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BABY AVENGERS INCIDENT
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Some of the Avengers were transformed into babies and Bucky and Reader have to take care of them without knowing that it was a plan to make them confess their feellings.
Notes: Hi guys, I wrote it very fast and didn't review, so if there's any mistakes just ignore please. I have this ideia running in my mind for months, but still didn't end up as i was wondering, probably wil rewrite someday.
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Going on missions always gave me a strange sensation. Even on the easiest ones, I’d feel that tightness in my chest, like something was about to go sideways. Because of that, I always tried to be there for everyone when we headed out, or even when someone was sent on a solo op.
Although death was an old friend in this line of work, it’s not something you ever get used to. Losing loved ones is always hard, nothing prepares you for the news that someone you love died in combat. And that brings us to the present moment, as Bucky and I stare at Loki—damn him—on the quinjet ramp with none of our friends in sight. The pre-mission briefing flashed through my mind like a movie.
[FLASHBACK ON]
"HE’S NOT TRUSTWORTHY, GOLDILOCKS!" Tony’s voice boomed. Rhodey looked ready to literally jump between Tony and Thor.
"HE IS MY BROTHER!" Thor’s thunderous voice echoed through the room. Even though Tony was seething, Thor was grinning, as if the idea of bringing Loki along to help was just a family picnic.
"Twenty bucks says Tony hides all of Thor’s Pop-Tarts by the end of the day," Clint whispered.
"Thirty says he hides them before lunch," Bucky’s voice rumbled beside us. Son of a... when did he get here?
"You two are terrible," I said, smiling, feeling Bucky’s breath closer than ever.
As the argument unfolded, with Tony listing every single reason why Loki shouldn't be on the mission, Steve finally arrived to bring order to the chaos.
"You’re acting like children, for God's sake," he said in that inspiring yet defeated tone, like he’d had this argument twenty times before—which he probably had. "Loki is going, Tony. He promised to behave, and Thor will vouch for him."
"Of course he promised," Tony scoffed. "He’s literally the God of Mischief, Capsicle. Get over it, he can't be trusted." He sat down, crossing his arms—the Stark way of saying 'I don't agree, but I'm done arguing,' which was a victory in itself.
The mission was complex. Apparently, a magical artifact had been found in a remote part of Italy and taken to a Hydra base. Loki had felt a surge of magic—which no one believed until Wanda called to report sensing a massive magical wave during the night.
"Everyone clear?" Steve’s voice cut through my thoughts. "We move out in one hour. See you at the ramp."
[FLASHBACK OFF]
I could feel the tension radiating of Bucky. He looked torn between throwing a knife at Loki or asking what the hell happened.
"I can explain," the God said, raising his hands in surrender.
"You'd better. Where are the others?" I asked, crossing my arms and walking toward him with Bucky at my side.
"Something unexpected happened. The artifact was... different than anticipated," he shrugged as we boarded the quinjet. "But it's reversible. I've read about this in Asgardian texts."
"Just shut up and take us to them," Bucky growled. Suddenly, a sound echoed through the jet... was that a toddler’s giggle?
As we reached the main cabin, we were met with five... children? By Odin, I was actually going to kill Loki.
"What did you do to them?!" I yelled in pure shock. Five toddlers—our friends—no older than two, were playing on the floor. Their gear was scattered everywhere; Tony’s suit stood sentry nearby, watching over the kids.
I pointed my gun at Loki’s head at the same time Bucky growled, "Start talking, Reindeer Man"
With a frustrated sigh, Loki explained how Thor’s stubbornness had triggered the artifact.
"And why didn't you turn into a kid too?" Bucky asked.
"I didn't touch the artifact. When Natasha got shocked and threw it, I caught it with the box," he shrugged. "But there's a counter-spell in Asgard. I just have to find it. The effect should only last a week."
"You can't leave us here alone with this mess!" I said in disbelief.
"Sorry, darling, duty calls," he said before vanishing. Son of a bitch.
I looked at Bucky. He was staring at the five kids on the floor. Our family, now babies. They were cute, at least.
"What now?" I asked with a tired sigh.
"Steve is still a punk, no matter the age," he said, smiling. Steve was sitting on his shield while baby Natasha spun him at a terrifying speed. Thor and Tony were babbling at each other, and Clint was lying on his back, grabbing his own feet. It was going to be a long week.
Once we got them back to the Compound, I had FRIDAY order baby food, bottles, toys, and diapers. Bucky and I moved mattresses into my room; we decided it would be easier to keep an eye on them if we were all together.
After much debating, Bucky won, the kids would sleep on the floor mattresses to stay safe, and we would share my bed. It was big enough for him to be comfortable, but he mistook my blushing for discomfort. He had no idea my face was red because I’d wanted to climb him like a tree for years now.
"Need a hand, doll?" Bucky’s voice startled me as I warmed up milk in the kitchen.
"It would be much appreciated, Sergeant," I winked.
"We should probably bathe them" he said casually. "Steve smells like sweat and Natasha has a bloodstain on her leg."
"You’re right. Let's wash them before they pass out."
We headed to the improvised playroom (Bucky’s room). Baby Thor was shooting tiny sparks from his fingers at the TV. Every time a spark hit, the channel changed, leading to cheers from the other four. God help us, they're like a gang.
"Why didn't you grab Steve?" I asked as Steve curled up in my arms and Clint tried to bite Bucky's metal shoulder.
"Steve’s been a kicker since we were kids," he said with a wink.
Later that night, as Bucky rocked Clint to sleep, he asked, "You think we should tell Pepper?"
"You think she can handle Morgan and Tony as a toddler? Let her rest," I smiled. "We’ve got this, Barnes."
"Yeah, doll. We do." He gave me that secret smile—the one that made me think he might actually feel the same way, even though I was sure he loved Natasha. Ever since I’d read their Hydra files, I’d tried to keep my distance to protect my heart. I stopped leaving notes on his coffee; I stopped volunteering for his missions. He noticed, but he only responded with more kindness, like bringing me my favorite donuts from across town.
"What are you thinking about, doll?" Bucky’s warmth settled beside me in the kitchen.
"You," I answered without thinking. My eyes widened immediately after, and I felt my entire body go rigid. His low chuckle reached my ears as I scrambled to justify myself. "I mean... I was thinking about this whole situation, about how calm you’re being," I said, still unable to meet his eyes. I felt him move away from my side at the counter, only to lean against the one directly in front of me.
