It's Like I Want To Write... But Also I Don't... And I Want To Read, But... I Also Don't... And I Have

it's like I want to write... but also I don't... and I want to read, but... I also don't... and I have a bunch of ideas in my head but... they won't come out?

This is so cute and wholesome ☺ 💗

Bad Days and Cuddly Mornings

(Geddit?)

A/N: I don’t usually write for Rhys. Usually I don’t write for males that already have mates in their series but since this is a reaquest I know this reader happens to be really into Az so I am writing that instead. And don’t argue “Oh Lucien has a mate” or “Oh Azriel is technically taken” No if Lucien and Azriel had a relationship status it would be “it’s complicated” That’s not taken bitches. Also before you ask “Why haven’t you been posting anything?” Writer’s block. I have four drafts in my file. Writer’s block people.

Ship: Azriel x Illyrian!Reader

Requested: Yes! Thank you for making this request @cityofidek but I don’t really write for taken males unless it’s Cassian or Az. (I’m so sorry) But I knew you liked Az so I hope this is okay! Based on this request!

The anger was practically roiling off him.

Shadows danced around him as he stormed through the room, removing his weapons belt and different leathers. His Hazel eyes were blazing as he huffed and plopped onto the bed. I knew this was serious, not from the lethal calm rage on his face but because of the flicker of sorrow behind his .

I approached the bed and sat beside him, my own wings tucking into my back as I rubbed his shoulder. Are you okay? I asked in his mind.

It’s just that Cassian was being a prick but we got attacked and people died. Azriel’s voice, even mentally, sounded like it was cracking. I shifted myself to sit in his lap as I faced him and kissed his cheek lightly.

That’s never your fault, you know that. I replied in his mind. He sighed outwardly as he gripped my waist so I wouldn’t fall. I hummed as I wrapped my arms around his torso and buried my face into his neck.

My sweet Illyrian mate, always knowing what to say. His voice sounded amusing but darkness still guttered in his eyes. I pushed him down on the bed as he hugged me and switched our positions so that he was hugging my waist as he lay his head on my stomach. I giggled but rubbed his scalp lightly, hoping to coax him to fall asleep. It wasn’t until his breathe steadied and slowed did I finally stopped, tilting my body to kiss his head as I bid his sleeping form goodnight.

DA NEXT DAYYY (No it was not a typo it’s an inside joke)

Rising to the early morning sun, I was surprised to Azriel still there since Cassian usually dragged him out of bed by dawn, especially after an incident like yesterday. I reached out to caress his cheek but decided against it, afraid to wake him. His hand shot out faster then light as it grabbed my wrist and led my hand back to the path to his face. I chuckled as he cracked one eye open and grinned.

“To think you’d be brawling with Cassian right now,” I laughed as his lips twitched. He tugged me towards him as he buried his face in my hair. My hands were flat against his chest.

“You are so incredible, you know that?” “I know,” I smiled as his voice was muffled, his face still hidden from my view but I knew he was grinning wildly now. As I tilted my head I still saw a flicker of the horrors from yesterday but he looked better.

“I love you, more then you know,” I mumbled as I traced circles on his chest. He kissed my temple as he smiled softly, “I love you too, to whatever end,” He whispered. I smiled as he tugged me closer, fully determined to spend the rest of the day at home.

A/N: Again, I know this isn’t really what you asked for and I can’t express how sorry I am. This fanfiction is kind of terrible cause I’m having serious writer’s block problems. I have four drafts in my files. Four. I have a problem. @cityofidek I know you asked for Rhys but my morals won this debate for me I am so so so sorry.

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All my life, it’s been nothing but dusk,” Azriel whispers. “But then you came and brought the dawn with your light

I SWOONED so hard 😫🦋🦋🦋.

I need a man like Azriel

the song of the phoenix.

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(azriel x reader) request: @carlotawelshshit could you do one where the reader is the second oldest archeron sister and she has been with the ic for a very long time now but it's just now when the mate bond appears to az and then to her? a/n: writing this was so much fun. thank you for the request. i got a little carried away, but i hope you like it anyways. feel free to send more! summary: as the second eldest archeron sister, you've always felt invisible, but a song from the shadows confirms that azriel has seen you all along.

All your life, you felt invisible. 

Nesta was the fearless warrior. Elain was the gentle beauty. Feyre was the huntress with a heart of gold. 

As the second eldest Archeron, you were the overlooked sister. Quiet and shy, the wallflower who preferred to use her voice to sing rather than speak. It was a cruel twist of fate when the Cauldron took the one thing you loved and twisted it into a weapon to harm others. 

