#son of the darkness

[moonlightazriel]

Son of the Darkness XIX /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: More dying people and blood hehehe

Word Count: 3K

Notes: Not so many chapters left. I used my break to go into a writing frenzy and I wrote last chapter and this chapter in sequence ahahahah

Son of the Darkness Masterlist

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He ran, dropping everything he was holding, pushing forward so fast that his wings almost lifted his body from the ground. The tent was empty, her scent was still recent. His shadows urged him outside, until he was entering Archeron's tent.

The covers from Elain’s bed were dragged along the floor, her scent was tinted with panic, while Y/N’s was mixed with confusion. The other two females appeared a second later. Nesta fell to her knees, sobbing as they saw their middle sister was missing.

“The cauldron took her.” Nesta sobbed.

“Them.” Azriel corrected. “He took them both.” Anger shimmered inside him, burning his heart, he couldn’t think straight, the only coherent thought was to get his mate back.

“We need to get them back.” Feyre said. They all gathered outside the tent. “It was calling her, I saw it in my dreams.”

“Well, it makes sense to take Elain as she was made. But take Y/N too?” Cassian dared to ask what everyone was wondering. Azriel felt the anger burn brighter. He didn’t care about the reason, he would make them pay.

“This doesn’t matter now.” Rhys tried to talk some sense into all of them. “We need to get them back.”

“You can’t.” Nesta said, her voice distant as she looked at something on the ground. “I saw the king and I saw the army, you’re getting killed as soon as you get too close to that camp.”

“I will take them back.” Azriel said, cold fury lacing his words.

“Then you will die.” Nesta snapped.

“I will bring them back.” He repeated more firmly this time. Rhysand approached him.

“Azriel you can’t go, it’s too dangerous!” Rhysand tried to hold his brother back, Az quickly pushing him out of the way.

“I don’t care, he took my mate!” He yelled and Rhysand stepped back, everyone surprised at the statement, Feyre stepped forward, a hand on Azriel’s shoulder.

“I’ll come with you then!”

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The silky nightgown had turned to shreds, mud clinging to her face and hair as they dragged her to the King’s tent. Elain quietly sobbed by her side.

They had tied the Archeron with iron cuffs, and something else that reeked of magic. Y/N however, her cuffs were different, claws digging into her skin, blood pouring from the wounds, her body felt weird, empty. She was hanging from a wooden pillar, the position making it way more painful as the cuffs pierced further her skin.

She tried to move and release her shadows, but nothing came, her body felt weak and unprotected, she didn’t like that feeling. The tent opened and the King of Hybern himself entered, admiring Elain and then placing his eyes on Y/N.

“I’ve heard about you Shadow-Caster, you didn’t think I would be fool enough to not protect myself did you?” Y/N smiled spitting in his face, saliva mixed with blood dripped from the King’s face.

The male just smirked, wiping his face. The punch that hit her face split her eyebrow, blood started to pour from the wound, directly into her eye, she bit the inside of her cheek to control the pain, she wouldn’t give him this satisfaction.

“You would be such a good weapon in my arsenal.” He wiped the blood from her eyes and she moved her head to the side, not wanting to be touched by him. “It’s a shame that my deal states that you need to be killed.”

The king turned around looking at Elain.

“So pretty.” She flinched but the King laughed, turning around and going away.

“I will find a way to get us out.” Y/N spoke and Elain turned to her, her brown eyes looked scared and she just wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be fine.

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Feyre took a calming breath, Azriel following her closely in every shadowy corner he could find. Ianthe was dead, she was sure, the camp just didn’t know it yet, which made it easier to walk around wearing her face.

They watched the soldiers celebrating, singing and drinking around a huge fire. Beaten up and tied against a wooden pole, a female stood. Feyre had to hold the urge to throw up as she saw the scene. Her guts twisting in agony as she looked at the face.

A child of the blessed. The woman moaned in pain, barely moving. Someone screamed in the distance, and Feyre grounded herself in the thought that it wasn’t Elain. She thought about the girl, they could rescue one more, but how would she remove the girl without blowing their cover?

“He’s been looking for you!” A voice startled her and she turned to see Jurian. Feyre looked at the altar that held the girl, and just by the side of the pole, the King of Hybern sat, watching and smiling at the celebration. The urge to throw up came again.