“If it makes you feel any better, I was thinking about you too,” he said, looking deep into my eyes as if he could see right through the lie I’d just told. “Actually, I’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time,” he continued, running his metal hand through his hair and taking a deep breath. “I think about you all day long, even when I’m out on missions. You occupy every single thought I have. I didn’t know what that was before, but now I do.” He took a step forward, cupping my face in his hands, I felt my cheeks flush at his touch. “I love you. Ever since I arrived at the compound and you looked at me like I wasn't a monster... I didn’t know what love was back then, but I knew I loved you.”
My eyes locked onto his, unable to believe what I had just heard. His gaze radiated a love so loud and clear that I couldn’t fathom how I’d never noticed it before.
“James…” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. His eyes were full of love—and a desperate fear of what I might say next. “I love you too,” I said, smiling as I pulled his face closer to mine. I shared a small smile with him before pressing my lips to his in a kiss fueled by years of passion. His left hand slid down to my waist, pulling me firmly against him, while his right hand moved from my face to my neck, deepening the kiss.
My hands trailed down his chest until they reached his belt, fumbling to undo it, when he suddenly lifted me and sat me on the kitchen counter. As his hands slid down to caress my thighs—which instinctively wrapped around his waist—a soft moan escaped my lips. His kisses moved down to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin before his lips immediately soothed the spot.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Tony’s voice snapped me out of the trance Bucky’s lips had put me in.
“Son of a bitch! You scared me!” I barked, taking a ragged breath while Barnes laughed, his face still hidden in my neck. As I looked up, the whole family was standing in the kitchen doorway, all of them wearing huge grins.
“It was about time,” Natasha said. “Everyone was getting sick of watching Barnes pining over you and following you around like a lovesick puppy.” She winked, and just like that, everything felt normal again—Clint and Tony immediately started listing every single time Bucky had melted for me without me even noticing.
“Want to get out of here, doll?” Bucky whispered in my ear, making me smile.
“As long as it’s with you, Sergeant, I’ll go anywhere,” I replied. He scooped me up into his arms and carried me out of the kitchen to the sound of everyone’s laughter.
As we stepped out, I caught sight of Loki leaning against the far wall. He gave me a knowing nod and a smirk before vanishing into thin air. That’s when it hit me: the whole thing had been a setup to make us finally admit how we felt.
Please write more of Azriel x Archeron/reader it was so amazing!! Also do you have a masterlist? so i can read more of your stories??
Hi!! I'm on my exams week on Uni, so i'm not posting much but I'll keep this in mind (azrielxreader) and I don't have a masterlist yet, but I'm working on it <3
BLIND FOR HER (2/2)
Pairing: Azriel x Archeron/reader
Summary: Reader know Azriel is her mate but hide from him because he's in love with Elain.
Notes: Finally here with the second part guys, hope you enjoy it. It takes a little longer than I was expecting because I'm on my college exams week.
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The conversation with Amren wasn't the most productive one I've ever have, but she was old, she knew tricks my mind would never have imagined. Through a long moment of guided meditation, we managed to find a way to numb the bond, Azriel would never feel anything I felt, without the lack of concentration I usually need, and vice versa. He'd be free to do what he always wanted, but it would require a considerable amount of power for me to do that. So, during the month that follow the conversation with Amren, I had to constantly infuse my power into a magical crystal that would help with the spell.
It took a month for us to correctly use my powers to get the result I so desperately wanted. Doubt was a constant companion, my head told me to just get it over with, but my heart told me to give him a chance. But it was hard to give a chance to someone who didn't want you, only want what you represented.
Azriel was another constant during that month, always getting close and trying to strike up a conversation, always entering the same room and trying to get closer. But I wasn't stupid. I would get close to anyone else to avoid contact with him, to avoid looking into his eyes and seeing the disappointment and pain.
In the last few days, Azriel had already asked to talk, because in his mind, this was something he could fix. But I always came up with an excuse not to talk to him. Elain and I continued to treat each other well, despite my previous anger, it wasn't her fault that she received the love of the person I had wanted for so long, but I also avoided talking to her much, fearing I'd trigger some emotion I couldn't handle and accidentally scorch her garden. It had happened before, as soon as I realized her feelings for my mate I accidentally burn her garden to the ground.
And it all led me to the present moment, Lucien and I talking in the garden of the river house. I ended up telling him about my mate bond, which was the main reason we got close when we were in the Spring Court, united by rejection, even if Lucien and Elain's relationship was slightly less terrible. It was almost poetic.
"Are you going to try today?" he asked, looking at me, and I nodded. "I'm tempted to ask you to do that with my bond too," he said with a little laugh. There was no way to truly smile when Elain just don't' take decisions like an adult and just reject the poor male.
"If you want, I'll do it," I said, shrugging. "By the way, I like the new haircut, you look handsome." It wasn't a lie that Lucien was handsome, and now with his hair cut short and half-shaved on the sides, he was even more charming.
His laughter made me laugh too. I felt a tug on the bond and knew Azriel was nearby, but I didn't look around.
"Thanks, little one, you've been a great help. If it makes you feel better, would you like to go for coffee tomorrow? I think you'll need it after tonight," he said, smiling, and I laughed. I knew what he was doing. He also felt Azriel's presence. After his Day Court powers awoke, Lucien was very receptive to external stimuli of darkness and shadows, as if his light were sentient. Although Lucien and I would never be more than friends, the urge to seduce him to make Elain suffer was something that passed in the back of my mind, but I start to see him like and older brother.
"You're unbelievable, Lucien, but I'd love to. You are by far my favorite Vanserra," I said. He smiled.
"I'm serious. If you need help with anything, let me know. You know I wouldn't spare any effort to help you," he said, hugging me and turning to leave. Unfortunately, he had to be in the Day Court to resolve political matters with Helion and Eris. Everything seemed much easier for them after Beron's death.
As soon as he left, I inhaled the scent of roses in the garden and turned to go into the house. Thanks to the Mother, everyone knew about my current situation with Azriel and Elain, but no one said anything, not even Nestha and Mor, who were known for meddling in other people's business. But as soon as I passed the large pine trees to get to the entrance of the house, Azriel practically materialized in front of me. I hadn't even noticed him approaching, even though I'd felt his presence lingering around the garden since Lucien and I went outside. His expression was stoic, but his eyes were the saddest I had ever seen.
"We need to talk, Yn, please," he said, clearing his throat and putting his hands behind his back.
"I don't think we do," I said, trying to get past him, but he stopped me, holding my arm lightly but still making me stop. "What do you want, Azriel?"
