WIP Wednesday: The Return!
somebody lost the rooookiess......

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WIP Wednesday: The Return!
somebody lost the rooookiess......
big black dog, he trails along
Heated Rivalry. Shane/Ilya. one-shot. Rated T. Hurt/Comfort Read on Ao3
Death had followed Ilya Rozanov like a lonely dog his entire life. or; A treatise on Death and the unending loyalty it has to Ilya Rozanov, and a goodbye.
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A/N: Angst! Avast! ANGST AHEAD! I don't really know where this one came from, but I know it meant a lot to me. Dogs as a metaphor for Death and Life really stuck with me, and I feel like I really hit a good flow with this one. Regardless, it made me cry and a few of my peeps so, enjoy. And PLEASE heed tags. PLEASE.
signaling the dawn though I can't see the light
Heated Rivalry. Shane/Ilya. Two-shot. Rated T. Hurt/Comfort Read on Ao3
Zarina was standing stock still at the opened door, half tucked behind it as she stared up at the figure on their doorstep. She turned, her little face scrunched in confusion as she watched her father approach. “Papa,” She chirped in Russian as he scooped her up, nestling her onto his hip as she pointed a glitter-speckled hand up and out the door, “He says his name is Uncle Alexei.” Ilya felt the blood freeze in his veins. Slowly, so slowly he felt the world turn and age around him, Ilya let his eyes wander from his daughter’s perfect face to the man casting a shadow over his threshold. _ Some ghosts only haunt familiar halls. Others follow.
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A/N: First HR Fic! Was meant to be a oneshot and then got perilously long, so a two-shot. I gotta say, this show/book series did wonders for my writer's block. Have some fluff/angst for the road yall.
Return! Of WIP Wednesday!!!
Chapter Five is coming along and we get some Mor & Az bonding time!
whatever could go wrong
my hand is healed (FINALLY) and my leg is not as broken anymore, and my job has finally taken the foot off the gas for more than 0.5 seconds, so I give you - this.
no idea what in the world it is but I figured I'd chuck it into the void and see what gobbles it up.
*slides down the hallway in tube socks and a button down* it's WIP Wednesday
*moonwalks out*
A Court of Snow and Shadow Multi || Romance & Mystery || Azriel x OFC
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Chapter Four: Maera
Nyra wakes, laments, and ponders the shadows laid out before her.
Waking up from a tonic induced sleep was like trying to breach the surface of a lake filled with tar. Slow, heavy, and thick limbed, Nyra emerged into consciousness. Her eyelids felt as if they were weighted down by boulders; opening her eyes was such a task she debated allowing herself to fall back into the dark bearings of slumber just to avoid the strain of vision. But flashes of her dreams came back to her in long, languid strokes – refusing to let her mind settle like a paddle through still water. The feeling of bare feet on cool marble, a warm caress over her shoulders. A soothing voice like night and the smell of cedar. It was confusing, Nyra mused, as she drifted further and further away from unconsciousness; the heaviness of her eyelids now an annoyance more than a temptation. Her dreams weren’t pleasant – ever. Nothing about sleep these days was anything close to it, really. So why did the images floating through her mind give her such a sense of peace, of calm? Golden, burning eyes peering down at her. The shadow of wings, massive and black, against the white walls of her home. A tug within her chest, just below her ribs. The boulders pulling her eyelids down were suddenly no more than grains of sand, and Nyra’s eyes flew open as a gasp tore from her mouth. Mate.
A/N: DID YA MISS ME?? I miss you guys!! (and this story my WORD)
Chapter four is now up! I am so excited for you all to get a proper look into Nyra's head.
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A Court of Snow and Shadow Multi || Romance & Mystery || Azriel x OFC
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Chapter Three: Pre-Dream Condition
Summary: Azriel feels the effects of the mating bond.
Rhys wishes for absolution.
Nyra succumbs.
Sins of the past breach the surface.
Someone above them gasped. Another swore colorfully. Azriel heard none of it. His entire world began and ended within Nyra’s gaze. The Winter Court itself could have come down around them and he would have hardly noticed. He would happily have stayed on that solar floor for the rest of his immortal life – abstain from all food, water, and movement so long as she never turned her gaze away. Mother above, had there ever been such blue eyes as these before?
A/N: She's HEEEERE! Chapter three! WOOF this one was a beast, guys, but I am SO excited for you guys to have it at last. Enjoy!