Now every time you sang, your voice had the ability to shake the seas and crumble mountains. Amren said that with proper practice, your power could desecrate entire villages. It was a gift, she said. It felt like a curse. 

Still, you needed to learn how to master it if you wanted to help your friends fight against Koschei. So here you were, sitting on the balcony at the House of Wind while balancing an empty goblet in your hand. The assignment that Amren tasked you with seemed simple enough. Shatter the glass using your voice. 

The day had come and gone as the sunset painted Velaris with its pink and golden hue and yet the glass remained intact. You draped a leg over the edge of the balcony, sighing. A huge contributor to your failed attempts was your own fear. You were afraid of this strange power within you. A year had passed since you were turned into High Fae, months had dredged on after the war with Hybern, and yet you hadn’t deigned to sing again since the Cauldron forged you into a harbinger of destruction. 

Anger coiled around your heart like a dark beast, clawing its way to the surface as you wrapped your fingers around the goblet. You gripped it so tightly that it began to hurt. Unaccustomed to your newfound Fae strength, shards of glass shattered in your hand and sliced opened your palm. Crimson droplets snaked down your wrist, leaving trails of blood on your cotton dress. 

“That’s one way to complete Amren’s assignment.” 

You turned abruptly, nearly falling out of the balustrade before strong arms wrapped around your waist. Shadows cast its net of darkness to keep you from careening over the edge while came face to face with the shadowsinger. A flash of concern flickered through Azriel’s hazel eyes before he set you down on the marble floor. 

“I’m sorry,” he says softly. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” 

Heat flared through your cheeks as you shook your head. “It’s alright. I probably shouldn’t be sitting this high up with my track record of clumsiness.” 

Azriel studied you, his gaze drifting down to the cut on your right hand. An overwhelming sense of embarrassment washes over you when you realize that he witnessed your angry outburst. Instinctively, you slipped your hand into the pockets of your dress to hide them from view. The shadowsinger catches your wrist, a frown settling over his handsome face as he examines the blood.

“We should get you cleaned up.”

You waved away his concern. You hated causing anyone worry. “It’s fine, really. I can do it myself.” 

A hard expression settles over his features. “Do you know how to properly bandage a wound?” 

He raised a brow, knowing how squeamish you were when it came to injuries of any sort. When you shook your head slowly, Azriel smiled. “It’s alright. Given my line of work, I’ve picked up a thing or two from Madja. I can show you, if you’d like. You may be High Fae now, but you still have to make sure it heals properly.”

You eventually concede, finding yourself sitting on Azriel’s bed as he prepares the necessary items. Though you’ve been living at the House of Wind for awhile, you’ve never seen the inside of his room. It was darkly furnished, but not unwelcoming. As was standard, there was a bed, a desk, and a dresser. The door to the right connected to the shared space leading to Cassian’s old room, which you now occupied. On the left side, there was a bathing room that contained a tub large enough to accommodate Illyrian wings. The thought of Azriel soaking in the hot water and washing his wings after a long day instantly had your entire body heating up. 

It felt wrong to think of your friend that way, especially given his interest in your younger sister. You shook the thought away, quietly watching as Azriel strode back into the room with a basin of water in his hands. He set it down on his dresser, soaking a cloth while he settled beside you. Azriel wrung the towel and turned to face you. 

He seemed hesitant, looking down at his own scarred hands for a brief moment. You knew of Azriel’s insecurity as well as the story behind the burns. When he told you during one of your late night conversations in your shared living space, it took everything within you to not hunt his step-brothers down and make them pay for their cruelty. Instead, you thanked Azriel for trusting you with the painful memory. 

You told him that his hands were beautiful, because it was the truth. On that night, you saw Azriel smile for the first time. The look on his face was the most breathtaking sight you’ve ever seen. 

As doubt flickered through his eyes now, you wish you had the courage to tell the shadowsinger how you felt. The same way that you’ve been feeling since that night, but that would only serve to complicate things. It was painfully clear that Azriel only saw you as a friend and you didn’t want to ruin that, so instead you remained quiet. Like you always did.

“May I?” Azriel asks with a tone of uncertainty. You gave him a small nod of encouragement, rolling up the sleeve of your dress. 

Ever so gently, Azriel cleans the blood from your cut with careful concentration. The setting sun cast a warm, golden glow over his face, hitting his hazel eyes at just the right angle to bring out the golden flecks within them. His dark brows furrowed with focus as he pulled out a small vial from his dresser. A clear liquid glowed within as he pinched it between his fingers. 

“This might sting a bit, but it’ll help sterilize the wound.” 

“Okay,” you say. 