"I... I would like to apologize. I'm so sorry, I'm so very sorry for not noticing the bond before. I want you. I was so blind, but now I know that I want you," he said with a choked voice, his eyes filling with tears. "Please, Sn, give me a chance, please, I promise I'll try to be better for you."
My eyes were full of tears, but I couldn't give in. I couldn't be the second option, the choice of convenience. Difficult choices require strong convictions. I can't accept less than what I know I deserve.
"I accept your apology, Azriel," I said, and he smiled slightly, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "But I don't accept you, or the bond." His smile disappeared. "I can't accept being the second choice, being chosen only because of a greater force. I don't want that. I deserve to be loved completely and not by half. You were by my side for over a year and never saw me as more than a friend." His tears ran down his beautiful face, and he opened his mouth to speak, but I continued, "Today I'm going to get rid of this feeling of the bond. I thought you deserved to know." I said, and he choked. "Feel free to love whoever you want, but I know it won't be me. You will always have a place in my heart, but I can't give my heart to you."
"No, please, Yn, please, don't do this. I can get better, I... I love you," he said and hugged me in a fit of desperation. I didn't have the strength to return his hug. "Don't do this to me, give us a chance, please."
"I'm sorry, Azriel," I said, feeling his sob, his tears falling on my shoulder while mine wet my face. "Look at me, please."
I asked, and he squeezed me tighter, until he finally looked at me, his eyes swollen and sad, reflecting the sadness of my own. Looking at him like this, I wondered, would we ever be happy?
"I'll make up for all of this, all this pain I put you through," he said, stroking a lock of my hair behind my ear, his eyes analyzing every detail of my face, as if it were the last time he would look at me. "I promise, I'll never hurt you, but please, don't get rid of the bond." His voice was the saddest I had ever heard, and his eyes were pleading as he looked at me.
Tears ran from our eyes. He was as broken as I was, maybe even more so. My heart was about to win over this decision, but I had to be strong, I couldn't get hurt again. I held his face in my hands, wiping away his tears, his eyes staring at me with an almost oppressive intensity.
"It will be like a buffer. It won't destroy the bond completely, you don't have to cry. You'll finally be able to love whoever you want, Az," I said, trying to smile, and he kept crying. One of his hands went up to hold my hand that was on his cheek.
"Please, Sn, don't do this. Silence me as is normally done. I promise not to bother you, but please, don't do this," his beg, unfortunately, hit my heart. My tears continued to flow. "Yell at me, fight with me, hit me if you need to, but please, don't do this."
"I'm not going to fight with you, but I'm not going to accept it, not the way I am now. You hurt me for a year, not because you love Elain, but because I was by your side, Azriel, and you still hadn't realized that we were mates. You didn't notice me, and I was right there," I said, stepping out of his arms and his warmth. "I can't heal overnight. I need time, months, years, decades, I don't know how long, I don't know if I'll ever give you a chance."
"It doesn't matter," he said, holding his hands out to my face, only for me to take a step back. The pain flickered in his eyes but quickly disappeared. "I'll wait for as long as it takes. I'll wait for you. I'm going to try to win you over. I'm going to do better than before, I promise."
His eyes shone with something unknown, and my tears had already stopped. I ran my fingers through my hair and looked into his eyes. What a persistent man, by the Cauldron.
"Feel free to do that, but I don't promise that anything will ever happen between us," I said, and even so, his eyes didn't stop shining, as if just the possibility of being able to stay in my life would be enough.
"I don't care if I have to spend my whole life trying to erase the pain I put you through, Yn" he said and smiled, a toothy smile that used to be directed only at Elain, it made me dizzy. "You worth every second."
I gave a dry chuckle and straightened up. He straightened up too and smiled, offering me the way to go ahead, and I nodded, thanking him. It would be a long road, but I think I could heal one day. Even if it wasn't with him, I think one day I would be able to find the love I deserved.
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It had been a year since the conversation in the garden, and I had made progress in healing, in understanding my new fae life without war and conflicts in the middle of it. Each day hurt a little less, and each day I learned a little more. Elain came to me after a while, after Rhysand opened his big mouth to gossip with the whole family about what was happening.
"I'm so sorry, Yn, if I had known he was your mate, I would have never done that," she said, crying, and I nodded. I couldn't feel anything about her tears, but I knew she was being truthful. "The day we kissed, I had this vision, something comfortable and domestic, but deep down I knew it wouldn't be with him. I knew in that moment there was no use chasing someone who wasn't mine. I'm sorry for the pain I caused you."
"It's okay, Elain," I said, hugging her. After all, she was still my older sister. "I'm happy you're choosing to give Lucien a chance after everything, and I'm sorry too for frying your plants," I paused, "again."
She laughed, and then it was as if nothing had happened between us, because forgiving Elain was just that easy, and for her, apologizing and moving on was much easier than for any of us, because that's just how she is, a good person.
Our sisterhood progressed relatively well after that day. But the constant shadow hanging over me never went away. Azriel had spent several days just existing near me, as if the bond might go silent at any moment, as if he feared I would go back on my decision and end that invisible thread that united us. Although I avoided talking to him at all costs, I found great companionship in his shadows, which were always nearby, even though I hated it at first.
MEMORY ON
I walked into the kitchen, thinking about what flavor of cookie to make. Chocolate and caramel seemed divine, but something with blueberries made my mouth water with craving. I started taking the ingredients out and placing them on the marble counter to start preparing everything, but as soon as I mixed the eggs and sugar, a mass of darkness slid in through the kitchen floor, entangling itself around my feet and climbing up my body. The touch of the shadows was cold, but not unpleasant. I frowned, looking at them.
"Where is your master?" I asked as if they would answer me, and they writhed around my arms, whispering too softly for me to hear anything. "Go back to him, this is misbehaving."
They spun around me and continued to play with my hair, running over my cheek and my arms, their touches were like little touches sliding up and down my body, while I continued to mix the ingredients and make the cookies.
"Here we go, left arm for yes and right arm for no" I said while they tickled me lightly "Got it?" I asked and raised my arms, and they all quickly coiled around my left arm. Interesting... "Does Azriel know you're here? Did he send you?" They coiled around my right arm. Strange, he always knew where they went. "Are you lying to me?" Right arm again.
I continued with the questions, and soon they were walking around the kitchen with me as if they were a part of me too, which I supposed was what they thought, or feel? Had no idea how it works.
"Can you whisper for me too?" I asked, and they nodded. "How?"
