JENNIE - Ruby

Both kinds of Bioware girls got a lot of rep at the 2024 VMAs

seeing straight men be disgusted by booktok smut recommenders has actually radicalized me to the side of booktok smut recommenders. girls your taste may be atrocious but i will never disparage you for exposing mainstream discourse to the concept of soaking through your underwear. spent my whole life listening to men talk about penises it’s about time they get jumpscared by women talking about pussy in crude detail on social media. go forth and goon my warriors

you used to be able to play games on cartoonnetwork.com . . . now every company's website wants to give you spyware and spread corporate propaganda but I REMEMBER when you could play a BEN 10 adventure game in-browser without so much as giving away your e-mail. people's heads should be on pikes for this

Nightmares (Azriel X Reader)

Your nightmares are caused by something Azriel did in the past.

Word Count: 1800

            You found yourself alone in the library a lot, covered by your favorite blanket with a good book in your hand. Sometimes you spent time in the library just for the sake of reading, sometimes it was to spend time with Nesta, but some nights, like these, it was to escape your nightmares.

            The embers of the forgotten fired ebbed across the room, and you set down your book, watching. You loved your life here, the house gave you everything you needed, you trained with Cassian, painted with Feyre, read with Nesta, and even went dancing with Mor. You ate good food and felt safe, for one of the first times in your life.

            Guilt ate away at your stomach as you thought about Azriel, his dark eyes and smile he reserved just for you. You had tried your hardest to get close to the male, and some weeks were better than others. Your feelings were always so conflicted around him, on one hand, you were drawn to his quiet stature, the calmness that seemed to radiate from him comforted you, but when you were asleep, you saw him in your nightmares.

            As you watched the dying embers, the memory of your first encounter with Azriel came back to you.

*

You were running from the Autumn Court, with no money to your name and no clothes but the ones on your back. One minute you were running, and the next, you were colliding with a large figure, which knocked you to the ground.

            You had recognized him as the shadow singer from the night court, and the way his eyes pierced yours, wings tensed as if he was about to take off, was a sight you would never forget. He had grabbed you then, and after hours of flying, you were thrown into a dungeon under a mountain, in the night court.

            You were cold, terrified but knew that even if you escaped, your home was gone, up in flames, and your family….your family was gone too. After only hours, you had lost the will to escape, and after days of no food and water, you finally saw Azriel again.

            He had the high lord behind him, his face was blank, void of emotion. “Well, hi there.” Rhysand stands in the corner as Azriel shuts the door, his arms find his chest as he crosses them. Although Rhysand was the one speaking, your eyes could not look away from the figure before you, his large wings, large stature and the dagger he casually flicked around in his hand.

            “We just have some questions for you, then maybe we can let you go.” Rhysand gave you a smirk, nodding to Azriel who moved forward. You cowered back, your back hitting the damp wall. You looked around, for anything to save you, but all that was at your disposal a few chains and bloodstained walls.

            “Please.” You whispered, hands shaking as you looked between Rhysand and Azriel. “I’ll tell you anything.”

            You felt talons scrape against your mental shields, and your eyes widened at the high lord. “Please no-“ You fought to maintain your shield, something your father had taught you to do, but the exhaustion from your lack of sleep and weakness from no food was catching up to you.

            “What do you have to hide?” Rhys voice echoed around your mind, and you shook your head fervently. You looked to Azriel again, and his eyes bore into yours, no trace of humanity to be found. You only saw evil, a male who would torture, a male who belonged in the night court.

            Then, Rhys entered your mind, taking down your shields with no issue. He flipped through your memories as if they were a book, you fell to your knees, hands pressing to your temples in agony. Then it was over. Rhysand knew it all, Beron’s execution of your family due to the secrets they knew about the Autumn high court- secrets that Rhysand would eventually need you for.

            It had taken you a couple of months to trust Rhysand after that, but getting to know Feyre, his cousin Morrigan, and his brother Cassian really helped. But the nightmares remained, most of them focused on Azriel.

            You closed your book, watching the final ember die out and not flicker back to life. You collected yourself, taking a deep breath and making the walk back to your quarters. You could see the sun rising in the window and you sighed, knowing that it would be a long day of training with little to no sleep.

*

            “Is there something wrong?” Azriel asks you, you two are circling the mat since Cassian wasn’t able to train with you today.

            “Of course.” You try to smile at him, but you know it doesn’t meet your eyes.

            “Are you sleeping alright?” Azriel lowers his fist, his face filling with concern. You look into his eyes as he nears you, they are filled with emotion, but you can’t tell which ones.  

