#cosy days under the blankets when it’s raining outside
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Azriel x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings: blood. injury. near death experience.
Summary: Azriel was severely injured on a mission and his chance of survival is low and his mate and wife refuses to leave his bedside.
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Azriel was laid motionless in his bed. The only indication of life was the shallow rise and fall of his chest that seemed to get slower and slower day by day. On the left side of his bed, Rhys and Cassian sat looking helplessly at their brother before them. There wasn’t anything they could do for him no matter how much they wanted to.
Sitting on the right side of Azriel’s bed was Y/N. Her hand clutched his still and cold one between hers tightly. There were dried tears under her eyes as she looked at her mate and husband before her. The blanket covering his body did little to show the large scar staring from his hip and ending at his shoulder. It was an angry red but Madja had calmed everyone that the redness would go down with time.
“If only I didn’t send him on that stupid mission,” Rhys mumbled. “Then he wouldn’t be here.”
No one responded. The only sound heard was the rain hitting the window outside.
Y/N brushed Azriel’s hair away from his forehead. After the mission it had been caked with blood and grime and now after many washes it was soft to the touch. She only wished she could listen to his small content sighs as her fingernails scratched his scalp.
“Don’t blame yourself, Rhys,” Y/N replied after a while of silence. “He would have gone on that mission regardless.”
“But I could have gone with him,” Cassian said. “I could have protected him.”
“And possibly gotten yourself hurt as well,” Y/N responded, finally lifting her gaze to meet Cassian and Rhys. “Then we would be in a position where both of you could have been severely wounded.” Y/N’s gaze returned to Azriel. “I don’t wish for Nesta to feel the way I am right now.”
“You shouldn’t be feeling like this at all, Y/N,” Rhys said. “You two should be in your own house safe and sound.”
“Well that is an impossibility right now, Rhys.” Y/N’s tone was clipped and short. “I’m sorry to ask you this but could I be alone with him?”
Rhys and Cassian immediately got to their feet. “Of course,” Cassian responded.
“If you want or need anything Y/N, make sure to ask,” Rhys said as he placed his hand upon Y/N’s shoulder.
“I’ll be okay.” It was all Y/N said. It was all she could say.
When Rhys and Cassian left she barely heard them as she let fresh tears fall. “Az, you need to come back to me, baby.” Y/N shuffled her chair closer to the bed, her knees knocking painfully against it but she didn’t care. “I need you to wake up. I need you to open your eyes.”
There was no movement from Azriel and it only made Y/N’s tears fall in a more rapid succession.
“Madja healed you the best she could but she made no promises that you would wake up. But I need you to, my love. Please, just give me a sign that you are in there, please, just anything,” Y/N’s voice was full of desperation and she spoke to her husband. Y/N didn’t even know that something could be as painful as this.
Y/N watched Azriel for any sign of him listening to her. But there was nothing. No flicker of his eye under his eyelids. No stutter in his breathing. No twitch of his finger. There was absolutely nothing.
Y/N screamed.
***
The sun was high in the sky and Y/N stepped through the gate to her and Azriel’s cottage. It was on the edge of Velaris, far from the centre of the city. In her small wicker basket, Y/N had two fresh bouquets of flowers, courtesy of Elain. The blistering heat made Y/N wipe the sweat from her brow as she approached her front door, fishing the keys out of the basket.
As she went to place the key in the hole, she found that the door was open the smallest amount and Y/N’s guard immediately went up. As her grip tightened on the basket, she pushed the front door open. Their living room was large but cosy, filled with many blankets and pillows of all different textures. The windchimes hanging just beside the front door sounded out as a small breeze blew bast.
“Hello?” Y/N called out, reaching for the dagger concealed behind a painting Feyre gifted her.
However, Y/N immediately dropped the dagger and basket as her mate walked around the corner. A smile immediately spread across Y/N’s face as she launched herself at him.
“Hi, baby,” Azriel’s low voice whispered in her ear as she wrapped her arms around him. His arms making their way around her, his hand cradling her head.
“You weren’t meant to be back yet,” Y/N said.
“I finished what I needed to do early,” Azriel mumbled into her shoulder. “The first thing I did was come here, even Rhys doesn’t know I’m back.”
Y/N gripped onto him tighter, afraid that if she let him go, he would disappear. It had been two months since Rhys sent Azriel on a mission and it had been two months since Y/N had spoken to Azriel. The only contact she had with him was the wave of love he sent through the bond each night, but that was never enough. Y/N craved to hold him within her arms.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Y/N replied. “I would have stayed here to wait for you.”
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Azriel said.
“Well it has been the best surprise ever,” Y/N said, pulling away from the hug to capture Azriel’s lips with her own.
Azriel dropped his arms to her waist, wrapping them around her tightly. Y/N pulled away and rested her forehead on his. “I missed you so much,” she said looking into his eyes. The colour ingrained into her brain.
“Well you’ll be happy to know that I won’t be going on any missions for a while,” Azriel said.
“Why? Are you okay? Did Rhys tell you to take some time off?” Y/N asked, her eyebrows furrowing as she thought of the worst possible reasons.
Azriel smiled brightly. The smile only Y/N got to see. “I’m fine, Rhys doesn’t know that I am taking time off yet.”
“Then why are you? Not that I’m complaining or anything,” Y/N said, pecking his lips.
The smile on Azriel’s face only seemed to light up his face further. “Well since you and I are going to be planning a wedding, I will have no time for my duties.”
“Wedding?” Y/N asked. “What wedding?”
Azriel reached behind him. “Ours.” He revealed the most beautiful ring Y/N had ever seen. It was simple but it was perfect.
Y/N stumbled back. “Az, you can’t be serious?”
“I’m completely serious,” Azriel said. “Will you marry me, Y/N?”
“But we have already been mated for years and you have never mentioned anything about getting married,” Y/N said.
“I saw how you looked when Elain and Lucien got married,” Azriel said. “And I’ll be honest that I bought this ring nearly a year ago, long before the wedding.”
“You want to marry me?” Y/N said, tears springing to her eyes.
“I want nothing more in my life,” Azriel replied, taking her hand in his. “It would be an honour to call you my wife.”
A single tear fell down Y/N’s cheek but she smiled wide. “It would be an honour to call you my husband.”
“So is that a yes?”
Y/N nodded. “Yes, Azriel. I will marry you.”
***
Y/N awoke with a smile on her face as she reached to the other side of the bed, searching for her husband’s warmth. Only when she opened her eyes did she realise what her reality was. Azriel was still laying in the bed and his breathing seemed even shallower than it had been before she fell asleep.
Her chair scraped the floor as she leaned closer to caress his face. His dark eyelashes rested delicately on his cheeks, Y/N had always been jealous of them. There was no small flutter of them at all. All Y/N wanted him to do was open his eyes. His beautiful eyes.
“Please,” Y/N whispered, her lips brushing his cheek. “Please wake up.”
“Y/N?” Feyre’s voice came from the doorway. Y/N hadn’t heard her open it. “I brought you some food.”
“I’m not hungry,” Y/N said, her voice void of emotion.
Feyre sighed and made her way further into the room. “You need to eat something, it’s been days.”
“I’m not hungry,” Y/N said, settling back in her seat but kept Azriel’s hand firmly clasped between hers.
“At least have a drink of water,” Feyre said, offering a glass to Y/N.
Y/N tore her gaze away from Azriel and looked at the glass Feyre was offering. She didn’t want to take it but her mouth was dry. With great reluctance, Y/N released one of her hands from Azriel’s and took the class of cool water.
“Have you been here all night?” Feyre asked.
“I haven’t left since he was brought in here,” Y/N answered. “I can’t leave.”
“I know that you don’t want to leave him, Y/N, but you need to take care of yourself too,” Feyre said gently. “Why don’t you get dressed in some clean clothes? I will stay here with Azriel and if he moves, I will immediately come and alert you.”
Y/N looked at her mate and husband laying on the bed. “I can’t leave because I know that if I do, there is the possibility that he stops breathing.” Tears glistened in Y/N’s eyes as she looked up at Feyre. “And I will regret for the rest of my life that I was not there with him while he passed.”
Feyre placed her hand on top of Y/N’s and gave it a small reassuring squeeze. “I have not known Azriel as long as you, Y/N. But what I do know about him is that he is a fighter. And above all, he will always fight for you, he will always fight to come back to you.”
Y/N sighed. “I know. And I will always fight for him. But this time it is different, Feyre. I have seen Az injured beyond what I thought could be possible. I have seen wounds like you would ever believe, but he powered through it. You never saw the look on his face when he appeared on the doorstep. He was scared, Feyre. I had never seen that look on his face before.”
Y/N took a shaky breath and stood from her chair and perched on the edge of Azriel’s bed. Her hand gently cupped his cheek.
“I had never seen such fear in his eyes. When he collapsed in my arms he whispered one thing in my ear, ‘I will always love you both’. He did not believe that he would survive. He risked everything so he could see me one last time.” Y/N said.
“‘I will always love you both’? What did he mean by that?” Feyre asked.
“I’m pregnant, Feyre,” Y/N said and allowed the enchantment that concealed her scent to fall. “We were going to tell everyone after he was home and we had a few days just to ourselves. But it seems like we will never get the chance. I can feel the bond fading every single minute. It feels like I am clutching at air trying to hold onto it.”
“He will wake up, Y/N,” Feyre said, determination lacing her tone. “Even if I have to wake him up myself, I will make sure he comes back to you. I will make sure he will meet his child.”
Tears fell freely down Y/N’s cheeks. “I really need him to come back, Feyre. I can’t do any of this without him.”
“He will wake up, Y/N. Az would never leave you alone. In the years I have known you both, I have never seen two people so in love with one another. Whenever you walk into the room, he lights up. Whenever your name is mentioned he listens in. Whenever you smile at him, his shadows always seem happier. He thinks no one notices but we all do.”
“I love him so much, Feyre,” Y/N sobbed. “I need him so badly.”
Feyre shuffled closer and hugged Y/N. “He will come back. You will get to hold him in your arms again. He will meet his child and the two of you will live happily. There is no possible way on this planet where Azriel would let you live in a world where he isn’t in it.”
Y/N nodded into Feyre’s shoulder. “You make him sound like a stalker.”
Feyre let out a quiet laugh as she pulled away and wiped the tears from Y/N’s face. “Now let’s get you some proper food. Because you know that Azriel will kill you if he finds out that you are not taking care of yourself.”
Y/N smiled. It is small and barely there but it was a smile. “Yeah, he would.”
“I need to make Nyx his lunch so what do you say about sandwiches?” feyre asked.
“Sandwiches are fine with me,” Y/N answered.
As Y/N began to pull her hand away from Azriel’s, she felt his fingertips curl around hers. He head snapped to where they were connected. A small gasp left Y/N’s lips as she clutched his hand a little tighter. In return she was greeted by his grip twitching within hers.
“He moved,” Y/N said. “He moved Feyre.”
A soft smile appeared on Feyre’s face. “He knows you’re here,” Feyre said. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
As soon as Feyre was out of the room, Y/N sat back down by Azriel’s side. “Hey, baby. I miss you and love you.” Another gentle squeeze of Y/N’s hand. She smiled, tears in her eyes. “I can’t wait until you wake up. It may be many months away, but our child is desperate to meet you. They’re desperate to hear your voice again. And so am I. I can’t wait to listen to you tell me about your day, about how much you love our small family. I can wait to hear a stupid joke you heard that you will only ever tell me. I just can’t wait until you wake up.”
Azriel didn’t squeeze Y/N’s hand again but deep down Y/N knew that he heard it and knew that she was there. She brought his hand to her lips and pressed a gentle kiss against his knuckles before placing it down by his side once again. “I love you and I will see you later.”
***
It had been three days since Azriel had first squeezed Y/N’s hand and he had been making more movement since. His chest rose and fell in a healthier succession and there was the occasional twitch of his fingers, always in the direction of Y/N. Azriel was always reaching out in the direction of his mate and wife.
Y/N still constantly remained by Azriel’s side, but occasionally took breaks to look after herself and the baby growing within her. Y/N had taken the time to inform the rest of the Inner Circle about her pregnancy and the news was greeted with congratulations but Y/N could tell they were holding back. The one other person who should have been celebrating with them could not be there.