“I’ve been busy with my sisters.” Feyre replied, her voice a few notes different, mimicking every aspect of Ianthe. Jurian looked at her up and down, his eyes looking at Azriel’s siphon resting on her forehead. “Where is she?” She whispered.

“You’ve been flirting with me for weeks, act like it.” Jurian mocked. Feyre rested his hand on his arm and the male laughed again. “I doubt that’s how you won Rhysand’s heart.”

“Where is she?” She demanded again.

“Safe, untouched. Can’t say the same about the other one.” The shadows behind her moved and she had to tell Azriel to calm down. “He was surprised when the cauldron took her, but it was the only way to get the other one. He came out here to think about what to do with your sister while those pigs had their time with Y/N.”

Feyre stiffed, Elain was just a bait to get what they really wanted. Did they plan to use the cauldron to change her mind? Force her to work against them? Could they do it? Screams caught her attention again, and she turned to the tent, two guards dragged a body out. A blonde male stumbled out after the guards.

“Do you know them?” She asked Jurian.

“They came to the King a few weeks ago, they wanted her and in return they would give an army to the king.” He simply answered. “As you may have guessed, they’re inside. Hurry.”

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The tent had opened again, and she couldn’t hold back the scoff that came out of her, of course they would do something like that.

“Why am I not surprised? That’s what you two have always been, rats in search of crumbs, feasting on any leftovers you can find, I think it’s quite pathetic.” Illipetor’s face contorted in anger.

“Yet, you’re the one at our mercy.” The older male approached her. “The King is a very generous man. He kills you and that bastard, we give him the Night Fall and I become High Lord.” Y/N laughed.

“You’re still holding onto that little fantasy? That anyone in the Court of Shadows would accept you as their leader?” Illipetor’s hand slapped her face, making her laugh even more.

“They won’t have a choice.” She rolled her eyes.

“Worked so well for you last time.” He grabbed her face.

“You always needed to learn manners, a savage bitch just like your mother.” The grip on her face grew stronger. “I’ll love to see her legacy be erased from history. No one will remember her and most certainly no one will remember you.”

“Just because you’re a traitor asshole, you think that everyone is like you, and that’s what you don’t understand. People are loyal to me, in a way they will never be to you, but you can try.” He slapped her once again and the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.

“You talk too much. Especially for someone that clearly doesn’t have any chances here.” The male turned around. “And what do we have here?” He eyed Elain. “Luther will certainly be happy to have you as a bride.”

Elain watched in silence, her eyes glued to the male’s face, a little smirk adorning her face as Y/N forced her body up, blood ran down her arms even more as she did it. She swung forward, grabbing Illipetor and forcing him back with her. Y/N locked the male in between her thighs, squeezing the air out of his lungs, if her shadows couldn’t do it, she would be a little old fashioned.

The male tried to get out of the iron grip, Elain watched the life be drained from him. Y/N moved her legs again, and the male’s neck snapped in two, she let it go, and the lifeless body fell to her feet.

“Hey Luther, you’re coward fucker, come inside, I have a surprise for you?” She yelled and the male entered the tent a few seconds later, his eyes falling to his dead uncle.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH.” He spat, his fist connecting to her face a few times while she laughed, she knew this would drive him even more insane. “If you would only behave, I could’ve given you everything, but you can’t even act like a decent female.” He said, holding her by the hair. “You wasted your chance, I’ll kill you.”

“I’ll open you like the pig you are, and you’ll be begging for my mercy.” She spat the blood on the corpse laying on the floor. “I would be fast if I were you, rotten things tend to decompose faster.” The male screamed at her, two guards appearing and taking the body with them.

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“Say that you want to pray before you rest.” Jurian suggested and Feyre did just that to the guards.

“Be fast.” One of them ordered.

“You have five minutes, take her to the west limit of the camp, there’s a ravine there. I’ll be there.” He promised. “If you hear screams, don’t panic, hopefully you can carry three, High Lord.”

Azriel didn’t answer, not indicating he was there, but he followed Feyre inside. He watched with horror how bruised and covered in blood Y/N was. Stepping out of the shadows he helped her down while Feyre took care of Elain.

“Are you okay?” He asked, wincing as he saw the cuffs.

“Yeah I’m fine, we will think about this later, we need to go.” She urged the four of them.

