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new year’s day

Luke Castellan x aphrodite!reader

m.list

warnings: angst </3

There's glitter on the floor after the party,

He’s giving her that smile.

The one reserved for you.

The one you adored so, so much.

Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby

Luke took her hand in his larger one, leading her back to her cabin.

He laughed at something she said.

You directly your attention back to cleaning up the Aphrodite cabin after a party, alone.

Luke used to do it with you.

Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor You and me from the night before, but

While you were cleaning you own bed, you found a polaroid picture of you and Luke from a year ago, probably.

You were wearing a pink, feathered cowboy hat, you were leaning into the camera, a bright smile on your face.

Luke’s hands were on your waist, he had a pink fur boa around him to match your hat.

You would give anything to have him hold you just one more time.

Don't read the last page But I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared, and you're turning away

Of course he would like an Athena girl.

They’re smart, they can fight, and they’re pretty.

Sure, she doesn’t have that radiant glow around her like you did, but she was still pretty.

She had h/c hair, like you did.

She also had e/c eyes.

But her’s… looked so much better than yours. It glowed.

She looked better, she could fight better, she was actually smart.

Your siblings reassured you, insisting that you were a daughter of Aphrodite, there was no way she was prettier than you.

But that wasn’t the way you saw it.

And in your eyes, that wasn’t the way Luke saw it either.

I want your midnights But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

You were teaching your usual archery lessons, when you spot Luke and his new girlfriend in a sparring match.

He looks happy.

Only, a different kind of happy.

Sure, you were good with a dagger, but not sword fighting. You were never good at sword fighting, you were only good at archery.

Maybe Luke wanted something who appreciated the things he liked to do.

You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi I can tell that it's gonna be a long road

"It's not you, it never was, its just that I feel like we don’t get each other anymore." Luke said.

"Yeah, I get it." you looked down to hide your unshed tears.

"Thanks for... everything," you gave him a forced smile.

“You were great. You were a great experience,” Luke said, as if to comfort you.

‘You were everything!’ you wanted to scream at him.

But you just smiled and walked away.

I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe Or if you strike out and you're crawling home

You watched as Luke celebrated his capture the flag victory with his new girlfriend.

You weren’t jealous,

you just felt replaced.

How could he replace you so easily when you felt like your heart would be empty for years?

Did you really mean that little to him?

You couldn’t bear watching them anymore.

Don't read the last page But I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes

A total of 17 guys sent you flowers.

If you were a logical person, you would have at least hooked up with them, but little old you decided that you should wait for Luke.

So, you rejected every single guy that came up to you.

All your siblings are just straight up worried about you now, they knew how important Luke was to you, but not to this degree.

You still cry yourself to sleep every night,

they find you in the middle of the night going through a photo book of you and Luke.

I want your midnights But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

Hold on to the memories They will hold on to you

You still wear the matching bracelet he gave you for your second anniversary.

He’s wearing a new one with his girlfriend.

You see them connecting their magnetic heart charm on their bracelet at campfires, while you’re here playing with yours that no longer had a match.

Hold on to the memories They will hold on to you

You still have his favourite hoodie under your bed.

You still have his favourite shirt under your bed.

You still have one of his camp t-shirts on your bed.

He caught you wearing his hoodie on you way to the bathroom in the middle of the night when you bumped into him.

He never questioned you or asked for it back.

Hold on to the memories They will hold on to you

You still have everything he gave you.

And I will hold on to you.

Everything reminds you of him.

That one bench where the two of you used to hang out on everyday,

ever your own bed, where he used to sneak in to talk to you at night.

Please don't ever become a stranger Whose laugh I could recognise anywhere

You hate it when she makes him laugh.

You hate it when you hear that damn laugh.

You hate it because it didn’t happen because of you.

Please don't ever become a stranger Whose laugh I could recognise anywhere

You hate him because he’s not yours.

-

There's glitter on the floor after the party Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby

It’s been a couple of months.

You still wear his hoodie to sleep.

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City of Stars (part three of Poseidon’s)

Luke Castellan x poseidon!reader, Percy Jackson x halfsister! reader

pt. 1, pt. 2

warnings: ANGST

disclaimer‼️‼️‼️: this is sort of a part three to a fic I did called Poseidon’s, but this can also be s standalone

You and Luke cuddled up under the stars with 'City Of Stars' playing on your CD player, at an ungodly hour, somewhere far enough away from camp so nobody would hear you, a routine the both of you had already gotten used to.

City of stars, Are you shining just for me?

"You know, we could move out of camp right now, we could get a house in the middle of nowhere, somewhere close to a lake. We could live with Percy and Annie. Doesn't that sound good?" you whispered as you sat up.