“I’m just saying that if it's a boy, you should name him after me,” Cassian said.
Y/N had found herself once again in the company of Rhys and Cassian. Both of the males wanted to sit beside their brother in hopes he would wake up. Unlike the first time the three had sat together, the atmosphere seemed to be a little lighter.
“Az is certain that it's a girl,” Y/N responded. “He wants to name them after his mother.”
Y/N looked down at Azriel with a small smile on her face. She could still picture his excitement when she told him that she was pregnant. Almost immediately he wanted to go out and start buying things for their child.
“That’s sweet, but Cass can still be a girl’s name,” Cassian remarked, a teasing grin on his face.
Y/N shook her head, a small amused smile creeping onto her face.
Cassian groaned. “Rhys, when you and Feyre have another kid, what about the name–”
“I’m not naming our second child after you either,” Rhys replied. “Maybe go and pester Elain and Lucien next.”
Cassian laughed. “I still think it's a great name. You are missing out.”
“I’m not naming my child after you, Cassian,” A new voice entered the room. It was quiet and groggy.
Y/N’s gaze immediately shot down to the bed and noticed that Azriel’s eyes were opening and the grip he had on her hand tightened.
Tears sprung to Y/N’s eyes. “Az…”
Azriel groaned as he shifted his head to look at Y/N. As soon as his eyes met hers, Y/N felt the bond come to life and that was when she broke down. So many emotions filled Y/N within seconds and she threw herself down on the bed, her head resting on Azriel’s chest.
“My love, I thought you were gone,” Y/N wailed.
Azriel slowly moved one of his hands to caress the back of her head. “I would never leave you. Either of you.” His voice was quiet and hoarse, yet Y/N could hear the love within it.
Y/N lifted her head to look at Azriel and noticed both Rhys and Cassian slowly making their way out of the room. She noticed the tears shining in their eyes.
“I never thought I would see you again,” Y/N said.
Azriel slowly pushed himself up on the bed, wincing in pain as he did so.
“No, no,” Y/N said, placing her hands gently on his shoulders. “You need to rest.”
“I’ve done enough resting,” Azriel said, settling back against the headboard. “All I want to do is look at my wife and hold her in my arms.”
Azriel gently tugged Y/N forward until her forehead rested on his. “I heard everything you said to me.” He revealed. “I tried to move, I tried everything but I couldn’t. I had no way to reach you. I never thought I’d ever see you again. I never thought I would meet our child.”
A single tear fell down Azriel’s face and Y/N hastily wiped it away.
“It’s okay,” Y/N said, gently cupping his cheeks. “All that matters is that you are here and you are okay. We don’t need to think about that anymore because you are awake and here.”
“I love you,” Azriel whispered. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too,” Y/N replied. “Just promise me that you are not going on any missions for a while.”
“I won’t be,” Azriel said. “I will not be leaving this court at all until our child is born and probably long after. I don’t want to be put in this position again. I don’t want you to ever nearly lose me again. I want to see our child grow up. I want to be by your side for eternity. No mission or job could ever come before my family.”
Y/N gently pecked his lips. “I am so glad you are here, my love.”
“I will always fight to get back to you, Y/N,” Azriel said, nothing but love in his tone. “I love you too much to ever let you go.”
Y/N didn’t respond verbally, instead she gently shuffled forward and wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head into his shoulder. Azriel’s arms immediately latched around her, keeping her pressed against his body. Even when Y/N tried to pull away slightly to not hurt him, Azriel refused to let her. Y/N just relaxed into him.
“Madja will need to come and check on you at some point,” Y/N mumbled.
“Not right now,” Azriel said. “I just want to hold you right now.”
“Rhys and Cass will want to see you too,” Y/N said.
“They can wait,” Azriel said. “And all the others can wait. Just for tonight I want to spend my time with my family. Just you and our child.”
Y/N pressed a soft kiss to the side of his neck. “Then let’s just lay here all day then. I can’t think of anywhere else I would rather be.”
“I cannot believe how lucky I am that I have you in my life, Y/N,” Azriel said, the stubble on his face scratching her bare shoulder from where her robe had fallen.
“I am the lucky one, Az,” Y/N said. “I am lucky enough to have someone who would fight so hard to come back to me.” Y/N leaned back from the hug and placed his hand on her stomach. “To us.”
“I love you,” Azriel said, wrapping his arms back around Y/N’s body. “I love you both.”
Y/N only hugged him tighter and that was the way the small family remained, completely wrapped up in their own little world.
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Levi with a s/o who loves books and the rain.
Raindrops and pages
Levi x fem!reader
Modern AU, fluff, romance, CEO Levi, being a couple, rainy day.
Levi comes home from work with a gift for you. Before giving you the gift, he stops for a moment to admire you. The two of you shower each other with love before enjoying a nice quiet moment.
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The crisp cold air nibbled at Levi's cute puffy cheeks as he hid under the umbrella. All Levi could think about was you warming his cheeks up with your kisses. It'd been a long day for him and he was very tired and it was too damn cold out.
He moved through the front reception and waved to the guard on duty. Once he'd gone through he tapped his card against the reader in the lift and went up to the penthouse. The closer he got to the penthouse, the more relaxed he felt.
The penthouse was so big when it was just him and he hated going home, but after you moved in he couldn't wait to get home. It used to feel and look cold. However, you added little touches to the place to make it more welcoming. It wasn't the forever home though, Levi had plans for a home in the country with you so you could have a family together.
Levi pulled off his wet coat and placed his umbrella in the right spot for the water to trickle off. He placed his work bag on the hook you installed for him and retrieved a present for you. It didn't take long to find where you were. Levi always knew that on long days at home, you'd be sat in the cosy window he made for you so you could sit, read and enjoy the views.
He paused a moment and admired you in a baggy shirt of his, comfy trousers, fluffy socks and a blanket. He couldn't but smile as you focused on your book with a hot cup of tea on your coffee table next to you. The intention was to go right over to you, but seeing how comfy you were as it rained outside he wanted to join you in that comfort.
You were so in your own world that you didn't notice Levi go to the bedroom. He quickly removed his suit and changed into his jogging bottoms and a long-sleeved top. He put his slippers on and made his way to the kitchen to grab a cup so he could share a tea with you at your little tea station next to you.
Levi called your name. "My cute little bunny."
You lifted your head from your book and smiled. "Hello, grumpy. How was your day?"
He leaned over and kissed you. "Horrible. I missed you."
You giggled. "Let me guess, you had to socialise a bit?"
"I did."
You took his cup and poured him a cup of tea. "Well, I'm proud of you. You've done really well today. Thank you for your hard work."
"You always know what to say to make me feel good."
You shuffled forward. "Want to cuddle?"
He sat behind you and pulled you into his arms. "Mm, perfect." He handed you the present before taking his tea from you. "I got you something. I made sure it was delivered to work so I could surprise you."
You unwrapped it slowly. "Thank you. You're so sweet to me."
"I hope you like it."
You gasped when you saw it was an old book. You investigated it and saw it was a first edition. "Holy shit. A first edition!?"
Levi showered your neck and shoulder with kisses. "I know you love that story and I thought you'd appreciate a first edition."
You stared at the first page. "Is that the author's signature?"
Levi looked closer. "Yeah. They sent me this certificate as well to say it's real."
You turned in his arms a little and kissed him. "You're incredible. Thank you. This is...wow..."
Levi hugged you with one arm. "Can you read to me?"
You shuffled around and leaned your back against Levi's chest. "Of course."
It was comforting to Levi to be with someone like you. There was something so soothing about quiet moments reading a book, watching the rain sometimes and having a warm drink. This life was like a long, warm and lasting hug.
Levi smiled and called your name. "I'm happy, really happy."
You snuggled closer. "Me too."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
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pairing: george karim x fem!reader
word count: 1.8k
synopsis: Reader is a solo agent who has a rather unfortunate first encounter with George. Even though both hope it was also the last, they will meet again sooner rather than later.
A/N: Something new from me after a few weeks! This is a tentative first chapter of a little series I might write - I have some ideas but nothing exactly figured out yet (also no title yet). Any feedback would be absolutely amazing and so very much appreciated🩷🧡
taglist: @maraschinomerry @marinalor @oblivious-idiot @lockwood-lover @givemea-dam-break (if you want to be added or removed, just send me an ask:))
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The key turned smoothly in the lock and you pushed open the door to your little apartment. The green paint of the door was chipped off at the edges and the hinges creaked terribly when the door swung open too slow, but at least with this one, you felt like locking it had an effect. No comparison to the shitty lock to the even shittier apartment you had started your career as a solo agent in two years ago.
The room was filled with the subtle blue glow of dawn, so there was no need to switch on the light as you walked over to your bed, avoiding stepping on the wrinkled clothes and books strewn all over the carpet. You turned on the small lamp on the bedside table, the warm light easy on your tired eyes as you slowly started to untie your sturdy boots. It had been an exhausting night, one of many in the past few weeks. You were glad that available cases weren't hard to come by currently, but that also meant working through most nights. Which in turn took a toll on your energy levels. But at least today, you could sleep in since you had decided to keep the next night free of any work with the supernatural, so there wasn't a need for research in the library either. The sun was already creeping up over the horizon, and even though the morning sky looked beautiful, you pulled the curtains closed to avoid having the sunshine on your face in just a few minutes. You fell asleep almost as soon as your face hit the pillow.
It was late afternoon when you woke up again. You wouldn't have minded just staying in your warm, cosy bed, curled up under the heavy blanket, but your grumbling stomach forced you to get up. Seeing as the day was almost over anyway - at this time of year the sun was setting early, and that meant businesses closed and people hid in their homes much sooner than they would in the summer. But you would still have enough time to get a fresh coffee and some delicious pastry from your favourite bakery if you left now. It wasn't the closest bakery from where your apartment building stood, but it was the one you often stopped by on the way to the archives and they had the best coffee in all of London.
Outside, the air was cold and crisp, the sidewalk littered with autumn leaves in all different colours, some stomped into the mud by the people that had walked there before you, some submerged in puddles from last night's rain. You burrowed your hands in the pockets of your thick winter coat, letting your eyes wander over the beautiful facades of the houses you walked by. You were now in a part of London that was much nicer to look at than where you lived, but you'd probably never see any of those houses from the inside. Even if there were supernatural incidents, this kind of people tended to hire Fittes or Rotwell or any one of the bigger agencies. Not solo agents like you.
A few minutes later, you walked by one of the houses that always caught your eye. The little wooden sign that was attached to the ornate fence in front of the short walkway up to the door read A.J. Lockwood & Co Investigators
You knew who Lockwood was. You weren't his biggest fan, mainly because the one time you met, he had beaten you in a fencing competition. Though the fact that he had also beaten Quill Kipps had somewhat redeemed him in your eyes. Kipps was by far one of the most annoying people you ever had the displeasure of working with, and seeing him poked in the behind by someone several years younger than him had made your defeat sting a little less. You were aware Lockwood had his own agency, but really only since the events at Combe Carey Hall that had sent shockwaves through all of England. Ever since then, they had been in the paper now and then, and you had read every article intently. Even though you told yourself you weren't that interested in them.
Darkness was approaching faster than you had expected and so you sped up a little. The streets were already almost deserted, except for a frail-looking older lady on the other side of the street, but she was clearly in a hurry as well. When you reached the bakery - just a few minutes before closing time- it was empty. You greeted the older man behind the counter, who was already in the process of preparing your usual coffee order as he had seen you approach through the big windows at the front of the shop. You chatted a little with him as you picked out the pastry that you wanted to accompany your coffee. At this late hour, the display was almost emptied. "Do you still have one of the doughnuts with the orange jam filling?", you asked, and the man shook his head apologetically. "I did save one for you just in case you'd stop by, but I just got an order in and unfortunately they came first." He gestured to a small package behind him that contained six different doughnuts. Your favourite, the one with orange jam, sat right on top, almost as if it was mocking you.
