MAKING EXCEPTIONS| D.H.

Quite a caring bunch of boys

Request: Could I request poly marauders helping reader through a fainting episode? I have a fainting condition so my boyfriend has to help me with it at least 3 times a week 😕 just like the boys reassuring her and keeping others away because this is normal for them?

Word count: 977

Warnings/Content: fainting, dizziness, drinking (non-alcoholic), fluff, poly!marauders, gender-neutral reader (I think, let me know if there are any slip-ups), let me know if there are any more warnings I need to add.

Pairing: James potter x reader, Remus Lupin x reader, sirius black x reader, wolfstar

A/N: I want to thank the anon that requested this so much for being willing to give me more information so I could write this accurately. <333

You had just left Transfiguration and were now dawdling on your way to charms with your three rowdy boyfriends. The Transfiguration lesson had been hands-on and quite exciting. You’d been transfiguring rabbits into poufs and Sirius, James, and Remus, all highly gifted in transfiguration, were arguing lightly over whose pouf had been the best. It was quite obviously Sirius’s as he had made his elaborately colored and embroidered. James hadn’t been trying his hardest so his pouf still had fur when he was done, which he claimed was intentional.

Walking quickly became harder and forced you to put in twice the effort as your head began to swim. Your breathing became slow and your feet began to drag on the flagstones. You knew the signs and stopped to lean against the stone wall of the hall, praying one of the three boys had noticed your absence. As you opened your eyes You saw them still conversing and laughing loudly.

“Re-Remus,” you said with as much force as you could, knowing he had the best hearing out of the three and would hear you over the commotion. Remus’s head snapped around and found you immediately. He rushed over to you, quickly pressing two callused fingers to the pulse point under your jaw.

“Can I help you lay down, love?” Sirius murmured in a soft voice that was in stark contrast to his booming laughter just a moment ago. He knew how uncomfortable it made you when people would watch and comment while you were in such a vulnerable state. You nodded as best you could at his question.

Sirius’s strong arms wrapped around your waist and shoulder, his hand cupping the back of your neck. He slowly lowered you to the ground just as your knees gave out. As your vision faded to black the last thing you heard was James shouting at onlooking students to get to class or he’d give them detention for a month.

***

Your eyelids fluttered as you regained consciousness. You kept them shut for a bit as you adjusted to your surroundings. Your head was in someones lap and a hand was softly stroking your forehead and cheek. You opened your eyes to find Sirius gazing at you from where he sat next to you. You looked up and saw that you were layed in Remus’s lap.

“Gave us quite a scare, darling,” Sirius said with a kind smile. The halls had cleared except for the three of you which brought on confusion.

“Where,” you cleared your throat to speak a bit clearer, “Where’s James?”

“Ran to get apple juice from the kitchen,” Sirius supplied.

“Should be back soon with those long legs of his,” Remus added.

“You’re one to talk, Moony,” Sirius quipped causing you to chuckle and cough a bit because of the weird angle. Remus helped you sit up and maneuvered himself so you could sit in between his legs and against his chest. Remus rubbed your arms up and down soothingly while you watched Sirius flip his wand around in his elegant hands.

Soon loud and fast footsteps echoed through the hall alerting the three of you to James’s return. He was running with the goblet of juice outstretched in front of him as he tried not to spill it. He slowed down as he got closer to you and squatted down in front of you, placing the goblet in your hands. He panted a bit as he regained a handle on his breathing.

You sipped the sugary juice slowly as the three boys conversed and joked, doing wonderfully to fulfill your request that they make you feel normal and don’t make you feel invalid after a fainting spell. You finished the large goblet and were beginning to feel your strength return.

“I’m ready to go,” you stated at a lull in the conversation. They all murmured in agreement and James helped you up from the floor as Sirius did the same for Remus. Remus’s trick hip always made it a bit hard for him to get up from sitting on the floor, the reminder of this fact caused you to cringe in guilt that you’d made him do something that made him hurt.

“Hey,” Remus said firmly when he noticed your face, “don’t give me that face, poppet, It only hurts a bit, and I am happy to help my wonderful lover any time, Okay?” Your face contorted into a pout, yet you nodded in agreement to his statement. Remus places a soft kiss on your forehead and whispered a soft “I love you” against your skin.

