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another-random-paradise · 3 days

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Your writing was adorable! I have a headcanon request for TWST. Feel free to ignore if it's not interesting, I won't mind. (￣▽￣)=3

Lilia, Leona, Azul (or whomever as long as Lilia is there)'s reaction to crush!reader sleepily telling them they want to marry them one day.

I'm a sap for mushy things. ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

A sleepy confession

Thank you so much for the request, it's adorable!! and of course, thank you for the compliments too! I'm a sucker for mushy things too, so this was so much fun to write!

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Crush!Reader sleepily telling him, they want to marry him

Characters: Lillia, Leona, Azul

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: None that i can think off

Lillia

-you probably found silver asleep somewhere comfortable and instead of waking him up like usual (cause you're a good friend) you decide to also lay down and sleep... You most likely had History with professor Trein before this.

-Lillia just happened to be nearby, or maybe he was keeping an eye on silver, yk, like a good dad :D

- If you're napping under a tree, he might just be sitting on one of the branches

-You'd sleepily look up to him on the branches, as the old fae smiles down at you, and you, probably already half a sleep and maybe even thinking it's a dream, mumble out a soft "I wanna marry you one day.."

-poor guy almost fell out off the tree

-you can't just do that to his old heart!! You can and you did

-his expression would soften, like he'd still be smiling, but it wouldn't be his typical trickster kinda smile (please tell me you know what i mean)

-Despite his usual attitude, I feel like he was very worried about loving you. I'm a huge believer in the Idea that fae usually only fall in love once, so after Meleanor, he believed that was it, he'd never love again. And then you came into his life, like a shining star, guiding him out of the darkness.

-While he was grateful that he got a second chance at love, especially with someone as amazing as you, it's also nerve wrecking for him. The last and only time before this, he had his heart broken and ended up raising her son. Just the thought of the same thing happening again terrified him.

-But after what you just said, he won't need to worry about that anymore, right?

-Now he just needs to come up with the best way to confess... maybe he could cook you something!

Leona

-Due to Leona being a bit of a tsundere, I don't feel like he'd get you to cuddle/sleep with him before officially dating

-BUT, if you two got paired together for a project, especially if it's in the botanical garden, chances are very high, you are doing the project and he's napping

-and doing a project by yourself gets you tired, especially one meant for magic as a magicless student, so you eventually lie down next to him

-due to his sensitive hearing, he lazily opens eyes, and sees you, already half asleep, looking at him, confusing him at first not that he's complaining, till.. "Despite you making me do this project by myself, i somehow i still wanna marry you some day" and just like that you're asleep.

-He, on the other hand, is suddenly very wide awake.

-what?? you didn't mean that, right?? that's just the tiredness speaking, right?? you couldn't have meant that, right? why, or rather how, could you like him of all people?....He can't imagine being anyone's, let alone your, first choice. He's so used to being second.

-For the first time in forever, he is fully awake and can't go back to sleep, just what are you doing to him, Herbivore?

-But this means you like him back, right? alright fine, he'll put some work into confessing, just don't expect anything to grand

-He'd still be awake once you wake up again, much to your confusion, but still deliberately refuse to help. Not a word of what you said is spoken, but if you look closely enough you'll see the blush on his cheeks!

Azul

-You wanted to rest after a long day, maybe even after a long shift at the mostro lounge, and Azul was gracious enough to let you rest on one of the couches in the VIP room, while he worked. He actually wanted to appear like a gentleman in front of you and impress you.

-You can't convince me that those couches aren't comfortable. Which is why you almost immediately fall asleep the moment you lay down.

-But before you do, you make one last comment "I already want to marry you one day as is, but if it means I get to rest like this every night, I'll buy the ring tomorrow"

-If a student walked in right now, they might just confuse him with a crashed pc; or maybe with riddle, considering how red he is

-Just completely stops everything he's doing, he's in shock. he doesn't believe he can actually be loved

-It genuinely shocks him so much that you actually like him back, let alone want to marry him, but he can't say he isn't happy! So him being even more of a gentleman to you and giving you countless discounts worked! (You actually already liked him before that! but he was to busy being insecure to notice)

-Immediately starts working on a relationship contract for you two, hell, you said you want to marry him, right?? might as well start working on the marriage certificate!

-He continues to be absolutely flustered as he writes the two contracts, if either of the twins saw him right now, he'd never hear the end of it!

-Prepare to be asked to dinner at the most romantic table in the mostro lounge with Azul, where he will then ask you out and discusses your relationship as if it was a business meeting :)

Ahhhh my first request, thank you so much again for your kind words and the adorable request, I truly hope i lived up to it's greatness <3

I'm still in book 4, so i tried to write Lilia as in-character as possible based on what i saw of him during events and from other writers :)

feedback is welcomed, just be Kind! Hope you all have a lovely day/night!

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tangledupinyellow · 2 days

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A Hard Day's Night | Joel Miller X F!Reader

authors note: after a hell of a lot of internet problems, here's a little something that's been chilling in my drafts!

summary: You’ve been waiting all day for Joel to come home from work.

warnings/tags: 18+, no use of y/n, no outbreak au, nicknames (darling, baby girl, good girl), oral (m receiving), praise kink, some face fucking, Joel finishing in readers mouth

word count: 1.8k

You knew that sound all too well, the sound of the front door creaking open, followed by a groan and a rustle of a jacket being taken off. Joel had gotten off late yet again from his shift, something you were used to by now.

You were still up, lying in bed while staring at the ceiling with your hands folded on your chest. You always had trouble sleeping without Joel by your side, which kept you awake while waiting for him to come home. Even after years of dating, you couldn’t sleep without knowing he wasn’t there next to you.

Joel groggily slipped off his shoes and went straight to the living room couch, just dying to sit down. He let out a satisfied groan, the feeling of sitting down on something comfortable being just what he needed.

He tiredly rubbed his face and eyes, trying to regain some energy. His body was sore, and his head was pounding. These late nights at work were starting to take a toll on him.

Leaning back against the couch, he tried to relax, seeking any comfort he could from the soft cushions. He took his head out of his hands and ran them through his hair with a sigh. It was a relief to finally be back home.

You threw your legs off the bed and put your robe on, making your way out of the bedroom to go and check on him to see how his day was. Furrowing his eyebrows, he looked over when he heard the bedroom door open.

“I thought you were asleep,” Joel mumbled. His voice made it easy to tell how tired he was. He sounded like he had just woken up and was still half asleep.

You shook your head, tying up your robe while walking over to him, “Can’t sleep without you. I wanted to wait ‘till you got home.” You offered him a smile before sitting beside him on the couch.

Joel sighed and shook his head, feeling guilty, “You don’t need to wait for me, darlin’. You need your sleep too, y’know.” He looked at you, dark circles forming underneath his eyes.

You put your hand on his head and shook your head once more, “Can’t fall asleep without you even if I tried,” you told him simply, “Besides, I like being up when you get home. I wanna hear about your day even if it’s nearly midnight.”

He chuckled at this before leaning back against the couch to try and relieve the soreness he felt all over his body, “Wasn’t all that excitin’. I was outside for most of the day, doin’ a lot of hands on work. God, I’m gettin’ too old for this.” He laughed.

You laughed softly with him and rubbed his knee, “Ready to climb into bed?”

Joel thought to himself for a moment before shaking his head, “Thought I’d stay up for a little bit longer, grab something to eat or watch some tv,” he shrugged, “Wanna enjoy myself for at least a little while before I gotta get back to work.”

You nodded understandingly and kept your eyes on him while he reached forward to grab the remote that was sitting on the coffee table. Leaning back in his seat, he pointed the remote to the television to turn it on.

Joel flipped through the channel, his eyes glued on the screen while the light illuminated his face. You, on the other hand, had your eyes glued to him.

You had missed him all day, and you hated to see him so exhausted and beat up from a long, hard day of work.

You squeezed his knee gently and sighed softly while you looked at him, wanting to do whatever you could to make him feel better. And you knew a few ways to instantly boost his mood, especially a few that you would enjoy.

With a slight smirk forming on the corner of your lips, you kissed his cheek before getting off the couch.

Joel looked back over at you with an unmistakable look of confusion on his face. But that look of confusion slowly turned into realization when he saw you get on your knees right in front of him. His eyes widened slightly, there was a faint blush on his cheeks, and his dick twitched in his pants, anticipating what was about to come.

You kept your eyes on him as you unzipped his pants with ease, licking your lips. You enjoyed this just as much as he did. You always loved to make him feel good, and this was one of your favorite ways.

And you knew that this would help him relax almost instantly after a long, long day.

“Darlin’, fuck..” Joel groaned as he watched you pull down his underwear, his cock standing straight up with the tip leaking out a little bit of pre cum.

“I want to help you relax.” You whispered, rubbing his thighs slowly, glancing between his dick and his lust-filled eyes.

Joel bit his lower lip as he stared at you and let out another quiet groan before leaning back in his seat, his arms spread around the couch with his head resting on the cushion. He slowly closed his eyes, allowing himself to fully relax and focus on how you were making him feel.

With a gentle grip, you grabbed the base of his cock and gave it a couple of strokes, your mouth already watering at the sight. He twitched in your hand, and you loved making him wait just a little bit longer and seeing how badly he needed you.

While keeping your eyes on him, you slowly put his tip into your mouth, causing him to suck in a deep breath. He gripped onto the couch cushions while he stared at you, watching your every move. The feeling of his dick in your mouth was one of his most favorite feelings to experience. Each time, it only got better and better, and he could never get sick of it. It was like a drug for him.

You closed your eyes while keeping a tight grip on the base of his cock, easing up and down on the tip with your mouth. You licked over his tip, his pre cum all over your tongue. He moaned at the sensation and stared down at you, slowly moving one of his hands to tangle into your hair.

“Fuck, too damn good at this.” He already sounded out of breath as he spoke. And you’ve barely even started. You’ve just always had this effect on him.

You smirked slightly at his praise and started to take him a little deeper, keeping it gradual while you moved up and down his cock with your mouth.

His eyes were glued onto you, unable to look away. He was mesmerized.

