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Because telling fat people that they are in fact humans that deserve dignity and respect automatically means you’re ~*GLORIFYING OBESITY*~

By the way, don’t dribble on to me saying you worry about a fat person’s ‘health’. That’s just a bullshit excuse to voice your unwanted opinion on a fat person’s body considering you wouldn’t give a single flying fuckadoodle about someone’s health if they were skinny. Besides another person’s health is none of your damned business anyway. Run along now and preach to a choir that actually cares.

I’m going to be honest, so long as you’re not hurting anyone, you can eat soy sauce and milk duds all day long for all I care.

There’s a War On (Steve x Reader)

#37: “I know that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”

and #50: “It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong”

Per request of @carleyynicole Hope you like it, I’m so sorry for the super long wait!

A/N: This does NOT contain Civil War spoilers!

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You pressed your back against the rough bark of a thick tree as you tried to calm your heavy breathing. The shade from the trees above you did nothing to keep the hot July sun from overheating your skin and leaving you dehydrated. 

“(Y/N)!” You jumped in shock as the comm in your ear startled you back into reality. You had been running for a while and hadn’t heard nor seen any of your fellow Avengers in what felt like ages. It came as no surprise that Tony was the one frantically hissing in your ear. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

“You know damn well what I’m doing!” You were still slightly out of breath, but thankfully your comment still packed a punch. 

“You mean going rogue?! Stick to the plan!” 

“I know you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it.”

“I have got to stop letting you spend so much time with Fury,” Tony sighed in frustration. You could practically hear his eyes rolling. “And it is not a stupid plan! Now get back here before you get shot!”

“I already told you I’m not coming back! Stick to your plan if you want to, but I’ll have no part of it!”

There was silence for a few moments. You couldn’t tell if he had given up or if he was on his way to drag you back by the ear. 

“(Y/N)… Be careful okay? I love you. No matter what.” The sincerity in his voice touched your heart. It was a tone you rarely heard from Tony especially in such a high stress situation like this. 

“Yeah dad. I love you too.”

~~~

You stayed behind the tree for a few more minutes before moving on and continuing to dart around the forest. It was bright as ever, but minus the random comm messages you would get from your team throughout the day it was mostly silent. 

It had been about an hour and a half since you last heard anything when your dad started talking again, this time with an edge of defeat and sadness lacing his tone. “(Y/N)? Do you copy?”

“Dad what’s wrong?” You could feel your stomach drop at his tone and a chill run through your body despite the blistering heat. 

“I know you didn’t want to be a part of this fight. I’m sorry that I dragged you into this, but your the only one left. (Y/N)…. I’ve been hit.” You let your head hang down as you screwed your eyes shut willing the last few words out of your dads lips to be a lie. “I… I know you love him but Steve has to be stopped. It’s for the best.” Hearing your dad say Steve’s name made your heart clench as you knew what you had to do.

“Dad you know I-”

“I can’t talk anymore (Y/N). Make me proud.” And with that last interruption Tony was gone. You were all alone in the forest. Well not alone. Out there somewhere was the man you loved. A man who needed to be stopped if everything was going to be okay.

~~~

It took you about a half hour to find Steve standing in a large clearing. His feet were spread, his shoulders squared, and his gun held tightly in his hands. The breeze pushed his golden hair gently to the side and the bright sun caused his eyes to squint in order to see. He looked like a god, but you knew what he was capable of. 

You were crouched behind a bush debating what to do when your father’s last words echoed in your mind. ‘Make me proud’. Nodding to yourself as encouragement you stood up, gun ready to fire, and faced the blonde haired, blue eyed super soldier. 

“Drop your weapon Steve!” Your voice was calm and even. Nothing like the quivering mess you felt like on the inside. 

Steve’s lips tugged minutely at the corners as his bright eyes met yours. “I should have known it was going to be a Stark at the end. A Stark started this so it’s only fitting a Stark tries to finish it.” 

“Tries to?” You quirked an eyebrow at his statement. “I’ve got you cornered babe.”

“True. But we both know you can’t do it (Y/N).”

There was a short pause as you took in his words before scoffing out a short “You wish,” and pulling the trigger on your gun.

Steve’s face turned to shock as the bullet hit him square in the chest. He fell dramatically to the ground clutching his wound and gasping out your name.

You rolled your eyes at his behavior before walking over to Steve and looking down at his now dirt covered form. “C’mon Steve get up. You’re getting all dirty.”

“I can’t. My fiancee just shot me in the chest and I’m dying.” Steve had on a puppy dog face and you knew exactly what was coming.

“You want me to kiss it all better don’t you?”

“Yes please,” Steve’s goofy smile brought one to your face as well as you held out your hand to help him up. When he was finally back on his feet you gave him a quick peck on the lips and started walking back towards the Avengers Base.

“Hey!” Steve called, picking up his dropped gun and walking after you. “You shot your own fiance in the chest and that’s the only get better kiss you’re gunna give him?”

“Steve you probably didn’t even feel that nerf bullet!” You chuckled at your fiance’s antics as he scoffed before grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in for another kiss. 

“Doesn’t mean you didn’t shoot me.” Steve moved his arm to drape across your shoulders while you let yours hug him around his waist. You were still making your way back to the base. You were sure by this point the rest of your teammates were getting antsy to see who came home victorious.

“Well you said I couldn’t and you know it’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”

“Yeah I probably shouldn’t have done that.” 

“Nope.”

“You know your dad is going to hold this over my head for the rest of our lives rights?”

“Awww. Probably.”

“Well at least it wasn’t over anything important…”

You halt in your tracks giving Steve an incredulous look. “Nothing important? Steven Grant Rogers you and my father just dragged every last one of the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes into the forest to shoot each other with nerf guns as a way to decide who got to play their Spotify album in the gym. If you don’t care next time don’t make me spend so much time running around the damned forest!” You gave a huff as you detached yourself from his side and started walking faster towards the base.