To which you responded, “I love you too Remus, and thank you, all of you.”

Sirius smiled at this and grabbed both his and your school bags and slung them over his shoulder. James slipped his arm around your waist causing you to have to let him bear the majority of your weight.

“Y’know I can walk myself right?” You joked as you leaned against James’s side even more.

“I know, doll, but the color hasn’t fully returned to your face and I just want to make sure you’re okay and--”

“I’m only joking, James,” you say as you look up at his worry etched face. The worry melts away as he snorts at your antics and continues walking to charms with his arm around you. “Thank you though, for worrying,” you say seriously.

“It’s what I do best my love,” James says sternly, causing the four of you to all fall into fits of laughter. Though the fainting spells worried them, having a routine to deal with them helped both them and you embrace it as part of you, and it never took too long to get back to your joking and adventurous normal.

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Sweet As Sugar

summary \ reader gets stood up for dinner by her father and dadsbestfriend!bucky is there to make sure she’s okay

word count \ 2.2k

warnings \ 18+ minors do not interact, smut, fingering, praise kink, age gap relationship (undefined, approx 20 year age gap), unhealthy father-daughter relationship (could be seen as toxic)

disclaimer \ this whole fic is based on a bad relationship between a father and daughter (reader)

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Don’t Be Shy (Felix x Reader) || Part 1

Request: Could write something involving Felix x reader? Like they start out normally as friends, afterwards they kinda fall for each other (but both are kinda scared of such emotions so they grow apart for a while) and in the end, it ends up being all good and fine with some fluff.

Warnings: none 

Word count: 1865

(I am SO sorry this took so long! Hopefully, I’ll get the next part done quicker.)

Also posted on my A03: 

Felix made archery look easy. 

You watched as he pulled an arrow from his quiver, nocked it, drew, then released. The whole process took him three seconds at the most and his arrow only missed the centre of the target by no more than half an inch. 

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Imagine: Being in a Poly Relationship with Harley and Joker:

Ohh the way I cackled at the latest Stucky x reader fic. If you don't mind could you do something with them reacting to side to side and anaconda 🤣🤣

Like they think it's a gym thing but then they pay attention to the lyrics and then reader breaks it down for them

Thank you ❤️❤️

pairing: stucky x reader

rating/warnings: fluff, confused!stucky, mentions of sex

It was a normal day in the Avengers gym. Everyone was working out, having a great time, and today, today was your day to choose the music. So naturally, 1D, 5SOS, Ariana Grande, Nicki Minaj, etc etc played.

Suddenly 'Side to Side' by Ariana and Nicki started to play. You, Wanda, Nat, and Thor (I know weird right) looked at each other and started to belt the lyrics.

"Seeing you standing over there with your body" You sang

"Feeling like I want to rock with your body."

"And we don't got to think about nothing"

Steve and Bucky looked lost as always. "Been trying to hide it" Thor belted.

"Thor you too?!?!?" Bucky asked. "Yes I find this music, uplifting."

The song came to and end and everyone moved on to their next workout. "Hey n/n, can you change the song?" Tony asked.

"Of course Ton's!" You walked over to the speakers where your phone sat and hit the next button. 'Anaconda' came on, but the Nicki version.

Boy toy name Troy used to live in Detroit, big big big money, he was gettin' some coins.

"Babe, babe, what does that mean?" Bucky walked over to Steve. "Beats me Buck, I've never heard this song, I don't understand the references." Steve said with a shrug.

By the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and check him in my automobile Let him - with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun

This time the pair walked over to you. "This osng doesn't make sense." Bucky asserted. "Well hello to you too. Yes it does make sense, your from the 1940's love, of course it won't make sense to you."

Steve chimed in, "Is it-is it about sex?" You and Bucky giggled at his embaressment. "Yeah kind of- just uh keep listening" The og song started to play.

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun Don't, my anaconda don't Don't want none unless you got buns, hun

"Do you get it now?" You asked. Steve was red faced, Bucky was amused. "This song was written for you baby" Bucky smirked. You simply rolled your eyes. "Steve?"