City of stars, There's so much that i can't see.

Who knows, I felt it from the first embrace I shared with you...

"We could be our own little family in a way," you whispered with a smile, voice filled with hope, playing with Luke's hand.

"And listen you and Percy to fight over everything everyday? Yeah, sounds good." Luke whispered with a smile as he sat up too.

That now Our dreams, They've finally come true.

City of stars, Just one thing everybody wants.

"We actually could do it, you know." you closed your eyes, savouring the moment.

"To a bright future," Luke said, pretending to make a toast.

"To a bright future," you smiled, also pretending to toast.

(Luke said the same thing to you found out about his betrayal, right as he was about to jump into the portal.)

"To love," you said with a giggle as Luke pulled you into his arms.

"To love," Luke said, as you both stared at each other adoringly.

Though there was something unusual in his eyes, but you couldn't really decipher it yet.

(It was guilt, you realised, too late.)

There in the bars, and through the smokescreen of the crowded restaurants,

It's love,

Yes, all we're looking for is love From someone else...

(A rush, A glance, A touch, A dance,)

Luke stared down at you, trying to take in and remember every detail of your face, looking at you as if it was his last time.

(He wasn’t that far off.)

To look in somebody's eyes,

To light up the skies,

"You're everything to me," you whispered, "I can't afford to loose you."

To open the world and send it reeling

"And you won't. Never. I promise." Luke whispered back.

A lie.

A voice that says, "I'll be here" And "you'll be alright".

You really love this boy, you thought.

(I don't care if I know Just where I will go,

'Cause all that I need is this crazy feeling

A rat-tat-tat on my heart.)

You leaned into him for a soft kiss, one not of pleasure, but of feeling, of love. A different kind of intimacy.

Ironic, isn't it?

I think I want it to stay.

-

"Luke.?" you croaked. You couldn't believe what you'd heard.

You voice was one of pure heartbreak.

"Y/n- it's not what it looks like-" Luke panicked.

Seeing your eyes filled with blind rage and agony, instead of just pure love and adoration directly at him like you once did-

City of stars, Are you shining just for me?

“But isn’t it?-” your voice breaks. “I knew something was going on with you- I could see it-“

“Come with me. Please. You know the Gods never cared. You hate them too-” Luke said in a rush,

“And betray my brother? Camp? My family?-” you were cut off by Percy’s pained grunt.

Luke swung his sword at him, Percy dodged and swung back, accidentally wounding him.

“I’m sorry-” Percy said.

Luke swung his sword one more time, but you jumped in front of Percy and held up your own sword at your lover.

You looked into the eyes you once loved. The ones that once brought you comfort.

Luke gulped,

“I’m not going with you. I-” you were cut off once again,

Luke ran towards the portal.

“I rea-” you were cut off for the nth time, which was probably a good thing because you felt like you were about to fall apart.

"To a bright future," Luke turned back and whispered.

Then jumped into the portal.

He really thought you would join him, he really did. He really believed you would help him accomplish his goal, help him create the future and world of his desires, one without the Gods.

He never wanted to do this- anything without you. He really thought you’d be on his side.

He loved you.

City of stars,

And you did too.

That was the last time you saw the love of your life.

You never shined so brightly.

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Poseidon’s (pt. 2)

Luke Castellan x poseidon!reader, Percy Jackson x halfsister!reader.

m.list

pt. 1, pt. 3

warnings: really damn short (on purpose 🥰)

“Percy!” you yelled.

No response, you looked up, Percy was no longer where you last saw him. 

You walked towards the exit of Cabin 3 with a grunt, setting off to look for your brother.

You found him in a sparring match with Luke at the arena. You decided it was best to wait until after their match to verbally abuse Percy for leaving his pile of clothes on the floor.

-

After their sparring match was over, you wasted no time, jogging up to Percy.

Percy was about to make a joke, “Did you- woah, are you okay?” he asked, after seeing the fury in your eyes.

“Perseus Achilles Jackson, your laundry is all over the floor, and guess what?” you hissed.

“Woah- calm down, what-“ Percy was cut off, “Your clothes swept my guitar pick off the damn table! Now I can’t find it, and I only brought one to camp-” you were cut off by a pair of hands on your waist.

“What did he do this time?” Luke laughs, pressing a kiss on the space between you cheek and your ear. “He can’t seem to clean up after himself. The cabin looks like a war zone.” you said.

“Hey- I was late to training- and it’s not my fault you had to put your only pick on the table,” Percy huffed.

“If you don’t clean it up right now, I will k-“ you were cut off once again by Luke’s hand on your mouth, “I’d suggest you to go clean up your cabin, like- right now, I can only help you so much, she’s basically a wild animal when she’s mad,” Luke said, flashing Percy a grin.

