#PASS to AZZI wtf

[overit2002]

Half of 1st quarter gone and NO ONE is passing to Azzi! Wtf

[paxaz535]

Just for Now

chapter 2

synopsis : when a group of students go on a school field trip are suddenly forced into a deadly real-life game of Mafia at a retreat center. They receive a message that tells them the game has started, and the only way of survival is by eliminating classmates and identifying the Mafias.

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note : this is surprisingly going well

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The group chat was already blowing up.

Sarah: yo wtf is this

Kk: this ain’t funny

Azzi: is this like a prank?

Paige: Q, you did this, right?

No response.

Q hadn’t said a word.

You scrolled past the chaos, fingers trembling.

Rose: maybe we should just… play along

Stormi: y’all seriously voting on people??

Aaliyah: it’s not real. obviously.

But even she didn’t sound convinced.

Ines: Let’s all meet in the lounge.

Ines: It’s better to talk about this in person.

You exchanged a glance with Stormi, both of you silently agreeing. The tension was too thick to ignore.

On the way to the lounge, you passed the supervisor’s desk. Still empty.

“He didn’t come back yet?” you asked, voice low.

Stormi shrugged. “Said he’d be back a few hours ago. I guess he never came.”

That was odd. Mr. Duncil was usually on top of things. Nothing could’ve happened to him… right?

You spotted Isaac coming down the stairs — the kid from your fifth-hour class. “Hey, have you seen Mr. Duncil?”

He shook his head, adjusting the glasses sliding down his nose. “Not since earlier. I tried calling him, but no luck.”

You frowned. This was starting to feel less like a prank and more like something else entirely.

Footsteps echoed from the west wing. You turned to see Paige, Azzi, Nika, and Aaliyah approaching. Azzi bounced a ball in her hand, calm as ever.

“We’re trying to figure out where Mr. Duncil went,” you explained. “He said he’d be back, but… he’s just gone.”

Stormi checked the time and spoke up. “We should head to the lounge. It’s getting late.”

Everyone nodded. Together, you made your way there.

⸻

The room buzzed with tension.

“So what’s actually going on?” Ice asked, glancing around.

Sammy scoffed, arms crossed. “They explained the rules, didn’t they?”

Ice narrowed her eyes. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

Sammy didn’t answer — just went back to picking at her nails.

You turned to Q. “This is your thing, right? You set this up?”

Q stood up abruptly, eyes wide. “Why is everyone assuming I know what’s going on? I’m just as confused as you!”

Aubrey shook her head. “We know you’re into this techy game stuff. That’s why we asked.”

Q crossed her arms and sat down beside Allie. “I wouldn’t even have time to do something like this.”

Then, the clock struck 11:30.

A cold voice crackled through the intercom:

“You now have 30 minutes to vote. If votes are not submitted, all of you will be executed.”

Your heart plummeted.

“What the hell—?” Isaac stood, holding up his phone. “Okay, so obviously we gotta vote. Who are we voting for?”

“Qadance. She’s the most suspicious,” Sammy said immediately.

“That’s bullshit!” Q snapped, voice shaking. “What have I even done to make you think I’m mafia?”

Silence.

She looked around the room — no one spoke up.

“Exactly!”

Azzi stepped forward. “I just think it’s better this way, Q. I’m sorry.” She raised her phone and tapped the screen.

Azzi has voted for Qadance.

Paige has voted for Qadance.

Rose has voted for Qadance.

Q’s expression twisted. Hurt. Anger. Betrayal. Her hands balled into fists.

She hadn’t done anything. She didn’t deserve this.

“Don’t take it personal,” Ayanna said as she cast her vote. “You’ll probably just be sat out for the rest of the game.”

Q turned to her, eyes wide. “I’m sorry—does execution sound like a time out to you? I’m gonna die!”

“Qadance, chill. Don’t think of it like that,” the blonde basketball player said gently.

Q looked at her, then shook her head. “I don’t trust this.”

There were still 10 minutes left in the voting round. Fifteen people had voted for Q.

Across the room, a freshman girl sat trembling with her friends. You noticed her hesitation and stood, crouching beside her.

“I don’t wanna do this,” she whispered.

“I know, sweetie,” you said softly. “But you have to—or you’ll be executed too.”

She exhaled shakily, then reached forward and pressed the button.

“I’m sorry.”

Qadance’s entire demeanor shifted. She stopped talking. Her expression went blank—like she was already preparing herself for the end.

⸻

5 Minutes Remaining

⸻

The intercom crackled.

“With the most votes, Qadance will be executed.”

All eyes turned to her.

Q sat silently, staring at the floor, her fingers twitching and fumbling with each other. You couldn’t stop watching her—trying to anticipate what would happen.

Then her hands snapped to her head.

She groaned.

Then screamed.

The sound ripped through the room, sharp and panicked. Everyone jumped.

“Q?”

No answer. She was writhing, hands digging into her scalp.

You stepped closer and placed a hand on her shoulder—she shoved it off instantly.

“Q, answer me!”

She kept screaming.

People stood, backing away. “What the fuck is wrong with her?” Nika shouted.

“Qadance!”

Suddenly, she froze.

She lifted her head slowly. Her eyes—completely white. No pupil. No iris. Nothing.

She turned toward the door and bolted.

Everyone rushed after her. You were right behind her.

“Q!”

She spotted a painting on the wall and slammed her head into it.

“Qadance, stop!” you screamed.

She stumbled to the opposite wall and did it again.

