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Everyone Need To Read These, They Are Like One Of The Best Works Out There, The Amount Of Thought And
Everyone need to read these, they are like one of the best works out there, the amount of thought and details that this author puts into their work is amazing đ
Works and Requests
Oh man I knew this day would come, I finally have to make seprate masterlists for some fandoms, this main post is too massive now! Masterlist's below the cut <3
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Harry Potter Masterlist
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JJ Maybank
Accidentally in Love ââĄâżâ â
Always & Forever Part 1 | Part 2 âĄâżâ â
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Tides of Comfortâżâ
Rafe Cameron
Who Did This To You? Part 1 | Part 2 âĄâżâ
The Last of Us
Joel Miller
Big Blue WorldâżâŠâ
Terrible LiarâżâŠâ
Whatever The Hell This IsâżâŠâ
InterestingâżâŠâ
The Outsiders
Darrel "Darry" Curtis
I Want ToâżâŠ
By Your SideâĄâż
Sunflowers and Second ChancesâĄâż
Dallas "Dally" Winston
Don't CryâżâŠ
TroublemakerâżâŠ
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Second SunriseâĄâż
Love StrikesâĄâż
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Steve Randle
Peachy GirlâĄâż
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Steve Harrington
Adorably Clueless âżâ
That Was the Moment âĄâż
Treat You BetterâżâŠ
Twilight
Paul Lahote
Forever YoursâĄâżâ
Trust in the Tideâżâ
A Court of Thorns and Roses Universe
Azriel
Bound by ShadowsâżâŠ
The Quiet BetweenâżâŠ
EscapismâĄâżâ
Teaching Trailsâż
Beneath the Healer's TouchâĄâżâ
Soothing ShadowsâĄâżâ
Cassian
Frosted SteelâżâŠ
Rhysand
Hidden AwayâżâŠ
Eris Vanserra
A Realm RebornâżâŠ
Call of Duty: MW2/3
Johnny "Soap" MacTavish
LassieâĄâżâ
Captain John Price
The Price of ProtectionâĄâżâ
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Breaking PointâĄâżâ
Through Your Eyesâż
Avatar Way of Water
Neteyam Sully
Different | Part 1 | Part 2 âżâ â
Marvel
James "Bucky" Barnes
At Odds âżâŠâ
Celebrities
Miles Teller
Thank You Kind Stranger âżâ
Works In Progress (WIP's)!
Steve Randle x Reader - Request!
Sirius Black x Reader - Request!
Legolas x Reader - Request!

Who I Write For:
Top Gun: Maverick & 1986
Jake "Hangman" Seresin
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw
Bob Floyd
Pete "Maverick" Mitchell
Nick "Goose" Bradshaw
Tom "Iceman" Kazansky
Any other pilot upon request!
Harry Potter
The Marauders Era
Sirius Black
James Potter
Remus Lupin
Golden Trio Era
Harry Potter
Ron Weasley
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
Twilight
Paul Lahote
Jacob Black
Sam Uley
Embry Call
Quill Ateara
Edward Cullen
Emmet Cullen
Carlisle Cullen
Jasper Hale
The Outsiders
Darrel âDarryâ Curtis
Sodapop "Soda" Curtis
Ponyboy "Pony" Curtis
Dallas "Dally" Winston
Steve Randall
Keith âTwo-Bitâ Matthews
Criminal Minds
Aaron Hotchner
Derek Morgan
Spencer Reid
Outer Banks
JJ Myabank
John B Routledge
Pope Heyward
Topper Thorton
Rafe Cameron
Marvel
Peter Parker
Bucky Barnes
Steve Rogers
Tony Stark
Loki
Avatar
Neteyam Sully
Lo'ak Sully
Jake Sully
Ao'nung
The Last of Us
Joel Miller
Tommy Miller
Ellie Williams
The Lord of the Rings
Legolas
Aragorn
King Thranduil
Call of Duty: MW2/3
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Johnny "Soap" MacTavish
Captain Price
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
A Court of Thorns and Roses Universe (ACOTAR)
Azriel
Cassian
Rhysand
Any High Lord really
Any other upon request!
