#:/// i wonder if he knows how much I have to suppress the urge to kiss him on his dumb forehead every time he hugs me fuck im so fucked
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#i dont know what is happening lol#so first of all i drew him in secret santa and i had a bit of an excited moment (i cannot contain any emotion i feel)#so people who were around at the time (including him) know that I was overjoyed to get whoever I got#but also he gave me another hug that seemingly came out of nowhere#he straight up just opened his arms and was like ‘Christmas hug!’#and i was real confused bc i’ve literally never heard someone feel the need to justify a hug with ‘It’s christmas!’#even though its a week & a half or so away#i wonder if he’s just trying to find n excuse to hug me?#idkidk i just#:/// i wonder if he knows how much I have to suppress the urge to kiss him on his dumb forehead every time he hugs me fuck im so fucked#he is a friend and is being a friend and I am weird for having a crush on him hhfbdhshxgsbsh#i hate this#i wish he could just know whats up without me telling him#also he was talking to another one of my coworkers and said smth like#’i can make lance uncomfortable just by looking at them.’#yeahhh ‘uncomfortable’ thats what we’ll go with.
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IT WON'T FIT! — TOJI FUSHIGURO X FEM!READER
— CW : toji is a well-hung menace still broke af (what's new), rough!toji, wall sex, implied size kink, this man fucks you raw 24/7, is 'girl' a pet name?, cervix fucking, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, creampie, slight teasing, double penetration at the end (monsterfucking), squirting
— WORD COUNT : 1.5k┊AO3 LINK
NOTE : well, this takes place in the jjk verse and nothing I say can justify my horniness lmao I wrote this at 2am because toji always comes back to remind me why I'm so down bad for him (ssh don't tell geto)
enjoy!
Toji is a man on a mission tonight. That being to fuck you into oblivion.
"Come on, be a good girl and stay still," his fist lands a hair’s breadth away from your face pressed against the wall, hips snapping against yours in a dance of curses laced with moans erupting from you both. He hides his nose in your hair as his next words hit you.
"I want your pussy to milk me dry again.
I said don't move."
You squirm anyway, feeling his tongue lick a fat stripe of your tensed neck to then bite it as his calloused, experienced fingers roam your body to get rid of what's left of your clothes. You hear the fabric tear apart under Toji's touch, pooling at your feet, shreds of the shirt flying around when the groan the man lets out when you try to look at him from above your shoulder. It's primal, the one lions use to chase away other predators when eating.
He's possessive over his precious, little toy.
"T-Toji."
A sharp hiss on his part, followed by a merciless thrust that shuts you up with a wail. He is practically rutting into you.
Your eyes roll in the back of your head as his whisper grazes the shell of your ear, "Want new clothes? I'll get you new ones after my cum fills every hole of you, girl."
His cock has been kissing your cervix for a good minute, bruising and hitting it with his monstrous cock. The first time you saw it you were certain it wasn’t going to fit. You still wonder the same, but it always fills you to the brim with little to no effort.
Toji always makes sure of that.
The drag of his dick is so delicious, grazing your walls — no, clogging them with its size like occluded pipes ready to burst yet the slick wetness you're so drenched in helps him move in and out of you in smooth, calculated moves you find maddening.
Every time its head collides with that sweet, intimate spot all you can see are flickering stars, but today there are so many more than usual, getting closer to you by the minute. They just get brighter, hotter and you feel them coat your eyelashes and cheeks in flocks until all you can see are them. Liquid stars falling from your eyes and he's your favourite star seeker.
His grip on you tightens as the fist still close to your face opens up, palm digging into your open mouth to suppress yet another desperate moan from you.
What other women said about him is true. Before your paths crossed, you had listened to them without thinking much of it. But now, as he is using you as his personal cum dumpster against the wall of some run-down bar in Tokyo, you know they were right.
How Toji Fushiguro's stamina is as endless as the arsenal of cursed tools in his possession.
How he doesn't stop until his semen overwrite your own blood, marking you permanently as his.
How lewd is the sound of skin slapping against skin, muscular thighs colliding with your quivering ones in the dead of the night.
But they didn't warn you about his peculiarities, oh no.
Truth is, nobody managed to keep him interested in them for as long as you did. Hell, you still do.
You have him wrapped around your little finger, and he knows it. And a part of him loves it, being desired beyond limits, free to act upon his most twisted urges without the fear of judgement.
Those sluts he had sex with before are nothing compared to the real deal. You.
Toji is grinning like the maniac he is when his digits pry open your lower lips, stretching them further while he's still buried deep inside your aching pussy. For a moment, the man sees how far he's driven himself into you through the bulge in your lower tummy and groans under his breath. You're so fucking perfect.
You clench around him in response, whipping your head around to see why he’s bucking into you so slowly. It's sloppy, the pace he's just set, and the Sorcerer Killer never half-asses anything.
So why-
You don’t seem to understand what’s happening until a blunt object between your flush bodies comes out to play, and your hitched breath doesn’t go unnoticed. Startled, you look down to see the familiar shape of Toji's cursed spirit snaking around his leg and up to the hip bone, poking your entrance already full of his master’s cock.
Nope. No way I’m going to indulge him on this one you think to yourself.
"This really won't fit." you say in a daze, but the man hears you the same. And betrayal is around the corner, the first to fall your body, arching on its own at the sensation of the worm’s spongy head delving deeper. Your juices, mixed with Toji’s thick cum leaking out of your cunt, smeared all over it as it rubs itself in the ache between your legs and you gulp, ready to be smothered.
But it’s never enough, not when it comes to Fushiguro.
Apparently your eyes are speaking louder than words because the man’s gaze is on you before you can look away. His green eyes bore a hole in you, and if he really does, you’re sure he’d find a way to clog it as well with his fingers, his mouth or some other tool of his.
“Aww, my girl wants to back off now? Too bad you can’t,” he coos, faux concern in his tone but it suddenly rises in volume when the hand still on your body. the one that nullified your clothes, slides down to where the cursed spirit is. He strokes it like he would with his cock, and something in the way he does so sends jolts of electricity down your spine.
“You can, girl. Also, we’ve been working non-stop for weeks. Let it take the edge off the stress too, would ya?”
That last sentence blows the air out of your lungs and under your scorching stare, Toji’s finger brushes the worm’s body, motioning for it to move.
It lasts a second, but it’s more than enough, because the curse pushes into you altogether. It splits you open and you let out a scream. You spread your legs wider to accommodate both, but the stretch is still clawing from within, and it burns with every inch the spirit adds to Toji’s girth. Coated as they are in your releases, the man behind you simply laughs in ecstasy before his dominant hand finds your hair, pushing you flush against the wall again as he resumes pistoning into your pussy with force.
This time, the cursed spirit joins in and all you manage to mumble are strings of Toji's name dying on your lips when his other hand covers flies up to border one of your tits.
The coil in your stomach jumps up and down with each jerk of his in you, the cursed worm following his master’s movements to bring you closer to fold for them.
You do bend forward more for Toji to yank at your roots harder, eliciting sweet sounds from you, until his mouth is on you once more. The scarred tissue surrounding the scar scratches the back of your neck, just like the black shirt he still has on — but everything fades in the background with him so close.
You won’t last long.
“Do you want to cum? Does it feel good to be stuffed like this, uhm?”
“Yes, yes. Tojiii” whining, you stare at him dead in the eye, but lose momentum the second the worm’s head slips off just to dive back in you. Words are trapped in your throat, yet another feeble plea escapes you and hearing that, Toji’s smirk gets bigger.
“Go on, then. Make a mess.”
The softness of his pitch-black locks contrasts with the roughness, tautness of his muscles as he leans closer, his cock and cursed spirit stilling into you as you come with your head falling back on his shoulder, eyelids shut and mouth open.
That sight alone brings Toji to his own release, and he gets so lost in the feeling of you squeezing his cock that he never stops fucking into you, not even when he spurts creamy ropes in your spasming cunt. That’s why he misses you biting your lower lip, mewling in overstimulation as you squirt all over him.
But when his gaze gets fixated on your parted legs, finally coming down from his high, he takes a double look and the shit-eating grin plastered on his face is the first thing you see after he and the worm slip out and flips you around.
Before you can say anything his mouth is on yours in a hungry kiss, tongues battling for dominance as his fingers gather your arousal on them, both amused and proud. He steps back enough for you to catch your breath, but not far enough for him to miss your cheeks burning, taunted by the scene before your eyes.
Toji’s digits rest on his tongue, licking them clean as the dim lights of the streetlights show you the wicked man moaning at the taste of your juices.
His eyes soften as he chuckles, “Guess I’ll have to fuck you more often with my cursed spirit if I get you to squirt.
Let’s go steal some clothes now.
I can't have my girl walking around naked.”
© azanthys — do not copy, translate or share my works.
#voice of cassandra#jjk smut#toji smut#toji x you#toji x reader#toji fushiguro smut#toji fushiguro x you#toji fushiguro x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut
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no body, no crime | Coriolanus Snow | xii. {END}
Your childhood friend returns from his exile in district 12, but he's not the sweet, quiet boy you once knew anymore.
Warnings: NON-CON, Plinth!Reader, Gaslighting, Drugging, Murder, Forced Marriage, Forced Pregnancy, Loss of Virginity, Somnophilia
This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.
𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
Your nerves stir as William considers you in silence. It’s all he’s done for the last few agonizing minutes, stare at you without uttering a single word. Perhaps you’ve shared too much? Overestimated how much he could take? You’ve told him everything, not skipping over any detail as he asked. How Coriolanus lured you into his web. Weaved a myriad of honeyed lies you naively fell for. Coaxed you into staying with him. Planted a seed that will soon grow into a permanent reminder of all he did to you.
The whole, plain horrible truth.
Much as it ached to tell the story, and relive it in a way, you were thorough and concise. Your voice may have wavered a little, your eyes evaded William’s at times, but now he has the full story.
And he’s free to do as he pleases with that knowledge.
“William?” you inquire again.
This time he swallows a deep breath. Fearful expectancy knots your gut. He clenches his fists and bolts to his feet.
“I’m going to kill him.”
You wedge yourself between him and the door as he takes long, determined strides toward the exit.
“Wait!” you urge, panic trembling through your voice.
William scoff, a frown marring his brow.
“What? You want to protect him? After everything he’s done to you?”
Your lips tighten. A surge of tears fights its way past your lids but you suppress them. Too much is at stake for you to crumble right now. You straighten your spine and lift your chin.
“It’s not that. Of course I don’t care what happens to him but…” You place your hands on his forearms. He seems to relax at your touch and a sliver of relief leaks inside your chest. Perhaps there is still hope for you and William. “He’s dangerous, William. Cunning, slippery. Like a snake.”
His jaw clenches. “We’ll see about that when I have my fist in his throat.”
He tries to move forward but you keep firmly blocking his path. Once again, you try to reason with him. “No, he really is…deranged.” No other word arises in your mind. You shudder as you recall the glint of madness in his blue eyes. “He has my parents under his spell. I really don’t think he’ll stop at anything to get his way.” Your mouth quivers. “He’ll hurt you.”
“Let him try,” William grumbles, clenching his fists.
Rage oozes off him, coating the air. You feel its intensity in your very bones. When he said he wanted to kill Coriolanus, it wasn’t a metaphor. It’s how furious your fiancé is after hearing your story.
“William, no…For me. Let it go.” You grab his hands, bringing them to your face. They slowly loosen, his gaze softening as it rests on you. “Let’s just leave. I know I’m asking for a lot. Asking you to raise another man’s child-”
He cradles your face. “It doesn’t matter. It’ll be our child. They won’t even have to know his name.”
You drape your hands over his, emotion making your voice waver.
“You really mean that?”
His thumbs sweep over your cheek.
“Of course. I made a promise to you.” He smiles. “And I never stopped loving you.”
You suck in a sharp breath. “Even after everything?”
A glimpse of sadness crosses his features.
“It hurt. Of course, it hurt. But there’s no other girl than you for me, and there never will be.” Overwhelmed, you stare at him a long time, basking in his bottomless devotion. How did you end up so lucky? Even after all the misfortune you suffered, amidst your woe, you still found William. A love as rare and pure as a pearl lost in the ocean.
You get on your tiptoes to press your lips over his. At first, it’s tentative. You’re wondering if perhaps it’s too soon, if he’s truly forgiven you. But your doubts evaporate as he eagerly returns the kiss. Your heart swells. He cups your cheeks and you melt against him, soaking his scent and the familiar taste of his skin. You could cry. You missed him so much. For the first time in weeks, air finds a home in your lungs again.
When your lips part, he leans his forehead against yours. For a while, you just revel in each other’s presence, warm breaths mingling in the cool air.
“So what’s the plan?” he asks, his knuckles skimming down your neck. “You…do have a plan, right?”
Taking a deep breath, you stand up straight.
