#thanks for the ask nyxie!!!

[happi-tree]

wip word game uhhhh what about dangerous

Hiiiiiii there Nyxie!!! Hope you're having a relaxing night 💙💙💙 So funny thing. The only time in which I've used the word "dangerous" has apparently already been posted 🤡 I hope "danger" is close enough!

Once again. It's Swiftli. Sorry, my demons. Or. My knights and princes, in this case.

The girls are fighting, as they say ⚔️

[arikihalloween]

I remember you bring up the Pause Garden when talking about the three Nyxies

That I did !

1.0 (Dreamwalkers), 2.0 ( Nameless) and 3.0 (Current Nyxie) are canonically native from the Pause Garden

Basically, the story goes that Crea ( me/my sona) wanted to make a WH sona. Ethlynn, an oc, walked by and asked to try and help making the sona. For experiment purpose, Crea accepted and they made Nyxie. But due to Ethlynn's interference, Nyxie awoke with awareness of her situation and dreamwalking powers, and her own conscience split from me, making her a failed sona (meta lore goes brrrr)

Nyxie was then raised by Ethlynn and brought to the WH universe

The Pause Garden itself is a story I created when I was in hisghschool, a sort of middle place for all my ocs to meet. It's a little café set in a bubble in the dream realm, outside of time and space and connected to other universes. A guest ( creators and ocs alike) can come and go depending on some conditions. You are either invited to the Pause Garden by a dreamwalker ( Ethlynn or Guard mainly ), an aberration ( native inhabitants of the Pause Garden) or with dimension traveling powers.

The story was set in a way to let the reader discover my ocs and each of their characters arcs that are more or less about the sense of self, and then it all link to the depression I started having in HS ( so most of the story was written by teen me and I picked it back up as an adult)

The Nyxies stories are also about the sense of self btw, weither it's fate/fatality for 1.0, being homeless and discarded for 2.0 or about being an outsider forced in a story for 3.0

I mention Ethlynn a lot because she's one of the first ocs, the oc that knows the most about the Pause Garden itself and what she is ( a character from a discarded novel) and my fav tbh

Pause Garden was supposed to be a video game btw !

In the game, the reader becomes a y/n to interact with the ocs for a week, and each day you meet new characters. The more you talk to them and learn about their stories, the more they'll likely help you later. Then the first incident happen, and Ethlynn takes you back to your world/home screen. Week goes on, second incident happens and this time, other guest ( creators) walk you back. Third time, no one can help you, you are stuck in the PG with the ocs. The place becomes distorted, with half of the ocs corrupting. To save everyone, you're given a notebook with their original page, and you gotta go from room to room to try and get everyone back to their pages. Some characters are friends, others foes, some are neither and some are both.

The story would be about you as much as them, with some being "main characters" like Ethlynn, Sanaë and Kali, or Shiva, and other more background like Eularia, Silkia, Goupil, Hamelinn, Snow-Snow, Halloween, etc

[babacontainsmultitudes]

hi baba i hope you are feeling better! i don’t really have anything specific to chat about i just wanted to send well wishes 💕💕💕

Hi Nyx!!!! :] I would say that I am so-so atm (you know what I need more than anything actually? Some good quality sleep lmao) But!!! Very very grateful for everyone who has sent nice messages or just otherwise talked to me about whatever was on their mind, you guys are so kind!!!!! It has definitely helped :)

I super appreciate the well-wishes Nyx, sending some right back at you 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 😊

[official-kenralie-fanbase]

Hello 👋

I would like to ask you # 1, 3, and 9

Hello! :D

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

I write in Times New Roman! Overall, I don't really care, but I absolutely refuse to write in Arial. I don't know why, it just very much bothers me for some reason. Sometimes I'll be funky and write in Garamond or Verdana or something, but normally I just stick with Times New Roman.

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

I don't really have a specific writing ritual (unless you count making a playlist that I'll end up ignoring and skipping every other song), but something cursed about the way I write is that I cannot jump into anything blind. Trying to jump into a project blind scares me. With original works, I'll have to plan out the entire thing before I start, down to the time of day each scene takes place. With fanfic, since I have a base to start with, I can normally just start writing (especially with oneshots) but only if I have a really solid idea. This is cursed bc sometimes I come up with really great ideas that are arguably better than what I had in mind, but I'd have to rework the whole outline to get them in.

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

I definitely believe in the supernatural, although I think that many appearances of ghosts can be explained by other supernatural phenomena. I haven't thought about it too much, but my overall answer would be yes, tentatively.

Send me an ask for the writer's ask game!

[yaeverse]

Dinner Date | j.ww

pairing: class president! wonwoo x playgirl!reader

summary: going on a date with your class president who actually have had a secret crush on you for a while

warnings: slight nsfw, fluff, a few wet kisses

a/n: helloo nyxies, i'm still new to writing so deepest apologies if there some grammatical errors found in my fanfic. anyways, enjoyyy

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You could say you were hell ass surprised when he asked you out to dinner after winning the school art competition. Your class president, Jeon Wonwoo, also known as the campus heartthrob had a secret crush on you for sometime now. The man was undeniably handsome, hot, smart and basically a walking wet dream that had every girl or boy drooling over him

Walking and pacing around your room, figuring out on what to wear, making sure to not look like you're whoring yourself on your first date with Wonwoo, your mind brings you back to the moment he asked you out.

(flashback)

"y/n, will you go on a date with me..?" he asks as he looks at you with a stoic face. Wonwoo actually had this all planned in his head but things didn't really go as well as he thought it would, "I'll pick you up later at seven.." he continues, leaving no space for rejection.

(end of flashback)

"Dammit, Jeon Wonwoo.. you got me nervous over a date.." you sigh, deciding on wearing a turtleneck croptop partnered with a skirt. Yeah, you've had your past relationships and flings, but oh damn, did Wonwoo got you this nervous.

Hearing your phone ring, you immediately sat up answering the call.

"Hey.." you said,

"I'm outside.." he says in a husky voice, sending shivers down your spine,

"Alright, I'm heading out.."

This was absolutely the very first moment of you being nervous of stepping out your apartment. I mean, we are talking of Jeon Wonwoo, who wouldn't be nervous.

Stepping out your door, your eyes meet Wonwoo's gaze as he stands awestruck at your beauty.

"You look.." he stutters, "beautiful, y/n.."

"oh hey, we're twinning!" you smile excitingly at the adorable coincident

He stares at you, his heart fluttering at the sight of your smile. You had quite a reputation around campus, 'Playgirl Y/N', but couldn't care less. He just saw you for who you are.

The drive was comfortably quiet. Exchanging a few glances and questions to lift the awkward tension.

"so, congrats on winning earlier.." he says, glancing in your direction,

"thanks" you smiled back, "i never thought i'd win, i messed up a few paints due to nervousness.."

"what are you talking about?" he lightly chuckles, turning the steering wheel as he talks with you, "yours was the best one there, so of course you'd win.."

You can't help but smile at his words. "thank you, wonwoo.."

After a few minutes drive, you two finally arrive.

"We're here" he says, stepping out of the driver's seat to open your door

You can't help but your eyes widen and mouth drop in agape at how beautiful, and to say expensive the place looks. He really went all out for a first date, and you think you don't deserve this kind of treatment.

"Let's go..?" he asks, guiding you by your waist, "don't be nervous, y/n, be yourself.."

"Y-you didn't really have to do all this..." you look up to meet his gaze

"Well, I wanted to"

Dinner was mostly filled with a few exchanged talks and warm conversations. Getting to know each other, and finding a few interesting facts that none of the two of you thought to be possibly real.

Spending time and getting to know him made you realize that he is everything you could ask for a guy. After having failed relationships, and jumping from one guy to another, you finally conclude that Jeon Wonwoo is YOUR TYPE OF MAN. You now can see why almost everyone in campus say the he's the perfect ideal boyfriend a girl can ever ask. He's a complete gentleman, smart, handsome, hot, a walking wet dream, like everything. You just know that after this date, you will never be the same. You could already feel the effects this guy has over you.

"Did you enjoy the dinner, y/n?" he asks,

"Of course, I did," you smile, as you took out your wallet "Oh- I can pay the dinner-"

"You're not paying dinner, princess," he chuckled, gently pushing your hand back to yourself, "I already payed anyways.."

"Y-you're too much, won.." you smile warmly at him,

"Nothing's too much, y/n," he smiles back, "You ready to go home..?"

You nod and as a gentleman he is, he escorts you outside, holding your waist. The warmth of his palm on your waist was enough to send butterflies bursting to your stomach, making your heartbeat crazy.

"So, uh, this is goodnight i guess.." he mumbles as he walks you to your door, "good night, y/n..."

"wait-" you pause, realizing what you just said

"yes..?" he immediately looked back, giving you all his attention

he walks closer to you, leaning in as he sees your eyes laid on his lips, making him chuckle.

"my eyes are up here, princess.." he smirked, "may i..?"

No words came out but you just nodded. He slowly leans in. Your heart beats in anticipation as you close your eyes, ready to feel his lips on yours.

But, oh damn, was he soft like feather.

You tensed up feeling his lips on yours. 'Get a grip, y/n, it's not like it's your first time kissing someone' you mentally scold yourself. You then feel his hand settle on your waist as the other settles behind your neck, pulling you closer to him.

You two pause for a moment to catch your breaths as he rested his forehead on yours. You smiled, and you know he's smiling as well. He then leans in again with more affection.