Azriel places a drop onto your cut and you wince as the liquid burns your palm. His fingers curl around your wrist, tracing soothing patterns onto your skin. “It’s alright. I’ve got you.” 

The shadowsinger’s eyes flickered up to your face, but you averted his gaze, afraid of what he might find there if he looked hard enough. It was a miracle in itself that he hadn’t deciphered your feelings by now. Azriel was keen and observant, which is why you avoided being alone with him as much as possible. Some days you couldn’t avoid it, given that you lived across the hall from one another, but with your constant visits to the River House and Azriel being away on missions, the late night talks had been kept to a minimum. 

It was probably for the best because the more you got to know him, the more you valued Azriel’s friendship and you didn’t want to do or say anything that might jeopardize it. 

Azriel finished cleaning your wound and began to wrap gauze around your hand. Once he secured it safely, his shadows swirled through your arm and placed soothing kisses over your skin. You smiled, chuckling softly. 

“Sorry,” Azriel says sheepishly. “They seem to have a mind of their own today.”

“It’s alright. I don’t mind.” 

He shifts on the bed, facing you. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

You place your hand in your lap, sighing. “I just…feel so frustrated. It’s been nearly two years since the Cauldron gave me this power and I still don’t know how to wield it. My sisters, our friends, they’re all doing their part to prepare for what’s to come and I can’t even manage this one task. I hate feeling useless.” 

Azriel surveys you carefully, a frown forming on his face. “You’re not useless. It’s completely understandable that you haven’t been able to master your power given all that you’ve been through. These things take time.” 

“We don’t have time,” you reply. “Feyre learned how to wield all of the High Lord’s powers before the War. Nesta has her Valkyrie training. Even Elain has sought to understand more about her seer abilities, but I’m still stuck in this place. Still terrified of this destructive power that the Cauldron gave to me.” 

“Your sisters have dealt with their powers in their own ways and while they did, you supported them every step of the way. You encouraged them to have patience with themselves. I just wish that you’d extend that same grace to yourself.” 

Azriel stares up at you in earnest. There was nothing but sincerity in his eyes. The more he looked at you like that, the harder it became to remind yourself that you were only friends. 

“It’s hard to see everyone else adjusting to their lives here while I remain stagnant,” your voice cracked as panic rose up in your throat. “The Cauldron gave my sisters abilities, but it took what I loved most and warped it into something monstrous.” 

You curled your left hand into a fist, nails digging crescent shapes into the surface of your skin. The anger was bubbling up in you again, laced with frustration and grief and a million other emotions that you were so exhausted of feeling. A single tear slid down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away, ashamed that such a simple thing could reduce you to tears. 

To your surprise, Azriel lifted your chin up with his fingers. The action was full of uncertainty as though he expected you to recoil from his touch. He wiped the tear away with his thumb, caressing your cheek tenderly. 

“Is that why you haven’t sang since that day in Hybern?” You nod silently as Azriel beheld the pain and anguish written all over your face. “I thought so. When I first met Feyre, she told me about you. About how beautiful your voice was. How much you loved to sing. Then she took us to visit you and I heard it for myself. You were always humming under your breath. Singing in the garden when you thought no one else could hear. Even with the looming war, I found myself listening for your voice.”

Your heart felt hollow and empty. The song had been entirely ripped out of it. Azriel brushed your cheek again, holding you so gently as though he was afraid you might break. “But then, Hybern happened. When you and your sisters first came here, I thought that I might hear you sing again. I waited and listened every night. But I only heard silence.” 

“I can’t,” you cry out. “I can’t sing knowing what my voice can do.” 

“I know you think that the Cauldron made you into a weapon, but even weapons can be wielded to protect others. You tried it once and failed, but it doesn’t mean you should give up.”

Tears pricked the back of your eyes. The restraint you had was barely holding and the dam of your emotions was threatening to flood your heart. “How many people will I hurt in the process? How much will I destroy because of this power I carry? How long until everyone else realizes that this monstrosity has always been inside me and the Cauldron only brought it to the surface?”

Your chest heaved as tears fell down your cheeks. The questions that have been eating away at you since that fateful day finally hung in the air like a noose tightening around your neck with every breath. 

“You’re not a monster, dove,” Azriel whispers softly.

The burden of carrying everything alone crashed down on you all at once. In five simple words, Azriel had voiced the thing you feared the most. His reassurance should’ve brought relief, but instead it only served to remind you of the complexity of your own feelings when it came to the shadowsinger. 

“I-I can’t talk about this with you.” 