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More Posts from Saphiraprince22

WC | 0.3k
WARNINGS | slight allusions to sexual content but nothing explicit, soft kissing, teasing
A/N | ok iâm not sure if this was a request lmao but i wanted to say a little bit about it anyways đđ ahhh this would fix me too, literally when is it my turn đŁïž (and to anyone else seeing this, my requests are open until july 16 if you want to send in an ask as well.) repost because my tags are being horrible with putting asks in tags ahhh :(
REQUEST! | EVENT MASTERLIST

no because this actually just awoke something in me⊠wth i need a pretty man in my lap right now!!
i feel like itâd start off as a joke, almost. heâd walk over to you, singing your name and poking you and trying to get your attention in any way possible. when that doesnât get the reaction he wants, he drapes his legs across your lap, whining about how mean you are, how youâre not paying any attention to himâhow dare you not? how could you resist your beautiful boy?
so you wrap an arm around his waist and pull him closer, so that heâs fully seated in your lap. itâs not too hardâheâs light as a feather, shifting him easily. itâs quite easy for you to manhandle him, even if your stature is much shorter than his. it also helps that heâs halfway making the movements himself, not one to turn down any sort of affection from you now that heâs finally gotten your attention.
he fits a little awkwardly, his long limbs curling up and trying to get comfortable as you chuckle and place a hand on his thigh, looking up at him with a smirk.
heâs a little frazzled as he tries to get comfortable, reminding you a little of a cat that just canât settle down. a light blush dusts across his cheeksâheâs embarrassed, something that doesnât happen often.
âaw, is hannie embarrassed?â you coo playfully, pulling him closer and pressing your lips to his neck, eliciting a soft whimper from between his lips.
âno,â he drawls, gently tangling his fingers in your hair as you kiss his neck, ânot embarrassedâŠâ he mutters this under his breath, exhaling deeply as you start to nip at his neck. you can feel him squirming in your lap, trying his best to stifle his whines and whimpers. he doesnât want to let you winâhe simply wonât let you win.
itâs a playful, teasing battle of who will give in firstânew territory for the both of you, as jeonghan shifts in your lap, enjoying the position much more than he initially thought he would.

© petrichor-han 2024, all rights reserved.
â favourite customer, yoon jeonghan.
barista!au, fluff | 405
[a/n] barista!jeonghan might just turn into a whole series of its own with the way he's been living in my head RENT FREE even though this bitch was NOT making any coffee at all! but anw, @synthetickitsune is once again my partner in crime & suffering for constantly encouraging this brainrot.

there's not a single doubt in jeonghan's mind that you're his favourite customer despite him not even knowing your name or ever having a proper conversation with you. not when his favourite part of going to work is getting to see you even if it's just for five minutes and not when he finds himself willing to do extra work whenever he sees you walk in.
jeonghan is placed on barista duties today, there's no reason for him to be at the counter taking orders which means one less chance to interact with you and he won't have that. when he sees you're up next at the counter, he's quickly shoving his co-worker out of the way.
âisn't it time for your break?â jeonghan asks his co-worker as he takes over his spot.
âno...?â his co-worker has a puzzled look on his face, âmy shift just started 20 minutes ago.â
jeonghan turns to give him a forced smile, hoping he'd pick up the hint. âwell, then don't you have to go to the bathroom or something?â
you watch the entire exchange happening before you, as confused as his co-worker then jeonghan turns to you with a smile so big it reaches his eyes and his heart starts pounding when you return it.
âwhat can i get for you today?â he stumbles over his words slightly and you think you catch his cheeks turning a slight tinge of pink.
it was a redundant question though because he already knows your order by heart but you don't know that, so you tell him your order then pays before moving to the side to wait and you hear him telling the customers queuing behind you they have to wait for his co-worker to come back from his bathroom break before he's rushing back to his station to prepare your order.
jeonghan feels you watching him and he's telling himself to stay cool, don't drop anything or mess anything up and he lets out a breath of relief when everything goes smoothly. he walks to the counter with your drink and is determined to say at least one sentence to you today.
âthis is my favourite drink too,â he tells you as he hands you the cup. it's not.
âreally?â you ask him as your fingers brush his slightly.
jeonghan feels butterflies in his tummy and he's determined to find out your name the next time he sees you.
All jason todd lovers you need to read all their works its like AMAZING đ đ â€â€
Masterlist
This is the official Jason Todd masterlist. It consists of headcanons, my thoughts (+ notes from the community) and some short fics.
Anything with a fem!reader is labelled, otherwise everything is gender neutral. I also do not write any actual smut, however, there is some slightly suggestive content on here (all labelled). Enjoy!!

