What Do You Mean This Isn’t Canon

Bitches are able to read hardcore bdsm porn fanfiction with a straight face but start to grin and squeak like an idiot as soon there is the smallest fluff.

That’s me, I’m bitches.

Thanks for the tag @queentala

I'm not gonna tag anyone cause really I don't know anyone on this app, so feel free to do it if you want to

get in, losers; we're going to the wild wild fuckin' west

(yes i made two, i needed a femme version also)

ait, let's hit the hay @joelsversion @swiftispunk @tieronecrush @pedgeitopascal @softlyspector etc

I realized that basically for nearly the entire spam of Elain's life, Lucien was living in the spring court and now I can't stop thinking about the idea that the reason she feels such connection with gardening was because he subconsciously send her images of the spring court, especially the manor's garden, like Rhysand had done with Feyre and the nigh sky.

Good morning | Azriel x fem!reader

Summary: Azriel has come from a mission early in the morning and has fallen exhausted, when you wake in the morning you play with his hair.

Warnings: fluff af

Author's note: English is not my first language so I'm sorry for the possible mistakes

You have been awake since the sun reached your eyes, but you didn't move, not meanwhile you were eyeing your mate, that's was something that still make your heart beat fast enough for a whole trope to know you were nervous.

Loving Azriel was something you have to work out with since you knew him, and that was something that you love most than anything, that you both fall in love before knowing about the bond, and somehow that was special, in your heart it was, cause it meant that he could love you not because of some kind of obligation but because he really wanted to.

Your hand moves up with shyness, you're not so convince that is a good idea, but you wanted so much to touch his hair. It's something you have done before, while kissing, but not in any other situation, and you loved to play with the hair, yours or from some friend, was a way of distressing.

It's something that came to your mind that since you have said that you loved his hair a little more large he kept it at a different length than you knew it, longer but not enough to call it long, the perfect length for you.

You began to make circles with his hair while you watched him sleep, perhaps it made you look like a stalker, but you didn't care, the peace that seeing him sleep transmitted to you was not comparable to anything you had felt before, although perhaps it competed with autumn evenings in which you sat on top of him and just talked or drank hot chocolate.

He murmured something incomprehensible to you, but it seemed to be something good. He moved, making you freaking out and stop the care you were showing. At one point he brought you closer to him, while he covered you with his wings, as if protecting you, your hand was a few centimeters from his hair, waiting for him to finish moving and you could calm down enough not to feel your heart in your ears.

You wanted him to know you loved him, cause words weren't your best language, not like physical touch, even though at this moment he can't realize he was onto some care.

Discovering physical touch was your love language was easy, people you cared about were surprised when you hugh them from behind, or when you play with their hair or the lobe of their ear.

It was very frustrating to you, cause you never knew if something could bother him, if your touches were something he despise more than anything. You were aware of the story of the scars on his hands, you know how protective were Illyrian with their wings, that's something that have been take in account in your life for caution.

You didn't want him to get angry with you, even though you knew he wasn't gonna hurt you conflicts weren't things you wanted you experience again, that was something that make you really nervous.

In your house arguing was a normal thing, and meanwhile you do it for expressing your own ideas it didn't fit with you, you really hated it, so when something bothers you, you simply disappear til the waters came down.

Azriel have been aware of that, but you never talk about it with no one, not even your mate. You just lock the bond for him to do not know what we're your emotions.

Finally you touched his hair, starting to play with it. And it was so smooth you wanted to stay like this for so, so much longer. You were so concentrated on what you were doing that didn't even realize he woke up.

Azriel close his eyes again enjoying the cares. You pulled a bit, just to get rid of a knot in his hair. The thing was that you wanted just to play, without he knowing.

Your hands went a little bit down, to the part behind his ears. You freeze when he lets out a groan.

“Just keep it up, sweetheart.” You almost jumped out of bed, if it weren't for his hands on your hips and the wings behind your back. You were literally freaking out, thinking your heart will just get out of your chest. “Are you okay, honey?” His low voice just sended an electric current down your spine.

“Uhummm.”

No you were not, this motherfucker almost gave you a heart attack, but you weren't going to argue with it.

“Then keep going” almost like a demanding.

“Umm, not into it right now” you whispered, aware that he could listen it from far away.

“But, honeyyyy” he complained, he wanted caresses and cuddles. That feeling of being protected and loved by his mate, just by her.

“Not into it” you replied.

“So not into it, huh?”

Before you could even realize what he was doing you were under him, tickling you until you reconsidered his very kind offer. Your laughter was the most wonderful sound that had blessed her ears, yet even if you left tears fell from your cheeks.