You moved your hand up and down along with your mouth, keeping a tight grip while you went in deeper, knowing precisely what he liked and what he wanted. A moan that left his lips confirmed that for you.

Spit drooled out from your mouth and onto your hand as you quickened up your pace, getting deeper with each time you went back down onto his dick. His breathing was getting hitched, and he tangled his fingers up in your hair, starting to guide you with his hand.

“Mmm yeah, just like that baby girl…” Joel groaned out as he guided your mouth up and down his dick with his hands in your hair.

You hummed against his cock in response and kept going, just like how he wanted.

He rubbed your head and kept his hand in your hair, leaning his head further back so that you could see the veins in his neck when you would glance up at him occasionally.

Your hand moved at the same pace with your mouth, wanting to give him the most pleasure possible. You could feel yourself getting wet in your panties from all of the moans and quiet whimpers you heard from him. With each praise he gave you, you felt yourself getting even wetter. There was nothing better than making him feel like this.

“That’s it, fuck…” Joel moaned a little louder and gripped your hair, a slight growl leaving his throat, “Such a good girl on your knees for me like this…”

When you heard him, a little whimper came from your mouth as well. You could listen to him praise you for hours on end. It made this just as enjoyable and fun for you as it was for him.

You had to resist the urge to reach down to touch yourself, wanting to focus on just him and only him. You wanted to make him feel good, and for now, that was your main focus.

Joel’s lips were parted ever slightly as he stared at you through his eyelashes, his chest heaving up and down slowly. How you looked back up at him with such beautiful big eyes was just what he needed after a hard day of work. All he needed was you.

Spit drooled out from your mouth as you tried to go as deep as you possibly could while still keeping up with the quick pace. Each time, you went deeper than the last, and Joel would let out a moan each time you did.

You could feel that he was getting close by the way his dick twitched in your mouth, and his whimpers became more frequent. You knew this man like the back of your hand, and you knew just what you needed to do to help him finish.

You kept a tight grip and just focused on bringing him to his climax. His hands moved down from your hair onto your shoulders, digging his nails into your shirt. You could feel him shaking just slightly as he held you, signaling he was getting closer.

“Mmm, fuck… Fuck m’gonna cum baby girl…” Joel drew out as he kept his eyes on you, panted breaths leaving his parted lips.

You squeezed and scratched his naked thighs gently, almost as if giving him permission to finish.

One hand gripped onto your shoulder while the other grabbed your hair as he leaned back with a loud moan, spurts of his come flooding into your mouth. You hummed quietly and closed your eyes as you took in every last drop, slowly pulling away and licking his tip cheekily while staring up at him.

Joel had his eyes on you the entire time. He chuckled quietly, letting out a sigh, “You sure do know how to make me feel better, don’t ya?” He laughed, his heart rate still beating rapidly.

You chuckled along with him and licked your lips before slowly sitting back on the couch with him, pecking his lips gently before responding with a grin, “I always do.”

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marvelfanfics1 · 14 hours

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I wonder how daddy!Rafe would react after catching sick little!reader, who is supposed to be resting, out of bed and playing with their toys

Rest

Pairing: dark!daddy!rafe x little!reader

warning: age regression, dark themes, drugging

A/n: this one got a bit darker than intended but I couldn't help myself bc I actually think this is how he would handle this situation in his twisted rafe way yk?

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He just wants what's best for you and when the doctor says you need to rest Rafe would most definitely make you rest, if you wanted to or not.

"You stay right here while daddy's makes some calls. I warn you once, just because you're sick doesn't mean I won't punish you if you dare to leave this bed, a'ight?" He looks at you sternly, tucking you in and tries not to smile at your pouty face, your arms crossed and kicking your leg one time.

"I wanna play! The bed is boring." You cough loudly, your throat burning like hell.

"And I want you to get healthy, so you're gonna rest and take your medicine later like a good girl." There was no room for arguing and you huff, turning your back to him and grabbing your tablet.

He just shakes his head, leaning down to kiss your head before leaving the room. Once you hear the door click shut you throw the blanket off your body. You got up from the bed and walked over to the big pile of stuffies, grabbing some of them you carry them to your little table where you have all your tea parties.

Rafe should've known better. He keeps forgetting that littles mostly don't understand common sense and don't see what's good for them and what's not. That's why you don't see why you can't keep doing what you normally do in little space, not understanding that if you don't rest that your body could get even more sick.

Half an hour later, after all calls have been dealt with and made a small request to Rose, Rafe went to check on you only to find you in fact not in your bed. Even though you were facing the door you haven't noticed him yet, still babbling to your lamb.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" Rafe asks, standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips, the frustration clear on his face.

You freeze, looking at him with wide eyes while he approaches you slowly.

"Didn't I tell you to rest? Care to explain how I find you sitting here and in fact not resting, huh?" He doesn't even give you a chance to speak, standing beside you he places his hand on your forehead and sighs loudly at feeling how your fever got worse. Suddenly you feel incredibly warm and a little dizzy.

"Don' feel good." You mumble, your body leaning against him automatically for comfort.

"Yeah, I figured that. That's what happens when you don't listen to daddy." He clicks his tongue before scooping you up, carrying you over to your bed.

Just as he lowers you down Rose walks in, holding one of your sippy cups and handing it to Rafe, looking a little concerned. "Are you sure you-"

"Thank you, Rose. I'll handle this on my way now." Rafe quickly cuts her off, shooting her a warning glare. You don't know what he means and just wave at Rose sweetly while coughing.

She just nods, giving you a small smile before walking off again, closing the door behind her.

He turns his attention back to you and smiles, holding the sippy out for you to take which you happily did, feeling how warm the cup it is. You sigh when the warm tea goes down your aching throat.

Rafe keeps brushing a hand over your hair, watching you empty the sippy and notices how your eyes already start to get droopy, trying your hardest to keep them open.

"There we go." He cooes, gently grabbing the cup and placing it on your nightstand. "How you feelin' baby?"

"M'sleepy..." You yawn, pawing at your eyes.

"That's normal. That's your body trying to help you with your fever, just close your eyes." He says, covering you with your weighted blanket before kissing your forehead.

When he pulls back again he chuckles at you already sleeping, the drugs having you completely knocked out.

"Now you'll get all the rest you need."

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pomefioredove · 1 day

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Imagine instead of rook voted for rsa, the reader did. Who is in a relationship with Vil.

Angst:333

ANON ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME /light hearted

summary: betrayal of the highest order type of post: short fic characters: vil additional info: established relationship, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, ANGST, hurt w no comfort

"I can't even look at you right now,"

The words hurt.

They burn coming out of his mouth, and they sting your skin when they hit you. You'd never heard a sentence with barbs before.

A part of you was hoping that he would shout. Chastise you, drag you off stage and scold you until his perfect throat was raw.

Instead, he had just... stared.

Vil stared at you after the loss. He stared when you admitted being the cause of it. He stared all the way back to the dorm, where he promptly holed himself up in his room, refusing to speak with anyone.

After an hour and a half of Rook and Epel begging for him to say something to them, he demands you.

And that brings you here.

"I am so... utterly... disappointed," he says. He's not wearing any makeup. His face is puffy and red.

You don't want to dwell on being the cause of that.

"I simply won't allow myself to beg for an answer. You have now to explain yourself, and then I don't want to see you."

You're quiet for a moment. There's really nothing you can say, but he's demanded an answer, and it's the least you can give him.

"I didn't think it would matter,"

His eyes sharpen. "Pathetic. That's the best you could come up with?"

"I was told to be fair-"

"There is no fair," he says, crossing his arms as if putting a barrier between the two of you. "There is no equality. I am your boyfriend. And more than that, you saw how hard everyone worked. How could you-"

His voice catches on that last word, and he stops himself. He takes a long, deep breath, and runs a hand through his hair. It seems more undone than usual.

"For him, of all people. Rook... I understand. Rook would chase the light from a laser pointer if it was pretty enough. But you...?"

Vil falls silent again, turning to face the door. His eyes, though narrow and sharp and uninviting, are glimmering with tears. You feel dizzy.

"Vil..."

He holds up a hand, silencing you. "That's enough. I suppose it's my own fault. I deluded myself into thinking I knew you better than that,"

Is there anything you can really say? Do? Or is this just broken beyond repair?

What is he thinking right now?

"I'm sorry,"

He's quiet.

"I know. But that doesn't fix anything,"

You're both quiet.

You hate seeing him like this. His face contorted into something meant to imitate anger, his body language closed off, but something in his eyes begging for you.

For you to what, you can't imagine. No apology could save this.

The silence passes you both by, although it offers no comfort. He clears his throat.

"I think you should leave. I need some time to think. I suggest the same for you,"

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #queued #vil schoenheit x reader

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nerdieforpedro · 2 days

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Muted Peach

Dave York x plus size AFAB

This fic and my blog overall is for readers 18+

Word Count: 921

Summary: The run in your stockings is annoying but is quickly an afterthought with Dave’s arrival. He brings you two things you need and leaves you with a promise you want. The two of you don’t need any more words than necessary.

Warnings: handling dangerous plants, soft Dave - geez, government corruption, planning for murder, use of a knife, HANDS (be weird if Nerdie didn’t have it), unprotected P in V, aftercare, more soft Dave (👀 Not mad at it, just surprised myself)

Notes: Another entry for Jett’s Flora and Fauna Challenge by @morallyinept I’m enjoying writing about flowers 💐 This is my first, primarily smut fic in a while (if you mention Frankie I dunno what you mean 👀 that was only like the first 4-5 parts).

Let me know what you think 🤔

I also found these flower meaning references to help anyone who might wanna do the challenge but either doesn’t know a flower to do or what they mean: Botanical Headcannons

This one was for the flower I chose Belladonna: How does your muse respond to silence ? Do they take comfort in soundlessness , or seek to fill the void with noise ?

Main Masterlist/ Dave York Masterlist

The run in your stockings was inevitable. They were old, a size too small but you didn’t want to wear leggings under your skirt, and you felt you could wait until the weekend to buy a new pair. You thought they might have ripped randomly when you sat down for meetings or even when your knee hit that idiot Jim’s desk when you confronted him about why his reports aren’t in. You should not be coming to his office to inquire about them after sending him a reminder email like the rest of the team. His quarterly evaluation just took a dip. Keeping up appearances outside of your real function at the CIA is exhausting and mind-numbing.

