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Lots of love, Saph ❤❤

This is so cute and endearing. Thank for feeding my love for cassian.

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Cassian x reader

Summary: Cassian is sick and his mate takes care of him

Warnings: none

A/n: it’s 4 am but I had the brilliant idea to drink coffee at 12 am so this is the product of my stupidity. I hope you enjoy :)

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Cassian on a regular day was affectionate, wanting to be near you as much as possible with random kisses placed here and there: your shoulder, collarbone, cheek, nose, forehead, jaw, literally any place he could reach. And you loved that. You loved that you had a sensitive and affectionate mate who wasn’t afraid of showing his emotions. You loved that at any time of day when you wanted comfort or human contact, your mate was there to provide it.

Sick Cassian, however, was on a whole other level. Affectionate like normal Cassian, only ten times as clingy. You barely got to get up from bed while he was sick and you had to admit, you loved every second of it. 

Currently, the 6’7 Illyrian lay in your shared bed, cuddled up in blankets with his head in your lap and coughing like his life depended on it. You stroked his hair in gentle motion, attempting to soothe the headache he no doubt had due to the coughing, the clogged sinuses, and staying up all night due to the coughing and clogged sinuses.

Cassian groaned, attempting to take a breath through his nose and failing. “I hate being sick,” he said in a congested voice.

You couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“I’m glad my misery is making you laugh,” he glared up at you.

“I’m not laughing at your misery!” You objected. “Okay, maybe I am,” you smiled. “But you’re just so adorable when you’re whiny and clingy like that. I can’t help it.”

Groaning, Cassian turned on his side, face buried in your stomach. You continued stroking his hair, burying your hand in it, and targeting all the spots on his scalp that made him putty in your hands.

He hummed in contentment, finally getting relief from the headache that had been ruining his morning. That was until another coughing fit took over.

Cassian sat up, hand cupping his mouth as he coughed violently. You grimaced, reaching out to rub his back. Cassian slumped back into you once he was done, back against the headboard and head resting on your shoulder.

“Would you like some soup, my love?” You asked, kissing his warm temple.

Furrowing your brows, you brought up the back of your hand to his forehead. The fever was back. You made a mental note to fetch some medicine along with the soup.

“Yes please,” he sniffled.

Turning on his side again to get comfortable, Cassian's arm went around your waist, pinning you to the bed.

“I need to get up to bring you soup, you know?” You laughed.

“But I wanna cuddle,” Cassian pouted.

“Soup is more important right now, Cassie. It’ll help you get better.” You attempted to pry his arm off but even sick, Cassian was stronger.

“Cuddling my mate will also help me get better,” he objected.

"Really? Says who?" you asked with a teasing smile.

"Madja," Cassian said. "Yes, she said it is imperative for a male to get cuddles from his mate when he's sick otherwise he may never get better! Do you want me to never get better, Y/n?" Cassian gave you his puppy eye look that makes you melt in a second.

You laughed endearingly at your mate's antics before sighing. “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes. Then we can cuddle as much as you want,” you smiled at him.

“Promise?” Cassian asked.

“Yes,” you playfully rolled your eyes. Cassian beamed, releasing his hold on you, and sprung you to your feet to get your mate some soup and some much-needed medicine.

Putting some chicken noodle soup on the stove to quickly heat up, you searched the cabinets for the medicines. After getting all you needed, you poured the steaming into a bowl and hurried back.

Cassian was sitting up, glaring at you as you entered the room.

“You said it would take a couple of minutes. You’ve been gone for 15!” He huffed.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his silly objections and how adorable he looked with the pout. You set the bowl of soup and medicine on the side table and leaned on the bed to kiss Cassian’s cheek.

“I’m sorry, angel,” you kissed his cheek again.

“You’re forgiven,” he grinned, immediately pulling you to him.

Once you were settled in with Cassian’s arms around your waist and head on your chest, you picked up the bowl of steaming soup and started feeding it to your mate.

Cassian hummed at the soothing burn from the soup and he drank the rest of it in no time. Afterward, you gave him his medicine and rubbed his back while waiting for the effect of the medicines to take over.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” Cassian mumbled against your chest sleepily, kissing your shoulder in gratitude.