Then she saw it—the massive window at the end of the hallway.

She ran.

People reached for her, trying to stop her, but she was too fast.

In one motion, she launched herself through the glass.

“QADANCE!”

You sprinted after her, but you were too late.

Shards of glass sparkled in the air.

Then—

The intercom buzzed again.

A soft tone echoed through the hall… and everyone dropped into a deep, heavy sleep.

The hallway, once filled with screams and chaos, now sat still. Bodies lay scattered—students slumped on the cold tile floor, limbs twisted in the awkward positions of sudden sleep. A cold breeze drifted through the open frame.

The intercom came on again.

This time, only four people woke up.

Paige was the first. She shot upright, eyes scanning the room—everyone else was still out cold. Then it hit her:

After voting ends at midnight, all participants except for Mafia will go to sleep.

She turned her head. Azzi was stirring beside her.

Relief flooded her chest.

She let out a soft breath—she didn’t want to imagine what she’d have done if Azzi hadn’t woken up too.

When the brunette’s eyes found Paige, she rushed over and wrapped her in a hug.

“Holy shit.”

They pulled apart as two more voices joined them—Aaliyah and Nika were also awake, standing nearby.

A silence fell between them. Heavy. Awkward.

Then Aaliyah broke it.

“So… we all lied to each other?”

Paige laughed dryly, running a hand down her face.

“I mean… we kinda had to.”

Aaliyah shrugged, casually glancing around at the bodies still lying on the floor.

Then she spotted you. Her lips curled into a smirk.

“Sucks Rose isn’t Mafia, doesn’t it?”

Paige and Azzi both turned toward her and flipped her off in perfect sync.

Even now, even with everything falling apart, Aaliyah still found a way to be that girl.

The lights dimmed slightly—enough to make the shadows stretch.

Then, the intercom buzzed again.

“Mafia Members: You have 4 hours to make your decision. Eliminate one player before the others wake up.”

Silence.

No robotic voice. No static. Just those chilling words—and then nothing.

Azzi’s jaw clenched. Paige immediately looked at her.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Azzi muttered.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m supposed to be okay with this.”

Aaliyah, as always, broke the tension with a low chuckle.

“They’re asleep. They won’t feel a thing, right?”

Paige glared at her.

“Don’t joke about that.”

“I’m not. I’m being practical. We either do it or we’re next.”

Nika crossed her arms, her voice lower than usual.

“We just need to figure out who to eliminate.”

The air shifted.

Everyone looked at each other.

No one spoke.

The screen on the wall flickered on.

A countdown started.

3:59:59

Azzi turned away from the group, her breathing quick and sharp.

“I’m not doing it. I don’t care what they say. I’m not—”

“Then someone else will,” Aaliyah cut in.

Paige stepped between them.

“We’re not going to tear each other apart over this. We pick someone. We agree. And we never talk about it again.”

No one responded.

Then Nika broke the silence. Her voice flat. Detached.

“What about the freshman?”

The group turned to look at the small girl, still curled up on the floor. Quiet. Breathing softly. She hadn’t even been awake for an hour before she cast her vote against Qadance.

Paige swallowed hard.

“She’s just a kid.”

“We’re all just kids.” Aaliyah’s voice was razor-sharp now. “We need to survive.”

“Yeah, but that girl just got into high school! She’s fresh out of eighth grade. I’m sorry, but I don’t agree.”

Azzi looked at her girlfriend, admiring her for her kindness.

“She’s right, Lili. We need to do someone else.”

Aaliyah looked over at the brunette and groaned, shaking her head.

“Fine then. Who?”

Nika stayed quiet, scanning the room until her eyes landed on Sammy.

“Alright. Let’s do Sammy.”

The three looked at her.

“Why Sammy?” Aaliyah asked.

Nika scoffed.

“Because she’s a bitch. A huge one at that, especially to Ice.”

Azzi looked at the girl in question. Nika was right—in a way.

But then she paused. Thought.

“Don’t you think that’ll just make Ice look suspicious?”

Nika turned to her. She had a point. The brunette just raised her eyebrows, arms still crossed as she leaned against the wall.

“Maybe that’s what we need to do.”

Everyone turned toward Paige. They didn’t expect those words to come out of her mouth—of all people.

“Paige, what the hell?”

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Look, I love Ice. I do. But we need to do what it takes to keep everyone else off our backs. If they think it’s Ice, they won’t pay us any mind.”

Nika nodded slowly.

“I’m not opposed… but you sure you wanna throw Ice under the bus like that? I mean, come on—it’s Ice we’re talking about.”

Paige looked at her twin. Her eyebrows were furrowed, but she nodded.

“Like I said before, we do whatever it takes.”

Aaliyah stood there, still flabbergasted. She didn’t want to kill Ice. But she had to think. “We were better off killing the fucking freshman,” she muttered under her breath.

“Alright… who’s gonna do it?” Azzi asked.

“I’ll do it,” Paige offered.

The room fell silent. Even the wind outside seemed to pause.

Aaliyah’s eyes locked onto Paige’s. “You sure?”

Paige gave a short nod, jaw clenched.

Azzi swallowed hard, guilt starting to creep into her chest. “Just… don’t make her suffer.”

“I won’t,” Paige said quietly, almost like a promise to herself.

Nika crossed her arms again, eyes narrowing. “How are you gonna do it?”

The blonde looked to the floor.

“There’s many different ways, but I’m thinking about just snapping her neck.”

Aaliyah leaned against the back wall, arms folded tight around her chest. “Jesus, this is fucked.”