Completed works:
- Acts of Service
- Jason is Not Mean (suggestive + fem!reader)
- Cosy Mornings
- Jason in Love
- He Doesnât Want To Leave (suggestive)
- Comfort When Youâre Sick
- Comfort When Youâre Sad
- Moving in With Jason
- Jason Reads After Patrol
- Leaving a Conversation For Jason (fem!reader)
- College!AU with Jason
- Jasonâs Instagram (fem!reader)
- Making Jason Go To Sleep
- Celebrating Your Birthday With Jason
- Kissing You Against The Wall
- Mundane Moments
- Laser Tag
- Kissing In The Rain
- Pottery Date
- Jasonâs Hands
- Clingy Jason
Headcanons:
- General Headcanons
- More General Headcanons
- Even More General Headcanons
- Silly!Jason Headcanons
- Tattoo Headcanons + Short fic
- Soft!Jason Headcanons
- Girldad!Jason Headcanons (fem!reader)
- How I Envision Jason
- Jasonâs Library
- Gas Station Trips
Jason x Specific Reader:
- Jason With a South Asian!reader headcanons (fem!reader)
- Jason With a Poet!reader
- Jason With Cafeowner!reader
- Jason With a Booknerd!reader
Firefighter!Jason Series:
- Firefighter!Jason Headcanons
- First Meeting With Firefighter!Jason
- Firefighter!Jason Taking Care of Children & Animals
Alternative!Jason Series:
- Alt!bf Jason Headcanons
Little Y/N coloring on her uncle Reggie and uncle Barty's dark marks, doodling over it and eventually they got her doodles tattooed to cover the dark mark :')
STOP THIS IS SO CUTE I ABSOLUTELY HAD TO WRITE THISđ
LITTLE ARTIST
Wolfstar!daughter x Regulus Black & Barty Crouch Jr (obviously platonic)
Wolfstar x daughter!Reader
WARNINGS: nothing, just fluff, FEM!R, use of petnames but no use of Y/n, this is more of a story between Wolfstar!daughter and her Slytherin uncles i'm sorry, slightly sad Regulus but his beloved niece is the light of his eyes.
English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

It was another one of the usual days where Regulus and Barty were babysitting you, while Remus and Sirius went out with James and Peter for a Marauders reunion.
At that precise moment Barty was lying on the sofa, with an arm over his eyes, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth and his snores echoing throughout the living room. And even if that constant sound annoyed Regulus quite a bit, it didn't even matter to you since you were too busy listening to the words of your uncle, who was reading a book aloud to you while sitting on the carpet with you in the middle of his legs.
"So the brave prince took his sword and shield and, having mounted his horse, he went to the castle where the princess-"
"Uncle Reggie?"
Regulus froze when you called his name and lowered his head to look at you. You tilted your head back against his chest and looked up at him with your big, bright eyes.
"Yes, chérie?" he asked with a smile.
"Can i ask you something?"
Regulus nodded without hesitation.
"What is it?"
"Do you have any tattoos?"
Regulus frowned slightly, not understanding where that sudden question came from.
"No, i don't. Why do you ask?"
You moved between his legs to change position and Regulus closed the book and placed it on the floor to make more room for you, so you sat turned towards him to look at him better.
"Daddy has a lot of tattoos on his arms, his legs, his stomach and even his back" you said then and Regulus nodded, knowing his brother's tattoos well. "Dad has some too, but not as many as Daddy"
You continued to rock back and forth on his legs and with one hand you pointed to Barty sleeping on the couch.
"And uncle Barty has some too"
Regulus turned to look at Barty, knowing you were talking about the tattoos on his arms, the backs of his hands, and his fingers. Unlike Sirius, he even had one on his neck, which he personally didn't like, but it was very Barty style and suited him.
"ButâŠ" you shyly said and Regulus looked back at you. "But uncle Barty said that you and him have the same tattoo. Can i see it??"
Regulus felt his heart skip a beat when he heard those words and his body tensed, but you didn't notice. He remained silent for a few seconds, thinking about what to say to you and you continued to look at him patiently, waiting for his response.
Barty had told you about the Death Eater mark. Oh, how could he have been so stupid?! Neither Regulus nor your parents wanted to introduce you to the world of dark magic, your innocence needed to be preserved for as long as possible. And both your parents and Regulus knew what you were like: if you found out why Regulus and Barty had the Dark Mark you would be worried sick about them and they didn't want to scare you.
"I don't think you'd like it" your uncle murmured, trying not to say too much.
"Why?" you asked back, tilting your head to the side. "Is it ugly?"
Yes, it's hideous. And it burns on my skin like a hot iron. If only i had the courage i would cut it off with a knife.
"No" Regulus shook his head. "I just don't like it anymore"
After he and Barty found the courage to leave the Death Eaters, Regulus obviously regretted letting them mark his skin with that horrible figure. But years had passed and now he hardly thought about it anymore. But he never truly forgot.
"I'm sure it looks nice" you replied, flashing him an innocent smile. "Come on uncle Reggie, can i see it?? Please!"
"Chérie..."
"Just this once uncle Reggie, i swear. Pleaseee"
Regulus looked into your eyes intently, deciding what to do. He saw you making sweet eyes at him, with your hands clasped in prayer and he knew that it was now impossible to refuse your request.
So, with a sigh and his heart pounding with anxiety, he stretched his arm forward and then lifted the sleeve of his shirt, showing you the mark on his arm.
