she turns ten years old, and Seiji shows great interest in Yui and promises her that one day he will adopt her as his child. But suddenly a beautiful lady takes Yui from the church and introduces her to Karlheinz. Karlheinz introduces his young sons to Yui, and ten-year-old Yui becomes good friends with them and they play together, etc. But suddenly, one day, Yui is returned to the church for unknown reasons, and all her memories with Karlheinz's sons are erased. Seiji accepts her as his child.

Book number 03: Haunted Dark Bridal ( rewrite with my own headcanons ): Now Yui is a seventeen-year-old girl and she goes back to the Sakamaki mansion on the orders of the church, but she doesn't remember them, nor do they remember Yui. The smell of Yui's blood is familiar to them and they torture Yui, but whenever Yui cries, something hurts their hearts and...

Book number 04: More Blood: ( rewrite with my own headcanons ): Yui meets the Mukami brothers but again they don't remember Yui and...

Book number 05: Dark fate: ( rewrite with my own headcanons ): Yui meets Tsukinami brothers and ....

Book number 06: Lost Eden: ( rewrite with my own headcanons ): Yui meets Kino and ...

Book number 07: name ( WIP ): Now all the brothers have become a little kinder to Yui and they all know in their hearts that they love her. But something is not right. And that is that they have met Yui before and Yui's smile makes them feel relaxed but none of them can remember why. Yui is dying due to her weakened heart and all the boys are trying to save her until they have to turn her into a vampire to save her.

Book number 08: name ( WIP ): Now Yui is a vampire and she is not very happy about it because she doesn't want to hurt people and ...

Book number 09: name ( WIP ): The past of a German prince who was turned into a vampire by Karlheinz for his plans, and now he has five sons, and his sons want to kill Yui because he thinks that Yui is Karlheinz's daughter. Yui meets them and...

Book number 10: name ( WIP ): Yumiko, who is one of Yui's old friends, goes to the five brothers as a sacrificial bride. She who understands the truth tries to find Yui and save her. Yui finally meets her friend after 7 years and...

Book number 11: name ( WIP ): A person named Clarence steals Yui to show her, her bitter past and see her parents. Yui, who is the heir to the great throne and has the task of saving the demons from the kingdom and the tyrannical rule of Karlheinz, now knows the truth and...

Book number 12: name ( WIP ): Someone from Karlheinz steals Yui and tortures her and tries to kill Yui and....

Book number 13: name ( WIP ) Yui finally meet her family and her older sister who is completely opposite of Yui will try to be close to her and .....

Book number 14: name ( WIP ): Yui and her sister try to find their mother...

Book number 15: name ( WIP ): After finding many allies, Karlheinz is defeated and Yui becomes the queen of demons and the boys become her husbands. She is now the ruler of the demons to bring them back a reign full of peace.

[horrorphase]

file: wymack, francis.

01, basic statistics.

name:    francis joseph godefroy-wymack.     aliases:    france. date  of  birth:    october 28th   1994.     age:    thirty.     gender: cis  man. pronouns: he/him.     sexual orientation:    bisexual romantic orientation: biromantic.     place of birth:    new york city, new york.     astrology: scorpio sun, aries moon, aquarius rising. father:    edward wymack,   german oil baron and ceo of a multinational oil and gas conglomerate.     mother:    manon godefroy,  a museum curator that comes from old money fortune of michigan industrialists.     siblings: none. education:    BA  in economics, MSc in business administration from harvard university.     occupation:    company shareholder, angel investor, other several titles that he can say instead of saying unemployed ( not that he needs to be ). 

02, parentage.

it's a tale as old as capitalism⸻ a  union  of  affluence  orchestrated  to  cement  power  and  preserve  influence.  edward  wymack,  a  german  oil  baron  with  a  sharp  eye  for  profit,  and  manon  godefroy, an  artist  and  heiress  to  an  enduring  old money  michigan  fortune,  entered  into  a  partnership  as  calculated  as  any  business  deal.  love  was  never  written  into  the  terms  of  their  arrangement :   a  transaction  sealed  in  the  currency  of  opportunity.  and  just  as  their  marriage  served  a  practical  end,  so  too  did  the  creation  of  an  heir—   a  necessary  extension  of  their  empires,  more  legacy  than  child.