"Who woudl write a song about a womans ass? That's so dimeaning" You and Bucky just laughed, and let Steve figure things out.

Can I Have This Dance?

(Gally x Reader)

Requested by the wonderful @ultraintrovertedgryffindor - the idea was just too cute. Plus, I’ve been dying to write something set in the Safe Haven, and this felt like the perfect opportunity! Enjoy!

It has been a few weeks since you and your friends arrived at the Safe Haven, and you were all gradually adjusting to the new chapter in your lives. It wasn’t remotely easy to put everything that’d happened behind you and move on, but you were doing your best to take it step by step. After all, what other choice did you have?

You were never alone, and you were thankful for that. You had your friends, who you knew would always be there to offer a shoulder to lean on and keep your mind from sinking. They were nothing short of family to you. But above all, you had Gally. The one person you loved the most in the world.

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Mate

Hey guys!!! Thank you so much for the likes ❤️ they mean the wooorld :) Please hit me up with your requests, questions and positive criticism (or just a good conversation)

Here you go with another one, super fluffy + little angsty! 

• I don’t own any of Sarah J. Mass’ characters or any of her plots, I’m just a fan having fun. Also I do not own the images. This is story is mine though, so please do not copy •

WARNING! Nightmares, blood mentions.

Y/N P.O.V.

The sun warmed our backs. I glance to my side, to see my Azriel’s profile. The slightly crooked nose, the high cheekbones, the shadow of a stubble on his jaw. Turning fully, I move to sit in his lap and stare into his chocolate eyes.

“My mate.” — I say as I trace his beautiful features — “I love you, Az”.

 Happiness fills my heart as he smiles at me, but a black winged figure heads straight at us. I glance at it, and terror dampens my senses. Attor. A single one, in our direction baring two swords at his side and a murderous smile on his pale lips.

“There’s an Attor coming, we have to go.”

I stand up grabbing Azriel’s hand, but he stays motionless and gives me dazed grin. 

“Az? We have to go!” 

Nothing. The evil creature flies faster and faster.

“Az, let’s go! Please, get up we have to move!”

I grab his face, tugging on his arm, begging pleading praying for him to run. I grab his chin yelling at his face. My throat is raw and dry, and my voice breaks. I kneel before him, touching his forehead on mine.

“Please, my love. I can’t leave you. We must go —”

A spear pierced his stomach. The Attor, now behind him, raises his other sword, and abruptly, an invisible force holds me down. I can’t move. I trash inside my head, forcing my limbs to move but nothing happens. 

I find myself forced to watch the blade cut Azriel’s throat, his blood shining and dripping down. I scream again. Over and over and over. His limp body falls back, the Attor nowhere be seen. I try to stop the bleeding and my lips pray to the Mother for help, for a way out of this hell, for anything.

Grabbing his face, I beg even more.

“Az, Az Azriel don’t leave me. Stay awake, please. Don’t die on me, you won’t, you can’t.”

Tears stream down my eyes and it becomes hard to breathe. Air doesn’t come inside my lungs, and I scramble away from his still body. Panic drowns me, as I turn around running away from this hell… only to stumble into the Attors blade.

I look down to blade impaling me and —

Azriel’s P.O.V. 

I walk into the cozy apartment, dark from the night outside. Hearing Y/N’s  calm breathing from the room, I assume she’s asleep. Dropping Truth-Teller on the table and my jacket on the couch, I roll my shoulders, the muscles tense and stiff.  A few minutes later, I drink a cup of tea leaning against the kitchen’s counter, when a crie pierces the quiet night. I bolt towards her room, sword in hands, bursting through the door. I find her writhing in bed, tangled in the blankets. A nightmare. Leaving the blade on the floor, I slowly approach her figure. The cries worsen, turning to an almost screaming, and my heart breaks. 

“Please, my love. I can’t leave you. We must go —”

Touching her gently, she flinches away, scared and still asleep.

“ Y/N, you have to wake up.” I speak softly, but to no difference. 

Grabbing her shoulders, she trashes against my hold, and cries more. 

“ Az, Az Azriel don’t leave me. Stay awake, please. Don’t die on me, you won’t, you can’t.”

My eyes burn, and I speak louder.