Oh well, there wasn't anything you could do. You picked one of the muffins that were still available and searched in your coat pockets for some change to pay for the muffin and the coffee. The man handed you both over the counter and you thanked him. You turned around swiftly, eager to get back home, but you didn't get very far. The collision with the person that had suddenly appeared in front of you knocked the air out of your lungs. You managed to hold on to the paper bag with the muffin in it, but the coffee cup in your other hand was not so lucky. You squeezed it hard in an attempt to not drop it on the ground, but that just caused the plastic cover to pop off and hot coffee to spill all over your hand. You stumbled back, the pain from the scorching hot coffee penetrating your skin. You gritted your teeth to not yell obscenities at the person responsible for your mishap and put the coffee down on the counter. You grabbed some of the napkins that were placed there and patted yourself dry. The person you ran into was some curly-haired dude a little taller than you, and he just looked at you with a blank expression. "How about an apology?" you spat out, adding 'you asshole' in your head. You immediately wished you had said it out loud when he shrugged and uttered a bored-sounding "Sorry", clearly not meaning it. You watched him take the box of doughnuts and leave the bakery, not giving you another glance. "Here, take this." üöä.You turned to the man behind the counter and he held out a new cup of coffee that you took with a thankful smile. "Don't mind him. He's a little prickly at times." You scoffed. That wouldn't be your choice of words to describe this guy who not only caused you to spill coffee all over yourself like an idiot but also apparently stole the last of your favourite doughnuts available that day.
When you stepped back outside, the cold air felt soothing on your hand. Upon further inspection, the skin was just a bright, angry red, but there didn't seem to be any real injuries. Nevertheless, you were still angry about the interaction you just had. This guy had singlehandedly managed to ruin your first free day in several weeks. And then had not even given a proper apology after the whole fiasco was his fault. Your anger remained the whole way home, and it was only when you sat down at the small table in your apartment with the muffin and the coffee that your mood improved a little.
***********George's POV***************
It was a rainy afternoon, and so dark that the streetlamps were already switched on even though nightfall was still hours away. George had his eyes focused on the ground before him as he walked to not slip on one of the many wet leaves on the concrete. He had the hood of his puffer jacket pulled over his head, the box of doughnuts pressed against his chest in an attempt to protect it from the slight drizzle of rain. he was lucky that he still managed to get the usual selection even though he forgot to call until just half an hour ago. The book he had buried himself in after breakfast had been too captivating for him to think about any chores Lockwood had bestowed upon him. Including buying doughnuts for after dinner.
He kicked off his shoes in the hallway carelessly and trudged into the kitchen, where Lucy sat at the table, scribbling around on the thinking cloth. Lockwood stood at the stove, stirring a soup of rather questionable colour in a pot. He put the slightly crumbled package on the table and Lucy immediately pulled it over to her.
"The one with orange jam is mine", George said immediately and he didn't miss the way Lucy rolled her eyes as she picked one of the plain powered ones. "Tell me something new", Lucy mumbled through her mouthful of doughnuts. George ignored her and started pulling out bowls from one of the cupboards to set the table. Lockwood's soup tasted much better than it looked, and for a while the three of them sat in silence, the only sound the scraping of the spoons against the porcelain bowls.
"Some girl spilt coffee all over herself at Arif's today", George broke the silence while he helped himself to a second serving of soup. "What?" "I come in, she turns around and runs straight into me. I'm lucky she didn't pour it over me." Lucy finished her portion of the soup and pushed the empty bowl away from her. "Couldn't you have just stepped aside?", she asked. George huffed. "Why would I? She has eyes, she can see where she goes. But based on how she demanded an apology from me immediately she probably doesn't see it that way." He paused for a moment, then shrugged. "Anyways, it's not like I'm ever gonna see her again."
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The Counting Game
DreamXD and Dream are enjoying their new life in the Overworld, though it takes time to adjust to certain things. During a thunderstorm, Dream is scared of the loud noise so DreamXD keeps him distracted.
Hello. Surprise. Just a quick fic to post. This was finished in under a week but it was just a quick vent/comfort thing to write for myself. I adore settings where there's a thunderstorm and the characters are cosy. It's just so nice.
Also a little bonus story of Dream and XD in their early days in the Overworld. I'd say Dream is about 10 years old in this fic.
Pls Enjoy
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The transition to the Overworld had been pretty seamless, all things considered. DreamXD's worry for Dream adapting was quickly eased. His little brother absolutely loved the realm. He was fascinated by all the colours, and ran after every sheep, pig and rabbit; which was a nightmare for XD in the first couple days.
Before he’d left the End, XD had gone to the Kept Library and taken every book he could to learn about the Overworld. He knew it was a different world but he never realised just how different. There was no cold surface of endstone, but instead there was soft grass. XD knew this but he was shocked to see how many different shades of grass there were. He read all about the different flowers but the colours of them all were more breathtaking in real life than just an illustration in a picture. The close, stillness of the End was nearly forgotten on the first night. The warm air and cool night breeze was too pleasant.
Dream was not just okay with the move, but he was excited to learn. His days were spent running around the meadow biome and at night he was curled up in XD’s arms, reading some new book about the Overworld.
Today a sudden rain storm had struck, so Dream’s exploration had ended early and he came home drenched. After a quick dry off and given extra blankets, he fell asleep faster than usual as XD was reading him a book about the ocean monuments. Assured he was safe to go, XD carefully shuffled himself free and retreated to his own room.
XD never needed to sleep but he had made his own room in their house regardless. When they first came to the Overworld the siblings had travelled mostly until XD saw it was straining for Dream. They settled up in a birch forest until Dream wanted to travel again. So the routine became travelling, setting up for a few months and then travelling again.
For now they were set up on a mountain meadow. With XD slowly getting used to the Overworld blocks he set up a cosy house for them. XD’s room was modestly small, just enough for his bed. He had a book open on the villages of the Overworld, learning the different cultures and clans of each biome village. XD knew it would be important for Dream to make friends his own age but anxiety prickled his thoughts. It had been so long since XD spoke with mortals, and he needed to learn their cultures if Dream was to have a chance.
A flash of white filled the room and then there was a clap of thunder. XD gave a look outside to make sure nothing caught fire, and lamented a thunder storm was to be expected from the rain today. He was about to turn a page when his ears flickered to the sound of scuffling.
“XD!" Dream screamed as he burst into the room.
The relaxing atmosphere was instantly gone as XD shot up in his bed. “What is it?!” He opened his arms as Dream jumped up into the bed. A thousand terrible thoughts ran through his head as Dream scrambled into his arms. "What happened?!”
"A-a-a noise! Th-there was a loud noise!" Dream cried out. His eyes were wet with fresh tears. "Something c-crashed!"
"Crashed?" XD tilted his head. Relieved but still cautious he cupped Dream’s cheeks and wiped the tears from his cheeks. “What… Oh! Do you mean the thunder?"
As though given an example there was another crash of thunder, bathing the room in white again and Dream screamed. He buried himself into XD’s side.
“Shhh, it's alright, it's okay Dream." XD soothed their brother. "It's just thunder. We learned about this, remember!”
Dream shook his head into XD's side. While petting Dreams curls, XD waved their hand and materialised another book. They flicked it open at the right page and lowered it to Dream still in their side.
"See? Remember the book about the weather?” XD coaxed. Dream pulled his head from the safety of his brothers side. His green eyes were still wet with tears, and he sniffled as he tried to read.
"See? It's a thunderstorm." As XD's lower set of arms held Dream, he used his upper hands to hold the book steady and trace a finger along the words. “Thunderstorms occur in a type of cloud known as cumulonimbus. They are accompanied by strong winds and often produce heavy rain. They are characterized by the presence of lightning and it’s acoustic effect on the Earth’s atmosphere, known as thunder.”
Dream sniffled as he peeked out of XD’s side. His shaky breaths calming as he pulled himself out. XD smiled to his brother. One thing XD realised early on was a combat of Dream’s fear was knowledge. If he was scared or anxious, XD took him to the library where he’d lose himself in books; fiction or not.
Now it seemed to be working the same way. Dream was carefully reading the book and wiping his eyes clear until another sound of thunder boomed through the house and he retreated back to safety. He only squeaked this time instead of screaming, so it was some progress.
“Come on, Dream. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” XD hushed. “It’s just thunder.”
“I-It’s loud…” Dream sniffled.
XD couldn’t argue there. They closed the book and waved it off to disappear again. Of course it was different learning about something than actually experiencing it. “It won’t be here for long.” XD assured him and brought up the covers to Dream’s shoulder. “Do you want to stay here tonight?”
Dream nodded frantically into XD’s side, peeking out just slightly to ask. “Can-Can I have your cloak?”
XD’s heart warmed and of course he agreed. He waved one of his hands not wrapped around Dream and summoned his long green cloak. It worked well as a blanket, especially for young Dream and it became a comfort to him. Even with the fear of another thunder strike, Dream pulled himself back and reached for the cloak, making grabby hands at it before XD wrapped it around him.
The cloak was far too big for Dream and absolutely engulfed him, but he smiled for the first time since the storm started and cosied into the warm green fabric. He nuzzled himself back into XD’s side, not catching the slight twitch his older brother made. XD had to to hold himself back from giggling, but as the tickling feeling faded, it sparked an idea in XD’s head. A distraction.
“Dream.” XD started innocently. “Do you want to play a game to pass the time? Just until the storm is gone.”
Dream peeked out of the safety of his blanket and looked at XD with wet but curious eyes. “A-A game…?”
XD nodded. “The counting game.” He grinned.
Dream’s eyes lit up with a delighted sparkle and broke out into nervous giggles. “Y-Yehesss…”
XD’s grin widened as he moved himself to sit up. Dream sat up too, though still keeping the cloak wrapped around himself.
The counting game had served well in the past to tire Dream out and put him to sleep. XD figured it would work just as well to keep him distracted until the storm past.
“How many eyes do you have?”
“Two!” Dream squeaked and happily giggled as XD tapped over both his eyelids as he counted.
“One… Two! Correct!” XD praised. “How many noses do you have?”
“J-Juhust one!” Dream giggled when XD booped at his nose.
“So smart you are.” XD cooed. “So how many arms do you have?”
Instead of answering, Dream fell into sweet giggles, and wrapped the cloak tighter around himself.
“That’s not an answer.” XD grinned. “How many arms do you have?”
“T-Two…”
“Show me them.”
Dream squeaked and bundled himself up, as through trying to sink into the cloak blanket.
“I need to count them, Dream…” XD tried to keep his voice serious, but he was smiling too wide to seem actually serious. “Show me your arms.”
The young Dream giggled again but he slowly unwrapped his arms. He carefully brought them out, not really stretching them but enough to show them off. “S-See? Two.”
“Two!” XD agreed and before Dream could pull his arms away, XD stuck his hands into Dream’s armpits and scribbled his fingers in.
Dream squealed, immediately trying to kick away as he pleaded through his high high pitched laughter. XD pulled his hands back, not wanting to overwhelm the little one so soon. “Good job! Two perfect arms.”
XD could see Dream wanted to huff, but his cheeks were red and he smiled so wide. He was too happy to complain.
“Now. How many hands do you have?” XD asked.
Dream answered, showing off his hands and giggling when XD poked them with his claw. He answered ten for his fingers and giggled again as the God slowly counted them out.
“So smart. So smart.” XD praised. “How many legs do you have?”
“T-Twoho…” Dream had the cloak fallen around himself instead of wrapped. He kicked his legs forward just a little bit as though showing them off.
“Good. And how many knees do you have?”
Dream’s head tilted, as it wasn’t usually a question XD asked. “T-Two?”
“You’re right!” XD clamped his hands just above Dream’s knees and squeezed. His other hands held around Dream’s ankles, keeping his legs straight when he inevitably tried to kick them. Dream’s laughter came out in a surprised yelp. He threw his head back into a high pitched squeal and tried to bat XD’s hands away. It of course did no good but XD was merciful and let his hands be pried away.
“Y-Yohou’ve never cohounted my kneeees before…” Dream panted out.
“Well I should. I have to make sure all is right with them.” XD reasoned, though of course it was a lie. The truth was they and Dream recently just found out Dream’s knees were tickly and they wanted to test it out. “Now… How many ribs do you have?”