Percy had never run so fast in his life.

You started to break out laughing.

And you had never felt so happy and.. full in a long time.

pt. 3

author: this is really short on purpose. PART three can be read as a standalone but they happen in the same universe

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Poseidon’s (pt. 1)

Luke Castellan x poseidon!reader, Percy Jackson x halfsister!reader

m.list

pt. 2, pt. 3

warnings: none

You ran up to Luke from behind, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Hey, hero,” you greeted, kissing his neck with a smile.

You were a daughter of Poseidon, you’ve been dating Luke Castellan for four years now, you arrived at camp a couple months later than Luke.

“Who’s this?” you said, directing your gaze at the unclaimed Percy.

“Percy, he’s the one who killed the Minotaur,” Luke said as he leaned his face into your forehead, “Be nice, it’s his first day.”

You smiled, unwrapping your hand from his neck, “I’m always nice, that’s why everybody loves me,” you joked, as you walked in front of Luke to shake Percy’s hands.

“I’m Y/n, Poseidon’s,” you held out your hand with a warm smile.

“Percy,” Percy said as he shook your hand.

“What do you think?” Luke asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your hair.

You and Luke have a tradition of guessing the Godly heritage of new  campers, and so far, you were always right.

“Hm,” you said, “Has your mom ever said anything about your dad?” you asked Percy, “Hey, you can’t ask,” Luke said.

“Uh- No, I don’t think so.” Percy said.

“I say Poseidon,” you whispered in Luke’s ear as you sent him a wink and walked away.

-

“Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God,” Chiron said.

You rushed up to where everything was happening, just in time to catch the fading trident above Percy’s head.

You quickly scanned the crowd for Luke, just to find that his eyes were already on yours. You sent  him a victorious smirk.

You walked over to Percy.

“Well, I guess you have a sister now,” you said with a smile. “Yeah,” Percy flashed you a polite smile.

“Welcome to the family!” you patted Percy on the back, “Thanks,” Percy said, a genuine tone in his voice.

You were about to go clean up and make some space in the cabin for Percy, when you saw Luke coming over, “You owe me two days of dessert, Castellan,” you smiled.

“You win, again,” he sighed with a smile, “I really thought I would in this time.”

“Were you guys placing bets on me?” Percy asked.

You smiled, “Mhm. Tradition,” you sent another smirk at Luke, “And so far, I’ve won almost every single time.”

“You knew I was a Poseidon kid?” Percy frowned.

“You have dad’s eyes,” you gave him a smile.

“Come on,” you gestured for Percy to follow you, “Luke will help you with your stuff, I’ll go clean up the cabin.”

pt. 2

author: okay since a lot of you didn’t like sand on cheeks (series), i’m working on more luke stuff to keep you all happy. please tell me you like this- PART TWO IS GONNA BREAK SOME HEARTS.

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Sand on cheeks (pt. 2)

Percy Jackson x reader

m.list pt.1

warnings: none

disclaimer: this is also on wattpad as Sand on Cheeks

I thanked the gods as Percy didn't ask again.

I slipped out of my camp t-shirt, revealing my swimsuit.

I set down my beach bag carrying towels, snacks and a bottle of water on the dock.

Percy and I used to hang out here a lot, a less popular side of the lake with a tiny dock.

"Hey," I called out as I heard footsteps behind me, "Did you bring the jelly beans?" Percy asked.

"Wow, not even a hi?" I teased as I grabbed a few bags a blue jelly beans from my bag. Percy started shoving the beans in his mouth like a starved man, I let out a little laugh.

With my hair still in the bun from earlier, I jumped into the lake, Percy jumped in right behind me. 

We somehow got into a water- splashing fight, "Fine! Fine! You win!" I yelled as I turned away from him, rubbing the water out of my eyes.

I turned back to him, smiling, just to see his oh-so- pretty eyes staring at me, his lips bearing the prettiest smile, his dimples so visible and so cute-

"Quit staring," I splashed his face with water again, "You look prettier like this," he said, smiling. "Like what?" I frowned. "Without makeup," he smirked.  "How do you know I'm not wearing makeup?" I frowned again, "Well, your skin is.. I don't know, clearer? Shinier? Your eyes look bigger, you look a lot more energised. You just look.. better. And no offence to your makeup skills, I know you do your sibling's makeup and they look great, but I think makeup just doesn't suit you. You should stop straightening your hair too, your hair looks better in its natural curl. You remember when you hair straightener 'mysteriously disappeared'? I stole it." He gave me a cheeky smile. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't get the words out.  "Thanks," I muttered, a blush blooming on my cheeks. "You're welcome," he said, splashing me with water to break the tension.

