Damian: Well I’m The Blood Son

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

FEELING GOOD | Nesta Archeron x reader

Summary: You wanted to propose Nesta but she is curious and things turn out different as spected.

Word count: 1,2 k

Warning: she/her pronoun reader

Advice: English is not my first language so I'm sorry for the spelling mistakes I may have written.

It had been a long time since you had even considered going home to the Summer Court. You were happy there. It wasn't the place you lived in per se, but the people you lived with.

You had been through so much in your damn existence that thinking about how happy you were now felt strange. Watching the Cider from the terrace of your home.

You'd had to run away from home five years ago, find a place to live there, in Velaris, you didn't even remember how the hell you got there, but you had.

Morrigan had found you, and despite being a complete stranger, had taken you to the House of the Wind to heal your wounds and bruises. You had been offered a home there, and although you did not know how this place had been kept safe from Amarantha's clutches, you were very happy to have found it.

Your relationship with Mor had grown into great friends, or at least that was until Rhysand came back from Under the Mountain, when she began to inadvertently drift away from her to focus on her family. And then came Feyre Archeron, she seemed like a very nice and cordial female, but she was not the person you liked best.

The inner circle had accepted you for a year, although now with the new acquaintances it was difficult for you to feel completely comfortable in her company. Or at least that's how it was until you went to rescue Feyre's sisters, Mor had asked you for help and it hadn't even cost you to go with them no matter what.

After all, you owed Mor one. But now that the Cortes were free, the desire to return home had increased. But it was the moment you saw the eldest of the Archerons that you knew you could never go anywhere without knowing that she would be safe, fighting to keep from being thrown into the Cauldron.

You didn't know why, but you would do everything for her. You had tried to help her recovery, being there for her as a support to her, no matter how many times she kicked you out of it. You had been there, you had accompanied her on her journey towards peace of mind and being comfortable with herself, and that had been important to you.

You had found a small family in the process, with the Valkyries, being part of them, getting closer to Azriel and Cassian, because you had never been part of the inner circle, you never would be, because your safe place was with them, with Nesta, Emerie, Gwyn, Cassian and Azriel, although the last two were part of the inner circle.

Your feelings for Nesta had been very present along the way, trying not to bloom every time she felt comfortable with you, which progressed by the moment, that feeling of being very comfortable with you. Until one day she drunk you had not been able to bite her tongue and you had confessed what you felt.

And now you were happily living with your girlfriend in a beautiful house, with extra rooms for your friends and family. Although there were slight problems with Elain and you, mainly you couldn't stand her, you didn't know it was hers but there was something you couldn't stand about her that made you feel bad, very bad.

You had been very happy when Emerie discovered her bond with Mor, happy for what you considered your sister and the first friend you had there. Then came Azriel and Gwyn's bond, and you were beyond ecstatic to see them both happy, with their mates.

Nesta's arms hugged you around your waist, pressing your back against her chest. The fact that Nesta was six inches taller than you couldn't bother you and please you more, in equal measure.

She left a kiss on your cheek, with a smile, you were home, you were home with her, you didn't care about the damn mating bond, there was no one better for you than her.

"I've missed you" she murmured as she rested her head on yours.

"Me too, you should work less" you spoke, with a certain grace.

"Said the donkey talking about ears" Nesta scoffed with a smile, as she lowered one of her hands into your bulging pocket.

Her happiness was quickly changed to nervousness, but Nesta continued on her way until she reached into her pocket and pulled out a black velvet box, a smirk on her lips.

You let go of her grip, the nervousness you felt right now was getting to you.

"What is this, little one?" You looked into her eyes over your lashes, without raising your head, feeling how she was getting more and more nervous.

You searched for the words you had prepared with Gwyn and Cassian, maybe they weren't the best people you should have practiced with, maybe Azriel's seriousness would have been better for you, but it was over, now you had to think about what was happening right now.

"I know we don't have the bond, but we have a very strong bond between us" you spoke looking away and biting your lower lip insecurity "but I'm sure I want to spend the rest of my days with you, Nesta Archeron, and since we're not very traditional I have not bought a ring. But what was I going, Nesta Archeron do you want to spend the rest of our lives with me?"

Nesta she lifted her chin at you, her eyes shining with surprise and happiness, pure happiness.

"This is the bond, I don't know why it hasn't appeared for you, but it is the mating bond" she murmured looking at you with love "so yes, a thousand and one times I do want to spend the rest of my days with you, sweetness" she spoke with a smile. "Even though I was waiting for tonight to propose, I guess we both know we're not traditional, because I'm not into a ring either," she spoke with some grace, picking up a larger gray velvet box. "Open it."

You accepted the order without question, while she opened her box. In yours there was a tiara, silver with bluish gray stones like her eyes, perhaps it was her laugh that made you realize that you had given her a matching necklace, even in those moments when you did not do it on purpose you managed to get on agreement.

"You help me?" You nodded, taking the necklace and putting it around your fiancée's neck as she pushed her hair forward.

She had cut it off a couple of months ago and now she had it up to her shoulders, a little lower maybe. Since she wore it short, you used to braid it yourself or leave it loose, whatever the result, you loved it.