“I’m thinking we hitch a late night train to District 2. There’s a weapons shipment tonight.” You grimace. “My dad, h-he sends them to the Peacekeepers garrisons there.” Every time you remember the part your father plays in keeping people in the Districts cowered and afraid of the Capitol’s wrath, you feel sick. This is who the man who raised you has become. Someone who turns a blind eye to his own people’s suffering. It makes you wonder if maybe he and Coriolanus are cut from the same cloth after all. Both of them opportunists. Both of them eager to step over everything and everyone to further their goals. Your father gives the Capitol the ammunition it needs to terrorize. And Coriolanus fuels them with ideas to keep that terror alive.
“We could head South, start a new life there,” William suggests.
You blink in surprise. This is a drastic decision, one you never expected to hear leave his lips.
“You mean, leave Panem?”
“Why not? There is nothing for us here. I don’t think there ever was.”
“You’d be leaving your family and friends behind William. A-Are you sure?”
He sends you a warm smile, rubbing your arms.
“You’re my family. You’re all I need.”
Your heart flutters, a fresh breeze of hope passing through you.
“William…”
“This is my choice. I’m choosing you,” he interrupts, his inflection firmer than before. “In sickness and in health, until death do us part, right?”
You search his eyes and are shocked to realize William means this. He wants to elope with you, follow you into uncertainty and escape the Capitol’s vicious rule.
“I’m sorry…about everything.”
His tender lips graze your forehead.
“There is nothing to forgive. None of this was your fault.”
His soothing words cast a balm over your wounded heart. You spent so long blaming yourself, tortured by your own thoughts and lamenting every choice you made. It’s refreshing to hear that maybe, not all the responsibility falls upon your shoulders.
You wipe the budding tears in your eyes.
“We have to be quick,” you say, your voice more confident than before. “Coriolanus, he…we need to be long gone before he notices I left.”
William squeezes your shoulder.
“You don’t have to be scared of him anymore. I won’t let him get anywhere near you. If he wants to breathe the same air as you, he’ll have to do it over my dead body.”
He wraps his arms around you and, for the first time in several weeks, you feel safe.
You help William pack his most essential belongings before the two of you sneak into the night. Despite what he said, you don’t miss the brief way his green eyes mist as he shoves a picture of his parents and little sister into a leather bag. Guilt floods your insides. You’re the one in trouble, not him. Several times, you grapple with the urge to tell him to stay, that you can do this on your own. But there is no going back now. It’s too late. Besides, a selfish part of you doesn’t want to. It’s scary enough, leaving everything behind. The Capitol. Your childhood home. Your parents. Having William at your side is the only way you won’t fall apart out here. You don’t see yourself surviving beyond the borders without him. As much as you complained about your life here, you’re aware of how sheltered you’ve been. You always had food on the table. You were never cold. You always had a warm bed to sleep in.
Now, those things will not be guaranteed.
You and William try to act natural around every peacekeeper you brush past, pretending you’re just two lovers meeting for a late night tryst. Still, your heart leaps each time you get a glimpse of the blue uniforms. You haven’t forgotten the time Coriolanus spent in district 12, paranoia prowling the edge of your mind. It’s not like he has any affiliation with them now, does he?
Sensing your unease, William squeezes your hand in reassurance. You smile at him.
Still, you don’t relax until the two of you have hailed a cab and are on your way to the train station on the outskirts of the city.
Even when the two of you successfully make it onto the back of a cargo train unnoticed, you’re still on alert. Even the whistle of the train as it rumbles to life and leaves the station doesn’t grant you peace. William wraps his arm around your shoulders. The two of you are sitting on the floor behind a gigantic crate of machine guns.
He drops a kiss atop your head.
“Hey, everything will be fine. I promise. Nothing will happen to you.”
You tuck yourself against him. You wish you could let go of your fear but dread’s had you in its clutches since you left the station. Would Coriolanus’ plans for you be thwarted so easily? You find it hard to believe, remembering his unflinching desire to make you fall in line.
Still, you give a weak smile.
“You’re right. I’m being silly.”
As soon as you utter the words however, the train hisses and makes an abrupt stop on the tracks.
William frowns.
“What’s happening? I’ll go ch-”
Before your fiancé can finish his sentence, the doors of the wagon open. A gust of frosty wind whisks inside the train. William’s eyes widen but there’s no time to process his shock as he’s kicked in the gut by a peacekeeper.
Another man appears and the two of them yank him out of the train.
“William!” you shout, jumping out of the wagon.
Your fiancé coughs out blood as he’s dragged away by the two blue-clad men. He tries to fight them but they kick him in the jaw. He crashes into the grass.
Your chest seizes. You begin racing towards him. However as the two men shift, revealing someone else behind them, someone whose haunting blue stare is forever engraved into your memories, you freeze.
He scrutinizes you before shaking his head.
“You disappoint me, princess,” Coriolanus sighs, folding his arms. “I thought you were finally coming to your senses.”
The two men force William on his knees, one of them pointing his gun at his head to keep him docile. Your eyes water. Helplessness tugs at your chest. He took no time to find you. Did you ever stand a chance?
“Coriolanus, just let us go. This is…all of this is going too far,” you plead.
He arches his brow, disdain lacing his tone as he says, “You really think I’d let my child grow up in a district?”
“You bastard,” William spits, hate flaring in his green eyes.
Malice sways in Coriolanus’ orbs as he takes in your fiancé. His taunting voice echoes through the field.
“Oh, does it sting, knowing I’ve had her before you in every possible way?”
He tries to lunge himself at the blond. Your breath catches as you watch the peacekeepers beat him into submission. He keels over in the grass, coughing up more blood.
Coriolanus turns to you.
“I’m going to give you a choice, princess. Come back home to the Capitol with me, willingly. I’ll forgive you, set the entire matter aside and we can focus on our guest list, cake tasting and finding you the perfect dress for our wedding.” He tilts his head, his smile vanishing. “Or don’t. And I really can’t say what I’ll do next.” He chuckles darkly. “I just know you won’t like it.”
You look at him, disbelief and sadness surging through you. You wonder where your friend disappeared to, the one who dried your tears and whispered soft words of reassurance whenever your mood dipped, the one who showered you with gifts and attentions. The one who was kind.
Who is this stranger standing before you?
Coriolanus laughs.
“You know Sejanus looked at me the exact same way…like he expected me to be someone I’m not, someone I never was.” His eyes lock with yours. “Right to the bitter end.”
Your stomach sinks, an awful realization digging its way through your mind. You don’t know how you know. Perhaps it’s that smug smile on his lips. Perhaps that glow in his eyes. Or that subtle inflection to his words. Either way, you just know.
You know what Coriolanus did and your entire world falls apart.
Sejanus too never stood a chance, you bet.
You nod. “I’ll come with you.”
A subtle smile blooms on Coriolanus’ lips.
“What?” William stares at the interaction in shock.
Coriolanus offers you his hand as you approach.
“It’s over, William,” you mumble, too ashamed to meet his gaze. You focus on taking Coriolanus’ hand instead. His touch is deceptively soft. “Just go back home, forget about this. Forget about me.”
Your spirits sink lower and lower with every word that leaves your mouth. You are willingly walking to your grave.
William shakes his head.
“No way…”
Everything that follows happens in a blur. So quickly you barely register what’s going on. First, William throws himself at the blond. You gasp as you watch them wrestle, Coriolanus having a clear advantage. Next, one of the peacekeepers hands him a gun.
He points it at his temple.
Ribbons of blood fly from William’s skull, painting Coriolanus’ shirt crimson.
Time stops for you as your eyes grow wide with horror.
The blond dusts himself off, shoving William’s limp frame off him as he rises.
He sighs at his stained shirt.
“This was brand new,” he laments.
You rush to William and fall to your knees near his unmoving body. It takes all your strength to even shift him a little.
“William? William, please?” you whimper. His lifeless green eyes rise to the moon in the sky, his soft mouth parted in a scream that never will be.
Your heart shatters into a million pieces, the shards piercing through your being and trailing scars in their wake. It will never stitch itself back together.
In the background, Coriolanus orders one of the peacekeepers.
“Get rid of the bodies. Make sure nothing is left. And I’ll put in a good word for your sister at the Citadel,” he promises.
The other peacekeeper pipes up, “The bodies? But there’s only one-”
A gunshot erupts. A few feet away, you watch one of the peacekeepers, the one who spoke up, crash into the ground. The other one shot him. Smoke still rises from his gun as Coriolanus nods at the man in approval.
“Like we agreed, I’ll also write to Commander Hoff on your behalf. You’ll start officer training next month.”
More words are exchanged between the two men but they fade amidst the buzz rising inside your head. You lie atop William’s corpse, numb as you faintly hope to find a heartbeat.
After a while, you’re hauled off your feet by a pair of strong arms. You struggle but it’s for naught. You’re taken away, William’s unmoving form dwindling in your vision.
“No, I can’t leave him…”
Coriolanus carries you bridal style to a vehicle. He places you in the passenger seat and ties your seatbelt.
“Shh, it’s okay, princess,” he coos. “You need to calm down. This isn’t good for you and the baby.”
The baby. You have to admit that for a second, you considered trying to pry the gun out of Coriolanus’ hands and shooting it into your own head. End it all once and for all. Your life has already ended. So what difference would it make? But then you remembered. Your life isn’t just yours anymore.
You look at the blond through tearful eyes, your hoarse voice swelling in the car.
“Did you get my brother killed?”
Coriolanus puts on his own seatbelt and turns the key in the ignition. “What an awful assumption to make, princess.”
He grips the steering wheel as the engine roars to life.
“However, it might be a good time to remember…that your father’s written me into his will.” Your breath stumbles. “Which means, though I prefer him alive to walk my beautiful bride down the aisle…” His blue eyes glimmer, his lips curving upward. “I also don’t need him to be.”
He shakes his head and sighs, running his fingers atop your thigh.
“Who knows how long he still has, with those heart issues of his. Anything could happen.”
“One day you will pay. For all of them,” you grit out, the sheer hate you feel for him overflowing in your tone.
He fondles your cheek, his smile growing.
“Perhaps… But not today.” He pauses, as if he just remembered something. He reaches inside the pocket of his coat.
“Here,” he says as he pulls out a small velvet box.
You witness in horror as Coriolanus removes William’s ring from your finger and slips another one in its place. It’s ostentatious, the red rubies shimmering like blood in the darkness.
Once it’s on your finger, he admires it. He brings your hand to his lips, brushing a soft kiss over your knuckles.
“Fits perfectly, just like I know it would,” he chimes.
#dark!coriolanus snow#coriolanus snow#coriolanus snow x reader#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#hunger games#tbosas fanfiction#dark!coriolanus snow x reader
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Heyoo! Can i request az x reader where they're mates and vowed to each other that till death do them apart. But az started questioning if he would die for his mate ever since elain came into picture, bcos of the 3 brothers for 3 sisters thing. And reader sort of found out about az's feelings and wanted time off from each other. Then all of a sudden war broke out in the court and everything was crazy. Reader went out to look for az making sure he is safe when she saw an arrow shot towards him and reader took the hit for az. And az started to regret his doubt in thie relationship and begging for his mate's forgiveness. Major angst pls and the ending is up to you! Thank you and have a great day 💖
Scattered Vows.
Azriel x f!Reader
Warnings; way too much angst, mentions of death and battle. Mental illness.
Masterlist.
Uhm my heart broke. I think you will need a tissue box.
You watched the door of your bedroom for what felt like hours. A sigh escaped your lips, and you pressed your head on your mate’s pillow, his scent so faint like he hadn’t slept in your bed for weeks. And he probably hadn’t, you couldn’t remember the last time he stayed in bed for more than three hours.
The city was bright and warm offering a perfect view from the hill you were currently standing on. Your friends’ eyes were filled with tears as they watched you and your mate standing in front of the priestess.
“What do you vow to each other?” She asked.
“I vow to be by your side, protecting you and loving you until my last breath.” Azriel’s eyes watered as he spoke, his scarred hands grabbed your own and he pressed a soft kiss on your skin.
“I vow to always support you and love you. To always shield you from any harm, heck I would even take an arrow for you.” You chuckled and Azriel smiled.
“May the Mother bless this union and let it bloom like the most precious flowers” the priestess shouted and started murmuring a prayer.
“I love you my angel” Azriel whispered.
“I love you” you whispered back as the tears streamed down your face.
You teared up at the memory. Those vows meant something right? Even though he reeked of jasmine when he came back, he loved you right?
You heard the door open, and your mate’s footsteps filled the silence, making you wipe your tears and sit up. He removed his boots to not wake you and you suppressed the urge to scoff, you slowly slipped out of bed and walked down the hall to find him.
He was standing at the middle of the kitchen watching the two cold plates on the table with a frown.
“You’re here” you noted, and he glanced at you.
“Please don’t start I’m not in the mood.” He huffed.
“Don’t start what Azriel? You stood me up AGAIN” you threw your hands in the air.
“Fine you want to do this now? Okay” he yelled, and you flinched.
