#Spy for the Lord Hehe

[sardonicfactory]

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[thelov3lybookworm]

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Summary: Rhysand thinks Azriel has become oldand deserves rest. And while Azriel loves his friend a lot, who the hell does he think he is telling Azriel what to do? The apprentice Rhysand has ordered Azriel to train isn't lessening his frustration either.

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Word count: 1697

Warnings: azzie being a thirsty teenager, reader being sassy, azzie deciding he wants to be a flirty lil hoe lol

A/n: JDVNJDMSNCSDMCN OMGGG I LOVE YALL SOO MUCH I CANT TELL YOU HOW HAPPY I AM RN 😭😭😭 as a thank you gift for you all being so nice and supportive of me for over a year now, i present to youuuu my first fir for the celebration week hehe hope you all enjoyyy 🤭

p.s: I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THIS HERE AS WELL EVEN THO I THINK IVE SAID THIS BEFORE IN PRIVATE TO MY WIFEY POO. @berryzxx THANK YOU MY LOVE MY LIFE FOR LISTENING TO ME RANT ABOUT ALL THE FICS I EVER WRITE BUT ALSO ESPECIALLY THE CELEBRATION FICS AND HELPING ME COME UP WITH IDEAS🥹

p.p.s: based on an indian song i used to listen t nonstop which me and berry concluded i should not have been listening to lmaooo like what even was that 😭

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"Any questions?"

Y/n shook her head, eyes fixed on the neat scribbles on the pristine white paper in her hands, going through the schedule handed to her for the tenth time.

"Perfect then," the high lord muttered, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the mahogany wood of the table in his office. "Be on time for your training, starting tomorrow. You know, my spymaster is a rule follower and hates tardiness."

Y/n dipped her head, finally meeting the glittering violet of her new employer, essentially.

She stood, knowing she was dismissed, and fell into a deep bow. "Thank you for this opportunity again, my lord. I might not be a shadowsinger, but I will prove to be an amazing spy."

"Looking forward to working with you, Y/n. Hope you will live up to your reputation."

As Y/n now stood in the training ring, sweat rolling down her body in rivulets, she wished she had asked Rhysand more questions about his spymaster. For starters, she should have asked if the male was a grown adult or a terrifying toddler.

Because by the way the high lord had sung praises in the illyrian’s name, talking about how patient, composed and kind he was, Y/n would have assumed he would be a pleasure to work with.

The overgrown manchild she had been training with was anything but.

As she stared into his hazel eyes, trying not to snap his pretty neck, Y/n wondered if he had serious personality disorder or he was going through some sort of mood swing. Because the male glaring down at her panting form was not the sweet, caring and soft spoken male Y/n had envisioned.

"You still have three laps left, and then hand to hand combat. Or are you as forgetful as you are untrained?"

Y/n straightened her back, her mouth shut tight as she released a frustrated breath through her nose. "I know how many laps are left, thank you very much. I am not old enough to forget things, especially not old enough to be replaced by someone better and younger."

His eyes flashed, his shadows thickening. The side of Y/n’s lips kicked up in satisfaction. Her remarks had found their mark. Without waiting for whatever words he was going to throw at her next, Y/n turned away, sprinting her way through the barely visible dirt path around the training ring.

He looked murderous the next time her eyes met his, but at least he wasn't yelling at her to speed up or your posture is shit.

Even though he put her through hell for the rest of the afternoon, it all passed in a blur, because the moment he turned away from her, his hands flicking in a dismissive gesture, she stalked over to the water station and gulped down two glasses of water.

In that moment, only she existed, the glass attached to her mouth and her parched throat weeping with joy.

Mother, thank you for giving us mere peasants water.

When she was done, she moved to retrieve her jacket discarded near the exit, only to find Azriel still present, now conversing in furious whispers with the Warlord.

Y/n had no interest in engaging with them, and by the way the general glanced at her, worry written all over his face, she knew he would try to corner her.

Swiftly, she picked up her jacket, slung it over her shoulders and began retreating towards where the two illyrians stood, hoping to sneak out of the space they weren’t blocking off when she heard their low voices.

"Still, you’re being too harsh Azriel-"

"If she wanted to be a spy for Rhys, she has to go through this training-"

"She’s already trained to be a spy, Az. quit being an asshole."

"If this is too hard for her and if she is going to go cry about it, then she doesn’t deserve this position."

Y/n stopped and turned to look at the bastard, who had the audacity to stare back with his eyebrows raised.

"Yes?" He grumbled, impatience rolling off him in waves, as if he couldn’t wait to be out of her presence.

She let her eyes wander as she studied the illyrian with the red siphons, then back to Azriel. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Rhys has already discussed the time with you, has he not?"

"Aww, no need to get snappy, princess. I’m just making sure you are not backing out." she pouted, fluttering her lashes before turning away, grinning in triumph at the way his face turned red in anger.

Oh, was she going to have pleasant dreams tonight.

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Azriel’s pov.

It had been a week since the fae female started training under Az, and he was beginning to lose hope.

He had put her through as much turmoil as he could, both mentally and physically. Still, she seemed determined to work for Rhys.

Maybe she only cared to prove Az wrong and stay, maybe she just wanted to annoy the fuck out of him.

Whatever the reason, she was resilient.

He put her through hours upon hours of gruelling work in the afternoon heat, yelled at her every chance he got, tried to get under her skin when he knew she would be most tired and likely to snap, put her through every torturous and unnecessary task under the sun. But still, she did not snap once.

Not once did Azriel think she was going to leave, not once did she threaten to leave, not once did she go to Rhys to ask him whether her training was supposed to be this gruelling when she was already trained from Prythian’s best spy training institution.

He was not going to pretend it did not make him respect her. Day by day, his curiosity increased, he wanted to know why she was still training under him, even though he did everything he could to bully her away.

And he was not going to pretend like it did not make him want to get to know her, maybe get closer, because he could not remember the last time a female had piqued his interest to this level.

He could feel it.

Feel himself falling, but of course, like the thick skulled bastard he was, he refused to accept the fact that his respect for her resilience was more than just that.

Sure, she made him wish for a taste, but he was not going to admit that.

He could already hear her soft pants as he got closer to the training area, his lips lifting on the corners unconsciously.

She was standing opposite one of the training dummies, honed in on the battered thing. It seemed like everything else had ceased to exist, like she couldn’t care less about anything going around her as she swung her sword at the dummy, again and again.

Her focus, the determination with which she trained even though her trainer wasn’t present…

It was hot.

She was hot.

She would probably have a sassy remark on her tongue if she knew the thoughts in his head, but she looked like she did not even realise he had arrived-

"Stop looking at my ass. And You’re late."

He glanced up, his eyes travelling slowly over her form as she turned to face him, her hands wrapped around the sword he had made her practice with yesterday. Her chest heaved, her shoulders moving along, the few strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail, that smug smile on her lips…

And her eyes. They shone with delight at having caught him being tardy.

Deep down, it warmed him, but on the surface, his lips shifted into a sneer.

"I think this is enough training-"

She let out a laugh. "What?"

He stared at her, unamused.

"Sorry, it’s just… Do you have a fever?"

He sighed as she stepped forward, slapping away the hand she reached out to touch his forehead.

"If you want to continue, I have no problems. Get started, twenty laps."

She smirked. "That’s more like it."

He stared at her, bewildered as she cackled, then stepped closer.

"I think it’s slipping, spymaster."

He blinked. "What’s slipping?"

She rolled to her tiptoes, her mouth dangerously close to his ear. It made shivers run down his spine as his eyes focused on the training dummy on the far end of the ring covered in long slashes, the filling spilling out in a few spaces.