I felt a brave shadow coil close to my ear and speak so softly that I almost didn't hear: "you just have to pay attention, master's mate." HOLY SHIT. I started to laugh, as I hadn't in a long time, and they spun around me, all of them now whispering together in my ear, as if they were a big family, like the Inner Circle on game night when Rhysand uses his powers to win and Cassian can't prove it.
"we love your laugh"
"you smell like vanilla and strawberries"
"Your hair is so soft"
"we wanted to come to you so badly" one said
"but he never let us, and he didn't even understand our fascination with you" another whispered. It was strange, but they had different inflections, as if each had its own consciousness beyond Azriel, yet still followed his commands.
I choked on their affirmations, smiling even wider, feeling that at least one part of Azriel had recognized me as a first choice, even if the master of the shadows himself didn't acknowledge me as his mate before. As soon as I took the first batch of cookies out of the oven, loud voices came through the front door.
"I'm serious, Cassian, they've never done this before," I heard Azriel's powerful voice say.
"Maybe they just went out for a walk," Cassian's booming voice spoke. "With a master like you, I'd run away at the first opportunity too." Rhys let out a scandalous laugh as he walked into the kitchen with the other two.
"I think I found them, Az," he said when he entered the kitchen, his violet eyes staring at me inquisitively, causing the other two males to come into the kitchen as well. Cassian laughed loudly when he looked at me, throwing his head back while holding his stomach, and Azriel seemed to freeze in place, all the color draining from his face.
"Shadows, can you hit Cassian for me?" I asked, and they ran off to hit the General while I smiled. "Now I know why you like them."
I said, shrugging at Azriel, who quickly regained control of the shadows and started apologizing, as if they had irreparably defiled my soul just by existing near me.
"I'm sorry, Y/N, it won't happen again, I was distracted, and they just disappeared, and I..." I interrupted his apologies.
"You don't need to apologize, they were just curious," I said, and his cheeks blushed beautifully as he quickly retreated from the kitchen, and Rhys and Cassian whispered to each other like little girls.
MEMORY OFF
It's impressive how much one can heal when you decide to embrace the pain. In the first months after our frustrating conversation, the pain was almost unbearable, but now that a year had passed, everything felt so light, as if focusing on myself and discovering who I was when I wasn't suffering for someone was exactly what I needed.
Everything in the cabin was always suffering, and as soon as I turned fae, everything got worse—all those emotions inside me, bubbling to the surface, wanting to come out and destroy the world—all of them now fully under control. Reflecting on myself, it was easy to understand why Azriel had chosen Elain, she might have been wanting to die, but she knew who she was, while I hadn't lived long enough to find out who I was.
As time went on, I tested everything I had always wanted to do: I painted with Feyre, I fought with Nesta, I ended up destroying some plants trying to garden with Elain, I made friends, and I snuck out to go to another Court for a party. It didn't go very well, as Mor and Azriel had to winnow me out after I accidentally started a fight, but at least I was winning, which wasn't the best argument I've ever used, considering I had to listen to a lecture from Rhysand about responsibility.
The worst part of this whole year of healing and self-discovery was that, even though I danced and kissed other guys, I could never bring myself to go to bed with any of them, as if it were a betrayal to Azriel. This irritated me deeply, but I learned to live with it, after one particularly bad situation where my skin started tingling with lightning and I unintentionally set fire to the mattress of a guy I had met at Rita's bar.
And to make matters even worse, Azriel, the idiotic bastard was the sweetest man I had ever known. If I sat at the table in the morning, a coffee and a plate full of my favorite foods would be placed in front of me by him. If I was sad, a bouquet of my favorite flowers, which only grew in the Day Court, would appear on my bed. I hadn't carried a single bag all year, as his shadows were always following me and magically making everything disappear, from night-time tea to new books full of annotations, he did it all.
And he didn't even expect anything in return. He just did it and gifted me things he knew I would like because he wanted me to know that he loved me, even if I ignored his kindness, he still continued to do it. The first few times it happened, I just pretended nothing had occurred—the first flower, the first late-night tea, with no words spoken between us—until the first book came.
I had arrived in my room, and there was this dirty romance novel, battered at the edges and full of annotations. At first, I thought it belonged to Nesta. I grabbed it impulsively and read it. Actually, the book was so good that I couldn't stop reading, I finished it in an absurdly short time.
That night, when everyone was around the dinner table, I held up the book to give to Nesta, but to my surprise, she just stared at me and said with her usual feline smile, that one that says I know something that you don't "It's not mine."
"What do you mean it's not yours? This was the dirtiest, most depraved thing I've ever read, sis. I can't believe anyone else here shares your taste in books besides me, and it's not mine, so it has to be yours," I said, raising my eyebrows at her. Everyone at the table was staring at the two of us.
"Actually, the book is mine," Azriel's husky voice spoke, and then chaos reigned, everyone talking at once as they tried to grab the book from my hands. Rhysand and Cassian were definitely making jokes, and Azriel's ears were red, actually, his whole face was flushed.
But I couldn't hear what they were saying, because my focus was entirely on the Shadowsinger, and his eyes were looking directly into mine, as if he could read my mind. I reinforced my mental shields just in case.
"Thank you, Azriel," I said, and everyone fell silent. "If you have any other recommendations, I would be delighted to read them." The smile the Shadowsinger gave me haunted my most depraved and delusional dreams for a week.
And now here I was, washing the plate from the cake I had eaten. Feyre said I did certain domestic tasks just so I wouldn't forget I was once human, instead of just using magic to do them. I couldn't help but agree.
"You've been washing that plate for five minutes now," Cassian's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Good morning to you too, General," I said, drying my hands on the napkin and turning to face him. "To what do I owe the honor of this intrusion at such an ungodly hour of the morning?"
"I came to see you," he said, smiling as he sat at the table, and I leaned back in the chair, staring at him. "Alright, I came to see if you're okay. Nesta said you've been distracted during the Valkyrie training."
"Thank you for the concern, but I'm fine, just... thinking."
"About Azriel?" he threw back, smiling, the bastard "You should give him a chance, poor male, he's following you around like an abandoned puppy."
"I don't know, I just... I don't think he really likes me," I said, sitting down across from Cassian, and he raised his eyebrows. "It's hard to explain, Cass, but he only started noticing me after he found out, and I don't want to be just the second choice. I liked him long before the day you guys rescued us from the ice. I think ever since I was human, I already liked him, even through all the fear I felt."
"I know he was an idiot, but if it helps," he said, holding my hand over the table, "Azriel always, I mean always watched you. You just never noticed, and neither did he, but it was obvious to everyone. That's why it was a shock when he started trying something with Elain."
