#asexual wings

[unkindledangell]

Forgot to upload it finished, here is

I have the AceCastiel HC. Sam is complicated, but definitely love AceSastiel and AceCastiel ugh ajlks 🖤🩶🤍💜

Let's remember that being asexual ≠ not having sex, it's more complex than that, and definitely Cas Ace is my series canon 🫰

best quality:

https://x.com/UnkindledAngel/status/1778148452943151216?t=o7R8e0Q2cIqPN57JqYrwXQ&s=09

[electric-blue24]

took a bit but heres Pride dragons part 2! thanks for all the love for the first set

and again id love some suggestions for more flag designs

Part 1

(edit, changed to higher resolution images)

[purple-petrichor]

NICE LEGS DAISY DUKES MAKES A MAN GO (ZUBAT NOISES)

THAT'S THE WAY HE COMES THROUGH LIKE

[akystaracer22]

Maybe in Another Life We Would Hate Each Other a Little Less

A chance encounter sheds a little light on Adam that Lucifer couldn't have predicted, leading to a moment he thought he'd never have with the man.

Notes (Aka my thoughts while writing):

God is a dick and I wanna kill xem

Adam folds his wings like a bird because monkey see monkey do

Both these guys were traumatised by the same person and we don’t talk about it enough

Probably Guitarduck/Adamsapple but in a fledgeling platonic kinda way

Refer to my ref for what Adam looks like!

I listened to Rät while writing this and- it kind of fits Adam???

Jesus is God’s favourite child and it fucking shows

How tf did this become a sickfic????

Lucifer gets the experience of being me whenever I make the impulsive move to boot up Char.ai and talk to literally any of the AI’s, get aunt agonied bitch.

Oh my god Adam has middle child syndrome.

Can you tell I attended a Christian school when I was younger???

Adam was hiding just how fucked over he was from the wing rot but he’s not having a good time in this. Most of the latter half of the oneshot is him dazed from both the one set of wing rot and the feeling of someone touching his wing.

Shit emergency wing HC for Adam ig: His wings grow warmer corresponding to his mood, as in when he is in general happier his wings radiate warmth and when he’s in a foul mood they’re just normal or even a little cooler.

In saying that yes Lucifer’s wings glow when he’s happy

Word Count: 1902

Fic under cut!

“Fucking- Shit!”

Lucifer paused, looking behind him and backing up to peek through the crack in the door. This ought to be good.

Sure enough, he was right, this was entertaining.

Adam was ranting again.

Honestly it was a nearly daily thing by this point, probably the only good thing about his daughters decision to let Adam stay at the hotel. He loved his daughter, he really did, by Adam was… Adam.

Lucifer knew he was a lost cause.

But still, didn’t mean Lucifer couldn’t tease the hell out of the man since he was stuck down here with the rest of them.

Lucifer’s smirk at watching the first man rant quickly died as he took in the guys appearance, he looked…

“What is wrong with your wings.”

Adam jerked and twisted around, scowling at him and oops he said that out loud didn’t he.

“Piss off!”

Lucifer, in his typical fashion, did not piss off and instead entered the room, “No seriously what is wrong with your wings.”

Now that he was closer, the king was certain they didn’t look like that a week ago. The feathers, while already having looked like a wreck were duller and the colours seemed almost… muted. Ignoring the already horrific state Adam’s wing were in, they shouldn’t look THAT bad so why…

“Wait-”

“I said-!”

“Have you not been preening you wings?”

Adam went silent, staring wide eyed at Lucifer much to the kings confusion. A beat passed, then two.

“What the fuck is preening?”

Lucifer blinked, he wasn’t serious, was he?

Surely not.

.

.

.

“By the heavens you’re dead serious.”

“What the fuck are you talking about.”

Lucifer debated whether he should explain it or not. On one hand, it’s Adam. On the other, Wings were a serious thing. He’d even seen Husker cleaning his wings from time to time, for Adam to just not know…

“You know what? For once my hatred of you is outweighed by my need to show you what’s what,” The fallen seraphim huffed, closing the door behind him and summoning a chair to block it from the outside so Adam couldn’t escape. “Come on we’re fixing this travesty.”

