#and spare me your weary sigh for once

[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

Vacation: Part one

PART TWO PART THREE

Pairing :: OPLA!Sanji x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Oral(f recieving), Semi-Public sex(they did it in an alley), Light teasing

Word Count ::  3,373

Summary :: After being forced on a vacation at the Baratie, you catch the eye of a certain blond cook who loves to tease you.

A/N :: I was trying to find the right mix between pervert simp anime Sanji and suave charming live-action Sanji. There will for sure be a part two.

Go watch the One Piece live-action.

“I see a place we can stop to make repairs, Captain Tommy,” You said, eye still focused on the small floating mass in the distance.

You worked on a merchant ship for a wealthy businessman named Greylock. You were his top secret contract negotiator. The reason you were a “secret” was because he never introduced you as a negotiator. You would always find your way to sneak into his potential clients’ and contract partners’ inner circle to figure out what type of people they were and what they wanted. With this personal knowledge, you would then come up with the best plan of action to secure a beneficial deal for the business. It was easy for you thanks to your typically quiet demeanor. You knew when to stay silent and read the room.

Captain Tommy, Greylock’s business partner, set a course for the wooden structure floating. “Let’s hope the owner’s kind enough to let us port for a while.”

“How long do you think it’ll take to repair the damages?”

“The storm banged us up pretty good, not to mention all the scrapes we’ve gotten from pirates.” He glanced around the ship. “I’d say at least three to four weeks.”

You cursed quietly under your breath. “Greylock isn’t going to be happy about that.”

Captain Tommy shrugged. “There’s nothing we can do. The ship’s falling apart. We won’t be able to make it to a port town before the ship sinks.”

You knew Greylock would be upset once you told him, so you took precocious measures to alleviate the anger.

You stood with him on the deck, watching as you approached your soon-to-be temporary home. "You know sir, you've been mentioning wanting to take a vacation for a while."

He sighed, shrugging. "That's because I'm getting older and tired of working. I became a merchant to see the world, not to work endlessly."

"Well then, how about you finally take that vacation now while we repair the ship?"

He turned his head to give you a weary look. "Take a  vacation while the ship is repaired?"

You nodded with a smile. "Captain Tommy told me it would take at least three weeks to repair the ship. Instead of worrying about work, you should relax during that time."

"(Y/N)-"

"And you can give the crew a chance to rest. Were y'all dreary from that dreadful storm, not to mention the attacks we had to endure before?" You patted his shoulder. "You know what they say, a happy crew is a dutiful crew. And a tired crew typically ends up killing someone."

Grey lock laughed at your made-up saying, but you were able to persuade him. "You're right. We've been working too hard recently without a break." He looked out once more, finally in the distance to see the name of the place you'll all be staying for the next month. "Lads!" He shouted loud enough to grab everyone's attention. "I want you lot to enjoy yourselves at the Baratie. Think of our unscheduled stop as a surprise resort! Haha!"

Immediately the crew lit up. While everyone cheered and began to talk about what they'd do with their spare time, aside from repairs, you looked up at Captain Tommy. He had a small smirk, giving you a wink. He knew if anyone could get Greylock to give the entire crew a break, it'd be you.

-

You walked into Baratie behind Greylock and Captain Tommy. It was typically for the three of you to grab a bite together whenever you arrived at a new town so that you could discuss your work objectives. Today, however, it was simply a meal between friends.

A fish man greeted you at the entrance, accepting a small fee before allowing you to take your seats.

You looked over the menu, wondering what to try first. You'd be around for a while and we're sure you'd get to try a few items on the menu before departing. Greylock and Captain Tommy chatted with one another, used to your silence. They knew that you spoke when you felt you needed to.

The swing doors to the kitchen flew open. You glanced up from the menu, seeing a blond man to have caused the small ruckus. He looked upset, brows furrowed and tight lips turned down.

'I wonder what got him so riled up,' You thought.

You kept your eyes on him, noticing he was making his way to your table with a tray of bread rolls in hand. When he was about halfway, he noticed you sitting right of Greylock and his mood instantly seemed to pick up. After his eyes locked with yours, his gaze lit up and a dashing smile graced his lips.

Seeing his mood do a complete one-eighty after spotting you, you shot your eyes back down to your menu. 'Please don't be our waiter. Please don't be our waiter. Plea-'

"Hello gentlemen and fair lady, my name is Sanji. What would you like to drink to start you off? We have several rare Micqueot vintages in stock."

Almost throughout his entire introduction, you could feel his line of sight fixed on you. He didn’t mind that you didn’t look at him. It allowed him to sneak a glance at your chest without being noticed.

"Anything fancy would be a waste on me. I'll just have a simple whiskey to start with," Greylock said. Captain Tommy put up two fingers, requesting the same.

"And what will you be having, darling?"

"Hm… I'll have a sweet tea."

"A sweet drink for a sweet girl understood."

Your eyes shot towards him, a little shocked by his straightforward demeanor. He gave you a quick wink before walking away.

Now, it was time for the old men to act like school girls. 

Greylock started the teasing first. "Awe, our little (Y/N) has a young man who's interested in her," 

"And by the small blush on her cheeks, I'd say she's interested too."

"Wh-what blush?" You stuttered, only now feeling the heat center in your cheeks.

"The one that's covering your entire face." Captain Tommy laughed.

"Shut up. I was just caught off guard by his remark." You practically shoved your face into the menu, embarrassed to face the men before you any longer.

They continued laughing for a moment before talking about what to order.

After Sanji came back with your drinks, it was time for you three to place your orders. Again, your colleagues ordered before you. This time though, you spoke right when Captain Tommy finished his sentence.

"And I will have the seared ahi tuna."

"Do you want the chocolate sin cake after for dessert, love? It's so moist it'll melt in your mouth, I promise," He said in a sultry tone for no other apparent reason than to get a rise out of you.

And once more, you were left stunned and your face was heating up. You were certain he was only teasing you, but you were still upset giving him the presumed reaction he wanted.

"She would love the chocolate cake!" Greylock's hand patted your back hard, causing you to fall forward a bit on the table. "It's been a while since she's had a good pastry."

“Coming right up.”

He left with a swift turn on his heels and when he was out of sight you glared daggers at the two accompanying you.

“What do you think you’re doing, sir?”

“Trying to make sure you have a fun time here.” He took a swig of his whiskey before continuing. “Listen, you’re always working hard for us, and you rarely make any time for yourself.”

You sink in your seat a bit. He was right. On the rare occasion you did flirt with others, it was to secure a deal, and then, you were gone.

“Plus, the boy’s easy on the eyes. You’d be mad to not give him a chance.” He bursted out laughing.

Captain Tommy was a bit more comforting with his words. “You probably won’t interact with him much, so don’t mind him.”

Choosing to believe him, you relaxed for the remainder of the meal. ‘Captain Tommy’s right. As long as I don’t come here again, I probably won’t run into him.’

Too bad you had a crew that loved to go out because about two days later, you found yourself back at the Baratie. This time, Sanji wasn’t your waiter which you were more than thankful for. Captain Tommy and Greylock might’ve teased you a bit, but the men with you now would have embarrassed you so much you would never step foot out of your living quarters again.

Around mid-way into your meal, you excused yourself from the table to go use the restroom. While walking down the hallway, your attention was on the various paintings that decorated the wall.

Since you weren’t paying much attention to what was in front of you, you collided with a firm chest. You nearly stumbled back until a pair of arms wrapped around you, holding you in place.

“Ah-! I-I’m so sorry! I should have been paying attention to where I was… going…” You looked up at the person you had bumped into, locking eyes with a familiar blue-eyed blond.

He gave you a large grin, replying. “No need to apologize madam. I should be the one apologizing,” You tilted your head, “for disturbing a fine piece of art like you.”

You immediately turned away, hoping he wouldn’t catch your growing blush. “Can you please let me go?” You asked timidly.

You felt his hold tighten for a quick second before letting you go. Without another word, you rushed past him to the women's restroom.

Sanji watched you run away, a playful grin plastered on his face. “Oh, I’m going to have fun with this one,” He mumbled, already missing the feeling of your body pressed against his.

-

This would be how every interaction you had with the blonde cook and occasional waiter, played out. You would try to be formal with him, he'd make a flirty or suggestive comment, and then you'd start to blush or stutter.

Typically it was whenever you went to eat at Baratie, but there were a few occasions when he managed to catch you outside.

-

"I must be in heaven because I'm seeing an angel before me." You tensed up in your seat and froze upon hearing Sanji.

You were at the small outdoor bar next to the giant fish-headed restaurant. Around the end of the first week, you noticed that the place had a pretty good view of the sunset. Sure, you saw the sun set often, but you rarely actually watched it fall below the horizon line, disappearing until morning. It was a minor peaceful event you wanted to enjoy on your supposed vacation alone.

The sky had already darkened by this point. You were just around to finish the drink you had.

"Good evening, Sanji."

He sat next to you, pouting playfully. "Come on m, (Y/N). We've known each other for over two weeks now. There's no need for you to keep acting so stuffy all the time."

You crossed your arms. "I'm not stuffy."

"Yes, you are. Every time I see you it's always a quick sentence or two before nothing but silence. I'm starting to think you don't like me."

'I wish it was that simple.' In fact, you were having the opposite reaction. You were used to making contracts and business deals with people when you spoke to them. You weren't used to being openly flirted with for no reason. 

Like always, you avoided making eye contact with him. This time, you fixed your attention to the remaining ice cubes in your drink.

He leaned closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "Or maybe, it's because you're too shy to admit you like me," He whispered, hot breath hitting your ear and sending a tingle throughout your body.

You snapped your head around, face burning up when you saw how close he was. That damn coy smile plastered on his perfect lips.

He chuckled to himself, brushing a strand of your hair out of your face. "That's it, isn't it?"

"Why do you keep messing with me?" You bluntly asked. Frankly, you were getting tired of his game, even if you weren't entirely sure what this game was.

This was the first time you had caught him off guard. He leaned back a bit, tilting his head. "What makes you think I'm messing with you?"

"If you actually had an interest in me, you would've told me or showed me by now. You just keep saying sweet nothings to mess with me and I'm sick of it," Your voice was growing frustrated, finally voicing your opinion. "I'm trying to enjoy my vacation, not be bothered by some- Hey!"

He grabbed your hand, lifting you from your seat with a tug and pulling you away. You followed, partly because you were unable to pull away and partly because of curiosity as to where he was taking you. He led you to a small alley a bit away.

Before you could question his intentions, he leaned down to press a firm kiss onto your lips. His hands fell to your hips, holding onto you with a firm grasp and locking you against the wall behind you. Almost as if he were afraid you’d try to escape. His nerves were quickly set to rest when you began kissing him back, your hands holding his shoulders. His tongue licked your bottom lip and you gladly parted, allowing him to shove his tongue in your mouth.

After some time, he pulled away and began trailing kisses down your neck. As he did, you felt his hands wander to the button of your shorts.

Feeling him work to undo them you asked him, “What are you doing?”

He pulled away, a coy smile still on his face. “Showing you that I have an interest in you.”

He began to pull your shorts down and you felt your heart begin to race. You weren’t directly out in the open, but if someone going down the main walkway happened to turn their heads they’d spot the two of you.

“Sanji, wait- What if- Ngh!”

He started rubbing your clit through your growing wet panties, chuckling at the quick response he got. “‘What if’ what, darling?”

You glared at him, trying to voice your concerns, but again, he continued to distract you with pleasure.

He knelt down on one knee, grabbing your left thigh, and hooking it over his shoulder after completely removing your shorts. You watched with half-lidded eyes as he pushed and held your underwear to the side, revealing your pussy. He stuck his tongue in first, licking up your folds while maintaining eye contact with you through his blond locks. He continued this motion and you bit your bottom lip, hoping not to make a noise.

He wasn’t having any of that though. If there was one thing he loved, it was to know he was doing a good job. At first, he had started to tease you a bit because he thought you were cute when you got flustered. As the days went on, he noticed that you might not have said much, but you couldn’t hide your physical reactions to him. Your face was almost always flushed around him. Your grip on whatever you held tightened with the simplest of sentences. It made him wonder what type of lover were you? Quiet, non-verbal, highly responsive to the slightest touches, etc.?

He had just never gotten you alone to figure it out, until now.

He sucked your clit, earning a squeal in response. Your hands immediately shot down to his head, grabbing hold of his hair.

‘She looks so cute trying to stay quiet.’

He could feel his pants tightening around his crotch, watching you squirm because of his touch. It was getting difficult for you to stay up with one leg, especially when he slotted two fingers into your wet cunt. He curved his fingers in you, moving them slowly at first before picking up the pace to match how quickly he was flicking his tongue against your clit.

“Sa-Sanji, I- I don’t think I ca-can last much longer,” You whined.

Even without you telling him, he could tell you were getting close. Your walls had started to tighten around his fingers and he had to hold the thigh of your standing leg to support you. He would’ve loved to have you come undone around his tongue, however, for his first time with you, he wanted to fully see your expression.

He pulled away and you let out a loud sigh of relief, panting a bit. You were a little disappointed you hadn’t finished but were hopeful to continue this in a more private enclosed area. Your head was a bit fuzzy though, and you didn’t pick up on the small noise of him undoing his trousers or when he completely pulled down your panties.

He grabbed your thighs and housed you up to position the head of his penis right at your entrance. When you felt it rub against your slick folds, your eyes widened. The two of you watched as he pushed his cock in, seeing it disappear in your cunt. He groaned, eyes rolling back for a moment at how tight you were wrapped around him. You whined, feeling his length fill you up.

Slowly, he rocked his hips back and forth, giving you a chance to adjust to him. He watched your face with amusement, a mix of pleasure and embarrassment in your expression. You were still biting down on your lip, hoping to be as discrete as possible given the situation you were in.

With one swift hard thrust though, you let out a moan. Your legs wrapped around his hips and your arms around his shoulders. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, allowing him to clearly hear all your little whimpers and mewls of delight.

After hearing your moan, he began to thrust harder, wishing to hear more of your voice. You could hear his grunting too, breath growing heavier and heavier with each stroke inside you.

No longer needing to hold you up with both hands, one of them slipped underneath your shirt, sliding under the cup of your bra. He groped your breast, happy at how soft it was in his hand.

The harder he continued to thrust, the shakier your moans got. You were getting close to your release again and he wasn’t far behind, his own breathing now becoming ragged. Now, with each thrust, he could feel your walls tighten around him. Wanting to make sure he got a good look at your face when you came, he briefly removed his hand from your breast to tug your hair back. With your face pulled away from his neck, he plastered his lips against yours, shoving his tongue once more in your mouth. After, his hand returned to groping your breast.

His grip on your thigh was so tight, that you were sure there would be markings. With how hard he was kissing you, your lips were bound to be puffy when he stopped.

Your mind was becoming foggy and all you were focused on was the pleasure you were in, no longer caring someone caught you. You moaned against his lips, your entire body growing tense in his hold. Your walls clamped around him, finally hitting your high.

Seeing your eyes fall shut, engrossed in the feeling of climaxing, combined with how your cunt squeezed against him, he hit deep one last time before unraveling himself. His cock pulsed in you, dumping his entire load inside, savoring how your body milked it.

He pulled away from the kiss, each of your breaths now shaky trying to regain your composure. Your head fell back against the wall, eyes remaining on him.

“What do we do now?” You asked.

“We plan out the rest of your vacation. You’re here for at least one more week, right?” He kissed your cheek. “That gives us one more week of fun, darling.”

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[pinkmirth]

⸻ 𝒢ℒ𝒰𝒯𝒯𝒪𝒩𝒪𝒰𝒮!

↶*ೃ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓃𝒶𝓊ℊ𝒽𝓉𝓎 '𝓁𝒾𝓁 𝓃𝓎𝓂𝓅𝒽ℴ! ˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ-

𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮ℐ𝒮 ༉‧₊˚. it takes reiner his all to keep up with his horny little vixen of a girlfriend.

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜ℐ𝒩𝒮༉‧₊˚. (7.2k words of . . . ) reiner braun x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, modern college au, brat tamer!reiner, bratty!reader, feminine “girly-girl” reader, established relationship, themes of coercion, reader has a high libido, switch!reader, size kink, grinding, dry-humping, make-out session, f!masturbation, panty ripping, spanking (only once), finger-sucking, fingering, oral (m!receiving), deepthroating, floor sex, mating press, reiner being a tiny bit aggressive (but affectionately!!!), soft dom!reiner, use of pet names (honey, love, baby, darling), explicit language, minors shoo!

ℐ𝒩𝒮𝒫𝒪 𝒯ℛ𝒜𝒞𝒦 — loveeeeeee song; rihanna, future

𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 . . . this is extremely self indulgent!!! all i want is for reiner to put me in my place and tell me what to do >< a girl can dream! ♡︎

It’s 12:06 AM. The clock ticks and Reiner sighs.

He incessantly shifts in his desk chair, being held in the confines of his quaint home office. Reiner glares at the laptop before him with great disinterest. The screen casts a dull lighting over his sharp features. 

If there were anything capable of completing this damned project for him, he wouldn’t be so high-strung. He sucks in air through his teeth before letting out a weary exhale. 

All it takes is the sudden clicking of a doorknob to tear him away from his thoughts. 

He turns to be met with the sight of you emerging from your room, pedicured feet carrying you across the carpeted floors of your shared apartment. He pulls away from the MacBook’s screen, chair creaking under his weight as he swivels around to face you.

Reiner can’t help himself from hungrily examining your scanty attire— adorned in a smooth, silken nightdress. The soft pink gown you wear has the thinnest straps, and the most revealing design. It’s noticeably short, with the laced hem stopping precisely at your upper thigh, neckline dipping real low. Your supple skin and bouncy cleavage lay bare to your boyfriend’s piercing eyes. 

A faint smell of sugar is detected in the air. Reiner indulges in the familiar saccharine scent of your favorite perfume as you approach him. You rotate his chair to completely face you, assertively dropping onto his lap. Amused, he allows your hands to rub along his broad shoulders. Lowering your lips to the shell of his ear, you whisper. “Hi, Rei.” 

His strong arms envelop your waist as an instant reaction. Reiner can feel his tensive mood lessen under your sparing touch. The warmth of your presence filters into his senses as you lazily circle your arms around him.

Reiner makes sure to greet you with a soft peck, as always. He briefly licks his lips after. You taste of strawberry gloss. “My love,” He responds, words gentle and doting when he calls out to you. He puts on a small smile, but it’s all too easy to detect the gravelly detail of exhaustion in his deep voice.

“You tired, hm? My poor baby,” you softly murmur, hands running through his sandy blonde hair and tousling it between your fingers. He releases a content hum as your nails stroke his scalp. “I’m fine, ‘hon.” Reiner insists, “I just… wish I could take my mind off this.” 

You peer down at him through wispy lashes. “Do you need a distraction?” arousal produces a sweet drawl in your words. Your lips curl up to form the sultriest of smiles. He can read your indecent intentions with little effort.