You kissed his crown in response.

Thank you so much. 💓

Hi, Hope you are having a great year. I am in love with your Moodboards.

I tried to make my own but its not turning out good. I was wondering if you have any tips that you could share and what software you use to make the same, if you don't mind.

And Congratulations on the physical copy of In Another Life.

Lots of Love, Saph ❤❤

Hi!! Thank you so much!!

The app I used to make my moodboards on is picsart and for pictures I mostly use google as well an app called unsplash (and sometimes pinterest)

For how I decide on pictures and the general layout I usually stick to the same sort of pattern, I try to mirror colours so if there’s black in the top right then I’ll put another black picture in the bottom right or opposite diagonally. Like with these two below:

Sometimes I just choose pictures that all have similar colours in them. So I based the one below around the photo of Billy. I picked out the black from the background and the yellow lighting. If you’re struggling to find the right colour, a few black and white photos work as well.

Then I’ll add a filter as well which helps the colours all tie together.

Here’s the template I use as well

This is so soft. I loved this, their dynamic was awesome.

Take Care

Azriel x Reader

my very first Azriel fic.

Warnings: none

Word count: 4k

Synopsis: There Was only One Bed trope, reader and Az stay at an Inn overnight, they take care of each other.

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I clutched my arm tighter around his waist as we trudged along the muddy path, the rain storm making us both squint. I was trying to support him as best as I could, through I knew despite his multitude of wounds, he wasn’t allowing his weight to truly fall on me. It was a miracle he even allowed me this “support” with my arm around him, thought I’m sure it was for my own peace of mind over any semblance of aid. Azriel and I had just successfully completed a scouting mission in Autumn Court, and on the flight back before we even truly left the territory, we were attacked by Autumn soldiers; the sickening thwip of the ash arrows in Azriel’s wings replays over and over in my mind. He sustained 3 arrows total in his wings as well as one that grazed his waist, immediately grounding us.

Because the mission was already completed and we are on schedule, Rhys and the others won’t notice our absence until at least tomorrow evening, meaning we have no choice but to spend the night here until Az’s strength is returned enough to fly us back if no one else comes for us. Az managed to land, albeit roughly, with me in his arms in the forest directly beneath us to lose the soldiers. The landing was more of a tumble, and I may have sprained my wrist trying to break our fall, but I didn’t even notice the pain because I was preoccupied with trying to conceal my horror at the sight of Azriel with the arrows jutting out his wings. Because of our proximity to the border, there was an Inn close by for travelers, just a few miles ahead of the forest we landed in. I fretted over Azriel immediately after we landed despite his assurances that he was fine and how it “didn’t even hurt that much,” but I knew better. We walked along the way for at least a half hour before making it to the Inn.

“Will they recognize us?” I was still learning how to glamour, but I didn’t want to risk anyone alerting the soldiers of our presence here.

“Maybe not, though the arrows may raise a few brows,” he responded, breathier than usual. My heart clenched at the idea of how he concealed his pain, from me or from anyone.

“Oh yes, sorry I forgot—”

“No it’s fine, it’s not like this is everyday glamour material.” I exhaled and stepped aside to attempt to conceal his wings, he waited patiently until I finished. I made a mental note to practice with Amren upon returning home, but I did alright for now. We entered the Inn, thankfully there weren’t many heads that turned our way. The main floor was a pub with many patrons heartily drinking and conversing loudly. The woman who helped us told us that they only had one room left given the storm outside, and guided us upstairs. I let Azriel climb behind me to give him time to accommodate for his slower pace with his injuries without drawing the woman’s attention.

“There you are. There are some clothes in the trunk from past guests if you wish to change, hot water in the washroom, and broth downstairs if you two need to eat.”

“Thank you so much.” I opened the door wide for Azriel’s hidden wings as the lady waved and returned downstairs. As soon as the door closed, I let out an exhale of relief. The worst part was over. I turned to see Azriel, who was allowing himself to sag in exhaustion and pain now that we were in a room.