“What part of fuck off you do you not understand?!” The first man snapped, his wings mantling as Lucifer rifled through the closet, dragging out one of the many jars of oil he’d had the foresight to put in most of the rooms, perks of being a guy with basic common sense.

“The part where you’re being stupid and my daughter started rubbing off on me,” Lucifer shot back, his own wings serving well to corral Adam towards the bed, “How you don’t know how to preen your wings is beyond me but that’s ending today.”

“Again- what are you blabbering about.”

Lucifer paused, hand hovering just over Adams feathers. Preening someone elses wings was… intimate. It was something reserved for friends, family, lovers, and stuff… not enemies. Was he really going to just go ahead and clean Adams wings for him?

The seraphim’s eyes flicked over to where the ruined wing was draped over the bed. The wing was already in bad enough shape as it was, if he didn’t do this then wing rot was bound to hit it at some point and-

He didn’t really have a choice, not if he didn’t want to watch someone die of wing rot again.

Adam went stiff under Lucifers touch as he started work on the mans functioning wing, it was the easiest to work with, not the mention the safest to start with. The injured wing would no doubt be sensitive to any interaction, so better to start small.

Ish.

Adam shuddered as Lucifer moved between feather’s, periodically reapplying preening oil as he went. He was right as usual, looking closer most of the barbules had been separated and needed to be locked together again. Grimacing, the seraphim gently scratched out what looked like dried blood from where it was hidden in the base of Adam’s Secondary coverts.

“What are you doing?” Adam whispered, his voice for once lacking it’s usual bite. Lucifer paused for a second in confusion before Adam’s wing flexed back into Lucifer’s hand, “Don’t stop!”

“Okay okay!” The king huffed, working on his primaries, “What I’m doing is called preening. It’s something beings with feathers do to clean them.”

“Like birds?”

“Yeah, like birds,” Lucifer agreed, “The oil helps take care of bacteria, but you got to realign the feathers, get rid of the ones ready to moult, and fix the feathers that are out of sorts, though you can just shake the feathers to do that part quicker.”

“Mhm”

Lucifer shifted over to finally tackle the ruined wing and froze, a chill slinking down his spine. As he took in the state of the tattered appendage.

“Shit.”

This close the seraphim could see the red pimples under the thinning layer of feathers surrounding the injury, it was wing rot in its early stages.

“What?”

“Nothing!” Lucifer dove his fingers into the scapulars to shut Adam up while he discreetly conjured up some disinfectant for the rot, if he’s lucky he can treat it now and just get Charlie or Vaggie to deal with it now, knock it over the head before it becomes so visible the others can notice. He ignored Adam’s breath hitching as the seraphim started, just as predicted, the wing was sensitive from the damage done to it.

“But seriously you need to do this more, this is just horrific,” Lucifer grumbled to himself, not really caring if Adam listened, “Honestly I’m surprised this hasn’t happened to you before!”

“Mmmm tried once… I think?”

Lucifer, glanced at Adam’s face, it was pointed away from him, but he could still sense Adam’s attention was on him, “Yeah?”

“Saw the birds doin’ it and tried to copy ‘em,” Adam continued at the prompt, spreading his other wing, “It hurt so I stopped, didn’ know there was a method to this shit or someth’n.”

“You… nobody even tried to teach you?”

“I think they thought I knew,” Adam chuckled sourly, “I think they thought I fu’kin knew how to just- do this. ‘Cause I was meant to right?!” Another laugh, “I bit the fu’kin apple so I shou’da known this kinda shit! Apple of knowl’dge or what’ver.”

Lucifer, wisely, didn’t say anything, he just kept working on Adam’s ruined wing, applying the disinfectant, and fixing what few feathers were still healthy and removing the rest. If it was anyone else in this situation he’s wrap the wing and tell them to rest but… it was still Adam that was in this mess.

“I- why didn’t they teach me? Luci why didn’t they teach me this shit?”