03, childhood.

as  a  child,  francis  suffered from  selective  mutism,  a  voice  silenced  not  by  choice  but  by  an overwhelming fear of connecting with others, especially with the  absence  of  a  steady  hand  to  guide  him.  manon  and  edward  were  always so perpetually  consumed— by  their  enterprises,  their  indulgences— leaving  their  son  adrift  in  a  world  of  revolving  caretakers.  and even then, the  nannies  and  tutors  tasked  with  his  upbringing  seemed  less  concerned  with  understanding  the  boy  and  more  preoccupied  with  sculpting  him  into  a  reflection  of  his  parents'  ambitions : a child molded to meet expectations rather than loved for simply being. but  then, there  were  the  summers with his maternal grandparents.  in  the  small, sleepy little  town  of  red  creek,   francis  found  something  unexpected :  other  children,   unguarded  and  genuine. slowly,  hesitantly,  he  began  to  emerge  from  his  shell,  their  warmth  coaxing  him  into  afternoons playing by deer lake and listening to them tell scary stories about the hag that lived in a haunted house on norwood street.  and with  each  passing  summer,   the  quiet  boy  learned  to  navigate  the  world  with  a  touch  more  ease,  finding  joy  in  the  tentative  connections  he  made.  such  a  shy,  delicate  thing  he  had  been  then,  and  yet  he  cherished  those  friendships— simple,  fleeting,  and  profoundly  his. ( wc : childhood summer friends ! )

04, adolescence ( heavy substance abuse tw from this point forward ).

but just like  any  neglected  child,  francis harbored  an  insatiable  yearning  for  his  parents'  attention.  and when  they  sent  him  to  a  boarding  school  nestled  in  snowy  icy  grandeur  of  the  swiss  alps,   he  thought,  perhaps,  his  academic  achievements  might  finally  win  him  their  notice.  but  even  the  weight  of  accolades  wasn't  enough  to  draw  a  pat  on  the  back,  and  so,  francis  had to rethink  his  strategy. he  still spoke  so sparingly at this point,   his  silence  often  misread  as  arrogance,   and  yet  he  found  himself  absorbed  into  a  circle  of  unruly,  disaffected  teenagers.  but they  were  really all  just variations  of  the  same  script:  wealthy  children  exiled  from  home,  flailing  for  scraps  of  recognition  from  parents  who  seemed  to  prefer  paying  others  to  care  for  them.   together,  they  were  thick  as  thieves, bound  by  rebellion.  they  cheated,  destroyed  property,   drank,   used  drugs— sins  of  privilege  wiped  clean  by  parents  whose  bottomless  pockets  doubled  as  erasers.  and for  a  moment,  it  worked.  for  a  moment,  their  parents  finally noticed.  but  as  time  passed,  their  recklessness  became  less  about  grasping  for  attention  and  more  about  the  thrill  of  simply  doing  what  they  weren't  supposed  to. and francis had finally truly began to bloom. the years  blurred from that moment on,  hazy  with  substances. drunk  or  high,  or  laser-focused  on  stimulants,  francis  began  to  speak  more,  his  words  sharp,  candid,   and  often  disinterested.  he  cared  little  for  the  banality  of  surface-level  friendships,  preferring  relationships  born  of  obsession— something  consuming  and  intense,  or  nothing  at  all. and his  circle  remained  tight,  intentionally  so ;  francis  was  always too  keenly  aware  of  his  own  flaws,  making it difficult to trust that people didn't only like him for his fortune. but it wasn't until sixteen that his descent hit an unthinkable low.  while  on  a  trip  to  eastern  europe  with  friends,  francis  was  [ this information has been redacted from file ]. witnesses  and  friends  were  paid  off  with  large sums and NDAs,  silenced  as  if  it  had  never  happened.  and his  own father,  cold  and  calculating,  forced  him  to  sign  an  affidavit  recanting  the  ██████████  entirely,  a  precaution  to  shield  the  wymacks'  empire  from  the  consequences  of  its  own  corruption. unable  to  speak  of  what happened,  francis  spiraled  further.  more  drugs.  more  alcohol.  more  hollow and meaningless  encounters.  the  once-bright  star  of  the  classroom  dimmed,  his  brilliance  dulled  by  the  weight  of  secrets  and  coping  mechanisms  that  offered  no  real relief.  by  the  time  he  reached  graduation,  his  record  was  salvaged  only  by  the  wymacks'  wallet— a  donation  substantial  enough  to  fund  a  new  building  at  the  school,  burying  the  truth  beneath  brick  and  mortar.