Your touch runs down his body, ruffling over the olive green sweatshirt he has on. It’s a shame, how the fabric conceals his sculpted muscles. Your hand trails along his deliciously firm biceps while the other settles on his broad chest. He finds comfort in the way your filed nails repetitively graze against his collarbone. 

How cunning you are, trying to coax and flatter him into bed! Especially when you know just how hard it is for him to refuse you. Reiner searches for a suitable answer. Admittedly, he'd much rather allow you to whisk him away, despite his responsibilities that condemn the thought. 

“Don’t tell me you’re preoccupied…” You make a glossy pout, since it always works in breaking him. Though, he seems to have worn a thicker armor of refrain tonight. One that isn’t as flexible to your vixenish schemes and bratty tendencies. 

“You know I am, love.” Reiner sighs. He wants more than anything to please you. It’s all he ever does and the only thing he yearns to do. But there comes a time where he has to put his foot down. 

“I’m busy,” he emphasizes. It sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself instead of you. Sure, he’s occupied, but that shouldn’t matter. He can tell that you need him, can’t he? Badly, too. Your boyfriend should know that resisting you is futile.

You deftly roll your eyes before he brings his palm to warmly cup your soft cheek. “You get that, right honey?” He wants you to look him in the face and understand the words coming out of his mouth. No use in that— You’re probably only thinking of all the ways he could be using it to eat you out. 

“Reiner, baby… c’mon.” You shift your weight onto his lap, slow-grinding with the most subtle rock of your hips. He knows you to be unpredictable, and he’s fond of it; you keep him on his toes. But this? It’s sly and abrupt, enough to make his breath catch in his throat. His low grunt spills into your ear as he instinctively bucks upward.

Reiner should be used to your teasing by now, especially considering that he’s been your boyfriend of well-over two years. Yet, the apples of his cheeks bloom a faint red as if the way you move atop his body is a foreign feeling. You giggle when he averts his hazel eyes and looks fixedly elsewhere. 

Again, you roll in slow circles to friction against him, and he unsteadily whimpers your name. “You’re so hard,” you tease him with a dulcet laugh. Reiner furrows his thin brows, flustered. He can feel his blood rushedly streaming south. 

“I make you that excited?” Look at you, asking as if you don’t know the answer. Reiner wants to scoff. You know good and well of the dire effect you have on your man. 

He gives in, just for a moment, to grasp at your waist with newfound fervor, holding you down and guiding your body with sturdy hands. He directs the way your hips gyrate, dragging you over his erection. Your breath hitches, clinging at his broad shoulders.

“Fuck. You know what you do to me,” He breathes out, slightly tossing his head back onto the headrest. You take the opportunity to close in on his exposed neck. He smells rich and earthy, like that of sandalwood. Reiner basks in the eagerness of your messy kisses, gloss and saliva lingering on the column of his throat. 

“Come to the room, Reiner.” You murmur against his jugular, nipping until the taste of his skin settles upon the tip of your tongue. The seat creaks when the both of you shift and adjust yourselves, grinding into each other with bated breath. You lift your head to stare into his darkened gaze, making another effort to persuade him. “I know you want to.”

Boldly tilting forward, you initiate a daring kiss. Your lips sweetly move against Reiner’s, but there’s an unabashed fire upon your tongue as it darts into his mouth. You openly moan against his lips, and the enticing sound of your voice gets him harder. Reiner digs his fingers into your waist, eyes screwed shut. Groans tumble deep from his throat in the form of lowly ‘oh’s, and the bristly facial hair on his jaw prickles your skin. 

Reiner only now begins to register how your breasts squish against him, nipples rigid from under your nightgown and brushing at his chest. The warm press of your cunt rests atop his growing hard-on. He’d try to maintain the grain of resolve he has left, but with his cock prodding at your underside, it’s evident that he’s too far gone. You can feel him twitching beneath the soft cotton of your thin panties.

“I— shit, want you so bad…” his words tremble. See what you’ve done! Now he’s all wired up. You can tell by the way he holds your sides with an edgy grip. He pulls you in tighter, wants you immeasurably closer. Reiner can feel your heartbeat vigorously pumping in tandem with his. 

“Then fuck me.” you spur him on, dipping your head to connect with him once more. Tensions inflame between you as the kiss builds. Reiner tries to still the fleeting jerk of his hips, using everything in his power to resist your sugary lips and break away. He opens his mouth to respond, only to make a hesitant pause. Whatever he’s about to say, you know he doesn’t fucking mean it. The way his boner’s nudging at the plush of your ass says otherwise. 

“Can’t, baby.” He finalizes. You huff, grabbing his sleeves and tugging at the cloth. “You don’t want to?” Your lips look plump and sore, prettily bruised from obscene kisses.

“I never said that…” He lowly whines against your lips, dropping his head to rest along the junction of your neck. Of course he wants to. He’d much rather make you cum like it’s all he’s good for instead of wasting another moment at this damned desk. 

He then recalls the countless times he’s supplied your every desire without question. It brings him to realize that he truly has spoiled you, his sweet girl, nastily rotten. Though Reiner loves to provide for you in any way he can, he chooses to exercise discipline today. He thinks this’ll teach you some sort of lesson concerning patience and self-control. As if. Realistically, he’s merely punishing himself by desisting pleasure. 

You give him another fluid roll of your hips, but he stills you with an iron grip. His resolve’s firmer than it was mere minutes ago. “Hey.” Reiner shoots you a pleading look, but you know that it’s more of a warning. His soft dominance comes in the form of a heavy quiet, one which shows itself every so often. Particularly when you go out of your way to tip him over the brink. 

He’s made it clear that he won’t budge. You make an attempt to distance yourself, retracting your arms from around his neck to cross them over your chest, boobs pushing up with the motion. He pulls you back into his chest, to which you respond with a vexed ‘hmph’, subtly scrunching your face. Just how much could you possibly turn him on in one sitting alone? You’ll be the end of him, he’s sure of it.

Reiner softens his expression, rubbing at your sides. “Hey— look at me.” reluctantly, your eyes meet his. He just can’t seem to tug away from your heavy-lidded gaze. “Tell you what, darlin’,” he announces, offering you a compromise. “Once I finish this up, I’m yours for the rest of the night. M’kay?” 

You don’t like the terms of his little deal. It’s selfish, and you know it is, but you want him now. 

“Hm.” With a hum, you tap your fingers along his shoulder, barely agreeing. “No harm in waiting, yeah?” 

To that, you exaggeratedly sigh. ‘You’ll be fine, you big baby.’ Reiner thinks. 

You eventually release him, pressing a kiss to his scruffy jaw. He’s quick to return it, skimming his lips across yours in a chaste peck. He can feel your sensual grin spread against his mouth before you break away, like you’ve got a naughty little plan that he's yet to know about.

You descend off his lap, peering at his obvious boner with a silent giggle. Is he even sure he’d be able to wait a moment longer before sleeping with you? ‘Cause it looks like his pants have become much too tight. You’ve truly made a mess out of him.

Before stepping back to the room you appeared from, you send him a look with those alluring eyes of yours. There’s a glint of mischief; something tantalizing that lies within your irises.

“Don’t worry, Rei.” You call out to him in your pretty, tempting voice. With lithe fingers, you lift the ends of your short sleeping dress to reveal the tiny panties that lie beneath, giving him just a snippet of what he’d be missing. 

Reiner’s glance catches onto the lips of your pussy, hidden behind cloth. He bets it’s fucking soaked. Just as he thought, there’s a puddle of slick wetting the cotton material. His need for you begins to show itself all over again. You can see it in the way his Adam's apple bobs. 

All you do is smile at his reaction. “I’ll just help myself.” 

It's been a good chunk of time, about fifteen minutes since you disappeared into your room. You most certainly meant what you said about ‘helping yourself’…

“Oh—!” Moans spill into the corridor. And fuck, is it loud. You didn’t close the door to your room, and for good reason. You want him to catch wind of every little thing you’re doing without him. 

Reiner tries to keep his focus aimed at the computer screen, but he just can’t. Especially not under such conditions. He’s already sporting a raging hard-on, which he meekly brings a hand down to rub out every now and again. That isn’t even the biggest problem— there’s you, located a few doors down, intentionally making as much noise as you can. 

Reiner prods his tongue at his inner cheek. He knows exactly what’s going on. If you can’t have his attention, then that stupid fucking project of his wouldn’t be getting it either. 

“Mm, fuck!” Another cry of ecstasy reaches his ears, and his blush-tinged cheeks continue to burn even further. The harsh squelch emitting from the room tells him all he wants to know; you're plunging your fingers into your wet little pussy as deep as you can get it to go, but it’ll never be able to stretch you out as well as his thick digits. 

‘That fucking wet, huh?’  Reiner muses. His desire to be there with you is stronger than his will to breathe. The throb of his cock feels like it’s pounding heavier than the beat of his very own heart.

Funnily enough, he thought that you’d hardly be able to carry on without him there; now you’re the one enjoying yourself while he suffers in horny solitude. In all honesty, Reiner’s just barely holding out, and his resolve has thinned down to the mere size of a thread. He hadn’t considered the fact that you’re his weakness. 

Nine times out of ten, Reiner’s a man of his word. He sticks to what he says and hardly ever diverts from it. But at this moment, you’re giving him no choice. The only options you’ve proposed are for him to comply, or endure torture. It truly is complete and utter torture, to hear you getting yourself off when he could’ve been the one stripping you down and making you scream. 

 He wants to give himself a slap in the face for denying you— if not for him, you probably would’ve been cumming on his face right now, or bouncing on his cock in the way that he liked. Hell, he might’ve even gone about punishing you for teasing him on this very chair. 

Maybe he should’ve just come to the fucking room.

“Makin’ a scene, huh?” Reiner mumbles, palming his clothed dick. “Well, it worked.”

Your voice continues to ring aloud in the atmosphere. He’s physically incapable of ignoring the problem that lies beneath his pants. To be specific, the problem that you created, and he’s sure you’ll be eager to help him fix it. 

Reiner peers at the time before pushing his laptop closed and neglecting his assignment. It’s 12:49 AM when he finally decides to give in to you. He rises from his seat to follow the luring string of moans. 

He’s near. You can hear it, feel it. Every dull footstep means he’s closing in, aching to fuck you. Reiner’s giving up early on, and it’s much quicker than you thought he would. But you certainly don’t mind. You swipe your clit and tremble with anticipation, awaiting his presence.

You lie on your back, splayed across cream white bamboo sheets of the king-sized bed that you and him share. You wait not-so-patiently for him to enter and be met with the sight of your manicured fingers toying around inside your pussy.

It didn’t take long for you to get what you wanted. Reiner comes strolling in, leaning his bulky frame against the doorway. His chest heaves slowly. There’s yearning behind every deep breath he takes. He’s hot and bothered; it shows with the blooming pink tint of arousal that’s spread across his cheekbones and nose bridge. 

You’re all on display, from the roundness of your breasts beneath your skimpy nightgown as your chest rises and falls, to the clenching wetness of your cunt, panties pulled aside for access. There’s not a thing left to his dirty imagination.

Your eyes trail down to meet the suggestive bulge that strains against his baggy gray sweats. It’s definitely grown since before. Reiner looks borderline feral, ready to pounce and eat you alive. But he plainly stands, drinking in the view of your sightly body with glowering eyes. You wonder when he’ll finally jump in for a taste.

“Aw,” You breathily coo at him, sitting up on your elbows. He watches your tits sway with the motion. “You just couldn’t stay away, could you?” your light and mocking tone makes his dick twitch. 

“Looks like you’re havin’ fun…” Reiner mutters. It’s almost cute, how wound up he is. “Would be better if you joined in.” you suggest. “Are you gonna help me out while you’re here? Or did you only come to watch?” Still running your mouth, huh... You really do know how to push him to the edge. 

“C’mere.” Reiner beckons you towards him with the gesturing movement of his finger. His voice is low and domineering, it makes you want to listen. So you do, lifting yourself off the bed and doing just as he wishes. 

It seems that Reiner’s forgotten of all his good-boy behavior, and his sense of responsibility’s flown out the window. He’s quick to smash his mouth to yours, resuming the fervid kiss from before. He cradles the back of your head and pushes you deeper into the warmth of his lips. Bringing his unoccupied arm to loop around your waist, he tugs you in. 

You melt into his large and imposing frame, grabbing at his shirt within your fisted hands. “Reiner,” you separate from his enthusiasm, needing a gulp of air. Thin slivers of spit connect him to your sheen lips. 

“Heard you tryin’ to fuck yourself while I was gone,” Reiner whispers, hands snaking down to your butt. He shamelessly grabs your doughy ass in his rough hands, kneading the fatty flesh before giving it a nice, hard spank. You moan upon contact. He’s entirely sure you throbbed over that. 

“It wasn't enough, was it baby?” He shakes his head and you mindlessly mimic him, doing the same. “I’m here now. ‘Lemme satisfy you,” he plants a brief kiss at the surface of your neck before laying you down upon the wooly surface of the floor’s rug, kneeling to slot himself between your legs.

He brings his hand to your face, thumb resting at your plush bottom lip. You instantly know what to do, encasing his fingers into your mouth. “Bein’ such a good girl,” he praises, pushing down on your tongue with the pads of his fingers. You lick at his digits with a soft moan, lapping them in saliva as you grip onto his wrist. 

His middle and forefinger leaves your mouth with a wet pop. Reiner’s hands find their place at your sides, caressing the curvature of your hips. He hooks his pointer finger into your panties, pulling them further aside; just before he determines that you won't be needing them. And with that, Reiner’s abruptly tearing them off, ripping the cloth with the ease of one effortless tug. The fabric feathers apart against your skin. 

You can’t help but laugh in total shock, the ruined cloth tickling your hips. “Reiner!” All he does is a shrug, slipping the remains of your panties out from under your ass and tossing them elsewhere. “They were gettin’ in the way.” he clarifies. The pads of his fingers can now properly trace your slick pussy lips, and he drags his touch just above your engorged clit. 

You mewl when he strokes the nub in tight circles, jerking underneath his touch. Reiner can tell that you’re especially sensitive. With raised brows, he asks, “You already came?” He's given your immediate nod in reply. Reiner brings a hand to his heart, feigning offense. “Without me, baby?”

“Why’re you surprised? Told you I’d handle myself,” you say all matter-of-factly, gazing up at him from where you lay. He dryly chuckles, almost taken aback. “And I told you that I would be here soon, didn’t I?” he queries. You suppress a shudder whenever he makes contact with your over-stimmed bud. 

Patience is a virtue that you haven't yet learned. Reiner would normally take it slow and savor your taste, but all he has in mind is to teach you a valuable lesson– when he tells you to wait for him, you wait. 

Or, you just can deal with the outcome of defying him. That seems all the more fitting for a minx like you.

“Guess that means you’re gonna have to come again,” He decides, “Give me another.” To that, you whine. “But Rei! I already stretched myself out for you!” 

“With your fingers?” you nod when he asks you. “Hm. Not enough.” aiming to convince him otherwise, you spread your legs wider apart and reveal your gaping hole to his sharp stare. 

You drip with glassy cum, and he wants nothing more than to dive in face first, completely ravage all of your beautiful being, and eat away at that attitude of yours until you forget your own fucking name. Somehow, he finds a way to ground himself and stay on course. You can see it's a struggle for him to do so. He’d already be whipping his dick out if he wasn't trying to discipline you. 

“Doesn’t matter. You’re gonna take what I give you. Right, baby?” he hums in question, rolling his lengthy sleeves up to his elbows. Your eyes trail along the expanse of his thick forearms. Taking your nod as a green light, Reiner delves three large fingers into you and sets a dangerous pace. His starting thrusts are fast and fluid. “Fuck, Reiner!” you cry out, clawing at his wrist. 

“Uh-uh,” He tuts, bringing his hand up to your face to playfully squeeze your cheeks. Your lips jut out cutely, and he grins. “I ain't stopping until you come.” He makes himself clear. “Understand?” 

“Mhm– u-understood.” you shakily comply, voice muffled. He releases your face, momentarily dipping low to peck your lips. “Good. That’s good.” He continues plunging into your core, every thrust bringing about a lewd squelch. “So sorry I held out on you, baby…” Reiner mumbles. “M’gonna make it up to you, okay?” The way he’s stroking your insides is the best apology you could think of. 

Reiner knows just how to work your body, almost too well. With swift motions, he skillfully curls his fingers up, nudging into an area that makes you writhe. “Found it,” he unconsciously whispers. 

After locating your sweet spot, he doesn’t relent. His flicking wrist allows him to push in faster, and the repetitive prodding of his thick digits gets you shaking. Your breath comes out in disarrayed puffs as you clamp down on his digits, hard, to the point where he can hardly move. It’s like a plea for him to remain inside. 

“— So fuckin’ tight…” he curses, teeth grit. “Just relax, baby.” Reiner calms you with his low tone, despite being knuckle-deep as your pussy draws him in. He struggles against your tight pink walls to pull out. Your stretched hole pulses around an empty nothingness where his fingers once were. You’re throbbing so much for him; the sight could almost make him cum in his pants. 

Reiner drags his touch down your gaping slit, gathering your wetness and smearing it over your puffy bud. He takes pleasure in the way your eyes roll back. You jerk underneath the pressure he applies, legs closing in and trapping his hand between them. 

“Keep ‘em open.” He exerts the slightest bit of strength to pry you apart by the thighs, proceeding with his attack on your clit. He notices the way you convulse, like you’re bound to crumble apart at any given moment. “R-Reiner,” you brokenly wail. “M’gonna—!” You aren’t in the right mind to speak. Just as he said earlier on, all you can do is take what he gives you.

“I know, baby.” He rubs you out with drenched fingers, “Want you to make a fuckin’ mess for me. C’mon.” and with that, plus a final of quick strokes at your bundle of nerves, Reiner prompts your disorienting climax. Your long nails dig into the flesh of his forearm, vision spotted white. Your orgasm’s powerful and he rides you through every lasting second of it. 

“That’s it… you did so good, baby.” he mutters, pouring sweet nothing into your ear like you can even register what he’s saying. You don’t even notice the drool slipping past the corner of your own lips, or the tears pricking your eyes. All with the work of his calloused fingers, he’s thoroughly ruined you. Thing is, he isn’t even halfway done.

Reiner leans down and scatters the lightest of butterfly kisses across your cheek, your neck, your shoulder; anywhere he can reach. He calls out to you by your name, trying to reel you back into consciousness with a pinch on your side. You squirm, and he airily chuckles. “There she is.”

You regain yourself, maneuvering up to rest on your knees. “Rei,” you sit before Reiner, mirroring him. Your delicate touch reaches for his crotch. His cock jumps when you grip him through his sweats. You speak soft and hushedly, the form of a weary whisper, “I want all of you.” 

Despite being completely spent, you swear that you’re ready for more. Reiner doubts that you are. But you’ve begged him for so long, he might as well deliver.