“Y/N, you have to wake up. This is a nightmare, open your eyes. I’m here, my love.”

Suddenly, she stops moving and her pleading cries turn into broken sobs. Tears stream down her face, and I roar her name. 

Her eyes open, startled and scared, and meet mine. Her breathing falters, and a dam bursts in her. Flinging herself at me, holding me with desperate hands she cries loudly. I don’t ask what happened and we stay there with a strong hold around each other. 

“I’m your mate. I’m here.” 

I repeat it over and over, and after some time, her tears stop. Pulling back to meet my face, she lays her hands on my cheeks.

“You’re here.” 

“ I am.” 

She lets out a relived breath.

“ I had a nightmare. An attor was there, and he k-killed you and then h-he —

“Y/N. I’m here. I’m fine” 

Her hands slide to my throat, touching so lightly, and head towards my stomach. She stays quiet.

“Are you alright, mate?” 

A small smile tugs at lips.

“Do you want a hug, mate? Or perhaps some tea?”

She huffs a laugh.

“Aha! I know what you would like very much. Do you want a kiss, mate? I could give one, you know, but only with a price.”

“Oh really? You don’t say… making me pay for your kisses, that is just evil. I will go bankrupt because of that.”

“I do not have the intention of asking for money, mate. I want two very simple things. The first one is an answer. Are you alright?”

“A little better. Not much.”

“Okay… we can fix that, can’t we mate?”

I say with a reassuring smile.

“Now for the second. This is the hardest thing in the world. It will be a very big challenge, but you must try in order to get a kiss. Give me… a smile.”

Her eyes glint, and she assumes a serious face. 

“Well, mate, this is indeed a challenge unlike any other. But, for you, I must give a try.”

And then, she just smiles. And the world shines. 

Laying her down softly, our breaths mingling. I kiss her lips lightly. Lifting her head more, eyes closed, she seeks another one but I back away slightly.

She opens her eyes, and a playful gleam shines in her eyes.

“I am outraged, I bought a kiss! I only got a peck, you little liar.”

“You want a kiss, mate?”

“Of course, mate. I was promised one, after all”

“Well, I could give you one, you know, but only with a price.” 

“Oh my! — she says with a giggle — What would that price be?” 

- From A.

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Feeding on from where you said Loki has a corruption kink - imagine when he takes her virginity and corrupts her, she pretty much becomes addicted to sex always wants his dick, no matter when or where

ah yes, the turning of the sweet princess into a cock slut, my fav trope.

guess what? I’ve started an au for loki, check it out here

Loki didn’t notice the shift at first, but you had become quite needy since he first had you the night of your wedding.

Of course, you had done other things before that night. He had pleased you in other ways the entirety of his time courting you, but this was different.

After you had his cock buried so deep inside you, you craved him.

His sweet, innocent little princess actually yearned to be full of him.

Your hands are always on him, lingering touches as Loki tries to talk to members of the court. It’s hard to concentrate when you are pressing against him.

He’d pull you aside, out of the public eye with a mischievous grin,”What has gotten into you, little love?”

Suddenly, you’re all flustered, almost ashamed at the naughty thoughts that had been plaguing your mind all night.

“Oh,”Loki smirked after a quick glimpse into your mind, licking his lips.”Is this what you’ve thinking of all day, princess?”

“Yes,” You squeaked out.

“Was last night not enough to fulfill your need for me? Or this morning when you just had to get your lips on me?” Loki teased, stepping closer so he pressed you the stone wall in the corridor.

You shook your head, feeling very shy under his lustful gaze.”I want you, my prince.”

Loki was hard at the thought of someone so innocent wanting his cock so bad, and you had been quite insatiable since the wedding night. How had he not noticed before?

“I don’t know, princess, have you been good today?” He whispered against the shell of your ear,”You’ve been quite distracting, I don’t know if you deserve to be ruined tonight.”

You actually whine at him, hands clinging to the leather of his armor. You jut out your bottom lip,” Please, Loki, please, I need you.”

Oh, he loved to hear you beg.

“So desperate, love,”Loki grabbed your hips, bending down to mold his lips against yours. You whimper into his touch, wanting nothing more than for him to take you right there.”What happened to that sweet girl, hm? All you think about is my cock, have I made you into a whore, princess?”