I swam into the deeper parts of the lake, descending myself into the water, drowning out the distant chatter of the campers. 

I came back up for air, scanning for Percy. But he wasn't where I last saw him, in fact, he wasn't anywhere. "Per-" a pair of hands dragged me down into the water. I tried to yell, but ended out drinking a ton of lake water instead. 

I shot up once the hands let me go, and blinked the water out of my eyes.

"Got 'cha," he said with a smirk on his face.

"Oh my gods- I'm gonna kill you!" I yelled.

We spent the rest of the day at the lake.

-

I grabbed two towels from my bag, one pink and one blue. I handed Percy the blue one as I wrapped the pink one around my body. 

I shoved a few jelly beans into my mouth and took a sip of iced water from my metal water bottle. "Can I have some water?"Percy asked as he sat down on the dock, "I only have one bottle," I frowned.

"That's okay," he said as he stood up, walked over to me and grabbed my water bottle. He opened the lip and took a large sip.

"We should probably head back, the sun is setting," I said, gesturing at the sunset.

Percy nodded, as he gathered everything I’d laid out and put it back into my bag.

“I had a lot of fun today,” Percy said as he folded his wet towel, “We haven’t hung out like that in a while, not since-” he stopped himself.

“Yeah, I had fun.” I said, already knowing what he meant.

Is it selfish.. of me to wish that Annabeth never came along?

Everything would have been-

“You ready to go?” Percy said, snapping me out of my thoughts for the nth time today.

“Yeah,” I said with a nod.

Percy was still shirtless.

He nodded and turned to walk back towards camp, and gods-

The way his muscles-

Gods, stop thinking about Percy’s muscles.

“So I’ll see you tonight at the campfire?” Percy asked.

“Mhm,” I waved him goodbye.

He waved back, and his shoulders-

I turned away.

author: does nobody like percy anymore?! this series is the slowest growing pieces of work i have ever made or is my new writing style just not hitting?

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Sand on cheeks (pt. 1)

Percy Jackson x reader

m.list pt.2

warnings: none

disclaimer: this is also on wattpad as Sand on cheeks

I sat up in a panic with a pounding headache, cold sweat clinging to my forehead,

I took deep breaths, quickly fishing out a light pink notebook, 

grabbing a pen from my bedside table and jotted down what my nightmare consisted of.

It had become a routine I had grown used to, nightmares always haunting my sleep.

I set down my notebook, shoving the pen in between the pages hastily, grabbing my cup and took a sip of water.

I lied back down on the bed, closing my eyes, reaching up to rub my temples.

I let out a sigh, directing my eyes to the clock sitting on m bedside table. 5:53am. The sun had already risen.  Almost time to get up. 

I stared at the ceiling.

I started imagining blinds that could block out the Sun entirely, blinds that could protect me from the Sun's wrath- 

What? 

Sometimes, I don't know why I think my thoughts are like the way they are, almost wandering.

I think about the consequences of staying in bed all day,

I already knew that staying in bed was not a possibility,

but a little imagination didn't hurt anyone, let a girl dream.

After what seemed like a minute, I got up, slipping into my fuzzy slippers, not seeing the point in trying to fall asleep again.

I walked to the camp bathroom and did my usual morning routine, brush my teeth, skincare, makeup, hair and clothes.

By the time I walked back into the Aphrodite cabin in my bright orange camp t-shirt that I wanted to burn so badly- most of my siblings had already woken up. 

I walked  to my bed and replaced my slippers for my sneakers, greeting some of my siblings as I walked to the pavilion. 

"Hey, princess," Percy said as he jogged up to me, flashing me a smile.

"Hey, seaweed brain," I said as I flashed him a tired smile, "Nightmares?" Percy said, though it wasn't really a question. "Mmhm," I nodded.

"Do you have to help with sword training today?" I asked as I tied my hair up into a low messy bun, strands of curly hair fell loose, but looked perfect nevertheless, thanks to my mother.

"Nope," Percy said as he waved to some of his friends in the distance,  "I was gonna take a dip by the lake again, are you coming?" 

I considered his offer.

Well, I didn't have to teach archery lessons today, and who would give up an opportunity to hang out with Percy? He's always busy.

"Yeah," I said after a beat. Percy nodded in response, "I'll catch you later," he said, giving me a playful wink. I rolled my eyes with a smile.

"Hey," I greet my siblings as I sat down at the Aphrodite table. 

"Percy broke up with Annabeth!" one said, "Yeah! He's single now, we should totally go get him!" then a bunch of compliments starting pouring in. 

It's not a secret that Percy was attractive.