“Are you sure you can walk?” Azriel checked again.

“I am, let’s just go.” She kissed his cheek.

“We have a problem.” Feyre warned and they looked at her. “ I can’t undo the spell.”

“I’ll carry her, we just have to go.” Azriel said, gently placing Elain on his shoulder, the three of them started to dart out of the tent. Feyre took the lead, Azriel in the middle with Elain and Y/N following close behind.

It took a minute to realise that Azriel was using his shadows to make a cover for them, make them invisible, just enough to create some distance between them and the King.

“Keep running, my shadows won’t last long.” He urged the three, dashing forwards without looking back. Feyre grabbed a bow as they ran past a weapon station, turning to shoot one of the creatures that followed them. Y/N groaned in frustration as she tried to release the cuffs.

“Azriel, dagger.” She asked and the High Lord quickly threw the Truth-Teller her way, she catched, almost missing it. Turning backwards, fast enough to stab the nearest creature, the thing agonised and blood splashed out of the head.

Feyre kept shooting arrows, the commotion waking up everyone in that camp. At this point the shadows had completely dissipated and they were uncovered in the night. The archers aimed against us, thousands of arrows trying to find anything. Azriel projected a shield, protecting them.

Standing near the cliff, the girl from the pole was there. Shaking in absolute fear. Y/N looked at her, there was no way they could get all of them out at once.

“Take Elain home, I’ll take the other girl.” Feyre begged, completely forgetting about his mate.

“I’ll take all of you.” He snapped at her.

“Please Azriel.” She begged again. Her pleads stopped as an ash arrow pierced through her shoulder and she fell to the ground, the king and his man slowly approaching them.

Y/N jumped close to Feyre, holding his dagger up, protecting her friend. Azriel pulled both Elain and the girl close, his heart twisting in his chest as he saw his mate so far away from his reach.

“Torturing you would be very boring.” He pondered, slowly walking closer. “At least the traditional type of torture.” He laughed. “Rhysand will be so mad, knowing I have his mate.” He turned to Y/N. “I like you, I might take my promise back, you’re too good to be killed by ego.”

Two of the creatures jumped on Feyre, Y/N managed to stab one of them but the other was close to digging its rotten teeth on Feyre’s skin. Suddenly a roar sounded by the camp.

Feyre watched Tamlin with surprise, as he took the dogs down one by one, their eyes meeting for just a second. “Run!” He seemed to say. And then Y/N was helping her up, pulling her towards Azriel. Feyre gripped the arrow, yanking it away from her body.

“We need to fly.” Azriel ordered as they were close enough. Feyre looked at him, she needed to do it, and she needed to do it now. Tamlin kept fighting the creatures, his pain filled screams piecing the air.

Feyre took a deep breath, conjuring her wings, flinching with the pain that took over her body.

“Hold onto him and don’t let go.” Elain ordered to the human girl, she quietly obliged, Y/N watched the two females clinging to him, swallowing the jealousy as Feyre offered her a hand.

Azriel jumped to the skies, and Y/N held tight on Feyre’s hand, the two watched as a dog ran past them, its nails digging on Azriel skin. Y/N screamed in agony as she saw the beast clinging to him too, forcing him down. It was Elain that kicked the beast away, sending it to the bottom of the river.

The two ran towards the end of the land, not daring to look back at what was certainly chasing them, Azriel kept yelling instructions, and when Feyre leaped to the sky, holding Y/N by the chains that still held her wrists together, the female sobbed. And Feyre forced her body up.

She could feel the shields, and forcing that magic that Helion gifted her, she exploded on white light, creating just enough space for them to fly out. They held onto each other as Feyre winnowed them away back to their camp.

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She hadn’t managed to get them further, appearing in the limit of the camp. Both Elain and the girl could walk, but Azriel needed help. Y/N almost barked at Elain when she reached for him.

“Feyre needs help too.” She ordered, helping Azriel to his feet. The five of them walked slowly until they reached the healers tent. The inner circle and the High Lords were waiting for them already.

She refused to leave his side, as Ellora slowly patched him up, taking extra care with his wings. Helion was working on freeing Elain and the other female was also being taken care of.

“Hey, you need to rest.” Eva approached her friend. “Or at least shower, you stink.” Y/N laughed. “Thalia is going to watch over him, come with me.” She ordered.