You opened your eyes wide and paused to look at the skull and the snake weaving beneath it that were tattooed on his arm, the black ink contrasting sharply with his pale skin.
Regulus looked at you silently, fearing your reaction. Not that you had any idea what that mark was, but he was still worried.
"Oooh" you murmured, then lifting your head towards Regulus. âSo uncle Barty has this tattoo too?â
Regulus nodded slowly, trying to smile at you. "He has it on his arm too. Like me"
"Why a skull and a snake?"
"Because we like skulls and snakes"
"Did it hurt when you did it?"
Yes.
"No, sweetheart"
"And why did you get the same tattoo?"
Regulus looked at you tilting hid head with a small smirk.
"You are much more curious than usual today, aren't you?" he said and you giggled sheepishly.
Then he let out another sigh and he looked down at your little feet, his smile falling to make room for a sadder expression.
"We got it when we were younger. We were too stupid and now we regret it"
He wasn't going to explain that he and Barty had been part of a group of murderous dark wizards, but that was the gist of it.
"Don't say that! You and uncle Barty are not stupid!" you immediately retorted and Regulus looked back at you with an amused smile.
"Chérie, you can't understand" he tried to say, but you shook your head stubbornly and looked into his eyes intensely.
"I don't care. Just because you got a tattoo you don't like anymore doesn't mean you're stupid. So don't say that anymore, uncle Reggie. Okay?"
Regulus looked at you with a soft look and after a few seconds he nodded in surrender, knowing that it was impossible to argue with you. You had taken on all of Sirius' stubbornness and it showed.
Then a loud yawn rang through the living room and you and Regulus turned to Barty, who was slowly sitting up on the couch.
"What are you two talking about?" he muttered, stretching his arms upwards to stretch awkwardly.
You jumped up to run to him.
"Uncle Barty, uncle Barty, can i see your tattoo??â you asked frantically.
Junior fixed his hair with one hand, letting out another yawn. "Haven't i already shown you my tattoos a thousand times, little viper?"
You climbed up next to him on the couch and held onto his shoulder, shaking him slightly. "No, i mean the one with the skull and the snake. The one you and uncle Reggie have on your arms!"
Barty glanced at Regulus, who looked back silently then looked at the book he had left on the carpet. They would've talked about it later.
But unlike Regulus, Barty had no problem lifting the sleeve of his sweatshirt and showing you the mark on his skin that was identical to Regulus'. You stopped to look at him, with your hands resting on his thin arm and running your finger over the black lines.
"It's ugly, right?" Barty asked and you lifted your head towards him. "Does it scare you?"
But you shook your head.
"Why would it scare me?" you asked him, confused by his words.
Your father always bragged about all the tattoos that decorated his body. Why did Barty and Regulus seem to hate that tattoo instead?
But then an idea came to your mind.
"Oh, now i understand!" you suddenly exclaimed, making the two men jump.
You got off the couch and ran out of the living room, under the confused gaze of your uncles. A few seconds later you returned to the living room holding your trusted pack of colored markers that Lily had given you and that you were very fond of.
You returned to kneel next to Barty, who still had his arm exposed and you took out a red marker, then removed the cap. But before you could touch his skin with the tip, Barty stopped your hand.
"Hey hey hey what do you think you're doing with that, little viper?" he asked skeptically.
You smiled at him. "I want to color your tattoo, uncle Barty"
"And why is that...?"
"Because it'll become more pretty this way. So you and uncle Reggie can't say it's ugly anymore"
Barty frowned, while Regulus' eyes opened slightly in surprise. You shook Barty's arm again.
"Uncle Barty, can i color your tattoo, please?" you asked him.
Junior let out a sigh but then smirked and extended his arm towards you, resting it on your lap. "Give vent to your artistic streak, baby"
You smiled happily and wasted no time coloring his tattoo, under the watchful gaze of him and Regulus. Then you took another color and began to draw other shapes over and around his one.
"What are you drawing sweetheart?" Regulus asked you, looking at you from the carpet.
"I'm doing some butterflies and flowers" you replied in a focused tone, not looking up from Bartyâs arm.
"I don't like butterflies" said the latter. "They're stupid"
You lifted your head to look at him and Regulus glared at him.
"They're not stupid" you replied calmly, not offended by his words, as you were used to Barty's language. "They are pretty and colourful"
"Nah. Better spiders and scorpions"
"Ew. I don't like spiders" you said with a grimace of disgust, then went back to work.
Barty chuckled, but made no move to stop you from continuing your job. He didn't like butterflies, but he would have had his entire body filled with stupid colorful butterflies if you had just asked him. Compared to Regulus, he was rougher and even a bit weirder, but Junior was just as protective as Regulus and would've done anything for you. Anything.
After a few minutes you were done and after putting the cap back on the marker, you took Barty's wrist and lifted his arm, showing it to Regulus.