Having been on more quests then most demigods could only dream of — Percy was something of a legend. Saving Mount Olympus? Check. Surviving Tartarus? Check. Being unnecessarily hot? Double check.

Dark hair ruffled in a summer breeze. Vibrant eyes blending into the coast line. Tan skin draped over a body sculpted by gods.

Percy was the ultimate prize.

I never denied my feelings for Percy, I just never told him.

Why risk throwing away years of friendship when I know that he doesn't feel the same?

"Earth to Y/n!" Silena snapped her fingers in front of my face, "Sorry," I mumbled, "I'm okay."

Silena sent me a knowing glare, "You better shoot your shot before it's too late, if you don't want history to repeat itself," she whispered. 

She was right. I had already started liking Percy before he and Annie become a thing. 

And just as I was about to tell Percy how I felt, they had already fallen in love.

Fallen in love. 

It was no secret that I was Aphrodite's favourite daughter.

Then why couldn't she give me the one thing I wanted?

Love. 

I spent the entirety of breakfast thinking, until I was snapped out of my thoughts by a hand on my shoulder.

I snapped my head towards the owner of the hand. Percy.

"You okay?" he asked as he took a seat next to me, it was only then I realised most of my siblings were done with their meal and went off to their activities.

"Yeah," I answered with a nod. Percy shot me a knowing look.

"What? I'm fine," I sent him a glare, "You know you can always tell me, right?" he said, his voice laced with concern.

"I'm gonna go get my stuff," I muttered. 

Percy knew better than to follow me.

pt.2

author: okay okay i know i have a reputation for not uploading very often- almost never- but i’ve already written a couple of parts for thi and i’m feeling really motivated, so this will officially be my first (mini?) series!! at least one new part every week- i got you- part two coming in really soon, in like half an hour probably. taglist is open, send an ask or a comment<333 also i’m using a completely new writing style this time soo

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I NEEED. a luke castellan x daughter of aphrodite!reader where r has an obsession with VIV WESTWOOD BEVAUSE I HAVE AN OBSESSION WITH VIV WESTWOOD. make it short please. thanks babe ily <333

also can i be 🪦 anon? i love you and your writing <33

Hips & Lips

(Luke Castellan x daughter of aphrodite!reader)

Warnings: None

m.list

Everybody stopped moving.

"Pay up, buddy."

"Man, not again."

The pink smoke dispersed, the fading symbol of Aphrodite's claim, as light chatter gradually resumed. You weren't sure how to process the turn of events. Still dazed, you packed your belongings from the Hermes cabin into your mother's cabin, the cabin of Aphrodite.

"Hey, Y/n!" you turned your attention towards the voice. Luke. "Um, yeah?" you responded, "Do you need help with your things?" you glanced at your belongings and then back at Luke, "Yeah, I think so." You truly did; there was no way you could move all your possessions into your cabin alone, not in a time,you manner anyway.

Growing up, you had always felt a magnetic pull towards fashion. Life in the mortal world was much worse than that of a demigod at camp. Fashion, however, was your solace. It grounded you, and sifting through thrift stores for clothes was enjoyable; it helped you navigate your childhood. An infatuation with Vivienne Westwood bloomed after you stumbled upon their shop, instantly captivated by the brand's creations. Consequently, your collection of jewelry, dresses, shoes, and various accessories became a treasure trove of Vivienne Westwood finds. You could say this collection had helped you survive the 18 years you spent in the mortal world. Clothes and accessories boosted your confidence, evoked happiness, and made you feel like you.

"Thanks," you handed Luke a shoebox, and your fingers brushed. Your cheeks flushed. "I'll bring these over to your cabin," he said while grabbing a few more boxes, "you know where to find me if you need help." With a friendly gesture directed at you, his touch still lingering on your fingers, he set off.

It took you an hour to move all your belongings into your new cabin. It would have taken even longer if your half-siblings hadn't lent a hand. The process might have been shortened if you had simply asked Luke for his help. You debated the idea but ultimately decided against it. Luke had been nothing but helpful and welcoming to you, and a comfortable friendship had begun to form. However, your crush on Luke was an open secret—except to Luke himself and you.

And your half-siblings were determined to change that.

ohh i kinda like this!! i kept it short as per your request!! and yes you can be 🪦 anon <33 ily soo so much thank you for your support. did i write what you wanted? because i wasn’t really sure what you wanted so i just did whatever this was. i was thinking part two so lmk if you want one. who doesn’t love vivienne westwood?! (i have no idea why i named this hips & lips)

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about me ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

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Omg please please please do a part 2 for ratatouille with a happy ending. Please let it just be a misunderstanding 😭

Ratatouille (Pt. 2)

(Azriel x f!reader)

pt. 1

m.list

❥= fluff

ʚɞ = angst

Warnings: not proof read

Before she met Az, she lived in her own little apartment right outside the city. She had thought about selling it prior to moving in with Az, but right now, she was really glad she didn’t.