“Welcome to the game,” Nika muttered.

The intercom went off.

“Mafia, before you fall asleep, there’s something to know.”

The four of them looked at each other, confused.

“There will be a fifth Mafia joining you. You’ll see who it is tomorrow.”

-

The next day, you were the first to wake. Everyone else was just starting to stir.

What happened to Qadance immediately flooded your mind, and a wave of sickness churned in your gut. You walked over to the window, needing to see if her body was still there.

It was.

Then the intercom crackled to life.

“Qadance was a Citizen.”

You covered your mouth as bile rose in your throat. The guilt hit like a punch to the stomach.

You all killed her. You all killed her because you thought she was behind everything. Paranoia had taken over. Now the weight of it was unbearable.

“Come on, hun. Let’s go.”

Stormi wrapped an arm around you and began guiding you back to your room. But another announcement cut through the air, freezing you in place.

“During the night, the Mafia decided to use their power and execute Sammy. Sammy was a Citizen.”

You closed your eyes. Tears welled up, threatening to spill.

“No…”

Jaida’s voice cracked. She rushed to Sammy’s lifeless body and dropped to her knees beside her.

“Who the fuck did this?! Why?!” she screamed, holding onto her friend like she could will her back to life.

Azzi, Paige, Nika, and Aaliyah exchanged uneasy glances, then quickly looked away, watching the scene unfold from a distance like everyone else.

“This game is so fucked up,” Jaida sniffed, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.

“I know, J. Come on. We can’t stay here. It isn’t safe.”

Isaac reached down and gently helped her to her feet. Jaida kept her eyes on Sammy’s body for a moment longer before finally turning away.

You glanced around at everyone. Some cried. Some stood frozen. Others… looked too calm.

You didn’t know who to trust anymore.

But at least you had one advantage—they didn’t know you were the Police. Anyone who acted suspicious, you could investigate.

So far… no one was on your radar.

Yet.

-

You were walking around the center, just scoping things out. Overthinking, as usual. There was so much going on in your head—being the police gave you power, real power, and you weren’t even sure you’d fully realized it yet.

You had been so excited for this field trip. Now? It had all gone to shit. Where were the supervisors? It was like they’d vanished into thin air. The thought made your brain spin with stress.

On the second floor, you spotted two figures approaching.

Paige and Azzi.

You smiled and walked toward them. “Hi, guys.”

They smiled back. Up close, they looked even better. You were starstruck.

“Hey, Rose,” Azzi said, then paused, eyes widening. “I can call you that… right?”

Your face got hot.

You can call me anything.

Wait—did you just say that out loud?

“I mean—yeah,” you stammered. “Yes, you can call me Rose. Both of you can.”

They were dressed differently than when you’d arrived. Paige wore joggers that sat low on her hips, her boxers peeking out playfully. She had on a hoodie, her hair tied back in that signature bun of hers.

Azzi wore shorts and a tank top—no bra. You could clearly see her nipples through the fabric. Your stomach twisted with heat.

They both looked amazing. And you silently cursed yourself for thinking like that… in a situation like this.

That was dangerous—too dangerous. Not just the game, but the way they looked at you. The way they smiled like they didn’t have a care in the world.

You shifted on your feet, clearing your throat, trying to focus.

“So, um…” you start, trying to keep your voice steady, “have you guys seen anyone else? Or, like… anything weird?”

Paige tilted her head slightly, squinting. “Weird how? Like bodies-dropped weird or weird like, ‘someone took my chips’ weird?”

You laughed, mostly from nerves. “Definitely more of the first one.”

Azzi crossed her arms, and her tank top lifted a bit, revealing a sliver more skin than you were ready to handle. “Nah, nothing weird. Just a weird vibe. Like, something’s coming. You feel that too, don’t you?”

God, yeah, you did. But you didn’t want to say that out loud. Not when your brain was already spiraling.

They were still watching you—curious, warm, unbothered. Maybe a little too unbothered. And suddenly you remembered: You hadn’t checked either of their roles yet. You hadn’t check anyone’s roles yet for that matter.

Your fingers twitched with the need to look. You could. Right now.

But something in your gut told you… once you do, everything changes.

You decided against it, wanting to talk to these two a little more.

“Uh… you guys wanna head down to the cafeteria? I heard they’ve got good food.”

Paige and Azzi lit up at the mention of food—no surprise, considering they were both athletes.

The three of you headed downstairs, smiles on your faces as you made your way through the center.

You didn’t even make it to the cafeteria before the intercom crackled to life.

Jessica was executed. Jessica was a Citizen.

The three of you froze.

A killing during the day?

Then came the scream.

Sharp. Piercing.

A sound that didn’t belong in daylight.

You turned toward the direction of the scream, heart pounding. Paige’s eyes were wide, and Azzi had already started moving.

“Come on,” she said, her voice tight. “That came from the east wing.”

The three of you ran, footsteps echoing through the hallways that suddenly felt too empty, too quiet between each scream.

You rounded the corner—and nearly crashed into a group of students clustered near one of the rec room doors. Some were crying. Others were trying to look inside through the small window.

“Move,” Azzi said, pushing through. She froze once she looked in.

You stepped up beside her.

Inside, on the floor, was someone you hadn’t seen since last night’s game.

Blood pooled around their head. Eyes wide open. Unmoving.

No intercom this time.

“What the hell is happening?” Paige whispered.

Someone behind you muttered, “Two people in one day? This isn’t part of the game anymore.”