"Ta-da! Do you like it?"
"It's beautiful darling" Regulus said with a tender smile.
"You're a real artist my little viper" Barty continued, ruffling your hair and making you smile proudly. "I can't wait to show everyone this masterpiece"
You got off the couch and walked back to Regulus, clutching the box of markers in your hands.
"Uncle Reggie, can i color your tattoo too?" you asked, rocking on your heels. "Maybe you'll like it more with some colors"
Regulus smiled as his heart swelled: he loved your sweetness and your innocence and he knew that despite the age gap that separated you, he could always feel safe with you, because you never judged him. You still couldn't realize it, but since Remus and Sirius had taken you in, you had become not only his beloved niece, but also Regulus's safe place.
"Of course chérie" Regulus nodded, rolling up again the sleeve of his marked arm.
You wasted no time in sitting between his crossed legs again and brought his arm into your lap, picking up a marker and starting to color. Regulus admired you coloring his mark, not caring that you were going outside the edges and then you started drawing something else, like you had done with Barty. But on Regulus' skin, instead of butterflies and colorful flowers, you had chosen to draw the moon, the sun and planets surrounded by many stars.
Regulus almost felt his eyes watering but managed to hold back the tears, especially since Barty was still there. So he limited himself to giving you a small kiss on the head, leaving his lips pressed to your hair for a few seconds, while you continued with your work, humming a melody invented on the moment.Â

A few days later, Regulus and Barty came to visit Sirius and Remus and you and stayed for dinner (even though your parents would have preferred just Regulus to be there, but obviously they're joking).
"Come here sweetheart" Regulus called to you, inviting you to come closer with a wave of his hand. "I want to show you something"
You immediately got off Sirius' lap to go over to him and Barty, who were sitting on the other sofa, curious as ever.
Regulus lifted his sleeve, revealing his Dark Mark and you let out a gasp. Remus and Sirius frowned at the other two men, not too happy that you were aware of the mark, even if you didn't know the dark truth behind it. But before they could say anything in protest, they also noticed with shock what was on Regulus' arm.
You raised your head to look at your uncle with wide eyes. "Is this my drawing??"
Regulus nodded with a smile and you immediately rubbed your hand up and down his arm and your mouth fell open as you realized that the drawings of planets you had made on his skin weren't going away.
You didn't remember it precisely but Regulus did, and every single detail of the drawings you had done on him a few days before had been tattooed on his skin.
"It's a new tattoo, baby" Barty continued, noticing your confused eyes. "Look"
He lifted his sleeve, showing his mark and to your amazement you and your parents saw that his arm was full of colorful butterflies and flowers.
"I'm not understanding..." Remus murmured in confusion, alternating his gaze from Regulus to Barty.
"There is nothing difficult to understand, Lupin" Junior retorted. " My little viper here improved our tattoos because we didn't like them. This design suits my style much more, don't you think?"
"I love them!" you exclaimed with a toothy grin, bouncing in place. "I'm happy you like them more now!"
Regulus chuckled at your enthusiasm and leaned over to give you a hug, which you immediately returned. "It was thanks to you, chérie"
"Next time i want to get a new tattoo i'll ask you again, baby" Barty said looking at you with a smirk and you nodded frantically.
"Sure!"
Both Sirius and Remus stood up to take a closer look at what the other two had gotten tattooed. And they had to admit that both you and the tattoo artist had done a great job. The mark was hardly visible under all those drawings that came from your imagination.
"Reggie..." Sirius murmured then, catching his brother's attention. But Regulus gave him a smile when he saw his slightly sad look.
"Don't worry, Sirius. I'm fine" he said softly, not wanting you to know what they were talking about. "Thanks to what she did now i know that i can leave it all behind and forget"
Both Black brothers watched you admire the flowers decorating Barty's arm with a proud smile, along with Remus.
"I thought you hated butterflies, Barty" he said with an arrogant smirk equal to the tone Junior had used with him earlier.
"Shut your mouth Lupin. You cannot understand the meaning of this work of art"
Sirius placed a hand on Regulus' shoulder and squeezed it in comfort, before walking up behind you and lifting you into his arms, making you squeal in surprise.
"Ahh i can't believe my daughter did a tattoo for her uncles, especially for Barty?? Before your own dad?? This is not fair!" Sirius exclaimed dramatically, spinning in circles and making you laugh while Junior rolled his eyes.
When he stopped he looked intently into your eyes, nuzzling his nose against your soft cheek. "We need to fix this right away, young lady. You'll design a tattoo for me too now, right?"
And you nodded without hesitation.
"I'd love to, daddy!"

I got teary eyed while reading this. Azriel deserves this and so much more.