05, crawling towards the present, we're so close to the end of this greek tragedy.

after  boarding  school,   francis' parents asked him to take  a  gap  year  under  the  guise  of  getting  his  life  together,  though  it  felt  more  like  a  sentence  than  salvation.  he  was  put  to  work  in  his  father's  new  york  office,  his  days  regimented  into  a  meticulous  schedule,  every  movement  monitored  to  curb  his  self-destructive  tendencies.  the  routine  was  stifling,  a  cage  draped  in  the  illusion  of  care.  and  yet,  rather  than  the  relief  of  finally  being  seen, of finally have his parents show they cared,   francis  found  only  bitterness in it now : resentment  that  it  had  taken  him  unraveling  completely  to  even  graze  the  edges  of  their  attention. a  year  later,  he  escaped  to  harvard,  reveling  in  the  distance  from  his  parents'  prying  eyes.  the  freedom  tasted  intoxicating,   and  he  indulged  in  it  fully.  sex,   drugs,  and  alcohol  reclaimed  their  hold  over  his  life. wealth  surely was  his  unshakable  safety  net,  he  bought  his  way  through  academia— test  answers,  scholarship  students  completing  his  assignments,   affording him chance after chance after chance after every fuck up.  and when  money  wasn't  enough,  he  turned  to  other  means :   slipping  into  the  beds  of  TAs  and  professors  when  it  suited  his  needs.  it  was  a  life  of  excess,  a  performance  of  survival  held  together  by  threads  of  privilege. but even  after  the  degree,  after  business  trips  and  the master's,  the  habits  still remained.  in  and  out  and in and out of  rehab  he  went,  sobriety  eluding  him  like  a  cruel  joke.  then,  a  few  years  ago,  during  one  of  his  visits  to  michigan,   everything  came  to  a  head.  francis was involved in a ███ ████████, leading to a [ this information is court-suppressed. contact your local judge for more information. ].  the wymacks were able to stop his arrest from becoming public,  though  not  even  their  influence  could  erase  the  court's  mandate :  ███ ██████ ██ █████. since  then, guilt  had  taken  root in his veins,  gnawing  at  him every time he held a bottle.  he  tried  harder,  pushing  himself  toward  sobriety  with  trembling  hands.  but  the  effort  always  crumbled,  the  failures  mounting  as  he  cycled  through  the  same  familiar  patterns :  clean  for  a  week,  a  month,  then  back  to  the  beginning.  always  back  to  the  beginning.

06, back in red creek.

fresh off yet another stint in some luxury wellness retreat, rehab for the stupidly rich a few towns away, francis heard of alaina price's death. he didn't know her at all and yet, her death beckoned him, like someone couldn't take their eyes away from a fiery car crash. maybe, he has a death wish : willingly living here where he could be the next body gutted and bled out. or maybe this is something more desperate. just a man trying to claw his way back into the sensation of being alive, even if it meant facing a serial killer.

07, wanted connections.

messy, messy, messy. give me mess. people for him to ruin. people to ruin him further. those childhood friends, appalled of who he has become. those childhood friends, just as impulsive as he is. he barely knows anyone here, so he's malleable !!! use him for your whims !!! fight him, kiss him, he loves to feel anything at all. ( if you're the boogeyman, hit him up. ur the only thing making him feel alive < 3 )

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Reflections of War

Reflections of War https://ift.tt/lMmTWtf by ani_meg_us Years after the Second Wizarding War, Hermione Granger is trying to move forward, but scars run deep, and trauma lingers in unexpected ways. Numbing herself with late nights, drinks, and a complicated relationship with Dean Thomas, Hermione can’t shake the memories that haunt her. But when she’s assigned to work alongside former adversary Draco Malfoy to track dark artifacts, the task becomes more unsettling than she’d ever anticipated. Their mission leads them to a cursed mirror—an artifact capable of manipulating minds and twisting memories. The deeper they delve, the more Hermione realizes she’s in over her head, facing fears that run darker and deeper than she expected. Meanwhile, former Death Eaters are hunting the same mirror, hell-bent on revenge against those who abandoned Voldemort’s cause. Soon, Hermione and Draco find themselves hunted, battling their pasts while racing to outwit the dark forces closing in. As secrets unravel, Hermione must confront her own darkness and choose whether to trust unlikely allies by her side. Will she survive the shadows cast by the mirror, or will the secrets it reveals shatter everything she thought she knew? Words: 2123, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Millicent Bulstrode, Luna Lovegood, Narcissa Black Malfoy Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/03mM29A November 05, 2024 at 03:40PM