“I was gonna get to that,” he habitually tilts his head to the left, grabbing onto the hem of his sweatshirt. “but you just can’t wait, can you?” The olive-green top is pulled off, thrown into an obscure corner of the room. Right after, he begins to make quick work of his pants until they’re strewn away, dirtying the floor with his small heap of clothes.

Reiner grabs at the band of his briefs, about to rid himself of the final obstacle— until your hand skims over his. “Let me,” you say, breathless. With a brisk nod, he allows you. It’s intimate, how you strip him, with your hand resting at his shoulder while the other tugs down his waistband, eyes locking onto him throughout it all. Reiner lifts his hips, giving you access to peel away the underwear. You slide it past his thick, firm thighs until he’s kicking them off his ankles.

He feels your eyes trained on him, burning into his warm ivory skin. You run your gaze across the broad expanse of his athletic body, scrutinizing the subtle flexure of his muscles, from his pecs to his toned stomach. Aiming your stare downwards leads you straight to the obscene sight of his girthy dick, hanging between his legs and seizing all your attention. It lewdly bobs under its own weight, reddened tip gleaming with a sheen coat of precum. His balls hang beneath, heavy and throbbing. 

“So big,” you haphazardly mumble. His face goes flush when you reach forward, encircling your dainty hand around the shaft and watching him twitch in your hold. You can’t even wrap it all the way around. “Shit,” Reiner swears. You giggle over the way his hips jolt. 

Considering how eager you’ve been, Reiner hadn’t been expecting you to bring your head down to level, enveloping his pinkish tip into your pliant mouth. He never would’ve thought that you’d have time to swallow his dick. Though, he can’t complain, not with how well you suckle on his cockhead and stroke the rest, smearing him in your spit. 

With a hand resting at the back of your head, Reiner begins to propel his hips forward, slowly bucking into your mouth. He loves how your lips stretch around the width of his cock, adoring the way you elicit gags when being pushed down little by little until you reach his base. Your tongue swipes along a protruding vein, wracking a shudder through him.

It’s when you moan around his shaft and look up at him with those glimmering eyes that he knows he’ll end up spouting cum all over your tongue if this goes on. Reiner can’t take much more of this. He needs you to encompass him, wrap around him, suck him in… he has to feel you. At least before he loses his mind over the wait.

He guides you off, releasing himself from the wet suction of your lips. “I have to fuck you,” Reiner heaves desperately, “Now.” He flips up the satiny material of your sleeping gown and hastily tosses it over your head, making sure to smooth down your hair after. Once again, he expertly maneuvers you onto your back. 

Your hands lie beside your head, the shaggy carpet brushing softly against your shoulder blades. Reiner scoots in close, lifting your legs up and hitching them up on his wide shoulders. He rubs along your calves before directing his touch downwards to meet your core. 

With a gentle stroke down your slit and light brushes against your folds, he’s thumbing you open. You’re slick and clenching, just for him. “Such a pretty little pussy,” he sounds awestruck, like he wasn’t just stuffing you with his middle, ring and pointer only minutes ago. 

Reiner takes hold of his cock, circling around the tip with a sigh. He generously pumps himself before lining up with you, tapping at your clit just to mess with you a little. That brings about the restless wiggle of your hips. 

“Ugh, Reiner!” you whine. He always likes to play the tease, even when the situation doesn’t permit him to. With your legs still placed up where he put them, you sway and kick your feet around, movement rapid above his head. “Put it in already—!”

“I will.” Reiner smacks his teeth. He’d usually ask nicely for you to behave. This time, he’ll make you. He holds you still, done easily with a simple grip on your ankle. It’s painless, but firm enough to get you to straighten up. “So fuckin’ needy.”

Reiner grabs onto your legs and pushes them back, until your painted toes dangle above your own head. “It’ll go deeper this way.” Reiner assures. He keeps you there, palms pressing into the bottom of your thighs to pin you against yourself. “You can take it like this, yeah? All folded up for me?” 

“I can take it, Rei. I promise,” is your eager response. He flashes a seductive smile. “Oh, darlin’… I know you can.”  Reiner hovers over you, positioning himself in a way that makes his cockhead bump into your pearly nub. He squats low and leans forward, to the point where he’s resting his weight onto you. It’s suffocating in the best way imaginable. You savor every moment of his body compressing yours.

At long last, Reiner gives what you’ve begged him for since midnight. With one smooth thrust forward, he’s plunged himself into your weeping pussy. It forces the air out of your lungs. “Oh— fuck,” you breathe out so lightly, Reiner can hardly hear it. He pushes his cock in further, groaning as he does so. You accommodate him and adapt to the gradual stretch.

Your tight cunt envelops him, clenching around every inch that he has to offer. You gaze up at Reiner with the prettiest set of lust-blown eyes. He pulls back before pressing forward, until his weighty balls are nestled at the hilt. He peers down to where you connect, attentively watching how you swallow him in. 

“It’s deep, baby?” Reiner damn well knows that he’s pushing at your cervix and resting in your guts. He just wants to get a kick out of your answer. “So deep.” You gasp. Shiny tears are brimming at your eyes again. He follows a pattern of drawing out, only partially, just to slam back in. Your body lurches with every knock of his sturdy hips. 

Before long, Reiner’s created a steady, pleasurable rhythm. His pelvis claps into yours and grinds at your clit, all as he delves his girth into the wet cavern of your sopping pussy. You cry out for him every single time. “R-Rei!” you stammer when he fucks into you with such zeal. He’s only just begun, and you’re already on the verge of sobbing. “Harder,” You plead. 

And so, he listens. Reiner swiftly rocks into your warmth, flooding with arousal. His motions come on heavier as he puts his weight behind his rapid thrusts. “You want it all the goddamn time,” he grunts, jaw clenched. “Am I that good, baby? Can't get enough of me?”

“S— so good to me!” you mewl, bottom lip trapped under your teeth. You grab for him in hopes of reaching whatever you can, until your hands meet his tensed biceps. The ends of your nails skim his muscles, and he lets out a low hiss. 

An especially rough thrust tugs a cry out of you. “Reiner, please!” You find yourself begging, unsure of what. All you know is that it’s too much for you to handle. His unrelenting pace has you struggling for the slightest granule of air you can muster to breathe in. 

You scramble to push at Reiner’s abdomen, a measly attempt at slowing him down. He doesn’t give at all— you're only inducing him to go faster. “Uh-uh, baby. None of that,” deep-reaching thrusts punctuating his every word, “Thought you promised that y’could take me… Was that a lie?” he snarks. 

“No, I— fuck!” it’s brutal, the way his dick slides in and nudges against your womb. You writhe underneath him, but the weight of his bulky body holds you down. “Don’t you dare fuckin’ run from me. You’ve been begging for it all night,” Reiner warningly seethes. “So take it.”

He fucks you with reckless abandon, working his way in and out of your slippery pussy. By the end of this, he wants you molded into the very shape of him, to have his fat cock leave an imprint on your walls. There’s a mess of dripping slick that soils your inner thighs and runs down his slapping balls.

Reiner takes just a second or two to simply relish in the moment, basking in how tight you’re squeezing him. He takes a mental picture, storing the detailed intimacy of this scenario into a back pocket of his mind. Reiner studies the way you prettily lie beneath him, lips agape. Your tits bounce in tandem with his every move. 

“You’re gorgeous, baby.” he lets out a soft groan. “You look so fuckin’ pretty like this.” Reiner’s face is mere inches apart from yours, and the short proximity allows you to appreciate his chiseled features. Strong jaw, well-defined nose, and neat stubble; not to mention the most striking set of golden eyes. Effortlessly charming. He could make your panties drop if they hadn’t been torn off already.

Your arms wire around his neck, holding on for dear life. “Reiner, I—” he rams into you, and you almost choke on his name. The words clog in your throat as you manage out a drowsy request.  “Want more of you! Please,” 

More, you say? Like you could remotely handle anything greater than what he’s giving you now? That’s fine. He'll simply make sure to fulfill your needs until your cup overflows. 

He dips low until the defined arch of his nose is brushing past yours, fucking you rough on the fluffy carpet with a higher vigor. It’s like he’s finally snapped. “Fuckin’ greedy,” Reiner snarls against your ear, his stubble grazing your cheek, “Wanted it so bad that y’couldnt wait, huh? Got me fucking you on the ground like a goddamn animal.”

Reiner’s cutting words make you pulse. He’s never done you this hard before. There’s a noticeable change in the way he’s handling you. He’d usually be unhurried and careful, paired with the mutter of encouraging words against the shell of your ear. In all honesty, you like this for a change. After this round’s over, you’ll make an effort to piss him off more often.

“Reinerrr,” You whimper aloud, drawing it out through a stretched moan. His balls jump over your droned call of his name. If you keep it up, he might just wind up coming inside without a second thought.

You clamp down on his vein-littered cock with increased urgency. “You’re close, aren’t you?” Reiner questions, quickening his tempo. He wants you to unravel. “Mm-hm!” you pant. Your impending climax is coming along again. You can feel it, that tense buildup that lies deep in your trembling pelvis. Reiner urges your release. “Let go for me, baby.”

He bites down on your shoulder when you drag your nails down his firm back. “Come all over my fuckin’ cock.” he rambles dirty lines onto your sweat-coated skin, reaching down between you to give your puffed clit a brisk swipe or two.

That's enough to get you to undo. You’re rapidly fluttering around him, head tossed back. He's there to hold onto you, searing his touch into your skin as you fall completely apart in his safe grasp. You tremor for him, orgasmic waves coursing up your spine. Reiner carries on with his unruly thrusts, meeting you in a brash kiss.

You gasp against his mouth, breathing him in. Reiner surrounds you from every possible angle; around you, pecking your lips and rubbing your waist… more especially inside you, whisking at your spent walls with his thick cock. It’s all so much. “Fuck, I can’t, Rei… no more,” you shake beneath his heavyset figure.

“Just hold on for me, baby,” he pleads in a lowly whimper. The over-stim has your feet jerking above your head. “Lemme use your pussy for a little longer. Is that alright? Hm?” his consistent pounding makes you go fucking brain-dead. That’s probably why you don’t catch a single word of his. The only perceivable sound is the dense clap of his skin as it collides with yours.

Reiner’s thin brows draw together, his mouth drops open, and the underside of his dick spasms. That’s how you know he’s soon to topple over the edge. “I’m so close,” he releases a guttural whine, pattern growing sloppier. There’s a burning ache in his thighs, but he doesn’t care to stop. He’ll chase that high until the both of you soak this carpet in cum. 

The tremble of your form underneath his, your breathy moans entering his ear, the dull scrape of your nails down his back; it’s all part of what urges his release. Reiner’s grip on your side is taut when he comes. “Fuuck,” he swears, moaning the loudest he has all night. 

You gladly welcome the loads of pearly cum that he drains into you. It warmly spills out, dripping past your labia and down to your asscheeks. Reiner’s drenched, too. It’s made a mess of his twitching shaft, pelvis, and sac. 

Reiner huffs, sitting up to rest on his knees. He’s yet to recover. “That was… damn.” His chest heaves. Intense, he means. That’s the word closest to accuracy that you could use to describe the burst of passion between you and him. Reiner comes back down to earth, unthinkingly caressing your thighs. He loosens his hold on your midriff, managing to catch his breath. 

You look up at him with admiration swirling in your dilated eyes. “You good, baby?” Reiner directs his attention your way, and you acknowledge him with a hum. “I didn’t go too hard, did I?” Him and his slew of questions. You don’t mind it, since he means well. His thoughtful nature warms your heart.

“It was perfect, I came twice and everything. Now c’mere!” As always, these kinds of sessions end with you outstretching your hands, gesturing him closer so that he can cradle you in his arms. Gently, Reiner lowers down until he rests atop your bare figure, leaning his weight onto you with the utmost caution.

“I’ll clean you up after this, honey.” he mumbles, cheek pressed against your boobs. “I know you will,” you expect him to. He’s made taking care of you a habit. 

You stare into the distance and feel the cool blow of the ceiling fan, carding a hand through the short tresses of his blonde hair. His forehead’s exposed and sheen with sweat. You inhale his scent (now merged with the smell of sex), and rub your palms over his thickset muscles, just appreciating his being. Silence engulfs you both.

Moments later, you break the quiet atmosphere with a faint laugh. Reiner perks his head up. “What is it?” 

“You were rougher than normal,” you observe. He lifts a brow. “And that’s funny? Thought you liked it.” 

“I did!” you’re quick to reassure him. “I just didn’t know you had it in you, baby. That’s all,” you wrap your arms around his back, using your tender touch to soothe the red-lined scratches from earlier. “Well, you brought it out of me… brat.” the last part is said under his breath. You catch on anyway.

That brings about your incredulous gasp, like you don’t already know that yourself. “Me? A brat?” you light-heartedly challenge the truth of his words. “Oh, very much so. But I love you anyway.” Reiner scoots up to kiss you, his softened cock skimming your thigh. 

“Aren't you glad I interrupted you? You should be,” you claim. Although drowsy, he lets out a buoyant laugh, one that rumbles in his chest. He’d never hear the end of you reciting ‘I was right!’ if he were to confess, but he is grateful you distracted him. You were the one to initiate, but he came to realize that he needed it too. 

Reiner would say tonight helped him realize that you never fail to get what you want, but he already knew that. 

In truth, one thing was clarified for him— dick is the only effective form of correction that works on his pretty little vixen of a girlfriend.

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Guiding Lights | Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

Synopsys: Nanami barely acknowledges you once he gets home. It's late and you've been waiting for hours. Again. Lately, it's all you seem to do for your husband. Wait, while he arrives home later and later. You decide to confront him about it, and things escalate.

Words: 6.5k

Warnings: Angst, heavy angst. Like, super angsty. Arguments and yelling, mentions of cheating, neglect and death. A very tired Nanami who's overworking himself. Angst with comfort, angst to fluff. Very happy and cheesy ending. Hopefully not OOC Nanami. Do let me know if I forgot something!

A/N: Hey guys!!! Oh my god I have been working on this fic for quite a while hahaha! I started it a few months ago, but then you guys started sending in your (lovely) requests, and it sort of got lost in my drafts. But I really wanted to get it done, so I focused on it again. Also, I'm terrible at summaries, I'm so sorry!! </3

I think this is my Magnum Opus so far. I really like how it turned out. I love my man Nanami, and I love angst (lol obviously), and I've always thought about this specific scenario. This is sort of like, the fic I've always wanted to read, you know? A "fine, I'll do it myself" fic, if you will, hahaha!

Well, I hope you enjoy reading it!! I certainly had a blast writing it <3

The door to your apartment closed as softly as it opened, and if you weren’t so intent on confronting the man who had just walked through it, you wouldn’t have heard the sound.

Looking up from the show you were watching and just paused, you take your husband in. He’s clearly seen better days. Shirt and tie slightly dishevelled, hair askew, large bags under his tired eyes. There is a big cut ripping his suit, and a smaller one on his jaw. 

“I’m home.” Nanami mumbled, taking said jacket off and placing it on top of the couch.

“Hey,” You replied, unsure of what exactly to say. You’d been awake for hours now, patiently waiting for him to come back, but now that he’s standing in front of you, you don’t know what to tell him.

You must’ve not thought things through, because instead of keeping quiet and letting this man enjoy some peace and quiet (something he seemed to lack), you decide to speak your mind.

“You’re late.”

Nanami sighed. He does not dare to meet your eye, instead making his way towards your kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. “There was a curse that needed to be exorcised. I was closer to the location, so they sent me.”

“You could’ve called.” He hadn’t even kissed you. Just walked straight to the kitchen, barely acknowledging you. “I was worried.”

“Well, I was busy.” Nanami put his glass down and rubbed his forehead. He looked drained. The sharp edges of his face look like they could cut your fingers, should you touch him. The exhaustion was piling over him, and it was clear to see.

You didn’t wish to push his buttons – God knows how hard his work as a Jujutsu Sorcerer was. But it’s not fair for him to leave for hours on end without telling you his location. You don’t want to control him, nor keep tabs on him all the time; you just want to make sure he is safe and doing okay.

You just want to make sure your husband will return to you and your son at the end of the day.

“And you couldn’t have spared me a minute? Just a text would’ve been fine.” You said, standing up and walking to him. Too busy to call? It would take him less than a minute to tell you he was safe.

“[Y/N], I didn’t have the time to call you.” Now he looked at you. Those beautiful hazel eyes which usually regarded you with affection and care, looked fatigued and weary. These eyes belong to a man who has seen too much, a man who is in desperate need of rest. But no matter how much you tried to coerce him into taking a break, he wouldn’t have any of it.

Ever since you had your son, he was more intent than ever on working and making sure curses were exorcised as soon as they appeared. All to keep your bundle of joy safe, to make sure he grew up in a better world. But lately, it seemed like he was stretching himself too thin, taking on every single mission, arriving home later and later.

“I was worried sick. You look hurt.” Nanami looked away once more when you approached him. Just as you were about to raise your hand and inspect his jaw, he turned away from you.

“I’m fine. You should go to sleep. It’s late.” His voice was almost devoid of any emotion. Is this what Jujutsu Sorcery did to people? Wear them down, strip them of their humanity and emotions until they were but a vessel of what they had once been?

When you first started dating, Nanami couldn’t get enough of you. He’d get home on time, every single day, just so he wouldn’t keep you waiting. He’d treat you like you were precious, because to him, you were. And now it seemed like he was perpetually tired, like there was something holding him back from the sweet man he had once been. You suspected he hadn’t held your son in a few days. Nanami always stopped by Haibara’s room before he went to sleep, just to watch his slow breathing and make sure all was well. But it had been weeks since you had seen him hold his child.

“Kento, you’re not fine. Just… Stop pushing me away. Please.” You reached out to touch his arm, and he shakes it away.

“Look, I appreciate your concern, but it’s just a scratch. I’ve had worse.” How could he be so careless about his health? Was he not aware of the family waiting for him at home?

You shake your head. You really didn’t want to do this. Not today. Not now. You’re tired – Haibara had been fussy all day, asking for “papa”, and there was nothing you could do to soothe him. And your husband looked tired too. Let’s not do this today. Not now. Go to bed, you thought. Go to bed.

Unfortunately, your mouth was quicker.

“Oh, yeah? Well, when’s it gonna be enough?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s just a scratch. Well, yesterday was just a scratch as well. So was the day before. And the day before that. Is tomorrow going to be just a scratch as well?” Your voice was rising, and you were fighting hard to keep the tears away. “It’s always justa scratch. When is it going to be enough for you to stop? When’s it going to stop being just a scratch? Huh? When you break an arm?”

“[Y/N].”

“When you lose a limb?”

“[Y/N].”

“When you lose your life?!” You tightened the grip you had around your body, using your arms as a shield against the despair and hopelessness you felt. You seemed to have stunned your husband into silence. Nanami breathed softly, looking at the floor. “When is it going to be enough for you?”

“I’m doing this for your sake.” He mumbled softly. 