Azriel had never raised his voice at you, it was one of the things you loved about him, how you could always talk things out without wrecking your vocal cords.
“Where were you?” You asked and stepped closer.
“I had to finish some reports” he replied and you stepped even closer making him back off, you quirked a brow knowing exactly why he did it and marched to him sniffing. Jasmine.
Your hands clenched into fists, and you growled “you were finishing off reports or Elain’s cunt?”
His eyes widened and he bared his teeth “don’t speak for her like that”.
Your heart broke into million pieces, every fear suddenly felt real and deep down you realized that the union bloomed like a beautiful flower, but in Elain’s garden.
“You’re defending her?” You gaped at him, your face pale.
“I can’t do this anymore y/n. Lately I’ve been thinking about everything and especially our vows…” he trailed off and you felt like his feet were stepping over the pieces of your heart, crushing them into even smaller fragments.
“Go on” you whispered and let the tears escape.
“I’ve been thinking about Cassian and Rhys…they are mated with two of the sisters and I wonder if I should be mated to the third one. Three brothers and three sisters.” He explained and his eyes watered.
“What?” You asked him.
“I just don’t feel like I want to protect you until my last breath…. Because I can’t protect both of you at the same time…” he avoided your eyes
“You want to protect her until your last breath” you whispered and he nodded.
“Okay, please pack your things and leave.” You continued.
“Don’t do this” he breathed “I’m so confused, I’m not even sure if this is what I want. I just spend time with her to see if I’m really interested or if it’s just a sick thought”
“You want me to stay with you until you decide which one you want?” You gasped at his nerve.
“I-i don’t know. Can we just take a break? I won’t touch her I promise I just need some time to think.” He pleaded.
You felt numb, and an adamant wall fell on your side of the bond, blocking him entirely.
You just wanted to be alone, you didn’t have any more power to argue. “Okay. Pack your things and leave and we will speak again when you make your decision.” You lied hoping it will get him out of the house as soon as possible.
“Thank you” he gave you a sad smile and walked into your bedroom. The small cottage you two had built a few months before the ceremony felt empty and dull now as every promise of love died slowly.
You covered your mouth with your palm to keep the sobs in as you clenched your eyes shut and let the tears flow. Azriel reached the door with a small bag thrown over his shoulder and glanced back at you. You turned your back on him and waited to hear the door shutting.
“I’ll be back” he promised and left.
When you couldn’t hear the beating sound of his wings anymore you let it all out, a heartbreaking scream wrecked your throat and you dropped on your knees. Every kiss, every touch, every promise pierced your skin and escaped to the darkness of the sky.
You remained on the kitchen floor for two days, letting every feeling out hoping that it would stop hurting so bad. You reached a point of numbness, where even your love for him was dull now, cursing at yourself for trusting him. He had your fragile heart in his hands, and he crushed it into mist, without a care, without a hint of regret. You pictured him in her arms and rage made your body tremble, you despised her even though it wasn’t her fault. She sure was a wicked female for leading on a mated male but then again why should she care? He was the one who should have said no.
A booming sound pulled you out of your thoughts and you felt the ground shaking making you furrow your eyebrows and peek out the window. Velaris' shield was gone, you couldn’t feel the magic anymore and winged creatures descended from the sky, slaughtering everyone in their path. The autumn court’s banners emerged from the mountains, with an army behind them. You gasped and quickly grabbed a dagger, running out of the cottage and winnowing to the main square, Feyre and Mor were there holding swords and shouting at people to hide.
“Where’s Azriel?” you shouted at Feyre.
“He….” She paused “He took Elain out of the city, he’ll be back in a few minutes.”
You shook your head, not letting your family’s betrayal cloud your senses. They knew and they supported them, like you never existed.
You ran towards the creatures letting all your feelings out as you sliced their necks, your vision clouding and the image of Azriel flying Elain to safety was the only thing you could see. You crouched and placed your hand on the ground screaming, your eyes became white, and your power flowed out of you, destroying creatures and buildings on its way. You gasped for air and glanced around you, Azriel had landed a few steps behind you, his eyes wide as he stared at you and what you did. You noticed a creature lurking in the corner with a bow in its hands, it grabbed an arrow and pointed it to your mate making your face pale.
“Az” you screamed and ran… ran like your life depended on it, the arrow was shot, Azriel whipped his head to the direction, and you jumped, using the remaining power to lunge yourself in front of him. Silence, deafening silence, a cry, pain, fear and darkness.
Azriel watched the arrow piercing your skin and the tip emerging from your back.
“I vow to always support you and love you. To always shield you from any harm, heck I would even take an arrow for you.” It rang in his mind.
“I would even take an arrow for you.” He cried out your name.
"I would even take an arrow for you.” “Stop” he ordered himself.
“I would even take an arrow for you.” He grabbed his head, his hands covering his ears.
“I would even take an arrow for you.” “No” he screamed and started hitting his head.
“I vow to be by your side, protecting you and loving you until my last breath.” He fell on his knees.
“Lately I’ve been thinking about everything and especially our vows… I just don’t feel like I want to protect you until my last breath…. Because I can’t protect both of you at the same time…” Darkness.
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Azriel woke up with a groan, he was in his room in the house of wind. He glanced around and noticed Elain sitting on a chair by his bed, her hand holding his own.
He stirred a bit and pulled his hand back making her flinch and open her eyes.
“Az” she whispered and tried to pull him in her arms.
“No! Where is she?” he shouted.
Rhysand entered his room and nodded at Elain to get out.
“Rhys where is she?” Azriel raised his voice again.
“Calm down, you need to rest, your shadows almost strangled you to death” his brother spoke.
“What? Why?” he gaped.
Rhys sighed “I went into your mind while you were asleep, you ordered them to strangle you because you wanted the thoughts to go away”.
Azriel’s eyes watered “Where is she? I have to go to her, I have to apologize. I need to beg her not to leave me”.
“I’m sorry brother, you’ve been out for five days. We couldn’t wait any longer so we buried her at the garden of your cottage”
“No!” Azriel screamed “No no no”
“I vow to always support you and love you. To always shield you from any harm, heck I would even take an arrow for you.” “NO” he screamed again as his body started seizing.
“Lately I’ve been thinking about everything and especially our vows… I just don’t feel like I want to protect you until my last breath…. Because I can’t protect both of you at the same time…” “Make it stop, please make it stop” he cried out.
Rhysand quickly moved to his side and grabbed his head making him go to sleep again.
“I’m sorry brother” he whispered and glanced at Feyre who was standing at the door, tears were streaming down her face.
“It’s done” she informed him and let him in her mind.
“Are you sure you want to do this y/n?” She asked you.
“Yes, this is for the best. Just tell him I’m dead.” You replied.
“Okay, please take care of her.” She spoke.
“I will, I promise to give her a place in my court” Eris nodded.
“Thank you” Feyre replied, “for everything, we wouldn’t defeat Beron without you”.
“It was my pleasure” Eris smirked and grabbed your hand.
Feyre let a tear slip as she watched you disappearing with Eris.
“Do you think he will survive this?” She asked Rhysand.
“I doubt it.” He sighed and they walked out, closing the door and locking it.
Sorry <3
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and patience, and pining
in which alex is determined to flirt so hard that henry can no longer resist him. a modern au. based on the prompt: surprise kiss/impulsive kiss. ~1.8k.
Between the two of them, Alex has always thought he’d be the one to cave first.
They’ve both arrived at the same time. Henry looks stupid-good in his well-fitted tuxedo. His hair is just over-styled enough that Alex wants to mess it up, and badly.
How one man can be so like this is frankly upsetting. No, scratch that; it’s illegal, is what it is. Criminal law is not Alex’s domain, but he’s pretty sure being this tempting in public is a certifiable offense.
“Alex,” says Henry, and he blinks, at least some sense returning to him.
“Right,” he says. “Shall we?”
Henry gives him a look like he’d rather be anywhere else on the planet, which, the reception is not even open bar, so Alex can’t say he disagrees.
“After you, Your Majesty,” he says, stepping from the door with a flourish, then, “I saw that.”
“Saw what?” asks Henry, already shouldering past him with his chin turned up.
“If I had a dollar for every time you rolled your eyes at me—”
“Good taste still can’t be bought, Alex.”
“That’s ironic,” Alex shoots back, smiling and nodding at one of the guests as they enter. “Considering my tie is way better than yours.”
Henry lifts his hand at another in greeting, and even his wave looks fucking majestic, the asshole. “I trust you’ll be at least somewhat behaved this evening?”
“You sure that’s what you want, sweetheart?”
Henry’s expression turns very dour, and Alex wonders, not for the first time, why that particular look on him makes Alex so crazy. The more severe Henry gets, the wilder Alex’s impulse to kiss him, and the urge to just give in.
Alex licks his lips.
Henry takes a cautionary step back. “Let’s do try to make it through the rest of the night without much carnage, yes?”
“I don’t know,” Alex muses. “When you threaten me with a good time like that…”
Henry mutters something under his breath and Alex can’t help but grin. Maybe the night holds some promise after all.
.
He decides he’s going to have to walk that back after a while.
The music is decent, and he was wrong about the open bar, thank God, but he’s barely seen Henry since some crusty-looking Wall Street types whisked him and Pez away to talk business, and Alex is bored.
He wants to dance. He wants to dance—with Henry. And because that’s not going to happen, Alex wants to do the next best thing, which is to dance while Henry pretends not to watch, but he’s not even facing the dance floor right now so there would be no fucking point. He’ll have to think of something else. Hmmm.
Nora shimmies up to him then with two new flutes of champagne. Bless. “Still pining?” she asks.
Alex whips around to glare at her, wounded. “What? Nora, no,” he says. Is it that obvious? Fuck.
Nora shrugs. “You do the thing where you look him when you think he won’t notice. Both of you. You guys kind of have it down to a science.”
Alex brightens immediately. “You’ve seen him looking at me?”
Nora sips her champagne. “Right now, for example.”
Henry looks quickly away when Alex glances over, which is as good an invitation as any in his book. One of the suits is talking at Henry, who seems about as engaged as a teapot right now. Pez has dialed up the charisma, distracting them easily from Henry’s silence. But to Alex, Henry looks downright miserable in comparison.
Well, Alex is here to do something about that.
He plucks the second flute from Nora’s hand. “You’re the best. Gotta go.”
She raises an eyebrow. “I thought you weren’t pining?”
“For that guy?” Alex gazes at Henry again, then says, quite honestly, “Always.”
.
It takes exactly two minutes for the Wall Street guys to politely excuse themselves. Alex watches them practically dissolve their way into the crowd, like a creepy bunch of Mr. Smiths from The Matrix, and he suppresses a shudder.
The look on Henry’s face is an appealing combination of annoyed and relieved. “Let me guess,” Alex deadpans, “you’re so grateful you could just kiss me right now.”
Henry’s expression turns distinctly disapproving as Pez chimes in, “Be patient and Hazza might even learn to admit it someday.”
“That’s what I’m hoping.” Alex grins sideways at Henry, who’s flushing the loveliest pink despite also frowning. “You’re welcome for rescuing you from the most tedious conversation known to man, by the way.”
“Actually, darling dearest,” Pez says lightly, “we were speaking with potential investors in the foundation.”
Oh. Shit. “Do you want me to charm them back over?” Alex wants to know, jerking a thumb in the direction they’d gone. “It is well within my power.”
“Not necessary.” Henry pulls a face. “I would’ve felt dirty about taking their money.”
“I would’ve felt wonderfully about it,” says Pez. “But now that you’ve freed up my dance card…” He cranes his neck around.
“Nora’s over there,” Alex says helpfully.
“Brilliant.” Pez’s eyes are the definition of sparkling. “Ah, and I see your sister’s about to join her. If you boys will excuse me—”
He helps himself to the rest of Alex’s champagne before sashaying off.
The two of them remain standing there a careful few feet apart, not looking at each other. Not that it matters; Alex is so hyperaware of him that he could reach over without even looking and take Henry’s hand if he wanted to. He won’t, but he wants to.
Knowing that he can is enough for now.
Henry looks askance at him after a moment. “You’re making this very hard, you know.”
Alex somehow manages not to smile at that. “Am I?”
Henry’s face screws up in faux concentration. “Let’s see. You’ve been a merciless flirt, even more so than usual. You wore the tie I bought you, which means you don’t hate it—”
“What? I love it,” interrupts Alex, just to be clear.
“—and you just drove off a very lucrative, albeit morally questionable, investment opportunity.” Henry’s also holding back a smile. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to not kiss you for that alone.”
“You still could,” Alex points out.
“And lose your silly bet?” Henry straightens, adjusting his cufflinks, and that might be the single hottest thing Alex has ever seen. “I think not. We both know you’ll be the first to give in.”
It’s true, Alex thinks; he’s pretty irresistible, but Henry is also far more controlled. Still, there’s a certain satisfaction in knowing that Alex gets to be the one who stretches him to his very limit. The level of restraint it takes Henry to resist him is a pretty big turn-on, if he’s being honest. Even when Henry wins, it will be no great loss on Alex’s part.