The squeal Dream made did very little to deter XD from tickling him. In fact it made him want to tickle him more. His little brother fell back from the knee tickling and was now wrapping his arms tightly around himself. “No!” He squeaked out.
“No? Do you not know?!” XD put on an overly dramatic voice and they gasped. “Well we have to find out!”
Before Dream could run, or plead. His hands were easily unwrapped from him and XD’s extra set of arms swooped in. They started at the top, latching on and kneading into the top two ribs.
“Two… Foooour.”
“EHEHEX DEHEHEHE!” Dream laughed as he shook his head side to side. He made weak little kicks into XD’s chest which did not hurt or deter the God at all.
There was another clash of thunder which faltered XD’s tickling a little. It was further away and the room never flashed, but XD waited almost expectedly for Dream to realise. But it seems in the tickling Dream hadn’t heard it. He still laughed over the tickling over his ribs, and screamed with laughter when XD’s fingers kneaded in again.
“I have to count and make sure they’re all there, Dream. Siiiix. Eight.”
XD terrible count stopped eventually, and he pulled back, letting Dream curl up to protect himself. He was panting and tired and XD knew he wouldn’t last long. Time to wrap it up.
“Well you have a perfect amount of ribs. Now how many toes do you have?”
Dream’s panting ended with a gasp as he curled up tighter. He tried to shield his socked feet with his hands, like it was any kind of protection. “T-Ten! I have ten! N-Noho nehehehed to cheheck!”
“Oh but I must check! What if you’ve misplaced one?”
Before Dream could sputter out how impossible that was, his ankles were snatched and he was yanked almost upside down. His socks were pulled off and tossed aside and XD was already grabbing at one of his toes.
“XDEEEEEEE!” Dream squealed as he tried to reach for his feet. It was impossible to reach and trying made Dream giggly from how silly it was.
“You are just making this longer Dreamie~” XD cooed. His fingers wiggled just slightly over Dream’s toes before he grabbed at one again. This time tickling his nail just slightly under it and grinning at Dream’s howl.
“EHEHEHEX DEHEHEHE!”
“One...two...three… You know it’s really hard to keep track of these toes when you’re wiggling them so much.”
“StohOHOP TihihihIHIcklihihing meheHEHE THEHehehen!”
“I am not tickling I am counting your toes. And now you’ve made me lose count again.” XD sighed dramatically as he restarted his counting, much to Dream’s screaming dislike.
Despite XD’s want to restart the count again, he could hear Dream’s laughter grow wheezy and weak. Instead he finished the count, giving a small skitter over Dream’s foot while he let go of his ankle, and watched the foot be yanked back into safety.
Dream was tired, giving out weak giggle between his laughs. His cheeks were rosy and eyes sleepy. XD gave in to his overwhelming love and bundled Dream up in his cloak again, wrapping him tightly in the makeshift blanket.
“N-Noho mohore tihicklihihing.” Dream giggled.
“No more.” XD promised. “Time for sleep.”
The two brothers settled in the bed again. XD looked outside to see the rain slowly letting up and the storm had for the most part moved past them. XD settled on the bed with Dream against the chest. The younger brother let out a loud yawn, and could barely keep his eyes open when XD started purring in his chest. It was like an immediate off switch, knocking Dream out and sending him into a peaceful slumber.
The lanterns in the room dimmed from XD’s magic before turning out completely. The room fell into a nighttime darkness with the sound of the rain softly hitting off the window. XD took in a breath and shut his eyes, letting the calm night atmosphere overtake him before he too fell asleep.
Yes. Moving to the Overworld had been one of the best ideas DreamXD ever had.
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It took a few minutes for a booth to clear but when it did, Leon and Ada sank into their seats with muffled groans. The booth was... well if Leon was being polite he’d call it ‘cosy’. He had to readjust his legs under the table twice to keep from treading on Ada’s toes.
Ada. She’d barely looked at Leon on the drive up. In fact, she hadn’t said much at all since they’d left that alleyway in Evansville. He thought he’d caught her staring at him a few times, but otherwise all he was getting from her were waves of disquiet beneath a blanket of icy silence.
Their tender truce had barely begun and already he could feel her second-guessing her decision to join him on this hastily sketched-out crusade. He tried to think of something to say that would reassure her, but how could he? He wasn’t sure himself. All he knew was that he hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours, he didn’t smell great and he still felt like a stranger in his own body and, sometimes, even in his own mind.
So Leon sat there, absently scratching his forearm and willing her to acknowledge his existence so he could begin to persuade her that he had a way out of this fucked-up situation. He opened his mouth, waiting for the words to fill them like rain blessing a dried riverbed.
‘Hi! Welcome to Burk’s!’ trilled their waitress, ‘May I take your order?’
Leon flinched so hard that his knees knocked into Ada’s underneath their tiny shared table. His head snapped up and he blinked at the young woman standing ready at their booth in all her candy-cane red and white glory.
Ada hadn’t moved an inch at the interruption. He sighed. They must look like they were auditioning for America’s Most Awkward First Dates .
Their waitress loomed over them with a curious and faintly guarded expression that suggested she had already clocked them as strangers; of the establishment as well as with each other. The woman was short, petite and looked to be in her early-thirties. She wore white sneakers, dirtied but with cute, stubby laces coated in pink and purple glitter. Her socks were white, but they didn’t match.
Her curly auburn hair was tussled, maybe windswept though she looked pale like she hadn’t been outside in days. Her crown was dotted with little white hairs, but they lent her a charming ethereal glow, which along with her wide freckled forehead and pale green eyes spoke of simple home comforts. Her nail polish was nibbled almost down to the cuticle. There was a greasy orange stain on her apron in roughly the shape of New Jersey. It looked like chilli sauce.
Leon’s gaze flickered to her name tag, ‘Hey, nice to meet you, uh... Christie . We just got here-’
‘I can read you the day’s specials,’ Christie announced, popping her hip as she began reciting them from memory, ‘Let’s see. We have the chef’s signature clam chowder served hot from eight AM to midnight. Or if you want breakfast, I can recommend our maple waffles with toasted hazelnuts and whipped vanilla bean cream with chocolate sauce-’
Leon studied Ada’s profile while their waitress sang the breakfast menu.
‘You know, I think we could both use a coffee,’ he said, turning to Christie with a lopsided smile.
Christie made a breathy ‘uh huh’ noise, her pink cheeks turning three shades darker. She plucked her pen from behind her ear.
‘Did you know Berk’s has the second best coffee in the state?’ she asked him, lowering her voice like this was exclusive gossip and she didn’t want the guys at the next booth to hear about it.
Leon leaned over the table and dropped the volume of his voice to match hers, ‘You know, Christie, that’s actually why we’re here...’
Her green eyes darted nervously around their booth, ‘Wait... really?’
‘Yeah, the two of us,’ Leon jabbed his thumb at Ada, ‘We make the third best coffee in the state. We’re here to scope out the competition. I’ll tip you whatever you want, but please don’t give us away!’
Christie’s eyes went wide and a laugh exploded from between her puckered lips like a gunshot. She almost dropped her pen, ‘Oh my God, you’re so funny!’
Ada let out a groan that was just loud enough for Leon to hear.
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A sneak peek of Icarus, the WIP sequel to Pandora. Read the rest on Ao3.
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It's thundering outside. You and hangman are lying under one of the rooftop windows he installed at your request, listening to the rain. It was dark due to the weather even though it was mid day. All the soft touches and kisses. All of them. You are both naked under the fuzzy blanket, and he is fucking you ever so slowly on the side.
who do i have to pay to have this dear anon, WHO????? 😭😭😭
you’re both radiating off warmth, a thin sheen of sweat already appearing between your back and jake’s chest. that kind of warmth that feels so cosy, when you know it’s so chilly outside. it’s a sunday and you both know you’re not leaving for the whole day.
i love this sm, thank you so much for this sweet and cosy thought dear anon! 🥺💌
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A little angsty Joel drabble.
🍄Please be aware that this story contains a spoilers for TLOU 1 and 2🍄
Joel gets caught in a storm where his guilt won't leave him alone. Word count: 993
Rain pounded on the corrugated metal of the makeshift lean-to shelter he had hastily appropriated. The storm had blown up out of nowhere, catching him out and soaking him to the skin. His horse snorted softly and shook herself free of the drops that still clung to her mane and tail, then nosed roughly at his shoulder.
“I know, honey, I know,” Joel muttered. “I ain’t got anythin’ for ya. Have to make do m’afraid.” He glanced down at the sparse smattering of grass under his feet and sighed his disapproval at himself in not having been more prepared. He hadn’t expected to be outside Jackson past sundown, but the ferocity of the howling wind and lashing rain meant that he would now have to forego his cosy bed and hot food for the night.
Luxuries are makin’ you soft.
That critical voice had grown quieter over the past two years. Since Tess exited his life, since Tommy came back into it, since Ellie had saved him in so many ways. That voice used to be his custodian, it guided him in the shithole aftermath of the end of all things. Kept him alive, bodily at least. And sometimes there was still value in listening to it. Wouldn’t do to get sloppy. Not when he finally felt at home somewhere.
Still he’d had worse nights than this. Nights of being cold and hungry. And miserable. Completely alone. In the dark and terrified. And-
He shook his head away from the simmering memories that threatened to invade and huddled closer against the back wall of the shack he had found.
He would get no sleep tonight. The noise of the storm would mask any sounds he made, yes. But it would also mask the sounds of anyone or anything else that stumbled this way. He was close enough to Jackson that he trusted that the area had been patrolled and cleared relatively recently, but the conditions and terrain would make riding Amber treacherous should he need to make a quick getaway. He needed to stay alert for any dangers instead. Horses were precious. Couldn’t afford for her to break a leg out here. No, he was better off waiting till morning to head back.
He dragged an upturned crate and a mouldy old blanket from the depths of the shadows and sat down heavily, his knees making a crackling noise and the old wound aching around his lower back and abdomen. The rain was coming down diagonally, the wind whipping it across the ground in sheets. It was hitting the roof with such force that it sounded a little like gunfire.
The hospital…the doctor…Marlene.
Nope. Wasn’t going there. Wasn’t thinking about that.
Joel sighed and stretched his legs out in front of him. He wished he had his guitar, foolish though that was. It had become almost a necessity to him in Jackson, another marker of how different he was from the man he had been. He probably wouldn’t even be able to hear himself play it over the weather, if he wanted to risk playing it at all. He hadn’t been out in a storm this fierce since…well since he and Tess had smuggled Ellie out of the Boston QZ. The rain had been both blessing and curse that night as well.
Tess…what would Tess think of what you’ve done?
“Tess ain’t here,” he growled to himself under his breath. “And I did what I had to do.”
What would Ellie think?
He had been wrong. It wasn’t his critical voice, it was his goddamn conscience that was needling him, goading him as it had done with increasing volume every single day since he and Ellie had got back from Salt Lake City.
“She’d be glad she’s alive to think anything at all,” he mumbled. “Never met a kid who wanted to survive as much as she does. What she did to that fella in the diner-“
He broke off, exhaled a shaky breath at the memory of her face covered in blood spatter and snot and tears. She had never looked younger to him in that moment he had taken her in his arms and reassured her that it would all be alright, that she had conquered the demon, and that he was there to help her move forward, to put those shattered bits of herself back together again.
She wouldn’t thank you and you know it.
The voice crept through his mind, intrusively insistent upon turning his thoughts to that he wanted to think about the least.
“CHRIST!” he barked in frustration, making Amber sidestep nervously away from him. He immediately rose from his uncomfortable perch and soothed her, stroking her nose and murmuring low, comforting nonsense into her mane.
He had to get a hold of himself. It didn’t matter one way or the other because she was here and thank whatever the fuck passed for God these days that she was. She was alive, and more than that, she was living. Learning to swim, riding horses, reading, laughing, cooking. Hell, he was planning on giving her the best damn birthday he could in a couple of months and had already starting clearing the trails that would lead them to the museum.
He could give her all of that, because he had made that split second choice. But it hadn’t even been a choice. Not really. There was never a scenario where he would have let them cut her up. Not even for every other goddamn asshole that was somehow still uninfected. And if he had the chance, he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.