You looked around at the faces in the hallway—some pale, some in shock, a few too calm.

Your role—the Police Officer—suddenly felt a whole lot heavier.

“Okay, we’ve gotta get the fuck outta here!” Aubrey shouted, eyes fixed on the body.

“You think?” Jaida snapped, already turning. “Come on—let’s try outside!”

She bolted from the room. The rest of you followed, footsteps pounding the floor in a panicked stampede.

Halfway down the hall, a sudden thought hit you like a punch.

“Where’s Stormi!?” you yelled, spinning around.

“I’m right here, Rose!”

You whipped your head to the side—Stormi was beside you now, slightly out of breath. Relief flooded your chest.

When you finally pushed through the exit doors and spilled into the sunlight, a strange quiet settled over the group. Then you all saw it.

A solid white line—thick, glowing faintly—stretched around the entire perimeter of the building, encircling it like a barrier.

“What the—” Ashlynn started, stepping forward.

The moment her toe crossed the line, a loud buzzing sound erupted—like a short circuit—and she staggered back with a yelp.

“I didn’t even touch anything!” she shouted, stumbling into Paige.

Stormi moved beside you, her voice low. “It’s a boundary. We’re trapped.”

You looked around at everyone, faces full of panic, confusion, and something worse—realization.

This wasn’t just a game anymore.

And someone was making sure no one could leave.

“Leaving the playing area will result in execution. Please stay inside the boundaries.”

The voice was flat. Final.

David—yeah, you were pretty sure that was his name—shook his head. He’d seen too much already. Too much blood, too much fear.

“Man, fuck this! I’m out,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Before anyone could stop him, he bolted—straight across the white line.

“DAVID!”

A girl screamed behind him, reaching out, but it was too late.

The intercom clicked on again, colder than before.

“You’ve stepped outside of playing boundaries. Execution will now be exhibited.”

David froze mid-step.

Then—just like Qadance the night before—his body began to tremble. Jerk violently.

His eyes rolled back, turning a milky white.

He spotted a rock near the edge of the line. Picked it up with trembling hands.

And before anyone could move—

Crack.

Crack.

He slammed it into his own skull.

The screams came instantly.

The girl who’d called his name collapsed, sobbing, as others turned away, unable to watch.

You couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak.

This wasn’t just a scare tactic.

The game was real.

And it was cruel.

“I wanna go home!”

The freshman sobbed, her voice cracking. Her eyes were wide, too innocent—too young for this.

Why was this happening?

Before you could process it, more people began to move. Panic had taken over.

Someone screamed, then another. And just like that—

They ran.

One after another, tearing across the boundary line like it wasn’t glowing with death.

Like they hadn’t just watched David die.

“Stop!” you yelled.

“Don’t go out there!” Stormi’s voice cracked with desperation.

Others joined in—faces you didn’t even know—but it didn’t matter.

They didn’t care.

Not one bit.

One girl made it three steps past the line before collapsing.

A guy hit the ground, convulsing.

Another bashed his head against the fence post until it split.

Screams.

So many screams.

You clutched Stormi’s arm, breathing hard. The sound of death was starting to feel… normal.

And that terrified you more than anything else.

-

“Is anyone’s phone working?” Jana asked, staring down at her screen like it might suddenly change. Her voice was small, barely cutting through the weight in the air.

People around her checked.

One by one, they shook their heads.

No signal. No bars. No Wi-Fi. Nothing.

Someone tried dialing anyway—just to try. It didn’t even ring.

Jana let out a shaky breath. “They’ve cut us off.”

You looked around. Dozens of students. Shaking. Crying. Staring into space.

And not one of them had a way to call for help.

“They planned this,” Stormi whispered. “Every part of it.”

The silence that followed was worse than the screams.

A sharp voice broke the silence.

“This is bullshit,” Dylan snapped, eyes wild as he stepped forward. “Someone here knows what’s going on.”

Heads turned.

“No one just sets up some death game without help. You really think this is all random?” He pointed at the cameras overhead. “Someone in this group is in on it.”

“Dylan, don’t—” someone tried to calm him, but he wasn’t hearing it.

“No. I’m not dying in this place because we trusted the wrong person. Think about it—what if one of you signed up for this? Or got offered something to play along?” His eyes darted around the group like he was ready to pounce.

People started murmuring. Shifting uncomfortably.

Stormi stepped in front of you slightly—protective. “No one here wants this. We’re all stuck.”

“You don’t know that,” Dylan shot back. “What if this ‘game’ has roles we don’t know about? What if someone’s job is to keep us scared and confused?”

Then he looked straight at you.

“You’ve been quiet, Rose. Why is that?”

Your heart dropped.

Everyone was watching.

And suddenly, being the Police Officer didn’t feel like a strength anymore—it felt like a target.

You seen from the corner of your eye, Paige and Azzi stand up. Like they were ready to defend you. Fight for you.

But you had it.

You took a step forward, eyes locked on Dylan.

“Quiet?” you repeated, your voice steady. “I’ve been quiet because I’m thinking—something you clearly haven’t been doing.”

A few heads turned. Dylan’s smug look faltered.

“You wanna start pointing fingers? Go ahead. But screaming and throwing blame around isn’t gonna save anyone. In fact—” you took another step closer—

“—that’s exactly what they want us to do. Tear each other apart before they even lift a finger.”

Dylan opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off.

“You’re not a hero. You’re scared like the rest of us. But don’t mistake panic for leadership. We don’t need a loud mouth—we need a plan.”