“Aw c’mon babe! Don’t be like that! I’m sorry! I love you!”

You threw up your hand, middle finger waving proudly as your muttered to yourself. “Next time those two want to butt heads they better not try to drag my ass into it.”

~~~

What I wish Civil War had actually been… Hope you guys liked it!(: 

Requests, ships, and preferences are open!

‘’You’re not afraid of me’’

A/N: I was in the mood to do a little Bucky one shot. Hope you like it! I’m feeling inspired to continue on with this story? not sure what’ll do. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes (pointers and tips about my grammar are appreciated since I want to get better). Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: Bucky doesn’t get afraid without having a reason to be.. To him, you don’t seem to be a reason enough

Warnings: None, I think .. 

Word count: 938

Your eyes flickered open, sunlight hurting your eyes. Your head ached and you looked around, trying to adjust to your surroundings. This place wasn’t familiar but it felt welcoming. You raised yourself up, flinching at the pain shooting down your body. Slowly you started remembering. 

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Are We Still Friends?

Pairing: Reader x Azriel

Summary: Worried about how his new relationship seems to be changing him, you talk to Azriel about your concerns. Things take a turn when he refuses to listen.

Warnings: some wine sipping, gossiping, angst, miscommunication, friend fighting, jealousy (but no one realizes), az being defensive and blind

Word Count: 5k

(Completed) Series Masterlist | Part Two

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“It’s not that I don’t like her.”

The words tasted as false as they were, and you grimaced the moment they slipped out, already bracing for the look Mor would throw your way. True to form, she didn’t disappoint, her expression halfway between amusement and exasperation.

A defeated sigh escaped as you accepted the glass of wine she offered, watching as she filled her own nearly to the brim.

“You’re better than me, then,” she hummed, settling back onto the couch across from you. “Because I don’t like her.”

You raised a brow. “You don’t like many people nowadays.”

She shrugged, casual as ever, though a smirk tugged at her lips. “True. I’m not exactly lining up for any peace medals, am I?”

You chuckled softly, leaning back in your chair. “I just… have this odd feeling about her, you know?”

Mor tilted her head, letting out a noncommittal hum. “Oh, I know. She drags Az around on a leash.”

You were tempted to say something about the irony in her words—remind her, in a loving manner, that she might've been guilty of that once upon a time, too. But you decided against it. She wasn't wrong.

You swirled the wine in your glass, watching the dark liquid move in slow, mesmerizing circles. The feeling wasn’t new; it had been there since the first time you’d met her. Azriel’s new girlfriend Selene was perfectly fine—charming, even. But there was something else, something you couldn’t quite name. Like a faint hum in the background of a quiet room, just irritating enough to notice but not enough to prove anything was wrong.

“Why don’t you talk to him?”

You glanced up, finding Mor’s bright brown eyes sharp and focused on you, the lazy humor of a moment ago gone.

“I doubt he’ll listen,” you admitted, resting the bottom of your glass on your thigh. “He didn’t listen to you.”

“That’s different.”

“It’s really not.”

Mor raised a brow like she wanted to argue, but she only sighed in response. “He’s been so weird about his love life. Gwyn didn’t work out. Elain’s probably the happiest out of all of us. Maybe he’s treading lightly.”

“Maybe,” you murmured, though you weren’t convinced.

Azriel had changed in small, almost imperceptible ways since everything had settled—since everyone had paired off and fallen in love. Everyone except you. And him.

You were fine with your situation, content in the quiet steadiness of your life. Azriel wasn’t. You knew it. He knew it, though he’d never admit it. So much of his self-worth was tangled up in whether he believed himself worthy of love. And the absence of it—of a solid, undeniable love in his life, of a partner, of a potential bond—seemed to weigh on him. To him, it wasn’t just an empty space; it was a failure.

You’d almost go as far as to say he’d become desperate, living in the shadows and watching his brothers experience loves so profound they might as well have been plucked from stories meant to inspire poets and dreamers.

Mating bonds were rare. You reminded yourself of that often. Your family was just an anomaly, their luck skewed impossibly high. But logic wasn’t enough to soothe Azriel, and it certainly wouldn’t stop him from chasing it. He was obsessive. Stubborn.

Nothing you said or did could change his perspective.

Mor’s voice pulled you out of your head again. “Speak of the devil,” she sang out. “Hi, Elain.”

Your gaze snapped up to the doorway, finding Elain standing just beyond the archway. She looked like a spooked deer, frozen in place with that polite smile you’d come to recognize as her default around company she hadn’t fully warmed up to yet.

“We were just talking about Azriel’s unfortunate romantic history,” Mor said smoothly. You glanced at Elain for her reaction.

It had taken time for that particular history to fade. Maybe it was appropriate to joke about now, but you personally would’ve waited a few more years before bringing it up so flippantly. Mor, however, had little patience for such niceties.

Elain’s expression didn’t shift beyond a faint flicker in her eyes, and you realized how much her composure had improved over the years. Then again, it had been a while since she and Lucien had found each other for good—long enough for their bond to solidify and for them to leave for the Day Court after their mating ceremony.

A twinge of jealousy sparked in you before you brushed it aside.

“We’re just gossiping in general. Want to join us?” you asked, gesturing to the chair beside you. Plush and inviting, it mirrored the one you sat on. “Unless Lucien is waiting for you upstairs?”

Elain’s cheeks flushed crimson. 

“Lucien’s still with Feyre, catching up,” she said, stepping further into the room. “What are you drinking?”

Mor reached for the bottle on the table, plucking it up and turning it in her hand to read the label.

“Something good and expensive,” she replied, with a half-hearted air of indulgence, before tilting her head at Elain with a faint grin.

“It’s from Rhys’s rather gluttonous collection,” you said, sensing Elain’s hesitation. “It won’t be missed at all.”

She smiled at that. “I’d love some.”

“There are a lot of glasses in that cabinet,” you said, pointing to the wood door with ornate carvings. “Grab whichever one you’d like.”

Mor sat up straighter, scooting herself back into the pillows behind her. You hummed, impressed, at her ability to hold both her full wine glass and the bottle without so much as a wobble.