“Considering what’s at stake here,” Alex says lowly, leaning in just enough to catch the way Henry’s eyes darken, “I think I win either way.”
Henry does smile then, soft and warm and way too tempting not to kiss, though Alex perseveres. “I think we both do, darling.”
“That we can agree on,” says Alex. “So, do you want to…not…dance with me?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
.
He slips up, once.
It’s in a goddamn photo booth of all things, and Alex would feel like such a cliché if he weren’t so busy feeling annoyed at the fact that he can’t hold Henry’s hand or kiss him in front of the camera. Instead, he lets Nora and June wedge in between them, grinning gamely when they take turns kissing Henry on the cheek.
At the literal last second before the flash is going off, Alex feels Henry take his hand from behind, lace their fingers ever so gently together, and squeeze.
In the photo that prints out, June and Nora are doubled over in laughter, eyes closed, unaware. Henry has his chin tipped up, his face doing some smoldery thing at the camera, and Alex is turned, simply gazing at him.
He takes it before anyone sees, tucking it safely into his wallet because bet or no bet, some things really are too sacred to share.
When he shows it to Henry later, Henry gets the same lovestruck look on his face as Alex does in the photo, and that’s all he needs.
.
It’s the cake that finally does it.
Pez, Nora and June are all crowded around the same piece, and it makes Alex sigh a little wistfully to think about how much better it would taste if he were sharing his with Henry.
He can’t help it. He peers at Henry’s own slice, squinting. “What flavor is that one?”
“Strawberry,” says Henry. There’s a crumb on his lip, and Alex doesn’t mean to fixate on it, but he’s now gone hours without kissing his boyfriend and he’s kind of mad about it even though it’s also kind of his fault. “Do you want a bite?”
Oh. Yeah, that’ll work. Alex can feel the others’ eyes on them as he leans closer, fully expecting that Henry will yield to his instincts and feed him a piece off his fork. It’s not a kiss, but it could definitely qualify as losing the bet. And then once Alex has won, he can not only kiss Henry as much as he likes, he gets to take Henry home with him and—well.
He frowns when Henry only holds the plate out. “Here, have some,” says Henry, gaze lifting to his, then just a bit lower. “Oh. Hang on, you’ve got a—”
In a move that’s beyond Alex’s wildest dreams, Henry cups his jaw and kisses the side of his mouth, with just the slightest bit of tongue.
Alex grins as Henry freezes against him, realizing his mistake too late. “Thanks, baby.”
“Bollocks,” says Henry. He pulls back and sighs, licking the rest of the buttercream from his lips. “I’ve lost, haven’t I.” Then, accusingly, “You did that on purpose, didn’t you.”
“I’d say I don’t kiss and tell, but.” Alex puts his hands on Henry’s thighs, using that grip to scoot their chairs closer together. “I am gonna kiss you now, so.”
“You’ll be getting to do a lot more than that,” Henry points out.
“Ew, did not need to hear that part,” June groans at the same time that Pez puts down their cake and says, “Please, I need to hear more.”
“There’s a legally binding document and everything,” says Alex, to Henry’s chagrin and Pez’s delight. “Drafted it up myself.”
“You two were pining that hard and you were already together?” Nora wants to know. “Actually, that tracks. Carry on.”
Henry has gone as pink as the cake now, but he’s smiling when Alex swipes up some more buttercream, touching it to Henry’s mouth before leaning the rest of the way in.
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Racer!jk might be my favorite one right now!!! Omg can we please have a drabble on that race where jk crashed?
...but also,,, pretty please can we have a drabble before jk was successful? Shes been with him thru thick and thin, i feel like it would be a great read to see how they were when jk got his first ever major win
I'm doing the second one, before his career really took off.
-> main work
"It looks so cute!" You say, looking at the front of the car. "Like it's smiling!" You beam, and Jungkook laughs, walking up to you to look at the front as well. People are watching you- its the first time jungkook has taken you with him to a race after all.
"Huh. I guess?" He wonders, tilting his head a bit. "If you take the headlights as eyes and then the bumper as a mouth.. it does kind of look like it." He admits, and you laugh. You've not been dating too long- but he already knows that your laugh is the cutest he'll ever come across in his life.
"See?" You tell him, before you take a peek at the inside. "It's so small in there though.. and What're those tubes for?" You ask.
"Its called a cage. Basically, if the car flips, the cage stays intact and as result, I do too." He jokes- but he notices you tensing up a little. "It's for safety." He says, and you nod a bit more quietly now.
"And.. all the wires there? Are they gonna cover those?" You ask, and he shakes his head.
"Nah, they stay like that. The car doesn't have to look pretty, just gotta accommodate me and keep me alive and well." He tells you- but it's clear that he's not very tactful in thinking about your emotions. He's not used to having a girl around in this setting- and it shows. "Hey- I'll be fine."
"But this is fucking dangerous, right?" You worry. "I looked up stuff online." You say, crossing your arms. "I'm not stupid." You threaten, and he moves to gently hold your cheeks.
"Baby of course you're not, never said you are." He reassures you. "But it's not my first time, I'll be fine!" He urges, and you can't help but let his big Boba ball eyes get to you. They're sparkling with the heat of his own pride right now, and he deserves to feel like that.
"..okay. sorry." You're not sure what you're apologizing for, but you still do- and he laughs, pecking your lips. Twice, because once is never enough. He doesn't care about his friends whistling in the back.
They're just trying to tease him.
"Dont worry so much. I've got experience, and my driving skills aren't half bad either!" He beams at you, and you smile. "And I've got my good-luck charm here too, so there's no way I'll lose this one." He purrs, pushing you back a little against the side of his car before he kisses you deeper than before, uncaring about looks.
"You sure I'm not distracting?" You ask, watching how he licks the piercing on his lip. "Kook you're literally staring at my tits right now, you're proving my point!" You laugh, and he grins as well.
"Nah." He shakes his head, shamelessly grabbing your ass as he walks you back behind the safety barriers. "I'd call it motivation." He responds.
"Motivation huh?" You tease, and he nods.
"To get back quick, and fetch my prize." He explains to you. "Take you out to a fancy dinner with that money I'll make."
"Maybe I'll let you have dessert in the car." You tease, and he grins.
"Deal." He grins at you, before he leaves to get ready for the dirt track race, leaving you behind with your suppressed worries.
He'll be fine.
Or at least you hope he will be.
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ARE WE FALLING IN LOVE? SAY YES OR NO | TOM BLYTH
— pairing: tom blyth x filmmaker!oc (fem.)
— summary: it's gotta be more than nothing.
— warnings: allusions to sex but nothing explicit.
— word count: 669
— notes: if you've read an older version of this back when i was part of choices tumblr no u didn't. my inbox is open if you wanna chat!!
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He revels in the sight of her like this, sprawled across the tousled sheets of his bed, bathed in the soft moonlight that delicately traces lines over her naked form.
She's pretty when she emerges from her bedroom after blitzing through her studies and she's pretty when she's knocking back a shot in a bar during nights out with Mari and the rest of their friends. Yet, Tom is convinced that this particular version of Alexis is his favorite. Everything feels a little warmer, a little gentler, deceptively tender in a way that should alarm him.
"You're staring," she accuses, though her eyes are still closed. With a leisurely stretch, she raises her arms over her head, and he can't help but chuckle. Were he less informed, he might think Alexis is oblivious to the effect she has on him. But, a ghost of a smirk plays on her lips, confirming what he already knows — Alexis Nakamura is a force, effortlessly dismantling the invisible walls he's constructed around himself. It feels as though his world has tilted on its axis, standing and falling simultaneously.
"How could I not?" he responds. Pressing her body closer, Tom ducks his head, burying his face into the crook of her neck. His hand finds a comfortable spot in the dip of her side, fingertips gliding up and along the grooves of her ribs. "You could ogle at me too. Quid pro quo."
She huffs out a laugh. "Is that a part of this?"
"It could be."
In the unfolding of their interactions, Tom and Alexis find themselves slipping into something neither can define. It begins with stolen glances that linger for a beat too long, drawing them into moments simultaneously familiar and uncharted. They haven't officially labeled what is evolving between them, but the unspoken understanding hints at a magnetic pull neither can resist, signalling the quiet inception of something more than friendship but less than a commitment.
Cuddling after sex is a newfound occurrence born from this arrangement, born without explicit agreement or discussion. It starts by accident. Exhaustion that seeps into their bones, and the craving for the comfort that a warm body brings. Only the faint sound of the city from outside his window can be heard and Tom wonders if this is the most peace he's gotten in months.
"Ali?" He whispers, more to himself than her.
"Yeah?"
Stay. "It's almost 1."
She hums, sitting up. Tom follows suit, arms still wrapped around her waist as he plants soft kisses along the side of her throat. "I should probably go then."
Cuddling after sex has become a routine, but staying over hasn't. Still, there's the urge to draw her closer, to fall asleep enveloped in her warmth and weight. To wake up beside her, to go see mutual friends with her and let rumours swirl — labels aside, relationship status pending, she's with him. But despite his wishes, the words are lodged in his throat.
"Sorry." Alexis grins, slipping out of his hold before he can reel her back in. Almost falling face-first to the floor, her legs refuse to cooperate, aching. Tom suppresses a smirk. "I have class at 8."
"Don't apologise." He clears his throat, watching as she gathers her scattered clothes. "You're probably the worse person to share a bed with."
"Wouldn't you like to know," she laughs, pulling on her jeans and buttoning up her shirt. Once fully dressed, she leans in, her nose brushing against his before a lingering kiss lands on his lips. "Goodnight."
"Do you need me to walk you to the door, darling?"
"Nah, I'm a big girl." Alexis replies as she heads to the door. Mid-stride, she cranes her neck. Over her shoulder, she says, "Don't miss me too much, Blyth."
The front door shuts behind her, leaving Tom's bed feeling infinitely colder. The room echoes with the absence of her presence, and as he lies there, he contemplates the space she left behind, a lingering warmth that fades too quickly.
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stay with me | lee jeno
PAIRING: lee jeno x gn!reader
SUMMARY: in which you drunkenly call your best friend
GENRE: fluff, best friends to lovers
WARNINGS: none, it’s literally just fluff
WORD COUNT: 1.2k
a/n: a little cringy tbh, but hope you enjoy!!
“I’ve decided. My surgery is tomorrow.”
Your voice comes through the phone and Jeno’s eyebrows raise at your statement, urging you to continue, “what’s that about?”
“I… I-” Hiccup. “I need to get it done as soon as possible.”
He chuckles at your slurred words, “and why is that?”
He can hear the faint sound of cars driving past through the phone and the light chatter of your friends from around you, all slurring their words just like you.
“I need to get my heart removed.”
“Oh um,” Now he’s just confused because even drunk, why would you be talking about getting your heart removed? “Why?”
“I need to give it to you,” you whine. “You already have my heart so I need to actually give it to you. I can’t keep it from you anymore, it’s yours.”
Jeno’s eyebrows shoot up at your confession, a light smile playing at his lips. Wanting you to continue like this, he plays along, “I already have your heart though, you’re my best friend.”
“Ugh, why don’t you get it? I don’t want to be your best friend anymore.” He can hear the pout evident from your voice. “I want you to have my heart to love, just like I do with yours.”
Jeno’s lips part in shock as he realizes, you just said you love him. Well, not exactly, but it basically means the same thing. To him, at least. It’s a dream come true, yet you’re drunk, so you’re probably just talking nonsense. However, he can’t help but find you absolutely adorable like this, making up crazy things and being so clingy. “You’re so cute.”
“No, you’re cute,” you giggle, making his heart rate speed up.
“Are you talking to your boyfriend?” He can hear your friend ask in the background, seemingly in the same state as you. He wonders if there are others dealing with similar situations.
“Yeah, I’m gonna ask him to pick me up. We need to go on a date to be official.”
“You know, you’re gonna have to tell me about a date before making it,” Jeno interrupts your conversation, bringing your attention back to him.
“But we’re dating! We have to go on dates all the time.” You yawn, “I’m getting sleepy, can you pick me up now for our date?”
Jeno grabs his keys and his coat, already out the door, “send me your location and I’ll be there right away.”
“Okay, I miss you, so hurry!”
You send him your location and he’s already on the road to where you are. On the way over, he can’t help but think back to the conversation that just ended, not knowing whether or not to take it seriously.
You two have been best friends for years now and he doesn’t want to mess it up. He’s been able to suppress his feelings for the few months once he came to terms with how he felt.
Is it just because you’re drunk or are you genuinely being serious?
You don’t give him much more time to contemplate because as soon as he arrives and gets out of the car, he feels your arms wrap around him from the back before he can even find you.
Jeno turns around in your arms and you nuzzle further into his neck. His heart swoons for you, but then he remembers you’re not in your right mind right now.
He swallows as he hesitantly looks down at you to find yourself staring back at him with a small smile on your face.