Silence.

Even Stormi blinked like she hadn’t expected that.

Dylan looked like he wanted to say something else—but he didn’t.

He stepped back.

And for the first time since this all started… people were looking at you for what to do next.

Dylan scoffed, but didn’t say another word. He looked away, jaw clenched.

The tension in the air hung for a moment longer, then slowly started to settle. People backed off, eyes shifting elsewhere, conversations picking up in quiet murmurs again.

Stormi leaned in close to you, her voice low. “Okay, damn. You didn’t have to eat him like that.”

You gave a small shrug. “He asked for it.”

You weren’t trying to lead. You didn’t want that weight. You just weren’t going to let someone drag your name through the mud when people were already dying.

Let them look to someone else for plans. You were focused on staying alive—and figuring out who was lying.

And with your role…

You were already seeing more than most.

You drifted toward the edge of the group, away from the noise and the stares. Stormi followed, staying close but not saying much. She knew your silence wasn’t retreat—it was focus.

The ability had activated before. Quiet. Subtle. No one could see it happen but you.

And now—it buzzed in your head again. A soft pulse, like something calling your attention.

Your eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on someone near the back. Quiet. Watching. Not saying much.

Jaida.

Then, right beside her name in your mind—like a label only you could see:

Occupation: Mafia.

Your stomach dropped.

No way.

She was the one who ran first, told people to head outside. Had she known what would happen? Was it a setup?

You didn’t say anything. Not yet.

But your hand found Stormi’s sleeve and gave it a slight tug.

She looked at you, brows raised.

You just whispered, low enough that only she could hear:

“I saw something.”

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[wingsfanforpaige]

they lost because azzi wasn’t there🙄🙄🙄🙄kidding haha actually bc wtf goes on through the coach’s head. like i can’t even fathom. paige played so good tn and im so proud but im tired of the “sharing the ball” strategy bc obviously it’s not working in their favor. and arike needs to learn that she’s not the #1 point maker anymore so learn to pass the ball when you’ve missed your last 5 shots

[basketball-lesbians]

ok ik her shots aren't falling super well but why is NOBODY passing to Azzi rn?? wtf

[lexipoo]

Azzi has 1 field goal attempts at the half 😳😭 And her only attempt came from when there was 3 seconds before the 1st half ended

Just now checking in and wtf???

Has she been getting open looks or is no one passing to her?

[fieldofdaisiies]

Hi omg I dont know wtf is wrong with me but I had a dream that feyre and azzy were a thing behind rhys's back and i just neeeeeeed someone to write this as either a smut fic or fluff fic cuz i would do no justice to this whatsoever. If its too weird i love it. Just like oof so much angst and forbidden love AHHHH. Im completely sober too.

Only if you have time tho

Hahahahah of course. I had no idea Feyzriel was a thing but here we go haha. Hope you like how it turned out.

Feyzriel | My Heart is Yours

type: fluff  warning(s): allusions to sex, curse words word count: 802 words 

*all right reserved*

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It had all happened after another flying lesson. And it had all happened so fast. One moment Feyre had tumbled, threatening to fall down to the ground. The next moment the spymaster had caught the High Lady in his strong arms.

Azriel had cradled her to his chest, held her tightly, inhaled her scent. Their gazes had locked, they had been breathing the same air, staring into each other's eyes. Their need had stretched out between the two of them. His scarred had been placed in her hair, holding her gently while lowering them to the ground.

The spymaster had carried his High Lady softly and carefully, before neither could stand the tension any longer.

It had been messy and wild, right on the forest ground. But their need and longing had been too strong, too much to shut it down. They had clawed at each other until enough clothes had been removed for them to come together.

Their mouths connected, their tongues wanting to taste the other’s. The sought each others company, yearning for each other's touch. They had been longing for so long, finally given the time and place to fulfill their deepest desire. It was ravishing and rough, teeth colliding, tongues fighting for dominance, skin moving against skin. Tow souls that had been yearning for the other finally connected when their two bodies came together on the ground of the large forest. On the ground that was covered in pebbles, leaves and pine needles. But neither had seemed to care.

Maybe the Cauldron had been wrong? Those soft touches here and there, the stolen glances couldn’t have been misinterpreted. Neither could have the kisses. Those short and quick stolen pecks they had shared when they had passed each other, when they had been out of sight. The two of them had always lived in fear of being discovered, but their feelings for each other had just been too strong. They had been terrified of what would happen if it had been revealed. They could not tell anyone, it would break the High Lord and break apart the whole Inner Circle–the Night Court.

There was something between the two of them, a connection, a need.

Never had they gone further than those kisses. Until that day. That day had changed everything. The longing had gotten too much, the longing to finally claim the other had been too strong. The shadowsinger wanted the High Lady and vice versa. The had questioned the Cauldron's decision a long time ago – it had simply been wrong.

What they were doing was also wrong. Azriel betrayed his brother, Feyre her mate.

Azriel was panting heavily when he rolled onto his side, off the High Lady and smacked a hand over his sweaty forehead.

"I am sorry," he breathed, his voice weak.

Feyre exhaled loudly, her back pressing into the pine needles and pebbles. She rolled onto her side and moved her hand over Azriel's chest, over his heart. "Don't apologise, Az. I am not innocent in this either."

"We fucked up," Azriel said, but placed his hand over his High Lady's. "What if Rhys finds out?"

"He won't find out. When I get home I will immediately bath and wash of your scent. Don't blame yourself, Azriel. We just followed our heart."