"Your facade." She whispered, her hand coming to rest on the back of his neck.

He stiffened. "I don’t know what you mean-"

"Oh cut the crap spymaster, I see right through you."

Az turned his head to meet her gaze. "And what do you see?"

"I can see you, starting to like what you see."

It was like a cold breeze passed through the room, turning his body cold before his heat regulating system turned on again, making him feel hot all over.

"And what do I see?"

Azriel knew his game was over, knowing she knew he was beginning to like her, but he was not going to give in to her easily.

"Me. You see me, Azriel, and you like it." She stepped back, letting her hair loose as she manoeuvred around him. "Pity, you are not getting any of this. Not now, not anytime soon."

He turned on his spot, watching as she stalked away, and he knew damn well she was swaying her hips more than she usually does just to add salt to the wound.

Being a spymaster, he took note of the minute details, of course.

Before she vanished down the stairs, though, she turned to look at him. Her eyes roved leisurely over his figure, and when her eyes met his, she smirked, puckered her lips, blew him a kiss, and then sauntered off.

A challenge.

Azriel wasn’t known to be the most competitive person in the inner circle for no reason.

She had just challenged him, and Azriel would be damned if he lost.

He was going to win this one, and oh was he going to win spectacularly.

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[911buddieweek]

Buddie AU Bingo

It's here! I made this based on your responses about your favorite AU tropes.

Reminder: this is a casual event! You don't have to complete it. If you write just one, that is completely fine. If you write 6 for the same prompt? Great! If you mix 2 or more prompts together? Awesome!

In the boxes with a / between tropes, it means the tropes are too similar to have their own boxes - but you don't have to include both! You can just pick one to be able to tick it off.

There is now also a collection up on AO3!

Trope explanations:

Different firehouses - Both Buck and Eddie are firefighters, but they are not working at the same firehouse

Social media - anything to do with (meeting on) social media

Sports - doesn't matter if it's professional or amateur or casual, sports is included

Not a firefighter - often this is used with one character not being a firefighter and the other is still a firefighter. But you can also do both not as a firefighter if you want

What-if/canon divergence - this follows canon, except there is one (major) difference. How big that is is up to you!

Bodyguard - one is the bodyguard for the other

Roommates - they share the same house/apartment or share a dormroom

Omegaverse - alpha/beta/omega dynamics, this doesn't necessarily have to be smut by the way!

Coffee shop/Cafe/Bakery - these three felt similar enough to combine them in one box. They could either meet there or one of them works there

Neighbors - they live in the same street or apartment building. Or maybe you want to change it up and they're neighbors in a different way, like assigned parking spots, rooms at a hotel or campus, or maybe just locker neighbors

Supernatural/fantasy/mythological creatures: anything not human! For example, but not limited to: werewolves, vampires, demigods, fae, mermaids, sirens, etc.

Library/bookstore/author - these also felt similar enough to be included in one box. It takes place in a library or bookstore or they just meet there, or one of them is an author

Fighter Eddie - could be about streetfighting or maybe he is a boxer/mma fighter, or maybe you find a different way he could be a fighter

Royalty/historical - either in a royal setting (doesn’t have to be king or prince, lords etc can be counted too - hehe, get it? Count?) Or in a historical setting (Idk how far counts as historical. Maybe given their canon birth years at least pre 1970s?)

Meet cute - they have a different first meeting, but it's memorable. Usually meet cutes use cliché/cheesy tropes that make you smile, but sometimes a meet cute is actually a very awkward one 😂

Superheroes/villains/criminals - doesn't have to be with superpowers! Could be vigilantes as well. I just didn't have enough space to add it haha.

Hospital - could be one or both of them are a nurse or a doctor, or maybe they're both patients

Famous - one, or both, are famous

Based on another show/movie/book - either taking the plot and putting Buddie into it, or just basing it on that show's vibes and making your own plot for Buddie. You can also do a crossover if you want!

Teatcher(s)/PTA - maybe one or both are a teacher, or they're both PTA dads. PTA stands for parent teacher association (i definitely did not think the a was for alliance or anything...)

Army - one or both are in the army, or in Buck’s case was. Often it's written with one of them out on tour and the other in LA. Or it takes place while they are in the army. It can be whatever you want!

Spy/assassin/secret agent - secretive stuff!

Coworkers in a different career - maybe they both work an office job, or they are colleagues in a grocery store, or they're both cops, any other career is optional

Enemies or rivals to lovers - this usually means they dislike each other first or stand on opposite sides of something but they fall in love anyway.

If you have any questions, let me know!

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Battle

Pairing: Rhysand x Reader

Summary: You and Rhys talk things out after he refuses to let you go into hybern war.

A/N: hehe First Rhysand fic. I love this. Also I'm so bad at writing titles you guys I swear. Please tell me a better title so I can change this one.

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"Are you kidding me?!" You yell the second you enter Rhysands tent, knowing full well the anybody outside can easily here but you don't care.

"You ordered Azriel not to send me out?" You were in the middle of a battle and apparently you High Lord had told his shadowsinger not to give his second in command any assignment.

It only fuled your anger when he answered without looking at you,"Yes I did."

"Do you realize how embarrassing that was for me?"

"Embarrassing?"

"Yes!"

"That's what you're thinking about? How embarrassing it was for you?" His displeasure clear in his voice.

"Yes! Everyone had positions, everyone had tasks and I was just standing there with nothing as my Spymaster told me to stay back because the High Lord ordered him so." The mock in you voice makes him look at you, finally leaving the papers.

"I didn't sent you because I don't want to endanger you. I don't want be on that battle field and worry about you every second. I don't want to be wondering if you are safe or laying there in the pile of bodies where I probably wouldn't be able to find you. So I apologise, if it embarrasses you to stay where you are safe but I wont-," His voice cracks. "I can't see you in danger."

Oh.

The realisation flared your eyes and you look down in an attempt of hiding you surprise.

The two of you had been kind of a pair before he got stuck under the mountain. You loved him, still do but never told him because how can a High Lord love a mere spy like yourself. The two of you were clearing interested in each other before you got the news that he is stuck with Amarantha.

You wanted to go after him, to save him but Azriel had strictly denied you to do so. And when he finally came back, after fifty years, you thought maybe he had moved on. There was no way he could still be interested in the same person after five decades, only you were stupid enough to do so.

So you didn't do anything about it, only keeping things strictly profession after he came back. Until now.

The two of you were silent for a few minutes before he sighed and said in a tone a lot calmer than before,"I'm sorry I shouldn't have talked to you like that."

He puts in hands one his face, resting his elbows on the desk table in front of him, refusing to look at you anymore. You don't know what to say, so you just say the first thing that comes into your mind.

"I thought you and Ferye were..." You trail off, wincing as he looks at you, his expression making you regret your words.

"No, no. We are just allies, that's all. Friends maybe but not anything more." He looks physically ill at the thought of them together and your lips curl upward a little. He then again looks down, can't seem to look at you for more than a minute.

You slowly walk upto him, standing beside him and turning him around by his shoulders to look at you. "Rhysand, I understand that you fear for me but I'm Azriel's second, I can look after myself. I mean being the Spymaster's second has to mean that I'm good at surviving, right?"

His violet eyes look for your reaction as he gently tugs you to him, when you dont push him away, he hugs you. You now stand between his legs, him sitting gives you a small advantage of hieght and he rests his forehead to your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist, he sighs. "I just don't want to lose you."

His voice melts you, sounding so small and vulnerable, turning every thought in your head about him. Your hands lift to wrap around him too, one resting on his shoulders and the other gently running fingers through his silky hair.