Hurt marred his beautiful face. Your heart crumbled in your chest, hating that you were the cause of such a devastating sight. But for your own sake, you had to put an end to this conversation and distance yourself from the shadowsinger before it was too late. 

Azriel stared at you while you wiped your tears away. The intensity of his gaze burned as he examined every tell of emotion in your body language. Finally, he released a shaky breath.

With a voice of uncertainty, Azriel turns to you. “Did I do something wrong?”

The ice thawed in your veins. You shook your head vehemently, eyes welling with tears once more. “No, it’s not like that. You didn’t do anything wrong, Az.”

“Then why have you been avoiding me?” You tensed at his words, freezing in place. He clocked the shift in your posture and frowned. 

“I haven’t…I haven’t been avoiding you. We do plenty of things together all the time.” Even as the words slipped out of your mouth, they sounded entirely unconvincing. 

Azriel’s eyes narrowed. “But never alone. Not since the night I told you about my hands. Something changed between us then." There was such anguish in his voice as though the thought had kept him up at night. "I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what I broke.”

The walls felt like they were caving in, your chest caving deeper and deeper into the hollow space of your heart. All this time, you didn’t think Azriel would notice you slowly pulling away. Putting up a barrier between you so you wouldn’t get hurt. “It’s not about you, Az. It’s about me. I…I just don’t think spending time alone together is the best idea.”

“Why not? I thought we were becoming friends. I thought I was slowly getting through the wall you put up around yourself. I thought that you were finally letting me see past the armor of fake smiles and hollow laughs.”

“That’s the problem, Az. I don’t want you to see all of me.” 

Azriel blinked, never balking. Entirely unfazed by your stubborn effort. “I am your friend, dove. Don’t push me away.”

“I know, Azriel. You are my friend and that’s precisely why I’ve stayed away. I know how you feel about Elain and I respect that, but please don’t expect me to stand by and watch while you pine after my sister.” 

“Felt,” Azriel emphasizes. “How I felt about Elain. Those emotions were a manifestation of my jealousy towards my brothers finding their own mates. I care for Elain as a friend, but nothing more."

Azriel pauses, weighing his words. "There is another who has completely bewitched me mind, body, and soul. Even while she was human, even when she thought she was invisible to those around her, I heard her call.”

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t look at the male before you. “Do not say things you do not mean. It’s cruel.” 

Azriel inhaled sharply. “You know that every word I’ve ever uttered to you has been true. You can fortify that steel wall of yours as much as you want, but I will rip it apart inch by inch if that's what it takes to make you see yourself the way that I see you.”

A sob clawed its way up to your throat. Didn’t he understand that the steel wall you’d put around yourself was the only thing keeping you from falling apart? The only thing protecting the rest of your family and your friends from the darkness threatening to swallow you whole?

Silent tears fell on your lap as you held back the floodgate threatening to spill over. “If I let my guard down, then you’d see me for who I really am. All the dark and ugly parts that I try so hard to bury because deep down I have always known that I - I am broken.”

The tenderness in his eyes held nothing but understanding. “I was broken once too, but my brothers, my friends, you - you helped me put the pieces back together. You convinced me that I can be whole again and I’ll do the same for you. However long it takes.” Azriel held your face in his hands, determination blazing through those hazel eyes of his. “Because I love you.”

The steel wall around your heart collapsed at his words. You sobbed, clutching at Azriel’s chest while you completely fell apart. Strong arms wrapped around you, enveloping you in the familiar scent of night chilled mist and cedar. With the flap of his powerful wings, Azriel cocooned you in the safety of night. 

“It’s alright, dove.” Azriel whispers, rubbing soothing circles onto your back. “You can rage. You can scream. You can cry. You can fall apart and I’ll be right here to pick up the pieces.” 

“I love you, dove.” You curled into his chest, weeping and weeping until your voice was hoarse and your head throbbed. Azriel stroked your hair, pressing kisses on the side of your head. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” he repeated in your ear like a lullaby. 

Shadows swirled through your form, placing a million, tiny little kisses on your skin. One swept over your cheek, curling through your ear to hum a familiar tune that you haven’t heard since you were a child. The song was soothing, reminding you of the time before your family lost your fortune, when you would play the grand piano in the music room, singing into the late hours of the night. Your mother had always scolded you for it, but your sisters would oftentimes curl up on the carpet to listen to your voice. 

Despite yourself, you hummed along softly. In the darkness of Azriel’s wings, a golden bright light glowed from your chest as though the music was coming alive from within you. He unfurled them slowly as shadow and light danced together until the thread formed a bridge between you. When you looked up, the shadowsinger's eyes were lined with silver. 