“Please Az stop” you said finally “Az just stop if you want cuddles anytime soon!” You threatened, but that only made him smile.

“Now with threatens, that hurts my heart, sweetheart” even though you knew it wasn't true you panicked.

You didn't want to hurt him, and when he realizes that something is wrong he stops, eyeing you for some wound or something that could hurt you.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“Huh?” You asked, your mind weren't there, not anymore.

“I've just asked if you're okay.”

“Yeah. Fine.”

“Honey...” the warning in his voice did not go unnoticed.

“I'm fine, just... just go back to cuddles.” You were not really fine, and he knows it. But your face said just not today, not now.

“When you are ready” and you know he isn't talking about the cuddles.

You fell on the bed, him next to you. Your hand went back to his hair, playing with his, pulling a little and letting him enjoy.

“What have you done it lasted for so long?” You asked, just without wanting the silence between you.

“That bastard give me work till dawn,” you knew who that bastard was, Rhysand was the High Lord and the brother of your mate. You smiled “you look beautiful like this.”

“Giving you cuddles?” You asked, innocently.

“Smiling. Not that you could look awful, but this is something special.”

Your heart melted, you really love him.

“You are beautiful too, but when you are with your family it's even better” you said while your hand was in the back of his head.

“You are my family” he said, firmly.

That throws a question to your head.

“Would you like to grew up the family?” Your voice is low, shy.

He opens wide his eyes, smelling your scent.

“Are you...?” He didn't finish the question when you realize.

“Oh no! I'm not with a child, not that I'm aware of” you reply.

He nods, his eyes on yours.

“Yes, I want to grew up the family. Many kids around us,” he saids, watching you carefully while you still give him cuddles.

“How much kids are many?”

“Many” he replies.

“Ah, thanks for being so specific” you replied with sarcasm.

“How many do you want?” He asks back.

“I think two if the mother wants.”

“Two kids are very few kids” he replies, not accepting that.

“How many do you want, ten?” You asked mockingly.

“Could be.”

“No. I'm not having ten winged sons or daughters, I will go to another Court if you even think of that possibility” you refute.

“Six?” He asks mockingly.

“Still too many.”

“Not less than three.”

“Two, at least we are having triplets, which is almost impossible” you said, aware of the complications of fertility.

“Don't underestimate my power.”

“Yeah, sure. Shut up and read for now.”

“If you said so.”

He relaxes under your touch. You aren't tired if giving him cuddles, you instead loves it. For the next few hours you stay like this. He falls asleep at some point, but you do not stop.

Not till noon, when someone knocks the door. Your mate growls, and the people outside the door laughs.

You stand up, ignoring Azriel's complaints. Puting some of his wide shirts on top of you, covering your entire body up to mid-thigh. Azriel almost pulls you into bed when he sees you.

You get out of your bedroom to the front door, and when you open you see the two brothers of your mate.

“What the fuck do you want?” Azriel asks, standing behind of you, puting his hand around your waist.

“Did we interrupt some kind of sexual practice?” You blush.

You haven't have sex with him, he didn't wants till the mating ceremony, in two weeks. You were lovers for so long until the bond snapped, so then he wanted just to be special, no to be your first time as mates till then.

“No, they didn't, they arousal confirms it.”

Azriel growls. He was possessive, and didn't want to share your scent with no one.

“What the fuck you want?”

They smile.

“Today is nights game, if you have forgotten is in your house today.”

“You think? Today no one's gonna enter here” he doesn't want them there.

“Oh come on, Az, you two weren't having sex...” he didn't finishes his phrase when your mate slammed the doors in their faces, shutting them out.

“Where were we?”

“I was giving you cuddles, while you sleep.”

“Perfect, let's take it back.”

You rolled your eyes, but smile when he just picked you up and carried you in his arms, to the sofa where he lay on his back, with you on top of him.

His wings were well stablished, without getting hurt.

Instead of giving him cuddles in his hair you started drawing little things on your mates face with your fingers, interspersed with some sweet and short kisses all over his face.

“We have to stablish one day just for this.”

“I agree, one week you another me” you said with a smile.

“Or just you giving” he smiles while you hit him knowing you didn't hurt him.

“You little son of a bitch.”

He laughs, and you know you're home.

Ho ho ho hello! Secret Santa just checking in to make sure you received my last ask? I sent a couple questions on November 1st. If you did and are just taking your time answering that's totally fine, I just didn't want you to think I abandoned you if somehow tumblr ate the ask.

If you didn't receive it can you let me know and I'll resend?

Anyhow, hope you're having a lovely November so far! I'm actively working on your gift and want to make sure it's the best it can be for you, so I'll continue to have questions as we move along.