"I'm going to be alright, Rhysand. You are too, we are going to need every help we can get in this war. And I can't just sit hear worrying about you all, while you go fight for your life out there. I'm a big girl, Rhys, I can handle myself."

He sighs and you know you've won this argument. He lifts his head to look at you with the most serious expression he can master and says,"Fine. But if something happens to you out there, I'm bringing you back, screaming and kicking, even on my shoulder if you don't listen. I'll even tie you to the bed if I have to."

"Promise?" You smirk.

His eyes narrow,"Yes and I'll fuck you senseless after as a punishment for not listening to me."

You laugh, silently agreeing because you're looking forward to doing that either way.

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A/N: I imagine Spring Court as a beautiful piece of land, an ideal setting for fairy tales and that's why 'fairy tale' is the main topic of the fictions for this year's Tamlin week. There's everything from sweet, naïve romance to retellings, so I hope you will find something that suits your taste

(Btw, it's my first time participating in this event hehe)

Organized by @tamlinweek

Day 1: Forgiveness/Change

Once upon a time (Tamlin x reader) Y/N is an ordinary girl, dreaming about the Fae Lord of Spring from her favorite story, until one day chased by wolves she crosses over the ancient Wall and finds out that the fairy tale is real. The man of her dreams is imprisoned in a beast form, enchanted by neverending slumber and Y/N has unique opportunity to try to save him

Day 2: Dark spring/Spring mythology & celebrations

Tale of the Spring (Tamlin x reader) On a rainy day, your mate has a lovely idea how to spend the day. Enjoy an indoor picnic with Tamlin and learn more about his Court and its most beautiful places

Day 3: Polycus & platonics/Worship

Beyond the veil of mist (Tamlin x forest fairy reader) Accidentally entering the forest forbidden even for the High Lord, Tamlin meets mysterious forest fairy who lives there and, in just a few minutes, befriends her enough to invite her to live in his manor. Their friendship runs so deep that to the others they appear to be lovers, but what happens when Lucien comes to visit and confronts his former friend?

Day 4: Powers/Hair

Drunken games (Tamlin x Lucien) When two drunken males play games, even the silliest idea can turn into an interesting situation

Day 5: Biting/Chest

Beyond the veil of mist II (Tamlin x forest fairy reader) Encouraged by Lucien, Y/N tries to make Tamlin admit his feelings for her

Day 6: Spy/Warband

Stay alive Short story about how Tamlin's life in warband began

Day 7: Free Day/Crossovers & AU

Across the time (Boss Tamlin x employee reader) Starting a new stage of life as a working adult, you follow your heart and get employed in a company run by a man whose violin performance touched you years ago. And very soon, you find out that your boss isn't just handsome, he is also very kind and attentive. However, his special treatment has a good reason. Do you want to know what is he hiding?

A/N: I struggle with summaries. I'm never certain what to write

[hubernies]

Yes. Please. The Hubernie fandom on tumblr would be most appreciative.

it took me an embarrassingly long time to answer this because I kept starting to answer and then getting distracted, but, I’m gonna try now!

(This anon is referring to me asking if there’s interest in hearing my hubernie HCs in what was at the time the year of our lord 2024 and now it’s 2025 and it’s even more embarrassing that I’m still stuck on these bozos but here we are)

Here are some hubernie HCs that are not particularly groundbreaking or interesting but nevertheless spark joy

They have Work Gloves too. Like, you see them wearing their regular ones—Hubert’s are white and Bernadetta’s are yellow and purple. But when they’re at Work they both wear black ones. Specifically black leather gloves (easier to clean).

Their ending states Bernadetta works at Hubert’s right hand in the shadows. From this I infer she’s also co-running the spy ring. I imagine Bernadetta contributes a lot of people smarts to their work. Sometimes Hubert uses this for diplomacy but more often than not he uses it as a way for them to guess what a frightened target is going to do so they can corner them faster. They’re a very effective team.

They are both nobles, and Bernadetta in particular is very wealthy. However I think they still cook their own meals. Bernadetta canonically loves to cook, and I think Hubert would like to have a way he can be of service to her. It makes him feel nice.

Related: Sometimes when it’s his night to cook, if Hubert fucks up the food and burns some of it he just gives her everything that’s not charred and eats the bits he ruined.

They like to sit next to each other on a loveseat and read their own things. Bernadetta is reading romance novels and Hubert’s reading Work Things, books on magical theory or tactical theory, or books on poisons. However he does like to read the romance over Bernie’s shoulder when he thinks she’s not looking. He tells himself it’s so he can learn more about what she finds romantic/sexy but in truth he actually kind of likes it. Even if he calls it schmaltz.

Hubert tries really hard sometimes to be romantic for her but often fumbles spectacularly. However he’s quite good at it when he is not trying or is really flustered. He can never do it on purpose.

In the original Japanese, Hubert calls her Lady Bernadetta, and calls Edelgard Master Edelgard. As a result I usually write Hubert calling Bernie “Lady Bernadetta,” even after they get married. Sometimes he calls her name without the Lady attached but there are exactly Two Situations that call for this.

They have a greenhouse absolutely full of poisonous plants. It’s one of Hubert’s favorite spots to sit on a bench and enjoy her company.

Hubert uses magic to light fires for the fireplace or candles sometimes. Whenever he does this, if Bernadetta does something that makes his heart race, the fire gets brighter or hotter. Sometimes he has to ask her to stop so he can extinguish the fireplace/blow the candles out or else he’ll burn their castle down.

According to their ending they primarily reside in Varley. I imagine that they go to Enbarr for work a few times a year for a couple weeks at a time and when they do, they stay in Vestra Towers, which has been Hubert’s residence since he was young. In Varley, Hubert had the castle ripped apart from the inside and redone entirely, so it wouldn’t look like where his wife grew up.

I can post spicier ones too if there’s a Market for such a thing hehe but I hope this sparks joy!

[autumnshighlady]

I've Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 18)

NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER

summary: it's time to meet Beron

warnings: Night Court slander, anti Rhysand, MENTIONS OF R*PE/SA, BRIEF SA IMPLICATIONS (nothing graphic but it's still icky)

word count: 5.9k

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE

a/n: things are picking up again! more plottwists and turns hehe, i hope you enjoy this chapter!

feedback is appreciated, just no hate pls! these are just my opinions, i’m more curious to see how you all like the writing and characterization and storylines!

part 1 // part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 / part 12 / part 13 / part 14 / part 15 / part 16 / part 17 / 

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Your wrists were sweating beneath the cuffs that adorned your wrists. Every inch of your body trembled, remembering the last time you had been chained up. It was necessary, you reminded yourself. Beron had to see you as a prisoner, as much as you hated that role you needed to look the part.

The servants had put you in a tattered gown and covered your skin in smears of dirt and grime. You looked very convincing, almost too convincing. Every time you glanced down at yourself, that cold, familiar feeling washed over you - the one that made your heart stop beating for a split second and left you wondering if you were back in Rhysand’s dungeons. The servants’ eyes were sympathetic as they tied the gag around your mouth as gently as possible, quietly offering you words of comfort through your tears.

Nesta and Eris were already in the throne room with Beron. They had been in there for a few minutes, but it had felt like hours. Two of Eris’ personal guards stood on either side of you - Saeros and Ivar were their names, they had politely informed you. You wondered how many other people in the Autumn Court were secretly loyal to Eris rather than their current High Lord. At the very least, it gave you confidence that Eris’s succession would go smoothly.