As she unlocked the door to her apartment, nostalgia hit her hard. Here, nearly a century ago, she had accepted the sacred bond. Here is where she had offered Azriel a meal.

This was how she had spent the past two months.

She would try her best to avoid the Inner Circle around Velaris, without fail. She had even considered going to a distant family in Day.

She would even pat herself on the shoulder for doing such a good job at avoiding the Circle.

But she could not avoid her longing for her mate, the ache in her chest.

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"Y/N, please just open the Gods-damned door!" She buried her head into her pillow. The sound of her best friend's banging had awoken her from her slumber. With no choice, she walked up to the door. Still in a sleepy haze, she slowly unlocked the door. "Mor, what are you doing? It's the middle of the night." Her best friend had already let herself in. "Gods, Y/N, your house is a mess," she said, picking at the pile of clothes on the wooden floor. "Y/N, you have to go see Az. He hasn't been himself, we're all worried about him. And I was right to worry about you. Look at you." The girl knew her best friend was right. She was a mess; she had tried to deny it, but she was not doing well away from her mate.

She ran her fingers through her disheveled hair. She closed her eyes as if considering something. After a moment, she said, "Let's go."

⋆ ★

She sensed him before she could see him.

Azriel had concealed himself in his shadows, his shadows frantic after sensing their owner's mated lover.

The friends peered through Azriel's door.

"He's been like this since you left. It seems impossible, but he's getting worse," the girl hummed.

"And what of Elaine?" she turned to her best friend. "Rhys is keeping her in the town house. We've all agreed that it would be best to keep them apart."

The girl chuckled. "So it took all of you to keep them away from each other,  huh?" Mor shook her head. "N/N, you know I didn't mean it like that. Just go talk to him, please. If not for you, then for the Circle." With that, her best friend stalked away, giving the girl a final pat on her shoulder.

⋆ ★

The moment she stepped into her mate's room, his shadows rushed over to her, covering the small of her back, pushing her towards her mate. "Az, it's me," she attempted, "I'm here now," slowly walking over to her mate, careful not to startle him. Slowly but steadily, she put her hands onto her mate's shoulders, rubbing small circles with her thumbs.

The male looked up at her with tired eyes. "Oh, Az..." the girl cradled Azriel's head into her chest, enveloping his body with hers, gently holding his head. "Love..." Azriel buried his head further into her chest. "I did not sleep with Elaine, I did not touch her." The girl did not know what to think. "I spent time with her because she was in a bad place. I know Nesta or Feyre could have taken her, but I had just..." she stared into those oh-so-beautiful hazel eyes. "I was so entranced by the idea of three brothers, three sisters. I did not mean to neglect you like that. Y/N, I cannot live without you." She observed his face, sincerity and love in those hazel eyes she loves. "I will change for you, I will do anything if it means I will earn your forgiveness." How could she ever say no to that face?

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A/N: okay i have an excuse for my shit writing. i can justify it. english is not my first language. this is so bad i can’t even bring myself to proofread it.

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Ratatouille (Azriel x f!reader)

pt. 2

m.list

ʚɞ = angst

Summary: You want to go out to dinner with Az, but Elaine gets in the way.

Warnings: Established relationship, not proof read

“Hey, Az?”

He did not respond.

Azriel was focused on his mission reports. Too busy to give his mate his attention.

His mate turned away, headed toward to door. Not even bothering to be disappointed in Azriel.

⋆ ★

It had been a tradition for the pair to go out for dinner together on Thursday nights for 200 years, even before they were mated. Never once had either of them missed their weekly dinner.

"I found a nice place in Day since you've never had ratatouille before. I figured you would like to try it, though ratatouille would be better homemade. Would you rather eat at the House instead? I could-"

Azriel let out a frustrated sigh and turned his gaze to his mate.

"Gods, Y/N, can you stop rambling? I'm trying to finish my mission reports."

As if realizing the damage he had done, he stalked over to his mate, putting his scarred hands on her shoulder. "Look, I can't make it to dinner this week. I promised Elaine to take her to the city. She wanted to spend time with me, and I already promised her I would take her to dinner. Being outside will be good for her."

She tried to force a smile. "But can't Nesta or Feyre take her? I'm glad Elaine's recovery is going well and that she is finding comfort in you, but I need to spend time with you too. This has been our tradition for centuries."

Azriel ran his hand through his hair. "Elaine needs me. She has gone through immeasurable trauma. This little tradition is in no way more important than her."