You hadn’t spent much time with Elain one-on-one. Emissary duties had kept you busy during the years the Archeron sisters had adjusted to their new lives. But you liked Elain, from what you’d seen. She had a kind heart. She also had a sharp humor that surfaced at the oddest moments, usually when she and Lucien were whispering in corners, conspiratorial before seamlessly rejoining whatever social event they were at like they’d never left.

Elain returned and sat down with her chosen glass—a delicate crystal piece that gleamed in the soft light. Mor went to fill it instantly. 

“Can I ask why you were discussing Azriel’s romantic life?” Elain asked. Her voice was smooth, certain. No hesitation.

It didn’t faze her anymore, you realized—being such a strange, pivotal turning point in Azriel’s past experiences. She’d made peace with it, the way immortality seemed to demand. Time softened the edges of even the messiest situations, turning them into stories you could recount with startling detachment. Almost humorous, really.

Because how else could you explain being casual about the fact that your best friend had almost allowed his pride—and arrogance—and, somehow simultaneously, his insecurity—to lead him into a blood duel over Elain’s affections? A blood duel.

But now, it was just… something to write off. A distant memory, softened by the years and Lucien’s easy confidence. Lucien was better than you. You would’ve held that grudge against Azriel for many more years—long enough to make it a point of pride. But then again, Lucien had won everything he wanted in the end. He had the girl, the bond, the certainty that whatever lingering rivalry Azriel might feel was entirely one-sided.

It wasn’t important enough for Lucien to waste any more energy on.

You exchanged a glance with Mor, who arched a brow, clearly just as amused by Elain’s openness.

“Y/n doesn’t like his new girlfriend,” Mor said.

Your mouth fell open. “You don’t either.”

“True,” Mor agreed easily. She looked to Elain. “We don’t like her.”

“For clarification,” you said firmly, “I never said I didn’t like her.”

Mor laughed, sipping her wine with an amused grin.

Your face fell flat. “What?”

“Nothing,” she replied breezily. “But if you get a bad feeling about someone, that’s usually dislike.”

You resisted the urge to scowl, already turning over the guilt in your mind. You didn’t want to be that person—the kind who dismissed another female off the bat. Maybe your gut was wrong this time. Maybe her smile had reached her eyes, and you’d been too preoccupied to notice. Maybe her tone hadn’t been as assessing as you remembered, and you were projecting. You wanted to like her. You wanted to be happy for Azriel.

But he didn’t seem happy. He seemed distracted. Busy. Not himself.

And not the kind of busy you’d seen before—the methodical, obsessive focus he funneled into work or training. This was different, scattered in a way you couldn’t quite pin down. It had made sense in the beginning, when things were new and exciting, but now it was starting to feel uncomfortable. He’d started missing things—small things at first, like sparring sessions or those late-night conversations you, Mor, and him would have when you couldn’t sleep. Then came the bigger things. He’d stopped being able to review external court updates with you, even when those meetings were critical for your diplomatic roles.

Azriel had always been the one you could count on. Out of everyone, you considered him your closest friend—even more than Mor, though you’d never admit it out loud. But now it seemed like every time you made plans, Selene needed him more.

And then there was how fast it was all moving. Too fast. At a recent family dinner, she’d casually mentioned that she and Azriel could move in together—offhand, like it was the most obvious next step. Something about leaving the townhouse behind, creating a space with décor that matched her aesthetic. Azriel had just stayed quiet, looked at her like she’d just proposed the most brilliant idea in existence.

You noticed he did that. The way he looked at her. The way he’d looked at Elain and Gwyn back when they were seeing each other. It weirded you out—that tendency to put the people he saw as romantic interests on a pedestal, as though they were flawless. As though they were something he didn’t deserve.

You knew where it came from. That deep-rooted insecurity that even centuries hadn’t managed to erase. He didn’t see it, the way he wore himself down trying to prove his worth to people who, for the most part, had already accepted him. But you saw it. You always had.

And it made it harder to like Selene. To trust her intentions. Maybe that was unfair, but you couldn’t help but feel like she was just taking—taking all the parts of Azriel that used to be all of yours to share, and twisting them into something else. Something that didn’t include his family.

Still, you wanted to try. To let go of the gnawing irritation in your chest and convince yourself it didn’t matter. If she made him happy—truly happy—then none of it should matter. You were adamant on ensuring that you didn’t turn into the stereotypical overbearing female best friend.

Elain tapped her glass lightly. “Lucien doesn’t like her.”

You blinked back into reality. “Really?”

She nodded, a beat passing before she added, “To be honest, I’m not sure I do either.”

Mor leaned forward, grinning like she’d been handed a stack of gold. You almost wished Amren was here to bask in the moment. Amren didn’t like Azriel’s girlfriend, either. Maybe your family really was as unwelcoming as people claimed. Or maybe Selene simply brought out another level of scrutiny. The thought of either option made you feel bad— gross. 

“Why?” Mor asked.

“She was dismissive toward Lucien. And,” Elain hesitated, her brow furrowing slightly, “She seemed… entitled, I suppose. Especially with Azriel. Like she expected him to accommodate her every whim.”

You frowned, turning over her words. “I’m sure she was just nervous. We can be an intimidating group. Maybe she just needs time to settle in. We just want Az to be happy, right? So, if she makes him happy, then I’m absolutely fine with her.”

The silence that followed was thick. For a moment, you wondered if you’d said something wrong. Something weird.

“Are you?” Elain asked, her tone sincere.

“Are you?” Mor echoed at the same time, voice dripping with sarcasm.

You shot Mor a glare, but she only raised her brows and sipped her wine again, infuriatingly unbothered. Exhaling, you willed yourself to meet Elain’s gaze.

“I am,” you said, trying for conviction. “Really.”

Elain pursed her lips. Her gaze shifted to Mor, lingering longer than you liked, and then back to you.

“Alright,” she hummed. “I guess I was wrong.”

You stilled. Elain reclined deeper into her seat, accepting a refill from Mor. Her wine glass remained only half-full compared to yours and Mor’s.