Saeros, a tall male with long brown hair and a stern face gently squeezed your arm. It's time, he seemed to say. You nodded subtly, understanding. After a deep breath, you began thrashing wildly in their grip just as the heavy doors to the throne room swung open. You kicked and rocked back and forth, screaming through the gag. The guards held you firm, dragging you across the ground towards the throne. You dared not sneak a glance to the right side of the bottom steps, knowing Nesta and Eris stood there. You focused on your performance, putting up a hell of a fight. Eventually, you ended up on your knees right before the bottom of the throne stairs. You forced your eyes upwards and were met with the sneering face of Beron Vanserra.

His slender face was twisted in a mix of disgust and glee. Ageing brown hair was too slicked back, reminding you of a snakeskin. His eyes were so dark brown they were basically black - bottomless dark voids of hatred that knew new bounds. A golden crown sat upon his head, a bright red jewel in the centre of it. Bony fingers gripped the sides of his throne, knuckles white. He was sizing you up like you were his next meal, and you tried not to squirm underneath his gaze.

“Consider this your Autumn Equinox gift from me, father.” Eris’s smug voice filled the room as the guards removed your gag. “One of Rhysand’s spies, (Y/N), was found at the border. She claims she’s fleeing from him, and is seeking sanctuary.”

Beron’s eyes gleamed even more. “Is that true?”

You gulped, forcing yourself to shake slightly in fear. “Yes, my Lord.”

“And why would you be running away from your master?” The male sneered. “I don’t believe it for a second, girl. For all we know, he sent you here to spy on us.”

“He did not.” You let the tears you had summoned fall down along your cheeks. “I swear by the Mother, my Lord.”

Beron rolled his eyes and huffed. He turned to Eris as if you were no longer there. “Why did you even bother bringing her here, boy?” He growled at his son. “This is not my problem. Send her back to Rhysand, or just kill her and be done with it. I couldn’t care less.”

“I have intel.” You blurted out, remembering the angle Eris had told you to play. “Valuable intel that could change everything. I will tell you everything I know if you give me sanctuary. Please, my Lord, I beg you.”

Something in Beron’s gaze shifted, as he seemingly contemplated the weight of your words. He paused for a moment before speaking. “You’re not from the Night Court originally, are you?” You opened your mouth to speak, but the High Lord cut you off before you could form any words. “I’ve been around long enough to tell which court someone belongs to, girl. The Night Court stench that clings to you is not very strong, so you clearly haven’t been there long. You stink of flowers, so I assume it is the Spring Court you originate from?”

“Yes, my Lord.” Your eyes burned into the floor, and it took all your willpower not to glance at Eris and Nesta. They were so close, yet so far away.

“And how does a girl from the Spring Court end up as one of Rhysand’s spies, only to flee from him less than a year into the job?”

“My father was one of Tamlin’s closest advisors. When Hybern came, I was the only one of my family to survive. My entire village was gone, so I wandered until one of Rhysand’s spies found me.” You decided to leave out that it was Lucien who found you. “They took me in and kept me prisoner, my only way to have a chance at living a life was to spy for them in return for my life being saved. I trained under the Spymaster, and was sent on several small missions to Spring. I hated it, and wanted out. But one day I overheard something…” You shook your shoulders, letting your voice trail off.

“Go on.” Beron snapped with little patience.

“Apologies, my Lord.” You continued. You could feel Nesta and Eris’s gazes burning into you as you put on a performance. “The Spymaster and Rhysand spoke of a weapon, a Made weapon. One that the High Lord could use to claim the title of High King and take over all of Prythian.”

Beron’s face went red with anger, and you resisted the urge to chuckle. His hands gripped the throne so tightly you were surprised it didn’t shatter. 

“Father, if Rhysand intends to seize that title–” Eris spoke up but was cut off.

“I’d sooner spend a thousand years being tortured in Hel before I kneel to that half-breed scum!” Spit was practically flying out of the High Lord’s mouth as he yelled, outraged. “I will slaughter him and his entire court before I let him take my own!”

You finally caught a glimpse of Eris as he left Nesta’s side and walked up the steps to his father. You willed your cheeks not to flush as you caught sight of him. His deep red tunic was clinging to his frame, a pattern suited for none other than royalty. His hair was pulled back in a simple braid, with a few loose jaw-length strands framing his face. Eris whispered something in his father’s ear, but he was so quiet even your fae hearing could not make out his words. Whatever he said worked, as he retreated back to Nesta’s side and Beron began to calm down. His face returned to its normal ashy colour as he settled back into his throne. 

“Now, why would Rhysand becoming High King make you run away?” Beron asked, all too calmly. “Surely you’d benefit from it, being a member of his court after all.”

“Because when he found out I knew, he imprisoned and tortured me.” You didn’t have to fake the tremor in your voice this time as you recalled the cold dungeon.

“And yet you got out.”

“They let me out to complete a mission, and I used it as an opportunity to run.”

Beron’s eyes narrowed, and fear churned in your gut. If he did not believe you, then this was all for nothing. You silently pleaded for help, yet you weren’t even sure to whom. All you could think of was keeping your racing heart from exploding out of your chest.

“She’s telling the truth, father.” Eris piped up, as if he had heard your pleas.

“And how do you know that?” The High Lord’s voice was dry and bored, which worried you even more.

“I noticed fresh wounds on her back when I found her.”

“Show me.”

At Beron’s command, Eris stepped towards you. You met his amber gaze, which was stone cold. It lacked the warmth that had been present a few hours ago in the dining room. This was the mask that Eris had worn for centuries. You had never quite gotten used to it, to how easily he slipped in and out of his guise.

Eris nodded at the guards, who turned you around so your back was facing the throne. Before you could register what was happening, the prince’s slender hands gripped the neckline of your dress from behind and pulled. A loud ripping sound echoed throughout the room as Eris pulled your dress in half, exposing your wounded back. Shame rushed through your veins as you felt the cold air on your backside, which was clearly on display to the High Lord now.

You whimpered, not entirely for show as embarrassment flooded your cheeks. Beron stared at you for what you thought was too long before the guards turned you back to face him. “He did a number on you, girl.” Beron chuckled humourlessly. You could tell by his tone that he almost admired the bloody artwork on your back. Beron Vanserra was no stranger to amusement from torture - that you knew.

“My Lord,” Nesta’s voice spoke up like music to your ears. “You called me in here to display my powers, did you not? May I suggest we get on with it?”

You tensed at Nesta’s brazen challenge. It was stupid to speak to the male in such a tone in his own throne room, and you half expected him to simply scoff and smite Nesta to ash right there and then. But instead, Beron simply huffed. “Very well. Impress me, Nesta Archeron, and I shall allow you to marry my eldest son. If not…”

He didn’t have to finish his sentence for it to be understood that it was a threat. For the first time, you glanced at Nesta. Her hair was neatly braided as usual, and she wore a dark red gown bearing the same pattern as Eris’s tunic. It had a high neckline and long sleeves, a thousand times more modest than anything in the Night Court. Yet it suited her, and brought about an elegance that enhanced her beauty even more.

Nesta only nodded, and the guards hauled you off to the side. Nesta took your place at the bottom of the throne, smoothing her skirts. For a second, her gaze fluttered to Eris, who gave her a reassuring nod. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. When she opened them again they glowed silver, and you noticed Beron sitting forward in his seat. Silver flames began to whorl around her fingertips, dancing like leaves in the wind as they scattered throughout the room.

Nesta’s entire body began to glow as more and more fire poured out of her. You glanced at Beron again, seeing panic in his eyes as the flames rushed towards him. They leapt over him like a wave, and it was only a few seconds before you felt another wall of silver fire headed towards you and your guards. Yet you did not feel any fear, only a deep sense of trust that whatever happened, Nesta’s flames wouldn’t hurt you. They cocooned around you, trapping you inside them but never touching you. Through the flickers, you could just make out the same thing happening to Eris, Beron, and everyone else in the room. Nesta had bathed the entire room in her silver fire, yet did not harm a soul. It was to exemplify control, to show Beron that she could manipulate the magic to do whatever she, or Beron, wanted.