So sorry I didn't answer sooner, like, I didn't show the notification, but here I am, so sorry

damian: well I’m the blood son

tim: bruce chose us, you were thrust onto him by no choice

jason: to be fair he didn’t pick tim either

dick: he picked me under weird circumstances, I honestly think Jay is the only one he actually chose, like one of those strays at the shelter

jason: I’m going to fucking kick your ass

Bruce and Dick having an actual break down because Damian just told them then he has another brother.

Bruce: Is he still living with Thalia?

Damian: I think so, the last time i saw him he was in the league with me.

Dick: And how old is he?

Damian who just take in caunt the years Jason have since he came out of the pit.

Damian: like 3.

Tim: only shit. But wait his father is also Bruce?

Damian: Obviously.

Bruce all ready thinking of a thousand plans to get his new son out of the league of assassins.

Damian: I don't understand your confusion, he seemed to already know who all of you are and he doesn't have a single drop of affection for you. I would say he hates you all.

Bruce starting to get alarmed because how does his son who he doesn't even know already hate him?

In other part of the city an angry Jason is planning his revenge but suddenly a sneeze make him have chills

Jason: I feel like someone is talking about me and i don't like it.

NO ROLE MODELZ | Azriels x FEM!reader

Summary: Y/N is from the Court of Nightmares and the bond snapped for her and Azriel, but she doesn't want to leave.

Warning: Angst

There was only one thing you loved more than the stars, and that was your little sister, Asterin was five at that time, and you had grow her up, your parents never at home.

Your father, Alexei, was a Lord of the Court, so obviously you had been in the reunions the High Lord and Lady had offered all times, but you scaped at the moment you saw the opportunity.

And that was what you were gonna do the second you saw it, but while searching a way to scape you saw two beautiful hazel eyes that cached your attention. And it was at this moment that you knew something would change forever, something snapped.

The bond had snapped to both of you. A warm thread was in your chest, you could see it glow when you saw that eyes again, but you felt terrified when you realized what was about to happen.

Males in the Court of Nightmares where such dicks them all, all wanting the females to left their family to stay in their house and provide children to them, like if they were only good for that, and you hated it, cause you knew that the male would take you from your family and Asterin would be alone with your parents, the worst part was that she would have to be left with what your parents give her.

You have received hundreds of beatings from your father, most of them when your sister was born, like you had to take care of her at the exact moment she was born, and you did, but everything she did wrong was a strong beating to you later, and you had received all of them, not wanting your father to take retaliation on your little sister. She was only five for Cauldrons sake!

But when the male was Infront of you it was even worse than you thought. It wasn't just a fucking male, it was the fucking spymaster of the Night Court, the fucking shadowsinger, the damn Azriel.

Your father had hated him even more that the High Lord, he was the reason his mate was gone, in his eyes was like that, the reality was that she had tried to murder the High Lord and his cousin, Morrigan, and almost got the job done, but it didn't count to Alexeis eyes.

If he discovered it you would be in such a problem, you started hating this even more. You had wished for a mate before Asterins birth, but know you couldn't let her alone at her fortune.

"Don't, please don't, I can't do this" you plead, almost like a whisper.

SANTA TELL ME [pt. 1]

@ofduskanddreams I was so excited when I knew that I was gonna write for you, like really excited. I'm sorry I got a bit late but I hope you really, really like it.

This is the first part of a multi chapter fanfic and I hope that you really enjoyed it.

Warnings: English is not my native language so I'm sorry for any possible spelling mistakes.

Azriel didn't expected his life to be like this when he was a child.

Well, maybe it did, but definitely did not expect to be a courtier in his work just to make alliances. He, as a matter of fact, was a better courtier than his brother was, he loved Cassian, but he was an asshole and sucked in all the aspects of the work it has to be done.

He was okay with being a spy, with interrogating and murdering people, well, not okay with it, but he learned that it was for the better for the Court and did know his job was relevant and it had to be done. Sometimes he thinks of it and doesn't know what to do with his life if it wasn't for the job he has been doing for the past five hundred years.

But having to work even in the holidays. He was maybe not a big fan of the rumbling and the stupidity of all the things he had to endure during solstice, but was one of the only holidays he had, and maybe was a little angry with Rhys for accepting in his name to go a week into the Winter Court to see the holidays there and make a treaty between the Winter and Night Court, but it did pissed him off.

He was expected to accept it since Mor was back from the fucking Continent and Amren wouldn't go, and his brothers and his mates were obviously out of question being the first solstice as a pair for Cassian and Nesta and being the first solstice of Nyx, so he was the better option. Well, the only option available, cause Elain was out of question again.