“Maybe you were, once. But not anymore. No, you’re doing this for yourself.” 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Now it was your husband’s turn to raise his voice ever so slightly. His fists were clenched by his side, and his shoulders moved in sync with his breathing. “I’m out there, every night, doing this for you. For our son, for our family.” 

“No, you’re not!” 

“Yes, I am! If I’m out there, exorcising those disgusting creatures, it’s because I want our son to grow up in a safer world! I don’t want him to live in fear, I want him to be safe. And that’s exactly what I do.” 

“You say you care about your son, but you haven’t seen him in days.” You scoffed and shook your head. How could he say such things when you knew damn well he hadn’t even seen him? Let alone hold him or play with him. And the lack of attention from his father was clearly taking a toll on Haibara, who cried and cried, eyes anxiously looking for the tall figure he learned to associate with comfort. Not that he didn’t like you - you were his mother, and arguably, the only person he truly knew, but a baby boy needs his father, and Haibara didn’t seem to have his. 

You stare at your husband, noticing how time has changed him. The once gentle features have turned knifelike, his eyebags have become wide and deep, his eyes perpetually tired behind the fatiguing-looking glasses. What could possibly be more important than his family?

An unsettling feeling starts pooling in your stomach. You’ve tried not to entertain this idea for long - hell, you couldn’t think about it without becoming nauseous. Because he would never, would he? He’s your husband. The father of your child. Meeting another woman behind your back is clearly unthinkable, right?

The voice in your head that you’ve been trying to quiet down this whole time gets louder and louder. Ask him, it says, ask him and find out the truth. You deserve to know it, you’re his wife. What if he’s hiding something? Ask him. 

You want to trust your husband. You really do. You love him and always have and always will. But your mind is playing tricks on you, the weariness of the day and lack of comfort from this very same man messing with your brain. 

“Is it someone else?” You ask, feeling braver than you felt.

“What!?” he looked at you, eyes wide in surprise. As if what you’d ask was completely preposterous (to him, it was). 

“Have you been seeing someone else, Kento? Is that why you’re not home?” You were sounding surprisingly calm for a woman accusing her husband of cheating on her. 

Your husband shook his head vigorously, looking you in the eye. 

“I’m not. I haven’t been seeing anyone else.” You got a glimpse at your Nanami, the one who’s caring and sweet, the one who holds you when you cry and talks softly when you’re overwhelmed. You see him right now, in the way he assures you there’s no one else. 

“You’re not home. You arrive late, leave at the crack of dawn. Don’t hold our son, don’t touch me. Is this why? Do you have someone else? Do you love someone else?”

“[Y/N], I told you, there is no one else. I’m not seeing anyone,” he sighed, signalling his own exhaustion (as if it wasn’t evident by the way it clung to his face, body, and soul). “I’ve just been busy.” Nanami repeated, turning away from you, to place his glass in the sink.

“Too busy to see your own son?” 

“I told you, I’ve been busy, [Y/N].”

“He’s your son!” 

“This is my job - “

“We’re your family!” 

“Well, you can’t expect me to stay home all the time and cater to your every whim, can you?” Nanami had never yelled. Never in your time together you’d heard him raise his voice at anyone, let alone you. But the man before you couldn’t be your husband because he’d done just that.

“I’m not asking you to stay home and cater to my every whim!” Tears clouded your vision, and you stuttered pathetically, still trying to hold your ground. “I’m just asking you to be more considerate!” The more you spoke, the more you stuttered, the more your tears fell. Nanami, your sweet Nanami, your caring and loving husband would’ve never allowed this years ago. He’d have embraced you and kissed your forehead and wiped your tears. The man before you has no intention of doing that. 

“I have a job to do, [Y/N], I have a duty, I made a promise -” 

“You made a promise to me when we got married!” You wiped your tears away. Or tried to - they wouldn’t stop coming, big lousy tears that ran down your cheeks and made you feel even more miserable. “You made a promise to our son when he was born! And now look at you - you haven’t held him in days!” 

“He’s a baby, [Y/N]. He won’t die from lack of affection from me. God damn it, he won’t even remember it! You’re making a big deal out of nothing!” 

“You say that because you don’t spend time with him! I’m not making a big deal out of nothing; I’m telling you you’re neglecting your son!” 

“[Y/N], he’s a baby!”

“He misses his father!” Now it was you yelling, sleep and rest long forgotten. No, right now, all you wanted was to get to the bottom of this, to once and for all make your husband see reason. “He cries for you because he misses you! I miss you! Your family misses you terribly and all you’re doing is pushing us away!” 

An ear-piercing cry erupted from the monitor next to you. Hell, you probably didn’t even need the monitor. Haibara’s cries were loud and heart wrenching, and you snapped out of your rage fuelled trance as soon as you heard them. 

“Haibara,” you whispered, pushing past your husband and all but flying upstairs. You opened the door to your son’s nursery, and maternal instinct took over as you made your way towards his crib and picked him up. His tiny fists were clenched, and he waved his arms and legs around, crying his little heart out. 

“Shhhh, shhhh…” You cooed softly, taking him in your arms and pressing soft kisses against his forehead. “Mommy’s sorry, my love… Mommy was yelling, wasn’t she? She’s sorry… It won’t happen again my darling, I promise… I’m so sorry…” You cried, cradling his little body against yours.

Upon hearing your voice, his cries subsided, and the baby looked up at you with teary eyes, hands coming up to touch your wet cheeks. 

“Mama?” He asked in that tiny voice of his.

“Yes, my love, mama’s right here. I’m sorry. Mama was yelling, it must’ve been so scary.” You wiped his tears, kissing the top of his head. 

“Mama,” he said again, tapping his hands on your face once more, as if making sure you were there.

“Yes baby, mama’s here. Mama’s right here.”

“Papa?” Haibara looked around, and his lips turned into a pout once more. “Papa?” 

“I’m sorry, my love. Papa’s busy. He’s working hard to keep us safe,” Please don’t cry again, you thought, go to sleep baby, just go to sleep. Mommy needs rest too, especially after today. 

“Papa? Papa?” His cries became more insistent, and you tried your best not to burst into tears again. You felt like a failure. A failure of a wife, a failure of a mother. You felt like the home you tried too hard to build and cherish and fill with love was crumbling apart. 

“Go to sleep baby, okay? Papa’s busy, but he’ll see you some other time. Right now, he needs to rest because he’s been working so hard… And so do you, baby. Just get some rest, alright? Please.”

You sniffled a few times, singing and talking to him slowly, the way you knew calmed him down. “I’m so sorry for yelling honey, so, so sorry… It won’t happen again… How scary it must’ve been for you… It’s alright now, see? Mommy’s here, she won’t yell anymore…” 

You rocked Haibara and placed him so he was lying down in your arms. He looked at you first with a confused gaze, then with a small smile, and finally with a sleepy expression. Your sweet baby boy, who was all furrowed brown and blonde locks of hair, exactly like his father. Your sweet, sweet son, who’d babble in excitement when you twirled him around the living room and danced around as soft music played and knocked his head against yours in a loving gesture. He was your one weakness. You’d do anything for him. 

The love you have for this child is stronger than words can communicate, and you wonder how Nanami can possibly ignore him as easily as he does. 

You rocked Haibara some more, humming a tune you knew he liked. Once you turned around, you spotted Nanami leaning against the door, staring at the both of you in a mix of awe, hurt and sadness.

You returned his gaze, unsure of what to say. 

What even was there to say? 

The life you’d so lovingly built for yourselves seemed to have come crashing down, until all that was left were broken pieces.

Nanami approached you two, with slow heavy steps. Once you managed to get a good look at his face, something inside you broke. 

Nanami was crying. 

Big, silent tears rolled down his cleverly sculpted cheeks, and his eyes drifted to the sleepy baby in your arms. 

And then he did something neither of you were expecting. 

He sobbed. 

Loudly. 

So loud, little Haibara stirred in your arms, looking over to the source of the sound. 

His face twisted in confusion, and his pouty lips parted to utter a single word. 

“Papa,” he babbled, hand pointing in his direction. “Papa. Papa. Papa.” Haibara mumbled over and over again, arms flailing in Nanami’s direction. He twisted his whole body, muttering “Papa” and whining loudly.

“Haibara,” Nanami whispered, hands coming up to cradle his son - an adorable sight, really. Your husband, with his big, strong hands, handling a tiny baby with the utmost care. He held Haibara straight, and cried once the baby knocked his head against his, gurgling in excitement and flailing his arms around. 

“Papa!” If your son was or had been sleepy, he didn’t show it, instead babbling a single word repeatedly, hands either coming up to touch his father’s face, waving around, or clapping. “Papa!” 

You wondered how long it had been since Nanami had held him. It was clear Haibara missed him, and although the sight before you was heartwarming, it still hurt that, for this to happen, Nanami had to ignore his child. 

“My son,” Nanami cradled Haibara carefully, leaning his forehead against the baby’s. “My sweet, sweet son. I have been such an idiot. I’m so sorry…” He kept on sobbing, kissing Haibara all over his face, head, and hands, as if trying to convey his regret in some way. “I’ve failed you. I’m so sorry.” 

It was both heartbreaking and heart enriching. There he was, your husband, finally holding his son, finally apologising, finally making amends. You knew him to be telling the truth. Nanami might be stoic and cold on the outside, but you got to him. You knew him, inside and out. You could tell when he was genuine, and, well, he’d never been more genuine than now. 

Nanami turned to look at you, eyes still puffy from the tears. He shook his head once, then twice, then turned to face his son once again. 

“I’m so sorry… I’ve been neglecting you all this time… My family, my own family… I promised to take care of you…” This confession only made him sob louder. Your son quickly picked up on the atmosphere because he too started pouting, and expressing his discomfort through sounds. 

“Oh -” Nanami was quick to change the baby’s position, making him lie down on his arms. “Shhh, it’s okay. Everything’s fine now, alright? Why don’t you go to sleep and give your mother some rest?” 

“Papa,” Haibara blinked his eyes once and reached up to touch his father’s face. Nanami smiled, holding his son’s little hand in his, pressing a soft kiss against it. 

“That’s right. Papa. Papa’s here.” 

“Pa - pa,” Your son was interrupted by a big yawn. He blinked at his father once again, and quickly turned around, snuggling against his arms and chest. 

There was something about tall and strong 7 to 3 sorcerer Nanami Kento melt while holding a tiny baby in his arms that made you chuckle. You wiped your tears and watched as your husband kissed your son’s forehead one last time, before putting him down on his crib once again.

Nanami made sure to check Haibara’s crib, gazing at him with that adoring look in his eyes, before exiting the room. You did the same and did not need to be told twice - you followed your husband, who was already in your shared bedroom, sitting on his side of the bed and facing the wall. 

Leaning against the doorframe, you stared at him. 

None of you wanted to break the small bubble you’d been immersed in. Although you hadn’t spoken with each other, the last few minutes with Haibara had spoken volumes. It was as if the ocean of hurt and neglect had been breached by the child who was a careful mix of the two. 

And yet, it still hurt to address the elephant in the room. 

You’d hated yelling at Nanami. You’d never done it. And he’d never yelled at you. Not even towards his most eccentric and insufferable coworkers, Nanami dared to yell. He believed arguments and misunderstandings could be solved without raising one’s voice. But he’d gone and done the one thing he promised never to do.

It was Nanami who, after what seemed like an eternity, reached across the ocean. 

“I’ve lost my focus,” he said, still staring at the wall. “I’ve gone and ruined the one good thing in my life.” 

All you could do was listen. You’d waited too long to hear these words. 

“The truth is, I’m scared.” There it was again, that vulnerability in his voice, that softness and truth that reminded you your sweet husband too was human. “I’ve been scared ever since Haibara was born. I want to make the world a better place for him. I don’t want him to grow up surrounded by curses, always looking over his shoulder in fear…” He clenched his fists, only this time, the anger wasn’t directed towards you. 

“I thought if only I worked hard… If only I worked all these extra hours, I'd be making a difference. I’d be protecting my family.” 

You had no control over your body, but it didn’t matter. Your heart would always follow Nanami Kento, and right now, it was telling you to go to him. You stood near the bed, just a few feet away from his sitting figure. 

“You are protecting your family,” you said, just as softly as him. 

“No - no, I’m not. What if something happens while I’m gone? What if I’m not home, and someone gets to you first?” Nanami sighed, voice laced with fear. You could tell he was close to tears once again. “I’ve been so busy trying to take on each and every mission, I forgot to protect my family in the most important way - next to them.” 

You remained silent. 

There was nothing you could come up with. He was right. Those were your words and your thoughts. Then why was it that when they were finally uttered, you felt sadness rather than happiness or relief? It pained to see your husband hurting. 

You sat down next to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder, an encouraging gesture. 

“I miss you…” he continued, tears now running freely. “I miss you two so much… Haibara… Haibara’s growing up without a father… And it’s all my fault…” Hunching over his knees, Nanami took his face in his hands, crying silently. “And you, my love - you’ve been here all this time, working so hard to keep our family together, and I was too blind to appreciate it… I’m so sorry…” 

He then looked at you, and you saw years of your relationship fly by. 

In his eyes, you saw your first meeting. You saw the day he bought you coffee for the first time. Satoru playing matchmaker. You saw your first date, full of nervousness and a fleeting kiss that lasted no longer than a few seconds but was enough to leave you both flustered and breathless. You saw the day he asked you to be his girlfriend, a bouquet of bright pink camelias in his hand. Him holding you close after you’d loved each other for the first time, hands tracing patterns on your back, whispering words of appreciation and love in your ear. 

You saw your wedding day, the first dance you two shared and how he smiled like a fool despite all the teasing from Satoru and his students. You saw him carry box after box, unpacking items and decorating what would later become your loving home. You saw the way he cried in your arms when you showed him the positive pregnancy test, and how he kneeled before you to kiss your stomach. 

You saw him holding your hair back while you puked, always so attentive, making sure you were fine. Him massaging your feet, rubbing your legs and preparing you meals according to your cravings. You saw him hold Haibara for the first time, hazel eyes ever the softest. You saw him sleep with your baby the first few weeks to ensure you had enough rest. 

You watched as he got up earlier and earlier each morning, some of them even going as far as to forget to kiss you goodbye. You saw him arrive later and later, claiming he was “too tired” to eat with you, “too busy” to see your son. 

You saw all of this in a span of just a few seconds. You saw all the love, the regret, the hurt, the pain, the happiness and desire, all of it. You saw the life you had carved together, the house decorated to your and his liking, the way it just felt like home, and lately felt like anything but.

Nanami left the bed and knelt before you, eyes still watery. 

“I’m so sorry,” he started. “I’ve been a neglectful husband. I’ve been taking you and our son for granted.” Slowly, he took your hands in his. You allow him, having missed his warmth, his comfort. “Will you forgive me?”

That was the question. 

Would you?

Could you? 

“You don’t have to answer me right now,” he shook his head, thumbs circling your palms affectionately. “You can take all the time you want. You can think about it, make me suffer all you want - hell, I deserve it, after all that I put you through. Just… think about it. Please. Even if you never forgive me, just know that I am so, so sorry for all the suffering I caused you. I’ve been such a terrible husband…” 

HIs cries don’t seem to subside, and he lays his head on top of your hands. 

It breaks you to see your husband like this. No matter how much you were hurting, no matter how much you missed him and his absence broke you inside, you never wanted to see him hurting.

Instinctively, your hands flew to his hair, caressing it softly, massaging his scalp like you always did during lazy Saturday mornings, when he’s clingy and needy after having worshiped your body thoroughly, or during Sunday afternoons, when you watched your son play with his toys in the garden. 

Nanami’s shoulders sagged, and he rested his head fully on your legs.

You think about what he said. 

Forgiveness. 

Could you ever forgive you husband after all the pain he’s caused? 

After the late nights spent with dread, fearing the worst, after the early mornings devoid of any affection and love, after the distant weekends and inexistent holidays?

But even as you thought this over, your heart had already decided for you. 

You’d walk to the end of the earth for Nanami Kento. And you were sure he’d do the same. 

Delicate hands are placed on the sides of his face, and your husband looked up, a pained expression in his eyes. 

“I love you,” you whispered, hoping that somehow, someway, these three little words would convey just how deep your adoration for this man goes. “Of course I’ll forgive you, Kento.” 

His chocolate brown eyes seem to sparkle, and he holds his head higher. 

“What?”

“I love you. We can fix this. I know we can.” 

“Yes - [Y/N], yes. We can. I can. I will. I promise you.” Kento placed his hands on top of yours, holding them gently. After all, he’s holding the entire world in his hands. 

And although you just want to skip to the good part, you shake your head, interrupting him before he can get too excited. 

“But,” you began, “You need to change. This needs to change, Kento. I… I can’t raise a child on my own. I can’t nurture a home all by myself.”

“Yes - yes, you’re right. My love, I’m so sorry.”

“I won’t ask you to give up Jujutsu Sorcery.”

At this, he seems to tense a bit. You knew how important your husband’s job was to him. After all, he was keeping people safe, making the world a better place. It was terrifying, but it made him happy, and that’s all you could ask for. 

“Just… Be more careful.” These words are uttered with the utmost softness, in fear of breaking the little trance you were in. “You have a wife waiting at home for you. A son. Your family needs you. And I know you’re making a difference out there, but we also need you here. With us.”

“And if some day, you do end up working overtime, just… Please say something. Just to let me know. I don’t want to know your whereabouts all the time, I don’t want to control you. I just need to know you’re safe.”

Nanami nodded. Eagerly. It was as if you’d just told him you would gift him his weight in gold three times. In fact, you’d given him something better than that. Your love. Your forgiveness. To Nanami, getting you back, winning your trust again, that’s what truly mattered. 

“Thank you.” He kissed your hands. “I will. I promise, I’ll change. I’ll be a better husband for you, and a better father to Haibara. My love… My sweet wife, the love of my life… I can’t believe I took you for granted. I was so worried about failing you, I forgot what was truly important. My family.”

“Kento,” you said, shaking your head. Your eyes filled with tears once again. “You have never disappointed us. You will never fail us.”

“If I didn’t work hard enough to clear the world of curses, I would. If I don’t make a difference, I’m letting you two down. I want to protect you. I don’t want to lose you like I lost…” Nanami was unable to finish his sentence. You knew he still felt responsible for the death of his friend. Too responsible. When you suggested naming your son after his best friend, he’d choked up and cried. It is a beautiful tribute, he’d tell you later. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Nonsense.” You spread your legs and pulled him by his face. Nanami quickly got the hint and stood in between them, facing you directly. “You are making a difference, Nanami Kento. You’re making the world a better place. Haibara and I are so proud of you.”

Nanami wept, and you wept with him. He leaned his forehead against yours, and you cried together, not sure of where his tears ended and yours began. You closed your eyes, hands still on his cheeks. 

“I’ve been such a terrible husband. Such a terrible father.”

“It will get better. Promise me you will be better.”

“I will. I promise. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s in the past now, Kento. Let’s focus on the future. Please.”

“I’ll make it better. Cross my heart, [Y/N], I will. I’ll start right damn now, by doing something I haven’t done in a long time.”