He stood there watching the rain, listening to its white noise above him and allowing it to wipe his mind blissfully blank. He thought of nothing but the smile on Ellie’s face as he breathed, blowing his fears and doubts away into the storm that swirled through the darkness.
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A Soggy Evening - Snippet
Regulus was sitting up in a cosy armchair, reading a book Remus had recommended to him. The rain outside drummed against the window panes, creating a calm atmosphere. This was his favourite way to spend an evening. Curled up with a good book, enjoying that special type of quiet that only existed as the day was about to turn to night.
Regulus rarely had the house for himself like this. James was usually bustling about somewhere, filling the air with sound. He never could sit still for long. It wasn’t as if Regulus minded, it was nice to be reminded of the life they had built together. To see James fuss about in the kitchen out of the corner of his eye. To sneak a glance over the top of a book when James’ stretch revealed a sliver of skin. One that was usually hidden beneath a shirt. To stop for a kiss whenever they passed one another in their daily activities.
The thoughts of his husband made him smile, as Regulus tugged a leg up against his chest, hugging it. He sighed when his eyes reached the bottom of a page without having registered any of what was on it. Flipping back a page, Regulus started reading again.
It wasn’t long before something else pulled him away from his book. Rustling sounded from the entryway. Most likely, it indicated that James was back from his errands. Regulus got up, shuffling out from under the blanket that he had over his legs.
Sure enough, Regulus found James moving about in their entryway. With his back to the hallway Regulus had come from, James kicked off his shoes. Regulus leaned against the door frame, taking in the sight before him.
James was soaking wet from the rain outside. His hair laid flat against his forehead. A few raindrops still lingered on the round spectacles that framed his auburn eyes. Regulus' eyes trailed down James' back. He had to stop his breath from hitching at the sight. James Potter was fit. He had always been fit; Regulus knew that intimately. Yet there were moments like this that left him breathless all the same.
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A Strange Distraction
Cafe Worker!Zoro x Reader
summary: after finding out about your ex's cheating, you were walking downtown to cool off without a destination in mind until you found yourself stumbling into an old cafe, talking with an unusual looking employee with moss green hair with an unusual way of distracting you from your ex.
cw: swearing, fluff, angst, a little bit of lime, slightly douchebaggy and a very flirtatious zoro, proof-read but i make a lot of mistakes so who knows if i missed anything lol
wordcount: 1.8k
Maybe you were being a little dramatic when you ran out of your shared apartment with your now ex boyfriend yelling obscenities at him as he chased after you, but it was difficult not to be when reality hit so hard you lose your grip on everything your present is and what you thought your future was to be. A future with someone you once thought would be in your life through marriage, raising children and old age completely crushed under the mighty fist of lies and deception--with loss and emptiness being the ever lasting effect along with the psychological warfare that was the questioning of your worthiness to him. You didn't know what else to do; how to react, what to say, how to face the truth that was your partner had never loved or respected you as much as you once thought they did. So you only tried to get as far away as possible.
As you finally managed to escape his pleads and meaningless apologies, you were walking mindlessly through the streets of the empty city downtown. It was almost as if the weather had adjusted to your depressing aura, as it soaked you in the cold rain above; droplets of water trickling down your tear-stained face that tasted a little more acidic that day.
Passing through the dull town with your mind swarming with the image of your lover's lips and body passionately intertwined against ones that weren't yours, you stop suddenly upon experiencing a different sensation. The sudden smell of fresh bakeries had captured you mid-thought, and your head was turned towards the source of your curiosity.
A cafe. The frames on the glass windows were an oak wood, covered by a forest green and white striped canopy to shelter the outdoor seating from the rain. It seemed a bit small and old fashioned, but nonetheless comforting in it's personal charm.
You shimmy in closer, peering from a side between the frame of the glass door and an open sign hanging on the center, and skimmed the emptiness of the small building. Your eyes stop upon the silhouette of a young man; moss green hair in a tousled mess and giant build propped up against the counter; a pen between his lips as he focused intensely on what seemed to be a sudoku puzzle to ease his boredom. He looked sort of out of place for a server at a cafe, for both his intimidating stature and the growing scowl that occupied his face the longer he spend on the puzzle.
You exhale a puff of air after making the decision that you would eat away your feelings at this small cafe, opening the glass door and letting the various sweet and bitter scents, sounds and lights overwhelm your senses. The jingling of the wind chimes grazing the side of the door frame, the smell of baked goods and delicious coffee, the invisible blanket of warmth and comfort wrapping you from head to toe; protecting you from the cold, wet city outside. Anything from the cosy atmosphere of the small bakery that caught your attention was simply latched on to.
Upon hearing the twinkling of the wind chimes against the door, the moss haired man's eyes peeled away from the newspaper and caught onto you. He silently checked you out, watching the beads of water from your drenched frame spill onto the polished cafe floor.
"I just mopped that floor, you know," he states bluntly, following the movement of your eyes shift from himself to the puddle you were composing below with your sodden clothes. You didn't realized how caught up you were with your own thoughts, that even the prominent squelching of your dampened socks pressing into your shoes wasn't enough to make you wary of yourself.
"Sorry," you muttered, mind still wandering off into your own little world. With fingers caressing a nearby table, you take your time to sit with a somber look on your dull irises. The cafe staff gave you a solemn look, just before disappearing into the employee-only room and reappearing with a towel in his clutches. You looked up at the man, who had the towel shoved in your face while he looked away seemingly uninterested. Thanking him, you claimed it from his hands and gently stroked your hair with it.
"...Are you always this passive?" He asks after a few seconds of silence tiptoed by. You shook your head slowly, face buried beneath the towel. Without sparing a glance at his direction, the corners of your lips twist into a somewhat bitter smile.
"I just have a lot on my mind, that's all."
An eyebrow cocked upon hearing your response, and he made his way behind the counter without another word. You sat there for what seemed like forever, replaying the moment that you walked in on your ex's entanglement with a stranger in your shared bed. An annoying buzz in your brain was telling you to leave before you sprung up a waterfall with your tears in front of the worker. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to come here, afterall. You knew that you didn't want to be lectured for making a mess on the floor again.
Your exhausted body began moving on its own towards the door that suddenly seemed a little more farther away than you initially thought. When your fingers began to feel like jelly against the surface of the door handle, your knees buckle to a halt and you collapse to the floor, hands buried deep into your teary eyes while you sniffled by yourself.
The moss green haired man then came back, a coffee and a strawberry shortcake on the tray lodged between his calloused hands as he watched your feelings flow out of your frame silently. The drink and treat were then placed onto the table you were previously sitting by.
"After all the trouble I went through to make you this coffee, and you were just going to leave?" You stop crying and you to look up at him, lips quivering from an apology you were trying to let out and intercepted by hiccups--even though you were unsure about what you were really apologizing for. His shoes click against the floor as he walked over to you, reaching out a hand for you to take.
"The sky has been crying all day, there's no need for more tears."
It was almost a beautiful thing to say to someone who was so filled with sorrow on a rainy day like this, that you almost started crying again. As soon as he saw your eyes well up, he wasn't exactly sure how to react or comfort you at that moment; he was a man who often kept his emotions to himself. Instead, he took the initiative to pull you up from your seat on the ground, and lead you back to the chair where your coffee and shortcake was waiting.
Although you were strangers, the man was a little concerned despite the upkeep of his stoic face on display to deceive. There was nobody else coming into this old-ass cafe, so he didn't think it would hurt to keep you company. He patiently encourages you drink your coffee to calm yourself down.
"Look, I'm not gonna pry too much; but who's ass do I need to kick for turning a cutie like you into a mess like this?" He asks after a comfortable amount of time passes by. You get slightly flustered by this, not only because you weren't sure if he was joking, but because you were caught a bit off guard at his "cutie" remark along with the --although seemingly harmless--backhanded compliment. He was both blunt and bold.
"That would be my now ex..."
"Wow, cheated?" You nod, eyes stinging at the shameful admittance.
He grunted, looking apologetic. his eyes travel curiously around the features of your face, most notably for you catching glances at your lips.
"Man, even beautiful people still get cheated on, huh?"
"...Are you flirting with me, Mr. Zoro?" You ask him half jokingly, emphasizing the use of his name after taking a sneak peek at his name badge when he wasn't paying much attention. He only smirked at this question as he leaned back on the seat across from you, unphased by the weak attempt at teasing. His eyes hazed over as he wiggled an eyebrow suggestively.
"It's hard not to."
"Taking your chances after hearing that someone was just cheated on is kind of giving off a douchey-vibe." You bantered.
"Well, excuse me for shooting my shot when he fucked up his," He says with a sassy twist to his tone, raising his hands up the way one would being corned by cops to avoid getting shot, "If it'll give you something else to get annoyed about and take your mind off your doofus ex, I don't mind being a douchebag for you."
A stifled laugh came out of your form, lighting up the room. Zoro watched them closely as you express your amusement. With a smile was so bright and a laugh so angelic to his ears--despite you trying to hide it-- that even the smudged mascara painting the creases of your eyes and the damp hair sticking to your cheeks added to your charm. A light blush danced on the surface of his ears as he watched you giggle.
"There's that smile I wanted to see," he grinned.
An hour had seemingly gone by when you decided it was time to head home, and Zoro had walked you to the cafe exit. As you were about to thank him for the courtesy and amusing attempt at comforting you, your eyebrows knit together as you stood across from him and the door. Your mind wandered a bit in concern for the feeling of numbness that could be back to haunt you as soon as you stepped foot out into the monochromatic city before you, knowing that you'd have to eventually see your ex again as you two still shared an apartment. It didn't take long for the negative thoughts that had left you during this brief visit to seep from the cracks beneath the door to corrupt your mind again. Zoro already had his hand on the handle, but could feel your hesitation as he glanced back at you. He removes his fingers from the handle of the door and instead plants them underneath your chin, lifting your face up to look at him.
"You're gonna be okay, doll. It's gonna hurt for a little bit, but I can tell that you're a strong hearted individual, even if it has only been a couple hours since we've met."
"Yeah, thanks." You give him a small smile at this. But he could tell you weren't convinced. He thought for a second, before a shady look is casted on his face. You arched your brow in confusion as he grinned.
"Wha--" It took you a solid few seconds to realized what was happening when you felt the lips of this stranger pressed against your own, one hand grasping hungrily at your hips to pull you closer while the other still planted below your chin, thumbs caressing below your sensitive jaw. You gasp a little at this sudden intimate interaction and he takes this as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, his hot tongue slipping into your mouth and making your mind feel fuzzy from the steamy kiss. Just as you were about to kiss back, he pulls away and you bite back a whine.
"If you still think your useless ex is still worth thinking about after that, make sure to stop by again. I'll give you something better to think about."
You honestly didn't know what to make of the strange interaction. One thing you did know as you stepped out of the door behind you was that you were no longer thinking about your ex; but the lingering taste and the rough touch of the brazen man who worked at the old fashioned cafe downtown.
first fic had to be a zoro one. might make a steamier addition to this one *slow wink*
requests are open! be sure to stop by and leave a few, i've had the time lately.
thanks for reading~
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[ Early ] Birthday Drabble for Jazz ⸻ ♡ @shigured ⸻
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It was the languid sound of the continuous drum loading the senses in a way that desired an explanation for how sudden, how mind-filling, how nearly overwhelming the sensation of it was in the otherwise uninterrupted serenity of a darkened sky that leads to no answer for all unspoken queries. As they never would come. It was the usual, after all: never would the youth reply past quivers and bouts, past the nearly obstinate behaviour of youthful excitement. One would think that in the way clouds rise and chase each other in heavy winds, the feeling of this subtle strum was explainable 'at best', perhaps surprising 'at worst'. But the breeze around them that Shigure could feel was dry, still heavily loaded with the idea of an upcoming storm, electrified in the ways it could be perceived in seconds worth that one would take a breath. How quaint to feel it all long before it would even reach them. How beautiful to be aware of the surrounding, just for one soul to reach them, to teach them. To hear it all for them, to provide for them, to have them know. Thus, Shigure would look outside the window, watch the shrouding of the sky similar to a maelstrom's heaviness and feel the intensity of the world brought down upon them by someone else.