Eva slowly put her towards her tent, a bath waited for her. The witch helped her undress, and she sank in the water.

“Let me take care of this for you.” She held her wrists above water, and Evanore started to work on the intricate spell that held the thing in place and blocked her magic. After 10 minutes, the cuffs fell to the ground and Y/N felt her magic back full force, the wounds starting to heal.

“I killed him.” She confided in Evanore.

“Who?” Her friend asked, rubbing the blood from her arms.

“Illipetor, he and Luther sold me so they could have power.” Eva looked at her friend.

“That’s why the cauldron took you.” She rested her forehead against her shoulder. “I was so scared.”

“I’m not going anywhere. We have more trouble to cause.” Y/N reassured her friend, but truth be told, she also felt scared of not coming back, not seeing her best friend again, not seeing Azriel again.

She pressed her eyes shut, the swelling from the left eye already feeling better. She sat there in silence with Evanore until the water was cold and her belly loudly groaned.

“Get dressed, you should eat.” Y/N allowed herself to be conducted by Eva, eating as much as she could and fetching a plate for Azriel.

His wounds were already closing, just tiny scratches marred the leathery skin of his wings. She cleared her throat and he opened his eyes.

“Hey, you.” He greeted her. She sat by his side, breathing his scent, and feeling the tears falling from her eyes. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m fine.” He reassured, quickly sitting and pulling her closer.

He held her as she sobbed, her head buried in the crook of his neck. He never had someone crying over him before, which made him feel a bit funny.

“I came here to feed you, not be consoled by you.” Azriel stilled.

“Feed me?” He looked at the plate. “Did you cook this?” He looked at her incredulously and she snorted.

“I can cook okay. But for now you have to be happy with whatever the kitchen made for you.” She pushed the plate to him and he took a bite.

“You have to stop scaring me like that, okay?” He asked and she turned to him, watching the ring in his fingers, made with the same stone as her necklace. She grabbed his hand, drawing invisible patterns in it and then kissing the scarred skin.

“As long as this stone keeps glowing, it means that I’m alive and I’m coming back to you.” And just as she finished, both the ring and the necklace started to glow.

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Taglist: @allison-rosewood-maximoff @devilsfoodcake22 @fieldofdaisiies @valeridarkness @brekkershadowsinger @margssstuff @patdsinner33

[riviclouds]

i like to think durge and orin used to be close before the lobotomization incident

[gl0wf1shhhguy]

can we get more baby dough Dark Choco? he's adorable 🥺

Feeling strangely maternal towards the fictional cookie baby

[ne-cocoa]

It was the perfect opportunity for more Bao content, heheheee :>

[littlefankingdom]

This man (Bruce) is so abnormal about parenthood and so intense about his love for Dick. "He's not my son, he's more than that" Son is not a strong enough word for what Dick is to him. And the last panel being Oliver with Roy, which is later, implying that Oliver finally understood wtf was Bruce talking about when he got Roy, being like "wtf does his weird bs make sense?!?"

But also, a part of it may come from how Dick wasn't comfortable with becoming Bruce's son, so Bruce got used to immediately correcting people when they called him his father or Dick his son because he doesn't want Dick to overhear it and be hurt (a lot of people in the fandom seems to forget that it was Dick who did not want to be adopted and who was against Bruce being his father. Of course, that changed with time, but Bruce respecting that is great and not "bad parenting". A foster parent should never force a kid to accept them as their father/mother)

[lemonomelette]

something something about doomed yaoi

[shuihuzhuan]

do you eat your lobster with or without the peel

[namespara]

If Cazador ever commented on Astarions companions (instead of just ignoring them which ultimately leads to his downfall) he'd be pretty flabbergasted to see the durge he definitly has heard of innit

[itshirohi]

Every time I start the DB this is how I imagine this scene goes pretty much.

[imafuckinstar]

do you think thalia ever lies awake at night feeling guilty about zeus choosing to save her life while he let jason just die with no regret or sympathy

[moonlightazriel]

Son of the Darkness XVI /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: SMUT and talkings about war.

Word Count: 2,7K

Notes: After so long, SOD is finally back, it feels so good to be writing this again.