“Azriel,” I began walking over to him, the worry evident in my voice.

“It’s okay,” he said, though he couldn’t hide the strain in his voice anymore. I hated seeing him in pain, hated not being able to stop it.

“Azriel,” I repeated, this time firmer. “I’m going to take care of you, and there’s nothing you can do to prevent it.” I tried to put as much authority in my voice as I could. His lips twitched into a smile despite himself, and I waited for him to object but he didn’t to my surprise. Before he could change his mind, I told him to sit on the bed. I went to his right wing first. He flared it slowly for me to access the arrows. I studied it for a moment to decide how I was going to remove it as painlessly as possible. “This will definitely hurt, but we need to get these arrows out.” His smile was erased and he nodded grimly. I placed by right knee beneath the arrow on the anterior of his wing, and grasped it on the other side with my left hand. Then with my right hand near my knee, I struck down on it as hard as I could, breaking the arrow on my knee. He let out a hiss of pain, but the arrow was effectively broken, allowing my to pull it out of his wing without the head or the tail of it hurting him. I repeated the process on the other arrows, and he let out a breath of relief and his wings sagged. I took all the arrows and threw them into the fire place.

I turned back to him, he was still sagging. That ache in my chest returned. Azriel was one of my dearest friends, and someone I’ve grown to love a lot; I had feelings for him, though I never let on. Seeing him like this was a rare sight, so as grateful as I was to be one of the few to see him without his guard up, I wanted to take away his pain. He felt my gaze and turned to look at me with that devastatingly handsome face which looked golden in the light of the fire. I tried not to let my concern show but I know he caught it anyways. His eyes softened and that look made my heart skip a beat. Oh, to be gazed upon like that by him under better circumstances… I cleared my head. Now isn’t the time. I knew it was dumb to ask, but I did anyways. “Are you okay?” He smiled, this time less strained, and with that wonderful softness still in his eyes.

“Yes, better now.” I walked over thoughtfully, deciding on the next course of action as I studied his body.

“Maybe we should take off your clothes—your shirt,” I clarified looking at his face, catching a rare cheeky smile. “Just to get that wound fixed—”

“Yeah, yeah. For the wound,” he interrupted. Well, the sarcasm was a good sign at least. I rolled my eyes but laughed. His humour often came out when it was just us, which I preferred to the scrutinizing brooding otherwise. He began undoing his leathers, pulling his weapons off his body and laying them on the nightstand nearby as I continued to stand before him.

“I—should I… um, turn?” I didn’t know what to do with myself suddenly, I felt my face flush and prayed that the dim room concealed the embarrassing blush. He smiled without looking up as he continued to undo his bindings, possibly to spare me the embarrassment.

“Not all of us are as pure as you, (Y/N),” he said smoothly, sarcastically. 

“I’ll go grab some water for your wound,” I replied sheepishly and made for the bathroom. He laughed as I went off. I had seen him shirtless many times, in training, in other medical instances, but something about the privacy of this room and the attention I was paying him made this feel more intimate. I found a handful of clean rags in the bathroom and a washing bowl which I filled with warm water. When I made my way back to the room, Azriel had laid back on the bed, and he smiled again as he saw me. Despite his state, he looked relaxed, which was an endearing sight indeed.

“Hopefully this doesn’t stain your virtuous eyes too much.” Of course he had to talk his shit.

“Shut up.” Another skip in my heartbeat at the sound of his husky laugh. I took a look at the wound at his side. Thankfully it wasn’t too deep. I began wiping at it while avoiding his eye which I’m sure he noticed. I didn’t choose to love a Spymaster of my own accord. When the blood was wiped away, the wound looked much more manageable. “It’s clotted, which is good. I can see if they have any sutures downstairs.” I looked up to find him staring at me, that softness there again, making my blush return. I averted my gaze. “I can… Maybe I should also clean your wings?” I needed to busy myself. He nodded with a soft smile, that look still in his eyes. I loved that he was allowing me to take care of him. Since I joined the inner circle, it had taken a long time to even gain his trust let alone his friendship. I knew how rare it was for him to allow someone else to see him in a vulnerable state, let alone take care of his wounds. His patience and kindness that he always showed me, well it’s really no wonder I developed feelings for him along the way. My thoughts continued to wander as I washed his wings as gently as I possibly could. The arrow holes already beginning to close. Though there was a bit of that tension in the air, the silence was otherwise comfortable. He hasn’t really made any more sarcastic remarks though. I finished cleaning and went looked at his face for any signs of pain, but what I found were beads of sweat along his forehead despite the storm outside and the drafty room. “Az?” I asked and tentatively touched his forehead. It was noticeably hot.