She tried to stay calm. "Little tradition? Az, I need you. You've barely been spending time with me, you come home late and leave early, I barely see you anymore. I need you too. I'm your mate, for God's sake!"

He let out a sigh of disbelief. "Maybe the Cauldron made a mistake," the words slipped out of his mouth. "Love, I didn't mean to-" She let out a weak laugh. Azriel tried to calm her by putting his hands on her forearms; she slipped away. "Oh, but you did." Tears welled up in her eyes. "You come back smelling like her every night. Her scent lingers on your leathers and your clothes. I tried to ignore it, I tried reassuring myself that - that you were a faithful male, but I guess I was wrong." She tried to salvage this relationship, she really did.

pt. 2

A/N: this is such a disaster lmfao, haven’t posted in a month or two, if you’re using light mode you won’t be able to see the dividers 💀 i could make a part two if anyone actually reads this. lmk if you want one. also this name is so unfitting for this fic 💀 it sounds so fun but it’s so sad

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Lost Time. (Sukuna Ryomen x f!reader)

m.list

❥= fluff

ʚɞ = angst

Warnings: not proof read, cursing, gore

*ding*

Her phone screen illuminated,

she released a breathy sigh. 

It was currently 8:38pm. She stood amidst the throng of commuters, in the Shibuya station, patiently awaiting the arrival of her train to carry her home.

How long had it been? Eons, perhaps.

Eons, it felt like, since she had lost him.

Being wedded to Sukuna Ryomen had bestowed upon her the gift of immortality.

"Gift," they say. 

Yet, it felt nothing short of a curse, as she couldn't share it with him.

“No!”

A female had unleashed a bloodcurdling scream.

Driven by pure instinct, she sprang into the shadows, swiftly seeking refuge from the source of the chilling scream. 

Her movements were fluid and agile, propelled by a surge of adrenaline that heightened her senses and propelled her into a concealed sanctuary.

She had remained there, for two hours,

She checked her dimly lit phone. It was 10:50.

Abruptly, the structures surrounding her crumbled and rained down upon her, a deluge of collapsing concrete and disintegrating debris. The once-sturdy architecture shattered into fragments, creating a chaotic scene that threatened to engulf her.

“Shit!”

Somehow, she fought her way out of the heap of rubble.

“Oh, fuck.”

Her left leg was drenched in blood, the pile of rocks having mercilessly torn open her skin. The jagged edges of the debris had inflicted deep gashes, leaving behind a grim scene of injury and pain. 

Amidst the daunting circumstances, she found herself grappling with the challenge of how to escape unscathed. Immortality granted her an enduring existence, but did the universe perceive her as invincible as well? 

No, the prospect of her survival seemed increasingly bleak. Before her, a succession of curses loomed, each one more menacing than the last. 

As she contemplated her options, 

she sensed a formidable presence looming over her, 

its power palpable.

She dared to cast her gaze, and there, standing before her, stood the figure of her beloved. 

For a brief moment, she was rendered speechless by the shock of the encounter. 

But then, like a sudden impact of realization, it struck her with the force of a brick.

“R-Ryo..?”

Her voice wavered, its tremor betraying her bewilderment. 

This was not how she had envisioned their reunion unfolding.

He stalked toward her, wordless but purposeful.

His ruby-coloured eyes bore an unmistakable blend of curiosity and longing as they locked onto her equally beautiful e/c eyes.

As he drew closer, his hand gently grazed the ghastly wound on her leg, using his reverse cursed technique. Regret etched across his face, visible in the depths of his crimson eyes and the tremor in his voice, he uttered, "Did I...did I do that to you?"

"Oh, never mind that," she murmured, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and joy. "God, I've missed you so incredibly much. Why-how are you here? But it doesn't matter. All that matters is that you're here, with me." Before she could finish her sentence, he silenced her with a passionate kiss that conveyed a thousand years of longing, love, and separation. Their lips intertwined, fueled by the intensity of their emotions and the desire to make up for lost time.

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Mate. (Rhysand x f!reader)

m.list

ʚɞ = angst

Summary: Rhys returns from Under The Mountain after 50 years. He has found his mate, and it’s not you.

Warnings: angst without happy ending, not proof read

Five.

Five decades.

For five decades, she lived without the one thing that truly mattered to her.

But now that he had returned, everything would be better, back to normal, right?

The answer was a resounding 'no.' 

No.

“No..”

her voice croaked.

“I’m sorry Y/N..”, 

Rhysand’s voice was laced with palpable regret.

"You were well aware that this outcome was inevitable; it was only a matter of time.", his fingers grazed her arm.

The voice that she once cherished now felt like a stab to the gut.