“You’re so cute,” you reach up and put your lips on his.
For the first few moments, Jeno doesn’t even realize what’s happening. He automatically closes his eyes and relishes in the feeling of your lips on him. He doesn’t fully process how unusual this actually is and how it’s not right to be doing this while you’re drunk, before you deepen the kiss and Jeno pulls away before he can even kiss you back, no matter how badly he wants to.
“We can’t do this,” he breaths out, still in shock at the first kiss you two shared.
You pout back at him, “Why not?”
He steps back from you, your arms falling to your sides. “You’re drunk and I need to get you home.”
Jeno can’t believe what just happened. Even though he wanted it to happen, he hopes you don’t remember this in the morning, fearing that you’ll be mad at him for doing this while you are drunk. He just wants to get you home and safe, not wanting to deal with his feelings right now.
He leads your sulking form to his car, opening the passenger side and getting you buckled up, because apparently you can’t do that yourself. Once you’re all situated, he walks around to the driver’s side, taking a deep breath before getting into the car.
Jeno grips the steering wheel tight, feeling your eyes bore into the side of his head. He can tell you’re about to say something with the way you keep glancing over at him, just to find his eyes ever so concentrated on the road in front of him, thoughts racing.
You finally decide to say something, letting out a soft, “Are you okay? I missed you today. It would’ve been so much more fun with you there!”
Letting out a soft sigh, Jeno automatically feels himself relax more at the sound of your soft tone, deciding to ask about your day.
You tell him all about your experiences today, including how much you drank, until you reach your apartment. Jeno naturally got out of the car and went straight to get you out, finding yourself sitting there patiently waiting for him.
He lets out a soft chuckle at the way you are letting him do everything, allowing him to care for you like he always does.
Once you get inside, he starts to take your jacket off before you interrupt him, “woah, if you wanted to undress me this badly you could’ve just said so.”
Feeling the heat rise up to his cheeks, Jeno avoids your eyes at your close proximity, “You need to get changed so you can go to sleep.”
You laugh at his flustered state and allow him to help you get ready for bed, changing your clothes and fixing yourself up before getting under your covers.
Jeno stands by the side of your bed, waiting until you stop tossing and turning, looking up at him.
“You okay now?” He asks, staring down at you with a small smile on lips seeing you content.
“Perfect.”
Jeno smiles and turns off your lamp, turning around and taking a step towards your door before you stop him.
“Where are you going?”
Jeno turns back towards your bed, furrowing his brows, “what do you mean? I’m going home now, since you’re all good.”
“Can you stay with me?”
Jeno stares at you for a moment, before smiling and walking over to your bed. You lift up the covers as he slips in and faces you, your faces inches apart.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” you whisper. “Goodnight, Jeno.”
“Goodnight, y/n.”
You turn your back to him, facing the opposite side. A few silent moments pass before you reach back and grab Jeno’s arm, bringing it around your waist, forcing him to move closer to you. He settles into that position, and within a few more minutes, he hears your soft, even breathing, signifying you’ve already fallen asleep.
Jeno stares at the back of your head, content with how this night turned out.
He really hopes you remember it tomorrow.
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Max Phillips - Personal Vampire
Ever since Y/n has met Max his life has been difficult, their shared apartment was always cold and gloomy. If he didn’t know any better he would assume the man was trying to drive him out of the apartment, but he didn’t give up easily.
But a weird thing was that he hardly ever saw the man unless he couldn’t sleep that night, and even if he was awake at night all he could hear was moans coming from Max’s room. So he decided to stay in his room and just watch whatever he could find on his television. But some nights he was too horny not to acknowledge the moans in the room next to him, so he indulged himself, which he felt guilt about every time he finished.
Yet tonight he felt like something was going to happen, he didn’t like the feeling in his stomach whenever he heard Max come back. He didn’t hear a second voice so he decided to head out into the kitchen, where he saw his roommate sat on the couch.
“Oh hey roomie! Was wondering if you were alive! Sit, sit!” He said with a sickening sweet smile on his face, yet it was as Y/n’s body couldn’t control itself as he went and sat next to the man. He was still wearing a suit but the blazer was off, somewhere in the room.
Max offered Y/n a beer but he put it down, at his feet before turning to face his roommate. “Max, why do you always have it so fucking cold in here? Like it always feels like you’re trying to get rid of me.” Y/n spoke and Max laughed loudly, making the other man feel embarrassed.
“If it bothers you so much, why didn’t you just change the temperature? Wait let me guess, you didn’t want to enter my room?” Max asked and Y/n nodded, not wanting to enter his roommates room without asking for permission. “Aww how sweet of you, well how about we go and change it right now? Come.” He said and Y/n’s legs moved without him noticing.
Soon they were both in Max’s room, it was very boring like he only added a bed just to sleep on and left the rest of the room bare. Y/n spotted the thermostat and went to it, not hearing Max lock the door behind him. “Is 70 a good medium?” Y/n asked and Max hummed in agreement, taking off his shirt and slowly approached the other man.
After he changed the temperature Y/n turned but was trapped as a hand landed next to his face. He looked over and saw Max in front of him, bare chest and it was making him feel flustered. “Is the temperature too hot?” He asked, trying to keep his eyes on the other man’s and not on his bare chest.
“Oh no it’s not that, but you do know that I could hear your whines when you jerk off right? You’re very loud as well, even the people who I’m pounding could hear you.” He said, making Y/n’s face become more red. Max licked his lips, showing his unnaturally sharp canines.
“What do you want?” He asked the man pinning him, said man smiled and leaned to his ear.
“I want you, wasn’t that obvious?” Max asked, leaning away seeing Y/n’s mouth agape as he was shocked. Max decided to wait for an answer, not wanting to scare the helpless man in front of him. He actually liked this roommate, so he intended on keeping him.
Yet before Max could even ask if Y/n was alright, said man kissed Max hard. He swore he almost smashed teeth with the other man. After his initial shock, he soothed into the kiss taking back the dominance.
The two then moved to his bed, Y/n straddling his hips as Max sucked and lightly bit the man’s neck. Already smelling the sweet blood from within, but Max decided to suppress his urges and kept sucking. He wanted to savor this moment, making another his one and only lover.
Y/n didn’t even notice when his shirt was taken off, his pants, and his boxers. It was only when he was flipped onto Max’s bed did he realize he was completely naked and vulnerable. It didn’t help him as he could feel Max’s eyes scan his body, like a wolf scanning his prey.
Finally after Max looked over all of Y/n’s body he undressed himself, putting himself above the other man. He gave him a smirk before kissing all over his body, making the other man freeze from his cold touch. Contrasting his incredibly warm body, it was like an ice cube being rubbed all over him.
Max soon had Y/n on his knees, cock out and ready to be sucked. “I think I don’t have to say this but, no teeth.” He told the man under him and he nodded. He began to suck on Max’s cock, said man was sighing with pleasure holding Y/n’s head.
Soon he took control and began to fuck the man’s throat, and Y/n’s hands went to his side refraining from touching his cock. Yet even if he tried, it was like something was holding them to his side. After a few minutes of harsh thrusts into the man’s throat Max stopped, letting Y/n get a breather.
“Aww look at you, looking fucked out of your mind already. Look up at me.” He demanded and the man under him obliged, letting the man see his fucked out expression. Drool seeping from his mouth, pre cum dripping from his cock, and his face all red.
Y/n felt like the man’s gaze hypnotized him, it made him want to do whatever the man wanted from him. Max then put the man on the bed, chest down, ass up. Before Y/n could question the position choice, the man above him began to eat him out.
He moaned and groaned as Max’s tongue worked its magic. It felt like the man knew where Y/n’s prostate was as his tongue kept hitting and abusing the spot. It kept him moaning and shaking, feeling Max smirk as he ate out the man.
Finally Max stopped teasing him and put his cock against his ass. “If you don’t get loud, you don’t get a treat. Understood?” Max whispered into Y/n’s ear and the man nodded, feeling his mind go numb. The man above him smirked and rammed into him, Y/n moaned loudly as his back arched. Max then held his throat and kissed the man while ramming into him.
Max didn't make any sounds as he only focused on Y/n’s pleasure, making sure he was satisfied. It didn't take Y/n long before he came, getting it on the covers. Max didn’t care as he would clean up later, right now it was only him and Y/n.
Max soon began to feel the knot in his stomach begin to break, he did one more deep thrust and came in Y/n. He did a small groan as he pulled out, watching the man fall onto his bed, he smiled as he admired the man. He leaned over before kissing his neck and bit down.
Y/n could hardly feel the pain, as he was already overwhelmed. He then passed out as Max left to clean themselves up. When he finished cleaning up, Max carried Y/n to his bathroom and cleaned him up. He smiled as he saw the bite marks on his neck, excited for his lover to be just like him.
He kissed the mark before carrying Y/n to his room, he laid him down before leaving for the night. Needing to get his fill of blood for the day.
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Honeymoon
- Y/n and Harry have been dating for two months, happier than ever. But the three years spent apart still effects Harry in unexplainable ways, and when it comes to an important date, he finds himself scared to lose his relationship all over again.
This is an extra for The Heartache Series <333 I hope you enjoy
A better Place
The Happy Years
- TWs: some soft smut, angst (obviously), and I think that’s it :)
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Y/n wakes up to Harry’s face buried between her thighs, his tongue heavy and tired from the morning buzz but relentless against her lips as he moans against them, drowning in her devotion.
They’ve had their fair share of endeavors now that they’ve finally had a chance to unleash years of suppressed feelings and neglected urges. But this is different, spontaneous, a side of Harry she hasn’t yet seen before because they’re still so new at this. That must be precisely the reason it feels so fucking good right now.
He brings his fingers to the mix at the sight of her wake and it doesn’t take long after for her to finish, fingers trembling in his hair and thighs shaking against his head as he starts picking up his pace, working her up further and making sure the feeling lasts for as long as possible.
It’s when she falls limp against the bed with a pleasured cry that he realizes he could spend the rest of everyday doing exactly this — pouring his heart out to her, seeing her eyes roll to the back of her head in a glorious ecstasy, hearing her whimpers and pleas even when she knows he’ll give her everything she ever asks for. Because he loves her so much that denying her of anything sets his heart on fire and burns his soul to a crisp, in the same way it did all those years ago.
She lays below him, panting, wordless and thoughtless and everything in between. He kisses up her body, taking his time with each and every one he lays on her skin, leaving not a single part of her untouched. Every inch and dip and curve is reminded of their worth with every touch of his lips, and never has Y/n been loved so deeply. She feels it everywhere and in everything he does, but especially now, in this moment he’s made for her.
“You’re so beautiful.” He breathes against the skin beneath her breast — the first words he’d spoken to her all morning. “So perfect.”
And she is. Perfect.
And for the first time in her life, she believes it.
He lays himself on top of her, his cheek nuzzled against her collarbones as he holds her close, listening to the beat of her heart and the way it warms his. The smallest, simplest sound overwhelms him so much he can feel tears welling in his eyes, wondering what his life would become if it’d ever been taken away from him.
He got a taste of that fatality for three long excruciating years and the thought of ever going back to it makes the tears nearly fall and catch onto the skin he found himself a home in, suddenly afraid to wash it away and so he takes a deep breath in, trying his best to relish in the moment because she’s here now, back in his arms where she belongs despite the hell he put her through, and just that alone settles the ache and fear in his bones, leaving him weightless atop of his beloved.
“You’re being extra affectionate today.” She hums in amusement, her fingers running softly through his hair as her lips sneak a kiss onto the top of his head. “Did something happen?”
“Can’t I just be in love with my girl?” He asks, voice muffled as he nests himself deeper into her. “It’s not like I never do this.”
Which is true of course, because ever since they started dating again did Y/n notice just how affectionate he truly is when there’s nothing put between them. He clings to her like she was a long lost treasure solely meant for him, constantly holding her and kissing her and loving on her even in places it seemed impossible to get away with.
But when they’re alone it only seems to intensify — his hands never kept to himself, his eyes constantly trained on her no matter where in the room she is, his attention solely set making her happy and comfortable, lips forever reaching for hers — and she can’t get enough of it. This is what she’d been dreaming about for over seven years, and now that she has all of that and more, she can’t possibly live any other way. This is what she wants for the rest of her life.
“True. Just extra loving today, is all.” She says with another kiss, squeezing her arms around him tighter because he means the absolute world to her and losing him scares her more than he could ever imagine. “I’m not complaining, though. Love when you’re like this.”
She feels him smile against her before he cranes his neck to look up at her, her eyes glowing only for him.
“Do you also love it when I make reservations at our favorite restaurant?”
Her eyes pinch together, tilting her head at him as his bottom lip tucks between his teeth. His gaze wanders helplessly around her bare chest as he wonders exactly what he did to deserve this little piece of heaven held between his arms. She’s absolutely unreal to him, her existence the sun his world revolves around and always will for the rest of his eternity.
She is his, and he is hers, and he promises to himself and the gods above that out of all the things that change in this life, that will never be one of them.