As soon as you fastened it, she turned a hundred and eighty degrees to put her hands on your waist again and plant a kiss on your lips. Then something appeared between you, the bond that you had wanted so much to appear appeared.

You tugged on it a bit, testing it for real, then harder and Nesta smiled, breaking the kiss.

"It has appeared to you" she murmured even happier.

"Since when do you know?"

"A year and a half ago" around that time you had kissed for the first time. "But I wanted it to show up instead of telling you, I guess things don't always go our way." She murmured kissing you again.

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paasrin

1 year ago

Ho Ho Ho, it's your Secret Santa!!!!!! SO excited to be writing an Azris fic for you! Now for my first questions, do you prefer canon or au (and if au which are your fave types)? Do you prefer fluff or angst (or both 👀) ? Let me know and I'll get to brainstorming! 💝🎅🏻

Hiii!

In general I prefer canon but if you write an AU i would also Love It, specially if It is like a modern au ir something like that, like a sports one, or like a mixture of Harry Potter (like they are from different Hogwarts houses or something).

I definitely love fluff but angst with all my heart. Like a mixture of both with many angst and grovelling.

ONLY YOU | Gavriel x reader x Fenrys

Summary: there wasn't a thing they earned till you enter in their lifes

Word count: 2070

Warning: teasing, pet names (sweetie, little one, honey...), PTSD

Advice: English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry for the spelling mistakes

It wasn't as if they hadn't had anything before you came, but the fact that it was too long ago. They had served Maeve for so long that she had forgotten what it was like to have something for them.

It had been strange to meet you, the daughter of the king of Adarlan, a human with raw magic, Dorian's twin and a person of very strong character, they definitely did not expect to have to share a partner, although they soon learned that the bond was not only from them to you , but it also happened between them, only it was something complicated with the war and everything that had to happen at that time.

You were not to think about anything other than Adarlan and feel guilty for abandoning him, as well as thinking that Rowan was a good man, or at least behaved well with Dorian. You were the flour of another costal. The rebellious daughter, the one who had received the necklace long before Dorian and didn't know how she stood up, the only one with enough willpower to take this and collapse afterwards, the one who had never gotten on very good terms with Aelin, just a hearty one

You didn't have much left behind the princess of the Valg, almost nothing. And suddenly both warriors came into your life, as if they had fallen from the sky to help you and that it was reciprocal, helping you when you needed it most, even if that meant having to be there for each other. It had taken you too long to accept that you were his mate, the person who was destined to find them and make the three of them have a good relationship.

Your magic hadn't served anyone present, for some reason I could never use it at will, like I was asleep, something strange knowing that there was no Valg or no tower to do that, it just burst sometimes, like when Maeve took Fenrys.

The pain you had felt had almost made you not want to have known him to not feel it, and even though you had Gavriel he was just like you, both trying to move forward with what was on them, a war and to find Aelin. You didn't give a shit about finding the queen of Terrasen, nothing at all, not because you didn't like her, you respected her and thought she was doing a good job, but your personalities clashed a lot and you were more attached to Fenrys than you want to admit. Seeing him almost die and accept the blood oath froze you, the blood, something inside your chest had disappeared that day, just as you had locked yourself up again, moving away from everyone, Gavriel and Fenrys the first. The journey had been tense with them, you even wished you had traveled with Dorian and the witches, or Chaol and Nesryn long ago.

It had been hard for Fenrys to return to a certain normality, and when he did, you were no longer whole enough to give him what he needed, and although you thought that it would help him, it only ended up doing more damage to the relationship you had between the three of you, because even if it was between two specific people, the third always won in this type of situation.

Aelin and Rowan had tried to talk to you about it, but you had actively and passively refused. However, before arriving at the port, both had cornered you to talk things over, calmly, but you were going through so much right now that you didn't care about them, you were selfish and you knew it perfectly.

Maybe that's why it was never a fucking option that you were queen, because your problems were always above those of others, and even though it made you feel bad for a few seconds, then you would look at what you suffered again and return to the same vicious circle over and over again time.

They both tried to help you and talk, however you didn't say a single word until you saw Dorian again, your twin would know what the hell to do. He was your fucking anchor in this world, one of the only two people you would put his problems above your own for.

“You have to do what is good for you, even if it is selfish, if what you really want and need is to get away from them, you should do it.” The main problem was that it was what you wanted and not what you needed, but you were not going to accept that out loud, pride was far above anything else in your life, or at least in the highest positions.

But you had almost died in that battle, and you hadn't cared much about dying, so you wouldn't have to deal with yourself anymore, with the shitty thoughts you had. And they had saved you, in every possible way a person could be saved. Fenrys and Gavriel helped you try to heal, not just physically but mentally, but the Orynth battle, almost losing Gavriel and the damage to Fenrys, feeling his pain from the bond, you didn't care at the time that you were healing. Something in you stirred and snapped, and the magic you had was suddenly free to use it. You didn't even think about it for a single second when you went to the battlefield, nor when a hunch led you to Elide, Dorian and Yrene, to see Erawan, just to see him and know what he did to you. They let you deal the last blow with no problem, the blow that left him in ashes, nothing, nothing left of him, however your magic wanted more, much more.