He had always had the habit to make them feel whatever it was he would experience. Make it as luminous as the sun peaking through the cracks of sheer darkness. What a comforting thought to have---
That he had always had the knowledge to provide a world lightened and illuminated in ways so unlike anything else that could be seen by their own eyes. So thus, in the warmth and cosy atmosphere of their own home, eyes alight with nought else but another person's unbridled ardour, the cup of tea in their hands could grow cold in just witnessing, just being drowned in a sensation that was tinged in a multitude of nuances representing the brightest shades of colours and sounds and blossoming feelings on skin. Still, the rain had not yet come to them. Would probably need hours and hours to reach the Seireitei, yet if looking at the sky and trying to find it, one could see the veil of greys and whites hazing vision and proclaiming the blanketing comfort of something that should be uncomfortable to behold.
But it was warm. Soothing. Reassuring. And they couldn't help but chuckle at his antics for wanting to explore a forest under a storm. For feeling the fine, barely [ for them? how was it for him? ], perceptible trace of raindrops he was able to convey in full when all he did do was just let them know about the sensation as a whole. He had not spoken to them in what could be amounted to half a bell, had not found it necessary to do so, not wanting to do so, within that feeling of his appreciation for hours he could spend that way, Kisuke was so willing, so wanting to tend to them with it too. At times, it made them wonder, without having these mental quips and ideas disturb their innocent back and forth: why would he?
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The crackling noise of dry thunder splits the sky open similar to a spider's web painted in the corner of a room with all its fine silvery feel. Thin lines that promise a cooling of the atmosphere, yet no rain has been spotted reaching the dry ground, no desired relief brought for by the aching sky on that scorching hot day of this unrelenting summer. And still? They were able to feel it. The light tingling of drops across the exposed skin of arm, as if fingertips would tease them towards the very promise of a reprieve now that the day had settled and early evening hours were unfolding before attentive eyes. In a sense, they had to wonder where he was. Wanted to question this wordlessly, silently, within that mild laugh released when only reply to queries were the jovial feelings of delight. What was it today? He had mentioned it, had he not? Sometimes within the everlasting moments similar to playful onslaught, hard it was to figure out the true pieces of information important for upcoming hours and even days the Captain had to keep in mind. Always just when attention had already been divided towards orders and missions of sorts, a terror as always. A well-needed salvation for their mind - as always [ how does he always know when to reach out for them? ].
A field trip of sorts, was it not? At least he had fluttered ideas and thoughts about it towards their way for the better part of the morning, something akin to excitement with a mixture of displeasure, as it would take around three days for him to return to the academy, to return to their lectures as it were. What a menace he could be; even though one would think attention dwindling, nought it was when he would carry the upcoming lashing of the sky towards them in the most beautiful of symphonies, the brightest of colours. Just like always, filling different spots of muted tones with the most luminous, sheer delight that one couldn't even fathom experiencing.
At times, Kisuke's antics could appear a little bit too much. A flustered little sort of glimmer, knowing very well that he would stand somewhere, stare up at the sky, within the light flutter of imperceptible touch Shigure would be able to feel endlessly enveloping them in the drag of evening hours still spent inside the division building. How quaint, that this little tidbit of a musing and enjoyment of this man could set their heart aflutter in the simplest of ways; yet, as time had passed and thoughts would be distracted, there was a huff. At times, he could be a bit much to handle.
Diversion of motivation evident in how minutes had drawled on and turned into half an hour, thus when they decided upon it being enough, their thoughts and wants and wishes to have him cease [ for a few hours at least, he could do that, no? ] would be overturned and caught by a near too childish bout of happiness towards their indignation. A tease. A little bit of a taunt. Enough to be drawn away fully: giving up that endeavour that was lost the moment he intruded upon their 'desire to work', a means of diversion that Shigure did not know they needed right now. At times they have to wonder, would it always stay this way? Would it ever change? Would he ever shift from that ease and wit and humorous little tones, making him hard to be recognised by their emotions finely crafted, sent and travelling through their bond back and forth? Should it ever change, if it came to ending this thought experiment where it had not even begun? - in the blinking of eyes and jovial laughter, when they could feel and sense Kisuke's displeasure of paying attention not to him, but whatever else may catch their fancy. Nothing but him there should be - proclaimed and pushed and hovering above them, even though he was so far away. Mayhaps it sometimes will. But for right now, it sure would never be.
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Hasty, such hasty thoughts and movements, forcing and chasing him around through a downpour like no one had ever seen. It is not the first time drumming sounds of fine delight would press on and on in ways usually enjoyed, now brushed away within the mind's intensity that no human could ever stand and endure. He was glad for the fierceness of the world surrounding him trying to swallow him whole in these pulses that he would draw closer and closer to the person searched for, sought-after for what could only amount to hours now in the World of the Living. All done as soon as his senses had focussed on smoothing over what could only be accounted for as sheer blinding pain [ enough to take his breath away? enough to feel like his heart would stop if not so desperately beating in unison with another person's? ] with eyes widened and concentrated again on what his mind was setting out to do; as soon as that had paths been wound and wound, endlessly rattling on in circles to steer closer and closer ever to his target.
There had been numerous ideas floated back and forth of what could have happened; of what should have never happened, and yet boiled down to a simple solution beyond his expectation. Thus, in a sense, Kisuke desired for it not to be true. Desired for a simpler thing to have happened, like a swirling nightmare unbeknownst to everyone so surely hard to wake up from, if not boiling down to the realisation that this was as palpable as his very thoughts shifting towards the denouement found that he had to move, where none other could have moved anymore. With words brought forth towards questioning, towards inquiring voices, brushed off with the sheer hurry he had been in to make his way towards what could only be boiled down towards his impeccable realisations that mind had drawn in a blind panic. To go out and seek. For all the ones still wanting to hold him back be damned and brushed aside. What a delicate undergoing in attempting to stall someone of power unknown and unmatched, with a vindictive conviction to match it all. If there would be any time, shall regard their queries towards his rightful return [ but would he answer? would Kisuke even return at all? ].
Nearer, ever nearer. Time passed [ too long? too much? ] for him to find the place of hidden pause? To find the place of rest and security now that he stood there, wide-eyed and breathless, drenched in that storm that had all creatures run off and hide somewhere away from - from them - for him to draw through those mazes of nature's beautiful built, through it all, beyond the comprehension of exhaustion to find someone so truly in need to be found. In that harsh and inhospitable world that had carved out a mere meaning of unrest followed by a scathing feeling of sheer despair. And within all of this, in that little wooden hideout he had discovered somewhere tucked away in the corner of this existence, where Kisuke stood and watched and still needed a few too many heartbeats to truly approach, he had missed the stillness of the sky around him. Tearing open through the ominous blackness, obscurity met with calm after the storm. But as if on cue, as if he knows about it, as if he had not subjugated himself to feeling of desparation, and just like that [ simple as that? ] had stepped over the threshold of this humble abode, in that moment that was like entering another world, had the heavens decided to stop their weeping, for that one person, that was the most important to him ever in his life - had finally been found.
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How quaint. To not be able to perceive with one of the senses that would be normal to ely on alone. To be left to only depend on those that are left to him, that remain to him, in that delirious state of his mind where he had brought down to a halt and rest, if not for the continuous search of someone else so lost in the maelstrom of their emotions when he had done and fulfilled the unthinkable. Had brought them both down to a separation his mind now screamed for to be reinstalled fully and wholly, for as dark and invisible as the surrounding truly was, his soul and mind had blackened themselves out. Grey, his world was so misleadingly grey that he could not even fathom what another might think. Was that what it was? This feeling so similar to--- To lose something so precious that all the life could be sucked from his perception as brilliant and shining as it usually had been? Losing eyesight was not a problem [ had it ever been? ], but losing that connection, that warmth, that love, it was as maddening to his jumbled thoughts as he would never want to experience it ever again.
Distracted and disturbed, chasing own thoughts down a rabbit hole, there is a quiet breath exhaled in seconds that his hand had been taken, had been cradled in such familiar ones that he couldn't help but smile. He knows, knows it all well enough, the way that he should have felt their approach, yet had not been able to, had not caught the idea of conferred rain he could hear steadily drumming around them upon the division building of the fourth. Subtly, calmly, pressing against the window plane of the room Kisuke had been brought into to rest and be cared for. Steady and calm as it was, nought upon his skin in the fine strum of another's perception, only now knowing that Shigure had made their way through the soothing feeling when he felt the wetness on their fingertips. The cold. The chill. The knowledge of it all usually would be kept off and away just for the ideas and notions and thoughts that they wanted to bring before one another. How artistic had it always been. How bright and open and creative---
How bizarre to be unable to know about it now beforehand. To be aware of this sheer purity of the moment when it all boils down to them, and only them in the bustling of a division that sounded yet so far away.
It all was brought down to heartbeats, fingertips against the fine pulse of a subtle intonation beneath formerly torn open skin. It was all there in just the pulses, the sounds of voices, the way they would reach for each other even though Kisuke should not know where they are, had blocked out visions and images, pictures and ideas, burnt it all like a bridge to never be crossed again. A lie that was, and one that his mind had nearly ruptured in reassuring himself about it, where reassurance should be only given to one person. One alone.
One that would question him. Plead with him. The desire for him to undo the pain inflicted, not physically, not outwardly, not palpable, but all that was in their cores screaming for each other raw in their back and forth to become one yet again. And how he desired it to be. How it was drowning in his mind beyond the expectations of what he was able to do. To separate a bond as shiningly beautiful as this one that they crafted over hundreds and hundreds of years in his numbing pursuit to keep them safe while knowing well enough: this action alone could leave them at the end of their wits and powers. But was it not that? To spare them the feelings running and coursing through his veins and nerves, splitting his skin open like a fine spidery web done by his very own hand. What a particularly horrendous power, one he had just desired to keep away from them. To keep them safe from it. From him. And yet? In the subtle moments and movements of toiling hands along ruptured skin, trailing up and leaving the fine veil of rain brought inside for him to experience in full, within that tone of voice so broken, so feeble, all that he could not see brought towards his brilliant mind in nearly suffocating realisation - it had not been enough. It had never been enough. For they make it so hard for him, to fulfil an unspoken promise of unbridled protection, of an unbroken oath he would yet - yet still - shatter in that very breath taken to fill his lungs that sting within the remainders of his sacrifice.
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Vast expanses of greys and shimmering dark nuances of blues. Within the rolling sound of rumbling, that greets his senses in the most obvious of ways, now securely still tucked away in their shared office when only his head had raised to glance out of the window. Kisuke could easily know about the lightning and thunder and yet paid little to no attention to it, momentarily distracted gaze flitting to wander back towards the plans on hand, another's headwriting he was about to read, his own he was about to create, the thoughts he was about to write down.
Till he felt it.
The fine sensation of raindrops colouring his senses with unbridled joy. With a nearly juvenile feel to it, a happy little coincidence that went on and on in the cheerful ardency, rushing towards him in what could only be called the luck of the moment when it was, for once, not him to bask his lovely partner in these subtle and simple delicacies of the world. He couldn't help the smile that would etch up upon his lips, that slight little twitch that was all the more telling even if none would have been around to perceive it [ but there were some? ], carried off and away by their bond alone, by that love that would lighten it up time and time again. He knew well enough that they had been out on an errand while he stayed behind to finish up a mutual project, to look after their two little ones, to make sure they would be cared for, as much as Shigure did care for him, care for them.
Did care to show the purity of the world, the freshness of the air, the clearing symphony on skin that had yet to reach their home and would likely only when they had returned to him, had made their way back with sweets and trinkets not yet talked about, but still snatched up when only the eye had been able to spot them. Luster as it was, flittering of thoughts, the way he could feel it all blossoming and blooming, extending to more souls this time, not only to him.