“What’s the occasion?” She asks with genuine curiosity, as if the answer couldn’t have been more obvious.
“You being the best girlfriend I could ever ask for.”
-
Harry’s more attached to her than usual. Much more attached, to a point where Y/n takes notice numerous times that he’s trying a bit too much to overcompensate for something completely unbeknownst to her.
After a morning spent having a few rounds of sex and Harry doing practically everything he could to deliver her every need to her alter, the day was spent doing all of Y/n’s favorite things.
First, it started during their cool down when Harry insisted they watch her favorite comfort show, where he then cuddled her extra tight and laughed along to everything she did. Then when the two of them decided to take a shower, he insisted on washing her hair and body — refusing to have her do any of the dirty work as he stood there and did it all without a single complaint in the world, but rather continuously thanked her for allowing him the pleasure to do so. And when they both got dressed, Harry sprawled kisses all over her body as he put her clothes on for her, muttering the softed, sweetest, most affectionate nothings against her skin before covering them up with her articles of clothing, only to kiss her over them whenever he was done.
And now as the two sit at her favorite restaurant, Harry moves his chair from across the table so that he’s sat next to her, feeding her her pasta and holding her glass of wine up to her lips between every three bites. And while Y/n does enjoy some pampering every now and then… this is just a bit too far, and she doesn’t know how to bring it up to him.
“There you go, puppy.” He coos to her, watching as her lips wrap around her fork and graciously accept the food into her mouth with a soft hum. When he notices that some of the sauce had fallen onto her chin, he doesn’t hesitate to take the napkin from her lap and dab it away, softly, sure to keep her makeup intact. “Enjoying it, my love?”
She nods, proceeding to chew as she watches over his features, somehow trying to find the answers in them. This isn’t him. This isn’t her Harry and she’s starting to get increasingly concerned because something is clearly wrong, and he’s refusing to tell her what it is.
But she doesn’t want to ruin the dinner he had planned for them and she certainly doesn’t want to make him more upset than he already is. Because he is upset, she knows this because she knows him more than he knows himself and when Harry’s upset or feeling insecure, he puts himself in positions to make him feel better about the situation, no matter how unusual or complex they become.
What truly scares her is that whatever it is that’s making him feel this way is directly associated with their relationship. Something is threatening it, or at least that’s how he feels, and she’s starting to wonder what she could have possibly done to let it get this far.
So instead of asking questions, she tells him what he needs to hear.
“It’s wonderful, H. And you’re wonderful. I love you so much and I appreciate everything you do for me.”
The beaming smile she gets in return eases her nerves just the tiniest bit, softening her just the right amount enough for her to smile back at him just the same, his love just as infectious and intoxicating as him.
But when he reaches for her fork again, her smile falls.
“But what about you? You’ve barely touched your food.”
It’s her turn to reach for his plate, determined to get him fed because ultimately, it’s been him that’s been doing all the work today — in and outside the bedroom. There’s a big part of her that misses tending to him, she finds joy in it, a purpose, and without it she feels like she’s failing him as a girlfriend, though he’s made it clear that that could never be possible.
And so before she can get too far, he slaps her hand away, innocently and gently of course, a persistent shake of his head.
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll eat when you’re all done, okay?”
She nods at him hesitantly, small and slow blinks passing through her eyes as she pulls her hand away and closer to her side, but not before Harry grabs onto it and presses a kiss to the top of it, as if to apologize for what he’d done earlier.
“I’m sorry. It’s just — I want tonight to be all about you. I want you to sit and enjoy your meal while looking pretty and not having to lift a single finger. You deserve it. You really do.”
She sighs, still unsure but swallowing down any other negative feelings she has. Her and Harry are okay, she’s okay and he’s okay and whatever the reason may be for his clinginess, it’ll all fall into place once he’s ready to talk about it. Besides, he can’t ever go too long without pouring his heart out to her.
So she nods again, this time with certainty and a breathtaking look on her face. They meet for a kiss, a long one, one full of soul and devotion and an absolute need for one another. If only they could survive on just this alone… they’d never die.
When they pull away, they both look drunk — eyes hooded and dazed, lips in loopy smirks, her hand still in his.
“Now open up for me.”
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When the tab has been paid and Harry leaves the restaurant with Y/n’s hand in his, there is barely any time for her to say anything to him before he starts listing all the other things he has planned for her tonight.
Surely everything sounds exciting — from the new movie she’d been wanting to see to grabbing ice cream at her favorite parlor, late night grocery shopping and a last minute stop to the floral shop to choose her favorite bouquet — but nothing sounds better to her right now than spending the rest of the night in Harry’s home and actually talking to him, especially about all the things he loves, too.
She misses her usual Harry, the one that doesn’t try so hard to impress and swoon her, the one that doesn’t get carried away by ideas of what could possibly make her happier when the only thing on the planet that gives her real, genuine happiness is him. She wants him to take her home and make chocolate chip pancakes with her, their favorite album playing in the background with the occasional slow dance, popping a bag of popcorn in the microwave before migrating to his bed, where he kisses her and snuggles her and sings her to sleep.
All these plans just seem like time away from him even though she knows he’ll be there. It just isn’t the same, and quite truthfully, something about them just doesn’t feel right.
So she doesn’t say anything, just listens to him as he rambles about the endless options they have to fill up the rest of the night, feeling bad for having him lay everything out on the table just for her to push them right off after.
He opens her car door and even so much as buckles her in before making his way to the driver’s seat, clapping his hands and rubbing his palms together, seemingly excited about something she can’t find in her heart to understand.
“So what are you thinking, lovie?”
Her fingers fiddle against her lap, her gaze set on them and trying her absolute hardest to not bring the mood down. But that’s quite inevitable, she comes to realize, because she needs to know what’s going on in his head before she can give herself any peace of mind. This is her soulmate, her one and only, her forever and always, and she just can’t keep letting him hide his feelings like this while pretending everything is okay.
“I’m thinking you need to tell me why you’ve been acting like this all day.” She says straight to the point, her head not lifting even the slightest inch, shoulders suddenly tense. “Because it’s killing me that you’re hurting so bad and not telling me why.”
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He hates how well she knows him. He hates that no matter how hard he tries to distract himself (and her) from what’s eating him alive, it’s never enough. Because what’s been chewing him up and spitting him out is something completely beyond her control — a battle within himself that she can’t defend him in, that she can’t mend or win without bringing up the very past that split them up in the first place.
But no matter how much he didn’t want to admit it, he needs her reassurance. It’s the very reason he’s been milking every last bit of her attention since the moment he blinked his eyes open, and the same reason he can’t keep it all in now.
“The bloody date.” He sighs, his tone suddenly much different than the one he’d been carrying all night.
It’s silent for a moment, Y/n trying to wrap her head around it, her head slowly lifting up to look at him with confusion. Much to her dismay, however, it’s now him that’s not looking at her.
“What?”
“The bloody fucking date.” He punches his steering wheel with the side of his fist, but not hard enough to startle or scare her. It’s just that the mere thought of it is enough to make him sick to his stomach and he is just so tired of letting something so insignificant take this much of a toll on him.
But how insignificant can it be if this day has been haunting him since it was first put into his head?
“It’s September 25th.” She says to clarify, speaking it more like a question than a statement as she tries to think of what it could possibly mean, but there’s nothing that comes to mind. She shakes her head. “I don’t understand.”
And he should have just left it there. If she doesn’t remember the date, it’s because it no longer holds any meaning to her. It’s not something that keeps her up all night and fills her with so much dread she can hardly breathe the same way it does him, or haunt the deepest, darkest, most hidden parts of her mind even in their best and happiest moments together.
This pain is one-sided. This hurt is one-sided. And bringing it up may make her feel the same way he does, and he just doesn’t want to do that to her. But he has no choice.
“It’s your wedding day.”
Y/n’s mouth falls open, the smallest and subtlest gasp falling from her mouth as his words hang heavy in her bones, nearly paralyzing her.
“Oh.”
“Look, I know it’s stupid, okay? He’s not in your life anymore and he’s not the one you chose to be with, but it just hurts to think about. It tears me apart knowing you were supposed to get married to somebody else today. I just really wanted to be close to you.”
How could she have possibly missed this?
How, for a single second, could she disregard something that she knew once hurt Harry’s feelings? How could she have lived these past two months in complete oblivion to her boyfriend’s silent suffering? How could she not see that with every day that came closer to the date he’d fill himself with so much doubt he felt the need to scrape at every little thing to hold onto just the smallest bit more of her?
Declaring and promising to be with somebody else for the rest of her life isn’t something he’s going to forget about just because she chose to be with him instead. After all the mistakes he’s made and the years forced to spend apart, that part of her life hovers over him like a cloud ready to rain on his parade at any chance it gets, and she failed to see it.
Maybe she isn’t so perfect after all.
“Hey.” She frowns, her voice hardly above a whisper as she reaches over the console to place her hands against his cheeks, coaxing him back to her. “Look at me.” When he does, her face softens. She hasn’t seen him this upset since their last night in Malibu. “I couldn’t imagine how I would feel if the roles were reversed, so I’m just going to tell you what I know and just hope that it’s enough to put your worries to rest.”
He doesn’t say anything. Rather, he gets lost in the very eyes he fell in love with all those years ago — those eyes that comfort and love him from miles away, even when they aren’t trained on him.
“We’ve only been together for two months and yet you’ve made me more happy than Alfie ever did in two years. You know what I need to feel loved and respected everyday, do you know how nice that feels, to not have to beg for the things I feel like I deserve? You just give them to me, everyday, so casually and effortlessly and with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on anybody.” She lets out a breathy laugh of endearment, as if she were in disbelief that love like this could ever exist. But it does, it so does, and it’s all because of him. “I have wanted you longer than I’ve ever wanted anything else. You’re everything to me. My thoughts are consumed by you from the second I blink my eyes open to the second I lay them to rest, and even when I’m asleep do I see you, and feel you, and love you just as deeply.”
A loose tear falls from his eye and down his cheek, which Y/n is quick to wipe away with the pad of her thumb. And even after it’s gone does she continue to run her finger beneath his eye, soothing him, hoping he can see just how much she means it and how much she trusts him.
“I looked forward to this day all week because I was excited to be with you.”
He practically melts into her, a small whimper filling the silence as his head falls and crashes itself against her chest. He makes her so happy and yet here he is, nearly crying in her arms over something he’d done so long ago.
She sighs, holding him but knowing in her heart that it’s no longer enough. So she undoes her seatbelt and lifts herself up from the passenger seat, Harry’s head snapping up at her in complete and total devastation because he doesn’t want her leaving him like this. But the confusion turns to admiration when she sits herself down on his lap, her arms looping around his neck and attacking his lips with her own, kissing him like her life depends on it because it does, it really, really does and she knows his life depends on it, too.
“I’m so fucking stupid.” He whines when they pull apart, his hands on her waist, squeezing them tight. “I hate what I did to you. It could have been us getting married today if I just realized how good I had it.” He presses his forehead against her chest, regret and guilt weighing down on him in such unfathomable ways. “I had it so good and I let it all go. I’m so fucking sorry.”
“I know you are. You tell me everyday.”
He presses chaste kisses to her neck as her fingers dance in his hair, pressing him closer to her because nothing feels better than him laying all his love on her. This is how she wanted the night to end and it feels so good to be getting it now, this time for all the right reasons.
“I love you so much. You’re the best person in the world. Seriously. Nobody comes close.”
She giggles, pressing her cheek to the side of his head.
“Another thing you tell me everyday.”
“Because I mean it.”
What she loves most about Harry is that despite everything they’ve been through together, he always makes up for all the wrongs he’d done. He doesn’t take what they have for granted, or disregard any of the apologies or reassurances now that he’s won her back. No, he takes his time with her, shows her just how much he missed her in their three years apart and reminds her as much as he possibly can that he never plans on letting her go again.
He treats this the same way he’s been treating this since their first day back together, and it’s an indescribable feeling to be wanted so badly by him. He’s never given up on her, never made her take the blame for what happened, never stopped fighting for her trust. Even when he has it all, he needs to make sure he deserves it.
And oh, how much he does.
“Why don’t we go away for the next few days?”
His kisses come to a halt, his breath falling short for a few seconds before lifting his head up from her and meeting her gaze halfway.
“What?”
“Just you and me. We can turn our phones off and, you know, have a little honeymoon for us? We haven’t formally celebrated ourselves as a couple yet.”
His girl is full of endless surprises, catching him off guard in the most romantic ways possible. Because who else would sweep him off his feet and run away with him at the last minute, diving headfirst, completely fearless?
She wants a honeymoon with him. She wants early morning sunrises with bottomless mimosas with him, without the need for a wedding or vows or a white dress only worn to be taken off later. She wants the sleepless nights full of lovemaking in a honeymoon suite as long as it’s spent with him, and he hasn’t even gotten her a ring yet.