[artmolonara]

Hi! I just started reading all your "Where's Waldo" stories and I loved them so much! And I wanted to ask... do you accept ideas? For example, I've been haunted by one idea for a long time, and I don't know how to describe it.

In short: The detective senses when Waldo and his clones are nearby. Like in games with a task related to a certain goal (where there is a mark above the character so as not to accidentally lose the goal). Sure, the detective is smart and all that, but maybe this feeling appears when he senses danger? I don't know how to describe it...

Oh, kinda like the Ghost Sense from Danny Phantom or Spidey Sense from Spiderman? Maybe even a red string of fate? Or the radio from Silent Hill. Yeah, I get ya! :03

[geekyglimpses-nest]

1. Agent of Battle, The Hunting Secrets Instalment List (On going)

Started: 03/04/2024

Last Updated: 03/12/2024

Warnings: +18, slow burn, graphic language, humor, sexual content, physical trauma, blood (gore), bodies/corpses, death, drug use, guns, murder (atempted), PTSD, violence.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x oc character

Long synopsis: Delaney Kingsley, an astrophysicist working on a secret project for S.H.I.E.L.D., finds herself thrust into a world of espionage and danger when the organization is infiltrated by H.Y.D.R.A., a nefarious Nazi group intent on world domination. Identified as a target by H.Y.D.R.A., Delaney narrowly escapes a near-fatal encounter against their deadliest assassin, the Winter Soldier.

Haunted by her traumatic experience and branded a traitor, Delaney's life spirals into chaos as she battles legal accusations and grapples with her shattered trust in the world around her. Seeking solace, she retreats to the quiet town of Enumclaw, Washington, where she forms new connections and begins to rebuild her shattered life.

However, when the Blip plunges the world into chaos, Delaney's newfound peace is shattered once more. Devastated by loss, she dedicates herself to the monumental task of restoring what was lost. But as she delves deeper into her work, she is drawn back into the world of Captain Wilson's new team, and she's reunited with the enigmatic Bucky Barnes, now free from H.Y.D.R.A.'s control.

As they navigate a world threatened by resurgent evil, Delaney and Bucky find themselves drawn together by shared trauma and a common enemy. But as their partnership deepens, Delaney uncovers shocking truths about her past and her connection to H.Y.D.R.A.'s insidious plans to emerge from the ashes.

With danger lurking at every turn, Delaney and Bucky embark on a perilous journey to confront their demons and prevent H.Y.D.R.A. from unleashing its dark agenda upon the world once more. Along the way, they forge a bond that transcends their shared pain, leading them to confront not only their enemies but also the secrets buried within themselves.

Delaney's visions of the future grow stronger, hinting at a destiny she is only beginning to understand. With Bucky by her side, she embarks on a quest for truth that will test their courage, their loyalty, and the strength of their burgeoning connection.

In a world teetering on the brink of chaos, Delaney Kingsley and Bucky Barnes stand as beacons of hope, ready to confront the darkness that threatens to consume them all. But as they confront their pasts and confront their demons, they will discover that the true power lies not in their abilities, but in the strength of their hearts.

CHAPTERS:

My cast for ABTHS

Prologue

The Treason of the Innocent

I'm The One On Trial, Sir

No Avengers, No Chaos

This Might Be The Beginning

Can´t Help Falling In Love

She's (Not) The One

In the Wake of Silence

Treading the Edge

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New Fiction Podcasts - 9th June

Anime Audio Drama Link Pad Beasts Audio Book Rook is a young adult who was sent on a simple errand. He was tasked with returning a high tech device known as a Link Pad, or LP for short, to one of his former mentors named Dr. Ape. As he sets out to accomplish this simple task, he is brought into an alien planet where he meets his mentor. He is then given a new task, a new quest, to help his mentor and his colleagues fend off against a group known as Out Dates. His biggest mission in all of this, is trying to find a way for all of them to return back home to earth. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240514-07 RSS: https://feeds.megaphone.fm/IMP4316024170