Thus he moves, chuckles slightly to finally completely divert, to stop, to readjust his attention on more important things than those that had time they could spend in different ways. With how soft, how low his voice would whisper towards their small children running to and fro, filtering themselves in and out of the room to adorn a wall they had left clear and free for them to play with. " Come on. " Within the way, they spoke and the sudden relaxation of his body would lighten up their whole surrounding, would send a jolt of excitement through the bond - not from him, no, from their little ones. " We should make dinner, Mommy will be home soon. " For drowning out the feeling of the rain, the fine drops and rivulets following creases and curves through hair and strands, flowing over the whole body, their little back and forth with those simple sentences spoken, was just enough to tell them.
And just as that was, Shigure was soon home.
#☆ [ au ] soulmate#☆ [ drabble ]#[ my to do list for this upcoming week includes: DO BETTER TAGS#but this one will work for now :}#HAPPY DAY OF BIRF!!! i hope you like it ♡#love you ♡♡♡ ]#[ happy day of EARLY BIRF more like#because i have no control and neither do you ♡ ]#☆ [ nekurooma | shigure ] i saw wild; dangerous beauty. i felt devotion. i saw you.#nekurooma | shigure
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pssst. I’d love to know ur top five/fav places on earth?
ah thank you for the ask!
this was actually really fun to think about... and kind of hard. i feel like if i was even a tiny bit more well travelled, this list would be a lot different and possibly better. but!
1. my bed when it's cold outside and there's the sound of rain hitting the window but it's warm and cosy under the blankets
2. literally any book shop. indie, chain or second hand. there's something unbelievably calming about being in a room surrounded by shelves of books. i could waste hours just sitting there. (record shops also get an honourable mention)
3. my local indie cinema. i love cinemas generally but this one has a bar that does great food, the comfiest seats in the screens and shows a really interesting range of films. i went for a job there once and...um... didn't get it, but even that wasn't enough to put me off going back like it usually would
4. this lil historic town i've been to on holiday a few times. what i wouldn't give to be there right now sitting in the sun outside a cafe or restaurant, watching people go about their days, without having to think about any of my responsibilities. ideal.
5. the board game cafe that I go to with my friends. it's a little out of town so we have to drive there and get to have a very mini roadtrip. then when we're there it's two hours of the best homemade chocolate cake and very competitive games of uno (sometimes with other games sprinkled in the mix to make the owner feel better)
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Two Turtle Doves
Pairing: Crowley x Reader x Aziraphale
Summary: There is no greater comfort than spending a cosy, wintery evening in the embrace of your favourite angel and demon.
Word Count: 720
Warnings: none
a/n: I'm not entirely sure I tied this to it's theme but I mean...wings? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
You'd come to the conclusion that Aziraphale's bookshop was by far the most comfortable place on earth.
The shop was a perfect piece of heaven that sat in the middle of London and you were certain Aziraphale hadn't changed a single thing about it since the mid-nineteen fifties. It was unchanging and homely and the scent that filled the air was always perfumed by the smell of freshly baked goods and old books. Simply being present at Azira's shop felt like being wrapped in a warm blanket after a long day of facing the world.
The comfort of the shop was so enthralling in fact, that on days such as this it completely derailed your original daily plans. Aziraphale had planned a date for the three of you, nothing grand or exciting, just a quiet evening at Saint James park feeding the ducks. (Aziraphale hadn't visited them in over a week and was fretting since he'd bought them the wrong bread last time. They preferred whole bread to gluten-free.)
Yet when both you and Crowley arrived at the bookshop for your beloved angel, Aziraphale's plan fell into tatters as the comfort of the shop enveloped you.
It was only when Crowley sprawled himself out on the nearest sofa and undid the cap of a bottle of wine he'd stashed beneath the furniture did the angel realise the ducks would have to wait.
But he wasn't complaining. As long as he got to spend time with you both he was content.
It began to rain not long after, as if the universe was commending you for making the right decision and staying in.
The evening was filled with small talk, Aziraphale speaking of a collection of books he'd ordered from Italy and Crowley boasting rather proudly of how he'd tricked a local gardener into watering a fake plant for over four months. They asked you about your day, listening attentively as if your work and studies were the most interesting things they'd heard of in their eternity on earth.
The wine was swapped out for coco as the weather worsened outside. Nobody made better hot chocolate than Aziraphale. It tasted of cinnamon, sweetness and something nostalgic that you couldn't quite place. As the outside world darkened the Christmas lights Aziraphale had strewn around the shop blinked to life.
The three of you spoke until your mind grew weary and you felt yourself leaning into Crowley's side. It was at that point that you decided to retreat to the bedroom and seek refuge in the bed big enough to hold three. The weather worsened outside and you swore you'd never felt more content as you clambered under the covers with your angel.
It took Crowley a moment before he joined you. He'd been laying comfortably with his head in your lap when you decided to leave the couch and he still wasn't overly pleased with having to move. But the combination of alcohol and chocolate had softened his features and he looked equally satisfied as he did disgruntled.
Joining you both in bed, a long, contented sigh left him as he made himself comfortable huddled up behind you. With Crowley's chest pressed to your back and your head nestled against Aziraphale's shoulder, you swore you couldn't feel any safer.
That was until the familiar feel of a feather-light touch brushed against your arm. Their wings unfurled slowly, closing around you and sheltering you from the outside world. You took a moment to marvel at the contrast between the prestige white of Aziraphale's wings and the sooty black of Crowley's. You'd never grow tired of seeing them.
You carefully brushed your fingers over the delicate feathers, smiling as they shuddered beneath your touch. No other comfort could compare to this.
Within minutes, sleep crept in and both you and Crowley fell victim to its temptation. Crowley didn't necessarily have to sleep but he certainly enjoyed it. Especially whilst laying next to the two people he held dearest.
Aziraphale watched on lovingly, feeling his heart threaten to burst with joy each time your nose scrunched up in your sleep or Crowley subconsciously nuzzled closer to you.
“Goodnight, my darlings,” the angel spoke softly. “Sleep well.”
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hello !! can i request the riddler witha cottagecore s/o? thank you, have a good day !! 💕💕
Absolutely!! This is such a cute idea 💚
So you probably don’t live in Gotham, you live just outside of the city in a small cottage
You meet online, maybe you’re one of his followers and you solve one of his riddles really quickly
So he notices you and starts doing his research into you
He’d probably be jealous that you don’t live in the city lol
Starts messaging you as the Riddler, he’s nervous as hell
You’re just excited that he noticed you :)
Slowly talking more and more until he feels comfortable enough being Edward with you
Once you know his name, you invite him to your house
(Like yeah he’s a murderer but he’s also a nervous lil baby so???)
Edward thinks he’s died and gone to heaven when he gets to your house
He just thinks it’s so peaceful and cosy
Then when you open the door and he meets you face to face for the first time? Eddie’s in loooove
He feels so relaxed around you
Ends up visiting you a couple of times a week just to get out of the city
When you start dating he stays with you most nights, as long as he’s not busy with Riddler business
Picnic dates!! He suggests it one time and it ends up a regular occurrence whenever the weather is good enough
Stargazing together at night 🥺
He used to hate the rain but rainy days with you changed his mind
Cuddling up together under a blanket with books and quietly reading together
One time he shows up with a 2000 piece jigsaw and it only takes you one weekend to finish it together
He wakes up early every day to water your plants for you
Brings you breakfast in bed sometimes
If he has to leave before you wake up, he leaves you a cute riddle scribbled on a piece of paper next to the coffee pot
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Had this idea popped out of my head since it was freezing cold especially when winters coming. Can I request a fluffy scenario of Eren and Fem!Reader where Eren sees that Y/N is shivering even though she wore her fluffy nightgown and covered under the blankets and embraces Y/N in his warm naked body to keep her warm. Then Y/N asks “how do you sleep like that and not feel cold?” and Eren tells her he gets hot easily before giving her a kiss and falling asleep? Thank you! -❄️
Hello Snow ! I am so awfully sorry for the very delayed answer... Hope you'll like it and find it worth the wait !
genre : fluff
warnings : none
Time slowed as the night fell in your arms, beautiful and sprinkled with stars. Snow cloaked the world outside, the windows of your home iced with frost.
You shift in your sleep, tugging the blankets under your chin to shield yourself from the biting cold that seeps in the room. You groan, a frown creasing your bows as you turn around, facing your lover.
Eren lies by your side, serene and calm in slumber. His eyes closed, a few strands of dark hair falling over his sharp features, bare chest heaving under the covers with steady inhales and exhales.
A silent smile graces your lips as your gaze flits over to the covers, barely protecting him from the Winter night. Not that he minds though, he seems perfectly content that way, soundly asleep and not a trace of a frown.
Then again Eren has always been a human heater, never one to get cold. The kind of individual you'd see wearing nothing but a jean jacket under the snow.
On your first date the two of you had gone to the cinema after sharing a box of salty fries and a strawberry milkshake in a diner. It had rained on your way home, cold drops soaking through your clothes as you hurried down the street to seek shelter under a roof. Fortunately you had been wearing a thick sweater and warm coat on that day. Not Eren though.
Your home was farther away than his apartment so he had invited you in to wait for the rain to stop. He had offered for you to take a shower and you had, gladly accepting the cosy and dry sweater he had placed on the sink for you.
The sky hadn't stopped shedding its tears though and you had spent the night, your first night together.
And when he had embraced you, concern had flooded your veins, scared he might have gotten sick or contracted a fever. Because there was no way his skin could be that warm, right ? Not after running home under curtains of rain wearing nothing but a tee shirt.
He had laughed, the sound like golden bells in your ears, his smile so merry and contagious it had stolen a small one from you.
A shiver runs through you.
Slowly, you shift over to him, careful not to disturb his dreams. Your hands find his chest, warm and comforting under your touch, inviting you to melt against him. And you do, a contented sight falling from your lips as you bury your head in his warmth, forgetting the snow outside.
A light groan rumbles in his chest, emerald eyes fluttering open as he observes you through slumber brimmed lashes.
"Cold ?" He asks, voice deep with sleep. And as another shudder courses through you, he wraps a protective arm around you, bringing you closer to him.
You nod silently, nuzzling in his embrace. His heart drums gently under the skin, under your palm, singing like a bird in your ear.
"How-How are you not cold ?" You ask through clashing teeth. "You-You're barely covered..."
He smiles gently, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear before pressing his lips to your brow in a soft kiss.
"I get hot easily." He says, "Fortunately for you, peanut."
You chuckle at the nickname, butterflies filling your chest.
"Now go back to sleep, okay ?" He asks in a gentle voice, another kiss falling to the crown of your head, "Will keep you warm."
And you do, lulled by his light snores and the steady beat of his heart.
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#gentle#aot x reader#snk x reader#attack on titan x reader#attack on titans x reader#aot fluff#snk fluff#eren jaeger x reader#eren jaeger fluff#eren x reader#eren fluff
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Look After You - Mason Mount
Not a request I just wanted to write it! I was listening to Look After You by The Fray while I wrote :)
Tag list: @whiskeypowder @chloereddy @mountsmason @ofxinnocence
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The paper pages between your fingers were soft as you turned the page on the book you were reading. You were curled under a fluffy blanket on the sofa, after creating a cosy atmosphere in the living room. Candles had been lit, the fake fire was on, and a mug of hot chocolate was steaming on the coffee table in front of you.
Rain was pattering against the window, which had been consistent for the whole afternoon and evening. The temperature had dropped dramatically in the past week, brought in from the beginning of autumn. You had been sitting content for around twenty minutes before sound came from the front door. Mason was finally home from training late.
You heard him before you saw him. He had shuffled through the hall, throwing his kit bag onto the floor and then pushed the door to the living room open.
Your boyfriend was so… wet.
“Oh my God.” You said, unable to say anything else as you looked at the current state of your boyfriend. His hair was plastered to his forehead, he had a bit of mug on his jaw, which was quite cute, and everything he was wearing was soaked through.
“Why didn’t you have a shower before you came home?” You asked, putting your book down next to your mug. You didn’t even bother to put the bookmark in. Unless you were imagining things, you were sure you just saw Mason shiver even though the room was toasty and warm.
“I forgot a spare kit. I only had what I’m wearing so what was the point?”
He sounded quite worn out, his voice gravelly and hoarse. It was clear the new weather wasn’t agreeing with him yet. Every year he worked outside in the winter, but whenever the weather changed quickly in autumn it took him some time to get used to it.