Curiosity burned. You leaned forward. “What do you mean?”

Elain furrowed her brows. “What do I mean about what?”

“You said you guess you were wrong. What does that mean?”

Mor’s gaze bored into the side of your face. Any second now, you were sure she’d make some quip about how bothered you were. But you weren’t bothered. Just curious.

Elain swirled her wine, watching the light catch the liquid. “I’m not sure. Things feel off. Like something’s coming. Az needs help with it, I think.”

You froze. “Off? Like—how?”

She hesitated, thoughtful. “It’s hard to explain,” she murmured, her voice quieter now. “But I feel it. In my chest. My visions sometimes do that. That’s why I asked.”

Well, that unsettled you. You glanced at Mor, whose amused grin had fallen into something more contemplative.

It seemed you might need to have a conversation with Azriel after all.

“I don’t like that,” you admitted, your nose crinkling. 

“I think I heard him get back earlier. Go talk to him,” Mor said, her tone gentler now, though a hint of mischief lingered in her eyes. You didn’t read too much into that. Mor’s eyes tended to be expressive. She also tended to be mischievous when her blood was primarily red wine. 

“Okay,” you said. “Maybe just to check in.”

Elain nodded. “Just to check in,” she echoed, almost reassuring.

“Have fun,” Mor added, her grin returning just enough to be annoying, but not enough to distract you from the unease curling in your chest.

You didn’t respond, instead taking another slow sip of your drink. The glass clinked softly as you set it down on the table before you made your way upstairs.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Mor turned to Elain. “Did you really feel something that unsettling?”

Elain let out a laugh. “No,” she said lightly. “I completely made that up. But she doesn’t need to know that.”

Mor’s lips curled into a slow, wicked smile. Seconds later, her head tilted back in a laugh just as vibrant as it was unapologetic.

“Genius,” she declared, raising her glass in mock salute.

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The walk upstairs was quiet.

The townhome, in general, was quieter nowadays. Aside from the times others came to visit—like Lucien and Elain—only you and Azriel lived here full time.

When you reached Azriel’s bedroom door, your steps faltered for a moment. There was a hesitation in you that hadn't existed before. You raised your hand to knock, but the action felt more awkward than usual. It made you sad, momentarily, that you hesitated. You never second-guessed yourself with Azriel. You wanted to tread carefully in this new era of his life, though. You didn’t want to overstep, to become a nuisance. But whatever this was—whatever had unsettled Elain enough to mention it—you needed to know. Azriel had always been a constant for you, and if something felt “off,” you wanted to understand why.

Your knuckles rapped lightly on the door. “Az?” 

Inside, you heard the shuffle of movement, followed by his low, familiar voice. “Come in.”

You didn’t see Azriel immediately, but the smell of soap and the damp air told you that he recently showered. Shadows slithered across the floor, comfortable and excited, exploring the familiar confines of his room.

You greeted the tendrils as you usually did, letting them brush against your legs as you flopped onto his bed. The bed, like everything else in his room, was simple: plain black sheets, no extravagant pillows, just the bare necessities. It used to drive you mad, the emptiness of it all.  But what was in his room spoke volumes—— bare walls except for a dagger mount on one side, a small uncluttered desk with a well-worn sharpening stone. 

Azriel exiting the bathroom pulled your attention, your eyes settling on him as he rubbed his wet hair thoroughly with a towel. He shook his head slightly, wet curls bouncing onto his forehead, and met your gaze. His eyes flicked to where you lay, scanning your body. He nodded toward your feet.

“C’mon,” he almost whined. “No shoes on the bed.”

You looked down at yourself, grimacing as you realized that your shoes were, indeed, on his clean comforter. A simple set of house slippers, so nothing entirely too dirty, but it had completely slipped your mind. Very comfortable shoes, you noted, maybe you’d get Feyre a pair as a solstice gift.

“Oh whoops,” you said with an apologetic smile. “My bad, clean freak.”

He rolled his eyes, but you caught the quirk of his lips anyways.

For a moment, the old sense of comfort settled over you. But then, a thought crept in—the thought that maybe you shouldn’t lie on his bed like this anymore. It had been fine before, but now… now it felt different. He had someone else in his life. It wasn’t weird, exactly, but it was a little inappropriate.

You sat up straighter.

“Did you and Mor grow tired of rehashing the same centuries old gossip?” He teased.

You snorted, watching as his shadows flitted above his shoulders. They were amused, laughing in their own way. “Never,” you responded, pushing yourself off his bed. You were drawn to the otherside of his room, to the simple dresser against the wall. “Elain joined us this time.”

Your back was to him, but you had a feeling that the momentary silence, the stillness that you felt, was a knee-jerk reaction from Azriel—something reminiscent of embarrassment, shame, or guilt at her name. But all he responded was, “Oh?”

“I like her,” you said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I kinda wish I spent more time with her…”

You paused, your words trailing off quietly as you took in the small details before you. 

Azriel’s dresser had always been the one surface he decorated, not because he cared for decoration, but because it was the only surface large enough to hold anything. Over the years, it had become a quiet testament to the things that mattered to him: a mix of Solstice and birthday gifts, trinkets you’d both collected on missions and trips. You liked seeing what had changed, what had been added. It gave you a glimpse into where Azriel had been, who had been with him. 

Lately, there had been more—more trinkets, more oddities that stood in stark contrast to the weapons displayed elsewhere, the ones mostly hidden away in his closet. A macaroni necklace from Nyx. A horribly made clay version of him you’d created during a drunken pottery night with Feyre, Mor, and Amren.

But now, the dresser was foreign. The once familiar surface had been wiped clean, replaced by delicate perfume bottles, jewelry that looked too fine to be his, and a candle that smelled—oddly—like the puke of a flower faerie. Some of it was new. Most of it was hers.

Azriel’s presence had vanished from his own furniture entirely.

“Huh.”

“What?” Azriel asked.

You glanced over your shoulder. “I see you’ve decorated more.”

Azriel tilted his head, and a few of his shadows slithered down his body, crossing the room to pool around your ankles. “I guess,” he said. “Selene said my room needed more life.”