Crow Tales Audio Drama Crow Tales are dark audio dramas created by writers Carolyn Allum, Clare Burman and Amy Mallett. Carolyn and Clare bring lived experience of sight loss to their writing practice. Stories draw from the haunted heritage of Suffolk, in the UK. Our podcast explores topics such as the supernatural, violence and death, all with a dark sense of humour. We use immersive audio approaches and recommend that you listen with headphones for full effect. If you dare. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240514-08 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2364595.rss

Alma dans la Sphère Audio Book Alma dans la Sphère, roman SF, un chapitre tous les mercredis. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240514-09 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/efdbe15c/podcast/rss

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Rise of Drekis Chapter 4: Humanity Audio RPG Rise of Drekis will feature discrete chapters telling the story of what happens after the events of The War for Arcadia. We know Drekis becomes a power house, but that's just the big picture. What is happening on the level of individuals? Is this a great benevolence that spreads? Is it a brutal regime? https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240512-03 RSS: https://media.rss.com/rod-4/feed.xml

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Dark Web: Sexplay E1 Audio Drama A troubled teen turns to internet teen pornography as retaliation towards her mother and status appeal with her peers; however, she becomes enticed by the money to keep up with her image and satisfy her shopping craving. She thinks she is helping her classmates avoid image bullying by convincing them that The Los Gatos site is harmless and the money is rewarding; however, they discover sexplay is deadly, as one friend is kidnapped and the other is murdered. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240518-01 RSS: https://media.rss.com/westmediaentertainment-darkweb/feed.xml

L'Etreinte de la Nuit - Vampire La Mascarade Audio RPG Une campagne JDR produite par Arkhane Asylum Publishing autour du Jeu de rôle "Vampire La Mascarade". https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240523-07 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2364491.rss

Story Globe Audio Book Take a trip around the globe one tale at a time. Listen to traditional children’s stories from around the world, in English and the languages where the stories were first told. Come to Vietnam to meet the coconut kid, sail to Ethiopia to hear about the wedding of the cats and the rats. Head then to the Punjab and meet the little rascal who grows up to be a hero. Or travel to China and hear the tale of the magical paintbrush, before flying away to Greece to hang with the kids who became stars. Tales of magic, adventure, courage, love, trickery, and laughter for children and their parents. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240229-08 RSS: https://feeds.sbs.com.au/story-globe

Bitcherton Audio RPG An improvised comedy podcast satirizing the world of Jane Austen that tells the tale of a wealthy family's scandals and shenanigans. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240530-01 RSS: https://feeds.redcircle.com/486f19ee-4001-41bb-a3cf-8bcbcaa10bac

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Dummies With Dice Audio RPG Dummies with dice is an actual play podcast where four not so average people are transported to the world of dungeons and dragons. Will they make it back to their own universe or be lost in a dangerous world forever... Use of violence, profanity, inappropriate situations, and the portrayal of drug and alcohol use, viewer discretion is advised. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240530-02 RSS: https://media.rss.com/dummies-with-dice/feed.xml

Shadows and Shenanigans Audio RPG A system agnostic actual play, run by a group of friends with a love for all things TTRPG, telling stories of every shade, and everything that comes with it Soldier, Doctor, Medium, Magician. Mystery lurks around every corner for the investigative team of the Circle of Mind and Material. As magick courses under and through the streets of the turn of the century city of Newfaire, the circle seeks to keep people safe, and uncover a mystery that may very well tear the world as they know it apart. Mind and Material is Shadow and Shenanigan's debut series, using the Candela Obscura game system. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240601-01 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/shadows-and-shenanigans

The Price of Honour Audio Drama Spring has sprung in Gesiya, and what better time to find a match? The city of Zhimhe is alive and bustling with those hoping to find love. Of course, when surrounded by beauty, one must be careful to not fall into the trap of ignoring what’s beneath. As schemes worm their way through the city, in the skies, the brave men of the airships face battles from within. Welcome to the Price of Honour. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240601-02 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/the-price-of-honour

Urban Omens Audio RPG A Black-led Actual Play network dedicated to telling intentional & engaging modern stories. Episodes release on Tuesdays https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240528-02 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/e5c6eeb4/podcast/rss