The noise of the flames was not a harsh, crackling noise like most fires. It was soothing, like the tide of the ocean or the rush of wind on a summer’s eve. The flames danced and sang to you, a force so strong you could practically hear words emitting from them in an ancient tongue.

After a few moments, the flames retreated to Nesta’s side. Like a tsunami, they pulled in behind her glowing figure and arched over fifteen feet in the air. Everyone’s mouth was agape as the flames moulded and shaped themselves into a dragon’s head identical to Athariel’s. Nesta remained glowing at the base of the dragon’s neck, its head arching above her like a protective dog. She was completely and utterly still, as if her mind was both present and relieving the memories of an ancient god from a millenia ago at the same time.

You swallowed thickly, emotion overcoming you. Months ago, Nesta had been too afraid to summon even a flame. Now, here she was, shaping her fire into majestic serpents with full control over them. You were proud, but couldn’t help the pang in your chest. Nesta had faced so many challenges while you were stuck in a cell, unable to witness her growth. It was time you could never get back.

Without struggling, the silver flames retreated, fading into Nesta’s fingertips as they went out. When she opened her eyes again, they were their normal shade of grey. You looked around, expecting to see a room scorched. But there was no damage - the flames did not burn anything.

The room is utterly silent for a few minutes, Beron’s expression unreadable. Even Eris was shuffling on his feet, nervousness apparent. Finally, the High Lord spoke. “Consider me impressed, Nesta Archeron.” His voice was suspiciously kind, and both you and Eris blinked in surprise at the same time. “And consider yourself having my blessing for this marriage with my son.”

“Thank you, my Lord.” Nesta said, bowing her head.

“Wonderful.” Beron clapped his hands together. “We shall have the wedding in two months' time, and (Y/N)’s wedding the month after.”

Every bone in your body froze. “What?” Was all you managed to stutter through your dry throat.

Beron smiled, an unsettling gesture. “I accept your request for sanctuary in exchange for information, as the intel you provided is crucial in the survival of my court.” He said smoothly. “Yet you seem to have a habit of bouncing between courts, so I will assure that you remain here where I can keep an eye on you. You shall be marrying Melgorm, my second youngest son. You are from a respectable family, are you not? You should be honoured at the chance to marry someone from a royal bloodline.”

You glanced over at Eris, whose mask had fallen entirely. His face was one of pure horror, panic settling over his amber eyes. You weren’t sure if you were still breathing, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. You had heard stories of Eris and Lucien’s brothers, none of them good. 

“Have chambers prepared for the lady.” Beron ordered the guards. “You will all be staying here as wedding preparations are made. This meeting is over. Congratulations to the happy couples.” The High Lord’s smile was one of pure evil and gloating as he drank in your distress. 

You felt numb as the guards dragged you to your new chambers, locking the door behind you as you entered the room.

 *********************

Over the next half hour, you scrubbed the dirt off your skin in the bath and changed into a soft, gold nightgown. You had hardly felt the scalding water, nor the harsh scrapes of the brush as you tried to scrub away the memories of that entire interaction. Every time you thought about Beron’s smiling face as he announced he was marrying you off, you felt ill.

You had not been naive growing up – you knew most marriages between noble High Fae families were arranged and as a result, often loveless at best. But you remembered the haunting fear in Lucien's eyes as he cried to you over the cruel things his brothers had done. You had accepted long ago that you would likely not marry for love, but this… this would be worse than a loveless marriage. It would be a whole new kind of torture.

As you sat lifelessly on the bed, a sharp gust of air swirled behind you, causing you to spin around. You yelped in surprise as you were met with Nesta and Eris. “Dammit, don't do that,” You hissed. “You made me jump out of my skin!” 

You expected a witty comeback from Eris, but none came. His face was grave, and Nesta’s was filled with rage. They were both still dressed in their attire from the meeting. “I’m so sorry.” Eris blurted out. “I had no idea he would do that. I swear by it.”

“I believe–” You tried to speak but Eris continued rambling.

“If I had known he was going to do that I would have never–”

“Eris!” You practically yelled. “I believe you. It’s not your fault.”

The prince’s eyes were glassy as he walked around the bed and kneeled in front of you. He took your hands in his own and pressed his forehead against them. “Forgive me.” He muttered.

“Eris,” You said softly. “It’s ok.”

Amber eyes gazed up at you, even as his hands still tightly clung on to your own. He did not rise from his kneeling position. “No, it’s not.” He said. “You don’t know Malgorm. He is the worst of all my brothers. He makes my father look like a bunny rabbit.”

You felt the bed dip behind you and a familiar hand rubbed your shoulder. Nesta’s presence steadied you as she sat behind you, the warmth of her hand easing the shock from your body.

“Malgorm does not view females as people, but rather toys for his own personal amusement.” Eris continued. “None of his lovers have been his on their own free will. He does not hesitate to inflict pain on them, humiliate them, force himself…”

“Eris…” Nesta warned, her hand squeezing your shoulder even tighter.

“My point is, my father knows exactly damn well exactly what kind of monster his second youngest son is. I strongly suspect he wants to marry you to him because he hopes that he’ll kill you or just lock you away somewhere. That way he won’t have to worry about you becoming a problem.”

“So how do we stop it?” Nesta asked, her voice sharp like razors.

“We can’t.” Eris sighed, resting his chin on your knee. “Not while Beron is alive.”

“So then we kill him.” Nesta argued defiantly.

“If it was that simple don’t you think I’d have done it already? No, it takes planning. And time. Time to ensure that when I overthrow him, we for one, have a cover story; and two, have enough people on my side that there won’t instantly be a coup.”

You gently untangled one of your hands from his and then combed your fingers through his silky hair. “It’ll be ok.” You reassured him as you stroked the locks. “Plans change all the time. We just have to adapt.”

Eris sighed, closing his eyes and ever so slightly leaning into your touch. Nesta leaned forward gently and rested her head on your shoulder, sighing deeply. “This is bad.” She muttered. “This is really, really bad.”

“Yes,” You said firmly, heart fluttering at her and Eris’s closeness to you. “But we can’t change the past, so now we just have to figure out how to move forward. Eris, how much power is needed to take down a High Lord?”

“A lot.” The Prince mumbled.

“No shit.” You snorted. “Between the three of us, do you think we have enough?”

“Two of us.” Eris corrected. “You’re taking no part in this.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You haven’t trained your powers,” He said firmly. “It’s too risky to have you anywhere near this when it goes down.”

You scoffed, furious. “So I’m just supposed to stand by while you two risk your lives killing a High Lord? No, not gonna happen.”

“Dammit, (Y/N)!” Nesta snapped, silencing the room. “We just got you back. We’re not losing you again.”

You went quiet, tears welling in your eyes. You hated feeling useless, shackled down by your inability to be like everyone else. But deep down you knew they were right. Frankly, you weren’t even sure what you could do with your powers, let alone how to wield them. All you’d done is accidentally explode a mountain cave, and you didn’t even know what you were doing. 

The Archeron sister inhaled deeply. “Eris and I will take care of Beron, end of story. Now, when we were still in the House of Wind, you said you had more planned for the Night Court.”

You nodded. “Yeah. Although frankly the rest of it was just vague ideas, I wasn’t even sure we’d make it this far to be honest.”

“Ye of little faith.” Eris chuckled, patting your hand. “So, little fox, what else is in this master revenge plan of yours? Was burning down the Inner Circle’s houses not enough?”