You’ve gotten back to your office after five in the evening to make some notes before leaving. That’s when he appears in your doorway. He’s brought a plant for you. It’s small, a deep violet with dark green leaves, he needs to wear gloves while handling it. The flower is called belladonna - deadly nightshade. The smile on your fellow CIA agent’s face gives away his intent. He was able to get it for you. A special project in addition to your weekend shopping. A visit would be had with one of the US diplomats that were skimming money from the embassy. That wasn’t enough to warrant their death. It was when they began dabbling in the drug trade that the department received notice to remove him from the equation to maintain the integrity of US diplomats everywhere.

Such an original concept, for the greater whole and good.

“At least how they die will be elegant,” The only words Dave says to you before noting your stockings with their run. He chuckles and reaches in his jacket pocket. Of course he keeps his knife on him, though he didn’t need to cut your stockings and panties off. You were going to take them off anyway, but now they’re in his pocket. Sometimes you wonder what he does with them all? The plant is set in the windowsill and he discards the gloves and runs his hands over your large thighs before putting you up on your own desk.

With his lips on yours, he bites on your bottom lip and has you open for him, allowing him to explore your mouth. Unbuckling his belt and reaching into his boxers, you find what you need. Having his throbbing length in your palm, you scoot your ass to the edge of the desk. York’s dripping head is sliding against your folds, you softly whimper into Dave’s mouth, opening your legs wider for him. The smirk on his face while he leans back enough you get his pants around his knees and plunges within you. There’s no preamble, just the squelches of your cunt sucking his cock back within you to kiss your cervix. He pushed you on your back and had your wrists pinned to the desk. The thickness of his turgid member gives you the pleasurable stretch that you craved when he passed behind you after the meeting ended. Purposely cupping your ass, taking a moment to reach for a pen on the table in front of you, his hand sliding across your stomach, giving it a small pat. Switching his hold on your wrists from one hand to two, that same hand roamed over your stomach, feeling its softness and jiggle. He pats it again and mouths, “You’re doing well. Stay quiet for me a little longer, Peach.” Two of his fingers reach between your legs where he can see himself entering and exiting you while he circles your small sensitive bud.

The small gasps released from your throat, you’ve gotten skilled at keeping the noise to a minimum outside of your wet core. The pressure’s building with the unevenness of his drags, Dave’s close and you’ll be painted soon. Quickly he pulls out of you and lobs his ropes across your mound and thighs while your walls contract around air. Your moist folds miss his cock already, but it’s time to go. Dave sits you up and pulls a small packet of wipes out of another pocket in his jacket, wiping you down and himself before pulling his pants up and fixing his belt. The peppered kisses to your cheeks and neck are his goodbye to you as he exits the office. The notes you’d been writing and files are on the floor, it’s not his concern, though Dave makes a point to come back after thinking about it for a minute. Touching your shoulder, you stand and he picks up the papers off the floor.

“Didn’t want anyone to see?” Teasing him leads to another peck and a hand on your hip.

“Of course not. I should be the only one to see you sloppy. Take care of it this weekend and I can swing by Sunday night. We might even get breakfast Monday if there’s time sweetheart.” You pat his chest and nod, giving him one more kiss before he really does leave this time.

A fresh pair of gloves is on your desk. York left you those so you can get your new plant home safely - to be repotted you tell the janitor on your way out, the cool air tickling your clit. A job well done means a lazy Sunday night and Monday morning with Dave, so what if you work on different ends of the ‘special operations section’ of the CIA?

Being Dave York’s sweet Peach has definite perks.

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666writingcafe · 1 day

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A Reward: Lucifer/Barbatos

Part One of Special Bonus Content (NSFW)

Once Belphie's finished with me, he slides off the bed, and Lucifer and Barbatos take his place. Everyone else backs away to give the three of us some space.

"You wanna know something, MC?" Barbatos asks from behind, his breath hitting my ear and making me shiver.

"What's that?" I respond.

"Lucifer and I have discussed doing this sort of thing before."

"R-Really?" This is news to me. Two of the most emotionally constipated men I know openly talking about me to each other? Then again, they are friends, so perhaps they feel comfortable enough around each other to be that honest.

"Eventually, yes," Lucifer chimes in. "It didn't start off that way. We were simply sharing our feelings towards you, but the more conversations we had, the more explicit they became."

"While demons are known to be territorial, we're also able to share things with people that we trust," Barbatos continues. "I know that Lucifer wouldn't do anything to intentionally hurt you, and I'm sure he feels the same about me." Lucifer nods in acknowledgement.

"So, you two have just kinda been...waiting?" I ask.

"More or less," Lucifer answers, touching the side of my face. "Will you indulge us, MC? I promise it'll be worth your while."

"Okay," I whisper. Lucifer leans in and kisses me. A moment later, I feel Barbatos' lips traveling down my neck.

Two people is a lot less overwhelming than eleven, and I'm actually able to properly enjoy the sensations without my brain shutting down on me. Lucifer and Barbatos' touches are quite gentle, but also deliberate. It's rather nice.

Barbatos turns my head towards him so that he can kiss my mouth, and Lucifer begins moving down my torso. He pauses at my abdomen, and Barbatos pulls back shortly after, leaving me momentarily confused.

"Which one of us do you want inside you, MC?" Lucifer asks. "There's no wrong answer; I simply want to know whether I need to swap places with Barbatos, that's all."

"Is both an option?" I hear someone gasp at my question, but the silent conversation between Barbatos and Lucifer has most of my attention. They must have decided to make it happen, for I'm soon instructed to get on my hands and knees. Once they're satisfied with my position, they swap places. Barbatos is soon thrusting in and out of my mouth while Lucifer does the same from behind.

Their low, quiet moans and murmured compliments soon become the only things I'm able to think about.

You're nice and warm, MC.

You're taking both of us so well.

That's it, just like that.

Good MC.

The closer we get to our climax, the less precise and coherent the two men are. Eventually, the only intelligible thing coming out of their mouths is my name. I myself am reduced to moans as they cum inside me. My body momentarily goes limp when they pull out, but then a sudden surge of energy courses through me, forcing me to remain alert. Must be part of the experience of being in the dream realm.

I find myself eagerly looking forward to what's next.

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azriel x eris | 5,2k words | warnings: none, wording might be a little vulgar in some parts | masterlist

“You are my mate,” Eris repeats.

Unquenchable desire and longing start to brew within him. It is all Eris feels, despite his pain, when his hooded gaze roams over Azriel.

But the feeling dims slightly when he watches his mate’s expression. There is nothing on Azriel’s face. Not a hint of shock, or surprise. Not even anger.

Nonchalance, or is it ignorance? Whatever it is, it makes Eris slightly angry. And deep within his heart it hurts. The prince‘s lips part in an attempt to vent his displeasure about Azriel’s ignorance, but the shadowsinger is faster.

“I know.” Azriel’s velvety, cool voice sends a lick of heat through Eris, stimulating every small inch of his body.

“Since when do you know?” Eris tries to sit up further so that he can get on eye-level with Azriel. “How did you find out? When did you find out?”

The shadowsinger’s shoulders droop, his chin lowering to his chest as well. He gives his head a little shake. “I‘ve never known for sure, but I started to feel a tug on my chest after rescuing you from Briallyn. I started to feel it more often and whenever someone mentioned your name, it got more intense and when—fuck!”

Azriel slams his hand over his face, then drags it down.

“It fucking tore me apart. I felt your pain through the bond, Eris. When Beron…when he hurt you, I felt it. That’s when I knew for sure. That’s when I knew you are my mate.”

His body fully on his own accord leans toward the Vanserra male, forehead resting against Eris‘. “I felt it all, and I knew what it meant. Your pain was so strong, that in that moment I couldn’t care less about what it meant to be mated to my arch nemesis. I only had to find you.” The corner of his mouth kicks up despite the persistent pain within his heart.

Even Eris has to chuckle at what Azriel said, the noise soft and purely male, his breath warm when it brushes Azriel’s skin.

“I needed to get to you. To check on you. To take care of you.” Another tear slips out of Azriel’s eye but he tries to blink it away. He isn’t fast enough and so Eris catches it on his thumb and then brings his lips to his mates.

“I‘ve known since the damn High Lord’s meeting.”

Azriel’s eyes open quickly. “For so long.”

“Just like you, just like my mate, it was hard for me to accept it.” He cracks a smile and his cheeks warm at the mention of mate. “I‘ve never allowed myself to accept it. Or even entertain the thought of what it means.” He brushes his fingers over Azriel‘s cheek and kisses him again.

“There is so much between us — a past, hate, differences, hurt, regret, a whole lot of things we said to each other, words that can‘t be taken back.”

“You don’t have to accept the bond,” Azriel quickly says and it is almost like a bolt of burning pain spears into his heart. His soul. The hurt spreads, and his chest feels heavy.

“I‘ve never said that I don’t want to accept the bond — Hel, I haven’t even entertained the thought of accepting it yet.” Eris shakes his head. “I want a mating bond. I want someone at my side who I can love unconditionally. Who loves me unconditionally. Someone who I can consult in court matters and who provides me with the necessary distraction and comfort once court business is over for the day. I want someone who—”

“Cares.” Azriel shuts his mouth and his eyes.

“Yes.” Eris‘ voice is barely above a whisper. Tentatively, he leans in, closing his mouth over Azriel’s lips, kissing him deeply. “Say that you want me,” Eris mumbles before he kisses the corner of Azriel’s mouth.

“I want you, you bastard, and you know it,” Azriel groans. “I desire you. I need you.” Their lips are sealed once more.

They lose track of time. Of space. Minutes pass. Or hours, days weeks, years. It doesn’t matter. Everything fades into significance for as long as their lips touch. Only when out of breath, do they part and Azriel straightens up. He moves to change his position on the bed, and Eris' heart drops – Azriel is going to leave already.

“Stay.” Eris‘ hand instinctively curls around the spymaster’s wrist, feeling the marred skin against his soft palm. “Stay with me tonight. You can leave before the sun rises. But for now. Please, stay.” Eris swallows thickly. “Please.”