“Hm.” His response was a bit slurred, his eyes were closed. Shit. Were the effects of the ash arrows making their way into his bloodstream or was there maybe something on them? I began to panic. When I didn’t say anything, he cracked open an eye to see what was wrong. He got up off the bed when he saw my worry, reaching out to me. I took his hands. “Hey, it’s okay. S'just the arrows. This isn’t my first time,” he said. There was that humour for my benefit again.

“Were they poisoned?” I couldn’t help the worry in my voice. His eyes crinkled.

“No. I would be able to tell right away. Trust me.” Even though he was the one in pain, I was the recipient of his patience.

“Promise?” I didn’t care how childish I sounded.

“Promise,” he smiled genuinely. God. I needed to pull myself together. I took a deep breath and looked down at our hands. He followed my gaze and began to pull his hands away, misunderstanding my attention.

“Oh, no Az, I just… Well, you can’t take a bath right now but I just… Maybe I can help,” I said, gripping his fingers tighter to avoid letting him misunderstand my intentions. I knew how he felt about his hands. He nodded again, and I brought the bowl over and took his right hand, submerging it and washing away the grime and dirt from before. I felt his gaze on my face again but focused on his significantly larger hand. When it was done, I dried it with a towel and repeated the process with his other hand. “I’m just gonna change the water, I’ll be back.” I did just that, then came back with a new bowl. I told Az to lean back. I sat beside him on the bed and leaned over his upper body. Maybe this was bolder than I initially bargained for, but I didn’t want to stop. I wrung out the towel in the water and brought it up to his face. He closed his eyes and let me wash. I put way more time into it than was necessary, just enjoying my opportunity to study his beautiful face in such a personal and undisrupted manner for so long. I didn’t notice my hand stilling at his jaw until he opened his eyes, catching my stare, though he didn’t make fun of me for it. I held his stare for a few more beats until I looked away. “I.. I’ll go get us some broth.” He nodded, though neither of us made an effort to move. Then I did before I did something stupid.

Downstairs, the lady gave me a tray with broth and tea. I asked if they had any milk of poppy seed or any medicine that could speed up his healing. For my husband, I had told her. She gave me that along with some bandages for a gold coin. I made my way back up the stairs, breathing deeply to clear my head of the want. Az and I, we’re friends, good friends. He’s very dear to me and I’m glad to say he’s fond of me too. I can’t risk messing it up, even though this game we play isn’t new to either of us, the tiptoeing around each other, the vulnerability he easily pulls out of me and his own that’s slowly been creeping out of him as of late. I made it to the room. He had changed into more comfortable pants from the trunk in the room, and he was back in the bed. He smiled lazily at me when he saw me and I easily smiled back. My friend. I figured it’s better to have him like this than none at all. I made my way over and sat on the bed above the covers he was under. I gave him the milk of poppy seed, which he took like a shot. “Are you also going to feed me?” he mused. I rolled my eyes.

“You’re a pain in my ass.”

“Do you fret this much over all the other pains in your ass?”

I laughed at that. “No, this is highly exclusive treatment. Consider yourself lucky.” 

"I do,” he said with sudden gruffness. That palpable tension was there again, and I looked away. 

“Eat your broth,” I said. It came out breathier than I intended, but it was hard to control under his intense gaze.

“You have some first or else I won’t eat.”

“Fine, if only to shut you up,” I took the spoon and had a few bites as he chuckled.

“There you go again with your mistreatment of the injured.”

“Please, I’ve pampered you like a princess.” The childish joking helped clear the tension, and I loved hearing him laugh.