“No.” Your voice was firm. “That was just the beginning. I want to make sure their entire court knows how horrible they are. I want them to lose all their power.”

“And how do you plan on that?” The male beneath you asked, still resting his head in your hand.

You took a deep breath. You hadn’t uttered a word of this part of your plan to anyone, even Nesta. It had always seemed too big, too far away to be realistic. But it was here. You’d made it this far. “The women in the Night Court who don’t live in Velaris have suffered for too long.” You began. “I want to help them, to show them that just because their High Lord doesn’t care about them doesn’t mean others don’t. When Beron is overthrown, I need things in Autumn to change, Eris. I want this to become a court that’s safe for women, where they won’t have to worry about being mutilated or sold off like livestock.

“We can bring the Valkyrie training program here. Teach women how to fight and defend themselves if that’s what they wish. Create a village for females who have been traumatised by males and want to live in peace. Like the Library in the House of Wind, but less isolated. Once word gets out, we offer sanctuary to any females suffering – from Night Court or any court. Once the females start leaving Night, the males will turn on each other. The entire court will crumble.”

The room was silent for a minute before Eris spoke. “My dear, changing the ways of this court will take time…”

You cut him off. “No. That’s Rhysand’s exact excuse. You will be High Lord, Eris. Your word is law, and you can write and rewrite them as you wish. Anyone who opposes you can face the consequences. Make an example of those who oppose the loudest.”

“But then he’d be just like Beron.” Nesta protested.

“Beron used his power to enforce laws of hate,” You countered. “To make people's lives worse. You can use it to make them better, even if it's at the cost of some of the uptight males.”

You heard Eris chuckle into your leg, his amber eyes glinting. You yanked on his hair, not missing the way his throat bobbed. “What’s so funny?” You demanded.

“You’re just so sexy when you’re plotting revenge and the downfall of an enemy court.” Eris purred, rubbing your thigh ever so slightly with his hand. Your skin tingled beneath his touch, and you felt yourself heat up at the contact. Nesta chuckled, her sweet breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine. With your mate behind you, her lips so close to your skin, and the silver tongued Autumn prince still kneeling in front of you, the room suddenly felt a lot warmer.

“Speaking of sexy and plotting revenge, there’s someone who I think could be of great use to this plan.” Eris continued.

Nesta frowned. “Who?”

Eris smirked, lifting his head and nodding towards the empty corner of the room. The darkness began to shift, familiar shadows curling to the side to reveal a dark set of leathers, accompanied by a pair of leathery wings and hazel eyes. 

The Spymaster of the Night Court.

“What the fuck?” You practically yelled as Azriel stepped into the light. Nesta’s arm went in front of you protectively, her eyes smouldering.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Azriel said quietly, his scarred hands at his sides. “I’m working with Eris.”

“You… what?” You sputtered. Nesta was utterly still, like a lioness poised to strike at any second. While Azriel had refused to kill you and disobeyed Rhysand’s orders, you couldn’t forget how he grabbed you and put you in that cell. How you’d seen that dark side of the shadowsinger that everyone in Prythian feared.

“He and I began working together right before we rescued you.” Eris explained. “He told us where you were, and we began meeting in secret after that.”

“Why?” Your answers were limited to a few words, as you reeled with shock.

“Rhysand has been very shaken up by your escape,” Azriel spoke softly, trying to appear in the least threatening manner possible. “I wanted Eris to know if he was planning retaliation, so I’ve been reporting his movements.” The same mission he gave you to do on Tamlin.

“But… why? Why go through all of this for us?”

The shadowsinger shifted on his feet, swallowing thickly. “Because what I did… what I let happen… it was wrong. All of this was wrong, handled incredibly poorly on my family’s part. I know apologising will not mean anything, and it shouldn’t. I’ve done nothing to earn your trust, but I hope I can soon. I want to help you.” He glanced between you and Nesta. “Both of you.”

“You’re committing treason, Azriel.” Nesta said lowly. “Rhysand will kill you if he finds out.”

“He won’t find out unless I want him to.” Azriel said confidently. “And I can take care of myself.”

Eris piped up. “Azzy has been very useful to me. Rhysand thinks he’s spying on me, it’s quite ironic. We’re a fantastic pair if you ask me.”

The Illyrian rolled his eyes, but didn’t snap back like you had expected. Last you checked, the pair hated each other. Their allegiance was surprising, but opened up a whole other world of possibilities for getting into Night.

“I have something for you.” Azriel reached into his pocket, pulling out two neatly folded pieces of paper. “From your friends.”

You sucked in a breath, feeling Nesta do the same. You both missed Emerie and Gwyn terribly, and you found yourself plagued by guilt of leaving them behind. You grabbed one of the letters while Nesta grabbed the other, and began to read.

Nesta, (Y/N), Azriel told Gwyn and I everything. I am so sorry we couldn’t protect you, and it makes me sick to think about what Rhysand was doing to you, (Y/N). Things are going badly here – the training sessions have mostly been disbanded, Cassian is too unhinged right now to be around the priestesses. I think Rhysand is suspicious of us too, thinking we helped you somehow. I hope you’re both safe in Autumn with Eris. Azriel says we can hopefully visit soon, maybe we can move in with you guys haha. Thinking of you both, Emerie.

Tears pricked your eyes, and you looked over and saw Nesta’s doing the same. “Emerie said Cassian is….unhinged.” You said carefully, noting the female tense behind you. “What does that mean?”

Azriel’s hazel eyes shifted to Nesta. “There’s a lot on your plates right now, we don’t need to make it worse by discussing Cassian…”

“I would like to know.” Nesta said firmly, her voice monotone. You reached down and grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze.

Azriel took a breath before replying. “He’s angry. Murderous. He would never hurt the priestesses, but he’s surrounded by a cloud of rage that terrifies everyone around him. He’s picking fights in the war camps every day, beating asshole generals half to death to let off steam. None of us can get through to him, except Rhysand. I fear he will snap and fly to Autumn to try and take Nesta back, he’s convinced himself she’s being held here against her will.”

“He can’t do that.” You blurted out.

Eris scoffed. “He can try. My father would love that, actually. The brute would be breaking a ton of rules and would be forfeiting his life by doing so. We won’t let anything happen to you, Nesta.”

You went to speak, but Azriel quickly shushed you. The room went still as tendrils of shadows scurried back to the spymaster. “Someone’s coming.”

“Here?” You whispered, confused.

“Yes, it’s your fiancé.” Azriel hissed. “Nesta, Eris, come here.”

Without a word, your mate and the Autumn Prince scurried over to the spymaster. He held out his arms, and Eris snorted. “You want a hug right now, bat boy?”

“Shut up. My shadows can shield us. Quickly.” 

Eris rolled his eyes, but stepped into Azriel’s arm. Nesta did the same, eyes wide with panic. Shadows began to engulf them as they blended into the darkness. Within seconds, they had vanished entirely just as the doorknob began to turn.

The door swung open harshly, revealing a tall male who was unmistakably a Vanserra. He had a stocky build, a wide face with glowing amber eyes that were too close together for your liking. His red hair was short, slicked back in the exact same way Beron’s was. He wore elaborate armour that reeked with the faint stench of blood. Your blood chilled as he let out a sickly smile that reminded you of a demon. A golden tooth glinted in the candlelight, illuminating a white scar through his lip that spanned across the lower half of his face.

“Well, if it isn’t my lovely bride to be.” His voice was like a snake – smooth and charming, yet unmistakably dangerous.

“Malgorm.” You said evenly, standing up. You backed up, trying to put more space between you and the imposing male in front of you. That only egged him on more, as he took another large step towards you.