Son of the Darkness Masterlist

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“I must say that I love a good-looking fierce female.” Helion leaned closer to Y/N and she giggled trying to politely shove him away, Azriel raised an eyebrow at that, his wings flaring and he puffed his chest, appearing bigger and scarier as Helion hit on his mate. 

They had retrieved to a banquet room, food was being served and wine was being passed around. Y/N was seated right beside Helion and Azriel was across from them, the High Lords and their courts having nice conversations with each other, the atmosphere was amicable, it almost felt like the meeting hadn't occurred. 

“What are our numbers?” Tamlin asked, trying to make small talk, everyone turned his way, harsh gazes directed at him, he tried to ignore how this made him feel, by sipping on his goblet. 

“Let’s enjoy this feast, we never got to be together like that.” Thesan redirected the conversation to something else, everyone was hiding their numbers, Tamlin could not be trusted, it was a smart move. 

Soon, everyone was walking around, talking with friends they hadn’t seen in a really long time. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow among the stones that composed the room and the people. 

“This place is beautiful.” Y/N whispered, appearing behind Azriel, her voice sounded tired. He turned to her, pulling her closer by the waist.

“Did you like it? I can build one for you.” She looked at him, blushing a bit under his intense gaze, the sun reflected in his eyes, making them look like melted gold.

“No need, I’m perfectly fine with Tornan.” She replied, feeling the light flutter of a thousand butterflies in her stomach as he looked at her. 

Azriel wanted to kiss her, but instead, he pulled her towards the musicians, moving her in an animated dance. Neither of them were that good, bumping into each other but the smile on her face made it all worth it. 

His family watched, Azriel seemed lighter, happier. He deserved all the happiness he could find, and he sure did in the arms of the female who looked at him like he was her whole world. They could smell their bond, so strong, even if it hadn’t snapped yet for her. A match like no other. 

“You’re all welcome to stay here for the night, but you can leave.” Thesan announced. Rhysand’s voice quickly echoed through their minds, telling them he would like to stay. 

Each high lord had the same idea, deciding to stay. Thesan escorted Tamlin out and the Night court walked to their designated chamber. Helion follows them closely. 

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“The Illyrian legions are ready for war, every single camp was prepared. The dark bringers are joining too.” Rhys stated, spinning the wine in his glass. Helion nodded. 

“My armies are all ready as well. Everyone I could gather.” He looked at Azriel, he was standing in the corner, hugging Y/N from behind, with his arm around her neck. Helion eyed the both of them with lust, the clear smell of arousal made Cassian snort a laughter. “You know you’re always invited to join, Lord of Bloodshed.” He whispered, winking at Cassian. 

“Her legions are ready.” He said he was the High Lord, but the person who spent her whole life getting ready and taking care of his “army” was her, it was only fair to address things properly. 

“55.000 soldiers ready to be transported by the Sephiran coven.” She added that pride emanated from the dark bridge between them, so much pride that leaked through half their bond. 

“We’re marching to war as well.” Evanore, who had watched all evening in her own world, spoke. “For healing and for protecting, if we can gather the armies together, we can bless the weapons.” 

“Cassian and I are going to the Illyrian camps first thing tomorrow morning.” Rhys turned to her. “Maybe you can start there? I can try to help.” Eva nodded. 

“Sounds like a plan.” She happily replied. 

“Then we need to go back home, it’s time for the Nightfall.” The night court members nodded. 

Talking took a little while longer, with Feyre pulling Y/N aside. As soon as they were on the balcony, Feyre smiled at her. 

“I need your help.” She started, not sure how to tell her exactly what the plan was.

“Whatever you need.” Feyre nodded.

“I want Bryaxis by our side.” Y/N’s eyes widened.

“The Soul Seeker?” The female smirked. “That will be interesting. We will do that tomorrow.” Feyre nodded, shared a quick handshake and they went back inside. 

“Do you want to go to sleep, my love?” Azriel asked as she approached, a cute yawn coming out of her mouth as she agreed, they said their goodbyes and marched to the chamber designated to them. 

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“What is up with Helion? He looked like he wanted to fuck you.” She asked, removing her jewelry and makeup in front of the mirror. 

“It’s his dream to get me and Cassian in his bed.” He approached her from behind, hands pressing the knots in her shoulders. “And now apparently you.” She could hear the jealousy in his voice. 