            “Not really.” You admit, putting your fists down as well. “I keep having these nightmares, they won’t stop.”

            “I’m sorry.” Az’s hand twitches towards yours but goes back down to his side. “I…I have them too, you know.”

            You sit down to stretch, and Azriel follows suit. The sun is beaming today, and Azriel is wearing a shirt that is clinging to every inch of his torso. You can’t help but watch the muscles shift in his arms as he stretches it above his head, the lines of his tricep deepening as he reaches over. You blink a few times and realize that he’s speaking.

            “I’m sorry, what did you say?” You stammer, quickly getting into a stretch of your own. Azriel smile grows, and he looks away.

            “I was just saying that whenever I have nightmares, usually flying helps.” He mused, stretching the other arm. “But I guess you don’t really have that option, not having wings and everything.”

            “Are you teasing me?” You scoffed, and he shrugged, looking back at you with a cheeky grin on his face, a grin that he reserved just for you. You looked down yourself, and you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks. He drove you crazy. “Maybe I’ll just have to find you when I have my next nightmare and take you up on that offer.”

            “I would love that.” Az whispers but then clears his throat. “ I mean, I would love to help you out, with the nightmares, I mean.”

            You smile at him, and he stands up, offering out his hand. You take it, feeling the butterflies in your stomach as he helps you up. “I have a book that’s calling my name, I’ll be in the library if you want to read with me.”

            He nods, letting go of your hand hesitantly, and you leave him to go inside.

*

            You’re in the dungeon, you could feel the damp walls under your hands, the slippery floor under your feet, and you can see a dark figure, surrounded by shadow. You press your back to the wall as far as it can go as the figure walks closer. Your hands are suddenly locked above your head, and your feet are chained to the floor.

            Azriel comes back into view, his dark eyes void of emotion, this is not the male you know. “Azriel, please- it’s me.” You beg, fighting against the chains. “Azriel please, please don’t do this.”

            He takes slow, cautious steps towards you, flipping truth-teller in his hand. He cocks his head to the side, holding up the knife is a slow movement, as if trying to figure out where to start. “Az, we’re friends, please.”

            “Actually, Y/N.” He whispers, and his eyes turn from blue to black. “We’re not.”

*

            Someone is shaking you awake, you can feel the hoarseness of your throat because of your screaming. You open your eyes, immediately finding familiar blue ones. A cry leaves your lips as you sit up on the bed, back hitting the headboard.

            “Please, please don’t hurt me.” Your voice shakes, Azriel stares at you. Where was his blade? He was just holding it. You look around, realizing slowly that you’re in your room, and that this is Azriel.

            He just stares at you, an expression on his face that you don’t recognize. He’s sitting on the edge of your bed. You take deep breaths, your chest rising and falling in rapid succession as you two stare at each other. “It was just a nightmare.” Azriel whispers, and you nod your head. “You were shouting my name.”

            “I’m sorry for waking you.” You turn to look at the clock at your bedside, it was before dawn.

            Azriel stares at you a moment longer, then runs his hands through his hair, taking a deep breath. “Why were you shouting my name?”

            “I don’t know.” You whisper, but you both knew it was a lie. The room was warm, and you felt a weird sense of dread fill your chest.

            “Your nightmares, what are they about?” Azriel whispers, his hands clenching into fists.

            “I don’t remember.” You lie again, and he groans, putting his head into his hands. The room was silent, the only sound was the feeling of your heartbeat in your ears.  

            He stands then, heading towards the door and reaching towards the handle. Despite your recent fear, you didn’t want him to leave, but you could see the hurt, the agony, written on his face as clear as day. “Please don’t go.” You whisper, pulling the covers off so you can follow him.

            He shakes his head, eyes closing for a second then reopening, pinned on yours. “Your nightmares, this whole time, the reason you haven’t been able to get a good night sleep, the reason you can’t eat some days- they are because of me?”

            You shake your head and open your mouth to speak, but the tears that fill your eyes are a clear indication. He reaches his hand towards his pocket, and you can’t help but back up, remembering him reaching for truth-teller in his dreams. His hand freezes again, and you can’t help the guilt from coursing through you.

            He finishes reaching into his pocket, slowly grasping something and tossing it on the bed. “I’m sorry.” He whispers, then leaves.

            Tears stream down your face as you hear the footsteps echoing down the hall. You climb back into bed, resting your back against the headboard and your head against your knees. You spot the object on the bed out of the corner of your eye,

            You reached for it and slowly opened the box. It was a necklace, and in the pendant in the middle was a pair of wings. You lifted the necklace up, running a finger over the chain, and you realized a note was in the box.