Where The Trail Ends Audio Drama Months after finding out a friend had disappeared and was presumed dead, the host of the Where The Trail Ends podcast discovered an unplayed voicemail from them. It led to the discovery of recordings that appear to contain evidence of UFO encounters the friend had begun having on hikes. Since then the host has been on a mission to discover the truth about his missing friend and an explanation for the startling evidence that was left behind. And he needs your help... This unprecedented true UFO crime podcast features our once-skeptical host going down the rabbit-hole of UFO's looking for answers in a mystery that may change humanity's understanding of this phenomenon. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240507-06 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/1818933.rss

Whispers From the Void Audio Drama Whispers from the Void is an immersive audio drama that plunges listeners into a world where the boundaries between reality and the supernatural are blurred. Follow the gripping tale of Richard Harrison and Jason Vasquez as they unravel the dark secrets hidden within their city, confronting eldritch horrors and ancient cults that threaten their sanity and existence. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240529-01 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/66584ddb068f690012903a5c

Fictional Men Written By Women Audio Drama From Dipsea, Fictional Men Written By Women is the spiciest fiction podcast on the internet. Each season features a new storyline with swoon-worthy characters, your favorite romantic tropes, and plenty of spice to keep you hooked. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231213-01 RSS: https://feeds.captivate.fm/dipsea-fictional-men-written-by-women/

Fool's Gambit Podcast Audio RPG Fool's Gambit is a narrative-centric roleplaying game podcast using the Dungeons and Dragons (5e) ruleset where the rule of cool reigns superior. Host and Dungeon Master, Taun Sterling, takes the "main character" through episodic, mini-serial adventures where they're joined by a variable smorgasbord of guests and NPCs. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240528-03 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/fools-gambit-podcast

Under A Blood Red Moon: A Werewolf the Apocalypse RPG Actual Play Audio RPG Three weeks ago, the war for Chicago began. It started with a lie - a false flag attack by the Black Spiral Dancers to incite the local vampires against the werewolves. The Dancers had vampire allies of their own, who attacked the werewolves' sacred site of the Fanum, and released the Celestine, Jupiter, from within. Now both sides are preparing for war, unaware that the dead and the burned were all a ruse, not that vampires and werewolves need an excuse most of the time. One pack of five garou are thrust into this war, aimed at the enemy with promises of glory ringing in their ears. But war is a crucible, and these five werewolves will be burned, reduced, and remade in the questions of what is worth dying for and what is worth killing for. All under a Blood Red Moon. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240527-01 RSS: https://feeds.castos.com/zk1qv

The Serpent Under My Skin Audio Drama The Serpent Under My Skin is an exploration into an allegorical retelling of what it is like to be raised trans and conservative alt right. If you like the major motion picture The Green Knight and Arthurian legend, this might be for you. It's a hair-raising tale with small, quiet moments of gender exploration and theological discussion. The themes are religious trauma and heartbreak, the complicated relationships with our parents, and who gets to decide who lives and dies and what that means. A central theme runs through the story of brainwashing children to do our bidding instead of viewing them as complete and whole human beings. If you like stories of gender awakening, striking back against the people that have harmed you, pain and suffering and the catharsis that comes from becoming a more complete human being, even if it means leaving behind everyone and everything you've ever known, this story may be the one for you.It centers on Paladin, a lone child plucked from our world and raised in another to become a murderer of drifters, people that travel from other worlds. It follows their loss of faith and subsequent mental breakdown in a tender, raw performance that dips into both feminine and trans rage. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240531-01 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/the-serpent-under-my-skin

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Session Has Begun Audio Book Erotic, suspenseful, horror stories told by anonymous authors through truly creative audio art. All characters and scenarios are fictional except those parts that are true. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240601-03 RSS: https://media.rss.com/sessionhasbegun/feed.xml

The Revolting Ants Audio Book It’s the year 3050 and Humans have been frozen in Anticoagulation Network of Tubes (A.N.T.) Cryogenic Pods for 50 years. Saturn had suddenly detached from orbit and slammed into Earth at supersonic speed. It pushed Earth so far from the Sun that -20 cold temperatures made it impossible to sustain human life. Exactly 1 Billion of the 8 Billion on Earth were saved and successfully frozen. Unfortunately the owner of ANT Cryogenics was a diabolical ego maniac and programmed his 250 Million Pods to turn Humans into Ants. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240528-04 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/f6e5c10c/podcast/rss