He Feels Safe With You â Azriel x Reader
Summary: Azriel's sleeping habits begin to worry you, but after a conversation with Cassian, you realize you've misinterpreted the entire situation.
Warnings: Major fluff. Like tooth-rotting sweetness. Sleepy Az.
Author's note: I should be sleeping because I have work tomorrow but instead I've chosen to write this oneshot and I have no regrets.

It was starting to become a problem now.Â
You cocked your head to the side, cradling a cup of tea in your hands and watching Azriel as he continued to sleep soundly in your bed. You had the windows cracked open and the early Autumn breeze swirled indoors with the scent of lavender, bergamot, and the strawberry jam youâd slathered over your toast. You checked the time once again on the glossy marble clock face. The arrow-shaped hour hand clicked ever closer to 11am, the minute hand close to overtaking its competitor.Â
10:55am and Azriel was still asleep.Â
The sheets clustered loose and low around his waist, mimicking the curling of his shadows up and down the ridges of his spine and across the delicate membrane of his wings. His wings hung loose and relaxed, stretching off the edges of your bed and caressing the floor with a loverâs touch. You blushed at the sight. When you and Azriel had first started courting each other three years ago, youâd thought through the mechanics of housing an Illyrian warrior in your bed â should you buy a new bed frame and mattress? Did you even have space for it in your apartment? The answer had been no to both, and yet Azriel loved when your daytime activities ended here instead of at the townhouse. If he cared about having to walk sideways to avoid the bookshelves in the halls or having to crouch to avoid the overhang above the staircase, he didnât mention it.Â
Three hours ago youâd woken up beneath the gentle weight of his wings, untangled yourself from Azrielâs greedy limbs, and crept down the stairs to your kitchen, bleary eyed but well rested. But that was three hours ago! Since then youâd brushed your teeth, washed your face, and eaten breakfast, and still the Shadowsinger hadnât stirred. You were beginning to question whether he truly was the Spymaster of the Night Court as you sat in your velvet chair and admired your lover. You traced all the subtle movements of his body as he muddled through dreams you could only wonder at â the creasing of his brow, the slack line of his lips as he breathed, the twitching of his fingertips as he reached for some phantom object.Â
The clock struck eleven and you sighed, gathering your plates but leaving Azrielâs pile of toast, butter, and honey alone. You also left the teapot and its mismatched cup, blowing magic over its lid in a silent command to keep its contents hot until Azriel awoke.Â
âIâll be down in the shop,â you whispered to his shadows, trusting that they would relay the message when their master finally decided to grace the daytime with his presence.Â
One by one, shadows slipped off Azrielâs skin, curling around your ankles and wrists in a silent plea to stay. You shook them off like one might a needy child, promising youâd only be two floors down.Â
The artistsâ corner in Velaris was an eclectic array of compact townhouses, each outwardly dressed in their unique, dazzling finery. Your townhouse was squished between a painting studio and a luthierâs. The painting studioâs owner seemed intent on changing the color of the wooden sidings every other day and the drawings scribbled over the windows every other week. Today it was periwinkle blue to match the hydrangeas overflowing from the window boxes.Â
You nodded in approval as you flipped the apothecary sign over from âMuch apologies, please try another timeâ to âYouâve caught us! Weâre open!â The blue would match your tulip yellow sidings and the clean white accents of the luthierâs. Last week it had been red and that had looked gods-awful.Â
You busied yourself in the shop, crushing up lavender and herbs and boiling mugwort in fire-stained glassware in between flurries of customers until the medicinal stench in the air grew thick and strong. You were used to it by now. It smelled clean. Like home.Â
You were finishing tying up a bundle of teabags when Cassian came in carrying a sturdy wooden box under one arm like it weighed five pounds instead of fifty. You snapped out the wrinkles of a cloth bag, dropping the teabags and five vials of sleep serum for the nightingale-winged nymph in front of you.Â
âFour feathers and three strands of hair, as we bargained for,â you said, sliding the bag across the counter.Â
The nymph nodded in approval, extending out a wing and shoving her fingers into the pillowy softness. She tested for loose feathers ready to pull.