“Only for you.”

Loki growled at that, picking you up and abandoning the party. As soon as the doors to his chambers shut, he’s using seidr to strip you both.

His lips are on your again, feverish and needy. His cock pressed against your stomach, thick and throbbing against you.

“Since you are so desperately, little love,” Loki taunted,”Why don’t you sit on my cock, take your pleasure for yourself?”

He laid back against the soft sheets of your shared bed as you climb over him. You’re dripping with arousal, having been needy for him all day.

You lick your lips at the sight of his cock, and you know he’ll fit, but you’ve never done it like this.

When you start to sink down on him, it’s almost too much. Your nails are digging into his chest as you gasp and whimper at how big he feels, stretching your tight cunt almost painfully.

It’s everything you’ve wanted all day.

“Doing so good, but if you want to be fucked, darling, you must take all of me...”

You nodded desperately, eyes screwed shut and mouth open as a string of gasps and moans left your lips.

The drag of his cock has you in a mess and when you finally sink down on all of him, you feel so full that you think you might cum just like that. He’s snug in your heat, walls clenching around him that makes him groan.

“You like how deep I am, princess?” Loki smirked, his large hand coming to press down on your tummy where his cock protruded slightly.”Can feel myself in your tummy, that’s how full you are, that what you want, whore?”

“Yes, my prince,”You gasped, already on the verge on seeing stars as you rocked your hips against him.

It’s pure bliss, and Loki loves the mess you’ve become for him. You fall apart as you are forced to chase your own pleasure and please him.

And you try so hard, wanting his praises, which he gives every time you moan his name.

Loki’s gonna leave you sore for days, making sure you always crave his cock. He wanted you addicted to him and how he’d coat your walls with his seed. He wanted you longing for the feel of his lips and needy for his hands upon your skin.

He wanted you always, and you wanted him.

Stubborn | Minho

Pairing: Minho x Female Reader

Warnings: blood, near death, cursing??

WC; 2.5K

synopsis: yes, it does take a near death experience to finally admit your feelings

a/n: probably my last imagine before 2021 SO HAPPY NEW YEAR BYE 2020

Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt List

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“I’m just saying,” Newt said, arms crossed. “It would save everyone a lot of pain and headaches if one of you just said it.”

“I’m not a liar,” You replied.

“You’re lying to yourself right now,” Newt smirked, watching as your gaze hardened and you smacked his arm.

Thomas jogs up to the two of you, taking one glance at Newt rubbing his arm and you pursing your lips and looking the other way.

“Newt’s right.”

You spin around, mouth open, “How did you?—”

Thomas shrugs, “Call it a third sense, but whatever he said about Minho, you should listen.”

You scoff at the two boys, thoughts running around in your head.

You were in love with your best friend, it was plain as day.

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Hi,can I request an azriel fic where he bumbs into someone in velaris and the bond snaps for him but he loses her in the crowd and he spends days trying to find her? And when he does he gets all shy and nervous?

This is my first ever request so beware, but I loved writing this. The ending isn’t the best, but please let me know what you think and I’d love to write for you again. Enjoy!

「Azriel x reader」

「Azriel meets his mate but loses them in the crowd」

Azriel wandered into the weapons shop he frequented when in need of a new dagger or other weapons. He wanted a new sheath for truth teller, a leather one to be exact. He headed around to the back of the store where he knew the sheaths he desired would be waiting. He browsed through the various choices on the wall and shelves.

He had settled on 4 and he was trying to choose when a voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“The black one on the left fits most comfortably on the upper thigh area. It’s also made of a stronger leather material than the others- it’s my personal favorite.”

He turned his head in the direction of the voice and was met with e/c eyes. He looked the person over, and as he did he felt as if his world had shifted into place, like everything in his life suddenly made sense. His mate, he realized.

He stood, eyes wide, seemingly dumbfounded for a moment, only being brought back by the feeling of a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey you alright? I know I don’t look like someone who knows a lot about knives and daggers but I didn’t think it was that shocking.” They let out a small laugh as Azriel gathered himself and tried to come up with an excuse.