A flicker of hesitation passes over Azriel’s face, and is soon replaced by unease. Worry. The shadowsinger doesn’t have to say anything, it is all in his eyes, and Eris brushes his thumb over the back of Azriel’s hand. “Not for sex.”

The shadowsinger lifts his chin, and the look he wears is far from his usual expression. There is no cold in it, no indifference. His cheeks are rosy and his lips form a sheepish smile.

“Huh?” Azriel raises a brow, but then has to chuckle. “This is not where my worry comes from. What if Beron catches us here, he will hurt you–”

“He can’t find me here – can’t find us here. This place is protected by my magic.”

Azriel finds himself nodding slowly, accepting this answer. They should truly be safe here.

“But concerning what you said…” He clears his throat. “I have never been with a male before,” he admits silently. “Hel, I‘ve not even kissed a male before you.”

“Good,” Eris says and his voice edges on a growl.

Azriel’s cock tightens at the noise, but he keeps holding Eris‘ gaze, despite his lids now feeling a little heavier.

“It does something for my pride to be your first.” He smirks, but the expression fades quickly, his hand clasping Azriel’s tightly. “Only if you allow me to, of course.”

The shadowsinger leans in again, hating that there is so much distance between them, his forehead resting against Eris‘ once more, their noses brushing. “I have hated you so much, for such a long time — or that was what I thought.” His eyes close, voice heavy with emotion. “But I have to be honest with myself now, and let me tell you, there‘s nothing I would want more than that.”

Azriel‘s lips brush the prince‘s. Only swiftly and then his lips curl. “If I stay here tonight, can you hold me in your arms?”

Eris‘ body stiffens, and his throat works on a swallow. “Yes, whatever you want, Azriel.”

The spymaster removes Truth-Teller, carefully laying it down on the ground beside the bed, then he strips out of his boots, placing them beside his hunting knife. He climbs onto the bed – this time completely–, his heart beating in his throat when Eris makes room for him, moving carefully due the still fresh wounds and newly-opened scars on his body. Eris lies down on his side, and Azriel curls up against him, head fitting in right beneath Eris‘ chin, the heir’s arm sliding around the spymaster’s waist.

“Your hair…” Eris inhales a deep breath.

“Yes?” Azriel shifts closer, so close their bodies are melding, fronts pressed against one another, Eris‘ hand resting where Azriel’s wing is connected to his body.

“You smell nice.” Eris laughs softly and it makes his chest vibrate against Azriel’s head. The shadowsinger soaks up the noise, the deep, hoarse sound and revels in it. He loves it and slowly, despite the massive pile of problems that lay between them, his heart seems to have arrived.

He has never been held like that. Not since he was a little boy.

Cassian has often draped an arm over his body, holding him tightly. But only after they had passed out somewhere in the House of Wind, after a night full of liquor, and getting absolutely drunk. It was never in a romantic way…

Azriel is nervously nibbling on his lower lip because he can’t quite place his emotions. This should be weird and odd and strange, and he shouldn’t enjoy it so much. Not when the male in whose arms he finds himself lying is Eris Vanserra. But it feels so damn right, his soul singing the most beautiful melody, warming his chest from the inside out, the bond’s golden threads finally being able to reach for their counterpart.

“You think we can make–” Eris clears his throat. “You think there can truly be something between us?”

“More than secret meetings and kisses in the dark?”

Eris brushes his lips over Azriel’s head, his hold tightening. “Mhm.”

“I don’t know how to tell my family,” Azriel answers honestly, his face still buried in Eris' chest. He can’t look at him, knowing he wouldn’t be able to bear the look in his eyes. The possible hurt there. The potential sadness.

It is almost like Eris can read his mind. Warm fingers curl around Azriel’s chin and he is forced to look up at his mate. Despite his worries, he doesn’t find hurt in Eris’ eyes. Only understanding. Sympathy. Warmth.

“You don’t need to tell them. Not now. We can see what there truly is between us and if it works out. If our desire is enough to become something more. To turn into something. Something that is love. You can always tell them later.”

Their gazes lock. “You have doubts about this bond? About…us being able to love each other?”

Eris caresses Azriel’s cheek, tenderness etched into every line of his face. He leans in and kisses the shadowsinger‘s brow. “A lot has happened between us. A lot of bad things, Azriel. It is not so easy, we won’t just fall in love with each other and forget everything that has happened in the past.”

Eris closes his eyes when they start to line with tears. “I‘m scared that there will forever be something between us…an obstacle we can’t overcome. I haven’t allowed myself to even consider liking you for so long, and—”

“We can manage this.” Azriel places his palm flat against his mate’s chest. “Not a long time ago, I would have never even thought about you and I being anything else other than enemies. I would have never considered kissing you, or lying in your arms…things change. ”

Azriel pushes up on his elbow and hence leaves Eris‘ embrace. But only half, the prince‘s hand falls to his hip, staying there.

“Now you are all and everything I can think about. All I want, and need. I think about you all the time and as much as I hated to admit it, I couldn’t bear the feeling of being away from you for too long. That’s why I was constantly sneaking around in Autumn.” Azriel’s chest lifts with a deep inhale. “It all reached its peak when I felt your pain today…it shredded my heart into pieces and all I could think about was getting to you as fast as possible.”

A stray tear escapes the corner of Eris’ eye. “You saved me.”

“No, Eris, you saved me.”

The heir’s brows furrow, but before he can continue, Azriel offers him an explanation. “I felt like I was falling into an endless pit of darkness, but now that there is the possibility of this,”– using his hand he motions between them– “, between us turning into something more, into something beautiful, some light is filling my life again. And I know it will change everything and I know explaining to my family won’t be easy, but…”

Something akin to a breathy sob leaves Azriel. Eris digs his fingertips into his waist, his lower lip trembling.

“I want to explore this bond with you. I want to talk with you about everything that has happened between us and overcome every obstacle that has been put into our path, Eris. I want us to share stories of our childhood, our fears and our hopes and dreams,” Azriel says and slides his scarred hand to Eris' throat, fingers curling. “I want you. And I will forever hold onto the hope of us eventually falling in love.”

“Azriel,” Eris starts, but his voice cracks. “I want you too.” He makes them roll over, and as he settles on top of Azriel, he grinds his hips against the other’s and it elicits the most beautiful, male noise from the spymaster.

Their lips meet in an open-mouthed kiss, teeth clacking, hands roaming and exploring the other’s body. The first brush of Eris‘ tongue against Azriel’s, makes the spymaster feel alive, electric. Eris tastes like firewood, earthy and musky. Like charred wood mingled with the subtle yet spicy sweetness of cinnamon. Like a flickering fireplace on a crisp evening, smokey and warm. Eris tastes like home.

Flames of need burn beneath his skin with every flick of Eris‘ tongue. Azriel’s balls draw tight and he allows himself to groan, the sound pure, and primal when it slips through his lips.

At the noise, purely male smugness fills Eris and he grazes his teeth along Azriel’s lip, then lower to his jaw, and his neck. Letting his tongue glide over Azriel’s skin he drinks in his scent, moaning when the smell seeps into his nostrils and infuses his mind.

But he can’t stay away from the shadowsinger’s lips for too long — they are too inviting and the taste of Azriel too beguiling.

Azriel’s hand glides down the solid, corded back of the heir, and when his palm smoothes over Eris‘ rear, he squeezes, feeling how his muscles tense.

“Mine.” Eris flicks his tongue against Azriel’s. The shadowsinger’s hips jerk in answer, back bowing slightly, wings twitching and a strangled groan leaves his throat.

“Surely no sex?” Azriel teases, voice breathy and hoarse.

Eris‘ teeth sink into his skin. “No,” he growls, “because when I fuck you for the first time I want us to do it in a proper bed.”

He moves off Azriel, and pulls the stunned shadowsinger flush to his chest, their bodies perfectly fitting against one another. “Sleep now, Shadowsinger.”

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Eris has always been pale. Very pale. As white as the walls in the Moonstone Palace.

But right now, as Azriel gazes at him, his lips involuntarily form a grimace — Eris is almost translucent. Cold sweat coats his forehead and his limbs tremble.

This is not good, Azriel knows this. This is actually really bad, his bloodstream must have collapsed or is close to doing so.

"Eris," Azriel whispers, dragging his scarred fingers down the side of Eris‘ face. "Wake."

The Autumn Court heir only shifts, his lids barely opening, but his lips form a lazy smile. "Azriel." Eris‘ voice is so soft, so full of…love, Azriel‘s heart can’t barely take it.

"Is this a dream or is this real?"

"Can’t it be both," Azriel answers, smiling at the memory — months ago he gave him that very same answer.

"This time it feels real," Eris hums and his eyes open. He looks at Azriel through a heavy-lidded gaze, chest rising and falling with laboured breaths.

"Because it is real." Azriel wants to lean in, seal their lips together, but the moment his forehead touches Eris‘ hot and sweat-covered skin, he is reminded of the prince‘s condition. His alarm bells ring anew.

"When did you last eat?"

Eris doesn’t answer and so Azriel moves his hand lower, to Eris‘ shoulder, shaking him softly. "Eris, answer my question."

"I don’t remember."

"You need to eat, and drink."

"I need to hold you, Azriel," Eris answers matter-of-factly.

To make his point clear, Eris tightens his hold on Azriel, but the shadowsinger has none of it. Eris needs food and water, and that within the next seconds.

So, he lets his head fall into the crook of Eris‘ shoulder, and kisses his skin. Simultaneously his hand glides down to Eris waist, then to his backside.

"Eris," he rasps, and the Autumn Court heir‘s hips buck in response. "You need to eat!"

With that Azriel pushes up, slipping out of Eris’ hold that has turned a little sluggish.

"Can I find food here?"

Water he knows is here, he has cleaned Eris‘ wounds earlier. But food! Hopefully, Eris has something stored here.

Eris doesn’t answer immediately, he only shifts on the bed, pinning Azriel with a look. "I‘ll eat tomorrow."

"I won’t be discussing that." Azriel pads toward the make-shift kitchen, and on a dusty shelf within one of the weathered cupboards he truly finds a stale piece of bread.