“Jealous, my High Lord?” Her voice was low and sensual, her pink tongue wetting her lips as she looked at him through the mirror. 

“Maybe.” It was all that he said, his hand wrapped around her throat and he forced her up, kicking the chair to the side. “It’s just that…” His lips started to kiss the skin of her neck, and she let her head fall onto his shoulder, pressing her lips together so she wouldn’t moan. “The thought of you with another male, it’s enough to drive me insane.”

His hand kept pressing her throat, while his other traveled down her body, fingers ghosting over her nipple, which hardened under his touch, the lacy nightgown was also enough to drive him mad. His cock throbbed in his pants, and he pressed it against her ass. 

“Eager, I see?” She teased, Azriel smirked against the skin of her shoulder, only to dip his hand inside her underwear, touching her bare dripping cunt. She shivered, pressing her legs together, arching her back and her ass as she tried to control her breath. Azriel rubbed circles in her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. He wanted to taste her so badly. 

He turned her around, almost coming with her expression, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, and flushed cheeks, he felt proud of being the one making her feel like that. His hands helped her sit on the desk, the contact of her hot skin against the cold surface made her whimper, the sound going straight to Azriel’s cock.

He pulled down her underwear, locking his gaze on her, her expression filled with lust as she watched him kneel in front of her, part her legs open, and dip his head between her legs, tongue licking a stripe along her core, focusing on the apex of her tights while two of his fingers pumped in and out of her. One of her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer to her, while the other held firmly on the desk. 

She whimpered and squirmed, feeling her peak approach her fast as Azriel’s skilled tongue drove her closer to the edge, he flickered his tongue in circles, making her moan loudly. 

“Oh Mother, I’m going to cum.” She blurted it out, how long since someone properly ate her out? She couldn’t even remember, and she didn’t want to, he was the only one who would ever do that again, and he did it so well.

“Come in my tongue, love.” He said, going back to his ministrations, moving his fingers and tongue in synchrony, at an impossibly fast pace. Y/N was violently thrown over the edge. Coming so hard that she felt consciousness slip away from her grasp. Azriel noticed, getting up and pulling her in his arms. Gently carrying her to bed. 

He pulled her under the covers, circling the bed and going to the other side, pulling her to his chest again, she softly snored and he tried to calm his hormones, going to sleep with the taste of her still in his tongue. 

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“We have to go home soon.” Azriel said, rubbing soap on her back as they shared the shower in the morning. She turned to him, gently applying shampoo on his dark locks, fingers rubbing his scalp and Azriel let out a low groan in pleasure, he loved to have her whining and panting underneath him, but this non-sexual pleasure? Just having her in this intimate way? It was enough to have him giggling and kicking his feet like a little girl. 

“Are you going with Rhys?” He nodded. “I’ll ask someone to take me there, I need to do something with Feyre first.” He hummed in agreement. 

“Maybe Mor can take you.” Y/N whispered a “sure” and they finished their shower. Getting dressed and eating the meal that was sent to their chamber. 

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“Thank you again for coming with me.” Y/N shook her head, they were all back to the night court, and now she and Feyre were marching down to the bottom of the library. 

“I like him.” It was all that the brunette said. Her scalp tingled as she felt the temperature drop, Feyre squeezed her hand harshly. “Hey, Soul Seeker.” 

“I haven’t heard this name in a long time.” The shadows moved with curiosity. “You’re not from here.” He deduced. “You belong home.” 

“Took a while for you to notice.” She joked and Feyre tried to look at her, feeling the fear sneaking up her spine, she was rigid, afraid to make the wrong move. The shadows moved and the beast chuckled. 

“They fear me here.” Bryaxis stated. 

“Good for you, that our High Lady here has a deal for you.” She nudged Feyre, the female cleared her throat. 

“If you help us in the war, I can get you home.” The beast got agitated with interest. 

“All I have to do is help?” Feyre hummed in agreement. “And how do I get back to the Court of Shadows?” He inquired. 

“The Sephiran.” Y/N replied. 

“Ahhh, the witches. My dearest friends.” The shadows moved and it felt like he was happy. 

“But…” they abruptly stopped. “You will have to follow our rules, and fight for us until we don’t need you anymore, and only then will we bring you home.” The creature watched Y/N, then Feyre, who stood with more confidence. 