“Alright, I can’t argue with that. I owe you one.”

“Trust me, I’ll be holding you to that.”

“Really? What’ll you ask of me?” He wiggled his eyebrows and I resisted to urge to smack him only due to his weakened state.

“Eat your broth. I’ll be back in a bit. Don’t pass out on me.” I got up and grabbed a change of clothes from the trunk, then went to wash up in the bathroom. I bathed but didn’t wash my hair, not wanting to be too long from him. I was also exhausted from the mission and the walk. I changed into a long sleeved, knee length night gown I found before re-entering the room. He was still on the bed. The paleness in his face decreased. He had wrapped his torso in the bandages I brought. “Oh, I’m sorry I forgot to do that earlier,” I began walking over and checked his wrapping.

“Yeah, you truly neglected me this evening. Rhys will hear about this,” he deadpanned, taking in my change of clothing. I don’t know why I bother with tenderness with him. Before I could respond, he gently grasped my left hand. “You hurt your wrist, didn’t you?” I looked up. How did he notice that when there were arrows in his wings? He didn’t wait for me to respond. He turned his body so he was sitting at the edge of the bed and guided me to stand between his legs. It was my turn to let him fret without protest. He reached for the remaining bandage wrapping and took my wrist. He began wrapping it with practiced fingers, his hands wonderfully warm and solid against mine. When he finished he didn’t remove his gentle grasp from where his hands cradled mine, and he looked up at me. I lifted my other hand to feel his forehead.

“No more fever,” I murmured absently, not breaking his eye contact. That is, until there was a particularly loud clap of thunder that made me flinch.

“We better get to bed,” he said softly. My previous tiredness ebbed from my body. It just now registered in my mind that there was one bed. I had been so preoccupied previously with taking care of Az that I didn’t realize. He studied my face the entire time, and amusement was evident in his eyes like he read my mind. “Don’t worry, I’ll take the floor,” he reassured softly.

“Like hell you will.” I didn’t fix him up for him to take the floor.

“What a shocking response,” he laughed.

“Az, I don’t care—”

“Listen, I already anticipated this entire exchange while you were washing up. We’re both stubborn, but nothing will be dumber than neither of us using the bed when we were lucky enough to find this Inn.”

“Az, you’re injured,” I weakly attempted, knowing there was logic in his argument.

“If you don’t sleep on the bed, I’ll wait for you to fall asleep on the ground before picking you up and placing you on the bed, which will hurt my healing wings.” He smiled mischievously, knowing I wouldn’t ever allow that.

“Az, please. Please, I don’t care about your sense of chivalry right now, I love that you’re like that and everything, but now’s not the time for that. Please don’t make me beg but I will if I have to.” I went to crouch between his legs on my knees for emphasis, but he grasped my elbows and prevented me from sinking to the ground.

“(Y/N), there isn’t a thing on earth I’ll ever allow you to beg for.” He said that without a trace of the humour from before.

“This is dumb. We’re both grown, we’re good friends,” I said.

“Yeah,” he huffed, looking above my head suddenly. “Friends.”

Friends. What a loaded word. He met my gaze again, neither of us saying anything for a few beats, but I relished the warmth from his hands in my arms. Relished the closeness I was granted with this rare proximity to him. Relished him. I knew it was wrong, but I decided to bite the bullet.

“Alright. Then the obvious solution is… We act our age and both use the bed.” There. To my pleasure, he held my gaze and didn’t so much as react to my words.

“Perfect,” he said softly but firmly. There was a bite of challenge. Who would cave first and show any succumbing to the implications at hand?

“Perfect,” I repeated back to him. I fought the urge to let my eyes drop to his lips. Friends, I repeated in my mind. His grasp on my elbows tightened a bit, telling me to get on with it. That sobered me up. I dropped his gaze. “I… Az, I’ve never—” I trailed off. Guess he won whatever that was. He waited patiently for me to finish, but I didn’t.

“You’ve never…?“

"I’ve never had to—um, I’ve never—” I gestured from the bed to myself. I’ve never had to share a bed with a man I loved. To his credit, he seemed to understand. Hopefully.