“It was you,” Azriel whispered. “In my father’s dungeons. I heard you.” 

Beneath your palm, Azriel’s heart thundered in his chest. You could feel it as though it were your own. It echoed in your ears, thrumming to the beat of your own heart as though yours and Azriel’s were one and the same. 

“What do you mean, Az?” 

Tears flooded his eyes and it knocked the very air out of your lungs. A protective instinct awakened inside of you as Azriel released a shaky breath. “When I was stuck in the darkness, I heard my shadows sing that same song. I’d been in that cell for so long that I was ready to lose hope, but then your song pierced through the silence.” 

An ache formed in your chest as Azriel recalled the painful memory. You reached out to touch him, wiping the tears streaming down his face. Golden bursts of light thread through your fingers and into his hair and Azriel’s shadows intertwined themselves in its gleam. 

“How is that possible?” you asked. 

“The bond,” Azriel says. “I heard you through the bond. I felt you and you saved me.” 

A memory floated through the surface. You were alone in the night, sitting in that same music room with your fingers hovering over the keys of the grand piano. An overwhelming sense of hopelessness and despair washed over you in waves, knocking into you again and again until you felt like you were drowning in it. The loneliness felt like a sentient being. A beast clawing to be released. You understood its pain and anger and fear because you’ve felt it all your life. The darkness didn’t scare you. It just needed a friend and you recognized that longing more than anyone, so you sang. A harmonious melody to soothe the feeling of isolation you both shared. 

You’d felt its pull all your life. That darkness - it wasn’t the same one that suffocated you when you were plunged into the Cauldron. It wasn’t evil or malevolent. The veil of shadow you’d felt that night had become a part of you and you’d carried it all along without truly knowing what it was.

“I- I felt you too,” you confirm. “That night. You needed a friend and so did I. When I reached out, I could feel the pain, the grief, the sorrow, the love, the joy. I think it’s been here all along.” You clutch at your chest. 

“What does that mean, Az?” you asked softly, but you already knew. The word was ingrained in every fiber of your being. Echoing in the depths of all that you were, are, and would be.

Mate. 

The bond of shadow and light snapped taut between you and it felt as though your very soul aligned to his.

Azriel placed your hand over his heart. “You’re - you’re my mate.” 

You couldn’t breathe. A mix of emotions welled up in your chest again. “Are you - is that okay with you?” 

He cupped your cheek in his hand. “Of course it is. I meant what I said, dove. I love you. Not because the Cauldron chose us to be mates, but because I chose you and I will do so every day for the rest of my life.” 

“I choose you too, Azriel. I think I’ve loved you longer than I realized,” the tension fell from your shoulders as you finally allowed yourself to say the words. “You saw me when no one else really ever has.”

Azriel wrapped his wings around you. In the cocoon of night, your skin glowed golden. His shadows twirled and danced with your light, weaving through your wrists and into your hair. The pure look of adoration on Azriel’s face made your heart melt. 

“I told you that I wouldn’t stop until you saw yourself as I saw you. Well, this is exactly what I’ve always seen. You are pure light, dove. Bright and burning, just for me.” 

You looked up at him and felt the love traveling down that bond of yours. When you leaned in to cup his face, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Azriel’s eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his forehead against yours. His nose brushed against yours and in the most gentle manner possible, he closed the gap between you and kissed you. 

The moment your lips met, you felt the light pulse within you. It bathed the both of you in its warmth, soft and golden like the rising sun. You felt complete in Azriel’s arms like all those years of feeling out of place and invisible were washed away with that one action. He felt like home. 

“All my life, it’s been nothing but dusk,” Azriel whispers. “But then you came and brought the dawn with your light.” 

This beautiful male would never stop taking your breath away. “You are my moon and stars, Azriel. I only learned to appreciate the darkness because of you.”

Azriel kissed you again, soft and sweet as though he was putting the broken pieces back together just like he promised. His shadows twined around you, their gentle caress a loving reminder of the bond you now shared. 

“They like you,” Azriel says with a smile. 

“I like them, too.” You chuckled as one of his shadows danced with your light. “But I like my mate most of all.” 

You kissed the tip of his nose, making Azriel beam. “Mate. I like the sound of that.”

“Why are we only feeling it now?” 

Azriel blinked, tilting his head in thought. “I think it’s because you finally let me in. You allowed yourself to be vulnerable enough to truly feel the bond.” 

With that, you felt a loving tug on the bond of shadow and light. The golden beams shimmered on your skin and Azriel reached out to caress one. “I think I know what you are, dove.” 

“What am I?” 