âYouâre a godsend, Y/n, has anyone ever told you that?â She pulled out three feathers, closed her wing, and started testing the feathers on the other side. âFinniganâs was asking me for ten. Ten! Can you believe that? If I hadnât found you in time Iâd have been reduced to a plucked chicken.â She was much less precious about her mousey brown hair and yanked out three strands at random. âOops, you get an extra strand today,â she sang, dropping the feathers and hair into the jars you held out.Â
âWell itâs a good thing you found me then, Moricka.âÂ
âHonestly! I understand heâs got a large studio space heâs renting in the thick of the Palace, and even I will admit the ambiance is rather professionalââÂ
Cassian raised his brow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his scarred lips as he continued to stand motionless in the doorway. It was true your space was more⊠homey than Finniganâs, but your expertise shined in intimate spaces. You liked the control and the familiarity that came from running a smaller business and you wouldnât give it up for the world.Â
âBut I do think the success is getting to his head. You both studied under Lady Madja so I donât see whyââÂ
You nodded absentmindedly. It was always like this with Moricka. The songbird in her made it difficult for her to stop talking, but at least her voice was pleasant.Â
She threw her hands up in the air before finally catching wind of another presence in the room. Cassian waved at her with a wink and an orange blush creeped onto her full cheeks. He tended to have that effect on fae with his towering size and the wild beauty of his chiseled jaw and smattering of scars over his cheeks and brow.Â
âOh⊠oh dear, I didnât realize you had another customer. Oh my goodness Iâve been talking your ear off all this time and youâve been too kind to say anything. Youâre a godsend, Y/n. A godsend! I donât know what I would do without you, although I should really be letting you go now.â She grabbed her things and sidestepped the range of Cassianâs wings, trying and failing now to gawk. âIâll see you soon enough again Iâm sure.âÂ
âIâll be here.â You sighed in relief when the doorbell rang behind her petite frame, the inoffensive smile you offered all your customers sliding off your face like oil on water. Cassian chuckled, dropping the box onto the countertop with a dull thud.Â
âLong day?âÂ
You pulled out a stepstool and began rummaging around through the box, pulling out jars of squid ink, bark trimmings, buttons, and one particularly nasty jar containing a large eye suspended in yellow goo. âItâs not even three.âÂ
âDid I stutter?â
You tapped the glass and the eye swiveled around to look at you, pupil enlarging and constricting with a stutter. âYes, yes very good,â you muttered your praise and Cassian fought hard not to shiver. He had a stomach for a great many things, but some of the specimens you handled tested his resilience.
âThank you for bringing all of this. Youâve saved me a great deal of trouble.âÂ
âPerhaps you could do the same for me and tell me where my brother is? Iâve been looking for him all day.â Cassian leaned forward on the counter, a mischievous glint in his eye. âAre you holding him hostage, Y/n? Are you using your feminine powers to bring the poor male to his knees? I must admit, I didnât imagine you as the kind capable of kidnapping. Or shadow-napping, shall we say?â
You rolled your eyes. âIâm hardly holding him hostage.â You gestured down the hallway past the bookshelves and the cases of empty glassware where the light from the staircase glowed like an iron eye. âHeâs upstairs sleeping.âÂ
Cassian furrowed his brows, stepping around and past you. He kept his wings tucked closer to his shoulder blades, careful not to upset the cramped organization you maintained in your shop.Â
He smirked. âStill? Are you sure you didn't work your feminine powers last night?âÂ
You glanced out the store window. A few fae lingered outside the coffee shop across the street clutching takeaway boxes against their chest as they chatted and sipped their drinks. The street was otherwise empty. For now, you wouldnât have to deal with any customers.Â
You looked back at Cassian. âI actually wanted to ask you about that.â
His brows furrowed. âAbout feminine powers?â He'd meant that as a joke.
âGods, Cassian let that go.â You wrung your hands. âI wanted to ask if Azriel was alright? Has he seemed⊠normal to you?â
âI donât know, has he?â Cassian lowered his voice, sinking into one of the stools by the clear glass medicine cabinet. âFrom what I can tell he seems well. Happy.âÂ
Although happy was an understatement. Ever since youâd stumbled into their lives with Madjaâs accolades and your wry humor, Azriel had been a goner. Youâd pulled emotions from him as deftly as a spinster with a pile of wool, reduced him to a reverential, lovesick mess, and imbued his existence with a color not even Feyre could mix up. Which made it all the more confusing why you looked so nervous.
âYouâve seen more of him than I have, Y/n.â Cassian said. He braced his elbows against his knees, turning serious. The faint bags under his hazel eyes hinted at sleepless nights spent fussing over Neera. It was their fault really, any daughter of Nesta and Cassian was destined to be restless and particular.
âHe just⊠heâs been sleeping more. Falling into bed early, but waking up late. Sometimes weâll be reading together or just existing side by side and when I turn to face him, heâs dead asleep on the couch.âÂ
Cassianâs lips twitched, slowly stretching into a smile. You plucked a hemp bag off one of the wall shelves at random, tossing its contents into a mortar and beginning to grind just so you could have something to do with your hands.Â
âAt first I brushed it off, but itâs gotten to a point where Iâll be talking to him â mindless things, but regardless â and Iâll catch him dozing off. Heâs always very apologetic after but IâŠâ The mortar and pestle clattered to a stop. âI worry that heâs growing bored of me. Or that heâs sick in a way I canât help.âÂ
âY/n.â There was a smile in Cassianâs voice, and indeed when you looked at him, his teeth were glistening in the soft afternoon haze. His eyes shined knowingly, as if the answer were obvious.