The next thing you remember was getting to Gavriel's side, on the stairs, and keeping him from dying, you didn't know what magic you were using, but you had made the heartbeat much stronger and made him live, he wasn't dead, and you could still feel him. Fenrys by the lasso, so it didn't even cross your mind that she might die, not now that her magic was free and she was sure she could try.

Aelin's coronation and the journey they all took together almost made her lose her mind, the pride in the eyes of Fenrys and Gavriel was something you would never forget.

You had had to say goodbye to your brother, because as much as you wanted to go back to Adarlan, back to your people, you had to learn to heal with Gavriel and Fenrys, you had to heal all three. Because ever since the war had ended, nightmares of Maeve's torture haunted Fenrys every night, nightmares of losing you haunted Gavriel, and just remembering everything you'd been through made you have horrible nightmares and panic attacks all over. the nights.

It was six months until you could say that things were working now, that there was no shame in anything that the two of you could do. Aelin was very grateful to make Fenrys happy, and Aedion had started to get along with her, not for nothing was he the person who was making her father better than her.

And now the three of them had moved to a house, far from the palace, in the forest of Oakwald, a place between Perranth, Rosamel and Caraverre. A home just for them, although they had practically not let her make a move, but she had openly told them to fuck off, making the fun of that night multiplied.

"What are you thinking, little one?" Gavriel's arms wrapped around his waist as his head rested on yours.

"Nothing."

"Liar" Fenrys barked with amusement appearing in her field of vision, a smile on his lips and some sweets in his hand.

He left them on the table in the living room to approach the two. First he gave you a sweet kiss and then he kissed Gavriel, for you it was not strange, they were a couple after all, just like you, the rest of the Cadre had had a hard time getting used to seeing two of their members not only as companions but in a polyamorous relationship.

"You never think about anything, you're always thinking about everything" Fenrys spoke, with his hands on your cheeks.

"What were you thinking, honey?" It was no longer a sweet tone, but a tone that promised many things if you did not answer the question truthfully.

You had never understood when they could read you with such ease, you were not bad at lying, in fact it was one of your best qualities, and now you were in these. The feeling of feeling loved no matter what was foreign to you, Dorian was the only one who had managed to make you feel one hundred percent comfortable, Chaol almost one hundred percent, and Gavriel and Fenrys, whom you had known for a few months, It hadn't cost them anything to get into your life and understand and love you, no matter what.

And there you were, in the arms of two of the people you loved most in the world, with a home, a life and in peace. The love between the three of you went further than you could really even understand, the way you wanted to think of everything was incredible. And that you were not convinced at first when you stayed in Terrasen with them.v"In everything we've been through to get here, in how my life went to shit because of a fucking Valg and I had to live with a lot of shit after that" totally sincere, he had omitted the part where he wanted them with all his soul, but they knew it, you had told them on several occasions.

"And?" You frowned.

"Like what? What more do you want?" You asked in confusion.

"You've been out of your mind for several minutes, you can't tell me there's no more" you rolled your eyes when Fenrys started laughing, pinching him, getting him to get annoyed enough to complain, although in your eyes Fenrys was a dramatic, it was your dramatic, your dramatic.

From Gavriel and you, from no one else.

"Details about that, there hasn't been much else, nothing important" you spoke dismissively.

"Yeah," Fenrys sneered, "and I don't have a fetish for seeing you in subspace," he stated.

"We have, because I'm seriously thinking of leaving you like this every day" he murmured and looked at Fenrys, leaving you aside "how would you like it?"

Fenrys gave you a quick glance, you looked so small between their bodies.

"You would look fucking sexy, sweetie."

And you wouldn't mind the hell they both did to you, because you knew it wouldn't be anything you couldn't take, you knew it was normal for you, that they would never hurt you.

Because only they made you feel as if they were taking you to the stars, they didn't make you see them, they took you to them, looking for the same from you, and surprisingly you hadn't had any problem with it at all. "Or how good she would look tied up, while you play with her and I devour her" the three of you knew that by devouring you he didn't mean the mouth, Fenrys had a problem with your intimate area, a very big one, because he loved devouring you as if there would be no tomorrow and he would not have eaten in his damn existence.

"I'd even let you choose the scent of the candles" Gavriel murmured placing a kiss on your neck, soft, like a promise, Fenrys kissed you on the lips, sealing whatever this was.

"What a tempting offer" you purred, and then you looked into those black eyes that drove you crazy, as if you hadn't seen them in your whole damn existence, then you turned to Gavriel's, so wild, you were crazy about the contrast of the color of their eyes, all of them drove you crazy and you loved that.

"Decide quickly, because the offer won't be available much longer, not in a nice way," Gavriel reasoned.

"Only you can make that idea sound tempting" you snorted "there is no one in this existence who can say that without sounding crazy" you spoke.

"Only we are going to be able to taste you this way, forever and ever" Fenrys murmured.

For you immortality would be something they would give without a second thought, although they would prefer to find a way for you to live much longer with it, although they understood the point of not wanting to leave your twin.

Only they made you feel this good, and you were no longer afraid to say so.