"You are bossy," he hears Eris say behind him, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. "It‘s not like you don’t like it."

Azriel’s chuckling, though, is cut short.

"Do you like me?"

Azriel almost drops the piece of bread and the glass of water in his other hand. His eyes widen and for a moment he only stares at the heir. It is all he can do, but then he breathes in deeply and squares his shoulders and walks toward the bed.

"I wouldn’t be taking care of you if I didn’t like you," he answers in his usual cold and emotionless voice and sits down on the bed, handing Eris the glass of water. "I don’t know when loathing turned into liking, but—"

"I think this is what the bond does." Eris takes a sip, then another one and then gulps down the whole glass.

"I knew you were thirsty," Azriel says, almost a little triumphantly. "But no, I don’t think so. Not entirely at least."

Eris pushes up on his elbow. "What do you mean?" The only explanation he has ever had for liking Azriel was the bond.

"With the bond’s involvement, I started to think more about you, reflect about things you said to me, I said to you, how you reacted. I considered our interactions a little more deeply, and I slowly started to understand you better."

Eris‘ throat bobs when he swallows, and with all the strength he has left in him, he pushes up on his hand so he is on eye-level with Azriel. The shadowsinger’s scarred hands fumble with the piece of bread, tearing off a smaller piece, but Eris closes his hand over Azriel’s, stopping him.

"I can’t accept food from you," he tells him. "Not yet at least." Eris lifts their connected hands to his lips, kissing each of Azriel’s scarred knuckles and awareness dawns on the spymaster…

"I will eat when I return to the Forest House tomorrow morning, I’ll be fine."

Slowly, Azriel begins to nod. "Promise me?"

Eris slides his hand down Azriel’s arm, up to his shoulder, pulling him in. "I promise," he whispers and kisses him so softly that tears start to build up in the shadowsinger’s eyes. "Have you had someone to look out for you when you were a child, Azriel?"

The shadowsinger shakes his head, then rests his forehead against Eris‘. "For a long time I didn’t. My mother did when I was very later, but she couldn’t always take care of me. Many years later, Rhys and Cass."

Eris sighs. "It’s the same with my mother." His eyes close. "You have no idea how much I appreciate what you are doing for me right now. How much…what it means to me. I have always been alone after he…hurt me. I’ve never had anyone to take care of me, to tend to my wounds apart from healers. I will forever be grateful that you are here tonight, and that you didn’t leave me alone with the darkness. With the demons in my mind."

His lips brush Azriel’s once again. A single tear slips out of the spymaster’s eye, and he curls one arm around Eris, careful of the wounds that still have not fully healed.

With a voice, heavy with emotion, the shadowsinger says, "After the ball in the Hewn City you asked me about my scars."

Eris’ nod is shallow, and Azriel can feel his patience. He won’t push him, lets him find his time to open up.

"My step-brothers wanted to test my Illyrian healing powers. They poured oil over my hands and set them on fire."

He holds onto his mate, Eris‘ scent lingering in his nose is everything he needs to calm himself.

"Are they dead?"

"They have been taken care of, yes!"

"Fucking beasts," Eris growls. “I would behead them all myself if they still were.” A lethal fire starts to glow in Eris’ eyes that tells Azriel that he truly means it.

But his demeanour shifts, a softer, warmer expression passing over his face, and in a more composed voice, he adds, "Together we can learn to no longer fear fire, to find beauty in it and not only see the haunting memories and ugly side of it."

"Together." Azriel smiles, almost a little sheepishly, and a hum vibrates from his throat. "You shouldn’t be scared of your own powers."

Eris’ chin drops to his chest, and he huffs coldly. “"I’m scared these powers will one day turn me into him, that I one day will be the same monstrous and cruel beast my father has turned into."

"You won’t!" Azriel’s voice is sure and stern, loud. “I know this.”

But Eris shakes his head. “You don’t, Azriel. He doomed my soul. There is a darkness within me I can’t always fight. I have bad thoughts and sometimes act on them. So what if this darkness will one day win. What if I—"

Azriel claims his mate’s mouth in a deep kiss that quickly turns from passionate to ravishing. It becomes a dance of tongues, a symphony of gasps and soft groans, when their lips meld. "I won’t let this happen," Azriel assures him, nipping at the corner of Eris‘ mouth. Slowly he lowers himself to bed, stretching out his wings, the ends draped over the edge of the bed. He brings Eris with him, making sure the heir carefully lies down on the not so sensitive parts of his wings.Eris nuzzles into him.

"I won‘t let it get this far. Even if we don’t accept this bond, I will make sure of it. I will always be there to remind you that deep within your chest you are good – that you have a good heart, Eris Vanserra."

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“It‘s still dark.” Eris kisses the spot right below Azriel’s ear and feels how the shadowsinger shudders in reaction. “We still have time.” His mouth opens a little wider, and he nips at his skin. His lips slide to Azriel’s throat, and the shadowsinger‘s pulse leaps when Eris finds the spot right above the collar of his Illyrian leathers.

Eris pulls back with a smirk, slumping back against the pillow.

Azriel drops his boot, shifting back into the bed, lying down next to Eris once again, his lips curling when he takes in Eris’ drowsy expression. He wants to wake up to the sight of it every damn day of his life, then kiss the life out of the heir, and stay tangled between the sheets until breakfast is ready, fucking or slow lovemaking – everything.

“What are you thinking about?” Eris hums, his hooded gaze dropping to Azriel’s lips.

“All the wicked ways in which I want you to claim me.” Azriel grins at him and Eris knows he has never seen a more beautiful sight. His lips part, but no words leave him. He truly is too stunned about Azriel’s honesty, and what he said. And his beauty.

“Share them with me!” Eris places his hand against the side of Azriel’s throat, feeling his pulse quicken beneath his warm skin. He gently brushes his thumb over the stubble on Azriel’s jaw. “Tell me.”

Azriel snickers, and lowers his gaze. “What can I say…I have never sucked a High Lord’s cock before.” He meets Eris’ gaze again with a smirk on his lips.

The future High Lord grins, his eyes lighting up. “What a coincidence – I’ve never had a shadowsinger suck my cock before.”

Both of them have to laugh at that, their souls feeling so much lighter all of a sudden, their smiles radiant despite what is happening outside the confines of this hut.

“I have also never touched wings before,” Eris drawls. “Are the rumours true that they are very sensitive?”

Azriel’s dick hardens at the mention of his wings and the possibility of having Eris play with them. He gives him no immediate answer, only chases the prince’s lips, kissing him deeply, his leg wrapping around Eris thigh. “You shall find out when we accept the bond.”

“Mhm, I cannot wait.”

In the moments that follow, they are smiling at each other, drawing soft circles onto the other’s skin, their eyes not once breaking contact. Sadly, a flicker of gloominess passes over Eris’ face a moment later, and although he tries to play it down, hide it, Azriel has noticed it.

“Tell me,” he whispers and Eris understands without having to ask what Azriel means.

“Despite this here feeling so damn good right now, it is so hard,” Eris mumbles, “to accept what I want…what I want from you.” His throat feels too dry.

Azriel lifts a scarred hand, resting his warm palm against Eris‘ equally warm face. “If you don’t want a bond, if all you want from this relation—from me is something physical, if all you want is sex, then I‘m alright with that.” His gaze is downcast to where his limbs are entangled with Eris‘, the prince’s hand resting on his thigh.

“Azriel,” Eris whispers, and pauses until Azriel’s gaze flicks to his. “That is the problem.” A small smile tips up the corner of his lips. “I want physical intimacy, and I definitely blame the bond for why I want you so damn much, but I want more than that. You are my mate, and this is something rare. We are lucky to be two chosen ones who are granted a bond.”

His hand strokes up on Azriel’s thigh until he rests it on his waist. “I want this bond with you, despite what lies between us, despite our past. I want to see if we eventually fall in love, if love has a chance to blossom within our hearts. I want to wake up with you in my arms, kiss you before we fall asleep, hold your hand, make love to you all throughout the night, but—”

Azriel’s eyes line with tears, his breath catching. “But?” He swallows around the lump that has formed in his throat, probably the size of a peach.

“But I want to give us time. I can’t—we can’t accept the bond immediately. We need time to talk, to figure things out, to fall in love slowly, but I want to give it a try, if it is what you want.”

His lips coast over Azriel’s forehead, leaving a slightly damp trail behind.

“I want this,” the spymaster whispers and his shadows visibly relax and then start to swirl, almost like they are dancing over Azriel and then also Eris.

A few more soft kisses and sensual touches are exchanged until Azriel has to return to Velaris. He has a lot to share with his family, and there is not enough time to do so, anyway.

“Before you leave, there is something I need to ask of you, Azriel.”

The shadowsinger fixes Truth-Teller, his eyes lingering on his hunting knife for a moment longer until he looks up. “Everything.”

There is gratitude on Eris’ face, but also fear. “My mother needs to be taken away from the Autumn Court. She isn’t able to leave alone, she is strong and powerful, but–”

“I’ll get her out! I will make sure she gets to Night safely.”

“Thank you.” Eris bows his head, his hand placed over his heart.

“Don’t thank me. Not for something like this. It’s the least I can do to help you.” Azriel closes the distance between them, cradling Eris face in his hands, kissing his forehead. “After all, she will one day be my mother-in-law.”

Both males have to smile, the bond becoming more and move alive between their souls.

“You are truly not half as bad as you make everyone believe, Eris.” Azriel rests his forehead against his mate’s who fists his Illyrian leathers, holding on tightly. Then he huffs loudly. “I remember when Morrigan told me the same.”

Azriel’s brows lift, but before he can ask what Eris means, the Autumn Court male decides to share the whole story, the whole truth about him and Morrigan, with Azriel, putting all the cards on the table. It has been so long, it is finally time to share it with someone.

Azriel is surprised to say the least when Eris is done and also a bit disappointed that it is Eris whom he finds out everything from and not from Mor. (Eris didn’t share the details about Mor’s sexuality, he has no idea if she has already shared this part of her and knows it is not his place to out her.)

There is so much more to talk about, so many stories to share, but time isn’t on their side.