“The one and only.” He rubbed his hands together, sizing you up as if you were his next meal.

“What are you doing here?” You fought to keep the tremor out of your voice.

He shrugged. “I came to inspect my wife, of course. To see what I’m working with.”

Inspect. His choice of words chilled you. He truly saw you as an object, like you were a shiny new toy he was going to decide if he liked or not. There was a hunger in his eyes that scared you, one that looked like it was a bottomless pit, never satisfied. “I take it you’re a virgin?” He continued casually.

You lied. “Yes.”

Malgorm hummed in approval, walking around to your side of the bed. You stood your ground, despite every instinct telling you to run for the hills. When he reached you, he grabbed the neckline of your dress and pulled it towards him, eyes unabashedly going to your bare chest beneath. 

Disgusted, you slapped his hand away instinctively, not thinking of the consequences. Malgorm let out a low growl and grabbed you by the throat, slamming you into the wall. Your head screamed at the impact, but your throat was too restricted to let out a gasp. He was like a feral beast, breathing heavily in your face like a hound salivating before a piece of fresh meat. He leaned forward, dragging his crooked nose along your neck and inhaling deeply. You whimpered – not in arousal, but in fear. You wanted to kick, scream, anything, but you felt frozen.

And Malgorm knew it.

He chuckled, biting your ear hard enough to draw blood. You winced as the liquid trickled down your neck. “I’m going to have fun with you.” He purred in your bleeding ear before finally letting you go just as the edges of your vision went blurry.

You fell to the floor, gasping for air as he turned to walk away. Your entire body trembled, and you felt like you were going to be sick. 

“Until next time, my lovely.” Malgorm quipped before slamming the door behind him.

The second the male’s footsteps went out of earshot, the shadows in the corner quickly disappeared, Nesta and Eris shooting out from behind them like a rocket. Fury consumed Nesta’s features as she crouched down beside you and put a hand on your back. Her eyes glowed faintly as she spoke, and you noticed she was breathing heavily as if she had been struggling against something. “I’m going to fucking kill him.” She growled through her teeth.

Eris gently knelt on your other side and pulled a cloth from his pocket. He pressed it against your breathing ear while examining the forming bruises on your neck and the back of your head. It stung, but you barely felt it.

Azriel stepped forward, the disgust written clear as day on his face. “That’s who Beron is marrying you to?” He gaped, echoing your thoughts.

“Not if I can help it.” Nesta hissed, rubbing small circles on your back. “I don’t care what I have to do, I am not letting this marriage happen.”

“Neither am I,” Eris spoke cautiously, gently wiping the blood off your neck in soothing strokes. “But we have to be smart about this. We can’t just kill him randomly one afternoon, especially not before we deal with my father.”

You let out a sob, tears flowing down your cheeks. Nesta wiped them away with her sleeve, which only made you cry harder. Every time you thought you had escaped something bad, it only led to something worse. At this point, you were more scared of being held captive by Malgorm than Rhysand. At least you were pretty sure the High Lord of the Night Court wouldn’t rape you.

As Nesta comforted you and Eris tended to your wounds, you looked up at Azriel. You expected to see a look of disgust on his face at the sight of the three of you cuddled up together on the floor. Admittedly, you had no idea what to call whatever was going on between you all – you were mated to Nesta, who also had feelings for Eris, something you shared in common with her. Yet you felt no jealousy, no anger that your mate blushed whenever the male complimented her. You had assumed Azriel would find it strange, but there was no distaste on his features as he stared down at the three of you. There was something else behind his gaze, a mixture of regret, contentment, and something else you couldn’t place.

The shadowsinger’s deep voice filled the room, quieting your sobs. “I will help you get out of this marriage, (Y/N), if it’s the last thing I do. Whatever you need me to do, you only have to ask.”

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S-34 The Shadows of the Mansion

My computer is registering typing in literal slow motion today.

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Logico is in a new dark room. The Ones with No Dorms are no longer there. There’s a door on the ceiling - thankfully it’s short enough for Logico to push it open. He sits up and looks around at polished floors, gold trim, and just generally what one would not expect to see after waking up in a trapdoor. He shuffles out, blinded by the light - it’s already morning. Outside a window with plush velvet drapes, Whiz-Kid Night is chatting it up with a seahorse on the patio, both ignoring the dead human by them.

LOGICO: [knocks on the window] Hello??

They both look his way. The seahorse slams his face on the glass, and Logico screams and falls backward. He finds a tiny opening they can speak through.

SEAHORSE: HE LET YOU IN?! ARE YOU MARRIED?! HE NEVER LETS US IN!! NIGHT: Quiet! Logico, what are you DOING? LOGICO: I was running… and then- it doesn’t matter. I spy a murder!  SEAHORSE: HEH, sorry! 

Logico groans. There’s that answered for him immediately! 

NIGHT: Come out here! I want to tell you about something!

Logico looks down a very, very, very long hallway.

LOGICO: I’ll… try…

This place is as locked in from the inside as it is out. Where is the exit? 

LOGICO: Isn’t it kind of DANGEROUS to have a place this big with only ONE EXIT?

There’s a cave-like tunnel, leading to a light. That must be it! 

Seashell the fishie and his weasel friend continue to yap outside, ignoring the smell getting worse and worse.

SEASHELL: So… how did you think he got special permits? Hmm? NIGHT: He’d never LET a guy in there. I think it was an accident. One of those secret entrances.  SEASHELL: SECRET ENTRANCES? WHERE?! NIGHT: I don’t KNOW, Seashell! That’s why they are SECRET!!

The light at the end of the tunnel is not an exit. It’s a fireplace, with a single chair sitting in front of it. Looks like a dark place to collect dark thoughts. It’s very unsettling. So the poor little man has to trek all the way back. He panders through a giant room, thinking it must have a front or back door. No, this is a bedroom!

There is a glorious, indescribable cauldron-sized bed in the middle, and Logico really wants to touch it. Or sit on it. Or take a nap! No one would notice… would they? He bounces into the fluff and is amazed. Now he will never leave! 

LOGICO: Hehe, hee…

Realizing what’s at stake, he falls to the ground and starts running again. He finds an entire room dedicated to a wooden ship in a bottle.

LOGICO: WHO CAN AFFORD THIS CRAP??

Around a corner, there is a professional sepia photograph of a boy, with writing. “My little Irratino”.

Once he manages to stop fawning over the smaller version of his favorite friend, he pieces things together pretty quickly. This is somehow Irratino’s absolute travesty of a giant-ass house. A lot of thoughts come to mind. What does his family do for a living?? And if he’s this loaded, why does he dress SO BADLY?

He looks over a railing, and sees stuff below. How did he make it to the second floor without even noticing? The staircase spirals, because of course it does. Logico slips on the rug coating it, and slides on his little butt all the way down. He’s quite dizzy when he hits the bottom, and it takes a while for him to regain his vision. He’s in another, different, but still WAY too long hallway. Clutching his head, he walks a little slower.

The end! 

Boop

As you know now the next episode is an animatic, so it will take a few days. I hope it will be worth it. See you then!