“I… don’t know,” Lucifer replied carefully, deliberately skipping over the butchering of his name that sounded way to close to a nickname for comfort, “Come on, up you get he still got the underside to finish then I’ll be out.”

Adam grumbled but complied, sitting up a little to turn around as Lucifer summoned a pillow for Adam to lean back on. Rolling his neck Lucifer got to work on the auxiliary feathers, the lighter feathers were definitely in better shape, but then again that wasn’t exactly a high bar, and they still were looking rough.

“Jesus was prob’bly taught how to preen himself.”

Lucifer’s shoulders hitched as his wings tucked in against his back abruptly. Jesus… was a rough topic. For all sinners talked about him, Lucifer never met him but from the sinners around that time… it was never a fun conversation. Pretentious once kings cursing his name while hopeless commoners lined up for the exorcists blade, faithful until the end that Jesus would let them into heaven if they just believed in him.

… there was a pattern in there, wasn’t there. Like father like son, he supposed.

“Jesus was made from me and yet he’s God’s favourite fukin kid, course he’d fucking know how to preen,” Adam continued unimpeded, “Doesn’t matter if I was Gods first- Jesus was always fucking better than me.”

Okay! Lucifer was in no way prepared for this conversation, but he highly doubted Adam was even going to remember this conversation, so he just focused on the wings.

“…Luci, do they all hate me?”

Lucifer sincerely wished Anthony, or just anyone really would bust down the door at this moment, at least then he could get himself out of this conversation.

“Why do you think that?” the seraphim deflected, moving onto Adam’s good wing and going through his coverts.

“Because none of them ever fucking did this,” Adam waved his hand haphazardly before letting it rest on his chest, “You’re my enemy but you’re fixin’ my fu’kin wings because I’m too stupid and useless to just figure it out myself.”

“Not useless,” The words left Lucifer’s lips without his input, damn himself to double hell, but it managed to shut up Adam, so he kept on the thought train, “You’re not useless you were just never taught, it’s not your fault heaven doesn’t think.”

“Jesus-”

“Is God’s prodigal son and shouldn’t be counted.”

Adam huffed and leaned back on the pillow, “Why’re you good at this?”

“I’ve had aeon’s to learn, and over a decade of putting it in practice,” Lucifer thought about his daughter, a small smile making it’s way into his expression, she really was the best thing to happen to him.

He finished up with Adams good wing and moved onto finishing off the wrecked one. Applying the disinfectant to the infected spots on the underside before reaching for the preening oil again.

“Y’know, maybe in another life we would’ve hated each other less.”

Lucifer just laughed and started preening the wing, yeah right, maybe in a reality where the apple incident never happened, “You’re sick Adam, feverish even.”

“And you’re a wife-stealer.”

“Should have been better in bed.”

“Fuck you,”

Lucifer stuck his tongue out at the first man, earning a tired chuckle. Then the seraphim blinked at the sudden warmth radiating out from the feathers. What in the-?

“Oh… they haven’t done that in a while.”

Lucifer blinked up at Adam who was staring at his feathers in amazement, “Ackde-whuh?”

Adam leaned back and closed his eyes, “Yeah… sometimes they just get warm all of a sudden it’s weird. Hasn’t happened in a while though. Apparently it sometimes happened when Lute was around? I dunno why.”

Lucifer blinked a couple of times before letting out a small “huh” and running a hand through the ruined wing, it was definitely warmer.

Sighing, Lucifer let his hand fall away despite the wing chasing it, “Alright well your wings are definitely cleaner now, so I’ll be out of your hair now.”

The seraphim stood up to leave through the balcony, opening the window and almost stepping out when Adam called after him, still sounding exhausted.

“I can see why they left me for you.”

Lucifer paused, before smiling sardonically and looking back at Adam, who looked like he might have just passed out.

“Tell me that when you’re not delusional from illness and I might believe you.”

With that, Lucifer stepped out and left for his own room… though, if Adam woke up to a small plush duck on his nightstand, that was between Lucifer and the god that cast him down.

But there is one thing Lucifer will admit.

Maybe Charlie wasn't wrong about thinking Adam could be redeemed.