I let out an awkward little laugh and stood up, hearing the others arrive, the noises getting louder.
"Just give yourself a chance, Y/N," Cassian said. "Allow yourself to be loved, and if he hurts you again, I'll kill him myself." His smile lessened, but not the light in his eyes.
"I'll think about it," I said just as Rhys and the others burst through the door with a bang, arguing like children.
I got up from the table and went to the living room while everyone else sat down at the table for breakfast, which I had already eaten, waiting to leave for Velaris and meet Sebastian, one of the friends I had made at the coffee shop, the poor guy whose bed I had set on fire. At least a beautiful friendship was born from that horrible incident.
"Hi," Azriel's voice reached my ears as I grabbed my jacket. "Are you alright?"
His spy senses noticed that I was tense and upset by the conversation with Cassian, because the puzzle of whether or not to give the Shadowsinger a chance was still a question mark for me. Could I overcome that whole situation?
"Yes, I'm fine," I lied, looking at him as he slowly studied me. "Thanks for asking," I said, stepping outside the house, wandering the streets. Azriel wasn't following me, but I could feel that some of his shadows were nearby—they always were.
I arrived at the coffee shop where we had agreed to meet and sat in my usual spot, near the window, waiting for Sebastian.
"Y/N, my dear," Sebastian's soft voice pulled me out of my daydreams. He was soon in front of me, with a cup of tea and a familiar book. "You're late."
"You're immortal, time means nothing to you," I said, and he smiled, handing me the book.
"Only because I like you," he said and winked at me. "The book you asked your sister for—it took a while, but it finally arrived."
"Thanks, Bash, and how are you and Marco?" I asked about his newly found mate, and he smiled dreamily.
"We're great, I never imagined I'd find someone like him, who understands every part of me," he said and held my hand over the table. "And you, my little flower, how is that heart of yours?"
Sebastian knew vaguely about the situation I had gotten myself into, but he never mentioned anything directly. He just asked indirectly if I was okay with everything. But he always gave me the best advice.
"It's okay, I'm still in the same dilemma," I said, and he nodded. "I don't know what to do, Sebastian. Every time I look at him, my heart hurts wanting to get close. I wish I never had to deal with this," I said, and he squeezed my hand.
"Darling, from personal experience, think about what your life would be like if you accepted the bond. Reflect on that, and if it's better than this resident sadness I see in your eyes, I think it's worth giving a chance. You don't have to jump straight to the full relationship, but allow him to be your friend first."
"Thank you," I said, truly appreciating his advice.
After some more conversation about his sister, who had gotten herself into big trouble when she accidentally caught a cold and every time she sneezed a piece of furniture in the house froze completely—Winter Court fae, always charming—I decided to leave the shop and walk to Feyre's house, which was where I was staying during the week while my new apartment underwent some renovations.
Thoughts spun through my mind as I could practically visualize a life alongside Azriel. His scent and his warmth infiltrated so quickly that I barely noticed he was by my side, just walking in silence. Every time I went out and stayed until dark, he did this, and when he was on a mission, one of his shadows would creep up my arms, making his presence known.
"Azriel," I said softly. For a moment, I thought he hadn't even heard, but his steps stopped, and he turned to me. "I think I'm ready to take the next step. I think I can be your friend, if you still want to." I said, unable to look into his eyes.
"There's nothing I want more than that," he whispered, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. The gesture brought my eyes directly to his. The intensity of his gaze was overwhelming. "Thank you for giving me this chance, Y/N."
I smiled at him and took his hand in mine, starting to walk again. He was so silent beside me, it seemed like he was even holding his breath, but it was as if a piece of my heart was mended again. As I walked with my hand intertwined in his, I felt his pure shock and love leaking through the bond that he normally kept so discreet.
We arrived at Feyre's house, and everyone was there, still fighting over some silliness that Cassian and Rhys had said. Their eyes widened comically at my hand holding Azriel's. Their smiles were so big they could tear their faces, until the moment was broken by Nyx, who stumbled at my feet, making me let go of the Shadowsinger's hand to catch him.
"Aunt Y/N," he said, holding my cheeks and smiling. I smiled back and poked his belly, drawing small giggles from him. I turned to Azriel and saw him smiling at me.
The rest of the night passed like this: Azriel watching me as I played with Nyx, occasionally interrupting the playing with the kid to argue with the others, and Rhysand and Cassian letting out distinctly unmanly laughs while talking in each other's heads—pathetic.
It had been a few days since I had decided to be Azriel's friend. Giving him this chance was fundamental for me to overcome my previous anger. During our first week as friends, he asked me so many questions about myself, what I liked and what I didn't like. He took his time to actively get to know me, and not just pretend he was there.
During the months I had avoided him, he merely existed near me, always hovering, afraid that I would disappear, or whatever was going on in his head, but always respecting my boundaries. But now that I had verbalized that I wanted to be his friend, to get to know him, he was on a new level of commitment.
Every time I mentioned a book or a bakery, he offered to go with me, or read with me, always wanting to know more about me, like the time we spent the whole night discussing Sellyn Drake's latest release.
MEMORY ON
"I can't believe it is him, Azriel," I said, exasperated, unable to believe this fundamental new piece of information I had just received.
"Just don't tell Nesta I told you this," he said, smiling from the other side of the sofa. His beautiful wings were relaxed behind his back, and he was smiling at me, that smile that brought joy to his eyes.
"Of course, I won't tell her, it's dangerous—she might kidnap Helion and make him give away all the spoilers for the next books if she knows," I said, still shocked, and he chuckled, his shoulders shaking with laughter, and I couldn't help myself, laughing along with him.
"If you knew how I found this out..." he said, smiling as he ran his hands over his face, his expression softening.
"By the Mother, now I have to know," I said, leaning closer to him to hear the story.
MEMORY OFF
After the most restful night's sleep I'd had in years, full of dreams where I was surrounded by the Spymaster, I went downstairs for coffee and found Azriel there, smiling so softly that my heart skipped a beat. I had to remind myself that we were friends now, I could handle this without spontaneously combusting.
"Good morning," I said, stopping in front of him at the foot of the stairs.
"Good morning," he said, looking at me gently. "Would you like to go for coffee with me? As friends, of course."
My cheeks flushed as he stood there, waiting for an answer. A small smile appeared on my face.
"Sure, as friends," I said, heading towards the door, and he held my wrist. "What?"
"It's kind of... Well... We need to fly, or winnow, if you prefer," he said, running his hand through his dark hair, as if he is embarrassed of point it out.