"Mmhh.." you hear him moan to the kiss as he swiftly licks your lower lip, begging to get in. With pleasure, you open your lips partly and he slide his tongue in immediately.

You two get lost in the moment, feeling waves of pleasure and adrenaline rush through every inch of your body at the sensation of his tongue dancing with yours. His hand grip your neck a bit tighter as he pulls you closer to give him more access inside your mouth as he makes out with you.

The kiss slowly calms down as you two pull back, gasping for air, foreheads resting against each other.

"We're going for a second date then..?" he asks with a light chuckle, his thumb caressing your waist,

"You're a good kisser, by the way.." you laugh, "And yes, a second date would be fucking great.."

He pecks your lips as he replies, "Next time, you'll receive more than a kiss, princess.."

Your face becomes a blushing mess as he smirked at your reaction

"W-Wonwoo...!" you whine playfully as you hit his chest,

"God, I'll make you scream my name next time.." he smirked, chuckling in a low tone,

"See you around, princess..." he greets you goodbye as he drives his car away

You just know that there'll be no more next guy after Wonwoo.

And you just know that in the next date, you'll end up being unable to walk

[cressidagrey]

Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours- Chapter 1: The Morrigan

Summary:

5 Times Cassian thought that Azriel had feelings for somebody and then 1 time he finally met the girl his brother was in love with.

Warnings:

Rhys Bashing

Notes:

I put a lot of world building into this. If you don't recognise it from canon, I probably invented. Or I forgot that canon existed.

(thanks to @firefly-graphics for the super pretty dividers!)

It all started with a glowing ball thing for Nyx’s Birthday. 

Azriel, who was notoriously known for absolutely hating to buy gifts for anybody that weren’t very practical and needed….bought Nyx a ball filled with glowing magic, which was the kind of thing the Tartera fairies used to give their kids to play with. 

Cassian just wondered where Azriel had picked that up. There hadn't been any mention of any missions related to the lesser fairies that lived in the mountains surrounding Velaris, but that didn't necessarily mean anything.

Still…

Azriel of all people suddenly being knowledgeable about children's toys?

Well, Cassian had not lived nearly 540 years to find that too weird. 

And Nyx loved his glowing ball thing. 

So maybe it wasn’t that weird. 

It was Nyxie’s 2nd birthday, of course, they were going to get him gifts. 

It was natural. That was what uncles were supposed to do. 

“I have seen these before. Tartera use them for their children,” Amren said, a comment thrown into the conversation and left there as Azriel murmured something about having gotten it from somebody he knew. 

And maybe if it had just been the ball and nothing else…then he would have thought nothing about it. 

But it didn’t. 

A few days later Azriel showed up after a mission, and unceremoniously handed Feyre a few pressed watercolour paints. 

Azriel, Azriel who absolutely hated finding gifts for anybody , brought home paints for Feyre because he saw them and thought she would like them.

He wasn’t the only one who stared at him at that. Even Rhys seemed more bemused than anything by Azriel handing his mate a couple of paints and then disappearing again.

Still…Cassian wondered. What in the world had brought this one now? Why buy anybody anything that was…well….

It was a thoughtful gift, he needed to admit it. And he was sure that Feyre appreciated the paints. 

But still. 

More intel was clearly needed. Maybe it was just a one-off. Who knew what was happening in Azriel’s brain most of the time?

Cassian loved his brother. He liked to think that he knew him after over 500 years. 

And then something happened and he wondered if any of them even knew Azriel at all. Tightly controlled, protective but still with a fierce temper that took a long time to rise but when it did…then his name of Lord of Bloodshed made him look like a puppy against Azriel. 

Azriel waited and waited and then stroked out viper quickly and far harsher than needed. 

Days later, Azriel handed Nesta two hairpins that also doubled as Stiletto Blades. 

Just as beautiful and deadly as Cassian’s mate. 

They were works of art. Even somebody as uncultured as Cassian could see that. A pair of quicksilver, lightly curved things that were carefully and painstakingly engraved. The rubies at the top seemed to glow, nearly matching Cassian’s syphons. 

Quite frankly, it was a better gift than he had managed to get his mate for her last birthday. 

“I thought you would like them,” Azriel said, his voice quiet, nearly hesitant. 

Regardless of how prickly Nesta could be, even she wasn’t about to bite off Azriel’s head when he looked so hopeful that she was going to like them. 

Especially not, because for some reason, Nesta seemed to dote on Azriel sometimes nearly. So Cassian watched bemused as Nesta took them, a beautiful smile on her face, thanks to a gift his brother had given her. 

“A friend of mine made them. Let me know if they work, they were a test pair,” Azriel explained to Nesta, who nodded with a bloodthirsty little grin. 

“If they do, do I get more?” Nesta asked him and Azriel just inclined his head.

“In any colour you want,” he promised her. Cassian knew that Azriel was serious about it. If Nesta came to him in a week and told him she wanted a pair set with emeralds, Azriel was going to get them for her. 

Az was like that. 

Hiding a surprisingly soft heart behind layers and layers of sharp spikes. 

And then, after the next time, he went somewhere…Azriel came back with a knife for Mor. 

Oh no. 

Suddenly it all made sense. 

Granted it was a pretty knife. A very pretty knife. 

But still. 

Morrigan . 

Azriel had spent half a millennia miserably pining over Mor. 

Cassian had also not made it better in the slightest.

Mor had used him to escape an arranged marriage and Cassian was an idiot and had gone for it, because…well, he had been jealous of Azriel. So instead, he had been stupid and hurt his brother enough that Azriel still wasn’t over it. 

Azriel had never said anything about it. 

Of course not. Azriel was the type to suffer in silence. 

Not even when Mor had finally admitted to all of them that she preferred Females, that she was dating Emerie, that she was in love with a woman…it had always just…

Azriel had spent half a millennia pining over Mor and had only gotten over her seemingly a couple of years ago…and then the whole Elain thing had happened. 

Elain. 

Cassian still wondered what exactly had gone down there. 

He didn't know. 

Still, he wondered. Wondered, what had pushed between them, because Azriel and Elain seemed to get along so well...and he had really thought that maybe there was something brewing between them.  Something more than simple friendship. But of course, she was mated, so really…Azriel had never stood a chance, had he? 

Azriel had stayed stoic. Of course. 

He didn’t talk about it. Still, Cassian could pinpoint it to Elain and Lucien growing closer…and Az doing everything to stay away from her. 

He hadn’t said a word. 

He hadn’t needed to. Something had happened, Cassian could see that. He had never seen his brother seem quite that…broken. Quite that…ripped apart. 

When Elain and Lucien finally figured things out, it broke Azriel’s heart. 

And Azriel had reacted like he always did to pain. Silent. 

Azriel had said nothing, done nothing. 

He had just…become even quieter than usual. Even more skittish. Cassian knew him well enough to know that pushing him about it was a fucking suicide mission. So he hadn’t.

Still, he wished his brother would rage and fight and Cassian could do something to make it better. And not just...seemingly crawl inside himself and lay down to die. 

But then,   he had his own problems with Nesta to figure out at the time so maybe he hadn’t been quite the brother that Azriel had needed. Maybe he should have pushed and prodded and gotten Azriel to talk to him about Elain before Lucien and she had disappeared off to the Day Court. 

Maybe that would have made sure that Azriel wasn’t going to go back to pine right over Mor. 

Which he clearly was going to do. 

Starting with that noise. 

Azriel would go back to pine over Mor. Never anything salacious. Just quietly. Respectfully. Like his brother was with every fibre of his being. 

He wouldn't say anything, do anything that could be constructed as anything but devoted friendship. And he would be devoted. Cassian knew that. 

He would be utterly miserable, all because he so desperately wanted somebody that would see him. See not the Terror of the Night Court, the Spymaster that made enemies cower...but him. Azriel. Behind the black leathers and the shadows that clung to him. 

Morrigan gave Azriel a gracious smile,  always radiant, thanked Azriel and happily took the knife. 

Azriel seemed happy about it. 

The moment Azriel looked away, Mor shot him a look, pointed and a little bit terrified. She knew. Cassian knew too. 

Cassian thought about opening his mouth and saying something right then. He just wasn’t quite sure what. Azriel could gift Mor a dagger if he wanted to. There was nothing bad about it. It wasn’t inappropriate? It was just…

Azriel was gonna go back to pining over unavailable Mor, who these days seemed quite content to have her own winged warrior that decisively was not Azriel, but instead Emerie. 

And Azriel was…Azriel was gonna be miserable. He seemingly always was these days. 

And Cassian didn’t know how to make it better. 

Maybe if he just…Maybe if he just made it very clear to Az that Mor was never going to go for him and that going back to pining over her was not going to make him anything but miserable. 

Right. 

There was to hope that his brother didn’t outright kill him for it. Better to do it when they were already dressed for that. 

He grasped the opportunity at their next sparring session.

“Where did you get it from?” he asked, doing his best not to sound overtly interested in that stupid dagger. 

Azriel stared at him like he had gone insane. Come on, just work with him there! Cassian just wanted to help. He wanted his brother to be happy. Was that too much to want?!

“I picked it up in a market in the Summer Court?” Azriel answered questioningly. “I saw it and I thought Mor would like it.”

The worst part was that Cassian was sure that it was the truth. Azriel had seen it and had wanted to please Mor and because of that, he had brought that dagger, with a ruby set in the hilt. Very pretty. Very deadly. Just like her. 