You leaned forward, brushing your fingers along the ceramic jewelry dish, the cool surface sending a strange chill through your skin. The shadows flickered over your hand, almost as if they were inspecting it too. They moved with purpose, then slowly obscured it, hiding it from view.

You frowned, confused.

Azriel, still silent, was rifling through his closet. You could feel the weight of his eyes on you as he moved, but he said nothing. The shadows returned to his side as you turned to look at him.

"Are you going somewhere?" you asked, trying to break the silence.

Now, Azriel barely spared you a glance.

“Yeah. Meeting Selene,” he replied simply.

After a few seconds of silence, Azriel turned his head and properly held your gaze. “Why? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you responded with a casual wave of your hand, but Elain’s words echoed in your mind. You cleared your throat. “Well, actually, no. I was hoping I could talk to you.”

He frowned, standing up straighter, his wings flexing with the motion. “Is it something serious?”

You paused, carefully filtering through your words. “No, just something that’s been on my mind.”

Azriel studied you, doubt flickering in his hazel eyes. It was the kind of look that always made you feel like he was reading you too easily. He probably didn’t believe you, not entirely—but he nodded anyway. His lips curved into a small, apologetic smile. “Raincheck then?”

You mirrored his smile, though it felt thin. “Yeah, sure. We can talk tomorrow, once we’re back from the Hewn City.”

Azriel stilled. The way his gaze dropped to the floor and lingered felt like a guilty dog, an animal caught in an act forbidden. “Shit,” he said, his tone cautious. “I can’t go.”

You blinked, the words taking a moment to settle. “Seriously? Az, Rhys is expecting an update.”

“I’m sorry.” He sounded sincere enough. It didn’t matter. “But you can handle it on your own, you know this.” 

“Are you serious?” you said, the hurt slipping out before you could stop it. “I don’t want to deal with Keir alone.”

Azriel sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll talk to Rhys, but Selene’s been wanting to—”

“Never mind,” you cut him off, shaking your head. You forced a smile. “Have fun tonight. And tomorrow.”

Azriel scanned your face. After another moment of silence, he sighed.

“Okay, what is it?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “You clearly have something on your mind. Tell me.”

You hesitated, holding his gaze. “I actually wanted to talk to you about Selene.”

Azriel’s jaw tightened instantly. He looked away, his tongue running across his teeth as he shook his head. “Not you too. Don’t be like this.”

Your frown deepened, offended by the immediate shift in tone. “Be like what? I haven’t even said anything yet.”

He met your eyes again, his stare almost challenging. “We both know what you’re going to say.”

“Do we?”

“First Mor, then Nesta, and now you.” His voice was sharp, but not loud. “Should I be concerned that the females in my life are so quick to rally against my girlfriend?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms to mirror his pose. “Well, yeah, Az. Maybe you should be.”

He rolled his eyes, the shadows at his feet flickering with the motion. “Fine. What do you want to tell me, then?”

For a moment, you hesitated, the words lingering on the edge of your tongue. Azriel had always been good at looking through you, unraveling thoughts you hadn’t fully formed yet. And now, under the weight of his sharp gaze, you felt exposed.

“I just want to make sure you’re happy.”

Something flickered in his expression, quick and fleeting—too fast for you to decipher. For the first time in a long while, Azriel felt unreadable, like he’d drawn a curtain between himself and you. “Really?” he asked, his tone tight, almost incredulous.

You faltered, a small thread of doubt weaving its way through your resolve. Was he happy? Would he even tell you if he wasn’t?

“Yes, really,” you replied, a defensive edge creeping into your voice. “You’ve been distant lately. Running around at her beck and call. None of us know her. I want to understand what’s going on with you. I want to understand her.”

Azriel’s wings shifted again, his gaze hardening.

“I want to make sure this is the kind of relationship you want,” you finished, quieter now.

The room fell into silence, heavy and still. Azriel watched you as if he was turning your words over and over in his mind. You waited, unsure of what to expect—if anything at all.

“I wouldn’t be in a relationship I didn’t want. Can we drop it, please.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. What a strange, dismissive answer. It bothered you— bothered you more than anything he’d ever told you before. 

“Az, I just don’t want you to change who you are for someone. You don’t need to cater to her every whim.”

His expression darkened, shadows curling tighter around his boots. “I’m her boyfriend. I do what she asks.”

You raised an eyebrow, unable to stop the scoff that slipped out. Azriel had never been so clipped with you. “That’s not the definition of a boyfriend. That’s the definition of a bitch.”

Azriel’s jaw clenched, his wings flaring in irritation. “Excuse me?”  His voice cut through the room. “Do you really think I’m some incompetent love-sick loser?”

“I think you stop seeing flaws in the people you love.”

The words hung between you, heavier than you’d anticipated. A small part of you wondered if “love” was the word Azriel would use to describe his feelings for her. Another part worried that he didn’t correct you.

“That’s not true.”

“It’s not?”

“No,” he snapped. “I can clearly see that you’re being unfair. Quick to judge, much like Mor. That’s a flaw.”

“Oh, please,” you shot back, “You know what I meant. The people you’re infatuated with—”

“Where is this sudden concern coming from?” he interrupted, his shadows now beginning to curl between you like restless mediators, unsure where to settle. “Are you trying to cause issues?”

Something ran hot through your body.

“Seriously? I’m talking to you about this because I care. Because Elain had some cryptic feeling about you—”

“Elain is involved in this conversation, too?” His voice dripped with frustration now. “Gods, Y/n, should I send word for Gwyn while we’re at it? Get her opinion?”

“What the hell has gotten into you?” You took an authoritative step forward.  “I’ve never judged you. I’ve always tried to support you and your messy love life, no matter how complicated. Don’t you trust me, Azriel? As a friend?”

Azriel didn’t respond immediately, his shadows flickering uncertainly, still deciding whether to retreat or rise.

You gestured around the room. “Look at this place. You’ve erased all traces of your family—of you, of us. Where did you even put—”