Between the three of the brothers he was the most patient one, since his life consisted in waiting and waiting for his job to be done, but he was done waiting and wanted to scream to Rhys for the fuck he happened to be the solstice.

That he could join them for the night after solstice for the annual snowball fight, and definitely he would make them pay for this, cause Cassian agreed it was a good idea to make it happen.

But tonight he did not have any patient, so when he throws the glass he has on his hand to the wall it shatters in many pieces, oh how he wanted it to be one of his brothers, he was fuming.

And nobody could do anything about it, not now that the answer had been sent to the Winter Court.

He needed something to calm down, or it will be a very long week. Seven days, he had to survive in the Winter Court for seven days before he could wipe that attitude off Rhys's and Cassian's face with the floor.

Oh how he hated them in this fucking moment.

He hated not being in control, he was a fucking control freak, how could he not when all his choices where out of his hands for all his childhood and early adulthood, even now he hand not all the control in his fucking life. He adored his family, he really did, but not now, not when they make decisions for him without even noticing until the night before he had to go.

Oh he would not go unnoticed. He had a clear idea of what to do hen he arrived, but definitely he would destroy Cassian and Rhys in the annual snowball fight, he had won many before and would won many after this one. He outnumbered the other two of them, not even adding up his victories did they compare to Azriel's.

He didn't tried to sleep, it was useless, he knew he couldn't sleep in this fucking situation. So he started thinking of anything he could've forgotten, even though he knew he hadn't forgot anything.

When he had calmed down he picked a book of the library he had in his plain room, he had read it at least a dozen times, but he hadn't get any knew book that caught up his attention a simple bare minimum, so he kept re-reading the books he already read.

He spent all the night reading till the sun was up, then he had put down the book and took his bag full of clothes, plans, and information he had not memorised. If he was being honest, he remembered quiet well, but being an asshole knowing almost everything normally made people feel uncomfortable, so he pretended most of the times he didn't knew, other times he was extremely cocky about it, reaching the top level of being an asshole.

Cassian was already up when he came out of his room, but choose to ignore him, he really did not wanted to talk to someone so early, he would shout at him if pushed far enough, and he would push, even though he knew it was not good for any of them.

He was gonna go out for several days and eve though it was all bullshit it was better than having to see all happiness around him revolve while he was unsure about everything.

The bag on his shoulder didn't felt like any weigh was there. A remember of all the little things he needed to be set up in another place. A feeling of discomfort waved from his chest. His life was a scattering mess again and again and again, and he couldn't pull from the waves that were pushing and pushing him far below from the surface.

He loved Nesta and Feyre like her sisters, he really did, but before them he was taken care by Rhysand and Cassian even though he did in fact not tell anyone he was hurting, and here they were, far apart from each other, maybe it was unintentional but he did not wanted to go to the Winter Court. It was freezing there, and when it was really winter in all the other courts it was almost unspeakable how his hands really hurt with all the extra freezing.

Not any gloves could fix that shit.

So he started flying, snowflakes in Velaris were merely starting to fall, and when he was out of reach of the city he had called home for centuries now, he winnowed far away. Just when he reached the border of Nearon, the capital of the Winter Court, he started to feel his hands begin to frozen up.

How he hated winter and how he loved it at the same time.

He hated how it make him shiver every time he saw something like a cave or a hole on the ground full of snow, he remembered very well how it was back in his fathers house, the cell full of worms and snow in winter. He hated how his hands ache all this time after the incident with his step brothers, he hated the memories of all of that. He mostly hated winter.

But he loved it when it was not freezing but chill outside, late winter reaching spring, with the chill and the sun bathing all his body without being feeling hot. The snowball fight was the only time he loved snow.

He looked his surroundings, while his shadows explored all the zone. In less than ten seconds there were two white heads that caught his attention. Kallias and Viviane, High Lord and the Lady of the Winter Court.

"Shadowsinger, a pleasure to see you" said Viviane with a wide smile.

"Pleasure is mine" he said with a nod.

It didn't take him long to have it his own way while both of them started speaking of something about the holidays. Azriel was unsure why but his shadows were starting to wander far, far away from him.

"This week we wanted that our visitors meet our traditions so that they could maybe catch some for their Courts, and maybe start a new trade way." Kallias didn't say anything else.

He didn't comment, but was in fact curious of who else would be visiting in this holiday another Court for work and allies purposes.

It wasn't till he saw the palace from far far away that he smelled a smoky scent. Burnt wood, cinnamon and leather, that what it smelled like, and he knew quite well who that scent belonged to. If the holidays weren't terrible enough they might just get worse.

Eris Vanserra was grinning in their direction. Azriel couldn't be more pissed of.