“You need to change and get warm, love.” You told him, moving the blanket off you to stand up. You went to hug him before realising just how wet he really was.
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Mason said. “I’ll just get some food first.”
He was not fine. But you weren’t going to begrudge him food - the boy looked like he needed it.
Mason trudged off towards the kitchen, leaving you to watch him go. You winced as you saw several drops of water fall off him and onto the carpet. This was not good for him at all.
You ran upstairs in search of a towel for him, and to get out some warm clothes for him to get into after he was dry. You pulled several pieces of clothing out of drawers and the big wardrobe and set them out on the bed.
When you heard him cough, and then sneeze loudly, from downstairs you decided on a different plan.
“Mason Mount, you're having a hot bath!” You yelled down to him, already knowing you weren’t going to take no for an answer.
Hurrying into the bathroom you washed it down before turning the bot water tap on full blast. He was only going to make himself worse if he didn’t look after himself, and you were more than willing to look after him. Mason was clearly so tired from the day that he needed you to help him.
He had heard you shout to him, and you could hear him trudge up the stairs.
“Mase, baby, in here!” You wanted him to come straight to the bathroom.
His jacket had been shrugged off, so there was something in that. But even the jersey he wore underneath was sopping wet too.
Mason looked a bit sorry for himself as he allowed you to undress him. Sweet scents of florals came from the bath soak you had added to the water. Steam was curling from the water and flooding the room with heat.
Mason’s skin was cold under your fingers. No matter how much you touched him you couldn’t warm him up alone, you needed the water’s help.
When all of his clothes were lying in a heap on the floor you leant down to put your hand into the water to test the temperature. Hot, but not too hot. Perfect.
Mason hissed slightly when he came into contact with the water. You worried briefly if it was too hot, and the difference in temperature would shock his system, yet he happily lay back submerging all of himself below the waterline. When Mason surfaced again his hair was wetter, but at least it was warm water.
You sat with a hand trailing loosely into the water, watching your boyfriend sink down into the water to settle on his back. Colour was slowly coming back to his face from underneath the facial hair that had been allowed to grow over the past few weeks.
“Join me, please.”
You smiled at him, very happy to comply as you’d been wanting to, but you didn’t want to crowd his space. Undressing yourself, and creating a new pile of clothes on the floor, you sank down into the water with Mason. His arms came around you to hold you to him, your back relaxing against the muscles of his torso.
Your head fit perfectly onto his shoulder, meaning you could kiss his neck and place a few kisses along his jawline. Even his skin there was chilly to your lips still.
“Apart from you coming home and bringing half the world’s water with you,” You started, running your hands down Mason’s taunt arms and down to his hips. “How was training today?”
“Ok, all things considered.” Mason answered you. He had stopped sniffing now which was good. “We’ve discussed tactics for this weekend's game and it should be an interesting one.”
“That’s why you need to stay well, Mase. We need you to be fit for Saturday.”
“With you looking after me, darlin’, I should be fine.”
You grinned and nestled into him further.
“Thank you for looking after me.” Mason whispered, kissing from below your neck on your collarbone and all the way across your shoulder.
“It’s because I love you.”
“And I love you too.”
But Mason’s confession was ruined when he scooped up a handful of bubbles and smeared them over the lower part of your face. You now had a lovely bubbly beard.
You scoffed and repeated his actions on him. Seeing how he liked it when his real facial hair was covered.
“You look like Santa.” You stated, sculpting the bubbles into a point on his chin.
“You cheeky-” Mason said before stopping as you were cackling with laughter as he tickled your sides. Your movement resulted in a splattering of water going over the side of the bath. Mason was laughing along with you as he stopped his assault on your body. Both of your white beards had come off in the water.
“I think I’ll try and come home soaking most days now.”
“Please don’t or I’ll worry myself to death.”
“Can we just have more baths then?”
“Deal.”
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Best Of Me | One
Pairings : →ot7 x reader, poly!BTS x reader
Genre : → vampireau, yandere!au, age gap, gore, obsessive behavior, ddlg/caregiver, poly, fantasy, supernaturals
summary : It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.
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So im not really as happy as i wanted to be with this chapter, but its the first one that i needed to translate. Suprisingly Its easier for me to write the whole thing myslef than translating it from my native language. + Remember to leave something and im happy to say that we can start an ask game with the characters from my books
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Surprisingly this day was awfully ugly for such a beautiful season. Heavy rain was falling on the ground creating the big sheets of wall with those millions droplets that practically covered the whole view outside of the freshly cleaned window.
Tired sigh pierced the quiet, as for the household members, house only causing the weird tension to increase that was there from the early morning. Dark hair of the boy moved with him, now facing the cold, wet window.
Hyung…” Groaned the boy crashing on the couch closing the eyes in the process a little frustrated. Walking just next to him, a little taller man with bright yellow hair, looked at the dark haired one with a tired stare.
“I don’t have time Jungkook, go torture Yoongi or something.” A snort came out of the older one after the not so innocent proposition, as he kept carrying the big basket full of clothes.
And again he was alone. The youngest of the brothers, being the one who never knew what to do with his free time, wandering in the halls and every couch he could spot in their cosy house. His dark chocolate hair falling on his face, a little too long for his liking, but he was too lazy to actually do something with them.
Again that not happy groan left his lips, and wriggling similar to a child that did not get a toy he wanted, in the end forcing him to sit on the couch with a big pout. It was not normal in this household, the whole quiet and calm act, especially considering the residents he shared the home with.
They are more similar to animals than gentelems that appreciate a quiet time. So the weird atmosphere was definitely an unsettling thing for the youngest.
Again looking at the dark view outside the window, he tried to see the cause of all of this. Completely as if something was meant to happen, like the quiet before the storm.
And let me tell you, Jungkooks 6th sense never fails. Just as he thought that maybe just maybe this time he was wrong, a ring echoed in the whole household.
“Someone is gonna open it?!” He shouted being too irritated to even do it himself, despite being the closest to the doors.
Of course, nobody answered. So angry he was at this moment he got up from a nice cozy couch and with heavy steps he came to the big chunk of the wood.
He opened the door not that gently, mumbling an annoyed “what?”
So how irritated he got when he saw nothing, a void, the same doorstep and gate that stood there everyday, now with a big wall of rain to spice up the view. He looked around, now a little confused, while thinking that maybe someone was in the mood for jokes. But how stupid the idea of that was when he remebered, that for his hundreds years of living in this world the first time that actually someone managed to make fun of him was today.
And oh god he started to get so pissed.
So imagine how shocked he was when just before he closed the door he heard a really unusual sound coming from his feets. Unhappy sobs rang in the quiet afternoon immediately attracting his attention.
The young vampire was more than shocked, looking at the child in the pille of pastel colored blankets. Small sobs now increased in a big crocodile's tears with disturbing sounds of the kids crying.
“”No, no, no, please be quiet, we don’t want to wake up the old, ugly, moody grandpa. do we?” He panicked, whispering the words to the child that now laid in his arms. He just prayed that the actual old vampire really didn't take up because of the cries.
As the kid started to calm down, he stared at it with an unreadable emotion. It was a weird feeling, holding the delicate creature in his arm, knowing that just one wrong move, and the child would never cry again.
So what was that feeling that stirred down his stomach as the little creature grabbed his finger with a big open mouth. The sick emotion only made him panic even more, while looking back inside the house.
He decidied,. Sneaking was nothing new for his ninja move, and he strongly believed in his skills of not getting caught with a surprise in his arms. In the end the spiderman socks were a good choice, as their soft material made nearly no sound on the floor.
His stress level went higher with each step that brought him closer to the room that he knew he could not miss. The sound of a knife and cutting rung in his ears is similar to the music in horror music he likes to watch, now making him understand a feeling of pure fear.
Eyes closed while praying that the blonde man won’t turn around catching him in his act. But how wrong he was to believe in such a miracle. Nothing and absolutely gets past Kim Seokjin.
“Jeon Jungkook…” He died, completely freezing in place. Not opening his eyes he waited thinking that maybe it was just his head messing with him, and the blonde boy never actually turned to him. “What have you done again. If I need to clean the mess once again from the ketchup, I'm not going to…”
And as Jungkook thought that nothing can go worse, the little chil laughed a happy giggle while making the grabby hands for his bracelet.
“Jungkook?...What exactly are you holding?” The question like a knife cutted the heavy atmosphere in half. The silence just after that louder than everything he has heard before. He was even sure that he felt his nonexisting heart stopping. “Did you fucking steall a child?! I can’t be…”
“No! It’s not like that I swear I found it on our doorstep.”
“Do you really think think I am that stupid? How even the child could just appear there hm? Rolled there or better flyed on its plush unicorn?”
“Hyung, please you are going to wake up others.” He didn’t even hesitate to beg, looking at the blonde with such terrified eyes. The child in his arms happily munching on his bracelet completely unaware of the tension.
“Why would I care about others! You brought a child Jungkook, how can i be calm!?”
Dark haired unconsciously looked around with gritted teeth, now just waiting for the rest to appear. And he did not need to wait long, as just after he looked back at the blonde, someone came from the other side of the kitchen door.
Tall man with peachy hair and raspy voice, trying to get rid of the rest of his sleep, now scratching his head with confused expressions. Who wouldn’t be confused in this place, seeing a literal child in a house full of old vampires.
“What is this mess all about? You know what hour it is?” Said the tallest one. Blondie one only snorted as if offended while crossing his arms. “What?”
“Nothing.” Oldest mumbled irritated. The tallest only raised his brow, and repeated the question once again. Jungkook being now forgotten with the child trying to catch his attention with little sounds. “You dare to remind me of the hour?! Do you know how many nights I didn’t sleep because of you! If I just could silence you for good, you would have long ago ended like the voldemort, yes i'm talking about that nose of yours”
The taller one immediately touched his nose gasping not believing in what he just heard, now trying to silently disappear from the harash stare of his older brother.
As the peach hired one hid behind a counter, the attention now came back to the snaking Jungkook. More pairs of footsteps rang in the quietness of the home, slowly showing other people.
“Jin-hyung is angry again? What happened I want to see.” Announced the newcomer, sliding on his perfectly white socks.
“Who is angry here?! You want to see how angry I can be you...you…”
“You silly goose?”
“No that's to lame.”
“Dipshit?”
“You dipshit! Thank you Namjoon.” He finished with a red face. The newcomer only rolled his eyes, while making the shortest of the brothers that came with him laugh.
“Since everyone is here…” The tallest started.
“Wait, where is Yoongi.” Asked the red haired one, while leaning on the counter with a mysteriously made coffee.
“Here.” All of them shouted, hearing the sudden voice, and seeing the new person that appeared with a lightning of thunder. “So what’s this mess about?”
Everyone in the room simultaneously looked at the dark haired boy that immediately stopped in his tracks hoping for some power that could help him disappear. All the eyes slowly drifted down his arms, now staring at a bundle of blankets that started to move as if it knew of the attention.
“What is that?” Asked the tallest looking straight at the irritated blonde.
“Don’t ask me, I’m not the one that gives such a stupid example, making those idiots steal children.”
The kitchen is now again quiet, all the eyes on the little creature in the arms of the youngest. Only sound now being the child starting to sob again, making everyone tense.
“Shut it up you morons.” Said second oldest, annoyed at the loud cries. The blonde didn’t waste time, knowing how bad noise is for the black haired. Small body now shuddering because of the sobbing making the oldest coo at the little child.
His arms soon hold the bundle of blanket, trying to calm the kid down with his baby voice. It wasn’t hard to get lost in its eyes, them being mysterious and full of innocence, drawing up the blonde one. His big hand now on its red cheek, trying to feel the texture of the soft skin under his fingers.
And as the cries never happened, the child started giggling again trying to grab Seokjin hands with such a beautiful smile. It was a really soft sight to see making them all calm and giddy inside. But as the child opened its mouth Seokjin's smiles disappeared.
“What the matter?” Asked Namjoon a little bit taken aback by the change of his hyungs mood. The oldest only looked back at the rest of them with a terrified expression.
“It's a human.”
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