“Oh, gods.” Azriel’s voice broke through, and for a moment, you thought he might crumble. His wings folded, and his hand dragged across his face, the weight of his exhaustion sinking in. “She was right.”

You froze. “What?”

Azriel met your gaze, his eyes hesitant for a heartbeat before turning sharp. “About you. Selene said you were jealous. That you had feelings for me.”

The words hit like a slap, and your world tilted on its axis. “What?” you asked again, your voice breaking on the word. Maybe you had misheard him. Maybe he had misspoken.

“I told her she was wrong. But now…” He let the sentence hang in the air, searching your face for something that maybe wasn’t even there.

“Now, what?” Your voice rose, tinged with anger. “You think I’m here because I’m jealous? Because I have some… crush on you?”

His wings flared slightly at your tone, but he didn’t back down. “I don’t know. It’s just—why else would you care so much about this?”

Your stomach twisted, a deep, cold ache settling there. “Why else?” you repeated, the words bitter on your tongue. “Because I care about you, Azriel. Because you’ve been my friend for centuries. Are you seriously confused about this?” 

For a moment, Azriel’s expression faltered, but he didn’t apologize. Instead, he said, “I didn’t ask you to care about my love life.”

“You didn’t have to,” you snapped, stepping closer. “That’s what friends do. But you’re standing there, letting her perception of me—someone who doesn’t even know me—warp your judgment. You’ve known me longer than that. Or at least, I thought you did. And the fact that you’d entertain this—” You stopped, shaking your head. “It’s insulting.”

Azriel said nothing. He just stood there, shadows now curling tighter around him. 

You had no idea how this conversation had gotten away from you, no idea how it turned into this—where this defensiveness, this anger, had come from. This wasn’t Azriel. Loyal, overly so. Impulsive. Protective. 

Or maybe it was. Maybe that loyalty was directed at someone else now—someone who clearly saw you as something threatening. You’d never been on the other side of Azriel before. Never thought you’d see the day. The realization hit like a slap to the face, leaving you shocked, stunned, a pit opening in your stomach that felt too deep to climb out of.

“You know what? Forget it.” You stepped back, the fight draining out of you all at once.

Azriel’s brows furrowed. “Really? That’s it?”

You glanced at him over your shoulder, your lips curving into something that might have been a smile if it weren’t so bitter. “Yeah,” you said, your voice flat. “That’s it.”

You turned for the door, hand on the handle, but paused. The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them, sharp and pointed, a petty jab that felt equal parts satisfying and hollow. “Make sure to lock this door when you leave—I’d hate to accidentally stumble back in and throw myself at you.”

Azriel stiffened, his wings snapping taut behind him. For a brief second, you thought he might say something, anything. But he didn’t.

You closed the door behind you with a heavy thud.

✹ ✶ 𖧷 ✶✹ 

authors note: no one tell them they probs have feelings for each other bc they’ll probably fight you (also elains moment is so self indulgent bc i would totally be making shit up based off my powers. like yeah actually you can’t be mean to be :/ powers are saying you’ll die if you are)

Part Two

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It had been a long day. Tony had been on the phone most of the day. His hands running thru his hair about every ten minutes. Making some lunch. You walked into Tony’s office and smiled at him. “I made lunch.” You said holding up the plates. Holding up his finger telling you he would be one minute. You can him a look that said lets eat. When that didn’t work. You gave him the puppy dog look. “Let me call you back. Y/N brought in lunch.” He said hanging up. “Thanks babe.” He said giving you a quick kiss. “You’re working to hard. Can’t you call it a day?” You said handing him his food. “I’ll be done soon.” He said taking a bite. “Tony come on. I haven’t seen you all day. You just got back. When do I get to see you. I’ve seen the mechanic more then I’ve seen you.” You said getting up and walking out of the office. Leaning back on the couch. He knew he had been ignoring you. He didn’t mean to. He just want to get this all done. The last thing he remembers is falling a sleep.

The house was quiet when Tony walked into the hallway. Wondering what happen to you. He started yelling out your name. “Y/N!” Tony screamed That’s when he heard your laugh. Your laugh was what he fell in love with first. Walking into the bedroom he saw who was making you laugh. It was the mechanic. “Run away with me Y/N. I’ll make all the time for you. You deserve all the attention.” “Let’s go.” You said grabbing his hand and running past Tony. “Y/N Y/N!” Tony started screaming.

Hearing your name you ran into the office to see Tony a sleep. He was having a bad dream and keep screaming your name. Straddling his lap. You tried to wake him up. “Tony, babe I’m here. Wake up.” You said touching his face. Tony slowly woke up. Surprised to see you. “You didn’t leave?” He said hugging you. “Of course I didn’t leave. Are you okay. You were having a bad dream.” You said hugging him back. “I dreamed you left me for the mechanic.” You started laughing. “It’s not funny.” “Tony, I’m never going to leave you. I just miss you. Beside our mechanic is like 80.” Tony gave you a look before he started chasing you to the bedroom.

Love in the Woods Part 2 (It’s Over)

Warning: cussing

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader, Steve, Wanda, Scott, Tony, Pepper

Request: Part 2 of Love in the Woods

@n03ypi3pi3 and @fivestar555

A/n: two fics in one day, I’m on a roll today

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               You sat in your room at the tower, waiting to hear from Bucky. When you got back to the tower, you didn’t want to deal with your father so you went to your room. You took a shower and slipped into one of Bucky’s shirts that you had managed to steal before the whole war started. You tried your best to get a good night’s sleep but without Bucky next to you, you knew that wasn’t going to happen.

               You looked at the clock on your night stand. Three in the morning, again. You got up, got dressed in an army green sundress pairing it with a pair of white open toed heels and made your way to the lab. You decided to carry your heels with you as you made your way to the lab since people were still sleeping. You looked at the monitor as you walked in. You smiled at the fact that you solved equation that you were working on yesterday, all the components were right. Your smile fell when you saw there were two more equations that needed to be solved. You walked over to Bruce’s tea machine and made yourself a cup a tea. You started working on the first equation, spending the next seven hours plugging in components. Solving it at the end of seven hours of work. That was when you heard someone walk into the lab.