The spymaster closed his eyes, his scarred hand squeezing Feyre's when he inhaled a deep breath and turned his head to the side. He opened his eyes. The High Lady was already looking at him, her gaze filled with so much love and understanding. Azriel leaned over and kissed her nose. "We followed our hearts. And mine is fully yours."

"And mine yours, Azriel," Feyre breathed, tipped her head back and pecked the shadowsinger's lips. A beautiful and content smile appeared on Azriel's face when he took in his High Lady. Damp strands of hair curled around her beautiful face, a thin film of sweat coating her skin, her cheeks rosy, her lips bruised.

"Still I betrayed my brother. The one person that had always been there for me. That saved me back then."

Feyre's hand moved up Azriel's throat, to his jaw and she placed it on his cheek. "I know. We eventually have to tell him. Put the cards on the table, we cannot forever keep this a secret."

"It will break him, Wreck him," Azriel said and swallowed the lump in his throat.

"We cannot keep it a secret. It wouldn't be fair," Feyre argued and lay her brows in folds. Azriel dipped his chin and moved a hand over Feyre's. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her palm.

"We come up with a good plan first and then tell him."

A small smiled appeared on the High Lady's face and she nodded. "Yes, we will do that."

[gaylittleinnkeepers]

azzie watches naruto— episode 5

Oh No Oh Fuck

(notes: NOTHING)

every time i watch the opening i die when narutos like “CAWM ONNN”

also the part it says “in fighting and in love” it shows sasuke with naruto so in conclusion i think thats gay

ah right i forgot the last ep ended with murder

kakashi getting mowed down

SUCK it was a LOG

sasuke is a monkey-?

sakura being obsessed with sasuke is scary

OH NO DID SHE GET KILLED

she looks mind controlled

THIS IS A DREAM RIGHT

SASUKES DYING AHAHAHAHA

kakashi likes to freak out girls lmao

sakura honey, this is where simping gets you~

SASUKE GOT A HITTT GOOD JOBB

but he dint get no bell uh uh

“THERES NO TIME TO READ MAKEOUT PARADISE”

sakura…stahp…

NARUTO its a trap isnt it? the lunch

oh fucc sasuke got that chakra

OH FUCC

HES LIKE A DAMN SKYRIM DRAGON

kakashi’s exactly like gabriel agreste in adriens life

*always disappearing*

sasuke became a sand mermaid god bless

aw kakashi gets to read makeout paradise <3

NARUTOS LITTLE “EHEHE” IS JUST SO FUNNY I CANNOT

sakura- SAKURA NO

sasuke is such an oblivious bean i-

sakura’s inner demon is back! love of my life

OHOHO IS SHE TRYNA OUTWIT HIM

omg sasukes demon guy looks like a twelve kizuki lmao

TIMES UPP YALL FAILED

“all i did was lay unconscious???” wahaha

YESS ITS SAKURAS INNER DEMON <3

fucking WHAT KAKASHI

this is some fucking brutal honesty

OWO LORD LESBIANNNB!!!

s q u i r t s

SASUKE STOP TRYNA KILL HIM OMG

“sASukE kUnNNnNnNnnn!!!!”

oh theyre supposed to work together

ITS CALLED FOUND FAMILY YOU FOOLS

B R A I N L E S S

SAKURA IS SMORT

kakashi calling out sakura’s simping lmao

KAKASHI WAT

wtf

OH HES KIDDING LOL

kakashi is sadistic as fuck istg

THE DEAD NINJAS

naruto you want ur name on there now???? huh????????

ohohoho extra chance??? noice

LMAO “dont let naruto have any”

IRUKAAAAA

LESBIANNNN

ive decided that iruka is also a lesbian OwO

imagine if naruto still had diarrhea

AHAHA SASUKE THATS GAY

“here have my lunch <3” THATS SO GAY CMON

sakura having troubles giving lunch is funnee

naruto simping zenitsu style

OH NO KAKASHI IS HERE FOR MURDER

OH NOEEEEE

rip team seven god bless

SQUAD GOALS OMGGG

OMG THEY PASSED YEAHHHHHH

thats cute ngl

kakashi like “i like these lil rats ima keep em”

SAKURAS PRECIOUS LITTLE SMILE I CANT

SASUKE SMILED WAAA

naruto being a sailor moon character lmaoo

YESSSSSS SAKURAS DEMON I LOV

@mantabanter THERE WE GOOO! this was such a wacky episode i cant. i loved it sm tho

like i am already in love with these idiots and its been FIVE EPISODES-

anyway watch out for ep 6!! soon!! (i need to write a bunch of shit)

oH and i finally made imogen’s team- theyre called team zeila hehehe

[hiis-theme]

Narra!Chara Headcanons

General

-Frisk is eight or ten-years-old, while Chara was thirteen when they died and ten when they fell down.

-Asriel was a year younger than Chara, being twelve when he died.

-Chara died on their birthday. :c

-Chara’s biologically female and Frisk is biologically male, but they both use they/them pronouns.

Onto specific headcanons!

Specific

(Note: this is only going over the True Pacifist route. I might make a Genocide route version later, we’ll see)

-Chara was kinda out of it until Frisk hit Flowey’s “friendliness pellets” and they both took soul damage.

-When Toriel didn’t acknowledge them that was when they realized that they were a ghost. Frisk comforted them and Chara was confused for a second or two, but just went along with it.

-Both of them share about the same sense of humor and that’s part of the reason they became so close.