Nanami took your chin in his hand, angling you towards him. Then, he leaned forward, kissing you softly. You let out a noise of contentment and kissed him back, hands pulling his face impossibly closer. It’d been a while since he’d touched you, let alone kissed you. You missed this. You missed him. 

You kissed him with the hunger of a starved woman, and he kissed you with all the regret he had. You poured all your sorrow into this kiss, while he tried to communicate just how much he loved you. Your tongues moved in sync, and the kiss felt like home. 

When you eventually parted for air, Nanami opened his eyes, taking you in. Eyes red from the tears, cheeks puffy, lips plump and swollen. He hated seeing you in pain but thought himself deserving of torture for making you suffer this much. 

“I missed you,” he whispered, kissing your lips again, this time quicker. 

“I missed you too,” you replied with what looked like a hint of a smile. You hadn’t smiled in a while. Nanami knew this and chastised himself mentally. Never again would you suffer like him. And never again would he be the cause of your pain. 

“I’m taking the rest of the week off,” he mumbled, staring into your eyes. He’d almost forgotten how they had the loveliest of colours. In fact, they’d become his favourite shade. Waking up to those gorgeous eyes of yours had once been his greatest joy in life. He would make sure to make it a priority once again. “Damn it, I’ll take the whole month off. We’ll spend some time together. Just you, me, and Haibara. How does that sound?”

You giggled. And how lovely was the sound of your laughter.

“That sounds perfect. I’d love that very much. I think Haibara would too.” 

“Yeah? You think so?”

“I know so. He’s been missing you too much. I’m sure he’ll be delighted to spend some time with Papa.” 

“Well, I am ecstatic to spend some time with my little one. And my beautiful wife as well.” This one earned a bigger smile from you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, crashing your lips onto his with vigour. 

Nanami chuckled against your lips, and parted from you, getting up and extending his hand towards you. When you cast him a confused look, he nudged his head towards the en-suite bathroom. 

“I need to wash the day off me. Will you join me? Please?” 

And how could you refuse when he asked you so nicely?

The bath was by far the most relaxing time you’d had the past few months. You sat with your back against Nanami’s chest, and felt the tension leave your body as he lovingly massaged your shoulders and back, placing kisses along the line of your neck. 

You washed his hair, massaging his scalp and putting his hair up in all sorts of weird shapes, earning a few smiles from him. 

You kissed him with slow languid kisses, caressing his jaw, shedding a few tears of happiness, sadness, sorrow. He replied tenfold, whispering words of adoration against your lips. 

It wasn’t sexual or lustful. 

It was caring, slow, loving. It was a man showering his life with love, showing her he cared, showing her he loved and cherished her, and would never again take her for granted. 

Once you two had rinsed off and dried yourselves with towels, Nanami gently applied body lotion in your body, kissing the spots he’d covered in hydrating cream. 

“You smell nice,” he mumbled against his skin. 

He carried you to bed, lying you down and scooting over to you. How you’d missed being held by the man you loved. How you’d missed his weight next to yours, his arms around your waist, pulling you close. You turned to him, nuzzling his torso with your nose, placing your hand on top of his chest. You could feel his heartbeat and relished in it. It meant he was alive. He wasn’t dead in some ditch, all alone and away from his family. He was right there next to you, safe and sound. 

“I’m sorry for getting lost.” You heard Nanami whisper a few moments later, when the world is quiet and dark, when you two were the only souls still awake.

“You’re back now. You came back to us. Thank you for coming back.” You kissed his pectoral, and he kissed your forehead. An exchange. 

“I won’t get lost again. I promise. Not as long as I have you to guide me. You’re my light, [Y/N]. My guiding light. You and Haibara. I love you two so, so much. I would do anything for you. My family.” 

“We love you too. We’re so glad you’re back.”

“And I’m here to stay. I really am. Tomorrow’s going to be all about you two, I promise. I’m sorry I yelled. I’m sorry I said Haibara wouldn’t remember. I wasn’t thinking straight. I was tired. I know that’s not really an excuse, but I promise to make up for that behaviour.”

This is what you loved most about your husband. He was down to earth. He recognised his flaws and worked on them. Whenever he made a mistake, he made sure to apologize for it. Your arguments in the past (although small and dumb compared to today) had never gone unresolved, with calmness and willingness to listen from both parties. You could count on your husband to be the respectful diplomat.

You looked up at him. He had his brows furrowed, the way he always did when he was thinking, the way you’d seen your son do once or twice. He was the spitting image of his father.

“I know,” you said, caressing his jaw. “I’m sorry too. For yelling. For saying all those things. Saying you didn’t care about us. I know you do. You’ve been busy, but –“

“No.” Nanami interrupted you. “Don’t that. Don’t say it’s not my fault. I appreciate your apology, and I understand what you mean. But you were right. I mean, I do care.  You know I do. But I lost sight of what truly mattered.” The cadence of his voice soothed you, and your eyes got heavier as each second went by.

“I was actually going to say, ‘You’ve been busy, but that’s no excuse to brush off your family’. Oh no, Mister, you aren’t getting off the hook so easily.”

Nanami chuckled and kissed your forehead once again.

“You’d never let me, I know.”

A few silent moments went by, with only the sounds of your and Nanami’s soft breathings signalling your presence.

“[Y/N]?” It was quietly ushered, and you’d miss it if you weren’t so connected to this man.

“Yeah?” you replied, just as quietly. It was such a fragile moment. Better not to speak too loudly in order not to break it.

“I love you.”

You smiled.

“I love you too.”

He heard the smile in your voice, and it made him smile too.

“You’re the love of my life.”

“You’re the love of my life as well.”

More silence.

Followed by your husband, again.

“I love our family.”

“I love our family too.”

You snuggled closer, inhaling his scent. It was intoxicating. Musky and manly, and it made you swoon every time. Great choice in body wash – a choice made by you.

“Are you smelling me?” Nanami chuckled, his eyes too closing.

“You smell really good.” Now you were the mumbling one. Nanami had to work really hard to understand what you were saying.

Perhaps the night had run its course.

“Goodnight, my love,” he whispered, placing one last kiss on top of your head.

“Night night, ‘Nami…”

You fell asleep in your husband’s arms with a content smile, and a full heart, and Nanami refused to let you go.

He’d lost focus, been to hell and back, too afraid to let his family down.

But as he held half of his world in his arms (and lovingly thought about the other half, comfortably tucked in his crib), Nanami felt blessed. He’d gotten incredibly lucky, with an amazing woman who loved him for who he was and always made sure to remind him of that, and a son who inspired him to be a better man every day that went by.

As he thought about how wonderful his life was, Nanami smiled.

You and Haibara, his guiding lights.

He would never get lost again.

A/N: That's it! Whew!!! Well, once again, I really hope you guys liked it! I loved writing it - Nanami and angst might be my favourite combination, hahaha. Or anyone and angst. I just really like the feels. Anyway, I hope you guys have an amazing day!

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[hammyballeceter]

Ivar The Boneless

Different

summary - You had been courting Hvitserk, when you’d caught him doing the unthinkable. That’s when Ivar stepped in.

You and Hvitserk had been together for a while, you were in a partner ship but there wasn’t an official label. You were his, and he was yours as far as you were concerned. People knew that, you weren’t quick to be married and you didn’t mind that.

You had definitely fallen for the man you’d known since you were a child having been friends with the young Prince since you were toddlers. He was kinder and more gentle then his peers, so how could you not? You knew of his reputation for bedding numerous amounts of women. He was happy if his belly was full and if there was a lady keeping his bed warm, for years that’s how it went. It hurt you to keep the way you felt under wraps. Until one day you had confessed to him, and lucky for you he had felt the same way.

Recently things hadn’t been going so well, you’d noticed his wondering eye but never thought much of it, well tried not to anyways. He loved you, you loved him. Small arguments started to break out every so often but it wasn’t anything that wasn’t sorted with a kiss. You had thought you were secure and happy. Trying to ignore the little cracks that were beginning to form between you and him.

You’d found yourself becoming friendly with his brother Ivar, finding that when you’d search for Hvitserk, he was out doing something. Ivar would usually be the one to tell you he was out, at first you were weary of the man. He was never particularly kind to you as a child, you’d originally tried to befriend the boy as he was your age, but it was Hvitserk who ultimately won your friendship and then love. But in Hvitserks recent absences you found yourself chatting to Ivar, he was kinder when he was by himself.

——————

“He’s not here y/n, he went out early again” you heard Ivar say as you pulled the door closed behind you, glad to be out the cold but annoyed at the fact it was now the 6th time Hvitserk hadn’t bothered to let you know he was out. You tried to not think anything of it, although an uneasy feeling nibbled away at your stomach. Not wanting to push the man, you always assumed he was with his other brothers. You still respected Hvitserk and his brothers, so if he told you he was out with his brothers then he was out with his brothers, you never pushed.

“Well, I’m bored so can I just stay with you for abit? It’s cold and I don’t want to walk through that snow again just yet.” Truthfully you wanted the company, you’d felt so lonely recently and Ivars company was not so bad. You shrugged your furs from your shoulders, placing them over a spare seat to dry from the snow.

“I’d like that, I’ve been alone all day. Your company seems to be the only one that doesn’t annoy me” his answer caused you to shoot a small smile at him. Taking a seat next to him on the floor, you ran your hand through the furs placed for him and now you to sit on, after shifting abit to get comfortable you finally let out a sigh that you hadn’t realised you’d been holding in.

“I’m unsure as to why your allowing him to get away with this” Ivar questioned, allowing his eyes to wander over your form. He’d only ever been mean to try and fight the feelings he has for you, the day you tried to become his friend he remembers like it was yesterday, and he curses himself for ever being so awful to you. You could of been the one thing in his life he could hold onto. But he was afraid, afraid incase you’d reject him or make fun of him like so many others seemed to do. But you never did, and you never would.

Hvitserk was usually his favourite out of his brothers, but the way his older sibling had been making you feel recently bothered him. It wasn’t fair on someone who was so pure and genuine. Although he wanted the unwavering love you had for Hvitserk to be for him. He also, for once in his life, was putting your feelings before his own. He wanted to hold you, make that drained unsure look on your face disappear. He could tell that everything that was going on at the moment was bothering you more then you let on, but you were to polite to do anything about it, to worried to make someone upset. But you also didn’t want that nagging feeling to be true, to address it would mean you were either extremely wrong and possibly hurt Hvitserk or it was true and your heart would surely shatter.

“Ivar, I’m worried. I’m scared. Recently he’s had wondering eyes, for years he hadn’t even looked in the direction of another woman unless it was to speak to them. We’d always tell each other where we are going but mostly we wouldn’t have to because we’d already be together. We haven’t shared a bed in a while, and when he comes back from where ever he’s been going he’s been off with me, like he’s pretending. What am I doing wrong Ivar? I’ve known him since I was a child.” You felt awful for revealing everything to Ivar knowing the young man already had enough going on. Tears streamed your face, it was the first time you’d allowed yourself to cry. It was a foolish thing to do especially in front of a man such as Ivar. You didn’t want to seem weak.

Instead of speaking Ivar placed a gentle arm over your shoulder, cradling you as you cried. His heart-ached for you. But his anger, oh how his anger was boiling over toward his brother.

You both heard the door open, the familiar voices of Ubbe and Bjørn filled the room but Hvitserks was absent. This only caused more worry for you. They stepped into the room you and Ivar were sat in, noticing your obvious distress.

“Ubbe, Bjørn. Was Hvitserk with you today. Or any day recently for that matter?” Your heart speed up, if there answer was anything other then yes, you were ready to start your own war.

“Sorry y/n, me and Bjørn have been fishing recently. But Hvitserk hasn’t been joining us.” Ubbe had a sympathetic tone to his voice, but no amount of sympathy would stop the blood that was now pumping through your veins as you stood. Any upset you had felt was now turned to adrenaline and anger. It was the only thing that would give you the courage to walk over to Hvitserks home and confront him. You hadn’t intended to leave so abruptly hoping the brothers would understand your predicament.

Ivar watched the door slam behind you, his instant reaction was to pull himself up and grab his crutch and strapping his leg braces up as quickly as possible. He wouldn’t allow you to face this on your own if things went south. Despite the cold he set out after you.

You reached Hvitserks door, finally realising where you were. You hesitated, noticing the glow of candles. He was in. Your heart dropped, unsure of what you were going to walk in on. The gnawing feeling in your stomach now a full raging beast. That’s when you heard the soft dragging of feet behind you, you knew exactly who it was. Ivar.

“I’m here for you. y/n. You don’t have to face this alone.” You’d never been more glad to see his face, he brought a tiny bit of comfort. Which you hadn’t of expected. You nodded at him. Thankful for his presence.

With a shaky hesitant hand you pushed the door open, not bothering to knock. Your manners were put on hold for now. It was dark the flickering candles being the only source of light. But he was home, and your fears became reality. You saw her and him, on the bed you used to sleep in with him, where you and Hvitserk spend many a night making love or cuddling. And there he was now but with another woman. They hadn’t noticed you at first but you saw her naked back and heard his grunts.

Your gentle side had been tossed out the room as you pushed the rest of the front door so hard it caused it to crash into the wall beside it, whilst also nearly taking the large piece of wood off of its hinges. This caused the woman to jump from riding your partner, Hvitserk shooting up from his previous position to see the you. Your head whirled with 100 million things to scream at him, yet you didn’t say anything, you stood in the door way, chest heaving. Making sure to make eye contact with Hvitserk so he could see the fury that bubbled behind them.

With that you stormed off. You needed to be alone.

Ivar allowed you to go, understanding that you were angry and needed time alone. But it didn’t mean he wouldn’t give his brother what for. Ivar was enraged. And Hvitserk would soon know all about it.

“YOU, OUT!” Ivar snarled at the naked woman, as she hurriedly gathered her clothes. “if y/ns ever in the same vicinity as you. You better not show your face. Infact do yourself a favor and never come back” he spat.

Turning his attention to his brother, his eyes narrowed at him. Hvitserk didn’t know where to look, he wanted to find you. But no amount of sorry would ever heal the heart he’d just broken. Instead he had to deal with Ivar.

“You disgust me brother. I’ve never known you to do such vile things” Ivar dragged himself further into the house.

“You are no man, you have a woman’s love and this is how you treat it. especially the love of a woman such as y/n” his voice thick with venom towards his brother. “I hope the gods cruse you and that sleaze” Ivar took his arm and swiped everything off of the table allowing it to break, crash and spill. “You are lucky she will not allow me to hurt you, her kindness still prevails even when she should nail your balls to your eyes!”

three months later———

The heartbreak was soul shattering, it took you nearly a month and half to even consider going out side. Yet Ivar visited you most days, even if you wanted your own space Ivar would sit quietly. Allowing you to know his presence was there if needed. Which you were glad for, he held you when you cried, listened when you needed to talk, and chatted when you needed a distraction. You two became close, becoming the best friends you were meant to be.

Hvitserk had tried multiple times to come see you but Ivar wouldn’t allow it. You needed to heal and he would help you do that. Hvitserk left many a gift at your door, it confused Ivar as to why it was now he was spoiling you, trying to give you the attention that you needed for the last part of your and his relationship now. He was two late. You wouldn’t ever go back to a cheat, Ivar helped you get to that frame of mind, as before you would of crumbled craving to feel the man you loved.

Ivar helped remind you that you were beautiful, although to Ivar you were more then beautiful, you were truly breathtaking. Learning some self love was important right now.

You and Ivar had decided to take a walk, nothing major. There was a feast going on in the great hall tonight so Ivar assured you that there wouldn’t be anyone around. So you wrapped yourselves up in furs and your cloaks and headed out.

It was quiet at first, you weren’t going far due to Ivar using his crutches but it was nice to be outside regardless. It was night and the stars had come out in full force, like the gods wanted to paint the sky especially for you and Ivar.

“Oh how wonderful, Ivar look at the sky! The gods has truly blessed us tonight!” You giggled, clasping your hands together softly. It was a joyous sound and one Ivar had missed dearly. You both took a seat on one of the tables that stood in the middle of Kattegat, and Ivar was finally able to look at the sky. He never cared much for such things but today was different if you wanted him to look at the stars then that is what he’d do, and you were correct, the sky was littered with stars and it was truly breathtaking.

“I need closure” you blurted out randomly, Ivar brought down his head to look at you.

“I need closure so I can move on. I want to know why. It’s been months since I’ve seen his face. And I thank you for helping me take the time to heal. But I want to start moving on. I want to be able to love someone else who’ll love me just as much.” Your looked at Ivar to gage a reaction, he smiled softly at you. His gaze relaxing when he met your eyes.

You and Ivar had decided that he would go to the great hall and get his brother. Rather then you having to walk into a place that would cause you a great distress, at least if you were outside and couldn’t handle it you could just walk away. You sat whislt Ivar went to find Hvitserk.

After about 15 minutes you saw the two men walking toward you, Hvitserk caught your eyes first. You’d expect to want to run away but you didn’t, you were quite happy just sitting there looking at the stars in the quiet. Although a little nervous, seeing Ivar behind him calmed your nerves tenfold.

Hvitserk remained stood whilst Ivar pulled himself up to be sat beside you, taking his fur off and wrapping around your shoulders although you already have your own on, you appreciated the kind gesture. Jealousy was written allover Hvitserks face, as he scowled at his brother.

“Well say something brother” Ivar bit, he rolled his eyes at the other man who remained silent, yet to even mutter a word.

“Ivar, it’s okay. I’ll speak.” You gently placed your hand on Ivars wrist giving it a squeeze. Hvisterk wanted nothing more then for his little brother to go away, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. He hadn’t even been able to see you for three months. His brother forbid it. He’d been nothing but spiteful towards him, which he deserved.

Hvitserk looked at you, hopeful to still see some form of loving gaze toward him but there was none. And his heart sunk.

“Hvitserk, it’s been three long months since you betrayed me and betrayed our love. You shattered my heart into a million pieces. I do not understand if you were so unhappy with being my partner then why not just end things. I now have new worries & insecurities due to your actions, I doubt that I will ever be good enough for anyone anymore. If it hadn’t of been for your brother I don’t know where I’d be now. Probably still fawning after you making a fool out of myself. But, I shall not. You will forever hold a piece of my heart, that I will say. I loved you Hvitserk and a part of me always will. I’m unsure as to if you ever loved me as I could not possibly do the things that you have done to me. But all I ask is why?” Your voice remained a level tone. No hate was spat at the man. You couldn’t bring yourself to be so unkind.

Ivar was beyond proud of you, although he was full of anger toward his brother you remained calm, having seen how you screamed into your furs, how you threw things and how you cried behind the closed door of your hut when it first happened, you had come so far. He could only wish to ever deal with things the way you had just done.

Hvitserk sucked in a breath, almost to stop his voice from wobbling. He had lost you, through his own foolish, greedy actions.

“Y/n my lov-“ he started but you cut him off, “you’ve no right to call me that anymore.” His eyes watered, but he held his composure the best he could infront of you and his brother.