Azriel tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re a phoenix. The Cauldron tried to snuff out your light, but you rose from the ashes.” 

You didn’t know what it meant or even what being a phoenix entailed, but you didn’t feel worried. Instead, you felt relief. “Thank you, Az.” 

“For what?” 

You smiled. “For seeing me.” 

Azriel wrapped you in his arms once more and you melted into him. Whatever came next, you knew that he would be by your side to help figure it out.

For now, you were just content to feel safe in your mate’s embrace.

Key

Genre: [♤] = Angst                  [♧] = Adventure/Action  [♔] = Crack/Comedy  [♡] = Fluff  [❁] = Fantasy              [♢] = Thriller/Scary [☆] = Mature themes   [★] = Smut [➵] = Trigger warnings

Status:       [✎] = Projects             [✉] = Request   [✓] = Complete            [X] = Incomplete    [  ] = Coming soon       [∞] = On going

[Sitting in their/your lap]  ☆♤♡♔

[Saying another name]  ☆★♡♔ 

[Wearing their/your clothes]  ☆♡♔

[Fidgeting]  ☆★

[Getting your Period]  ☆

[Crying]  ♤♡♔

[Singing/rapping/dancing]

[Getting hard] ☆★

[Favorite part of you]  ☆★

[Thigh Riding]  ☆★

[Pregnancy Reveal] ☆★♡♔

[Perfect]  ♡♔

[Walking in on them]  ☆★♡♔

[Walking in on you]  ☆★♡♔

[Being walked in on together]  ☆★♡♔

[Significant other is CEO]  ♡♔♤

First time for them  ☆★♡♔

First time for you  ☆★♡♔

Honeymoon night  ☆★♡♔

Star Signs:

Star signs as [RunBTS] Star signs as [BTS songs] [Part 2]

[BTS Text Imagines]

[Bangtan Sonyeondan and the Purple Magic]

BTS go to Hogwarts 

[BTS Birthday - One Wish]  ♡♣️

[Kisaeng]  ♡♣️☆♔➵✎

[Mall Santa] NJxJMxReader ♡♔✎

[Cold]  ❁♤☆♢♧➵

[Lost Boys]  ❁♡♤☆♢♧➵

[The Check-up]  ☆➵ [A Very Bad Day]  ♡♤♔✉  [Soul Food]  ♡♤♔✉❁ [Jinnie]  ♡♤♔❁♧ [Side Dishes]  ♢❁✎ [Even the cake is in tiers] ♡♤♔❁♧

1. [Music is the spark that sets my soul on fire]  ♡✉✓            2. [Dance is the celebration of the flame]  ♡✉✓ [Baby girl]  ♡✉ [Bonnie and Clyde] Mafia au ♡♤☆♢♧✉ [Royal Pain]  ❁♡♧✎ [SEA]  ♡♤☆♧♔➵

[Feel Better]  ♡♧  [Blue Side]  ♤❁➵ [Steal my sunshine]  ♧✎ [I wish there were more good days] ♡♤✎

[Peace]  ♡✉ [Pizza]  ♡✉ [The bomb]  ☆♤♡♧♔♢➵ [Pandemonium]  ☆♤♡❁ [Namjoon the giant and his tiny friend] ♡♤❁ [Talk is Cheap]

[Death need no invitation]  ☆★♤♡❁➵  (same storyline as [Me and the ghost in number 23] but a one-shot instead of chapters) [Herb] [Herb.2]☆★♡♤♔➵ [Kitten]  ☆★✉ [Beach]  ☆★✉ [Wild space]  ☆♡❁ [Daylight]  ♡♤♔♧❁ [I Kendo it]  ♡♤♔♧ 

[Horror movies]  ♡♔ [Love Listening] [Part 2]  ☆★♤♡➵ [Stars]  ♡✉ [Dangerous]  ♡✉ [Um…]  ♡✉ [Like real people do]  ♡✉❁  [Video games] ☆★✉ [Salad]  ☆★✉ [Ramen]  ☆★✉   [Temptation] ☆★✉ [Mad]  ☆★♤♡♢➵

[I will wait (Some say)]  ♤♡ [Dude]  ♡✉ [Stretch]  ♡✉ [Icecream]  ♡✉ [Autism]  ♡✉ [Lap] Mafia au  ☆★♤✉    [Jealous]  ♡♤✉ [Actions Speaker Louder Than Words] [Part 2] [Part 3] ♡♤✎

[WAITING FOR YOU ANPANMAN!] ♡☆♔❁♧♤

Your life may be considered a little unsavory, but you would call it dangerously cozy. When a group of crime fighting young men put your plans on hold. Over run with criminals they work to protect the innocent and stop these malicious acts of violence.