“You know I don’t expect anything, right? If that’s what you’re worried about,” he said softly, his brows turning up in concern. Of course I knew that, and he knew I knew that.

“No, of course. I just…” I looked up again.

“I’ll take the floor,” he said and stood.

“No! No, Az.” I took a deep breath. “I haven’t spent the night with a man before. I’m not, it’s not that I—I’m not worried, it’s just new.” I craned my neck to meet his gaze, expecting his usual teasing, but I just found that soft contentment. Before he could say anything or object, I added, “I don’t kick in my sleep, but if I do, tell me tomorrow. I get cold, so if I use your body heat, don’t feel special. Also, if you kick the blanket off me in the night, I’ll sell your molars on the black market.” I look up to see him, and he had that charming smile. For fucks sake.

“Alright, deal,” was all he said. He turned to fae light above us off and I made my way to the other side of the bed. God, the domesticity of it all might kill me. I got under the covers and he did the same. We faced each other, though he closed his eyes. I ignored the tug in my chest. Maybe it’s the exhaustion catching up to me, maybe it’s the sense of protection that sometimes comes in the darkness, or maybe it’s something else entirely, but any anxiety I felt ebbed away. This felt comfortable, it felt safe. Safe in a way beyond the tangible. Something inside me settled. I waited a few minutes in the dark, listening to the rain outside and the crackling of the fire, watching Azriel’s beautiful face as I contemplated my thoughts. “Stop staring,” he said with his eyes closed. I smiled as wide as I wanted.

“Not all of us look that pretty in the dark and the light.” He chuckled.

And maybe it was the kind of vulnerability that also came easier in the dark, but he said, “You’re plenty pretty. No need to act excluded.”

“Aw, Az,” I tried to tease despite my blush and increased heartrate. “You think I’m pretty?” I meant for it to sound unfeeling and arrogant, but it came out softer than intended, revealing some more truthful vulnerability. He opened his eyes at that.

“Don’t ask dumb questions. Of course I do.” That silenced me again. He continued to look at me until he closed his eyes again. There were a few more beats of silence before he took my left hand, the one he bandaged, brought it up to his face and pressed a soft kiss on the side of my index. “Thank you for taking such good care of me,” he said seriously with a roughness to his voice that touched the ache in my chest.

I wanted to be careful, to keep some semblance of a guard up, but he just pulled the feeling out of me, like a tether between us.

“Az, I love to. Truly.” I love that he lets me, only me. “Thank you.” For letting me see that softness that others don’t.

He chuckled softly. “Thank you?”

“Yes,” I said simply. I knew he understood what I meant. It took him a beat to reply.

“Stop being so sweet, you’ll give me a headache.” I shivered despite the warmth in my chest. “Alright. C'mere.” He lifted his arm beneath the blanket, and I got close to him, savouring the opportunity to be in his arms. He hugs me sometimes, but this is different. He gently draped his arm around my waist, and his wing followed suit, the wing I took care of just an hour prior. That sensation of domesticity passed through me again. I felt myself begin to drift off despite my attempt to stay awake, if only to savour the moment. Maybe one day, he and I can cross that tether between us, though I didn’t let myself think about what it could mean. I didn’t want to risk the hope it brought. One day, this dance between us could be a reality instead of an unspoken game.

Just when I was about to drift off, he spoke softly into my hair, though I wasn’t sure if he knew I was awake. “By the way, that was a nice touch, when you told the lady downstairs I was your husband.” I hid my smile against his chest. “Hopefully that’s not the cover you use with the others.” Though his words were clearly intended to be unfeeling and arrogant, they came off softer than intended, revealing a truthful vulnerability to them. I decided to dish some back.

“No, that’s my highly exclusive cover saved just for you. Consider yourself lucky.” His arms tightened around me, and I could have sworn I felt his lips ghost the crown of my head. Then, he finally said:

“I do.”

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Elijah and Natasha:........

Niklaus: Is this the part where you tell me that you will kill me if I hurt Arya?

Arya: Don't be dumb Niklaus, if you hurt me I will kill you myself.

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