“Leave now, or your High Lord will start asking questions,” Eris urges.

“I have to tell them, anyway.” Azriel caresses Eris’ cheek. “I want to tell them. Maybe not everything immediately, but I need to tell them eventually.” Eris nods in understanding. “Don’t pressure yourself.”

Holding each other tight and close, they stay like this for a few minutes longer until it is really time for Azriel to leave. He can’t waste anymore time. The inner circle needs to be let in on everything Eris has told Azriel about ending Beron’s life and reign. And the rescue of the Lady of the Autumn Court and her shelter in the Night Court. Rhysand has to know so he can start preparing everything – for the turmoil that may erupt within Prythian and Imala’s stay in their court.

As they step outside, the dogs are still alert, keeping watch just like in the hours before. Azriel had already told Eris about them, how they had helped him find Eris, how they sat down to keep watch. The prince feels incredibly thankful and proud when he sees his loyal dogs and can’t help but smile.

Cerberus, the biggest dog, tilts his head and lets out a quiet bark, but he doesn't move from his spot. Eris nods back at him, "Thank you."

Then he tentatively reaches for Azriel’s hand. “Thank you. For everything, Azriel.” He smiles at the shadowsinger, and it feels so right and so good. Azriel returns the expression, curling his fingers around Eris’ hand. “I’ll see you soon.”

Eris bows his head. “I’ll see you.”

Azriel moves away from him, walking down the two wooden steps until his feet touch the mossy forest ground. He sighs and stops, his hand sliding over Truth-Teller.

Eris waits, wanting to watch how Azriel spreads his wings and takes off, or disappears into his swirling shadows. But neither happens.

Slowly, Azriel turns back to Eris, locking his gaze with the Autumn Court heir. Almost like in slow motion, he unsheathes Truth-Teller, holding it in front of his body. “There’s one more thing, Eris.”

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I've seem nothing on Gladiator and I NEED CONTENT PLZ!! I'd love seeing him go to Earth with his preaching "humans are crazy, useless, etc" and then just falls head over heels for a Mutant. Like he acts stoic and all but he's just smitten and what that would look like

SFW! Gladiator/Fem! reader! I want you to know that this ask has had me in a CHOKEHOLD!!! Parings where couples are opposites like this have my heart. I know I usually try to make my fics and headcannons Gender neutral, But i was listening to the waitress soundtrack when an idea for this hit me and I couldn't help myself. This might actually be a contender for my Favorite fic of the week! -Ps- for anyone wondering about my finals, I've done good so far? I don't wanna jinx it tho. eesh. TWS: Kallark be kinda judgy at first. Mutant discrimination, Building fire. Violence, head injury.

Kallark does not like earth. He can't say that he had ever enjoyed his brief visits there, but if the empress commanded his presence on the planet, who was he to refuse?

He respects Professor Xavier, although he doesn't necessarily agree with him. The X-men, although his allies, he does not care for very much. He thought them a little foolish, and was not interested in many of the things they invited him to experience.

As fate would have it, the one thing he had eventually agreed on was going to a Terran diner. He thought it was a little greasy in some spots, and didn't understand why anyone would want to be able to order breakfast food 24/7, but he assumed that there had to be a reason the team enjoyed going here so much.

Turns out, it wasn't just any Diner. This was one of the very few places that catered to mutants, although it wasn't advertised as such. Rouge had excitedly told him that he would "Just love" the waitress that would be serving them, a mutant in her own right.

He obviously hadn't believed forming deep emotions as such was possible in a short time span, but then again, he hadn't met you yet, had he?

Kallark was absolutely taken by you the moment you met. It didn't make any sense to him. How was he so infuriatingly, naively taken by simple Terran? A mutant nonetheless? He had met a handful of Terrans, all of which had been either crazy and idealistic, or scumbags and bastards. But you? He just didn't understand it. He thought for sure that you had to have some sort of power over him. Some bewitchment or spell that certainly had to be related to your genuine smile, or lighthearted laugh.

He was in trouble, and he had to find out why.

"Back again I see!" You chirp, smiling brightly at Kallark as you lead him to a booth, the only seat where he really fit due to his stature and build. He nods in a greeting, following you to his seat quietly. He visited the diner often after that initial time here with the X-men, always seeming like he had a lot on his mind every time.

To be honest, you enjoyed seeing him. He had become a regular of yours, and commonly came into the diner during the graveyard shift. He always sat in your section, being polite and patient with every order. You were sure he'd be tired of the greasy food by now, having tried just about every item on the menu, but here he was. Part of you wants to believe he comes in to see you specifically, blushing at the thought. Of course, you were just about always here, preferring to take late-night shifts as that was usually the time Mutants would come and visit. You made the diner a safe space for a lot of people, and that was a fact you took pride in.

Kallark is quiet every time he comes in, simply telling you what he would like to eat, and thanking you when prompted to do so. Sometimes he would speak more, asking questions here and there, but conversation was usually barren, consisting mostly of a comfortable silence between the two of you. Today was similar. It wasn't until you gave him the check that he asked you a question you didn't quite expect.

"What do your mutant powers consist of, exactly?" He asks. It's a simple question, but you cant help but blush at the sound of his voice- finding it unfortunately attractive. You try to shake it off, smiling at him politely.

"What, is this an interrogation? Hope you're not here to arrest me, Officer." You joke. He doesn't laugh, and you cringe at yourself a little bit. "...Maybe it's best if I show you." You settle on instead, walking over to the glass desert cabinets. Kallark watches you closely as you carefully cut out a slice of a creamy lemon pie, and plate it. He cocks an eyebrow at you as you bring it to the table, and hand him a fork. He does not understand where you are going with this exactly, but he takes a bite anyway.

A feeling of elation takes hold of him, happiness to an extent he's not sure he's ever felt before. You watch as his face shifts, giggling at his pure confusion.

"It's not drugged, I promise. My powers aren't exactly the most useful in a fight, but I can say that they pack a tasty punch." You wink. "It's all about the energy I put into something while I bake. If I want breakfast muffins to make people more energetic, it does. If I want a slice of lemon pie to make people happy, well," You motion at the pie, smiling brightly.

"So you do this with the other food as well?" Kallark asks. You shake your head.

"Ha! No. I'm not very good at cooking. everything else on the menu is made by Terry, our nightshift cook." You nod towards the kitchen, where Kallark can see a green-skinned mutant mutant pass by the open door briefly. He furrows his brow. He really though he had it for a minute, thinking that he had fully figured out where these emotions for you had come from, and yet he had still fallen short.

"You know, you've never had one of my deserts before, have you?" You think out loud, humming. Kallark has the same conclusion. He did agree that the pie was certainly very good, but it did little to explain the fast-paced beating of his heart. He finishes the pie before he leaves for the night, and to your surprise, he waves you goodbye when he does so. He's never done that before, and you find yourself blushing again.

"Are you blind?" You startle at the voice, turning around to see Terry leaning against the serving window. You put your hands on your hips, shaking off the surprise.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You scoff. He lets out a laugh, and walks back into the kitchen. You lean after him. "Seriously Terry, what do you mean by that?!"

The longer Kallark stayed on this planet, the more he started to feel like a lovestruck fool.

He was coming to see you just about every night at the diner, picking up conversation with you more often than naught. He wasn't used to Terran courting customs, and he certainly wasn't used to the way you captivated his mind so often. That wasn't to say he wasn't trying, he just didn't really know how to show you this strange affection of his.

That was until he returned to the diner one day to find it trashed, glass windows shattered, kitchen actively burning. And worst of all, you, injured and in need for a rescue.

The night had started off so well that you feel like a fool for not knowing the other shoe was going to drop.

The diner had been a safe zone for so many for so long, it was only a matter of time before someone caught on to the many mutants who called it haven. A group of rather conservative folks had come in around midnight, Not giving anyone a minute of warning as they shattered the windows and stormed into the back to find Terry, presumably. You had dove for the emergency button, but was tackled and forced to the ground before you could. The few mutants that had been eating had scrambled, fighting tooth and nail to escape. You hoped that a few did, but your head had been slammed into the ground so hard you couldn't see straight. You're having a hard time thinking over the pain you are in, the screams from the customers, the smell of smoke that had started to travel through the air. You feel a few tears slip down your cheeks as the diner lay in ruins.

The weight on top of you lifts abruptly as a great gust of wind sends the man above you flying into the counter violently. You feel like you can't lift your head to see what's going on, but there's a commotion of yelling and the sounds of bodies being slammed and incapacitated. When you manage to open your eyes, you flinch as another one of the men goes flying past you, smacking sqaurely into the wall and falling limp to the ground.

A pair of familiar boots step into your view, and you find yourself being helped up by Kallark. You have to hold onto him to steady yourself, head aching with every movement as he helps you stand. It only takes a glance around you to see that he had rescued you right on time- the diner, not so much. You sway a little, and Kallark is quick to catch you.

"You're certainly the gentleman, aren't you?" You laugh. Kallark furrows his eyebrows as one of his hands gently probes the back of your neck and skull. You wince at the feeling, and he draws his hand away.

"You have a concussion. We should get you some medical assistance." Kallark says. If you weren't mistaken, You'd say that he almost looks concerned. You shake your head at him regardless.

"Hospitals don't take care of mutants around here." You say, frowning. "Most of the time I just suck it up- but I don't think that that's the best idea right now."

"You'd be correct." Kallark hums. "I'll get you to Xaiver, but it would be wise for you to try and stay awake in the meantime." You smile at him, leaning up to give him a kiss on the cheek as he picks you up into a bridal hold. He looks at you, wide-eyed for a moment, before he's off. He sincerely hopes that it's not possible for your kind to hear just how fast his heart is beating inside his chest.

"Thanks, Handsome. I owe you one."

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alternative-ffa · 3 days

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In the real world, it's incredibly rare for me to lay eyes on a man fat enough to fulfill my interests. And it's even more rare to meet one and have the honor of spending time with and near him.

Edgar was a friend of a friend. He always showed up at the parties I attended, and I found myself looking forward to his arrival with a level of desire I knew I shouldn't have.