"Fly?" I asked, staring intently at his wings. I'll have to accept. I hadn't flown for a long time now, and I didn't even get to enjoy the feeling back then because Cassian is a bitch. It would be nice to fly again. "Let's fly then, it will be an interesting experience, Shadowsinger."
His shoulders relaxed, and he led me out of the house, his hand on my back, guiding me to the balcony. As soon as we stepped outside, he turned to me, briefly crouching down and picking me up in a bridal style. Thank goodness I wasn't wearing a dress.
"Hold tight, and if you feel like it's too much, just tell me, and I'll stop," he said, his face so close to mine that our eyes were level. I sighed and nodded, a little nervous about the proximity.
Azriel launched us into the sky with a powerful beat of his wings, and soon my initial fear passed, causing me to loosen my grip around his neck a bit and open my eyes. The view was the most marvelous I had ever seen. Velaris was hundreds of feet below us, and yet it was beautiful. I looked at Azriel's face and let out what sounded like a gasp.
"The view is breathtaking," I smiled, turning my eyes back to the city. "I can't believe this is how you always see the city, it's beautiful."
"Not more than you," his whisper sounded like a shout in my ears, making me blush to the tips of my ears.
My body stiffened slightly, and he certainly noticed, as a thread of sadness briefly passed through his eyes, but was quickly gone as he arrived at what looked like a clearing. Velaris wasn't in winter, so small flowers were growing all around.
"We're here," he said, setting me down and guiding me to the beautiful picnic that was waiting for us there. Apparently, he had planned all of this in advance. "I didn't know what you'd like to eat today, so I brought a little bit of everything you like," he said, looking at me.
"Thank you, Azriel, that explains why there is so much food," I said, laughing, and he blushed. Cute.
As soon as we sat down and arranged things, we started eating. He had remembered the tart I had mentioned the other day, with chocolate and hazelnuts. The conversation flowed normally, with occasional awkward silences, but nothing truly strange. Overall, it was very nice. There wasn't the crowd of people that usually surrounded us when we went to the coffee shop, so there was this thick layer of intimacy that we weren't used to, but it enveloped us in warmth and affection.
"Thank you for the picnic, Az. It's been a long time since I enjoyed a day as beautiful as this outdoors," I said, lying on the blanket and looking up at the sky. Some trees around us darkened the sun's rays and kept my eyes from burning.
"I should be thanking you, for accepting this date," he said softly, when suddenly his eyes widened. "I mean, this outing between friends, because that's what we are... I'm sorry." I breathed in the fresh breeze and I hold one of his hands between mine. His body trembled slightly, and I smile.
"I wouldn't mind if it is a date," I said softly, squeezing his hands while looking into his eyes.
"Then I guess I can't disappoint you, right?" he said, smiling, his shadows rising up my arms to kiss my cheeks like his soft caresses. "It is a date, then, Y/N."
His shadows played with my hair while I laughed and lay down on the blanket again. Azriel lay down beside me, looking at the sky with me.
"I think they like me," I said, raising my arm while some shadows coiled around them. "I like them." The affirmation seemed to make them even more frantic, their whispers incomprehensible to me this time.
"I don't know what's gotten into them today, they don't seem to obey me," he said, and they soon returned to him. "I'm sorry, they're usually not so... mischievous."
"You don't need to apologize," I said, holding his hand in mine as I stared at the clear spring sky. His hand was so big compared to mine, and his shadows soon returned to my hands, but didn't climb up my arms. "I like this, I like you."
The affirmation came out before I could stop it, but I soon realized I didn't regret it. Azriel's eyes were wide, and I had never seen so much sadness in a look before. I peeked through the bond and felt an immense anguish.
"I like you too, very much," he said, looking at our hands joined. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he said, and I understood what he meant. All the previous "I'm sorry's" from him made much more sense.
"It's okay, Az," I said, sitting up and placing a hand on his shoulder as he sat up too. "It doesn't hurt anymore, at least not as much as it used to." I said, trying to smile, and he seemed to relax. "You couldn't have known." That sentence seemed to bring all the sadness back to his face.
"I should have," he said, staring at me deeply. "Damn it, by the Mother, Y/N, I'm the best spy in Prythian and I couldn't realize you were my mate. You accepted this date, you agreed to be my friend, but all I can think about is how much I've already failed with you and how much I've already made you suffer. I'm sorry, Y/N, I feel this pain through the bond and I can't forgive myself for putting you through this. I can only think that Cassian should have beaten me even more for what I did to you, because you are light, and I don't deserve you. I can't forgive myself for what I did to you. I was so ashamed of myself because of all the emotions you were feeling, and all that pain, that I just disappeared that night. I reflected a lot on why I did that. I went to the healing centers for the mind, and I finally faced the truth, it was easier to pretend feelings for Elain, who could never be mine, than to face real feelings for you that could consume me."
"It's a shame you haven't forgiven yourself, because I forgive you," I said, sitting on my knees and holding his face between my hands. "I forgive you, Azriel, not because you are my mate, but because you earned that forgiveness. Over all these months, I saw in your eyes how much it hurt you when I rejected you or rejected the bond, but I needed to heal first, and you never forced me into anything, you just remained, constant, even while I hurt you with my silence. I saw more in your eyes than any words could express. That's why I accepted and wanted to be your friend. I would like to give us a chance."
His arms wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me into his lap, placing his face on my neck, breathing deeply. His arms tightened around my waist.
"I love you," he whispered, finally pulling his head back to look at me. "I love you. I thought I knew what love was, but I didn't, not until I met you. I know your heart is healing and that it's not an easy path, but I want you to know that every piece of my heart belongs to you, every beat, not just in this world, but in the next too. I will always be yours."
I was already crying as I held onto his shoulders, his eyes wet with unshed tears. I moved my hands up to his neck and leaned closer, my breath a gasp away from his lips. I looked into his eyes, and that was all I needed to close the distance between us.
His lips were soft, softer than any dream I had ever had. His hands squeezed my waist, climbing up my torso to hold the back of my neck, kissing me even more passionately, his tongue asking passage between my lips, and I immediately granted it, moving my hands over his shoulders, until I held his soft hair, groaning at the first touch of his tongue on mine, but he soon pulled away, giving me brief little kisses on my lips.
"By the Cauldron, why did we take so long?" I said, smiling, and his eyes shone. It was as if a part of his sadness had mysteriously disappeared.
"I love you," he said, giving me another little kiss. "You are perfect," another kiss, "and I am the happiest and luckiest male in the entire Phythian."