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[ilikemicrowaves]

Look whos at pride

[vaporame]

made an ace version of this vash for myself <3

[thatdamn-honeybadger]

Squeenix gave us a Sephiroth wallpaper with a goddamn rainbow in the background for the month of June.

June is pride month.

Coincidence? I think not.

[ghosted-jazz]

Happy International Asexuality Day to everyone under the ace umbrella! (2 year redraw)

She's showing them pictures of her fiancé

[yurixangst]

The silver-tongued flirt and the oblivious asexual ❤️🖤💜🤍❤️

[asymmetryestablished]

since my return to tumblr I’ve been seeing a lot of ppl talking abt disabilities & I have one piece brainrot real bad so I figured I’d babble a bit

it took me a weirdly long time to realize that... Shanks is disabled??? like. he lost an arm. if the fan theory is correct, he lost his sword arm. and only after losing his sword arm did this man go on to become one of the four most powerful people on the seas.

and he’s not the only one!!! Crocodile’s missing a hand. Tashigi’s probably legally blind without her glasses, which she keeps fucking losing. Fujitora’s blind, Zolo’s sense of direction is so bad it probably qualifies as some sort of intellectual disability — hell, Whitebeard himself, Edward fucking Newgate, is on a ventilator for the entire time he spends on the page/screen. and yet.

none of these people are defined by their disability. Whitebeard is considered the strongest man in the world. Zolo is fucking Zolo. Fujitora’s an admiral, which is the only reason I’m calling him Fujitora in the first place. Tashigi is Smoker’s right-hand man. Crocodile is one of the first truly imposing villains the straw hats come across, and, oh yeah, still making himself relevant nearly a thousand chapters later. and Shanks... well, Shanks is one of the Four Emperors, a.k.a. legally classified as one of the four biggest threats to the current world order. he’s doing pretty okay for himself for a guy who visibly struggles to button his shirts.

it just makes me think. Oda has made a world where disability accommodations are... normalized. in a weird sort of way, but still. hell, this is a maritime setting — having a devil fruit power is a permanent disability, and yet people don’t hesitate to take them on. because everyone is just... used to accommodating them. can’t swim? don’t go overboard, keep someone on watch around the water, bathe with a friend. only one hand? that’s fine, that’s why you keep your first mate around. can’t see? we have superpowers for that. we can handle it. to paraphrase Usopp: you do what you can, and leave the rest to your crewmates.

anyway I really love one piece

[wof-pride]

Starflight, Aroace and Agender!

Requested by @synththeaxolotl

[avianwofdesigns]

Clay with an ace flag :3

Here ya go!

[romavoid]

Chat, gay people are literally real

[human-wof-designs]

more pride drawings, personal headcanon edition (although umber's might be canon? i can't recall)

[gentledawn]

Pup! (UPDATED!! Now with 100% MORE SHRIMP!!!!!)

Technically a dragonet, Pup is also a Prince! Snapper and Tegu’s adoptive son, and a fierce collector of fish.

When they were an egg, Pup was given away by his mother, Queen Breeze (sound familiar? Look at my post on Tadpole and Windswept!) because she was unfaithful. Snapper and Tegu adopted the egg, and took him in as their own. A few years after Pup hatched, he had collected a few fish, and said “I wish I had a pool to keep this fish in, and it would be perfect for this fish!”

And a pool appeared in the ground. Four feet wide and a perfect circle, and two feet deep, and already with the perfect habitat for the fish she was holding. Pup, realizing they were an animus, grabbed a rock that was thin and yet strong, and said. “Whenever I touch the ground with this rock, it will turn into a pool that is perfect for whichever sea animal I have!”

Pup ran to the shoreline and grabbed a small shrimp, rushing back to touch the ground with the rock, and holding the shrimp in the other talon. A pool that was one foot wide and six inches deep appeared, with holed rocks to hide in and algae floating on the surface.

And that’s how Pup became the first animus who wasn’t even interested in power, and focused only on fish. Letting all dragons come and see the different fish he found so they could learn more, and with the donations, Pup was able to expand the space he owned, so she could have more space for more of their fish.