“It’s…nice that you…thought of her,” Cassian forced out. It was nice. It was very nice that Azriel had thought about Mor, but…but it just was going to make him even more miserable. 

“Cass…just spit it out,” Azriel sighed. Apparently, Cassian wasn’t quite as subtle as he tried to be. “What does it matter that I bought Mor a knife?” It was nearly defensive how he said that. 

Nearly defensive, like Azriel expected Cassian to make fun of him because he tried to do something nice. 

Cauldron, why couldn’t…why couldn’t Azriel not just meet a nice female that turned out to be his mate?

Somebody utterly common. Like a flower seller in Velaris. That would suit Azriel just fine! Some nice female that would dote on his brother and give him something to heave all that love on that he clearly had and had no outlet for. 

He was sure that Azriel would dote on her. 

It didn’t seem fair that both Rhys and him had found their mates and Azriel hadn’t. It wasn’t fair, period. 

But when had that stupid cooking pot ever cared about what Cassian thought? Never. 

“I just mean that…Mor and Emerie are really happy together,“ Cassian ripped off the plaster. Why did he even need to do this? Why couldn’t Azriel just get what he deserved? And that wasn’t pining over Mor, a completely unavailable female who was very happy with her partner.

Azriel stared at him, wide-eyed, a near-wild look in his eyes. Cassian braced himself for an explosion. 

None came. 

“Yes, they are,” Azriel agreed with him. Earnestly. He meant that. 

He was happy for Mor. He was. 

Even now, utterly miserable and in love with Mor, he still wanted her to be happy. Even when that wasn't with him. Even when it meant that he had no happiness for himself at all. 

Bless the mother, it was breaking Cassian’s fucking heart. 

“Cassian, whatever you are thinking…that’s not why I bought Mor the knife,” Azriel said drily. 

Cassian just stared at him. 

Wait, what? 

“Well, why did you?” Cassian challenged him, curious now. 

“Because I bought Feyre paint and I got Nesta these hairpins,” Azriel shrugged. “Seemed unfair to Mor.“ 

It seemed unfair to Mor? 

So what, was he gonna buy Amren a pair of earrings next? 

“Az, you hate giving people gifts,” Cassian said slowly. Cassian was quite sure that it must be because Azriel never thought that his gifts were thoughtful enough. Even when they were. He was much better at gift-giving than Cassian was. 

“Yes, I do,” Azriel agreed, “but I just came across them.” Right. Still. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll bring you back something next time if you feel like I am neglecting you. Maybe some flowers.” The audacity. Though the grin that was plastered all over Azriel's face made it worth it. 

Fine. Let him be. If Azirel didn’t want to talk to him, then he wasn’t. Cassian was going to keep an eye on his brother. And he was going to make sure that Azriel was going to be happy. Az deserved that. 

Even when he was being particularly annoying. “You are an asshole.”

Azriel grinned at him. 

A week later, Azriel unceremoniously dumped a bouquet on his lap at a meeting. 

Cassian just stared at it. 

“Did you really bring me back flowers?” he finally asked with a sigh. 

The corner of Azriel’s mouth went up.

“You are ridiculous,” Cass complained, maybe leaning a bit too much into it because if it amused Azriel, of course, he would. “What am I supposed to do with these? Why don’t I get a pretty dagger like Mor did? How is this fair? Rhys, tell him this isn’t fair!”

He could already feel the sneeze starting to come up. 

“I don’t know, I think these fit your charming personality much better,” Rhys said drily, picking a piece of lint from his jacket and Cassian glared playfully at Az, who seemed even more than amused about it, his eyes glinting.

“Take your flowers with you,” Cass said, throwing them back at Az, who easily plucked them from the air, handing them off to a swirling shadow that just seemed to wait for it. The bouquet disappeared. 

“Fine, I’ll give them to somebody who can appreciate them,” Azriel said with a roll of his eyes. 

Huh. 

[flori-doodles]

hello!!! I keep giving you asks because I am just desperate to devour more of your art so because honestly you could scribble and I would still call it art and sacrifice goats to you but can we get a livvy art she is just giving vibes to me at the moment thanks :D your amazing

Younger Livvy!

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[danikamariewrites]

Hello! Hope u are doing well. I had this thought on how the ic is worried about the reader especially azriel because their mates. She has scarpes on her legs and arms. They think she is hurting berself, they tell her to stop they beg abd cry. She is beyond co fused. Even Nyx is crying because of her state. She says she won't do it again. But.....

She sneeks out at night at when she comes back thay are all wide awake and giving a deathly glare. Reader starts saying that she can't help, she's been doing it since she was 4 and it brings her joy. Az goes balistic. But then Nyx notices a skateboard. The n they realize. Reader explains that she loved skateboarding especially at night and that her old friends came to visit her and they skateboard as well. Thank you!

What Did You Think?

Azriel x reader

A/n: omg this is so chaotic and poor Nyx

Warnings: mentions of injuries, allusions to self harm

Feyre and Nesta enter Rhys’s office and the sight before them broke their heart. Azriel looked distressed. Like he hadn’t slept in days and he seemed on edge. Feyre poured him a cup of tea while Nesta sat next to Azriel, resting a reassuring hand on his forearm.

Azriel takes the tea with a small thank you from his High Lady. “Az, we’re worried about her too. She’s our friend too.” Nesta said in the most caring tone any of them had heard from her.

“She’s part of this family, brother. We’re going to help you two through this.” Rhys said, leaning against his desk. “I want to talk to her today.” They all nod in agreement. “Whatever you think best.” Cassian said with a reassuring tone.

——

You shut the door and unbuckle your helmet so Azriel doesn’t hear the clip. You were so happy you finally landed that kick flip you’ve been working on for months. You had plenty of scrapes and bruises to prove your hard work and you couldn’t wait to show Azriel.

Throwing your stuff in the hall closet, you rushed into the living room. You stop short, the smile falling from your face at the sight of your family looking somber. “Did something happen?” You ask, cautiously stepping forward. You look to Azriel standing in the middle of the room.

You give him a sad, worried look. He looked distraught. “Y/n, we want to talk to you.” Azriel gestures for you to sit in the arm chair closest to the fire. Azriel kneels in front of you holding your hands. “What’s going on Az?” “Baby we’re concerned about your cuts and bruises. And I…you can talk to me about it. But please promise me you’ll stop.”

You gave Azriel an unsure look. Scanning the room you see everyone matches Azriel’s expression. Even Nyx is crying. If they want you to stop skateboarding that’s all they had to say. You know you should wear more padding but you didn’t know Azriel cared this much.

“Ok. I’ll stop, and things will change.” You give him a small smile and your family seems to let out a collective breath. Nyx even wiggled out of Feyre’s arms to jump into your lap. “No more ouchies Auntie y/n?” You brush Nyx’s hair back as he looks up at you. “Yup, no more ouchies or boo boos Nyxie.” He cuddled up to you and wouldn’t let go until you and Feyre took him to bed.

——

Later that night while Azriel was asleep you found yourself tossing and turning. You were still excited about the tricks you could do now that you could do a kick flip. Slowly, you lift Azriel’s arm from your middle so you can slip out of bed.

You quietly dress and head downstairs to get your board and helmet. Leaving through the front door you happily head to the skate park.

Minutes later Azriel stirred, blinking his eyes open he sees your side of the bed empty. The sheets still warm. Your scent still fresh. Azriel shoots up and starts searching the house for you. When Azriel found the front door slightly open he freaked out, immediately screaming for Rhys in his mind.

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An hour later you’re creeping back into the house. The lights turning on made you jump and drop your skateboard. Turning, your friends are standing behind you. Azriel is looking at you with an anger you’d never seen before.

“Where were you? We talked about this. You said you’d stop and you come home with new cuts.” His face fell as he held your shoulders. “Where were you?” You struggled to get your words out. You felt like there was some misunderstanding between you and your family.

Before you could respond Nyx cam wobbling down the stairs, his little wings struggling to stay up as he rubbed at his eyes. “What’s that?” He points at with a chubby little fist.

Everyone looks behind you at the skateboard. You move out of Azriel’s grip and pick up your board. “It’s my skateboard, Nyx.” You gently push it over to him. “Skateboard?” “Yeah Nyx. You stand on it and use one foot to push. You can even do tricks on it.” You smile at him as the toddler sits on it, pushing with his feet and giggling.

“Skateboarding? You’ve been skateboarding?” You look up at Az from your crouching position on the floor. “Yeah, I’ve been trying new tricks and that’s where all these scrapes and bruises came from. One of my old friends was in town and she was teaching me new stuff.”

Everything clicked for Azriel. You disappearing. The constant cuts and bruises. But you were happy so that was what troubled Azriel. He was relieved that you were just falling off your skateboard.

“I’ve been skateboarding since I was a kid. What did you guys think was happening?” Azriel dropped to his knees, embracing you. “Thank the mother.” You hugged Az back patting his back. “It’s ok Az. I’ll just wear more pads.”

Back in bed wrapped up with your mate you were still confused about what happened. You’d talk in the morning though. Right now you were just happy he wasn’t about your lack of protective gear while skateboarding

[azsazz]

No Tricks, Just Treats

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: In honor of Halloween can you do an imagine where Azriel and reader take the kids trick or treating? ❤️😭

Warnings: None, fluffy Halloween with the babes.