            “Your own wings, Love A”

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By Thom Kerr for Wonderland Magazine - 2025

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Cassian - An unexpected meeting (ACOTAR)

Y/n (she/her) x Cassian (ACOTAR)

This short fic takes place in the pleasure hall, Rita's, with an infuriating Ex and an unexpected encounter 🤭

No trigger warnings, just an annoying Ex and some help from a handsome general 😏

(Disclaimer: I am dyslexic, so hopefully it doesn't suck)

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Rita’s had always been a dazzling pleasure hall, a cherished haunt where fae from every corner of Valaris converged for a night of revelry. The air was thick with the intoxicating mix of bitter alcohol and the musky scent of bodies in motion. The vibrant, electric music pulsated through the space, drawing everyone into its rhythmic embrace. With so many bodies intertwining and grinding to the infectious beat, it was no wonder that this establishment basked in its popularity.

Y/n had come out with a spirited group of friends, their laughter and enthusiastic chatter dancing alongside the music. Dressed to the nines, she turned heads, catching fleeting glances filled with admiration and curiosity. The flashing lights and frenetic energy surged through her veins like a potent elixir as she savoured her third drink of the evening. The delightful buzz of alcohol wrapped around her, soothing the stress that had gnawed at her mind for weeks.

As she danced, lost in the moment, a sudden awareness crept over her—a potent sensation of being watched. Not a mere glance but a deliberate gaze that made her skin prickle. Seeking the source, she found—an all-too-familiar figure. A high-fae male striding confidently across the room, his blonde hair shimmering like spun gold under the strobe lights. When her eyes locked with his, clarity sparked in her mind, igniting memories of the stubborn bastard who had once been her partner.

In an instant, the vibrant atmosphere of the night seemed to drain away, replaced by a hollow ache of disgust and annoyance. It was just like him to intrude on her moment of joy. As she scanned the crowd for her friends, a wave of panic washed over her upon finding only the glassy-eyed faces of strangers. The realisation that she had been left behind tightened like a noose around your chest.

A scowl danced across her face as the blonde male pushed through the throng, unmistakable displeasure etched in her every feature. Yet the male remained undeterred, closing the distance with an unnerving swagger. His voice, barely rising above the raucous music, dripped with condescension, stoking the flames of y/n’s anger. “Come to show off your new male? Oh, wait. You came alone, didn’t you? Are you that desperate for my attention, hm?” The wicked amusement glinting in his eyes only served to amplify the fury bubbling within her.

But just before her resentment could erupt, a deep, slightly rough voice sliced through the noise beside the two. “And who are you talking to, sweetheart?” The words trembled through her body, sending an exhilarating shiver down her spine. A strong arm encircling waist, pulling her gently against the tall figure standing protectively by her side. Hazel eyes, filled with a fierce scowl, fixed on the blonde male.

The blonde male’s gaze flickered between y/n and the towering newcomer, taking note of the protective embrace. Yet, he seemed unfazed by the imposing presence, his voice dripping with bravado as he shouted over the music, “And who are you to call them that?” The hand resting on y/n’s waist began to draw gentle circles on her skin, an instinctive act of reassurance that calmed the chaos swirling within her.

The taller male let the silence stretch, creating an almost palpable tension, and y/n’s gaze was drawn upward to his striking features. Surprise blossomed within her at the sight of his hazel eyes, so rich and warm that they felt almost inviting. He stood tall and confident, his shoulder-length dark hair tousled as if he had just run a hand through it in exasperation. But what captivated y/n even more were his magnificent wings—vast and membranous, unmistakably Illyrian. Yet instead of fear, there was an unexpected comfort in his presence, a feeling that he was attuned to her distress.

The male seemed to sense her reassurance, a charming smirk spreading across his lips, inadvertently igniting a blush on y/n’s cheeks. His gaze shifted back to her Ex, his expression growing cold and unyielding. “You know this rat, sweetheart?” His gentle yet formidable tone drew y/n’s attention back to the blonde male, whose disgruntled expression sparked a flicker of amusement in her.

“No,” she declared firmly, satisfaction threading through her voice as it cut through the music. The arm around her waist shifted, and the male turned, guiding her away from the tension that could have marred her night. “Good,” he replied, a hint of approval lacing his tone.

As y/n blinked up at him, relief washing over her, she felt like she was traversing away from the shadows of the past and stepping into the light of a much brighter evening.

~~~~~~ The end... or is it? ~~~~~~

Only my second fic, but hoping to make many more 😊

let me know if there's anything I could improve on pls, positive criticism is always appreciated ❤

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