Original art by Joy Ang, Relined by K9 Pestilence, add-ons by me (25 DIFFERENT SHRIMPS GUYS)

[redheadspark]

Found Again

Summary - You tell Feyre about your love for Azriel

Warnings - A hint of angst and mostly fluff

A/N - This one-shot talks about Asexuality. Please let me know if this offends anyone or is stepping over the line!

“How did you and Azriel meet?”

“Through Rhysand, of all people,”

“Really?”

“I know.  As shocking as that is, Rhysand and I go way back as childhood friends,”

Feyre giggled as you two were sitting side by side outside in the garden of the townhouse, getting some needed sunshine in before an upcoming rainstorm would come through Velaris starting tonight and all day tomorrow. The chilling wind was evident already, most of the Velaris already seeking shelter and closing down its shops and businesses in time before the massive rain will come.  Thankfully, you had nowhere else to be for the rest of the night and all day tomorrow since your work was mostly at your home in the Townhouse.  You were Rhysand’s personal accountant and head of treasury, great with numbers and finances and he would never dare to try and juggle that himself.  Since you two were childhood friends, he made sure you were all taken care of after your parents were both killed by Amarantha, mourning their deaths as fiercely since he thought of them as his own family.  

But now, months later and a recent victory over King Hybren and his near fatal attack on all of Pythian, you could have some peace again in your lives as Velaris was once again safe and calm.  

“He introduced us as children, taking him in when he needed protection from his own family,” You explained, leaning back a bit in your chair as Feyre was listening on, “We were simply friends then, I never saw anything past that with him.  Even when we got older and went our own separate ways, we were simply friends.”

Feyre smiled, thinking about the Shadowsinger himself having a child friend.  She took a sip from her wine as she spoke, “But you and Rhsyand were close?”

“For some time, yes.  After I went off on my own for a bit, Rhysand convinced me to work for him and be part of his Inner Circle.  At that point, Azriel and I never crossed paths for decades.  So when I saw him again, now as a full grown Illyrian  and Spymaster….it felt like a dream,” You explained, pausing for a moment when you remembered seeing him all over again at the House of Wind.  It was a stormy night at Velaris, you barely moved into your small apartment when Rhysand got in contact with you to have you meet with his Inner Circle.

“Rhys…I don’t belong here, you know—“

“You absolutely do belong in the Inner Circle since you’re one of the very few fae I trust with my life.  Plus, I want you to see an old face.  Remember Azriel?”

“….Azriel?”

“Were you in love with him then?” Feyre asked you in a breath, clearly invested in the story you were telling.  You had to slightly blush as you shook your head, hearing Feyre giggle.

“Not then, but he was always on my mind for the longest time.,” You explained, “After Rhysand made me part of the Inner Circle, Azriel and I reconnected and became friends again.   I think we were both trying to make up for lost time, me going away to travel and Azriel becoming Rhysand’s Spymaster, and I was imply glad to have my friend back in my life again.”

All of the chats that you and Azriel had together after you reconnected together, you were beyond thankful that he was alive and doing great.  Yet you were shocked to hear him being a Spymaster of Rhysand and for Night Court, such a responsibility and errand would seem maddening.  Azriel seemed calmed about it after he saw the shock on your face, almost amused himself as he grinned.

“Never thought of me as a Spymaster before?”

“No, but you have always surprised me,”

“I told him all about my life since we separated all those years ago, the good and the bad.  But even after telling him everything, I was still holding something back for him.  Something I never told anyone else,” You paused, looking down at your lap and seeing how your fingers were slightly clutching each other.  Of course, you have grown since then and you have felt enough confidence in yourself to know your inner desires and needs.  But back then, having your childhood friend right in front of you that you knew so well and admired, you were petrified.  

“Rhsyand has been the only person to know,” You explained some more, seeing that you had Feyre’s undivided attention, you pressing your palms together, “Not even my own parents knew before they died.  And I wish I told them, and I regret it to this day that I was never brace enough to say, but I had to tell Azriel,”

Telling Azriel about your sexuality was one of the hardest things you ever had to do, not to mention one of the scariest.  You had to remind yourself that this was the same Azriel that you grew up with, that knew your favorite foods and snacks, that knew that you loved going on hikes and adventures to clear your mind, how could he see you in any other way?  How could he have a new view of you because of something that was so natural to you?  