-Napstablook, Mad Dummy and Mettaton can all see Chara (Napstablook acknowledges his check text, and Mad Dummy gets cotton on the dialogue box). Mettaton just doesn’t acknowledge Chara as to not appear insane on TV.

-Serious Mode activates during fights with the Dreemurrs and Sans - the reason for the Dreemurrs is because Chara knows that this is important, and also because they’re too confused about why their family’s attacking (“Mom’s trying to kill Frisk to keep them from leaving??” “DAD HAS KILLED FRISK LIKE FIVE TIMES!!!” “Azzie wtf you have like God knows how many souls right now.”).

-In the Toriel fight, the “...” flavor text after she stops attacking is because Chara doesn’t know what to say - they’re overwhelmed with emotion.

-Same with the Asgore fight. They’re overwhelmed with emotion and maybe a little anxious too.

-In the Asriel fight, the flashback is Chara showing Frisk their memories through their soul bond.

-Lots of things confused Chara. 

    -The calendar date in New Home was still the day they arrived, does that mean that it was still 201X? How much time had passed since they came? When they expressed confusion about this, Frisk told them it was 202X, and that made Chara even more confused.

     -Who the heck is this Alphys person? Where did these skeletons come from? Where did this fish lady come from? WHEN DID METTABLOOK GET A BODY?!!?!!?

     -“The underground’s confusing now...” “I’m sure it was confusing before.” “Yeah, but where did all of these new people come from?!” “The reproductive cycle?” “... Frisk you’re like eight.” “So?” “I hate you.” “Love you too Chara.”

-When Flowey calls Frisk using his God of Hyperdeath Asriel voice Chara can barely narrate without breaking down, as shown by the double spacing and slow printing of the text.

(best quality image I could find)

-The whole Asriel fight is an emotional roller-coaster for Chara, they can’t say anything jokey or anything, just what’s honestly happening.

-They were terrified throughout the Omega Flowey fight just like “great googly moogly it’s all gone to shit”. Frisk was terrified too but Chara was kinda conked out so they had to do it themselves.

-Since they share a soul, Chara can take control of Frisk’s body. On the Pacifist Route it’s not that powerful, but sometimes Chara does fights for Frisk when they’re too tired or something. It usually results in lots of “WHAT THE F#CK”s.

-When Chara has control of Frisk’s body, their hair becomes a more chocolatey color and their eyes are a blood red color, as opposed to Frisk’s which are 1) always closed and 2) brown.

-In short Frisk and Chara are besties and Frisk, Chara and Asriel are all three besties once the latter two are saved.

[lliinnkk]

Death-Life - Crazy Girls, Crazy Flowers

Mom?! Wha?! What’s Mom doing here?! And where is here?! What happened to Asriel?! Did the plan fail?! How badly?! Is everyone okay?! Am I the only one dead?! Argh! One mind has too much to worry about!

But right now, Mom is here and if she sees me dead, she will freak! There’s no way I’m letting her see me! As fast as my feet can carry me and as quiet as humanly possibly, I ran back to that weird Chara Copy, which was lying on the ground with a large Boulder on top of it, still unconscious. One finds oneself to be stomping around on the grass to attract attention numerous times in one’s daily life. My ghosty feet aren’t actually affecting the grass in any way, but it makes a sound as if I’m stamping on it.

“Ugh! Okay, okay! I’m up! I’m up!” yelled the Copycat, with a cough and a sneeze. “Ugh! Clover, tell that old witch and her gang to stop that or I’ll throw ‘em in the river again!” Ooh! Maybe I underestimated this kid’s intelligence! Still, I continue to stomp around. This kiddo’s gotta get up! I’m not touching it with my ghosty hands!

Soon enough, kiddo’d had it up to here with my thumping and jumping - finally! - and, with a grunt and a growl, she managed to pry herself out of her 'stuck between a rock and a flowery place’ situation! “ARGH! VICTORIA!” she screamed. However, after failing to realise that I was not Victoria and was, in fact, a ghost, she charged at where the irritating sound had spawned from, only to fly straight through my ghosty body! This was not a nice sensation for either of us. We were both thrown backwards and were still shivering with discomfort by the time we’d managed to stand back up again. But, oh no, I ain’t letting this girl touch me again! Not after that! Her hands are so weird and it feels weird for her to walk through me like that! Tata, bitch!

After I ran through the archway before that weirdo saw me, I watched her confused face assessing her surroundings (probably wondering what was making the sound I made by jumping and stomping around), before shaking her head with a sigh and heading on. But, this time, there was someone in the room with us too - or rather, something! A flower. Nothing unusual there…except it has this stupid, cheeky face on him. Now that’s unusual. Even the kid thinks it’s unusual.

“Howdy!” it beamed. Oh. It talks. “I’m Flowey. Flowey the flower!” He really reminds me of my dad for some reason.

“Uh… H-hi, Flowey. Um…” the kiddo said, uneasily. Her face was a nice blend of fear and 'WTF is that thing?!’.

“Hmm… You’re new to the underground, aren'tcha? Golly, you must be so confused.” How is it constantly grinning?! “Someone ought to teach you how things work around here! I guess little old me will have to do.” Where’s my popcorn and 3D glasses?

“Ready? Here we go!” Flowey smiled, locking in on the weirdo’s soul. Yes! It’s the best when a monster demonstrates their magic! I remember when I was training Azzy in preparation for fighting the humans! When a monster is about to attack you, you know it, because you see your soul in front of you and you feel every beat of your heart. I loved seeing my soul, 'cause I have a red one, and Dad told me that if I have a red soul, I’m determined. Oh! The kid’s got a determined soul, too - a very confused and surprised determined soul at that!