"Do you really blame me for not expecting you to choose that girl over me? Over us? Centuries of our shared memories, the bond we painstakingly built, now squandered for the sake of your fascination with that mere human girl, your new, fleeting fancy, because of that Gods-damned mating bond!” 

her voice wavered slightly at the mention of the mating bond

Silent tears fell from her face, her breathing unsteady.

“Would you truly forsake me for a mere human girl? A newly made High-Fae who belongs to another?", her voice came in ragged gasps.

“I suppose I’m irrelevant now, hm? I do hope you’ll find happiness with your shiny new plaything.”

“Y/n-“

“Dont.” with a last look at the inner-circle, at her now ex-lover and ex-family, at Velaris.. She winnowed away, carrying the weight of her melancholy emotions along.

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something about how every single being is interwoven with the lives of those before us, around us, and after us.  that you can't walk a patch of earth without knowing that your step has been echoed for millennia.  can't skim a rock without wondering if someone had held it decades before.  that the stick you threw in the river at age six was used by a beaver for their dam a year later. our existences are a collective that were contingent on so many factors that to simply sit and be is its own grand phenomenon. 

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❝ They meet again after years ❞

m.list

You’re married?

 You’re even more beautiful than I’ve remembered.

 You’ve waited for me this whole time?

 Look at you! You’re so big now.

 “You turned out alright.” “Not thanks to you.”

Do you like what you see?

 You look just like her.

 I have the letters you wrote me.

 Do you remember how tangled we got in our feelings?

  I still wear the smile you gave me.

 I was gonna marry you…

 Where have you been all this time?

 Why didn’t you call? Even once?

 You have a daughter?

 You got married?

 I missed you.

My oh my, how does time fly.

 “I’m stronger now.” “I see.”

 Do you like what you’ve become?

 I was gonna ask you to marry me.

 You left without a word of explanation.

 “I’m not a child anymore.” “I can see that.”

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Second choice trope m.list

how many times will I let myself be a second choice?

before I learn that..

there are no runner-ups in love.

I wasn’t good enough.

but I tried to be.

it hurts so much to feel like I’m never good enough. to feel like I’m only someone temporary, until someone better comes along.

I don’t want to feel like this anymore.

It's breaking me.

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These Mornings (Azriel x reader)

m.list

❥= fluff

Summary: You and Azriel spend a lazy morning together.

Warnings: not proof read

I awoke to the sunlight streaming in through the curtains.

The curtains were pink and decorated with patterned bows. I convinced him, somehow. The almighty Shadowsinger, who would do anything for his darling to make her happy.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt Az move under me, adjusting his leg. His powerful arm was under my waist, his head resting on my stomach, and his wings comfortably draped over the bed.

I dragged my hand through his hair, toying with his soft curls and lightly massaging his scalp.

Az let out a breathy sigh, burying his head deeper into my stomach and mumbling, “Good morning.”

“Good morning, Azzie.”

He kissed my stomach in a light and soothing way.

“I adore these mornings; it’s not everyday I get to sleep in and lay with you.”

I stroked his hair.

“You should take more time off; you keep overworking yourself.”

“I know, but you know I have to get back to work soon. Rhys is depending on me, and I still have to find out what Eris is up to with the Spring Court.”

I let out a long sigh, tracing his eyebrows.

“I know, I know. I just... miss you a little too much when you’re away.”

There was a comfortable silence between us.

“You know I get worried, especially with your line of work. I just need you to be careful.”

His hands caressed my stomach as his shadows swirled around my legs.

“I know, my love." 

We spent the rest of the morning in bed, talking to each other, or simply laying together, enjoying every second in each other's presence, never knowing if it'd be the last time we'd ever get to share these precious moments together.

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Masterlist

Please read my master post before reading any of my work.

❥= fluff

ʚɞ= angst

𝄞= smut

∝= quote

⭒ ACOTAR

☾ Azriel

❥ These Mornings

（slight angst ʚɞ)

ʚɞ Ratatouille ||❥ Pt. 2

— ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

✶ Rhysand

ʚɞ Mate.

— ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

Ψ PJO

⚡︎ Luke Castellan

Hips and Lips

Poseidon’s pt. 2 pt. 3

City of Stars

new year’s day

༄ Percy Jackson

Sand on cheeks series : pt.1, pt. 2

Poseidon’s pt. 2 pt. 3 (halfsister!reader)

City of Stars (halfsister!reader)

— ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

웃 JJK

ꐡ Sukuna Ryomen

❥ʚɞLost Time.

— ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

⤽ RANDOM DRABBLES & QUOTES

Second choice trope

“They meet again after years”

∝ “Existence”

— ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

requests are open!! a lot more to come.. make sure to read my master post, linked above for more! (fandoms i write for, etc.)

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