Word Count: 1,963

Notes: This is so flipping cute, thank you for the idea 💙

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“Is everyone almost ready?” Rhys calls as Azriel lets him, Feyre, and Nyx in through the front door. They’re the last of the family to arrive at your home, where you’d all agreed to meet before taking the horde of children of the Inner Circle trick-or-treating.

“Uncle Rhys, look! I’m you!” Wren yells, racing to him with Gideon on his heels. Nyx grins at his cousins, looking the two of them over. They’re all dressed as each other’s fathers: Wren wearing a replica of Rhys’ favorite suit, Gideon clad in blue siphons while Nyx wears leathers with red stones.

You want to laugh at Nyx’s overly colored eyebrows, made to look thick like his uncle Cassian’s. How they managed to find fake muscles for him to wear under his leathers you didn’t know, maybe they’d paid a pretty penny for the stuffed fabric, but you were intent on finding out.

“Would you look at that? You chose the handsomest uncle to be,” Rhys compliments, a feline smile on his lips as he admires his outfit. You’d had a replica of one of Rhys’ favorite suits made by a seamstress in town and had asked Feyre to force her mate into the matching one.

“You may be the handsomest, but I have the biggest wingspan,” Gideon claims proudly, flaring his wings. The blue stones adorning his clothes twinkle in the light like his eyes and Cassian chokes on his drink while Azriel’s cheeks burn bright. You and the other females glare at your respective partners.

“Alright now, easy boys,” Rhys says, hardly controlling the laughter threatening to burst from deep in his chest. Feyre smacks him on the arm and he tries his best not to roll his eyes. “Is everyone ready then?”

Your oldest daughter glides across the room, greeting her uncle at the door, twirling around and showing off her costume. “I’m ready Uncle Rhys!”

Zuzu is dressed in the billowiest silken threads of the Day Court, bright white and striking against the dark colors of the night. She dons a golden crown atop her head, looking much like the sun, looking exactly like an ancient Goddess of the Day Court.

Knox is bundled in a hooded robe which he keeps pulling down over his eyes. The toy scythe in his hand droops by his side when you crouch before him, tugging the velvety cloth back so he can see.

The three year old stares up at you with wide eyes, face stoic as you fuss over him. He calls the shadows from his twin who’s animatedly babbling to Wren now who is helping straighten her witch’s hat. The little broom in her hands swings wildly and she giggles, nearly hitting the boy in the face.

The tendrils swirl around Knox’s feet, immediately tugging the hood back down once you’ve fixed it. You raise your eyebrow, giving your youngest son a look that he can’t even see with the fabric falling across his eyes.

Baz comes racing into the room dressed as an undead being, bloodied and torn clothes. He’d made his aunt Feyre paint his face scarily, and it had been truly terrifying for all of your other children who weren’t dressed as something so gorey.

And he’d had a ball chasing the young ones around until they realized it was just their older brother. The scolding he’d gotten from Azriel was well worth it by the look that shone on Baz’s face, the cheeky little thing.

“Mom, can we go trick-or-treating in the Autumn Court? Please,” Wren begs, running over from where he was comparing costume details with his cousins. “Nyxie told me that they give out the best caramels!”

“And what does Uncle Rhys think of all this?” you question, scouring the room for the High Lord. He’s pulling a tiny black stuffed kitten from between the folds of realms for Malos, who stares at it, clearly unimpressed by her Uncle’s tricks.

There really was nothing that could impress that girl.

“I dunno,” Wren shrugs, looking down at his feet.

“I think it’s best we stay in Velaris tonight, Wren,” you try to soothe the stray strand of hair from his eyes but he ducks, wanting it to fall exactly like the stubborn piece of his uncle’s hair does. “For the little ones. Maybe when you’re older you can do that sweetheart.”

Or maybe when the Night Court and Autumn Court are on good terms.

He nods solemnly, “Yes mommy.”

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Wren picks lint from his jacket after every house, causing his cousins to burst into laughter each time. He’d thanked the female fae at the first house they’d stopped at with a “Darling” at the end, which Azriel quickly put a stop to.

The older children are two houses ahead and have no means of slowing down, even when you and Feyre call after them. You clutch your warmed spiced cider tighter in your hands, the air becoming cooler as night nears.

Azriel’s helping Zuzu with her coat that he’d been holding, the stubborn girl claiming that she wasn’t cold at all when they had first started. She complains that the maroon jacket is ruining her costume, but her father doesn’t give her any room to argue.

Jax reaches up for your cup. You’d been sharing your tasty drink with your fourth born, who was more interested in what you were sipping on than receiving candy from the houses. Cassian had even tried to help him, gently pulling the child away from you and leading him up towards the house, but Jax had burst into tears, screaming and wailing exactly like the banshee he was dressed as and the warrior had speedily surrendered him back to you.

The little boy preferred to be near you or his father, and didn't like strangers at all, even if they were giving out free candy.

You’d given him a sip of your drink and a sucker to help soothe him and he’d favored the sweet liquid over the candy pop, which Azriel had caught before it hit the ground once Jax had abandoned it, popping it into his own mouth with a wink at you before he stalked off towards the older children.

“Baz,” Wren calls from a few yards over, “Come on, this house has chocolate dipped cookies!”

His favorite treat, anyone who knew Baz would know that. He perks up, remembering to say thank you to the older fae female who’d just handed him a piece of candy before he’s abandoning his sisters, jumping down the steps and taking off across the spookily decorated lawn to catch up with his older brother.

“Basil,” you scold as he dodges the intricate tombstones that must’ve taken hours to paint.

“Sorry mom,” he calls over his shoulder but doesn’t sound very sorry and he doesn’t stop, dipping and ducking under a low hanging branch with a silhouette of a witch in front of a moon hanging from a branch.

You send the woman an apologetic look but she’s just shaking her head and laughing fondly, clearly used to the excited children around Velaris during the holiday.

Knox chases after his older brother, making it only a few feet before the fabric of his cloak works against him and he trips, face planting on the cobblestone streets.

You wince as he looks up from the ground, hood still falling across his eyes, and he shoves the covering back, falling completely off of his head as he peers up at you, gouging your reaction.

You don’t give him one, remaining neutral-faced as he makes his decision whether to cry or get back up.

He shoves his feet underneath him and it takes him a moment to maneuver the thick robes but he eventually does, staring at his scraped palms before he holds them out for you to see.

“Are you okay baby?” you hand your drink to Cassian as he passes, making his way towards Az and the older boys. The little ones walk much too slowly for him and he’s ready to take his son and cousins out for some innocent trickery without you or Az’s knowledge.

You see him already downing your drink from the corner of your eye as Knox and Malos’ shadows dart for the child in front of you, swirling around his tiny hands and up around his ears. He looks to where his twin is, hand-in-hand with Zuzu who’s shoving her glowing ring that changes colors with her moods onto her finger. She looks over, curious as to if he’s okay.

He sends the dark tendrils of midnight back to his twin, reinforcements as Rhys places a gentle hand on Zuzu’s shoulder, ushering the two girls off of the front porch with a dazzling smile that makes the old female blush. Nesta and Feyre tease him when he reaches the sidewalk, the oldest Archeron scooping the baby witch off of the ground to coo at.

Knox’s attention returns to yours and he doesn’t look like he’s going to cry but you know he needs some love. You take his hands in your own and plant soft kisses to his skin. When you pull away he’s reaching up to be in your arms and you comply, tucking him into your side while Jax helps by cleaning up Knox’s spilled candy and his toy weapon.

“Here mommy, Knox dropped these,” he says, holding the boy's possessions out to you. You thank him kindly, taking your son’s stuff. Jax’s brows furrow as he realizes that you no longer have his drink with Knox in one hand and his stuff in the other.

“Uncle Cass has it,” you answer the unspoken question on your son’s face. He peeks to where the warlord stands with the older children, cup hanging empty by his side. Jax deflates a bit and clings to your leg tightly, your heart panging in your chest at the sight.

“Maybe Uncle Rhys will get you another one, if you ask nicely,” you try your best to hug him where he’s glued to your limb but it’s awkward and you end up patting his back with the scythe.

He sighs softly but it’s better than having to go towards the rowdier uncle who is whispering mischievous things in his son and cousin’s ears. Jax slinks towards the calm and collected High Lord.

“What’s taking you all so long?” Azriel appears, and he’s chewing on the lollipop stick, his tongue green from the candy that melted away. He’s trying to usher you on without seeming pushy, but he wants his children to get to as many houses as they can so he can sneak some of their treats when they get home.

“Little man down,” you reply, bouncing Knox on your hip for emphasis. He shows his father his hands, revealing his tender palms.

“My poor boy,” Azriel says, taking the boy that’s suddenly reaching out for him. You pass him over with a pretend shocked face, watching as Azriel fusses over your youngest son, pressing soft kisses to his hands and cheeks, tugging up his hood once again while Knox rests his head in the crook of Azriel’s neck. “All tuckered out little man?”

He sways his body slightly, rocking Knox back and forth as he soothes him.

“I think we should be heading back soon,” you suggest, watching them with a soft look.

“A few more blocks, love, and then we can go home,” Azriel offers as you two bring up the rear to the group, the rest of your family walking ahead. “We’ll help the little ones to bed and then I’ll show you some tricks and get my treat.” The spymaster winks and you bite back the grin of excitement threatening to split your face in two.

You can hardly wait.

[theostrophywife]

hi! how are you? i was wondering if you could write an azriel x fem reader where their both a part of the inner circle and married and while playing with baby Nyx, the inner circle gang are teasing azriel and reader when their gonna have kids?

baby fever.

author's note: pain. all i know is pain because imagine az with a baby. please enjoy this drabble because i'd die for soft!daddy az.