“Y/n, I love you. My gods i love you. But I had been foolish. I had been tempted by a woman and slipped into my old ways, she persisted and I gave in. I have no excuse for doing what I did, and I shan’t makeup one. You deserve better then that. These past three months have been torment. I just wanted to hold you feel your warm flesh against mine again. I had known you were too good for me. I fear you hate me now. I can’t live without you at least speaking to me.” He spoke carefully, his voice timid as if he was getting told off. Ivar scoffed and you placed your hand once again on his arm to stop him.

“I don’t hate you, I don’t hate anyone. As I had said a piece of me will always hold onto you, and it will pain me. But I shall learn to live with it. I will speak to you if the situation permits it but I shan’t make an effort. I cannot hide away anymore. I am friends with Ivar and that won’t stop. Whether you like it or not. I hope you live a happy life. But please promise me, don’t hurt another woman like this. Make sure you love her and you love her hard. Never make her feel the way you have made me feel. Goodbye Hvitserk.” With that you hopped off of the table, and bowed your head. He was to you now a prince of Kattegat and you would respect him as such. But he wasn’t your Hvisterk anymore and you had started to finally come to terms with it.

Ivar followed you back to your hut, you were still so unbelievably grateful for him. So once you got back although late, you set about making the man a warm pie as to thank him for tonight. Ivar had perched himself on your bed as your hut was small and you could see the kitchen from where he was easily enough. He watched you carefully as you made the food and chatted away to him, his heart fluttered at you. He had fallen so unbelievably in love with you, but knew to keep it to him self whislt you went through what your going through, he knew deep down that you were meant to be his. He’d never felt this way about anyone. Your the only person that he would protect wholeheartedly, even against his own brother.

The small space was filled with the warm sent of your baked good, it was warm and cozy due to the fire burning away in the centre. Ivar could get used to this. He’d never known the true feeling of home, always feeling out of sorts around his brothers. But here, he was comfortable. He was warm and he could look at you all he wanted. He’d never understand why Hvitserk did what he did, and in someways he was glad.

He could finally get you to himself.

You grabbed two spoons once the pie had cooled off abit, bringing it to where Ivar sat wrapped in your bed furs. Intending it to be a nice late night treat and a thanks to Ivar.

“It smells delicious” Ivar smiled at you taking the warm pie into his hands so you could slip in next to him. “Why don’t we just use the same spoon, saves on dishes” he laughed, “Ivar I don’t mind washing it it’s just a spoon-“

“No if we share we will do it properly” he said as he scooped up some sweet filling and pastry, holding it up for you to take the first bite. A feeling was brewing as you looked at Ivar, but it was a different feeling, one you hadn’t experienced before. A warm feeling, no rampid butterfly’s. A safe, warm, glowing feeling toward Ivar. You’d soon find out. That it was love starting to form for the man, true love.

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS I ADORE YOUR WRITING!!!

“I need you, why do you always leave me?” With Narinder from Cotl with a reincarnated mortal s/o who always dies young? I’m such a sucker for this kind of troupe oh my lawd

Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!

Ong this trope is so good it hurts </3

Request more angst/horror prompts here!

.......

"Lamb, you must perform the resurrection ritual again."

"Narinder, it's barely been two days.." With a weary sigh, the sheep closed their gospel book, already becoming irritated with their former master's blunt request. "I may have taken your role as death, but even I have my limits. I can't just do that ritual whenev-"

"I had to bury my spouse yet again."

".....oh." A small pit in formed in their stomach, knowing exactly who he was talking about. "Again? What happened this time?"

"Some fool thought it would be funny to dare [y/n] to eat a deadly dish...and they accepted it, only to die puking their guts out." Narinder huffed, although deep inside it killed him to know that your death this time around was entirely avoidable.

He never thought he'd ever care for a mortal..much less one of Lamb's first followers, who somehow kept dying young and became the first one they resurrected.

Your existence has become a never-ending cycle of death and rebirth, and he wondered when they'll finally accept that you're simply not meant to live a prolonged life.

However, now that he himself was in the cult and wedded to you...he saw things differently. From a new perspective.

After you died once right before his very eyes--and not through the Red Crown--he suddenly understood that same grief Lamb endured ugh after they killed one of their spouses, who became mind-controlled by Shamura.

He thought of them as weak.

But not anymore.

Not when it became his turn to suffer in a similar fashion, counting the hours (or days, even) until Lamb could resurrect you.

He lost count of how many times you've died since then, although he knows you aren't trying to kill yourself on purpose. You were very "accident-prone" and sometimes did stupid things that you shouldn't have---such as accepting a dare to eat a "deadly dish" stew.

You might've been a fool for that, but he still loved you.

Unfortunately, not even the golden skull necklace Lamb gifted you provided any protection from death....besides old age, of course.

At least Narinder knew you'd never pass away naturally, but knowing it couldn't spare you from other causes didn't make him feel any better.

"Fine..I will do the resurrection at dawn." Lamb finally caved, understanding how much you truly meant to him. "But you must talk to [y/n] about this. With each rebirth, they slowly forget more and more of their past lives."

"....is that so?" The black feline raised an eyebrow, surprised.

This was new information to him--although he never exactly had the chance to revive somebody over and over, except for his former vessel whenever they foolishly perished during a crusade.

But they were very different.

They were nigh-immortal...you weren't.

"First they forgot how they previously died, then they forgot which shelter they slept it, and then they forgot how to cook their favorite meal...you see where I'm going with this?"

He didn't speak, afraid that his former vessel was correct. But it's not something he wanted to think about at all...even though it's certainly possible.

Suddenly he was beginning to realize the repercussions of the same doctrine that got him exiled over a millennia ago..

"I can't watch over them all the time..as their spouse you're gonna have to step it up, or else...they might-"

"Just do the ritual, please.."

Lamb's ears flicked up with surprise, never expecting Narinder to grovel at their podium. The only other time he acted this way was when he begged them to kill him instead of sparing his life, although it didn't do him much good as they chose mercy.

But this time, they felt a bit of pity for him.

He must truly care about you.

They simply nodded. "I will need more bones."

.........

You found yourself back in a familiar place:

Floating over a glowing red sigil, followers in hoods kneeling all around you, Lamb's eyes glowing with a powerful energy....and you expelling ichor from your body in a rather disgusting display.

You never did get used to puking out this black magical goop.

But once you landed on the floorboards of the temple, you sighed in relief, wiping your mouth on your sleeve before gazing at everyone surrounding you.

"So...what have I missed?"

A few of them uncovered their hoods and greeted you, happy to see you return to the land of the living. Others kept their distance, looking rather annoyed that Lamb decided to resurrect you for the umpteenth time.

One, however, stood there motionless, refusing to remove his own hood.

You looked to him, watching as he approached you, being unsure of his intentions. Although judging from the way other followers hastily moved out of his way...this person must have held great influence over them.

The fact that he had three glowing red eyes was most alluring.

Have you met him before?

Before you could ask him who he was, he suddenly grabbed you by the wrist. "H-Hey! Ouch!" You winced, feeling his claws slightly digging into you as he began dragging you out of the temple.

"Where are you taking me??"

"....stop talking."

His voice was low and quiet, and also....sad?

You were immensely confused by this mystery follower's behavior, especially as he led you to his hut--one that was more decorative than the standard shelters on the other side of the cult grounds.

While you remained silent, you couldn't help being bedazzled by the outside of it, although you didn't have time to really get a good look around the inside.

Because the next thing you knew...

You were pushed onto the bed, with him crawling onto it and laying beside you. Then he uncovered his hood, two long cat ears flicking upwards as his eyes met yours for a brief moment.

And in that split second, you swore they were filled to the brim with tears.

You blinked, afraid to speak considering how angry he sounded just moments ago, but you were even more perplexed when he flopped onto your chest. From his throat, a purring sound rumbled, and you could feel it throughout your entire body....and in your very soul.

"Please..don't do this to me..." His ears flattened.

"Do....what?" Reaching down, you awkwardly placed a hand on his head, slowly petting his fur and hoping it provided him some comfort. "I don't know what's wrong, but..I hope this is okay."

Your uncertain tone only further devastated Narinder. This was exactly how you'd comfort him after his nightmares. He only ever allowed you to see him in such moments of vulnerability, so you never needed to ask for his permission. You would simply do it.

Had you forgotten that, too?

Was that damned Lamb right after all?

Were you forgetting.....him?

"I need you, why do you always leave me?" He mumbled, heartbroken as the tears slid down his cheeks, droplets splattering onto the symbol adorning your ragged shirt. "With each new life, I-I'm...losing more and more of you, [y/n]. I don't know if you are cursed or if it's fate deciding to test me....o-or maybe Lamb's followers wish to see me suffer....but...I'm so tired of watching you die and being unable to do anything about it. I've taken you for granted.."

"................."

".....forget it. You don't even know what day of the week it is..why do I bother trying?" With a sniffle, he reluctantly removed himself from your arms, believing he blew his last chance to save your memories..

Now you were acting like a total stranger to him, and it honestly felt as though you had already died before you even left the temple.

Maybe this was a sign that he needed to stop and move on.

Maybe he simply wasn't destined for love.

Maybe this was karma for all the atrocities committed in his name.

Maybe the next time you perished, no matter the reason, he'll-

"It's easy to forget things like that, Nari...but how could I ever forget the love of my life?"

Blinking through his tears, Narinder felt his breath hitch when your hand gently grasped his own. He looked back at you with astonishment, before glancing down at the matching rings that still adorned your fingers.

Then he gazed into your eyes, seeing your smile.

"You..remember me?"

"Of course I do, you silly kit---woah!!" You were suddenly tackled back onto the bed by your husband, feeling him nuzzling up to you and purring even louder than before.

But you simply giggled and held him closely, petting his fur in a comforting way. "I'm sorry for scaring you...it takes a while for all my memories to come back. D-Did I do anything dumb last time?"

"Just...promise me you'll never accept a dare from anybody again." He huffed, trying to hide the fact he was still sniveling like a helpless kitten.

"Alright." You sighed. "I promise to be more careful. I'll try harder to watch my back, too."

"Do you swear it?"

"...I swear it."

"Good."

#clanask #cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #cotl narinder #cotl narinder x reader #narinder x reader #angst #hurt/comfort #angst/horror prompt

[theostrophywife]

high for this.

masterlist (azriel x reader) author's note: inspired by another song by the weeknd because smoking a blunt with azriel is a concept that i obviously needed to indulge in. warning: drug use and smut. summary: when your older brother bans you from attending the high lord's banquet, you talk azriel into having a celebration of your own with the help of a little mirthroot.

“Are you seriously locking me in a room with Azriel?” 

The setting sun projects pink and golden stripes across your bedchambers while you stubbornly cross your arms and level your gaze at your older brother. As you lean against the railing of the balcony, Rhysand rubs his temples and sighs dramatically.

From this vantage point, you could make out Feyre’s shadow as she milled about the House of Wind with Nuala and Cerridwen trailing behind her. Along with the rest of the inner circle, they were getting ready to depart for the Court of Nightmares where a banquet would be held to welcome the other High Lords. A celebration that Rhys had just uninvited you to thanks to a slight altercation with the High Lord of the Spring Court. 

“You shocked Tamlin with enough lightning to power all of Prythian,” replies Rhysand. “I think it best if you refrain from attending the festivities until you’ve had time to reflect on your actions.” 

You sneer, examining your nails with utter boredom. So what if you used your powers on the spring lordling? He shouldn’t have growled at Feyre if he didn’t want to get hit with a bolt of lightning. Tamlin was practically asking for it.

“Rich of you to say, Rhys. The last time you were in a High Lord’s meeting, you literally took away that twat’s ability to speak.” 

Leaning against the moonstone archway of your private balcony, the amused chortle of the shadowsinger draws your attention. “And you,” you point an accusing finger at your would be babysitter. “You nearly killed Eris, yet you came out unscathed. It hardly seems fair.” 

Rhys shakes his head. “Why do you think I’m keeping both of you in here?” He picks at an invisible piece of lint from the lapel of his jacket, drawing another eye roll out of you. “At least you’re spared from enduring two hours of Beron’s incessant bitching.” 

You grin wickedly as lavender lightning crackles through your fingertips. “Put me in the room and I’ll make sure the Autumn Lord keeps his mouth shut.” 

The High Lord sighs. “That’s exactly what I’m trying to avoid, dear sister.” He drags his gaze between you and Azriel with a weary expression. “Please, I’m asking for one night. Just stay here with Az and try not to get into too much trouble.” 

You plop down on the velvet loungers lining your balcony with a dramatic flourish. “Fine, but it’s going to cost you.”

Weariness laces through his features as he mutters under his breath, “As if I haven’t been paying the price for nearly five centuries.”

“I heard that, you prick.” You shoot your brother a vulgar gesture. “Just know that my next shopping spree at the Continent is entirely on you.” 

“So be it,” Rhys accepts in defeat. He nods at the shadowsinger on his way out. “Keep an eye on her, please and whatever you do, don’t let her fly out of here.” 

You roll your eyes. As if either one of them could even catch you once you took to the skies. You were faster than both Rhys and Azriel when it came to flying and both males knew it. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you reply haughtily, unfurling your wings as you recline back in your seat. “I promise not to burn the house down, if only for Feyre’s sake.” 

On the floor below you, Feyre chuckles and sends you a sympathetic smile. You wink back at your High Lady as Rhysand flies down to her side. 

“Try not to have too much fun without me, sissy.”

She throws her head back in laughter as wings protrude from her back. “Wouldn’t dream of it, love.” 

You watch with a fond smile as your brother and sister-in-law ascend to the skies. As much as you loved giving Rhysand a hard time, you were bursting with happiness that he’d found the love that he’s deserved all along. The fact that it placed another female in his life that constantly called him out on his shit was also an added bonus. 

As they disappear from view, you cross your legs and level your gaze at Azriel. “Now that they’re gone, what should we do first? Raid the wine cellar? Skinny dip in the Sidra? Winnow to the Day Court for a good old fashioned orgy?” 

The shadowsinger shakes his head in amusement. “Would it kill you to have a quiet night in for once in your life?” 

You gasp dramatically, clawing at your neck and pretending to choke. “My throat is closing up just at the thought of it. You know I’m utterly allergic to boredom.” 

Azriel playfully rolls his eyes. “Then I suppose I’ll just have to find a way to entertain you.” 

Now that was intriguing. “I’m listening,” you prompt, gesturing for the male to continue.

With whatever strange power the shadowsinger possessed, he conjures an egg roughly the size of your head from the safety of his shadows. The scaled surface reflects the setting sun, catching the light and gleaming an iridescent color as he cradles the unhatched egg in the palm of his hand. 

“Is that what I think it is?” you ask in amazement, scooting between the couchettes to get a closer look at the invaluable item. 

“A dragon’s egg from deep in the mines of Montesere.” 

Azriel hands you the scaled egg and you carefully turn it over in your palm, examining every unique curve and ridge. When you were younger, you became absolutely obsessed with dragons and even convinced your parents to search for an unhatched egg in the Continent, but never had any luck acquiring one due to the rarity of the object. With the dragon’s numbers steadily dwindling, it was hard to even spot the reclusive creatures, much more obtaining their coveted hatchlings. 

“How did you get your hands on this?” 

Azriel shrugs casually. “I may have slipped a miner a gold coin or two to look the other way.” He watches as you hold the valuable treasure up to the light, a fond smile curving through his lips as you examine it with careful consideration. “I remember how obsessed you were with dragons back when we were younger. You wouldn’t stop spouting random facts about them whenever you could. To the point where Rhys banned you from bringing them up during family dinners.” 

You grin, remembering how much you annoyed Rhysand with your endless tidbits about the creatures. “I can’t believe you remember that. It was so long ago.” 

The shadowsinger grins. “I hope you like it because I’m still finding ash and soot in places they don’t belong.” 

You smile, fingers stilling on the scales as you look up at Azriel. “You went into the mines to bring this back for me?”

He nods. “Couldn’t pass up the chance. Think of it as an early Solstice present.”

The gesture was extremely touching. You couldn’t explain how or why, but the shadowsinger always just knew. Growing up, you and Azriel were the closest. While you cherished your relationships with Rhysand and Cassian, they didn’t understand you quite like Azriel did. 

The shadowsinger was your partner in crime, always getting roped into whatever scheme you fancied in the moment, pranking Cas and Rhys while they cruised for females, and even sneaking out with you at late hours in the night if only to keep you safe while out in the city. Even when his brothers deemed it a buzzkill to have their little sister tagging along to their plans, Azriel always made it a point to include you. 

Despite the contrast of your loud and boisterous nature to Azriel’s quiet and reserved disposition, your personalities somehow just clicked. The two of you were as thick as thieves and you knew you were Azriel’s favorite no matter how many times he complained about you being a pain in his arse. 

To be fair, Azriel was your favorite too. The shadowsinger was your first friend, first person to teach you how to shoot a bow, first male that you’ve ever had a crush on. Even after all this time, you still carried a torch for the dark, broody male. The cliche of falling for your brother’s best friend wasn’t lost on you, but it was impossible to not love Azriel. Especially when he did things like scouring the mines of Montesere just to bring you home a dragon egg. 

“Thank you, Azriel. That’s really sweet.” You hug the present to your chest, carrying it over to the nightstand next to your four poster bed where you could admire it every morning and night. “Now I’ll think of you every time I wake up and go to sleep.” 

Azriel smirks. “I thought you already did that, princess.” You shoot him a vulgar gesture in response to his self proclaimed nickname for you, which only makes him laugh. “I’m hoping this means you’ll be on your best behavior tonight.” 

You snort. “Is the feared spymaster actually trying to bribe me? That’s cute, Azzy.” 

“I’m tempted to go back and fetch you another hatchling if you promise to stop calling me that.”

“Never,” you grin wickedly. “Now come on, Azzy. You promised to entertain me.”

Settling into the cushioned seat beside him, you raise a suggestive brow and pull out a tray from underneath the chair. On its mirrored surface sat a roll of papers, a grinder, and a jar full of the most potent mirthroot in Prythian. You cross your legs as you dump the purple clumps of flower onto the glass, packing it tightly into the grinder as Azriel sighs. 

“I don’t suppose you bought that from the Rainbow.” 

You twist the grinder as it pulverizes the flowers into finer pieces. “Gods, I wish. Good mirthroot is hard to come by nowadays. I paid nearly an arm and a leg for this from a rogue merchant.” 

He crosses his legs, unfurling his wings behind him. “I’m going to take a wild guess that smoking mirthroot isn’t on Rhysand’s list of approved activities.”

You childishly stick out your tongue in response. “It’s medicinal.” 

Azriel raises an amused brow. “What ailment are you suffering from?”

“I’m looking at him right now.” 

The shadowsinger rolls his eyes, but makes no move to stop you as you dump out the crushed flowers onto a slip of rolling paper. He watches in silence as you roll up the spliff, packing it tightly between your slender fingers before running your tongue along the edge of the paper. Azriel zeroes in on the fluid movement, his gaze dipping to your mouth with unabashed scrutiny. 