“We have a deal then.” The creature said, and both females could feel the burning in their arms, as they reached the light, a drawing of the night sky, the court of the Shadows night sky, marked their skin.

“I’ll ask Amren to help with the restraining spell. Mor will take you to the camps.” Feyre stated as they reached the house of wind. “Thank you for helping me.” 

“I’m always here to aid a friend.” She winked, squeezing Feyre’s hand, the female smiled, going after Amren. 

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“I hate this place.” Mor stated as she felt the male’s eyes lingered a bit too long on parts they shouldn’t. 

“Males are awful everywhere, I see.” She pointed out, gaining a few more angry gazes as they walked through Windhaven, reaching Devlon’s tent. 

Rhysand sat on the desk, while Cassian discussed strategies with Devlon, who had a very sour expression on his face. 

“Where’s Eva and Azriel?” Y/N asked, earning the attention of the three males. 

“She’s protecting the weapons and he’s with her, for safety.” Rhys gestured for the two to approach. Y/N looked at the Prythian map.

“We should face them in an open field.” Devlon insisted.

“Or we could force them near the sea, here.” Cassian pointed. 

“Some of the summer court members have water abilities, and so do the witches.” The leader of Windhaven shivered at the words. “That beautiful creature out there? One of the most powerful witches ever born.” She proudly spoke of her best friend. 

“Fucking hell.” That was all that he replied. Looking back at the map. 

“Here, we have this mountain and water. This guarantees they can’t attack us from behind. Natural protection.” She crossed her arms. Cassian smiled at her. 

“That’s actually perfect, but how do we get this many people there?” 

“Teleporting!” Evanore said, entering the tent, sweat coated her forehead even in the cold winds of the mountain. “Me and my sisters can teleport all of them, it’s no big deal.” She smiled. 

“Then it’s done.” Cassian circulated the area on the map with a coal pencil. “This is where it all ends.” 

At this same time, Feyre and her sisters entered the tent, Nesta looking around and giving a small smile to Eva and Y/N, while Elain just nodded to everyone, her eyes lingering a little while longer on Azriel, Y/N rolled her eyes at that, deciding to ignore it.

Then, they all felt the shaking of the ground and the air being knocked out of their lungs, like a huge wave of raw magic sweeping over the camp, the terrified looks in their eyes. 

“The wall is gone.” Nesta stated. She had felt it more deeply as they used the cauldron. 

“We need to be fast.” Y/N grabbed Evanore’s hand and they both disappeared through the folds of time. Going home. 

They were met with the witches already waiting at the war camp. “I called them.” Eva explained. 

“ATTENTION.” Y/N yelled, the soldiers falling silent as they reunited in front of their general. “It’s time.” Her voice echoed through the camp, thanks to one of the Sephiran spells. “The war is here and we need to prepare, he trained our whole lives for this. This is the moment.” The soldiers nodded in silence. “Gather your supplies, take your armor. We’re leaving in the morning.” She dismissed them with a wave of her hand. 

The chaos started as soon as they departed, the clinking of metal from the armory being carried around, swords being cleaned and packed. The kitchen packing food to feed an army twice as big. The healers rushed around getting their wagons ready. 

“Someone needs to go back to Prythian and keep blessing their weapons.” Eva told Rune, who just nodded, that she might be the leader and know everything that was happening, but Evanore was the future of the Coven, she wanted to see if her sister had what it took to keep their legacy once Rune couldn’t. 

“I’ll send Thalia and Kharis to bless their weapons. Ellora, Alais, Ryo, and I are going to transport them. You should rest, sister.” Rune advised. 

“Rune is right.” Y/N squeezed Evanore’s shoulder. “You can rest in my tent.” The blond looked at her. 

“What about you?” Her blue eyes were filled with concern. 

“I have too much to do.” She ushered Evanore to her tent, turning to Rune. “We need to take them to the Illyrian war camps.” She felt all the weight on her shoulders, Ryo wrapped her in a hug. “I’m so sorry to ask that from you.” 

“It’s our land too, we will fight for what’s right.” Ellora spoke, her voice was soothing. She squeezed Y/N’s hand. “Everything is going to be fine.” But she wondered if they really would. The fear was clawing at her heart and she felt sick to her stomach. 