I had arrived early at my friend's house, not on purpose, but due to the lack of traffic that I had anticipated. I sat on the couch as my friend ran to her room to get dressed. I watched the screensaver on the TV - the view of the world from space. How small we were, I thought, as I watched the storms over the continents. The screen door opened at the rear of the house and I heard the familiar huffing and puffing of a man so fat that a regular length staircase winded him.

I wanted to get up immediately to greet him. It was one of two chances to hug him and feel his huge belly pushing against me without any suspicion of ulterior motives. But I waited. He was still winded from the staircase and stayed by the door as he caught his breath. I smiled and waved from the couch, as if he was just any guest who arrived. (He wasn't just any guest to me, he was the highlight of my night). He waved back then went to the kitchen to put his beer in the fridge.

He waddled into the living room, still slightly winded, and I must have been blushing. My foundation covered the redness of my cheeks, to my relief. I stood up and said with my familiar kindness, "Let me give you a real greeting." Referencing my distant wave when he had originally entered the house. He smiled at me and put his arms out as I held him in a quick platonic embrace. I could have stayed in his arms forever - my hands on his thick back, unable to meet due to his girth; his belly pushing up against me. He wore the same thing he always did. No one questioned it, but I knew it was because of the difficulty of finding comfortable clothes in his size. The hug lasted less than 2 seconds, but I soaked up every sensation, knowing I only had the two opportunities to hug him: when he arrived and when I left.

I sat back on the couch, but moved over to the corner, trying to leave enough room for him to sit. It wasn't much room, which caused me to over analyze. If I left too much room, would he think I didn't want to be near him? If I left too little room, would he think I wasn't aware of the space he needed to sit comfortably? I tried to meet somewhere in the middle. He grunted with effort as he sat next to me. His belly touched my arm by accident as he sat and he said jovially, "sorry, I'll have to be a little too close for comfort."

I chuckled kindly and said, "no problem."

I wanted to say, "get as close as possible. Hell, rest the beautiful fat of your belly on my leg." But I knew that wouldn't be received well. Or, at least, I felt that it wouldn't be received well. It's a fine line to walk as an FFA in a world where fat was a bad thing.

At this point, I had known him for about a year. I only saw him at these parties, but neither of us ever missed one, so it was about 6 nights a year that I saw him. With each party he got more social and more comfortable with me. But I tried not to read into it.

I know that my big mouth probably got back to him. After a few drinks, I'd whisper to friends about how gorgeous he was, and how much I enjoyed his size. My silly, but accurate expression of my sexual desire: "oh the things I'd do to him!" Never when he was in earshot. But I subconsciously knew that my attraction had been expressed to him at some point.

This particular night, he spent most of his time on the couch playing video games with others. I never wanted to leave his side, but I also didn't want to be too obvious, so I socialized with the other guests.

To my enjoyment, every time I returned to the couch, there was always a space for me next to him. I don't believe it was on purpose, but rather, because others didn't want to get too close. So the space next to him always remained unoccupied. I would side-walk by the others on the couch, stepping over feet and squeezing by the center coffee table until I reached the free seat next to Edgar. I'd plop myself down - probably with a little more plop than usual, hoping his belly would jiggle as I landed next to him. But I'd only see it in my periphery. If only my attraction was more mainstream; I'd be able to look at him with more obvious desire.

The night always passed too quickly. He usually stayed the night, and I always thought of that small possibility of drinking just a little too much... being able to stay and falling asleep against him, my arm around his belly, my hand cupping the fat that fell down to his knees. I would do that completely sober, but thought that it would be less awkward if I had the excuse of drunkenness to fall back on. But it could never happen.

Midnight came and went, and I knew it was time to leave. I sighed to myself: just another night with him and another opportunity missed. I hugged all the remaining guests goodbye, and kept him for last. My heels clicked on the hardwood floor towards him. He smiled from the couch and extended his fat arms as I leaned down to hug him. I wanted to bury my face in his neck (or at least the fat that hid his neck), take a deep breath of his smell, kiss him, grab his rolls and tell him how beautiful he was. But, that was not possible. The goodbye hug lasted less than a few seconds. I had to hide my disappointment as I moved away from him.

The party was over - and another opportunity of doting on him and his beauty passed me by.

Now to wait until the next party...

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doumadono · 23 hours

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EMERGENCY REQUEST

Hello, can i please put in an emergency request for either hawks or shoto (or even both, if it’s not too much trouble for you, it’s completely ok if it’s just one of them) comforting a fem reader through a breakup? I just got broken up with in the middle of exam season and it’s really taking a toll on me. The stress of it all is starting to make me question my self worth, and I don’t feel like I can even be mad at my ex, since he broke up in order to take care of his own mental health, citing that he didn’t feel like he was in a good place for a relationship right now. All of that plus the general melancholy and I can practically feel myself sliding back into bad habits and mental health issues when I thought I was making some progress. Sorry if this isn’t emergency request material. Thank you!

Hawks & Shoto with a friend after breakup

A/N: I'm truly sorry to hear that you're going through such a tough time, especially during exam season. It's completely understandable to feel overwhelmed and question your self-worth in the midst of all this. Taking care of your own mental health is crucial, and it's okay to prioritize yourself during this challenging period. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you. You're stronger than you think, and you'll get through this ♥

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You find yourself feeling lost and vulnerable after the breakup, struggling to cope with the sudden change in your life.

Hawks arrives at your doorstep after his shift, carrying the book you asked to borrow. Upon opening the door to greet him, he notices the somber look on your face, and the way your shoulders slump with exhaustion. "Hey there," Hawks greets you softly, his eyes filled with concern as he takes in your appearance. "I brought the book you wanted. Mind if I come in?"

You invite him inside, and Hawks settles down beside you on the couch, his wings folding neatly against his back. "You don't seem like yourself," he observes, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. "Is everything okay, dove?"

Tears well up in your eyes as you recount the breakup, the weight of it all crashing down on you. "My boyfriend… He broke up with me… I just don't understand why this had to happen now, of all times," you admit, your voice trembling with emotion. "I felt everything was going well!"

Hawks wraps an arm around you, pulling you close as he offers a comforting embrace. "Oh, you poor, little birdie! I know it hurts right now," he claims, his voice a soothing presence in the midst of your turmoil. "But sometimes, you have to release those who don't value your feelings. It doesn't mean you're any less deserving of love or happiness."

Hawks, with his bird-like nature, wraps his wings around you, drawing you close as he massages your shoulders and shares stories about his day of hero work to distract you.

Yet whenever your mind wanders to negative thoughts about the painful event and tears start to fill your eyes, he quickly changes the subject. "Come on, dove, you're too beautiful to have tears on your face. Hush now, birdie. It hurts, but I promise it will get better."

Knowing your apartment almost as well as his own, Keigo heads to the kitchen to whip up something tasty for you, using ingredients from your fridge. Spotting some chicken, he opts to make rice with fried chicken and veggies, convinced that nothing lifts the spirits quite like a tasty piece of chicken.

After the meal, as your emotions begin to waver, you yawn, feeling sleepy.

Hawks lets you rest your head against his shoulder.

As you drift off to sleep in the arms of your friend, you find solace in the warmth of his presence, knowing that even in your darkest moments, you are never truly alone.

The breakup hits you like a tidal wave, leaving you feeling adrift in a sea of uncertainty and despair.

During a patrol together, Shoto notices the tension in your body and the way your movements seem strained. He senses the heaviness in your heart, even though you try to hide it behind a forced smile. "Is everything alright?" Shoto asks quietly, his gaze gentle yet penetrating as he studies your expression. "You seem… off."

You hesitate at first, unsure whether to confide in him, but the concern in Shoto's eyes is enough to break down your walls. "I just went through a breakup," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Instantly, Shoto's hand finds yours, his touch warm and reassuring as he squeezes it gently. "I'm sorry to hear that," he murmurs, his voice filled with empathy. "Breakups are never easy, I guess. I'm truly sorry to hear you're facing such difficulties," Shoto expresses, his eyes conveying empathy. "While I may not fully grasp the weight of the stress and sadness accompanying a breakup, having never experienced a relationship myself, I want you to remember that after every storm, there's a rainbow," he states, his gaze drifting to some distant point on the horizon.

You nod, unable to find the words to express the depth of your pain.

"It's okay to feel sad," he assures you, his hand reaching out to gently brush away your tears. "But don't let this breakup define you. You're stronger than you realize."

"I just don't know what to do," you admit, your voice trembling with emotion.

Shoto wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close in a protective embrace. "You don't have to have all the answers right now," he claims. "I'll be here for you every step of the way, don't forget that," Todoroki reminds and gently ruffles your hair.

As the patrol continues, Shoto doesn't push you to talk about it further, knowing that sometimes, the comfort of a familiar presence is all you need.

As time passes, you notice the tension starting to ease away.

With Shoto by your side, you begin to feel a sense of peace settle over you, knowing that even in your darkest moments, you're not alone.

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fisheshavegill · 5 hours

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Gossamer Glades | SJY

jakexfem!reader

!! warnings: slight corny shit going on :) just fluff i guess...

wc: 922 [ authors note: just wrapped up with the final part of the Sunghoon fanfic i made, now I'm back to crafting these short pieces. ]

under the cut

It was a delightful summer morning, ah yes, after stressful weeks of studying, staying up all night, and relentless pursuit of grades you’ve invested your soul into.

The path always comes with “endless” opportunities, like what the lady librarian told you last week. But she also warned that amidst those “opportunities”, there will be dead ends lurking.

That indented your whole brain for days now, hasn’t it? talk about your college applications? Specifically with Harvard, Stanford, Yale—the epitome of Ivy League aspirations— and also other colleges occupying your thoughts. What if every prestigious. No. What if every institution you’ve set your sights on ever since you were a child ends up diminishing you?

“Relax, we haven’t even seen the results yet” Jake reassures, his fingers gently weaving through your hair. “You’re freaking out of nothing” he adds.

You roll your eyes unimpressed with how he tried to soothe your worries with his comforting touch. “Easy for you to say because you were born a natural” you quip, a hint of playful sarcasm lacing your words.

“Hey, I myself have been spanked several times for not acing several yet simple Kumon drills back then” Jake admits as you rose from his lap.