With a teasing smirk, you spark the blunt with a shock of your lightning and place the roll between your lips. You take a slow drag, inhaling the smoke in your lungs as the sweet, heady taste of mirthroot envelopes your senses. Azriel couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Balancing the blunt between your middle and pointer finger, you offer it to the shadowsinger with a mischievous grin. 

“Do you want a hit?” you challenge. 

The male shakes his head. “I’m good, princess.” 

Displeased by his answer, you blow a ring of smoke towards Azriel as one of his shadows darts through the opening. Mother save him, the husky timbre of your laughter awakens the dark desire slumbering in the pits of his very being. This dangerous attraction he harbors for you was something he’d long tried to bury, telling himself over and over again that you only saw him as a friend and a brother. He was supposed to be watching over you, protecting you, caring for you like Rhys asked, but it was hard to remember his duty when you smiled at him like this.

“Come on, shadowsinger. Live a little.”

“I don’t partake in anything that may alter my mind,” he states matter of factly. “As spymaster, I need to be alert at all times.” 

You roll your eyes in response. “Oh please. I’m really supposed to buy into that clean cut warrior bullshit? Like I don’t know all the trouble you, Rhys, and Cas got into when you were still in the camps.” 

Azriel chuckles. “Maybe, but that was a long time ago. I’m not the reckless male I used to be.” 

“Damn right. That Az was a lot more fun.” He scoffs, feigning a hurt expression. “I know you’ve smoked it before. What’s the harm in having a little puff now?” 

Despite his long suffering sigh, a grin breaks out on Azriel’s handsome face. “Fine, but if Rhys asks, this was all your idea.” 

Scooting to the edge of his seat, you swing your legs underneath you while the shadowsinger takes the blunt from between your slender fingers. He examines it for a moment before bringing it up to his lips and taking a long drag. The winged warrior’s head rolls back while he inhales the smoke and his long, dark lashes flutter against his sharp cheekbones as he allows the mirthroot to dull his senses.

Azriel hums in satisfaction and the pleased sound sweeps over you like the rumble of an oncoming storm. He lazily opens one eye, grinning when he sees you watching him. 

“Like what you see?” he asks cockily.

Your face heats, but you roll your eyes nonetheless. “The sight of the infamous shadowsinger taking that stick up his arse to have fun with me? Absolutely.”

He sticks his tongue out before taking another drag. “Only you could peer pressure me into getting high while I’m supposed to be keeping you out of trouble.”

“It’s not my fault that the big, bad spymaster has a soft spot for me.”

Azriel flicks your nose. “One that you shamelessly exploit.”

You steal the blunt from his fingers, inhaling deeply while his shadows swirl through your wrist. “What are you gonna do, Az? Take me down to that dungeon of yours and punish me?”

The shadowsinger’s eyes darken for a brief second before he chuckles darkly. You can’t tell if it’s the mirthroot or your close proximity, but something shifts in the air between you and Azriel, a building pressure that grows heavier the longer you’re around him. He swipes the spliff from you and carefully places it between his parted lips with a raised brow.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re nothing but trouble?”

You grin, sprawling your limbs over his legs and settling your head between his lap. “Don’t act like you don’t love being my partner in crime.”

“Someone has to keep you in line,” he replies. 

With the back of your hand pressed against your forehead, you pretend to swoon. “My knight in shining armor. What would I ever do without you, Az?”

“Smartass.” 

Electricity crackles through your fingertips as you send a soft pulse of your power through Azriel’s leg. The shadowsinger yelps in surprise and almost drops the blunt, rolling his eyes in amusement as you catch it between your lips with a wink. 

“You’re lucky you’re my favorite, princess.”

Roughly twenty minutes later, you and Azriel were both higher than Mount Ramiel, gazing up at the stars and pointing out obscure shapes within the constellations. 

“That one looks like a centaur!” you exclaim, lifting the spliff up to the cluster of stars above you. 

“How the hell is that a centaur? It looks like a blob to me.” 

“You just lack the imagination, you giant Illyrian baby. That’s clearly a head and look!” you jab Azriel in the ribs with your elbow, causing the shadowsinger to groan dramatically. “If you squint, that’s a horse’s arse right there.” 

Azriel bursts out laughing, his typically serious expression replaced by a wide grin and red-rimmed eyes. It was comical to see this side of him. The shadowsinger was always so composed and controlled, the perfect picture of the menacing warrior that the rest of the realm viewed him as, but right now as he doubles over in laughter, all you saw was your best friend letting loose for once. 

“We should do this more often,” you state, shifting in Azriel’s lap. He hums in agreement, stirring underneath you as he takes another hit. 

You blink, watching as he takes the blunt between his lips, inhaling generously before releasing a puff of smoke that wafts across your open balcony. With his wind blown hair and glazed golden gaze, you can’t help but ogle Azriel. Gods above, no one should appear this attractive while smoking mirthroot. Anyone else would have looked like a sweaty, strung out mess, but not this male. Azriel was absolutely mouthwatering, which was saying a lot given the fact that you currently had cotton mouth thanks to the mirthroot.

The shadowsinger notices the hitch in your breathing and his free hand toys with the hem of your shirt, slipping his scarred fingers beneath the thin fabric. As the mirthroot reaches its peak, you can feel the hazy effects of the drug taking over your senses, clouding your mind with a thick fog of euphoria. Azriel continues to caress you lightly, smirking when you lean into his touch. 

It’s a dangerous game that he’s playing. Touching you like this was wrong, so wrong, but it felt right even though it barely scratched the surface of where he wanted his hands to be. Your skin feels like silk underneath his calloused fingers and he swallows thickly as a soft, shallow breath emits from your parted lips. He wanted to devour you, take you apart until it’s his name falling from those lips, but you were both high and he didn’t want anything hindering his thoughts when he kissed you for the first time. No matter how badly he wanted to right now. Azriel blinks, attempting to collect himself and tampering down his greedy desire. For now, the expression of utter bliss on your face would have to satiate his need.

“Are you ready, princess?” he murmurs softly. Your eyes widen in surprise, blinking up at him through the fog of lust clouding your thoughts. 

“F-for what?” you ask, the blush blooming high upon your cheeks as your eyes turn upon him, wild and flustered. 

Azriel smirks. He loves seeing you like this, blushing fiercely and slipping out of your usual swagger and confidence to don a doe eyed shyness that was rarer than the egg he gifted you with. 

For a second, he allows himself to imagine what you’d do if he leaned down and kissed you. Azriel would bet all the gold in the Night Court’s coffers that you’d fit perfectly in his arms, tasting of heady mirthroot and sweetwine, melting into him as he takes your face in his hands, but he stops himself before his imagination gets the best of him. 

Instead of indulging himself, Azriel flicks the butt of the spliff and sends ashes scattering all over the moonstone floor. “The blunt. It’s almost out. I think it’s got a hit left, at best.” 

You wave a hand, gesturing for him to finish it off. “Just charge me.” Azriel pauses, toying with the blunt between his lips. He raises a brow, which causes you to roll your eyes in response. “Oh relax, Azriel. I promise I won’t bite.” 

The damned smirk on Az’s face sends goosebumps throughout your skin. He inhales the last of the smoke, holding it in his lungs as he trails over to you. Sitting upright, you half expect Azriel to back out, but instead, his hands find the back of your neck, angling you towards him before nudging your mouth open with his thumb. 

You gladly oblige, feeling a sweep of heat travel through your entire body. Azriel’s mouth barely grazes yours as he exhales the smoke between your parted lips. His warmth, his touch, and his scent washes over like a flood. That golden gaze meets yours, holding you in place as though he was challenging you to cross over that gray area within your friendship. 

While you’ve always been more forward than Azriel, something made you hesitate. You flirted with him plenty of times, dropping a suggestive remark followed by a wink here and there, but you’ve never actually acted on your words. For one, you really didn’t feel like dealing with the shitshow of a reaction Rhys would have if he ever found out about the feelings you harbored for one of his closest friends. And two, you weren’t sure you’d be able to handle the fallout if Azriel didn’t feel the same way about you.

You open your mouth to say something, anything, to crush the tension. Luckily, the grumbling of your own stomach beat you to it. Azriel laughs as he holds out a scarred hand. 

“Come on, princess. Let’s get you some food.” 

You really fucking loved chocolate cake.

More importantly, you loved whatever strange power the Cauldron granted to your sister-in-law to make the House of Wind conjure desert by simply asking for it. With Nesta and Cassian watching over Nyx at the River House, there was no one around to judge you for being high off your arse and tearing into the desert as though your immortal life depended on it. 

No one except Azriel, who was currently more inebriated than you at the moment. 

The Illyrian warrior dips a finger into the chocolate cake, licking the icing off with a satisfied hum while you teeter beside him. The sexual tension from earlier still lingers between you, but it was momentarily eclipsed by hunger. 

“Use a fork, you barbarian.”

The shadowsinger shoots you a vulgar gesture in response, which makes you howl with laughter. You take a swath of icing and smear it on his cheek before running off into a sprint, giggling as he chases you across the kitchen. Azriel waves his sticky hands as he corners you into the dining table, swiping icing and chocolate on your nose while you squeal in protest. 

“I really fucking love cake,” Azriel deadpans. 

“Truer words have never been spoken.”

Without giving it much thought, you cradle his face in your hands and lick the chocolate off his cheek. Azriel stills as you shift atop the wooden surface of the table, scarred hands clamping down on your wrists as shadows swarm all around you. He settles between your legs, warm breath fanning over you as a devilish grin spreads across his handsome face. It takes every ounce of restraint for Azriel to maintain a small gap between you. 

“Do that again and I won’t be able to help myself from taking what I want, princess.”

You inhale sharply as electricity crackles between you. Lavender lightning kisses your fingertips, wreathing itself through your wrists in response to the challenge in Azriel’s stare. The way he was looking at you like he intended to devour you makes the dark, rumbling power come alive in your veins. 

The tension between you builds to a crescendo as Azriel examines you with a ravenous grin. Hazel eyes sweep over you, taking in your flushed cheeks, slightly parted lips, and that twinkling lavender gaze that seems to beckon him forth like a magnet. You were breathtakingly exquisite and devastatingly seductive. His own personal brand of poison. 

He shouldn’t - he knew he shouldn’t, but when you look at him like that, Azriel couldn’t resist.

“Then take it,” you rasp, never once faltering as your gazes meet.

With your permission, Azriel grabs your face between his hands and crashes his lips onto yours. The sweetness of the icing clings onto his mouth, but you didn’t mind the taste. The kiss was hot, desperate, and full of need like you’ve both been thinking about this moment for gods knew how long. You gasp as Azriel grips the tops of your thighs and yanks you closer to him. 

The shadowsinger settles between your legs and you greedily wrap them around his trim waist. Azriel groans into your mouth as his scarred fingers grip the back of your neck, tilting your head up so he can taste more of you. His wicked tongue slips past your parted lips while you fist his hair in your hands. 

You’re frantic to feel more of Azriel against you, clawing at his back to take off his shirt while he kisses below your jaw, sucking harshly enough for it to mark. The aftereffects of the potent mirthroot heightens your senses and your body crackles with electricity while the shadowsinger knocks the plates and cups off of the dining table and presses his bare chest against you. Azriel is displeased to find fabric separating you and he’s unlacing your corset with such speed that it falls to the floor before you could even blink. With your torso exposed, he wraps you in a warm embrace and you claw at his back from the sensation. The skin on skin contact ignites your entire body. Azriel hikes the hem of your skirt past your thighs, watching as you shamelessly throw your head back and moan.

“Do you even know how long I’ve thought about this?” Azriel murmurs, nipping at your ear while his rough hand slides up your thigh. “The things I’ve imagined doing to you. Look at me, princess.” He pauses just below your lace panties and you buck at his hand while he chuckles, low and dark and dangerously seductive. “If I touch you, I don’t want it to be because you’re high off of mirthroot. If I touch you, I want you to know that its because I’ve loved you since the first moment I laid eyes on you.”

Your heart swells at the sight of this beautiful male. So perfect yet so unaware of how much he consumed your very being. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m embarrassingly, ridiculously, and head over heels in love with you.” 

You grip his wrist, staring at him with an unwavering gaze. “No amount of drugs will change the fact that I’ve wanted you since I knew what it meant to want a male.” Azriel growls as you direct his hand to the growing slickness dampening your lace panties. “I want you, Azriel. Whether I’m sober, drunk, or high off my ass, it’s always you.”

Relief floods the shadowsinger all at once. He’d spent centuries resisting this desire, afraid that you wouldn’t feel the same way about him, but one look at your soft, lavender eyes and he was overwhelmed by the sincerity swimming in your gaze. 

Try as he might to fight it, Azriel has always known. You were his and he was yours. It was written in the stars. 

“It’s always been you for me, too.” Azriel states as he cups your cheek. “My partner in crime.” 

“And your favorite.” 

The shadowsinger chuckles. “And what does my favorite want now?”

You grin. ”I want you to kiss me, Az.”

Azriel didn’t need to be told twice. The kiss is sweet at first, full of tender care while he softly pushes you backwards onto the dinner table, but all bets are off as soon as you bite down on Az’s bottom lip. He growls, yanking your panties down in one swift move. You shudder as his hand palms your exposed cunt. 

You grip the edge of the wooden table, cake and icing squishing between your fingers as Azriel runs his digits over your slit. He laughs as you flick chocolate off your wrist and one of his shadows brings your hand up to the Illyrian male’s mouth as he licks away the remnants of the icing. The sight is sensual and has you pressing your thighs together at how sexy this male was without even trying. 

“The cake is delicious, but I bet you taste even sweeter.”

A shiver shudders through your wings as they flare behind you. The only warning Azriel gives you comes in the form of a smirk before he’s kneeling between your legs and devouring your pussy like he’s been starved for centuries. 

A scarred hand clamps down on both sides of your hips, holding them in place as your back arches off the wooden table. The sticky remnants of desert are all over you and Azriel, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“We’re making a mess,” you breathe in amusement, gasping as Azriel prods his tongue between your flaps and laps up your dripping arousal. 

He smirks against your skin before dragging icing through the inside of your thighs. Mischief twinkles in those caramel eyes while he kisses the side of your knee. 

“I guess I’ll just have to lick you clean then.”

A male of his word, Azriel delivers on the promise and feasts on you until you’re cuming not once, but twice on his tongue. His skilled tongue devours any trace of the icing from the inside of your thigh and you shiver as he does so without breaking eye contact. As you come undone above him, Azriel savors the way your features contort with pleasure, all heavy lids and swollen lips while the back to back orgasms rack through your beautiful form. 

Feminine wings splay out across the table and he gently caresses the lavender membrane, so soft and lovely underneath his touch. The fond smile on Azriel’s face tugs at your heartstrings. You were a fool to ever try to deny yourself of this male. 

“Az, please,” you breathe, cupping his cheek. “I need you.”

Azriel kisses you softly and you moan into his mouth, fingers undoing the front of his leathers as he shrugs out of his clothing. His cock springs free from its constraints, long and thick just as you imagined it would be. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of Azriel in all his naked glory. 

His tall, powerful form, those broad shoulders and solid chest, the perfectly sculpted abs, the battle scars marring his beautiful golden brown skin - you wanted it all. 

“Are you sure, baby?” A glimpse of the Azriel you knew and loved shines through, always putting your needs above his own. 

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, Azriel.”

The shadowsinger smiles, dipping down to give you a soft kiss before lining himself up towards your entrance. With his forehead pressed against yours, Azriel carefully slides into your pussy. Your mouth falls slack as you adjust to take in his length, gasping at his considerable size. 

Azriel watches your face with rapt attention, brushing stray strands of your dark hair to the side while he fills you to the hilt. He nuzzles his nose against yours with endless patience even though his entire body was aching to move, to fuck into you until you were screaming his name. 

“You’re so big, Az,” you groan as he holds your hips in place. “It feels like you’re splitting me apart.”

“I’ll be gentle, princess.”

You open your eyes, watching this male hovering above you. His golden brown skin is covered in a light coating of sweat, giving him an angelic glow and making his raven locks stick to his sharp cheekbones. You’ve waited too long for this. You didn’t want Azriel to hold anything back. You want him to unleash all of the pent up tension and show you how much he really wants you. 

“Don’t, Azriel. Never lessen yourself for me,” you breathe, cupping his cheek. “I want all of you. Even the parts that you’re scared to let anyone else see. You and I, we’re one and the same. I know you. I see you. I understand you. You don’t ever have to hold back with me.”

Azriel growls, scarred hands gripping the wood so tightly that you wouldn’t be surprised if he broke the table in half. 

“I fucking love you,” the shadowsinger declares. 

You smile, leaning up to kiss him. “I fucking love you too, Azriel.”

Lightning meets shadow as your bodies intertwine, light and dark, day and night, a match and an opposition in every way, dancing while your very souls merged into one. Azriel was the beginning, middle, and end. 

You cling onto him for dear life while his strokes awaken the thrumming power in your veins. The shadowsinger’s hips snap to yours at a relentless pace, unleashing all of himself and holding nothing back. 

“Fuck, Az. Right there,” you whine as Azriel’s tip hits the sensitive spot that threatens to make you come undone. He ruts his hips into yours and you cry out at how good it feels, how right it was to have him filling you over and over again. “Gods, don’t stop baby.” 

Azriel snarls, kissing you deeply as your lips meet with a clash of teeth and tongue, devouring one another like you were trying to crawl into each other’s skin just to feel the closeness you were both craving. 

“So close,” Azriel moans into your mouth. His strokes cause your legs to shake as the pressure builds up in your lower abdomen. “You’re so wet and tight. I could stay buried in you for hours, princess. But I know you want to cum.” 

You whimper as his shadows find your clit and nipples, the cold whisps heightening the pleasure and making you feel overstimulated. The sensuous touch is dark and erotic, a seductive caress over your body. Azriel groans when the scent of your arousal wafts up to him, utterly turned on by the fact that you’re unraveling with the help of his shadows. 

“Let go baby, I’ve got you.”

As if on command, the most intense orgasm racks through your body. Lightning wreaths through your wings and Azriel’s own peak reaches soon after. He swiftly pulls out of you with the intention to spill his seed onto your stomach, but you grip his hips and pump his cock into your mouth, swallowing every drop of his cum while you look up at him through your lashes. 

The curses that fall from his lips is the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. Azriel’s hazel eyes glow golden, biting his lip at the absolutely filthy act of you getting on your knees and sucking him off like he was your lifeline. He pulls you up to his chest, not hesitating to kiss you even though his taste lingers in your mouth. 

“I didn’t want you to have all the fun,” you say with a wink. 

Azriel chuckles. “Gods, you’re going to be the death of me.” 

“Too bad. You’re stuck with me now.”

The shadowsinger wraps you in his arms, pressing a gentle kiss on your temple. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, princess.”