               “Hey sweetie.” You recognized that voice as Pepper’s voice. “How’s everything going?”

               “Good, just got another equation solved for dad and now I’m getting ready to start on the next one.”

               “That’s not what I meant, sweetie.” Pepper always was like a mother to you and she always knew when something was different about you.

               You looked from the screen in front of you to her. “I don’t know what you mean Pep.” You tried to play it cool.

               “I know when you’re lying to me. You’re almost as bad as your father.” She placed her hands on her hips.

               You sighed a little, you hated that you haven’t about the baby. “If I tell you, will you promise not to tell dad. I don’t want him to freak out.” Pepper nodded her head. You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I’m pregnant.”

               She didn’t really looked shocked but she couldn’t contain her excitement. She wrapped her arms around you, giving you a huge hug. Tony walked in at that moment with the two usual cups of coffee, setting them down on the table next to you.

               “What’s going on?” Tony looked from Pepper to you, confusion written all over his face.

               “Nothing.” Pepper grabbed one of the coffees from the table before walking out of the lab.

               “What was that all about, (Y/n)?” Tony looked at you still confused.

               “Absolutely nothing, can’t Pep and I get along?” You looked at him, trying to remain as calm as possible.

               Just then the com device on your wrist started to make noises. It was from Bucky. Before Tony could ask you any questions, you practically ran out of the lab. You looked down at the device and it showed that Bucky was here in the building. Little did you know that Tony was hot on your heels. You made it to the elevator before Tony could get in, causing him to get mad.

               You had FRIDAY override every request to enter the elevator from anyone that way you can get to the lobby before Tony. You managed to get there within minutes and once you got there, the scene you saw wasn’t what you had in mind.

               Stepping out of the elevator, you saw Bucky and everyone on Steve’s side of this stupid war surrounded by men armed with automatic rifles. You ran over to Bucky, shoving one of the armed men out of your way as you wrapped your arms around Bucky’s waist.

               “Hey there, Doll.” Bucky kissed the top of your head. “I missed you.”

               “Funny, I don’t remember ever missing you.” Tony walked through the group of armed men. “Hell, I don’t remember telling you to ever come back here.”

               “You didn’t but I did.” You stepped in front of Bucky as Tony started walking towards him.

               “Why would you ever invite this monster into my tower?” Tony was pissed and you knew it but yet you didn’t care.

               “First of all, he is not a monster. Second, I love him and I don’t give a damn about what you have to say about him.” Your confidence grew as Bucky placed his hand on your lower back. “You don’t want to give up on this war, do you? You want Bucky and Steve along with everyone else to sign over their rights to live and protect those who can’t defend themselves.” You looked at Tony, right square in the eyes. “I’m not going to live in a building that no longer feels like a home when the father of my child is not sleeping next to me all because their grandfather wants to let the government control everything he does.” You didn’t give Tony a chance to respond to the fact that you said you were pregnant. You turned to Bucky and wrapped your arms around his waist one more time. “Let’s go Buck. If you are not welcomed in this hell whole, than nether am I.”

               You and Bucky turned around, walking out the door. You saw your motorcycle sitting outside with Pepper standing there waiting for you.

               “How did you know?” You looked at her confused.

               “I know Tony. I’ll talk to him, you go be happy since you are not happy here.” You let go of Bucky and gave Pepper another big hug.

               “Thank you so much Pep. You are truly like a mother to me and I couldn’t have been bless with anyone better.” You let go of Pepper as she handed you your helmet. You took off your com bracelet and handed it to her. “If you need to get a hold of me, this will. It’s connected to the one Bucky wears and only to his. It’s untraceable. It’s something I learned how to make from dad but I perfected his tech.” A big smile spread on her face as she took the device. “Also, tell Nat that I’m sorry for not telling her.”

               You slide your helmet on your head and straddled your bike. “Take care of her, Barnes. If not, you’ll have to deal with me and I’m worse than Tony.” You laughed as you started your bike while you waited for everyone else to be ready to leave. Clint, Wanda, Scott, and Sam climbed into a van while Steve and Bucky had their own bikes. Once everyone was ready you all took off.

 *Tony*

                 Tony practically ran back to the lab, stopping off at the bar on the way. He sat in his lounge chair in the lab with a bottle of scotch in hand as Pepper walked into the lab. He didn’t even look up at her as she walked in.

               “She’s gone.” He took a large swig from the bottle. “My baby girl is gone and I forced her out.”

               “Yes, Tony. She left not because of you but because of what has happened.” Pepper walked over to Tony and took the bottle from him. “She choose to keep her family together.”

               “I was the one who ripped it from her. As a father, how could I do that to her? I practically locked her up here away from him because of my own selfish needs.” He looked up at Pepper, tears ready to fall at any moment. “She was right. I’m not the man I once was.”

               “You may not be but show her that you are willing to fight for her. You may not like who she is with but she is her own being, she has chosen for herself and she is happy.”

               “I’ll show her I’ve changed.”

 *Time skip-5 months later*

                 You sat on the sofa with Wanda siting on your left with Bucky on your right with his human hand on your belly as you two cuddled on the couch. Sam and Steve were called out for something and left Scott, Bucky, and Wanda with you. Scott was in the kitchen making something for everyone to eat since you have been craving waffles and strawberries lately. All while Clint was at his farm.

               “How is little Stephanie doing today, (Y/n)?” Wanda looked over at you as you were curled up into Bucky side.

               “Great, I think she may be into kickboxing since this is the first time today she hasn’t kicked me.” You felt Bucky chuckle beside you. “It’s not funny, Buck. You try being pregnant with a super soldiers baby and see how you like it.” You playfully smacked his leg.