But one day, he will. One day, they really will have a honeymoon together that lasts much more than a few days, planned well in advance, with a ring so big she can barely lift her hand up. And it’s going to be with him, he’s absolutely sure of it.
“And where was my lovie thinking?” He smirks, fingers flicking at the collar of her t-shirt.
She hums, not knowing just yet, but positive on at least one thing.
“Somewhere far, far away.”
His smirk grows wider, his eyes wilder, ready to throw every obligation out the window because the only thing that matters is sitting right in front of him, right on top of him, and he’d sacrifice anything and everything just to keep her exactly where she is now.
The love of his life, the reason he lives, the core of his existence.
“Nothing could ever sound more perfect.”
#Harry Styles#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles one shot#harry styles imagine#harry styles smut#I love them hehe :')
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“What did you tell him?” Remus asks as soon as they’re alone again. “He seemed…upset.”
Sirius snorts at that. “Just asked him to speak in English from here on out.”
“And?”
“He will,” Sirius grins at him, and everytime it’s like being punched in the chest. It leaves him breathless and aching. “He won’t like it, he made that abundantly clear to me, but he will.”
Remus only nods, because he can’t think of anything to say. He rakes his mind, desperate for something, anything, and then—
“This place is beautiful,” Remus blurts out, and immediately regrets it. This is the third time he’s said that and he’s sure Sirius has noticed and is about to take the piss out of him for it.
He doesn’t.
He only bites his lip, his smile turning demure. Soft.
Right.
Because, generally speaking, you don’t take the piss out of someone on a first date.
And that’s what this is.
A date.
He is on a date with Sirius Black.
He can hardly believe it, but here they are, sitting across from one another in a French restaurant, and the walls and ceilings are made of glass, and the waiters speak French—which had prompted Sirius to expose his own proficiency in the language, only further highlighting the surrealism of the night—and Sirius Black is his date.
He looks down at the menu, an attempt to play at normalcy, and something about it catches his eye. “There’s no pricing on here?”
He looks up after a few beats of silence, jolting a little when he finds that Sirius is already staring at him.
“Are you alright?” Remus asks, stretching his leg out to nudge him under the table when the other man doesn't make a move to answer either question.
“Sorry?” Sirius blinks a little, his eyelashes touching his low-set eyebrows, his stare so piercing Remus has to look elsewhere, but everywhere else is just as dangerous. Soft red lips. High cheekbones. Crooked nose. Perfect, perfect, fucking perfect.
“The menu. There are no prices listed.”
“Oh, right, they don’t do that here,” Sirius explains. “Just choose whatever you want.”
“Sirius, I'm not letting you pay for this.”
“Why not?”
“Because.”
“Sound argument.”
“Because,” Remus reiterates, a frisson of irritation rushing through him, and this is good. Familiar. Safe. “We go dutch—”
“Ah, ah, ah,” Sirius cuts in, holding up a finger, and smiling smugly at him. A year ago he would have punched him in the face for it. Now he can barely suppress the urge to reach over and drag him into a kiss. “Friends go dutch. We are not friends.”
“No?” Remus asks, warmth spreading up the back of his neck. “Have I finally worked off my debt, then?”
“No,” Sirius echoes, ignoring the jab, and the lighting in here is low. Intimate. But not so much so that Remus can’t see the redness crawling across his cheekbones. “We are on a date. So, it’s different.”
“Is it?”
“I suppose it has to be,” Sirius shrugs. “I wouldn’t know.”
Remus has to look down, look away from silver eyes and soft words to get himself a little under control. He lets his eyes trace unseeingly over the menu, and wonders, not for the first time, just how he’s meant to make a choice when everythings in French. He’s about to chance a glance across the table when a sudden voice interrupts, heavily accented and entirely displeased, “Have you made your—ah, vin selection?”
@wolfstarmicrofic
#wolfstar microfic#wolfstar#r/s#remus lupin#sirius black#this was almost an angsty coming of age microfic#but they were already holding hands so I had to give that up#pathetic sirius is my religion but some pathetic remus content is always nice too <33#hmmm also gifting this to lane#lane this ones for you <33
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Ris!!!!! I've been catching up on the priest au thirst and i thought of eren from priest au and a drunk clingy mikasa stumbling into his office part of him would find it cute how she was clinging onto the point he couldn't even move giggling and asking him silly little questions like 'would you love me if i was a worm' with the cutest pout on her face her trying to kiss him and stuff but I also feel like he would get jealous cause no one except him alone gets to corrupt his sweet mikasa but he let it go for that night cause he has to take care of his baby but little does she know what he has planned for her the next day
omg drunk mikasa is so sweet. giddy after one glass too many of leftover homemade wine from a donation drive, cheeks warm and pink, a toothy grin on her face. it makes eren realise she doesn’t smile as much as she deserves, and it brings a pang of regret in his chest. if he hadn’t brought her to this town, if he hadn’t ever met her, would her life have turned out differently? would she have smiled more?
in his office, she’s on her knees because he’s asked her to be. or rather he’d only said it once, a small slip of tongue and honesty, when he’d admitted: you look nice like that, pretty on your knees. if he’d been looser lipped he would’ve also said: … with your small mouth wet and pink like a little kitten. but he hadn’t, and she hadn’t known just how depraved it really got inside his dark place, so he kept coming back, kept kneeling by his side, kept saying ‘father’ in that soft, raspy voice of hers that haunted him at night. today she is less restrained, and rests her cheek on his thigh, right above her knee, more intimate than he ever allows, more affectionate than she thinks she is probably allowed to be with her priest.
“i didn’t know you had to do so much paperwork as a priest.” her voice sounds dreamy, the slightest slur around the edge. eren suppresses the urge to pinch her cheek. “what exactly did you think a priest had to do,” he asks, a fond smile on his lips.
she lets out a long hum. “i don’t know. help people. talk to them. tell them how to be good. teach them how to be loved by god. look pretty in your priest dress, i guess.”
eren’s pen stills, ink blotting against paper. his throat suddenly feels dry. licking his lower lip, he says slowly. “everyone is loved by ymir, mikasa. you know that.” and then, as if the words are too heavy to speak, almost stumbling, he asks, “so you think i’m pretty?”
she giggles, sounding so beautifully childish, for a second he doesn’t know what to do with himself. “father eren is the prettiest priest, in his pretty priest dress. all the girls think so.” the edges of her voice turn bitter, and it hangs in the air until she covers her mouth with her hand with a little slap, suddenly realising what she’s saying. she turns to look at him with puppy eyes and wine flushed cheeks. “but they must have told you already, haven’t they? all the things they think about you. i’m not the only one.”
he wonders then what goes on in her little head. if she thinks he talks to other girls the way he does to her, if she thinks people confess things the way she does to him. if he “teaches” them how to repent in the way he does to her. even though he is barely touching her know, it makes him feel full to the brim with guilt and something worse: a cagey, fledgling beast made of anger that wonders why she has so easily accepted that he has any kind of relationship with others, a calm knowledge that if she had even a hint of anything with anyone else he would destroy it, a sick urge to hold her face in one hand and taste her wine-slick tongue. maybe he could chastise her for drinking too much, stroke her cheek softly and tell her that if there really was a god out there, there’s no way she wouldn’t love her. how could anyone not love her. on most days he feels utterly defeated by the impossibility of it.
“think only of yourself, mikasa,” he says, hating himself for it as soon as he says it. he could’ve said anything— that there really is nobody else, no one talks to him the way she does, nobody trusts him the way she does, even if they did, he wouldn’t abuse their trust the way he does to her. “ultimately, there are no secrets between you and god. everything that goes on in here...,” he taps a finger on her head and strokes it down to her cheek, fighting desperately not to bend down and kiss her. (he could do it, he thinks. she might not even remember. why suddenly is her inebriation a moral cock blocker when his position of power never managed to have that same effect?) his voice feels hoarse as she looks up at him, chin tilting upwards in the sweetest gesture of obedience. no one has ever touched her like this, he thinks. not in the innocent way it might have seemed just now, and definitely not in the terrible ways he has touched her when he made her confess every brief fantasy she might have entertained, only to enact something ten times more depraved. it makes him feel like a bad man, but at the same time, this is probably the closest to god he has ever felt in his life.
eren has drifted off into thoughts filled with guilt and longing but mikasa is still looking at him with reverence, hanging on to his unfinished sentence like it is something holy. her eyes are cloudy grey and not as transparent as he would like. he likes it better when she is sober, when her thoughts are not the slightest bit fuzzy, but full of him and tinged with shame- shame for the desire she feels for him. he lets the edge of his index finger brush against her lip, lets himself bend and whisper over the shell of her ear. "everything little thought you have is ultimately naked in front of ymir."
@annluvazzel you have resurrected the brainrot!!
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Hello! I saw you took requests and wrote for Jesse! Could you maybe write where the and reader are together but Spann is a bit friendly with Jesse (because let's face it, we saw how she was in the movie, she definitely did things with Jesse like an assistant with benefits), and reader is trying to keep their cool while showing Spann that their not going anywhere and is in it for the long run?
Sorry if I didn't explain too well, but thank you for writing and take your time I know you must be busy I get sometimes it takes a bit so really no rush!
Thank you 🤗
thank you soo much for the request love, sorry for the wait <3
tw: none!
INCONVENIENCE - JESSE CROMEANS X READER
he knew you were in it for the long-run. of course you were, you’d learned every single one of jesse’s flaws and secrets, as he learned yours in turn. you were his rock, and he was your light. together you made a lovely couple, as shown by the heavy ring on your finger. you knew that your lover was desirable, he is a man of great power after all - it’s just a pain in your ass when the help tries to have their way with him. preston was dead for a reason, and you just wished he’d wise up and do the same thing to spann.
the lingering looks and barely concealed touches were grating in your nerves. if you were a worse person you’d take one of jesse’s shiny knives, kill her, record it and show it to him as an early birthday gift but you know it’d only serve to piss him off - and yeah maybe you didn’t have the prowess to take spann on. but it still made your blood boil when she dares to try and subtly flirt.
you were in his office, sitting on his desk as he sat in his office chair. his hand began to creep up your thigh and you smiled, fully ready to give him exactly what he wanted. then someone knocks at the door.
“come in,” bleats jesse’s robotic voice, and in strides spann; seemingly a little startled at your presence.
“mx. cromeans,” she says, smile with a little too much teeth. “i didn’t expect you to be in today,” you do your best to bite back a scowl. spann seems to quickly recover, icy eyes meeting yours.
“i thought i’d surprise jesse,” you say, smiling at your spouse. “he’s never one to complain,” at this you feel your man scoot closer to you, hand wrapping around your waist. you smile wider, but spann is unphased.
“right. well, i was wondering if mr. cromeans would like to join me for lunch,” she pauses, as you repress the urge to clench your fist. she smirks slightly, eyes falling on jesse. “there’s some things i’d like to discuss. about the company, of course,” smug bitch. you’re about to open your mouth to respond when jesse’s monotonous tenor interrupts you.
“no. don’t ask again when i’m with my spouse,” it’s final. spann, ever the collected one, purses her lips and nods.
“i’m sorry mr. cromeans-“ she begins to say, but jesse holds a hand up, typing something quickly out on the keypad he holds in your lap. looking down at it, you bite back a smile as he presses the ‘send’ key.
“matter of fact, don’t ask again. if i ever need to speak with you about something, i will come to you. is that clear?” you’re trying to suppress your giggles but this is just too good. you hold a hand to your mouth and laugh quietly, squeaking when jesse pinches your side. you look down at him but his mask is still turned towards spann. the woman is looking down at the ground, suddenly meek.
“yes sir. i apologize,” she quickly turns out of his office, tail tucked between her legs. you smile freely now, kissing all over jesse’s mask.
“you told her, huh?” you coo, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his neck. his broad shoulders shake with silent laughter, you feel the rumble in his chest when he presses closer to you.
“of course,” his machine says, his fingers tapping quickly against the keyboard. “i won’t tolerate any inconveniences when i’m with my love,” you feel his gaze from behind his gleaming mask and any fear you may have felt melts away. it’s you and him forever, despite what spann may think.
“seriously though, i think i want her dead.” you murmur, and jesse throws his head back with rumbling laughter, squeezing you close to his side.
xoxo, babe 💋
#jesse cromeans#chromeskull#jesse cromeans x reader#chromeskull x reader#spann laid to rest#laid to rest 2#slasher imagine#slasher x reader#slasher x you#slasher imagines#horror#horror x reader#horror x you#buddy's pieces#buddy's buddies
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heyyyyy buddy! just wondering if you had any thots about this gif?
later~
Oh, hey you. Of course, I have thots!
We’re just going to ignore Thor’s presence in this little scenario (sorry, boo)…
What Did You Expect?
Imagine Loki has played one of his tricks on you, but this time he’s taken it a step too far — so you go to his chambers to confront him.
“Hello, pet. What brings you—”
The pretentious lilt of his voices tells you everything you need to know.
Your hand finds his chest, forcefully pushing him back into his rooms before kicking the heavy door shut behind you.