You paused. âYes?â
âHe feels safe with you.âÂ
You blinked once. Twice.Â
âPardon?âÂ
Cassian tipped back in his seat, knocking his head against the cabinet with a rattle of jars and glass as he laughed. âHeâs sleeping so much because he feels safe with you. Itâs probably why he prefers to spend time here instead of at the townhouse and why heâs still dead asleep while weâre sitting here gossiping about him. Three years ago you couldnât even whisper his name in a crowded room without him appearing from the shadows as if summoned.âÂ
You felt heat rise in your cheeks. âOh... I see.âÂ
Cassian was grinning. âY/n, I promise you heâs not bored of you. Azriel sleeping is a good thing. The gods know he could use more rest. I think he might be the worst of us when it comes to taking care of ourselves.âÂ
Something about Cassianâs words had a crack splintering in your chest. You knew about his past. You knew of the horrors burned into the ruined skin of his hands and the weight his duties deposited on his shoulders.
And here youâd been worried over him sleeping past noon.Â
Shadows slipped down the stairs, pooling around your feet in a neat circle and kissing the exposed skin of your ankles. Azriel followed closely behind, still wearing his rumpled hair and pants and a shirt heâd hastily shoved his neck and arms into. He hadnât even buttoned up the slits below his wings, opting to let the fabric swing free and loose and expose flashes of skin as he walked.Â
He jutted his chin out in acknowledgement of Cassian and then folded himself over your back, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and dropping his face into the crook of your neck where he breathed in the scent of lemon and lavender and medicine.Â
âYou werenât there when I woke up,â he said, frowning. There was a slur to his words.
âItâs past three, brother.âÂ
Azriel snapped his head up in surprise, squinting at the window and the afternoon sunlight streaking in. The pale cobblestones shone like theyâd been drenched in honey.Â
âWhat?âÂ
Cassian rolled his eyes, patting Azrielâs back fondly and mussing up your hair before walking towards the door. He flipped the sign from âYouâve caught us! Weâre open!â to âMuch apologies, please try another time.âÂ
âGoodnight, you two!" He called from over his back. "Remember weâre meeting at Rhysâs for dinner tonight.â He turned, bracing his arms against the top of the doorway and leaning forward like he meant to share a secret. â8pm sharp. Donât be too late or weâll get the wrong idea about what you two are up to.â He winked, then whistled down the street, letting the door close on its own behind him.Â
Azriel sighed, going back to nuzzling his face in your neck. He peppered the sensitive skin there with kisses.Â
âWill you be coming back upstairs then?â He murmured hopefully. "Now that you're finished with work?"
You bit your lip and decided rather quickly that the world would not end because you closed a few hours early.Â
You led him up the stairs, past the kitchen and living room on the second floor, and then up to the third floor â your bedroom. The window was still open, the hustle and bustle of the city and the smell of coffee from across the street wafting in. Steam no longer poured from the lip of the teapot, so you knew Azriel had had something to drink, and where youâd left toast on his plate this morning lay only crumbs.Â
Azriel dropped to his knees, untying your laces and helping you out of your boots. Then he straightened and tugged at the belt loops of your trousers, silently asking for permission before unbuttoning them and sliding them off your legs. Your shirt, then his shirt, and then his trousers joined the pile of crumpled clothing on the floor.
He gently pushed you back onto the bed, falling face first after you with a sigh. This was his favorite position to sleep in â you comfortable on your back and him laying with his hips slotted in between your legs and his head resting over your heart.Â
You sank your fingers into his velvety, black hair. His hums of satisfaction flowed through your body, lighting every nerve with a comforting buzz.Â
âAzriel?â You asked him, before sleep could finally claim him once more.Â
âHmmm?âÂ
âDo you feel safe with me?âÂ
He pressed his face further into the soft flesh of your chest, bringing his arms up and around your waist before allowing his wings to do the same. The thin membranes glowed red as hot coals, blocking out the most offensive rays of light from outside.Â
âWhen I am with you, I forget that I was ever that boy whose hands got burned. When I am with you, the hundreds of years I spent feeling alone and worthless in this world melt away into nothing. When I am with you â when I am in this place that smells and feels so strongly of you â I can imagine a future that is good and pure and perfect.â He sighed deeply, seemingly ignorant to the pounding of your heart and the waves of feeling flooding your system. âSo yes, my love â my Y/n â I do feel safe with you.â
âI feel safe with you too,â you murmured. âI love you, Azriel.âÂ
You kissed the crown of his head, earning one last smile and a slurred, âI love you, Y/n,â before his jaw went slack and the room went silent save for the mixing of your breaths and the stirring of shadows.