Today, it was just the both of you, having a picnic by the lake, located between the town and its outskirts. It was some random “getaway” you both planned in the middle of the night during a Facetime call.

"Besides spending countless nights overthinking continuous rejection from colleges, even the ones with gates that probably have gold trimmings," you quip with an exaggerated sigh, “what other misfortunes are waiting me in this life” you say shooting a glance at Jake, whose brain is likely hosting a whole symphony, planning the best response to your endless rants.

He casts you a glance before swiftly grabbing your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. “Relax, Babe” his voice soothes “Life's journey has a way of unfolding just as it should.” He gives a soft peck on your lips before rummaging through the picnic basket.

Although his sweet gesture preludes, this even made you overthink more with the growing silence in the atmosphere.

“Well..”

“Yesterday I received a letter from Duke University” you trailed off, but it made him prompt a glance at you, eyebrows raised in curiosity waiting for you to continue.

“I got denied” you sighed, the weight of disappointment hanging heavy in the air. Jake’s face looked a bit sad if not a touch more pronounced.

“Did you hear back from them too?” you raise your eyebrows at his silent demeanor.

“I did” he said as he grabs a lunchbox out of the basket.

“Well, what did yours say?” your press, noticing the hesitation in his gaze as it lingers on you.

“You got in, didn’t you?” your murmur as your face dropped.

“No… I also got denied” he says as he open the lid of a lunchbox. You nod knowing full well he’s not being truthful.

“He got accepted, but he’s sparing my feelings by keeping it to himself?” you thought

You sighed, the thought still not fading away as you rest your head on your knees.

“Hey it’s going to be alright okay?” he comforts you, patting your back.

He gently tucks strands of your hair behind your ear to better see your face. "And hey, who needs Duke University anyway?" he adds with a playful grin. "There are plenty of other colleges out there just waiting for us to conquer them together."

“I’m already paranoid” you trailed off, eye rolling while looking at him.

Jake’s eyebrows both raised as if you were quipping a mix of fear and humor.

“Hm?” he mutters as if he did something wrong.

Your voice tinged with vulnerability as you meet his gaze with a pout "that you might trade me in for another Asian girl that impeccably dresses good, who probably solves quantum physics problems for fun and has a family straight out of a”

He cuts you out as he slips a strawberry in your mouth, enough to shut you up.

“Well” he teases as he looks at you with a mischievous smile observing your stunned reaction "does that silence taste as good as it looks?"

“Its sweet, isn’t it?” he slightly tilts his head as you munch on the fruit. He leans in, eyes twinkling “It’s as sweet as my love for you” he whispers, his breath causing goosebumps

“You’re corny” you say eye rolling at him which earned you his laugh as you glared at him.

“Well, because you think that I am going to chase after another Asian girl who’s much “better than you?” he pinches your cheeks “Why would I? when you’re already the best” he says as a smile appeared at the corner of his lips. “I hope you know just how much I adore you," Jake adds earnestly.

He gently lifts your chin with a finger, you tilt your face to meet his gaze as he leans closer to you feeling the press of his soft lips against yours in a delicate kiss.

Just right after that he chuckles pinching your cheek once more. “Why don’t we eat the delicious food that I nearly burnt my hand just for you, hm?” he suggests with a playful grin.

“And just to sweeten the deal, it's made with all your favorite ingredients," he adds, winking as if he's just revealed a top-secret recipe

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Sheltered by Love - Evan Buckley x Male Reader

Summary: You still have nightmares months after Buck died and came back from the lighting strike

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: none really

Y/N's POV

As the storm rumbled outside, the firehouse seemed to vibrate with each distant boom of thunder. In the dimly lit bunkroom, the rhythmic breathing of sleeping firefighters fills the air, the B shift getting as much rest as they can before they’re needed. I’m only among them as Bobby, Captain of the 118, sent me to try and get some sleep before the next call so I had settled into a restless nap, exhaustion finally catching up with me after a long shift.

But as the storm intensified, my dreams twist into something far more sinister. I found yourself standing in the midst of chaos, surrounded by flashing lights and deafening sirens. And there, at the centre of it all, was Buck—his vibrant smile replaced by a look of shock as a bolt of lightning strikes him down again.

The jolt of waking up is abrupt as the lighting strikes Buck, my heart hammering in my chest, adrenaline coursing through my veins as the memory of the vision lingers, haunting me. With trembling hands, I push myself upright in the cot, sweat-soaked sheets clinging to my skin. Ignoring the fatigue that weighs heavy on my limbs, I’m stumbling out the bunkroom, feet fumbling against the cool floor in my boots. The storm outside mirrors the turmoil within me, each clap of thunder echoing the panic rising in my chest.

The firehouse feels like a labyrinth as I stumble through its corridors, my heart pounding in my chest with each step. The storm outside seems to intensify, matching the turmoil within me, as if nature itself is reflecting my inner chaos. Hen finds me first, her presence a grounding force in the midst of my panic.

She presses a gentle hand to my forehead, concern etched in her features as she tries to coax me back to bed. But I can't relent, not when the memory of Buck's vulnerable form still lingers in my mind, haunting me with its stark reality. I struggle against her, my voice trembling as I insist that I need to find Buck.

Embarrassing tears sting my eyes as I plead with her, my desperation laid bare for all to see. Hen's expression softens, understanding dawning in her eyes as she realises the depth of my fear. With a comforting touch, she leads me up the stairs to the kitchen area where Buck and Eddie are seated in the two armchairs, deep in conversation.

Relief floods through me at the sight of Buck, his presence a balm to my frayed nerves. But as I approach, my steps falter, uncertainty gnawing at my resolve. Will he understand the depth of my fear, the way his near miss has shaken me to the core?

Hen's reassuring hand on my shoulder is all the encouragement I need. With a shaky breath, I step forward, my eyes meeting Buck's with a mixture of relief and vulnerability.

“B-Buck," I manage, my voice barely above a whisper. He looks up from his conversation with Eddie, concern furrowing his brow as he takes in my disheveled appearance.

"Hey, what's going on?" he asks, his voice gentle but filled with genuine concern.

As I stand before Buck, my heart racing with a mixture of fear and longing, he reaches out with a gentle yet firm hand, pulling me down onto his lap. The suddenness of the movement catches me off guard, but before I can protest or even react, I find myself cradled against his chest, his warmth enveloping me like a protective cocoon.

His concerned gaze meets mine, brows furrowed in genuine worry as he takes in my disheveled appearance. "Hey, what's going on?" His voice is soft, filled with a tenderness that sends a shiver down my spine as he asks again.

I struggle to find my voice, to articulate the jumble of emotions swirling within me. But as I gaze into his eyes, the words seem to evaporate, leaving only a raw vulnerability in their wake. Without waiting for a response, Buck wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer as if sensing the depths of my turmoil. I sink against him, my body moulded to his like pieces of a puzzle fitting seamlessly together.

The warmth of his embrace seeps into my bones, banishing the chill of uncertainty that had gripped me moments before. My palm instinctively presses against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips. In that intimate moment, there's no room for pretence or hesitation. It's just Buck and me, united in our shared vulnerability, our unspoken desires simmering beneath the surface.

And as he rubs soothing circles on my back, I can't help but wonder if he feels the same magnetic pull that I do, the unspoken connection that binds us together in moments of crisis.

"The lightning," I choke out, the words tumbling from my lips in a rush, my voice barely above a whisper. Buck's surprised sound sends a jolt of embarrassment through me, amplified by Eddie's studious gaze. I bury my face in the crook of Buck's neck, wishing I could disappear into the safety of his embrace.But instead of recoiling, Buck covers the hand pressed against his chest with his own, pressing it firmer against his heartbeat. The gesture is both comforting and intimate, sending a shiver down my spine as I feel the warmth of his touch seep into my skin.

Eddie clears his throat, breaking the tense silence that hangs between us. "I, uh, think I left something in the truck," he says hastily, his eyes flickering between Buck and me. "Hen, want to give me a hand?”

Hen nods, shooting me a sympathetic glance before following Eddie out of the room. Alone at last, Buck turns his attention back to me, his expression soft with concern and something more.

With gentle hands, he manoeuvres me until I'm straddling his waist, his warmth seeping into every fibre of my being. His touch is electric, sending sparks dancing across my skin as his thumb soothes over my cheek.

Every instinct in me screams to hide, to retreat into the safety of my own thoughts and emotions. But as I feel Buck's steady gaze on me, a flicker of determination ignites within me. I force myself to meet his eyes, willing him to see the depth of my feelings, the longing that simmers beneath the surface.

And as if sensing my silent plea, Buck moves his fingers to hook under my chin, drawing me closer until our lips are just inches apart. The anticipation crackles in the air between us, palpable and electric, as he leans in to capture my lips in a soft, tentative kiss.

In that moment, everything falls into place. The warmth of his embrace, the tender caress of his lips against mine—it all feels so right, so achingly familiar. And as we melt into each other, the outside world fades into insignificance, leaving only the two of us, bound together by an unspoken promise of love and understanding.

As we pull away from the kiss, our hearts beating as one, Buck's arms wrap around me in a tight, protective embrace. The warmth of his body against mine sends a shiver of contentment down my spine, and I find myself melting into his embrace, lost in the comfort of his touch.

"I'm here," he murmurs against my ear, his breath warm and soothing against my skin. "I'll always be here for you.” His words are like a lifeline in the storm, grounding me in the present moment and banishing the ghosts of doubt that still linger in the corners of my mind. With him, I feel safe, cherished, and wholly loved.

As the thunder continues to rumble outside, a symphony of nature's fury, Buck's presence is the calm at the centre of the storm. He holds me close, rocking me gently in his arms, the rhythm of his movements a lullaby that soothes me back into the gentle embrace of sleep. With each sway, each comforting murmur, I feel myself drifting further and further into a blissful oblivion, the worries of the world fading away until there is nothing left but the two of us, bound together by an unspoken promise of love and understanding.

And as I finally succumb to the embrace of sleep, cradled in Buck's arms, I know that no matter what challenges may lie ahead, we'll face them together, hand in hand, hearts entwined in a love that knows no bounds.

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