“I’ll prepare tea for you.” Alais offered and the female nodded. She needed to calm down if she wanted to make this work.

“Thank you all, for always being kind to me. You’re all a blessing to this land.” Rune smiled at her. The witch was at least 700 years old, but as all the witches did, she looked as young as ever with the red hair and the freckles adorning her face. 

“It’s our pleasure to fight by your side, general.” The witch bowed, Ryo let her go and Alais was next to her with the tea, she sipped quickly, feeling the calming properties of the plant filling her senses. 

She exchanged a quick goodbye to the witches and went to the meeting room, to share her strategies with her soldiers, the sounds of the camp muffled by her powerful voice. 

“I guarantee to you all, we will be the standing ones on that battlefield, we won’t lose this war.”

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Taglist: @allison-rosewood-maximoff @devilsfoodcake22 @fieldofdaisiies @brekkershadowsinger @valeridarkness @margssstuff

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cinematic parallels

[be-xkyy]

𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝑌𝑎𝑛! 𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑆𝑜𝑛

Warning: platonic yandere, possessive, jealous, crying, a little cute?, this is PLATONIC.

This is something platonic that I don't know why I wrote, since it's not part of my usual content... but the idea came to me and I wrote it in an hour or so, so here it is. 🤷🏻‍♀️🖤

Divider credits: @cafekitsune ★ @bernardsbendystraws ★

Masterlist

Part 2

Yandere Little Son who is a beautiful and energetic 5 year old boy, your only baby, your only son for now (forever) who adores his mommy, YOU, with all his heart.

Yandere Little Son who since he was a baby was always calm and happy in your arms, but only with you, since he would sob and scream at the top of his lungs when someone else grabbed him (including his father)

Yandere Little Son who despite everyone saying that he would become more independent and less clingy when he grew up, that didn't happen. Oh no. He just became more attached to you and when he learned to walk he started following you around (like a little duckling)

Yandere Little Son who took his first steps walking towards you, his first words were "Ma—ma!", all his drawings are of you and him (and a distant figure in a corner that according to your son's own words is his father. At least he added it... right?)

Yandere Little Son who was sobbing and screaming when you first took him to daycare, the teacher told you that all kids were like that on their first day and that your son would calm down when he was with the other kids. Only an hour later you received a call from daycare to go pick him up since he wouldn't stop crying.

Yandere Little Son who learns at home with a private tutor since he doesn't want to be separated from you at any time, he pretends to get along with the tutor in your presence only to kick her hard under the table when you go to the kitchen for lemonade (he gets upset when she takes it easy and doesn't give up)

Yandere Little Son who approaches angrily and kicks his father with all his might (it doesn't hurt) when he sees him kissing you, his little hands push him (without moving him even a millimeter) while he yells at him in a shrill voice.

"Get away from my mommy! Get away, get away!".

Yandere Little Son who every night sleeps in your room regardless of you putting him to bed in his room, he leaves his room to go to yours, climbs into bed and lays right between you and his father, he snuggles up to your side squeezing his teddy bear while asking you to tell him a story (he falls asleep halfway through)

Yandere Little Son who always wants to match your clothes, always helps you in the kitchen when you're cooking something (he ends up covered in flour) and always gives you flowers when you go out and even when you're at home he cuts the flowers from the neighbor's garden to give them to you (your neighbor comes to your house upset because your son pulled out all her daisies)

Yandere Little Son who started crying when he found out you were pregnant and had a little brother or sister, he sobbed clinging to you hiding his face in your stomach saying he doesn't want a little brother or sister.

"NO! Mommy... sniff— sniff... I don't want a brother or sister! You'll stop loving me and only want him! sniff—"

Yandere Little Son who lets you comfort him by taking him in your arms telling him that even if you have another child he will always be your baby, your first son, that you have special affection for him, he stops crying hiding his face in your neck even though your words calm him down, he takes his head out of your neck to look at you his little hands gently grab your cheeks.

"And if I don't like my little brother when he's here... can we return him? Give him to someone else who wants him... ok mommy?"

[gummybyte]

back into the cookie phase ig

[miphasdream]

ALUCARD | CASTLEVANIA: NOCTURNE

[lets-throw-bacchanal]

My 2 fav book genres are: what the fuck richard and what the fuck andrew