[I’m Dead]  ☆★♤♡❁♔✓➵

Woken one night by memories of the past you meet a mysterious man on your balcony. He is cocky and charming and you find yourself swept up in something that is bigger than you can imagine. Why? Because he is death. And because your meeting is long overdue.

[Curse]  ♡♤❁♔✓

A modern-day fairy tale whereby seven young princes born under King Bang’s greed cannot find true love. Unless they break a special spell, called the ‘Bang curse’. In order to break the curse, Prince Seokjin must be loved by a ‘Blue’ blood, by a royal. That seems almost impossible when you have a pig nose. (based off the movie Penelope)

[Wash Out]  ♤♡❁♔♧✓

Taehyung and his best friend Y/N are Dolphin trainers at Wash Out; Marine Wildlife and Theme Park. When the nerdy marine biologist and resident veterinarian Doctor Kim Namjoon goes missing; the two friends form a ragtag team with Taehyung’s rival Seokjin and a…. Fish?

[Midnight Circus]  ☆♤♧  

Traveling through the back alleys is the midnight circus. Step inside and fill your curiosity by gazing at the freaks of the night. IF YOU DARE.

[Family Secrets]  ☆★♤♡♔♧

Suga is a spy who threw away his name years ago. His latest mission requires maximum stealth he must find a wife, child and house. Taehyung aka 103899V is a child who has been the subject of extensive experiments and can now read minds, and you, you are a hitman. Each of you must keep your secrets from one another. A truly one of a kind family. (inspired by ‘Spy x Family’.)

[Choices]  ☆♤♡❁♔♧

Soulmate Au

[Quarantine]  ☆♤♡➵✓  ( ★ in separate marked chapters)

ALERT! The city has shut down!

While you happen to be visiting the BigHit building. The government puts out an Alert across the entire Seoul area. Banning anyone from stepping outside, while they disinfect the streets. But you aren’t alone, you happen to meet the international Kpop boy group ‘Bangtan Sonyeondan’.

[Femme Ft. BigBang, TXT, NCT, BLACKPINK]  ☆♡★♤♔✓  

(Femme is french for female. I mean NO offense to any of my fellow LGBTQIA+ community when I use this term) The Year is 3019. Some Females (Femme) were preserved cryogenically in an effort to prevent extinction. Using Elite computer algorithms a Femme is matched with her Male applicants to find the perfect match. Male applicants are usually selected whilst in school and housed together to create trust before they are matched with their femme. It is common for a Femme to be paired with 3-5 applicants due to the shortage and the compatibility between each. But you, you have 7.

[Me and the ghost in Number 23] ☆★♤♡❁➵✓  

(the same storyline as Death need no invitation just extended into chapters instead of a one-shot)  Moving into your new apartment on the dance academy campus, you hear is haunted. You practice your routines with the ghoulish resident in the second bedroom. Things get heated, except you know ghosts are cold. so…

[Witching Ft. Monsta X]  ☆♤❁♧✓

After your brother goes missing, you find yourself in Seoul with nothing but a prosthetic limb as the only clue to what might have happened. Circumstances lead you to a coven of seven handsome young men. But they happen to be a well-known coven that goes by the name ‘Bangtan Boys’.

[Tiny Tan - Limited Edition]  ♔❁♧♡✓

It is your first time buying proper merchandise, there are new chibi figurines and the first person to order will receive a limited edition set. But what happens when BTS have gone missing without a trace and a few days later you receive your package. The box says congratulations, you open to find your limited edition figures, they look so lifelike. OH WAIT! it’s cause they are.

[Light it up]  ♔❁♧♡☆✓

In Bightville there is never any nonsense, the scariest thing one might face is tripping at the roller-disco. But, when you move to the small town, crazy things start to happen. Suddenly people are going missing without any leads. It’s when your neighbour Seokjin goes missing that things get serious because now his friends suspect you!

[BTS Among Us] ♔❁♧♡♢☆♤➵✓

You have a crew of 11, well now 10. The captain has been killed. Whatever it is doesn’t appear to be human but from the evidence you gathered, whatever it is, is pretending to be one of you. Who is it and why?

[BTS 365 Prompts] ☆★♡♤♔❁♧➵✓

Seven boys. Seven days a week. 365 prompts. Find your birthday and read your special prompt. (feel free to use them.)

[MANIA]  ☆★♤❁✓

At eighteen everyone takes a blood test to find out their blood types. A, B, or O. Each blood type represents the person’s secondary gender Alpha, Beta or Omega and can be Dominant (+) or Recessive (-). When small thin Yoongi receives his letter he doesn’t expect A+. He knew there was no way he was an Alpha especially not a dominant.