I smiled against his lips and briefly pulled back, rubbing my nose against his, my hands running through his hair, pulling his strands so his face briefly moved away from mine, looking into his hazel eyes. My emotions were so close to the surface that it started raining on us, small lightning bolts forming above our heads.
"My magic girl," he said, hugging me as the rain fell on us. "My mate." His smile was so bright that I could envision our future together. Finally, my heart was whole again.
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Hi Guys, I'm so excited that u guys liked the Azriel oneshot, I'm already working in the part two, and I can't' wait to share with u soon, trying my best to translate everything right.
I was thinking about some Rhysand angst (with happy ending) after, or maybe something about Bucky Barnes (angst too), beacuse I'm obsessed with the super soldier after thunderbolts. Let me know what you'd like to read after, I got a full list of oneshots in my native language that I just have to translate and post.
BLIND FOR HER (1/2)
pairing: Azriel x Archeron/reader
summary: Reader know Azriel is her mate but hide from him because he's in love with Elain
Notes: Hi Guys, this is my first one shot in english, and english is not my first language, so be nice, and if have some mistakes, let me know. I usually don't write angst, so this is going to have a happy ending, eventually, after he suffer a lot, because I like to make man suffer a little. Hope u enjoy it!
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"And then she just walked away?" I ask the shadowsinger when the sparring lesson finished "Are you sure?"
He was standing by my side, cleaning the weapons we used, his shoulders was down, like he was carrying the weight of the world, but even like that he was still the most handsome man I ever seen, like a sad fallen angel.
"Of course I'm sure" he said passing his marked hands through his face, exhaling a deep breath while look at me " I told her I wanted to be more than just a friend, and then she kissed me, but suddenly she just push me away and ran out, like I was a plague and she needded to avoid touching me"
His face reflected his broken heart, but I was good to hide mine, so he never see through my eyes that every time he talk about her a little piece of me was being tearing apart.
I softened my expression to something less sad, as I thought about what I would say to him, but I wanted to scream, scream loud enough for everyone to hear and know that he was my mate, the one who was predestined for me but who would never be mine. But I couldn't scream, because he was already in love with my sister. And that pain was worse than all the torture I had endured in all these years as a fae.
'You know what, I don't think all this chasing makes sense anymore,' he said, sighing and sitting down beside me, as he ran his calloused fingers through his onyx hair. 'Rhysand doesn't approve it, and he's already told me to stay away from Elain. I don't think it's worth continuing, even if it's what I want,' he sighed in defeat, as if he had finally understood that he had lost this battle. 'I never understood why he's so against the idea of the two of us being together.'
I took a deep breath as I watch the smoke condense before my breath; it's starting to get cold, we'll probably have snow again in a few days.
'Maybe it's because he's already been through this with Feyre,' I said, looking at the wooden sword in my hands. 'She was in love with another male. He saw and felt what it's like to have a mate in love with someone else. Maybe he just identifies with Lucien on that point,' I said with a sigh, rolling my shoulders back, trying to dissipate the remaining tension of the sparring. 'All of this would be easier if Elain would just make a decision and reject the poor male.'
Azriel looked at me with that calculating expression, as if he were being presented with this perspective for the first time. Then he turned his eyes back to the sky and let out a sad laugh, the kind that doesn't reach his beautiful eyes.
'I think you might be right,' he said. 'I spent a year pursuing someone who already has a mate, and who will never be mine, no matter what I do,' he sighed.
And then my heart bled. It was as if he was thrusting the truth-teller into my lungs and all the air was being sucked out. I sighed to hold back the tears and looked up at the sky, hoping for some miracle, praying to the Mother just to shake some sense into this idiot and into the idiot Elain, for them to realize, to see that I was right there, suffering. But deep in my heart, I knew it wasn't their fault that they had those feelings. But I also knew it was time to end mine.
'There's someone out there made for you, Azriel,' I said, trying to sound encouraging. 'There's someone for all of us.'
'But what about you?' he said, and I felt his eyes trace my face as I just stared at the dark sky. 'You always sit there, or come to train and let me talk about Elain, and I don't think I've ever heard you talk about any male,' he finished, giving a strange smile that didn't light up his eyes as usual. 'Do you already have someone special? Someone you left in the Spring Court when you were there with Fay, perhaps? Or did you meet someone here in Velaris?'
'I've already met my mate,' I said, letting out a puff of air. I heard Azriel choke and cough beside me and let out a little laugh. 'But we wouldn't work out. He's in love with someone else, and I would never ruin that"
The sound of indignation he let out made a strained laugh escape me.
'How can he be so idiotic to be in love with someone else when he has you as a mate?' he said, trying to cheer me up, even without knowing he was the idiot in question. 'He must be blind. Does he know you're mates?'
'He's not blind, he's just in love with another, and that's fine. I lived my life without knowing there would be someone made for me, so it's not relevant to have someone now, anyway,' I said, trying to pretend everything was okay. 'And no, he doesn't know. I tried to talk to him as soon as I found out, but he already had his eye on someone else. But it's alright; it doesn't hurt anymore. I think that's what love is, after all, it's giving the person the chance to be happy, even if that happiness isn't with you.'
'That was very poetic of you. Have you been reading Nesta's books?' he said, clearing his throat while I put a lkttle smile in my face. 'But I think you should tell him. I think he has the right to know.'
'I think you're right,' I agreed, letting out a little laugh. He smiled. 'But I'm too like to Rhysand to be able to say anything. I don't want him to feel obligated to love me, I want someone who loves me for who I am, not because a greater force united us,' I said, laughing, and he laughed along, without imagining that he was the idiotic male in love with someone else.
I got up, going to put away the training sword, and he stayed there. I felt his eyes on me, like a soft caress, but I couldn't take that love he felt for her away from him. He would never love me for who I was, after a year hearing him talk about Elain, I get it that he just wanted a mate. And although there were four of us, he didn't even consider that I could be his mate. I couldn't let him know, because then he would question why he ended up with the ugly sister, when the beautiful Elain was right there, ready to be his.
As soon as I turned around to say goodbye, he was already standing, his onyx eyes wide like two saucers, unreadable but the most scared and shocked I had ever seen him. The bond that had previously swum between my hands and within my chest was now rushing with unrestrained emotions.
'Azriel…' I tried to say, when he vanished through his shadows. I had to admit, the Mother had a sense of humor, intertwining two cowards together. 'Goodnight, then,' I whispered into the void, feeling the tears stream down my face, and soon the whirlwind of emotions that had settled in my chest disappeared, giving way only to the usual sadness and emptiness that I welcomed as an old friend.