Your baby fever has reached its absolute peak. 

You couldn’t help it. Seeing your mate carrying Nyx in his arms triggered some primal, innate need in you. Azriel was so soft and gentle, carefully cradling the tiny Illyrian with a fond smile on his face. He saw you watching him and broke out into a grin. 

“Do you want to hold him, my love?”

“No, I’d much rather watch you do this all night.” You peered into the bundle of blankets, pinching Nyx’s adorable cherub like cheeks. He cooed softly, wrapping his entire fist around your pointer finger. “Plus, I think he prefers his uncle Az more than any of us anyways. Isn’t that right, Nyxie?” 

The adorable baby boy babbled in confirmation, reaching out to Azriel’s shadows. They hovered protectively over Nyx like a veil of armor. You hung back, watching with nothing but pure adoration as your mate hummed a soft lullaby. The image tugged at all of your heartstrings and you couldn’t help but wonder what Azriel would be like with your own children. 

There was not a single doubt in your mind that Azriel would be a great father. When he loved, he put his entire heart into it. Azriel was kind, gentle, thoughtful, and extremely patient. You experienced firsthand what it was like to be loved by him and every day he made sure you knew how much he adored and appreciated you. The care and nurture Azriel displayed would surely be heightened once he became a dad.

“Look at you two. You’re adorable,” Cassian states as he watched from the velvet sofa. 

Mor nods in agreement, swirling a wine glass in her hand. “I can’t wait until you two have kids. I’m going to spoil my future godchildren so damn much.” 

You chuckled. “Godchildren, as in plural? Do Az and I get a say in this or did you already have a plan mapped out for us?”

Rhysand groaned, pulling Feyre into his lap. “These two have already predicted that you'd have a boy and a girl. A year apart, so that your son can look after your daughter.”

Azriel shook his head, smiling. “I’m surprised you lot haven’t taken it upon yourselves to name them.” 

The High Lord grinned. “Oh rest assured, brother. I know you two will make the right choice and grant my nephew the best name in the realm. Little Rhysand will thank me later.” 

You shook your head in disbelief. “Not a chance in hell, Rhys.” 

Cassian nodded in agreement. “They’re obviously holding out for a little Cassian.” 

Nesta rolled her eyes, setting her book down. “You two are delusional. They’re not naming their kids after you.”

Feyre stands, taking her dozing son from Azriel’s arms. “When you do decide to start a family, I’m sure you two will make great parents. You and Az already look after Nyx so much and he adores the both of you.” She pauses, winking. “Just don’t wait too long because my son would love to have a playmate soon.” 

Azriel tucks you into his side, kissing the top of your head. “I’m ready whenever she is.”

You beam, flushing at the declaration. Words couldn’t express how ready you were to start a family with your mate.

The moonlight streams through your bedroom window, bathing Azriel in an ethereal light as he turns over to face you. This was always your favorite part of the night, discussing the day’s events with your mate and winding down with his arms wrapped around you. 

“Az?” you ask shyly, propping your head up on the pillow. 

Azriel mirrors the movement. “Yes, my love?” 

“Did you mean what you said earlier? About being ready to start a family?” 

The way Azriel’s expression brightened made your heart leap in your chest. Even after being mated all these years, you could never get used to how beautiful he was. Azriel has always been breathtaking, but the excitement in his eyes as he looked at you now was absolutely exquisite. 

After you’d gotten home from the River House, you couldn’t stop thinking about children, more specifically, Azriel’s children. The thought of bringing a new life into this world with your mate filled you with so much joy. You couldn’t help but imagine two tiny little Illyrians running around with your hair and Azriel’s eyes. A son and a daughter, just like your friends said. The more you thought about it, the more your heart ached to make it into reality. With peace finally settling over Velaris, you couldn’t think of a single reason to wait any longer. 

“I did,” Azriel whispers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s your choice, my love but I would love nothing more than to start a family with you.”

“I think I’m ready, Az.” 

Your mate went so still that you weren’t even sure if he was still breathing. His fingers caressed your cheek, his features heavy with emotion. “Do you really mean it?” 

You beamed. “I do, Az. I want to have your children. I want to watch you chase our son around and take him flying. I want to teach our daughter how to handle a needle and a sword. I want to fill our home with screaming, rambunctious little versions of you that I’d love with all my heart. Most of all, I really, really want to make you a father.” 

Azriel takes your face in his hands, kissing you with fervent passion. You grin against his mouth as he places soft and tender kisses on your lips, nose, cheeks and every surface of your skin that he could reach. 

“I want to make you into a mother,” Azriel says as he kisses your forehead. You giggle as he flips you on your back, pinning you underneath him. “Can we start tonight?”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you. “I thought you’d never ask, my love.”

[happi-tree]

♣️ hi owo

UWU hewwo

You’re my: Mutual, A3B roomie beloved, go-to for fun beverage recs, fellow Insomnia, personal gateway mutual to dndadsdom How I met you: On tumblr!!! I remember reading a TON of your Amphibia fics and thinking you were really cool and talented, then seeing you reblog a Yoohyeon gifset and the "really-cool-and-talented" thing doubled in my mind, and then I nearly threw my phone across the room when you followed me back ahfvahksvfvs. Why I follow you: Why don't I follow you??? Beautiful writing, phenomenal aus, stellar worldbuilding, every take you've ever had is so correct, and you're just genuinely a really kind person who's fun to talk with!!! Your blog is: A crystal with practically infinite facets. Everything you touch shines and shimmers in the light and it's very fun to scroll through whenever I'm feeling bored or uninspired - it's a guarantee I won't stay that way for long! Your URL is: Very true to you. Kasey and you also have a cat (well, you have multiple, actually. Say hi to Tigey and Monkey and Jinx for me!) 💙💙💙 A random fact I know about you: It's ALWAYS the green-coded characters for you and I adore that about your tastes 💚 General opinion: Absolutely marvelous friend!!! I'm very, very glad that our paths crossed on here bc your presence is SUCH a highlight in my day. Amazing, talented, whip-smart, and positively lovely <333 A random thought I have: I'm still mourning the loss of raspberry matchas, but recently I've tried a pink drink with matcha cold foam that kinda gave the Sasharcy vibe, but in reverse, and it reminded me of you hehe :Dc Also we need to go to a Dreamcatcher concert together at some point. It will happen 😌

[apriciticreveries]

hey Apri! i just wanted to send this via an ask instead of continuing on that original post you made about Asahi because our discussion is getting extremely long (not something i have a problem with it all! just impractical formatting, you know?)

I’ll admit I don’t know how much of a time difference there is between Alien Stage seasons. That’s why I think five to seven years of age difference is feasible for Asahi and Nyx, even if they are related? But they don’t have to be half siblings, of course not. They could be second cousins or something of that sort, with their parents being cousins. Or Asahi could be Nyx’s niece, if that age difference makes more sense, or they could be directly related insofar as father and daughter. Nyx probably graduated at 16-17? so Oryon could have had him have kids in that time frame. Your call, Apri :) hope you’re doing well!

sorry im responding late . . eugh . . i think i went outside right before you asked this . . why does my timing suck so baaaaaaad . . * claws aggressively at walls *

but yep ! i understand ! i was actually scrolling through my posts earlier today, and to be honest, the thread was taking up a lot of space . .

i think the time gap would be . . 7 to 9 years ? that’s just me looking at the age gap between luka and the others though, so im not completely sure too .

though it is probably multiple years since anakt probably needs a lot of time to prepare and practically train and teach each batch of new contestants for the competition !

although the father and daughter connection, to me personally, is the most interesting, i would feel really bad for nyxie : ( . . he’s like cas, practically still a child and already being used for . . that stuff . it’s sad . but i am most interested in this concept . . as . . depressing for nyxie it is . .

i do wonder how nyxie would feel about this, though . . also wonder how he would feel letting asa go or seeing her being taken away by kyuno after being purchased purely on her looks . . speaking of looks, i wonder if oryon would specifically breed nyx and another human to get asa’s appearance .

i think asahi should be one of his earlier litters ? ( if oryon does multiple, which just sucks ) maybe she was even his first child, like cinna to cas . and as a result, they have a smaller age gap of maybe 6 to 8 ?

though im personally completely open to discuss this more, and for you to change any of that ! i really value your opinions, and especially on this since nyxie is yours ! thank you by the way ! i hope your doing equally as well, if not better ! stay safe and healthy !

( random side note : . . what if dian also had a daughter and that daughter meets asahi and they’re the same ages and they become not friends but enemies and— naur . )

[thelov3lybookworm]

You Deserve Better (epilogue)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

a/n: Thanks to everyone who followed along with this series. It has been a journey. Anyways, this one is pure fluff. And azzie got his happy ending too, what more could I ask for.

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3½ years later.

As Althea entered the living room, she wondered what the kids and her husband were doing. Hopefully not getting into any trouble. But by the sounds of their screams and squeals, she wasn't really sure about that. Silas, her cat, was nowhere to be seen as well.

She smiled. Silas had become somewhat of a mother hen the moment Althea's sons were born, always keeping an eye on them, even though he was really young himself.

As she stepped out onto the porch, she found the source of all the squealing.