“I’m alright, just got a bit distracted.” He gave no more of an answer than that but thankfully the mystery person accepted the response.

“Azriel,” he said, “I don’t believe I’ve seen you here before.”

“I know what I want and don’t normally browse like I am today- the clerk always has my things ready for pick up. And it’s Y/n by the way.” Y/n, Azriel repeated it to himself. A fitting name.

They talked for a while about the various types of leather and sheaths they both prefer. Azriel watched as a smile showed brightly on y/n’s face as they spoke. He noticed their eyes, that piercing e/c, he could get lost in them forever. He could see a spark of something in them as they spoke. Passion- Azriel realized, passion for the weapons and daggers.  

He watched as their gaze traveled to the clock on the wall. Their smile fell and they let out a sigh, turning back towards him.

“Well  it looks like I gotta run- gotta meet a friend for lunch. It was great meeting you Azriel, maybe I’ll see you around sometime.” They offered him a smile as they headed for the door.

“Wai-” he couldn’t finish the sentence before they were already out the door.

He set down the items in his hands and headed out after them. He walked out and into the street, but couldn’t find them in the large crowd. He let out a long sigh as he headed back in to purchase the items from before.

Tomorrow, he thought, he’d search for them tomorrow.

- - -

Over the next few days Azriel went out to the bustling city everyday, sending out his shadows and visiting various shops in hopes of running into y/n again. All Azriel could see was their face, and that smile. That damn smile- the smile they wore while the two of them talked about various weapons they loved.

He wanted nothing more than to see them again.

Azriel was starting to give up, feeling as if he wouldn’t be able to find them again. He walked down the street and wandered into a small bakery, maybe a snack would help him to relax a little and think.

Just as Azriel went to sit at one of the tables, his ears perked up at the sound of a voice- the voice of his mate.

His head whipped around as he saw them. Talking and laughing with the shop’s owner. His world seemed as if it was in slow motion as he watched them. He got so lost in the sound of their laugh and the smile on their face he forgot he was even looking for them in the first place.

He was brought back by a wave of jealousy. That was his mate, they should be smiling and laughing with him, not some baker.

Before he realized what he was doing, he was out of his chair, feet moving on their own, headed towards his mate.

“Excuse me, I was wondering if I could borrow y/n for a moment?” The power in his voice didn’t go unnoticed as the baker quickly apologized and headed to the back.

“Well if it isn’t the shadowsinger,” they looked toward him. “Back for some more of my expert advice.”

As soon as their eyes met he froze. He hadn’t thought of what to say and this was his mate- he couldn’t mess up.

“You were right about the sheath... it is very comfortable on the thigh region” His voice was uncharacteristically quiet and he silently cursed himself for the stutter in his words.

“Well I did say I know what I’m talking about, but based on the way you stormed up here, I’d say this is about more than just a sheath.” They wore a smirk on their face that made Azriel turn away in embarrassment.

“The other day... in the shop, I felt the bond- the mate bond I mean.” Azriel tried to look up and meet their eyes, but they had that smile on their face and he felt heat rise to his cheeks.

“Oh I know, I was just wondering when you would do something about it.” The smirk grew on y/n’s face at the sight of Azriel blushing even deeper now. It seemed so unlike the scary, monstrous shadowsinger they had heard about before.

Azriel finally looked up and met their eyes, those gorgeous eyes. “I was wondering if maybe,” he took a pause trying to find his words, “you would want to go on a date with me? Maybe go to dinner?”

He looked up at them with hopeful eyes and y/n smiled at him. He looked so adorable- they could get used to this shy side of his.

“Well I would be honored to go on a date with you, mate.”

Azriel smiled brightly at that- his mate, his and his only.

“I’ll pick you up tonight?”

“I’ll be waiting.” He looked at them and didn't know what else to say. Curse this nervous side of his.

Y/n offered him a small smile as they gathered the baked goods they purchased earlier. Neither of them knew what to say. “Well I should get going. I’ll see you tonight Azriel.”

“Az... please... call me Az.” Their smile grew even wider.

“Goodbye Az, see you soon”

As Azriel watched them walk out of the bakery he knew his life was complete, and that this- y/n, the bond- was worth the 500 year wait.