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The day had dawned more quickly than usual, considering I had spent the night crying. Knowing there would be a rejection was not worse than feeling the rejection, at the end was just the same amount of pain, but it had been a year since I felt the constant emptiness that was the bond. I was already used to it and I already knew what was going to happen, there was no competition between the ugly sister and the beautiful Elain. Even knowing this since childhood, the pain of knowing what would happen didn't lessen the pain of what did happen.
After a long shower to look presentable, I quickly changed and went out for breakfast. Only Rhysand and Nyx were visible at the table, which was good, because Feyre would surely read right through my face as she always did since we were kids.
'Good morning, most beautiful thing in the world,' I said, entering the kitchen.
'Good morning, Y/N,' Rhysand said, and I give him a weird look.
'I was talking to the baby,' I said, wrinkling my nose, and he laughed. 'But good morning to you too, you lazy bum.'
Nyx made those cute baby noises and reached his little hands out to me. At least one of us was excited today.
'He loves me, did you see?' I said, tickling his tummy as he smiled and twisted to get down to the floor—he was starting to crawl. 'Where is everyone?'
'Cassian and Nesta, you already know,' he said, sighing as if he couldn't take the two of them fucking like rabbits anymore. 'Feyre and Elain went to buy clothes in the city, something about a last-minute date,' he said, carefully analyzing my reaction, too attentive for someone who should not know anything— so he knew.
'That's good,' I said while serve myself a coffe and a toast, feeling a squeeze in my chest, but I needed to pretend, to pretend until the lie became real. 'So, Elain finally decided to give Lucien a chance?'
'I don't know for sure. Feyre tried to hide information, but I think it has something to do with Azriel,' he said, still staring deeply at me, searching for something in my eyes. I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction. 'Why?'
'Nothing, I'm just surprised,' I said, trying to sound indifferent. 'My sister is going on a date; I'm happy for her.'
'Holy Mother, Y/N,' Rhys said exasperatedly, putting Nyx down to crawl on the floor and staring at me with a serious face. 'We both know what's going on. Stop pretending.'
'Stop pretending about what?' I shrugged. 'There's nothing to stop pretending about.'
'I know Azriel is your mate,' he verbalized the situation. So Azriel couldn't stay and talk to me yesterday, but he had time to go gossip with Rhysand. 'I know you know too. When were you going to tell him?'
'That's not what you did with Feyre, is it?' I said, standing up and clenching my hands into fists, my power running through my veins, electricity sparking across my skin. 'Don't come talk to me about any bond, Rhys. I'm not going to force anything with someone who spent the whole year coveting my sister, and when I tried to tell him, he literally ignored me in favor of staring at Elain who was pining away like an idiot. Guess what? we all were, but I was his to care for, AND LOOK WHAT HE DID" I shouted the last part, rage overflowing through my pores.
'If you had told him as soon as he and Cassian rescued you and Feyre on the ice, he wouldn't have done any of this. He deserved...' Rhys said, running his hands through his hair, as if he were in a political impasse he couldn't solve. He couldn't finish the sentence, because I cut him off.
'I don't want someone to love me after discovering we were made for each other by idiotic mystical forces that I didn't even get a chance to comment on,' I said, pointing a finger at him. 'I may not have said anything, but don't come talk to me about deserving. Lucien also deserves to be rejected so he can move on, and I didn't see anyone forcing Elain to do that, so don't tell me he deserved to know.'
'But what if he could love you too? Would you just throw that away…' he tried to argue, before I exploded again, the cutting words coming out before I could stop them.
'No. I'm fed up, Rhys. I'm tired. He knew about the bond yesterday and disappeared, didn't say anything, and honestly,' I said, moving away from the table. 'It's better this way. I don't want this bond. I don't want this pain. I hate it. I wish I never had to feel this, this constant feeling of pain, of not being good enough. I don't want it. One day, I'll find someone who truly loves me, and it won't be him.'
'Don't say that,' Rhys said, running his hands through his hair in defeat. His expression was too hurt for someone who wasn't part of this bond. 'You two could talk and work things out. Come on, Y/N, you could give him a chance.'
'There's nothing to talk about. I've made my decision,' I said, looking firmly into his purple eyes. 'He's the best spy in all of Prythian. Did you ever wonder if he already knew about the bond and just chose to ignore it? Feyre find out by herself" I said as I turned to leave the kitchen. 'I don't want to talk about this anymore, and I hope he and Elain explode together in that ridiculous garden. I know you think everyone deserves the love you and my sister share, but it's not the same for everyone. I think it's time you understand that not everything is the way you'd like it to be.'
I left the Town house and went to Amren's apartment. I couldn't stand being there anymore. I would find a way to break the bond. I was made by the Cauldron itself; there had to be something I could do to alleviate the pain I was feeling, which now felt infinitely worse than when he didn't know about the bond, even if I had to fry the bond from the inside out.
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pairing: bucky barnes x reader summary: bucky’s still finding his footing in the new avengers—getting into a relationship is the last thing he has time for. it’s a good thing that you’re alright with a slow burn. tags: new avengers!reader, bucky yearns for you obvi, mutual pining, slow burn (as the title suggests), coworkers to lovers warning(s): gender neutral reader, brief mentions of reader not having family/community growing up, suggestive content (no smut just a lil spicy) word count: 9.6k note: partially inspired by my favourite kacey musgraves song!! i just feel like bucky is so slow burn coded, he would really need to ease into things after everything he’s been through. also i kind of struggled with this one so i hope it feels cohesive and not as jumbled as it was in my mind 😭
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The Quinjet still smelled like smoke, scorched metal, and something distinctly chemical, which was never a good sign after infiltrating an actual chemical plant. You wanted water, a shower, and maybe to never hear the word vat again.
“Just so we’re all clear,” John called from the pilot’s seat, his voice carrying over the steady drone of the engines, “none of this was my fault.”
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pairing: bucky barnes x telekinetic!f!reader
synopsis: After you confided in Bucky about your past, he began to ice you out - shooting you dirty looks instead of his usual smiles... especially when he sees you blushing for Steve.
warnings: 18+, angst, smut (fingering, oral - f receiving, masturbation, dirty talk, softdom!bucky, possessive sex, maybe slight size kink ish? but about bucky being big, blushing kink? is that a thing? if it is, bucky has it), references to past violence committed by bucky and accidental destruction / injury caused by reader, cursing, jealous!bucky, shy!reader, panic attacks, no use of y/n, eventual fluff, reader is down so bad for bucky
word count: 12.2k
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