But you have felt the twinge of rejection before from others, mostly from potential suitors and male fae who were into you.  Most of them simply decline their advances, moving on from you and not seeing a future.  Others were a bit more cruel, their remarks and also their actions cut you deep as they walked away and never turned back.  But with each one of those moments, you were finding yourself a bit stronger.  

However, though you had strength, you felt instantly weak when you told Azriel your sexuality.

“Did you think he would see you in a different way?” Feyre asked you cautiously, seeing that you were a bit lost in your thought.

“I can’t give you what you want, Azriel!”

“And what makes you think I would want sex from you in this relationship? I feel mildly offended that you would think that,” He replied with a small hint of sarcasm.

“Don’t make this funny, Az,” you grumbled, glaring at him as the winter storm was roaring on.  Of course you decided to have this talk with him right after Winter Solstice, thinking it would be the right time since you both recently decided to get together as a couple.  It was still fresh for you two, deciding to be together after holding off your feelings for quite some time.  But you also know that you had to talk to him about how you felt like intimacy.  It would be the first real step in your relationship together:

Telling Azriel about your Asexuality.  

“I’m not.  I’m being truthful when I tell you I know what I want, and what I want is you.  Anything you’re willing to give me, I’ll take it.  Anything you wish to hold back from, I’ll accept. “ he explained wholeheartedly, having you look at him with shock and disbelief.  

“But…why?” You asked, his voice seeming low and almost unconvincing.  His face fell, seeing how this was affecting you and how you were having such an internal battle with his conversation.  It was written all over your face and in your stance, at any moment you would crumple to the ground or float away with the wind.  

He walked over to stand in front of you, taking both of your hands in his own and searching your eyes with the same kind of love he would always have for you.  You were still filled with questions and concerns, knowing that you were never going to budge when it came to how you felt and how you were willing to love.  The infamous fear that you would once again be rejected, that Azriel would walk away from you and not even give you a second glance, it was festering in your mind and only getting bigger by the minute. 

“I want you, just you and nothing more than that.  I’ve never felt this kind of love I have for you with anyone else, no matter who it was,” Azriel explained calmly and with reassurance as you squeezed his hands in your own, “Those whispers about me and my…escapades…they mean nothing to me.  You mean more to me,”

“Those whispers makes me feel as though I can’t….that I won’t be able to…” You huffed, closing your eyes and feeling another wave of defeat.

“Those whispers mean nothing to me, and they never will.  You are not obligated to do anything that you don’t wish to do,” Azriel vowed to you, pressing his head against yours as you still kept your eyes closed, “I did not fall in love with you because I wanted to be in bed with you,”

You grimaced and was about to pull away from him, flushed in your cheeks and your skin already tingling in uneasiness.  Yet Azriel wrapped and arm around you to keep you close to him, his other hand reached up to caress your cheek.  His touch was beyond gentle and soothing, having you open your eyes as if you were a flower being coaxed to open your petals.  There he was, staring at you with love and concern in his hazel orbs and along his lips and cheeks that you leaned against his hand absentmindedly.  

“I fell in love with you because of how much you love me, all of me,” he explained, rubbing your back with his hand that was sprawled along your lower back, “All of my demons I still have and will always have, all of the pain that I went through, you never strayed from it or ran the other way.  You see me as…..me.  No one else has done that for me, and I don’t wish to find that with anyone else for as long as I live,”

“Oh Azriel,” Feyre said in a heart warming sigh as you grinned and nodded your own head, feeling a tear or two come through as you wiped them away in a hurry.  Reliving that small spat was never easy, but you never wanted to deny it either.  You and Azriel have grown since then, fights coming and going but never staying or growing into something serious.  He was willing to put in the work when it came to keeping your love for one another flourishing, as were you.  