Aidan, the older of the two, and Kaden, the younger one, were stumbling around in the snow, Casteel chasing after them and pretending to lag behind. They looked absolutely adorable, with the kids' faces barely visible through their heavy jacket that came up to their jaws, a knitted hat on their head and gloves on their hand. She wanted to just pick them up and squeeze them.

Then Casteel glanced at Thea and grinned, before picking the kids up, their legs kicking around. Casteel murmured something in their ears, making them look at Althea and giggle. She knew why. She had told them to not play in the snow, because they could get sick. But of course no one listened.

They began running towards her as soon as Cas set them down. She settled on the edge of the porch next to Silas, who was lazily staring at the boys. Aidan reached her first, throwing his tiny hands around her neck, nearly making her tumble back from the force.

"Sorry mama! We wanted to play with daddy."

She just pecked his nose when he pulled away, before running back towards his father. Kaden was a little less enthusiastic in his endeavours. Walking up to her and smiling.

"Mama? Can we make a snowman? You promised me." He asked, standing between her legs, a hopeful look in his eyes.

He was the the calm one, where Aidan was the talkative one. Both of them were talkative when alone with their parents, but when out, they would only talk when spoken to. But even then, Kaden would try to hide behind his parents when Aidan would blabbering about anything he could think of.

And despite being the complete opposite in everything, they were the best of friends.

"Hmm. We could make one... but don't you want to wait for Nyxie?"

"He's coming?!"

"Yes." She smiled. "Uncle Rhysie told me they were coming here today."

He gasped and ran off to where Aidan was trying to throw snowballs on Casteel which were disintegrating before they were even out of his tiny hand. He paused, turning to Kaden, and a yay was heard.

The three of them continued playing there, Althea occasionally chiming in to help the kids attack their father, but otherwise just running her fingers through Silas's fur, who purred.

Soon, the Inner Circle started appearing outside the barrier, and, as predicted the kids started running towards their cousin Nyx. As Rhys picked up Aidan who had run upto him, Cassian grabbed Kaden, who was lingering back by Nyx's side. He laughed, walking up to Althea with the child squirming in his arms, giggling.

Althea hugged her Cassie before turning to Rhys, and then, Azriel. He hugged her as well, smiling. Then, Gwyn, his wife, also hugged Althea. As the family finished their reunion, Kaden again started begging to build a snowman.

"Ask uncle Cassie. He is the best at making a snowman." She crouched next to him.

"How do you know?" Rhys narrowed his eyes. Althea and Cassian shared a knowing grin, beginning to gather snow for the snowman along with the kids.

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"Hey, psst, Thea!" Thea looked up from the paper that she was drawing on. Cassie stood in the doorway to his room. He motioned for her to come in, which she did, though suspicious. It was nighttime, and soon her mother would come to tell her to go to bed.

"What?" She asked as he closed the door behind her. He crouched in front of her, whispering.

"I want you to listen and only speak when I'm done, okay?" When she nodded, he continued, "So you know how Rhysie, Azzie and I do a snowball fight right? We're going to be doing that in a few hours. Okay? And i want you to help me by hiding and making snow balls for me. I'll give you candies."

"Candies are not enough."

"Then what do you want?" When she shrugged, he sighed. He thought for a few moments before speaking."I will take you on a trip to the biggest mountain nearby."

Althea pretended to think, even though inside she was giddy. She had wanted to go to a mountain, but her mother wouldn't allow it. There was one more thing that she wasn't allowed to do though. "That, and you'll also have to play with me in the snow as well as build a snowman. Only then will I agree."

Cassian frowned. She shrugged and turned around. When he caught her shoulder to stop her from leaving, she grinned as she knew she had won. "Your mother is going to kill me, but fine. But you can't tell anyone about this, though." She nodded eagerly, Cassian sighing and opening the door for her.

The next morning she was woken up by Cassian shaking her. He had an hour atleast till the other boys woke and came down to play. They would start in advance.

Soon enough, they started playing, and, as expected, Cassian won. A few hours later, after lunch, Cassian took Althea to the mountain, making the excuse that they'll 'just be flying around the place' when Althea's mother asked about it.

The whole day they played in snow and made snowmen on the mountain. Sliding around on the ice and laughing like maniacs. Cassie even built a makeshift castle for Althea and gave her a stick to attack him with, him being the monster that was trying to conquer her kingdom.

When they returned, they didn't answer any questions asked.

It's safe to say that Cassian won for over a decade with Althea's help and then flew her to a secluded place, letting her do anything she wanted to do and the things that her mother wouldn't allow her to.

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Althea grinned as the kids jumped around in happiness, now declaring they wanted their own different snowman.

Cassian and Althea made their way back to the front porch where the Inner Circle was sitting Rhys and Azriel fuming, Gwyn and Feyre shaking their heads. Nesta had Silas lounging on her lap, right next to her swollen belly.

"I always wondered how he improved from being a shitty player so much that he won for straight fifteen years." Azriel muttered.

"Hey!" Cassian shoved his shoulder.

They soon went into the warmth of the house to drink some hot chocolate and rest.

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Taglist: @bubybubsters @act1839 @we-were-beautiful

[honeysuckletoast]

Sense my drawing tablet wouldn't work, I decided to write a quick fic on what I was going to sketch, thank you @nyxie-is-peculiar for the sketch (now fanfic) idea✨

Who in the world?" Esmerelda Avocet peeked outside her window, having been awoken by a racket in the garden. "Who's out there at this hour…Aoibhe wouldn't have gone diving this early…" she murmured, stifling a yawn. With a slow glance towards her clock, she mentally groaned as she read 3:22 AM. Esmerelda pinched the bridge of her nose, trying not to curse whichever girl was outside at this hour. 

Esmerelda slowly sauntered down the dark hall, watching as the full moon dappled the floor as she checked each door. Each one was shut tight, not at all disturbed.

"Diana?" Esmerelda hissed into her room at the end of the hall. The tiny woman in the bed barely shifted, curled up like a cat in her thick quilt "Diana rose!" Esmerelda whispered, but gave up after a second failed attempt. 

"Well, good to know that if I scream for help I'm out of luck" the tall woman pushed her glasses up as she descended down the rickety steps to the main level of the academy. Only a single candle sat on the kitchen table, a few papers sprawled out along with an empty chair.

"What's the matter?" A cold flat voice whispered from behind Esmerelda, causing her to jump nearly a foot into the air as she flattened against the wall. A tiny girl stood staring at her blankly in front of the doorway to the main entrance. Her silver eyes traced over her headmistress as she tilted her head "you're never up this late." She said matter of factly. Esmerelda pursed her lips, letting out a sigh of minor relief. 

"Grace!" Esmerelda snapped once she regained her wits. "What did I tell you about sneaking up on others!?" The nightjar just blinked, rocking on her heels 

"I didn't sneak up on you. I asked you a question" 

"Just-nevermind." Miss Avocet didn't have the time nor will to argue with the 14 year old. Sometimes with Grace, it was simply better to give in than try to make her see the point. "Were you the one causing the racket in the garden?" 

"No. But I did hear it. Alma left the house at 2:38 AM and 16 seconds and hasn't returned. She was very pale and was crying." Grace turned towards the window as the Avocet stared at her, unsure if  grace was toying with her.

"You let a 8 and a half year old leave the academy alone!?" She clenched her fist, quickly loosing her patience. Grace nodded as she collected up her papers, avoiding Esmeralda's burning glare unknowingly.

"You have not given us rules on when to not leave the academy." Grace said as she scribbled in her journal "I finished all of your work you have given me for the week. I'll leave it on your desk." 

"I assumed the rule was implied!" The taller woman ran a hand through her hair. "Just- hold on. I have to go….do you even know where she went!? It didn't even occur to you to ask her where she was going!?" She demanded, nearly bouncing from the adrenaline pumping through her veins.

"Don't get so nervous. She told me she was going to the garden. She asked me not to follow nor get you, so I didn't." Grace leaned back in her seat, directing Esmerelda as if she was a child. Miss Avocet seethed, but turned around, rushing to the door. She would deal with Grace later.

"Alma!?" She yelled out into the night air. Her socks quickly stained a murky brown as she hurried across the west wing to the east garden. "Alma lefay Bentham!" She called again.

"What if she went into town!? What business would she even have there!?" The Avocet quickly found her mind unusually racing. "What if she gets taken, or falls off the rocks into the sea!?" Esmerelda wiped her quickly reddening face as she looked around the empty garden. 

"Okay, okay okay  okay…..she has to be here somewhere" she wiped her eyes "Oh my birds!" Her dark brown  eyes  scanned every place the little girl could be through tears. "Ive-ive never had a child leave…did she run away?" Esmerelda felt her breath leave her lungs as  she realized the girl was nowhere to be found in the midst of the flowers. 

"Alma!?" She shouted for more time,   being drowned out by the thunder in the distance. "The storm….she can't be out here in the rain she'll get soaked if she hasn't been kidnapped already-" Esmerelda's words hitch in throat as she felt two tiny arms wrap around her hips, along with a weak wail. 

"ALMA!" Esmerelda swiped the girl up, collapsing   down in the grass as she did. The tiny girl sobbed, hugging her headmistress as if she was her lost teddy bear. 

"What's wrong?!" Esmerelda held Alma under her chin, taking note of how feverishly hot the girl was. Alma burrowed into her embrace, hacking painfully into her sleeve. Miss Avocet quickly lifted her thin chiffon nightgown sleeve over the palm of her hand, using it to wip Alma's tear stained cheeks

"I don't feel well" Alma's raspy voice breathed in between heavy coughs. Esmerelda gently patted her back. 