“W-what?! What’s-?!” the child cried, absolutely befuddled at everything. Reminds me of my own first experience when being attacked by a monster.

Flowey giggled. “You see that heart? That is your soul, the very culmination of your being! Your soul starts off weak, but can grow strong if you gain a lot of LV.”

Wait, what?! LV?! That’s-! Um… So, I kinda forgot what it is…but I know it’s bad! So… Wait, what kind of monster are you, teaching weirdos to gain LV, huh? Everything was going fine until you mentioned that! If you’d have just gone on without mentioning that at all, it would be okay! But now look what you did! She’s intrigued now! She’s intrigued!

“LV?” asked the kid. “What’s that?”

“What’s LV stand for? Why, LOVE, of course!” He’s a manipulative, lying flower! Someone stop him!

“Oh! Th-that makes sense!” No, it doesn’t! Don’t listen to him!

“You want some LOVE, don’t you?”

“Oh, y-yes, please, Mr Flowey Sir!” Er, no thanks, Mr Pants On Fire!

“Don’t worry, I’ll share some with you!” He winked, with his tongue stuck out, an expression that was weirdly familiar, and he summoned a bunch of magical flower seeds and spun them around in the air. This can’t be good for the kid, who’s looking more excited than the sun at sunset. She 'oohed’ and 'ahhed’ at the show, like I did, every time I saw them use magic. “Down here, LOVE is shared through…little, white…'friendliness pellets’.” Errrrrr… The kid marvelled at his words. “Are you ready? Move around! Get as many as you can!”

Flowey’s 'pellets’ slowly floated towards the kid. The oblivious child obeyed his commands. She hesitantly stepped towards them. She held out her finger…

“Ow!” yelled the child, taking a step back as the bullets disappeared. Flowey grinned, but this grin was a lot less innocent than all his other friendly and welcoming grins.

“You idiot. In this world, it’s kill or be killed! Why would anyone pass up an opportunity like this?!” And within an instant, the kid was trapped in a circle of Flowey’s bullets. “Die.”

Flowey burst out into fits of maniacal laughter as the bullets closed in on the frightened child. The kid, stuck in the middle of all this, was mumbling the apologies and regrets of the dying. Looks like this is the end for poor, poor Chara Copy. She had her whole life ahead of her, but everything went out the window when she committed suicide to give her life to a precious flower. Farewell, little Chara!

But at the moment before the bullets could damage the kid, they all suddenly disappeared. The flower was whacked away by a small ball of fire.

Mom!

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azzie watches naruto — episode 4

Omg! Near Murder

(notes: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

i just realised they always have the same clothes on ALL THE FUCKING TIME ahaha

i just realised naruto and sasuke have a Deep Moment in the intro ahaha they should kiss (again)

naruto and sakura’s beef is something i live for

AHAHA DONK

n e wayz OOH PRETTY GUY

LMAOOO “i hate u”

ohoho kakashi

HE IS THE DRY ASS MOTHERFUCKER PEOPLE ALWAYS WARN ME ABOUT

rAmEnNnnNnNnn

sakura is also being a simp ahaha

sasuke is an emo ong

i think he and juleka would totally get along LMAOO SOMEONE DRAW THIS

sakura is such a hothead shed be perfect for imogen omg

kakashi i-

NARUTO CALM DOWNNN

*cue the taylor swift music*

new hc naruto listens to taylor swift

EXERCISE OF LOVE I CANNOT- SAKURA-

oh i always skip breakfast this would b easy (ish)

sasuke just looks good- all the time- wtf??

how does he do the hair??

yOuRe LaTeeEeeEeEe!!!

ding dong bells haha

theyre like catbells

oH i used to have an anklet with bells on it so my mum knew where i was at all times lmao

cause id always wander and get lost

k a k a s h i

a REAL ninja!!!

HOW COME THEY CAN ALK JUMP LIKE RLLY FUCKING HIGH WTFFF

ong its iruka sensei!! and lord lesbian!!

sasuke the bush

sakura the bush

naruto the- the boy-

G O O F

MAKE OUT PARADISE???????? WHAT KINDA BOOKS DOES KAKASHI READ OMG

naruto is literally as dramatic as my brother lmao

RIP NARUTO’S ASS AHAHAHAHAHA

its not a ninjutsu its just a stick up his ass

naruto just sinking to the bottom BISH SWIMMM

oh man kakashi is GOOODDD

KAKASHI HAS NEVER HAD ANYONE PASS- HE KILLED THEM???

kUsSSAA - thats what the demons in demon slayer always say hahaha

SHADOW CLONEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

kakashi’s slight eye widen ahaha

OOFFFFFF KAKASHI GETTING BEAT

NARUTO IS SUCH A SMARTASS AHAHA

GOOD BOIIII

OH FUCK HES GONEEE

wawwwww naruto i-

OOOO KAKASHI IS ALSO A SMARTASSSSSS

OWO KAKASHIIII

yOu FoOL

the way it translates to “i say!!” like how the old british men say it ahaha

@mantabanter ALL IN ALL, awesome episode! a bit drama heavy but i love drama so im drinking this juice yk yk

i made the, self insert naruto oc, shes seven and iruka is probably aged up to like 27 or something

single dad yk yk

shes a chaos ball, pretty much me (self insert FOR A REASON)

even tho shes half my age anyway

BYE