[Hope in the Sheets]  ☆♡★♤♔➵

You held many titles: his neighbour, colleague, wingman… well, more likely a wing-woman, yet most importantly, you were his best friend. You had been friends since you were born. Between the two of you, you were younger; barely, but he never let you forget it. He always seemed to ruffle your hair and tease you, which could get rather annoying but he made up for it by treating you to things. What if a drunken one night stand between you and your best friend Hoseok leads to more complicated situations? Your reckless twenties are cut short as you find yourself suddenly responsible for something a little more.

[Sly like a… ?] ♧♔❁♡♤X (☆★ in seperate marked chapters)

Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

[Sparks of the Heart]  ☆★♡♤♔❁   

In a world where Humans live alongside humanoid computers. They can download software, use the Internet, send e-mails, or receive calls. A learning software helps mould their personality, habits, and knowledge, to make life much simpler. They must stay charged up in order to continue working properly. But there are a small few that are changing. Feeling.

[Seoul Mates]  ☆♡★♤♔∞

Finding your Soulmate is one thing trying to keep them in Seoul another. The Bangtan Boys each have a different Soulmate mark. Follow their journey to discover their other half.

Story request OPEN!

[BTS Asks]  ☆★♡♤♔➵∞

You ask, they answer.

[Jodo-Myeon National School of Magic]   No set storyline or story format.

[Incarceration]

The world’s craftiest criminals held in the most expensive and elaborate prison. What do they do to capture your attention? 

Prologue

AUTHOR TALKS: This is my first Klaus Mikaelson fic!! Let me know any suggestions you guys have and if you guys enjoyed it. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. ❤❤

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There is nothing more permanent in this world than Death, a terrifying concept that many people overlook till it is their time to leave the life they had so painfully created. Yet Death would continue to take its toll and paving way for newer generations, whose life it shall eventually consume. It was after all the Grim Reaper's job. 

The Grim Reaper, is all but Death personified, responsible for the collection of souls, often represented as a hooded-scythe carrying creature. But here the Reaper is nothing like the stories we have heard in our childhood, ones that mothers used to tell their children to scare them to sleep, people who had been unfortunate enough to witness her always thought that she was beauty in itself, this prevented them from suspecting that she was there to end them in the most gruesome way one had ever seen.

She was The Reaper to HYDRA; nothing but a pawn in their game. Someone who could kill whoever they wanted, whenever they desired.

Arianna Orlova had been under HYDRA'S captivity for ages, making them believe that she was their puppet, bidding her time. Waiting for an opportunity to strike back at her creators. It hadn't been easy considering the tight leash they had on her. But they could do only so much to keep the monster they had created under their control.

She waited patiently as the snow covered the ground followed by the rays of sun burning her skin, if there was one thing she had learned in the duration of her time with HYDRA was patience. She was like a snake waiting for its prey to let its guard down to strike and win its meal.

And after 70 years of experiencing nothing but torture, death and pain her time had finally come, she let the monster that they had created loose and enjoyed the look of fear in their eyes just as the light in them faded to oblivion, she escaped their clutches and made sure to let the world know that the infamous Reaper was dead.

Arya Prince as she now called herself, was sitting on the terrace of an old building in New York, over looking and trying to get lost within the loud noises of the city that never sleeps. It had been a peaceful day well, as far as a SHIELD agent is considered.

After cleaning the mess created by an Asgardian God, all she wanted to do was to have a night of dream less sleep which apparently was too much to ask for.

Nightmares plagued her sleep leading the assassin to sit on the rooftop nursing her rare bottle of beer, a streak that she enjoys only when her mission is completed.

The solitude was broken quite rudely by the blaring of her phone. She sighs and sets her bottle down, she knows that if someone was calling on her phone it meant, it had to be important as only a handful of people knew her number.

She sported a rare smile seeing the the contact ID. "Well, Well if it isn't my favorite suited Original? How may this lowly peasant be of help my Lord?" "Aari I need your help regarding my brother." Hearing him so worried, she instantly understood the gravity of the situation. "Let me guess, your brother found the doppelgänger." She had heard rumors of the doppelgänger through her many contacts. "Not quite, I found information that she is currently in Mystic Falls and I am headed that way, I would like to know if you would accompany me."

"I would love to Eli, send me your location." "I shall be waiting for your company." Finishing her drink, she picked up her helmet, "Well I guess Mystic falls here I come."

Little did she know how this one trip to Mystic Falls would change her life forever.

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