"Why are you out here? Why didn't you come wake me!?" Her harsh tone stung Alma who sniffled in return

"I didn't want to make you- you get up so close to dawn! And I felt nauseous, and I didn't want to vomit on the my bedroom floor, so I came out here, and I tripped and fell on one of the plant stands, and I scraped my knees!" She wept between shaky shallow breaths against Esmerelda's shoulder "And  now you're awake anyway and I made you cry!" Her tiny fingers nearly turned white from how hard she was squeezing her headmistress's shoulders.

"Darling you didn't make me- '' Esmerelda paused as she felt her cheeks, wiping away some warm tears of her own. She hadn't realized she didn't get a chance to wipe them away before she found Alma. Her cheeks turned pink as she quickly dabbed her cheeks. She had never ever cried in front of one of her wards, or for that matter even Diana. It was one of her unspoken rules with herself. 

"Okay let's take a deep breath." Esmerelda didn't know if she was saying more to herself or to Alma at that moment."first off, I would never be mad if you woke me. Even if your not sick." She rubbed her back "you can wake me whenever you need." 

Alma nodded, "really?” She blinked “you won't be mad?” 

Esmerelda shook her head “I'm an incredibly light sleeper, so if I don't wake up when you open the door, just nudge my shoulder okay?” She instructed. Alma nodded, thinking for a moment. 

“Thank you miss" she sniffed. Esmerelda sat back up to get off the sturdy bench  "Let's go inside and get your knees cleaned, and then you need to lay down. I'll bring you some tea, and- 

"No!" Alma exclaimed, but shriveled back up "Im sorry for shouting miss….I just don't want him to see me cry! He will tell me I'm a baby!" Alma exclaimed 

"Who?" 

"Jack!" Alma murmured "he thinks I'm a big baby and this will prove it!" She shook her fists for emphasis. Esmerelda couldn't help but stifle a chuckle

"Love, you crying over being ill proves nothing. Truthfully," she leaned in "your more mature than both of your brothers. Jack screamed two days ago because he saw a centipede in the cellar that then fell from the ceiling onto him and startled him. It was so loud even Miss Bunting's cat swiped at him to tell him to shush up.

 Alma's nose crinkled and she couldn't help but giggle at the idea of jack jumping from a tiny little bug. 

"You must've gotten that sickness that's been going around town when we went down to get your dress hemmed a few days ago” Esmerelda Said as she stood up "Do you want to go sit in the garden and calm down for a moment then go inside?" She asked, eyeing the house to see if any candles had been lit in Diana's room.  Truth be told, she didn't want to go in with her most likely still tear stained face either if her partner was already awake. She was unsure how much time had passed, but Diana was going to be getting up at 4:00 AM, and the rain would be here at 4:06..

"Please?" Alma asked, laying her head on her headmistress's shoulder. Esmerelda nodded, gladly taking the sick girl to the garden. For once she found  herself thankful for picking such a warm day to set her loop as she took a seat on one of the wooden benches she had built herself when she opened the academy. 

Alma didn't move at all, too physically and mentally worn out to try and move off her shoulder

"We can only stay out here for a little bit though. Your fever feels awfully high. I'll see if we have any more syrup for your cough and maybe some Ginger tea if your still nasueous "The Avocet spoke more to herself as she  leaned back, making a mental checklist of things she watched as the dawn started to slowly break the horizon that was being overtaken by the morning storm clouds. 

"I don't want syrup!" Alma grumbled, but shut her dark green eyes before she could meet her mentors gaze. “It tastes like sour rotten cherries” 

"Just go to sleep for now then. We can decide later" Esmerelda said as she wrapped her knit robe around Alma. The tiny girl's eyelids fluttered, watching the clouds start to bring upon the mid morning rain she had become so accustomed to waking up to. She didn't even feel herself start to hum, but soon she found herself singing as softly as she could to the little girl in her arms. 

“You sing pretty miss” Alma mumbled “You should do it more often” Between the upcoming rain and the smooth singing Alma found it impossible to stay awake, finally falling into a deep sleep. 

Esmerelda smiled, finally finished her smooth lullaby as the first rain drops started to drip down onto the earth. The Avocet finally stood up, staring back at the house. Diana's candle was lit, burning brightly in the window. The Avocet smiled, taking it upon herself to hum just a little longer as she walked with Alma inside. 

“You will always be a baby Alma” Esmerelda told the sleeping girl as she walked. "My little baby." She put her hand on the door handle, pushing it open and regaining her strict demanor as soon as she stepped back inside

"Thought it was odd the door was cracked open." Miss Bunting turned around from the open flame in the kitchen "I got breakfast all set for you to start. I'll get started on setting the table- wait why is she in your arms?" She inquired "Was she outside?"

"She got sick in the garden." Esmerelda informed, then turned towards the stairs "I will be down in one minute to start the oatmeal"

"Poor thing" Miss Bunting opened the China cabinet. "Do you want me to get the oatmeal started? I'm sure it can be that hard!" Miss Bunting called as she grabbed some plates out of the cupboard.

Miss Avocet grimaced from where she stood on the stairs "No thank you, I would prefer to only have one sick child for the time being." She responded as she finished climbing the stairs

"That's fair."

[moonlightazriel]

Caught /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: "Hey , it's ok if you are busy but if you can write please consider my request......After returning from a long mission Azriel and his family had a lovely dinner ( reader and their 2 years old daughter) After putting their daughter to sleep in her room Azriel and reader came back to their room and just being romantic, having sweet talks , telling how much they missed each other , kissing and cuddling and they were having sex and suddenly their daughter wakes up and enters their room and seeing her parents like this she was confused 😂❤ and she started asking weird questions that they were doing and all and then Azriel and reader makes up such a cute and nonsense stories and excuses 🤣.......( smutty, fluff and funny ) ❤ "

Warnings: Just a little Smut

Word Count: 1,5K

Notes: This was a funny one to write. Thank you for your request. 😍

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I heard the sound of the front door opening, and the heavy steps approaching the living room, Aesir immediatly got up, her tiny wings making her a little unstable while she rushed to get to her father, she disappeared from sight, Azriel was holding her while she asked about his trip, he held her tightly , a smile on his face as he told her everything he saw on his mission.

I watched the scene, she was just like him, the same hazel eyes, the same hair, dark as the shadows that rested around him, it was like i birthed a clone of my mate. Az looked at me, he looked tired, he was in a mission on the mortal lands for three weeks, i hated when he had to be away for so long, i missed him just as much as our daughter did.

“Aesir, honey, let’s give daddy some time, he needs to shower before dinner.” I said grabbing the two year old from him, he leaned in, kissing my forehead and silently thanking me. “He will be right back.” Aesir nodded happily and i took her back to the kitchen with me, to finish the dinner.

Azriel showed up again a couple minutes later, he was wearing his pajamas and his hair was wet, i could smell the scent of the soap he used, my mind could only focus on the alone time we would get after dinner, being away from my mate is always an absolutely hell.

“This smells delicious, i missed your food.” Azriel said while he served himself, i placed a plate in front of Aesir and she started to eat, her chubby hands grabbing the food and making a huge mess. “What my girls did while i was away?”

“Mommy and i went to play with Malina and Nyxie everyday.” He smiled at his daugther, every time Az was on a mission, Feyre would take Aesir to the River house to spend some time with her cousins, the trio was inseparable, Lina and Aesir were an absolutely nightmare to poor Nyx, but he loved them really much. She started to ramble about her weeks and he payed atention to every little detail, Az was an amazing father, he was perfect and always did everything he could to make her happy, i loved their unique bond, it was really beautiful.

“These three are so terrible that they even got Cassian tired.” I laughed, sipping on my wine. “I can’t imagine how it’s going to be when Maddox gets old enough to join the gang.” Azriel looked at me, his eyes wide.

“He’s going to be even worse than his father, can you imagine a kid with not only Cassian’s temper but also Nesta’s? Mother help us.” I snorted loudly, we loved our nephew but even his parents were afraid of what he will do once he start walking and talking. We talked a lot more about everything, he pulled Aesir on his lap so they could share a dessert, he played with her and her loud giggling filled the room, my heart was full of love and happiness watching them, the two people that i loved the most in the entire world.

Once we all finished eating, our daugther was almost asleep on her father’s arms, i walked over to them, kissing her forehead and whishing her a good night, Az left to get her ready to sleep while i cleaned everything in the kitchen. I stretched my muscles starting to turn all the lights off, walking to our bedroom in the end of the halloway, i removed my clothes to put on my pajamas when i heard someone behind me, Azriel was standing in the doorway looking at my half naked figure.

“I missed you, your body, your face, your scent, everything.” He said closing the door and getting closer, i could already feel the wetness growing between my legs, his scarred hands grabbed my waist, his nose running up and down my neck while he smelled me. “I was getting insane, i need you.” I kissed him, my hands desperate to grab something, the urge to get as close as possible to him, i could never get enough of him, i waited my whole life for my mate, so i just enjoyed every second we spent together.

He led us to our bed, resting on his elbows to prevent crushing me with his weight, he kissed me again, gently while one of his hands cupped my breast, his index finger moving in circles, making my breath uneven, his lips on mine muffled the noises i was making, we had to be quiet to not wake Aesir.