He looks impressed — perhaps even a bit aroused — by the newfound ferocity his trickery has awoken within you.
Bastard. Is he actually getting off on this?
“Darling, I- I meant no harm. It was just a bit of fun,” he chuckles, backing away as you note a glint of something akin to desire in his gaze.
Your fury surges. It’s too late for his half-assed apology, yet somehow you resist the urge to slap that smug grin right off his perfect face.
“Do you realize how much you infuriate me, Loki?” you ask, continuing to stalk toward him until the back of his knees knock against his chaise lounge.
“I think I might have some idea,” he muses, quirking a brow as he falls back onto the soft cushions. You’re not sure if it’s the adrenaline pumping through your veins or the primal attraction you feel toward him, but something about the way he’s teasing you makes your pulse quicken and your skin flush.
His mocking response only further vexes you, and soon you’re straddling him, fingers gripping his chiseled jaw as you slowly roll your hips against him. He gasps, eyes wide and pupils dilating as he looks up at you with unbridled lust.
“Someone needs to tame that silver tongue of yours, my prince,” you tease, all logic leaving your mind as your heart beats wildly against your ribcage.
Loki snickers, his eyes flickering with mischief. “Oh, pet,” he drawls, his hands grasping your ass possessively as he grinds into your core. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, his muscles taut and ready beneath you. “How I wish you would try.”
The husky timbre of his voice sends tingles down your spine, and you bite your lip, feeling a surge of arousal pool between your legs. You’re not sure if you want to throttle him or kiss him senseless.
“In all honesty, though, I’m not sure I want to be tamed,” he murmurs as his darkened eyes search your face for any signs of resistance and find none. Chaos erupts as Loki suddenly flips you onto your back, his large form looming over you. You feel a rush of anticipation, and — even as you try to suppress a whimper — you can’t help but wonder if you’re playing right into his hands. But as his soft lips brush against your neck and his hands skillfully roam your body, you realize you don’t care.
When he sucks a bruise to your sensitive flesh, you finally allow yourself to let go, moaning his name in devout prayer. And then, just as you think he’s going to kiss you, he pulls away, a teasing smirk on his lips.
Infuriating. But really, what did you expect?
“Not so fast. I want to savor every moment with you, pet,” he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. “After all, what’s the rush? We have all night.”
Loki’s eyes lock onto yours, the intensity of his gaze pulling you deeper and deeper under his spell.
“And trust me, I have plenty more tricks up my sleeve…”
a/n: Well, that escalated quickly. I was not expecting to write a drabble!
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I've been recovering from a bad flu and was wondering if I could be self indulgent and request Hc's for M6 when Mc is almost recovered from a bad flu?
First example; they cough every so often, they have a dry throat and sound bit horse still. Their favorite foods taste like shit and their appetite isn't fully back yet, but they have most of their energy back and can do everyday things and even feel lazy when doing nothing all day.
Thanks for your request! I’m so sorry for how long this took me. 🥴
I’m sure you’re well over your flu by now 🤧✌️ but since it’s disease central out here, I hope this brings us some comfort. ❤️🩹
Stay healthy y’all. Our immune system be fighting wars out here. 🫡 🍊
The Arcana Headcanons
Recovering from the Flu
Asra
Asra takes the days in stride. He’s a fairly relaxed person by nature. He doesn’t understand your rush to return to the everyday world. He prefers you to rest in bed so your mind, body, and spirit can fully recover.
From the beginning of your illness, Asra wanted to care for you, but he’s hesitant to be overbearing. He understands your complex sentiments towards the “caregiver” role he’s taken.
He takes a background role to your healing, acting as a shadow in his support. He makes homemade tea bags, cuts up fruits, prepares soups, washes the bedsheets, draws baths… small things that make a big difference in lightening the load.
He doesn’t nag you about what you chose to do. Want to go for a walk? He’ll join you with a spare coat and water. Insist on going to the market? Let him carry the basket. He’s desperate to see you well and happy once more, and he’ll do anything to show it even if it means taking a step back
In the end, Asra will promise that once you regain your taste, he’ll buy you the biggest, warmest pumpkin loaf at Selasi’s.
Nadia
Nadia has the palace on lockdown. She knows better than to believe that you won’t push your recovery time to a minimum. In Prakra, rest is valued and the body is treated sacredly. A broken vessel can hold nothing good. She urges you to rest as much as possible.
Everything is at your disposal - the finest cloths for your sniffles, the richest honey for your cough, the softest pillows for a midday nap. Nothing is too good for you.
After a few days, she will feel guilty for keeping you under lock and key. She knows how lonely the palace can be, and she wishes she had more time to keep you company.
In the evenings, she’ll try to make it up to you with a true rarity of her highness. She’ll sing to you sweet lullabies her father used to sing to her as a child. Her voice is smooth and deep, and Prakran songs have a rhythm much like a running river. It’s rare to hear her sing, and most are unaware of the Countess’s secret skill.
Julian
Julian, of course, is worried. He’s always worried! However, to best help you Julian switches into “doctor mode” to suppress his emotions. It does pain him to treat you like a patient, but he knows his medical skills are much more helpful than his worries. It’s a much different side to him, something you’re not used to seeing. It’s not bad, though. In fact, it’s rather charming.
He takes an upfront role, stern but soft. He’ll bring you tinctures and supplements from the clinic, as well as ask Mazelinka for any wives’ tale that could prove useful. He’ll cook for you and draw baths, and lights are out no later than 9:00pm.
Julian encourages you to keep moving and stay in a routine. He’ll offer to take you to the beach where you can relax in the sand. He knows the sun, fresh air, and water do wonders for health.
Once you’re fully recovered, Julian is relieved to have you again. He’ll apologize for being so cold, but that he simply wanted to help you. He’ll shower you in kisses and hugs to make up for the empty days.
Portia
While Portia is often one to work herself to the bone while under the weather, she refuses to let you do the same. She’s aware that it’s rather hypocritical of her, but she frankly doesn’t care. She can be somewhat of a nag, and that she does feel guilty for.
Portia is well versed in homeopathic medicine. It’s a skill that she picked up from her hometown, and it reminds her fondly of Mazelinka - the late nights they’d stay up together over the fire, picking dried herbs off their stems, talking about life, and sharing stories of the high seas…. It’s a fond memory for her.
If you insist on working, she’ll pack you a hearty soup and homemade ginger tea, both with plenty of healing herbs infused. When you get home, it’s candles, blankets, and bedtime. She’s also not afraid to snuggle up next to you despite the sniffles. At least if she gets sick too, she has an excuse to stay home with you. 🧡
Muriel
Muriel agrees that it’s no good to linger in bed for too long. If you’re up to it, he’ll support your decision in getting on your feet. This doesn’t erase his worry; he’ll still keep a strong eye on you.
When you go off to the shop, he’ll pack a bundle berries and dried orange peels for you to snack on. He’ll also spent the day preparing bone broth for dinner. If you don’t eat animal products, he’ll swap it for a ginger, garlic, and onion based broth.
The Kokhuri are strong believers of homeopathic remedies, like aromatherapy. Muriel would purchase and prepare incense and dried herbs to burn while you relax at home. He even knows of a great natural hot springs to relax in. If you’re too tired to walk, he’ll carry you.
But most of all, he’s a strong believer that company is truly the best medicine. Like Nadia, he has many lullabies and folk lore to share with you. He’s shy at first, but it’s rather cathartic for him to sing. It’s nice to relive his native tongue once more.
As the night settles in, he and Innana will gladly cuddle up to you once you’re asleep and keep you warm through the night.
Lucio
Lucio actually roughs out his cold most of the time, crediting his “it’s not a problem if I don’t think about it too hard” mindset. He reserves his crybaby tendencies for when he’s feeling truly horrid and sorry for himself.
He’s surprisingly gentle toward you, as he admires your tenacious spirit. Many other partners in his life used his status to pamper themselves in these situations. It’s strange to have someone so independent and capable that choses to stay with him. Lucio knows he’s a pill, and your faithfulness isn’t lost on him. He never wants to diminish your will and strength, so he’ll do his best to support you from the shadows.
Expect servants on the hour to check in on you, periodically bringing over drinks, snacks, and cough drops. Sometimes, Lucio will offer walk through the gardens for some fresh air. If you’re struggling, he’ll bring over a blanket and pillow for a brief nap. Although he’ll promise to wake you up in a few minutes, he’ll allow you to rest longer if that’s what your body demands.
At the ends of his work day, he won’t leave your side. He’ll run a hot bath for you and offer to read to you. Afterwards, the night is yours. Whatever you please, he’ll have it ready for you.
#the arcana#asra the arcana#asra alnazar#julian the arcana#julian devorak#ilya devorak#nadia the arcana#nadia stratinava#portia the arcana#portia devorak#muriel the arcana#muriel of the kokhuri#lucio the arcana#lucio morgasson#the arcana headcanons
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How to be NOT normal about a boy, Ji Hyun edition. Part 2
Part 1
Next question Ji Hyun desperately needs to answer is whether they are flirting or Jae Won is an affectionate friend. He HAS seen him kiss his terrible friend while drunk, and he hugs pretty much every one of his friends, so WHAT ARE THEY? My dude tries to look normal while being sooo not calm about his crush.
Jae Won doesn't seem to remember his name, which is not great, but at least Ji Hyun gets THE BOY's last name. But they don't share a room. This trip is such a rollercoaster for my poor dude. (COME ON, you need to be STRONG! It's okay to get mad because of love but at least TRY to be calmer, Ji Hyun!)
The freshmen look so releved not to share the room with the seniors. Couldn't be Ji Hyun. My dude is GREEDY, he's swap rooms in a heartbeat.
JAE WON supported him after he introduced himself publically! (CALM DOWN, EVERYTHING IS FINE) JAE WON IS GOING TO TEACH HIM SWIMMING (OH GOD OH GOD MY DUDE IS NOT FINE, I AM NOT FINE, NOBODY IS FINE)
It's not that Ji Hyun is self-conscious about his body, it's just the only way to make the situation more unbearable would be if Jae Won was also undressed. (They would have a problem, wouldn't they? They would.) Even now my dude is struggling to breathe properly and doesn't know where to look. (CALM DOWN, SOLDIER!!!)
HE TOUCHES JAE WON'S BACK AND NECK (nobody is fine, everyone is deceased). I bet Ji Hyun at the same time blesses and curses the people who invented these wetsuits. (IF ONLY YOU KNEW, HONEY, but you're too busy being horny and trying to suppress your urges)
MY DUDE IS CAUGHT RED-HANDED, and he panics so hard that he has to remind Jae Won about him giving the green light. He has overdone it again? (No, my dear, but stop panicking and be snarky because you're flustered.)
With this amount of touching and compliments, I wonder how my dude is holding it together. It seems very difficult.
My dude is not tired, but he IS GOING TO BURST IF JAE WON DOESN'T STOP. Being normal about a boy would be much easier if Jae Won was acting like a normal senior! But now? NO CHANCE.
Ji Hyun doesn't touch Jae Won back (HE WOULD FIND OUT ABOUT HIS FEELINGS IMMEDIATELY), but does it matter when Jae Won touches him SO MUCH and takes care of him?
HOW TO BE NORMAL ABOUT A BOY WHEN BOTH OF YOU ARE NAKED IN THE SHOWER? AND THE BOY IS TEASING YOU AND SAYING YOU SHOULD COME CLOSER? Ji Hyun is trying not to look disrespectfully, but he is, again, not the God's strongest soldier. He can't help but look. Also, naked touching. Don't start anything you can't finish, Jae Won, because this dude is losing his control VERY quickly.
Ji Hyun seeks Jae Won's company, and even though he doesn't touch, he is close.
But Jae Won just keeps touching, and my dude just has to be in close proximity to get those hands on him all the time. How easy is that? Don't tempt him!
Jae Won's "I like Ji Hyun" during the game makes my dude bluescreen SO HARD. My poor little meow meow! Everyone will KNOW if you say you like him too but STOP PANICKING!
What could be better than looking into your crush's eyes, sitting near a campfire and listening to a romantic song? NOTHING. Okay, maybe kissing your crush, but this is pretty close too! Ohhhh Ji Hyun wants to kiss him so much he can't look away. HE IS NOT FINE.
Ji Hyun is not slow, and he knows there's totally some drama between the surfing girl and Jae Won, but he's not going to ask, and that's why it's so unexpected that Jae Won kisses him. He is obviously upset because of the girl, and next minute his lips are on Ji Hyun's, and next minute he is gone, their kiss interrupted by their group. And he is ignoring Ji Hyun, not allowing to get closer and not touching him. Ah, and he kisses his terrible friend again (not snogging him though, and I think Ji Hyun would have cried otherwise).
Ji Hyun can't understand anything, but one thing is clear - the light is not green anymore, and it's heartbreaking how NOT OKAY he is about it. He didn't even overdo it, and it wasn't his fault.
How to be totally normal about a boy, Jae Won edition
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