               “Leave her alone, Buck. I’ve seen the little printessa kick and the expression on (Y/n)’s face.” Wanda placed her hand on your leg and rubbed it affectionately. “Plus, (Y/n) has been worried about her father lately.”

               Bucky looked down at you, he felt you tense up when Tony was brought up. He wrapped both of his arms around you.

               “Foods ready, guys!” Scott called from the kitchen. Wanda stood up and helped you up. Your baby bump making it a bit hard to get up. Bucky helped you up from the couch with his hands on your ass.

               “Really, Buck? You have to help out that way.” You look down at him as you stood in front of him.

               “Hell yeah. I love your ass plus I get to be level with little Steph when I do.” You ran your fingers through Bucky’s hair as he kissed your belly while telling Stephanie that he loves her.

               Just then Steve and Sam walk through the door. “Hey (Y/n). There’s someone here who wants to see you.” You looked at both men very confused.

               “Tell them to come in, I’m heading into the kitchen. Scott made some waffles and I can hear them calling for me. Plus little Stephanie is hunger, Steve. You’re gonna tell me to wait to eat and let your god-daughter starve, how dare you.” You cocked an eyebrow at Steve as you fake a hurt expression.

               “Fine go eat.” You knew he couldn’t deny you anything when you told him it was for your baby. “I’ll show him in in a few minutes. Bucky, can I talk to you for a moment.” Bucky nodded, kissed your forehead as he got up off the couch.

               “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Try to save food for everyone.” You smacked Bucky on his right shoulder before he walked out of the room after Steve.

               You walked into the kitchen and made yourself a plate of waffles. You even grabbed a bowl of strawberries along with whip cream and syrup for your waffles. “Thank you soooo much Scottie. You are amazing.”

               “Your welcome (Y/n).” He walked around you and gave you a quick hug.

               You sat at the table and ate your waffles. Even got up a couple more times for more before Steve and Bucky walked into the kitchen followed by someone you haven’t expected, your father.

               “What are you doing here, Tony?” You were one to call him by his name when you were pissed. “Thought you had a war to fight.”

               “I changed my position on everything. I had someone convince me to think of others besides myself. Besides, I had Romanov threaten me every day to end this.”

               You had missed Nat so much over the past five months. You knew she would do anything to keep you safe. “When she found out about you being pregnant and after she saw the footage from the lobby, she practically ran into the lab with a knife trying to kill me.”

               “Well, you know how she is when it comes to me.” You looked at Tony, trying to figure out what he was doing.

               “I have ended this ‘Civil War’ and changed sides on the Accords. Everything is over and the fighting stops. We can be one big happy family again.”

               You got up from your seat as quickly as you could and waddled over to your father, pulling him into a much needed hug.

               “It’s all over”

whether you loved the game or hated it the attention to symbolism and synergy and motif in the story are fucking outstanding. they really do be making you feel some type of way. so imma ramble about the ones i think are great

The guitar:

the biggest symbol of love i have ever seen, its what connects joel and ellie past their complicated relationship and the repeat of future days is a motif at its bloody finest.

but guitar is also a symbol of ellies love for dina take on me and ecstasy are both such intimate moments that elude into a deep care between the two. as well as dina being ellies “groupie” and following her to seattle until she says she cant do it again and ellie must come to her is *chef kiss*

the guitar at the end is broken with her fingers gone but despite it all the tune is still there. despite all joels done and all ellies done the love between father and daughter is still there. and she forgives him and “lets him go” to live her life (assumedly in jackson)

The coins

nice and simple abby and ellie are two sides of the same coin. they are very similar people inside. just at different points in their revenge cycle. abby gets revenge on joel and the guilt does something to her and its jot until she spare ellie (ahem breaks the cycle) that she is able to truly move on. whereas with ellie she is haunted by her actions in her quest for revenge but objectively is able to heal once she lets abby go and breaks the cycle

another parallel between ellie and abby that i loved is that ellie loves spcae and the stars while abby is afraid of heights. ellie is quick and fast and stealthy. where abby is upfront and stong. (also the use of the dolly zoom from whenever you looked down from a height as abby had me in genuine awe)

The knife

loosing the knife in the abby fight was literally a letting go of the past and is LITERALLY a symbol of how ellie is done fighting. and one that makes me feel very emotional

also the shot of levs black converse (ellies iconic style) in the beginning of the santa barbara scene is brilliant synergy with the first game. abby and lev are just like joel and ellie and it shows how in the time between they now have that parental love that joel and ellie had

The moth in the journals

i know gross and druckmann said something about how the tattoo is a symbol of searching for the light/finding hope which YES. but also in the journals you see the drawing become more scribbled and less detailed the more ellie looses herself. which i thought was cool its very indicative of her mental state when writing.

ellies songs in the journals also get less and less frequent throughout the game as ellie looses herself and get replaced with information, names adresses faces. and only cone back at the end of the game with that poem about if dina and jj would still love her for what she is now. (gristle and bone/would i poison them)

ALSO DINAS BRACELET

a sign of love and luck and protection

ellie takes it off when she goes to santa barbara she feels she has lost it she doesn’t deserve it in her journal her regret of leaving dina and jj is crystal fucking clear but it was something that she had to do to successfully move on and start to heal. in the empty house she wears it again this is a symbol of hope and shows that when she returns to jackson the love will be there waiting for her

ANYWAY I RAMBLED BUT I LOVE THIS GAME AND I LOVE ITS WRITING IT MAKES YOU FEEL EXACTLY HOW IT NEEDS YOU TO. AND PLEASE ADD IF YOU THINK I MISSED ANY