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[tsukiglitch]

Random ramble about the Ragebros

I mean Kaeya and Diluc are literally one of my first team and even now I still always manage to sneak them in any team somehow. not to mention they're the current most highest in friendship, level(the rest are either 60 and under or down to level 1, I'M NOT JOKING) and strength of all the characters I have too! it show how much I love these brothers huh x] so it's explain how happy and excited I am to see them once again! fighting together, In game! as in CANON! please let them bros reconcile and have a lot of screen time in the quest or Lord Barbatos help me please-

anyhow let me ramble a bit about the upcoming quest;

Imagine if one of them dies, permanently during the battle? and what if it was Kaeya(no it totally has nothing to do if him being my favourite what are you talking about--) because he's been in everyone's account and one of the very beginning characters of the story so everyone at LEAST knows him and his story so then they can just kill him off to make it even sadder.

it would be The end of kaeya Alberich also know as kaeya Ragnvindr, dying while protecting Mondstadt with everyone he loved, a spy who failed his original duty but gains the love of many in return, as one of the captains of favonius. but leaving his older brother behind without any alive family remaining. which also brings me about what Mona talks about Diluc:

"....A lone guardian keeping watch, longing for the splendor of dawn, yet destined to solitude in the dark days preceding its arrival."

(And maybe i'm saying nonsense and reading a bit to much into it but still) oof

Ok I'm speculating about the update and Kaeya possible death and all but, haha don't do that actually, If that does happen and he dies for REAL I will delete this game, no question, he's one of the reason I play genshin at all. but if he only "dies" for like a few minutes or something then gets revive for angst purposes(Especially Ragbros angst hehe) then I'm all here for it! bring it in!

and yes I know that this quest is not about the bros but more so about albedo but let me dream--

[kortac-sweetheart]

first of all, went absolutely bananas for snow leopard Keagan, I wear fake leapord print clothes sometimes and I can just imagine him getting so offended bc what do you mean you're wearing spots but not matching him. cruelty to him specifically

and secondly,,,, whomst is Kick ghosts 👁 do I spy a new person to simp for?? good LORD/pos 💕💕💕-Simp anon

hehe keegan gets so pouty about it when you tell him you didn't mean to match him, so you have to console him as he's sulking about it.. when he does eventually stop pouting however don't be surprised when you're gifted a sweater by him that matches his fur to a tee. how did he acquire such a thing? you have absolutely no idea, but hey! it's warm and comfy like his own fur so you're not complaining.

also kick is in the same game as keegan, they're on the same team actually but he handles more of the tech side of things. it's a little hard to discern his personality (the wiki has diddly squat about it/him) but from the characterization i've seen in fanart he's portrayed as a little snarky, sarcastic. i'd imagine him to be around the same age as keegs, maybe just a tiny bit younger but i think that he'd call you kid (less affectionately more ironically) just as much as keegan would. if i were to characterize him i think it would be similar to krueger but less menacing charisma and more dry sarcasm.

[de-gekkedoktor]

ya'll ever see a lighter and go "oh one of the guys in my canon had that"

anyway here's the lighters my friends and i carried (don't worry abt when they were made. it don't matter /hj /lh)

Spy: the Allumette by Lancel

Maynard: the Perplex by IMCO (he liked the versatility of it)

Tavish: the Jet Lighter by Beattie

Ivan: the Turf by Kellerman

Solly: the Lord by F.V. Falkenberg (he had to admit it was rather good for a German lighter hehe)

Mundy: the Copper Striker

Jakob: the Playing Card Bottle by Polaire

Pyro: the Galant gas lighter by Rowenta (he took his lighters seriously!)

Ms. Pauling: the Compact by Parker

and me!! Fritz!: the Auti by Sarastro

[bloghyperfixes]

Zamasu would offer Taliesin's poisoned tea to kill him the nigth before his marriage with Mohito:

Zamasu: *Brings Taliesin a tray with tea* Just as you wanted

Taliesin: *grabbing a cup of tea* mhh, I don't think I asked for it but, thank you, also why are you there

Zamasu: I'm here because Lord Rumshii and Gowasu sense I send me to do a very important task, where-

Taliesin: Shhhh... I know, you're a spy sent by universe 10 to watch over some astral delinquents refugees in Universe 9,I know you dear, hehe

Zamasu: Well, you're amusing, little elf, I hope you enjoy your tea and your wedding (If you make it out alive)

Taliesin: Huh?

Zamasu: I've said I got something on my eye, anyways, I got to go.

Taliesin: Alr, Bye Zamozo *sips tea* ugh, Hey Zumbajo, This tea tastes like piss-

*Taliesin stats coughing blood violently, and after that, he drops unconscious on the floor, he is not dead btw, he just fell asleep*

Lol the assassination failed. Wouldn't be surprised if Roh's team tries to sell Tulsien's soul to Valentino

[ray935sworld]

Hey its OnthePole from ao3! I used to be super active here and then took a break from Tumblr from a few years. I'm absolute shit at commenting on fics but I read them all. Thanks for keeping pedrenzo alive in the year of our lord 2025!

Oh HELLO!! How are you doing? I just checked your writing on ao3 and OMG.... You wrote the first Marc/Dani ff (the spy/ agent one) I've ever read!! I'm so happy you like my writing :)))

Hehe, I'm trying my best. Pedrenzo is BY FAR my favorite ship.

[stopmyhearts]

8 and 20 for the time lord oc asks <3

- @presidentdisastraofgallifrey

8. Are they disabled? If so how?

Dela: There's something up with her brain I think. I'm not actually sure what, but there's something. more to think about

Patok has PTSD from his first regeneration. He's also got his share of smaller injuries from the guard, that aren't necessarily disabling but in the sum to cause him a fair bit of pain regularly

Obnik here (autism mainly)

Lanro is an amputee, he doesn't have a right arm. He's also got a lot of burn scars

Dolin is blind in one eye. He's also definitely got PTSD

Rolenva has ADHD and autism. And dermatophagia (skin biting)

20. Do they fight in the Time War? Do they escape?

hehe. SO GLAD YOU ASKED. now I am going to give you answers, but I may be lying for all of these. In good or bad directions. Or well, not lying, just passing of alternate timelines as the real one. that said:

Dela stays with the CIA at least as long as Narvin and Romana. She becomes a lot closer to Romana in this time. She regenerates at least once. After that, she is a spy. Mostly on Gallifrey, but for more risky missions all throughout the war too. Who she is spying for? stay tuned

Patok gets conscripted early on. He regenerates quite a few times, but eventually escapes to join the resistance. He makes it out when Gallifrey is saved by the Doctor, but he is on his last regeneration by then, and dies not long after

Obnik is not made for war. He makes himself small, just does his job, and Dela manages to get him to a quiet research station outside the capitol. I'm not sure whether he makes it out

Rolenva does a lot of undercover missions. They survive, but the person she used to be is gone. potentially literally

Lanro gets sent on missions all the time. One day they don't return. No one knows what happened

Dolin is a commander, a strategist. He works for the war room. When Lanro doesn't return, he loses it. The tale of how he died slaughtering hundreds of Daleks with his bare hands earns him legendary status among the soldiers

link to ask game

[azierumart]

AAAAAA I GOT A PHOTO WITH RHYS DARBY (i would show but face, ik i can cross it out but still) AND

DEADENDIA AND GHOSTS SIGNED FUCK ARGH

i’m rly sad that ben and simon weren’t there tho <\3 i rly wanted to see cuz ben he’s my fav, but i love them all. they were all so lovely and nice!! tho i had to queue for like half the time i was there lol. it was worth it

i’m just. so happy. god. my voice went so high when talking to them so much for coming off masc oh well fuck that autistic joy takes over. i almost told them my kind of deadname (idm that name but it doesn’t feel right ig) out of reflex as well. BUT IT SAYS TO ARTHUR!!! makes me unnecessarily happy

also wore a binder the whole time… i intended to take it off but like. didn’t. it’s fine i only had it on from like 8am-7pm so… 11 hours. lol.

SO MANY COOL COSPLAYS THO TOO!! got some photos with some hehe. unfortunately i didn’t spy any gravity falls fans which was sad BUT SO MANY AZIRAPHALES AND CROWLEYS MY LORD. it was awesome.