“I know, I’m lucky to have him,” You hummed in agreement as Feyre smiled.

“You’ve been together ever since?” She questioned you, to which you were about to answer when the door behind you opened.  Both of you looked to the source, seeing the very topic of conversation come out to the garden, sporting his leathers and his heavy boots.  The smile on his face, his Truth Teller strapped to his side, and his shadows licking along his back and near his tucked in wings.

“Cassian told me you two snuck away to talk in here,” Azriel said in a grin as he walked over to stand behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders, squeezing the shoulders gently while Feyre gave him a sweet smile, “What were we talking about?”

“Nothing of major importance,” You replied, though Feyre shook her head.

“It was the upmost importance!  I asked about how you two met and fell in love,” She explained, you bushing madly as Azriel chuckled behind you from his spot.

“Ah, I’m sure she gave every detail,” Azriel joked lovingly, you felt him squeeze your shoulders a pinch tighter as he spoke again, “Actually, your mate is looking for you.  Apparently he is in need of your assistance,”

Feyre huffed and rolled her eyes, getting up from her chair and smirking, “I can’t leave that brute for more than 10 seconds!  Where is he?”

“In his old study,” Azriel replied, both you and Feyre giggling as she finally made her way out of the garden, gliding with ease at the door close right behind her.  You leaned back a bit in your chair, Azriel’s fingers moved some of your hair from your shoulders to squeeze your shoulders once more.

“Should I be worried on what you two were talking about?” He asked, you sighing and tapping his hand.

“Never,” You replied, Azriel walked over to stand in front of you and then kneel to be at your eye level.  He was wearing his leathers, plenty of history with some wear and tear and a little bit of residue from past battles and wars.  Yet it suited him with his dark ink hair and bright hazel eyes.

“Our 50th anniversary is coming up,” He reminded you as he took your hands in his own, playing with your fingers as you smiled at him, “I was thinking that we should go away for a week or two,”

“We can do that?” You asked him as his smile grew, “What about Rhysand and the Inner Circle?”

“I already talked to him about us going away for a week or two,” He reassured you as you sat up a bit in your chair, “I have some connections in Summer Court with Lord Tarquin, he’s willing to let us stay in his guest home along the cliffs of the sea.  I know you like Summer Court, and it sound perfect for us,”

After 50 years of marriage, you and Azriel still loved each other as if it was your first year together as husband and wife.  Your own union was not massive or a big celebration, Azriel only wanted the Inner Circle present and a Priestess marrying the two of your together.  Even with no mating bond, you two considered each other mates.  With the normalcy of a couple being intimate, you and Azriel made your own rules on intimacy and loving on one another.

Azriel never pushed your boundaries or made you feel less because of your lack of sexual attraction, to which you were grateful for him still loving you in others ways.  Holding your hand when you two were side by side, his chivalrous nature in holding open the doors for you and having a chair ready for you to sit on, even preparing your favorites foods and drinks on those stressful days 

Even the kisses he would give you were filled with love and gentleness.  For someone who was viscous in nature and knew how to inflict torture, he was the opposite with you.  The softness of his kisses along your lips, the soothing sensation of his hands along your skin, it was all so carefully thought out and not left to chance.  That was Azriel: he knew just how to act and how to kiss you to make your heart sing and not feel intimidated.  

All of those insecurities of not being intimate with Azriel melted away from the moment he told you he loved you, all of you, and you held onto that love all this time.

“I would love that, Az,” You stated, seeing him lean up to give you a singular kiss on the lips.  Humming, you framed his face and kissed him back just as sweetly. Azriel redefined the definition of love for you, showing you in his actions and gesture that there was more to love than just sex and sexual attraction.  You found attraction in his kindness, his bravery, his chivalry, and in his friendship with you.  For so long you thought you would never have something like this with another person because of your lack of sexual attraction, the world mostly revolved around it and made you feel left behind.  

But you were found again, all thanks to Azriel. 

"I love you," You murmured against his lips as he grinned and pecked your lips a few more times, keeping you close in his arms.

"I love you all the more," He replied, and deep down, you knew he did.

The End.

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