His other hand slided down my thight, reaching the space between my legs while he pulled my underwear aside, one of his finger sliding inside me, i closed my eyes and tried to contain any moan as his lips started to go down my neck, sucking, kissing and biting. He added another finger while my hand grabbed his clothed cock, moving my hand in the same pace he was moving his fingers, we masturbated each other, his eyes looking at me intensly as i pressed my lips together.

He stopped, he adjusted us, now laying properly on the bed, he removed his clothes and what was left of mine, he got over me again, his shadows turning the lights off, his cock sliding easily inside me, i sighed relieved, while he pushed slowly inside me, we just enjoying each others presence, i caressed the golden thread between us, sending him my love, while he tugged back. I was used to doing this, sending my love to him whenever we get intimate, this would make the moment even more magical than already was.

Maybe it was because he was away for so long, or that he simply shutted them off, but his shadows danced franticly by the door, we didn’t listen the footsteps neither the door opening, we only stopped when the lights were suddenly turned on and her sleepy voice sounded.

“What are you doing daddy? Is mommy okay?” Azriel immediately fell on top of me, his arm pressing my throat, the air getting limited as he tried to cover us, his shadows blocking her view as he looked at me in complete despair, his eyes got even wider as he saw my red face and the struggle to breath, “oh shit”, he whispered before getting off of me, i gasped for air while he rushed to get dressed, i never saw Azriel being so fast, in a second he was dressed and the covers were covering my body, his shadows dissipated and Aesir had a confused look on her face.

“Mommy wasn't feeling alright, daddy was checking her temperature?” He faltered and i had to cough, hiding my laughter as he tried to explain to her what she saw. Aesir rushed to my side, her eyes filled with worry as she climbed the bed, her hand touching my forehead, mimicking what i did to her whenever she got sick.

“Are you alright mommy?” She asked again, i also didn't know what to say to her, my face red as i tried to think of something to say.

“I'm fine honey, your father was just checking, he always wanted to be a healer.” I blurted out and i could see Azriel slapping his own forehead as the words got out. “What the fuck?” he muttered and i shrugged my shoulders, wanting the cauldron to burn me alive. “But what are you doing awake?”

“I heard a noise, i was investigating.” She rested her hands on her hips, and Azriel laughed. “Just like daddy do.”

“That’s my girl, so brave.” Az kissed her cheek, and she giggled, starting to rub her eyes, sleep taking her in it’s arms. “Do you want daddy to put you to bed again?” He asked and she nodded, when they left i got up, putting my clothes on and going after them, i stayed by the door, watching as Azriel tucked her in bed, he kissed her forehead and whispered that he loved her, he turned to me, a smile on his lips as he pulled me in for a hug and we waited for her to fall asleep again.

“Oh Mother, that was awful.” I pointed out, closing her door and going back to bed.

“Why did you tell her i wanted to be a healer?” He laughed and i rolled my eyes.

“I don’t know, i just panicked i guess?” I justified. “My mind literaly stopped working the second i heard her voice.” He laughed again and pulled me closer to his chest, i wrapped my arms around him and breathed his scent.

“I can talk to Rhys to invite her to sleep there tomorrow after the dinner, so we can have alone time.” His fingers traced invisible patterns on my back. “I know he and Feyre won’t mind taking care of her. What you think?”

“I think that i definitely will need a healer tomorrow night.” We both laughed, my whole body relaxed as i just layed in my mate’s arms and slowly the sleep consumed us.

[a-v-j]

“Hey bud.. you good?”

Lmao, this is a nyxyverse rp-turned-drabble(?) me and @nyxus-nyx did as a finishing to averse's yanderefever. take note, im too lazy to actually polish it but do enjoy reading lol. its worth it i promise. This was right after @canned-ghost shot averse and everyone thought he's dead lmao

Enjoy!

Averse's final wave of fever kick in, he's really not feeling well, he's sluggish, shivering and really tired now from the asks. He just goes to lay down in wherever not caring it's stone cold.

Nyxy appears and spots Averse, he frowns and slowly walks to Averse. “Hey bud.. you good?”

Averse does not respond, he's feeling like shit and he's almost visibly shivering, he started murmuring, possibly a snarky quip but he's failing. He doesn't even bother to open his sockets, they feel too heavy but he's not asleep yet, he's just there laying on a stone cold bench thing, laying curled into himself.

Nyxy slowly walked up to Averses spot and sits down.

“Not havin a good day either, huh?”

He pats Averses shoulder. Giving it soft rubs.

“Damn your burnin up..”

Averse started murmuring again, trying his might to reply back. He manages to groan out "...cuz m'hot.." his voice hoarse and weak, he appears to chuckle on his own comeback but they all come in shaky puffs. He's shivering still, trying to curl in more to get warm.

Nyxy sighs and picks up Averse, he holds Averse in his arms and just holds em.

“True that.”

He chuckled looking down at Averse.

Averse tries to squeeze his eyes shut tighter, trying to block off the bright lights. His face was flushing and even his breath feels hot, but damn, it felt like Antarctica for him. So goddamn cold. He's silently thankful to be in Nyxy's embrace, it felt warm, gosh he needed that. He can feel himself slowly dozing to sleep, he's really tired. Never once he felt this tired before, he tried to turn and that's when he finally felt his body ached like hell. He groans as he tries to turn and snuggle closer to nyxy's warm body. His face his basically pressed against nyxy's chest. Averse made a very pathetic attempt of a chuckle as he hoarsely managed to groan. "mmm...tiddies.." his expression slowly turn to content.

Nyxy blinks but them laughs as they help him shit over, they hold hjm closer and chuckle. They hadnt seen him like this before. Its worrying. Hes overheating and could lead to heat stroke. So Nyxy lifts their hand on Averses head and uses a healing/soothing magic.

“Hm..”

Averse's expression soften, he felt a little bit better but he's still sweating like hell but shivering still. He tried to crack one eye socket open to take a look at nyxy...to say "thank you" perhaps.

He doesn't look like the menacing playboy asshole facade he always put on, he appears to be more...soft.. vulnerable...more "auto" like he originally is.

"..hey...."he croaked softly, he appears to try to tell nyxy something, prompting the other to lean closer to hear him better.

His hand went around to the back of nyxy's neck and pulled him closer, directing both of their faces to connect in a kiss!

Averse's softly pulls away, locking his half lidded eyes to nyxy's, there's nothing but soft tender emotions behind those sockets, nothing of the usual perverted looks he usually shoots at nyxy when he flirts.

"..call joe for me..." He lastly whispered as his body relaxes, head leaning snuggled against nyxy's chest and Averse slowly drifts to unconsciousness.

Nyxy stared in shock and flusteredness. Their face grew red. But they shake their head and glared at him playfully at his words.

“Whos Joe?”

He leaned down a bit more to hear, moving his hair so it wasnt in Averses face.

A small tired smile made it's way on averse's face, it's not out of sheer jerkiness but of playful nature. He sleepily mumbled,

 "...joe..mama.."

And with that, he then started snoring softly. He's asleep.

A digital holographic timer bar appeared above his head, showing the exact time he'll be sleeping. It tick down to "2 days and 58 minutes and 42 seconds remaining"

Averse went on shut down

The timer went away and all is left is a sleeping averse in Nyxy's arms

He won't be waking up anytime soon it appears…

They chuckled and stand up, the walk as they carry the limp skeleton. They go into a portsl and appear in Nyxy’s house. “Hope this’ll be to your liking..”

Nyxy lays Averse in their bed and pulls tje comforter on him. They smile and sit in a chair at the beds side.

“idiot..”

Skipped to 2 days after

The timer ticks down to 3...2...1

Averse open his sockets, his eyelight followed afterwards. It felt like he had slept for YEARS. He quickly squinted and felt his surroundings and realizes, he's on something...soft?

He felt more and came to the conclusion that he's on a bed.

A rushed memory flashed before his eyes and in mild panic, he scurries hurriedly to get up, leading himself to fall off the bed with a loud thud

"OW, fuck!"

Nyxy jumps awake as they notice hes awake. They quickly help him up. “You good bud? You cant just do that-“

They looked at him for any injuries.

Averse rubs his head and soon took notice of Nyxy infront of him. He stares at him, then back to the bed, then back to Nyxy

"..."

"DID WE FUCK?"

They turn red and shakes their head. “No idiot. You passed out for two days.!”

They let him go as they cross their arms looking away. And turning more red from the memory of the kiss.

“Dumbass..”

Averse took a couple of blinks

"..."

"Oh, right, i cant fuck" He chuckled as stood up, mentally slapping his forehead at the mere thought that he and nyxy couldve done something he's impossible to do.

He stretches.

"Man, im hungry. Wanna go out for some breakfast burritos?"

They smile and nod. “Been wantin them for days.”

They chuckle as they tie their hair up for a moment. They dont like going to public restaurants and gettin his hair messy. “Also, do you remember anythin?”

Averse stopped right at his tracks, he turned his head to face Nyxy

"Pffft... it was all pink and cloudy, it's vomit-inducing"

"Hehe! Just fucking with ya. I dont remember much"

He lied

"Taking a bullet to the head fucks with memories as they say"

He waved off, rubbing his forehead.

They shrug and open a portal by tearing open his wall with his claws amd turned to Averse.

“Faster way. After you.” They grin as they shake their claws a bit.

Averse pretends to swoon as he made his way to the portal "aww, such a gentleman. Im touched. Hehe"

"C'mon, ya dork"

Inviting nyxy over as they both go through the portal to finally get those breakfast burritos they should've shared two days ago.

The end :D