I Faked Love With A Sorceress Audio Drama After being sent to a new world by the God of Rebirth, Rui's newly written backstory has him cheat on his girlfriend, Lolanthe. Being infuriated by his actions, she uses her magic to turn him into a girl. He sets off with his newfound physique, and makes connections as he attempts to overcome his emotions, and stop the sorceress from taking her broken heart out on the kingdoms. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240531-03 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/ed6cb48c/podcast/rss

Uneasy Listening Audio Drama Author of the Uneasy Listening podcast series. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231215-10 RSS: https://feeds.soundcloud.com/users/soundcloud:users:1324892025/sounds.rss

Bar Santropè Audio Drama Un radiodramma in lingua sarda ambientato nel bar di un quartiere popolare della città di Cagliari: Barsantropè. Il luogo di ritrovo per eccellenza, dove trascorrere il tempo raccontando storie e aneddoti che fanno parte della cronaca e della tradizione popolare della città. Ma dove sono? A Saint Tropez. È il posto dove un tempo scendevo per incontrare gli amici. C’è un bar ed è sempre là. Il Bar Santropè. Noi pronunciavamo quel nome tutto attaccato: Barsantropè. Il nome Saint Tropez evoca posti lontani. Le spiagge della Costa Azzurra, il mare blu, Cannes, le pivelle come Brigitte Bardot, i playboy. Molto più modestamente il bar è a Is Mirrionis, a Cagliari. Ma perché Saint Tropez? C’è una leggenda… https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240601-04 RSS: https://www.spreaker.com/show/6167013/episodes/feed

Self-Rising Flower Audio Drama Erika’s life is stuck – but when her brilliant 12-year-old daughter recognizes her bakery gifts, they risk everything to build a dessert empire. "Self-Rising Flower" charts ten years of entrepreneurial struggles, strained family bonds, and persevering against the odds through their innovative rise. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240603-01 RSS: https://feeds.redcircle.com/4cb18d05-14e1-493c-9220-ebcff1e8ecd8

HAUNTROPY Audio Book They've made a device that detects the kind of sounds we're not meant to hear... Scotland, 1933. Dr Marian Tarknassus has gone missing. Clues of her involvement with alien visitants have begun to surface, but deciphering them remains a mystery. Meanwhile, a group of rogue scholars and enthusiasts, led by Dr Mungo Macrae, have developed new technologies that allow them to detect the sonic activities of paranormal phenomena on the outer edges of the known world. Government agents are snooping. Reports of hauntings, cryptids and unusual sightings are on the increase. Rival factions are seeking to interfere. Dangers are mounting up for the group... Eavesdrop on the Sounds of the Strange. These are the secret radio broadcasts of the Committee of Enigmas, captured and committed to a hidden archive of untold legacies of unexplained phenomena, gathered and exchanged over generations of clandestine research by a trans-global network of expert investigators. Join us as we elicit the sonic discoveries of strange and paranormal events - available to those who dare to listen. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240603-02 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/1881554.rss

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Judex Judicum Infantem

Judex, Judicum, Infantem https://archiveofourown.org/works/64154326 by feelmyskinonyourskin The positive pregnancy test sitting on your bathroom counter was the least of your worries, considering you had to tell both the men you'd been regularly sleeping with the news and figure out which was the father. A task that would be difficult for anyone, but especially difficult for you since the potential fathers of your child were Matt Murdock and Frank Castle. When the three of you come together to coparent, their complex relationship with each other and the lingering weight of their haunted pasts makes pregnancy and parenthood difficult for all, not to mention the lingering feelings each harbors for you and how they'll compete to win your love. Words: 2162, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Daredevil (TV), The Punisher (TV 2017) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Multi, Other Characters: Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Karen Page Relationships: Frank Castle/Reader, Matt Murdock/Reader, Frank Castle/Matt Murdock/Reader, Frank Castle/Matt Murdock Additional Tags: Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unplanned Pregnancy, Vaginal Sex via AO3 works tagged 'Frank Castle/Matt Murdock' https://archiveofourown.org March 25, 2025 at 03:48PM