By the time Rhys and Feyre returned, you and Azriel had fallen asleep under the stars in your balcony. After cleaning up the mess that you made in the kitchen, you retired to your bedchambers and took a long bath which ended in slow, gentle sex where you explored one another’s bodies without any rush. Having satisfied the initial tension during your kitchen escapade, it was easier to exercise patience instead of clawing at one another out of need. 

Needless to say, the eventful night left both of you knackered, but neither one wanted to sleep for fear of missing a single second of this magical shift in your relationship. You spent the rest of the night talking about anything and everything with you cuddled into Azriel’s arms like it was your own personal safe haven. 

That’s how your brother and sister-in-law found you, nuzzled into Azriel’s neck with his wings curved protectively around you. The impact of Rhys and Feyre’s landing stirs you from your sleep and you blink drowsily into the twilight. 

“I’m surprised to see that the House is still standing,” Rhys states sarcastically. “Anything interesting happen while we were gone?” 

You share a look with Azriel and bite back a laugh. Rhysand furrows his brows while Feyre surveyed you then Azriel, then you again. Her eyes widen with realization. 

“What is it, Feyre darling?” The High Lord looks utterly confused. His gaze darts down to Azriel’s boots. “Why is there cake on your shoes, Az? And why does it smell like-“ Rhys blanches as Feyre grips his shoulder. 

“For fuck’s sake!” Your older brother exclaims. “You were supposed to be keeping an eye on her, Az.” 

“I’m sure his gaze never left hers this whole night,” Feyre says with an amused smirk. 

You cross your arms. “That’s not helping, sissy.” 

Your sister-in-law holds her hands up. Azriel’s wing curves around your shoulder like a shield and Rhys instantly clocks the gesture. 

“Don’t blame her. I’m the one who started it.” 

A blatant lie. One that your brother clearly sees right through, but his face softens as the silence stretches and you knew then that the two males were having a silent conversation, mind to mind. Whatever Azriel says to him seems to lessen the blow. 

“I’m not thrilled at the prospect of my sister dating my best friend, but I can’t say it’s the worst thing in the world,” Rhys concedes. Stars wink into existence within his violet gaze as he levels an intimidating stare at Azriel. “I’m sure I don’t have to remind you of what will happen if you hurt my baby sister.” 

You roll your eyes. Despite the fact that you were five centuries old, Rhysand would never stop seeing you as his bratty baby sister. 

“I know, Rhys. You’ll skin me alive and hang me by my wings.” 

The High Lord smirks. “I doubt it would even get that far, Az. She’ll fry you from the inside out if you ever step out of line and Feyre and I will deal with what’s left.” 

“My mate and his flair for the dramatic,” Feyre says with an eye roll. She clasps you and Azriel’s hands into her own, squeezing giddily. “I, for one, am happy that this is finally happening. I’ve been rooting for you two since day one.“ 

Rhys scoffs. “Whose team are you on, Feyre darling?”

“Sissy’s, obviously,” she responds as she winks at you. “Now come Rhys, let’s leave the lovebirds alone.” 

You watch in amusement as Feyre herds Rhys towards the open air, but not before your brother sends you a reprimand through your mental shield that you respond to by sticking out your tongue. Azriel chuckles while you watch the High Lord and Lady fly away. 

“What did you say to Rhys?”

Azriel pulls you to his chest and kisses your hair. “I told him how much I love you. I promised to protect you, watch over you, and put your happiness above my own. Always.” 

“What did my dear brother have to say about that?”

He only grins. “Rhys said he knows, because he’s witnessed me do it for nearly five centuries.” 

That brought a smile to your face. “Did he have to be that dramatic about it?”  

Azriel cradles you in his arms, smirking slightly. “No, but I’m afraid it runs in the family, princess.”

“You’re lucky I like you, Az.” 

“You love me.” You giggle, nodding in agreement as he kisses your nose. “And I love you.”

“Love you too, my partner in crime.” 

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[ykiwrite]

priorities

description: you end up tangled in the accident. how will jenna take this?

words: 1.2k

*requested by anon

Two things kept manifesting in Jenna's mind throughout this shooting.

You.

Sleep.

You?

Some more sleep. Here you are once again.

She never lied about her love for acting but it was just one of those days. Lines were particularly hard to remember, retakes were in dozens and the crew kept picking on her mistakes.

On top of that, there were few hours left of work that dragged on tortuously slow. But she wanted this role and she got it. Another horror plot but without any mentions of Wednesday thankfully. Fresh start was needed.

"Good job guys. Let's take a break. One more and we're closing it off," let the director be known with a clap of his hands.

Jenna let out a weary sigh. Her face relaxed and the scripted character left her mind in an instant.

Slap on her shoulder broke her out of the trance that kept her unconsciously stuck on the spot. Turning her head hastily and realizing who it was, she silently wished someone else was casted instead.

"You good? Wanna maybe take a break with me and the guys over there?" asked the guy she didn't really try to catch the name of these past days.

"Yeah, uh, i'll just go outside for a breather alone if you don't mind." Sprinkled with the best false smile she could've mustered up right there.

"That's fine but let's say coffee's on me?" said the guy with a spark of hope that was quickly smothered by her phone ringing.

Not really leaving any room for his answer her hands were quicker and steps advancing with a mind of their own. She didn't really care who was calling as long as it bailed her out of this situation. Without sparing a glance she swiped to answer.

"Hello?"

"Jenna?" echoed on the other side.

The feeling of hearing your voice combined with the fresh outside air gave her five more years of life down the line.

"Thank god it's you. Called just in time," she told you with relief. Knowing the problems will melt away by themselves because you said so.

"Really? No problem but uhh- I'm kinda..." you stopped your sentence with a shaky exhale. And the fact only traffic noise could be heard further annoyed her wait.

"You're kinda what?"

Another exhale, "I just might be in a hospital bed right now. It's nothing serious though. That's why i called."

For some unknown reason, your wording made it sound like it's an everyday thing she should not worry about. If it were not the panic would most likely be over the roof. Now, it's a bit below that stage.

"You're where? What, why? Are you okay?" she uttered quickly.

With a poor attempt to calm her down, you said "No don't worry, i'm great. If i were not, i would not call you, right?"

There was a scared smile behind your phone and the absence of words on the other side made it worse. No one can blame you for not wanting to burden her.

"Are you kidding me? You're even making jokes right now? Where are you?"

And just like that she didn't let another second slip by before she was staring at the room's hospital number.

279

Ironic, she thought.

She genuinely tried to be nice to everyone that spotted her on the way to you but she simply could not waste any more time. She pushed the door open not knowing what to expect upon seeing you. How bad is it? Did you barely get out alive? Can you walk? Breathe? Stress was taking her apart piece by piece.

What made the weight fall off her heart for the slightest bit was seeing you act like it was Sunday evening and you just occupied your shared living room with no care in the world. Seeing the TV mounted high up in the corner with some movie playing.

Only your hand in a cast and hospital's repellent uniform with happy motives all over it brought her back to earth and the worry struck again.

She didn't leave you a chance to take her in before she basically teleported to your side, continuously repeating the question of what went down.

"Car accident. Not my fault though, i have license for a reason," you tried to blend in a joke but Jenna was not having it. At all. Instead, she pulled the offered chair closer and sat next to you. Your free hand never unlinking with hers. This was the last straw of her day. You generally don't have the need to be thankful someone survived an accident if you're lucky.

But Jenna did. For the first time and her mind is currently not present.

"Jenna?" you shook her gently but strong enough to break out of the stare she holds somewhere in the distance.

She moved her soulless gaze to look at you which made you discover her eyes were red from the tears. The ones she never acted out by the script. Especially in an empty room with you next to her.

You understand. You do. Her reaction does not differ far away from what yours would be if the position switch. Reasonably she was worried. Terrified and head filled with various outcomes of this.

Still, you pushed the rosy persona to speak instead of your true one, "No, no, no. Jenna, love, don't do this. I'm fine i promise you."

Well, that persona did not hold up for much longer before it shattered and you were back to true self. One that matched hers. With your shaky speech of an attempted comfort that reached the point where you had no idea what you were even saying. Tears escaped as you realized "Yeah, this could have been a very bad ending. But it's not. Maybe it is? Maybe this is heaven and Jenna is here for a last visit."

With such wariness that was needless because it was Jenna, you slowly extended your hand that reached her tear stained cheek. You wiped them away leaving a trail of actors' makeup behind. There was no tension or excessive silence. Only monitors beeping that neither of you acknowledged at this moment. Room was dimly lit which only added to both of your appearances. Causing you to capture each other in the sheerest emotions that are not easily shared.

The other hand removed yours just to create a clear pathway for falling into your chest. Jenna was longing for this but not here. On an outdated chair but oddly comfortable bed with an awkward position.

"Come up here," you said as you freed the space for her to join you. "Let's watch TV or something."

"No, we don't have to. I mean unless you want to." Her intentions were bright as a day through the way she burrowed impossibly closer to you. Locking you in her grasp.

You stared at the clock on the wall in silence. Not sure if Jenna's up for talking it out or not yet. "Also, i'm sorry for crashing our car and taking you off the set. I know how much you wanted that movie-"

The words made her look up in disbelief, "Can you not apologize for that? It's not even your fault to begin with. Did they drug you with something that heavy?"

You weakly laughed at her, "Yeah, your love they said. A lifetime dose."

Jenna let out the biggest sigh of embarrassment upon hearing it. But not without a smile following right after. "You're sooo...whatever."

It just further approved to her you're back to being you.

notes: society if i could write one single story that doesn't have unnecessary "i love you so much" moment like this one at the ending

hope u enjoyed and thanks for the request🖤 and i am SO SORRY for being so slow with this i was just ultra busy behind the screen

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[missmeinyourbones]

satoru gojo x reader (wc: 1.4k+)

cw: angst to fluff, the girls are fighting, reader is referred to as “m’lady” in a joking manner 

The sudden clearing of your throat almost startles him, almost.

You stand in the doorway of the living room, leaning against the wooden frame with your arms defensively crossed at your chest. You look tired, and Satoru knows that it’s because of him. 

He watches your weary and unimpressed eyes move between him and the sofa.

“Like the setup?” His voice wavers, almost as if he’s trying to make you laugh while simultaneously attempting to keep his voice at a moderate level.

As he speaks, he gestures to the makeshift bed he’s created on the couch. His pillow is propped up against the armrest of the sectional, the blanket that usually decorates your ottoman carelessly thrown over the place where his body plans to lay for the night. 

Your face remains deadpan aside from the slightest raise of your eyebrows as you dryly nod, “Nice.”

After a stupid fight about a forgettable issue, Satoru was sentenced to the doghouse, as he’d put it. You told him to find another place to sleep, that you weren't laying next to him after an argument that left your throat raw and head spinning.

But there’s something about his somber eyes boring back at your own as he attempts to make himself comfortable on the stiff sofa, something about the way he lays down with a strangled groan as his feet hang off the far too small piece of furniture, that leaves the familiar feeling of bile singeing your chest. 

You sigh as you turn your back to him, slowly and deliberately, as you begin to descend back towards your bedroom. When you don’t hear his clunky footsteps trailing closely behind you, you peek over your shoulder with an irritated glare.

“Are you coming or what?”

Satoru perks up like a dog hearing it’s name being whistled, eyes practically shooting stars as he abruptly sits up from his spot on the couch. He silently watches you for a few moments, eyes cautious and suspicious as he wordlessly seeks your intentions. 

When your eyebrows raise in annoyance once more, he finally speaks up, “You’re serious?”

You simply shrug before turning your back to him and continuing down the hallway, “Better figure it out before I change my mind.”

Like clockwork, his footsteps follow behind you. Not too close—in fear of biting the hand that feeds him, he treads lightly as he makes his way to your shared bedroom. 

You don’t spare him a single glance as you wordlessly climb into bed, making yourself comfortable on your designated side. Satoru follows your lead. The air is heavy with tension as he settles into his spot, shuffling around a few times before finding a position comfortable enough to remain still. 

All is well enough, until you feel a familiar warmth dance along the bone of your hip. 

“No,” you're quick to bite, removing Satoru’s hand from your body as if it were a scolding pan you’d accidentally brushed against.

“You don’t get to touch me,” you harshly enunciate—maybe you were a fool to think he would assume the obvious. 

The room falls silent for a long, grueling moment as Satoru processes your scorching words, his hand still in the air and hovering from where it was curtly shoved away from your skin. 

“Then what’s the point?” his voice has the audacity to ricochet through the stillness of the room. 

It’s dark, but Satoru doesn't need to see your face to practically feel your eyes rolling back with aggravation. 

“The point,” you snap, “was for you to go to sleep and wake up without a sore back.”

He blinks dumbly a few times at your words, before feeling a slight shove that pushes him even further towards his lonely and barren side of the bed—now laying on his back, the sheets feel cold and foreign on his skin. 

“But if your only goal was to touch me,” you spit, shuffling your body even further to your own side, practically teetering off the edge of the mattress, “then you might as well go back out on the couch, because you’ll have just as much of a shot with that out there as you will in here.”

The once heavy silence is now massive, and Satoru, the strongest there is, feels himself crumbling beneath its weight. There’s an invisible line cutting straight through the middle of the king sized bed you lay in. The space between the two of you makes Satoru rethink his decision to come to bed—maybe the couch would be easier. Less temptation, less silence stewing between your unsaid words and lack of skin on his. 

You bitterly think of the anecdote about not going to bed angry with your lover. You practically scoff at the saying as it ruminates in your mind—whoever coined the term clearly wasn’t lovers with someone as infuriating and impossible as Satoru Gojo. 

Speaking of the devil (or rather thinking of him), his voice interrupts the hostile silence hovering over your bedroom once more. 

“Y’know, when I first met you,” he casually begins, “thought you were weird.”

You mentally scold yourself for still being surprised with his unexpected antics. You should know better by now. 

Your voice cuts through the room with the sharpness of a kitchen knife. 

“Satoru, are you trying to die right now?”

He’s quick to interrupt, “Hey, I’m not finished!”

 You feel the weight of his hands lift from the mattress, and you can practically see him in your head—holding up his palms in defense, a sign of innocence as he pleads not guilty to a hypothetical courtroom. 

He continues, voice a bit softer, now unreadable, “I thought you were weird because you were so...different...from me.”

“Different?”

“Yeah, y’know,” he shrugs, you feel it in the way the mattress dips. 

“You felt almost,” he trails off for a moment, clicking his teeth a few times as he ponders for the right choice of words. “out of reach,” he ultimately decides on. 

Now intrigued, your body betrays your stubborn mind as it turns itself over, now facing where Satoru remains on his back. 

“How?” you whisper, tone still holding some animosity, but slowly becoming outweighed by curiosity. 

Satoru turns onto his side, facing your angry—yet now slightly interested—expression. The space between you remains, but at least you’re looking at one another now. Through the dark of the room slightly illuminated by the streetlights from outside, he just barely makes out the slight worry swimming in your irises.  

“You gave people the benefit of the doubt,” he breathes as your eyes soften at his words.

“I’d never experienced anything like you before,” he continues, fiddling with the thin sheets hugging the mattress. “Kindness without reasoning or ulterior motive. Didn’t think it applied to someone like me.”

You find yourself subconsciously moving closer to him. Not close enough to touch, or even feel the heat from his body, but still closer.

You search for clarification, “Someone like you?” 

He shrugs, “Annoying, selfish.”

You open your mouth to correct him on the ladder, but his sigh cuts you off. 

“I guess I was just thinking about it ‘cause, y’know, you let me come to bed even though we were fighting,” he airily confesses. 

Moving a bit closer to you, his heart-shaped eyes beam and his sickeningly saccharine voice drips through a honeyed smile, “You were worried. About my back.”

He grins through the words, speaking them slowly and teasingly. It’s his way of saying See? I told you so, of screaming You can’t help but care, and it’s my favorite thing about you. 

Staring back at his lovesick expression—one you are sure that you’re mirroring, whether you like it or not—you reach out and flick his forehead. 

“I should be worried about your brain,” you grumble, “since you’re such an idiot.”

Satoru welcomes the flick, as it comes from your hand and feels like you. He knows what you mean, he always does, so he smiles. 

“I love you too, and I’m sorry.”

Too tired to put up a fight and no longer scorching with pointless anger, your eyes soften as they flicker between his own and his lips. 

“You’re forgiven,” you tenderly whisper.  

Satoru visibly relaxes, an exasperated breath of relief leaving his frame as he slowly slithers towards you. 

Close enough so that you’re now touching foreheads, he lifts his hand—the same one you’d flicked off prior—and childishly wiggles it in the air, “Am I permitted to touch now, m’lady?” 

You scooch closer to his chest, intertwining your leg with this as you get comfortable in his embrace. 

“Yeah yeah, go to sleep,” you mumble into his shirt. 

Satoru may be annoying. He might make your days filled to the brim with worry and irritation and unnecessary stress, but he’s anything but selfish. 

He’s human—more so than most, contrary to popular belief—and he loves you, even when he’s in the doghouse. 

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[firstkanaphans]

Desperate for some domestic horny SandRay, like deep in their DEFINITELY EVENTUAL relationship. If you'd ever spare some mercy on my soul and decide to write something about this I'll be eternally grateful 🥺

Hiii!! Since we just met these characters and they’re both disaster muffins in their own unique ways, I can’t actually picture them in a long-term relationship right now. I can, however, picture them in a slightly toxic situationship that they both refuse to acknowledge is real. So I wrote that instead. It’s definitely horny, though, so I hope you still like it! 💕 [Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 1542]

Sand would be lying if he said he wasn’t exhausted. Between school, the three jobs he was currently juggling, and the nights he spent entertaining Ray, there was hardly any time left for sleep. And yet, as soon as his alarm went off, he sat up in bed and silenced it. Next to him, Ray grumbled out his dissatisfaction at the noise, but he didn’t open his eyes. Unlike Sand, he wasn’t beholden to any schedule—a few missed classes were nothing a hefty donation from his father couldn’t handle—and although the system that allowed such inequality to exist irked Sand, for some reason Ray didn’t. 

Sand looked down at him, sleeping peacefully on a silk pillow, and instead of the irritation that had been commonplace when they first met, all he felt was fondness. Although their lives couldn’t have been more different, Sand knew that Ray needed rest just as much as he did. That should have been his first clue that he was already in too deep.

With a weary sigh, Sand stood and began getting dressed in a bedroom that was bigger than his whole apartment. Only once he was done did he turn to find that Ray had been watching him.

“Don’t go,” Ray said, his voice half-whine, half-command. Sand sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked Ray’s sleep-mussed hair. Ray still hadn’t picked his head up off the pillow and he had an air about him of a prince being serviced. He usually did. 

“Some of us actually have to work for a living, rich boy,” Sand said, but there was no bite to his words. “I have class in an hour. I have to go.”

“Five more minutes,” Ray countered as if they were bartering. 

“No. Now,” Ray said, but before Sand could stand to make his words a reality, Ray grabbed his wrist and held him in place.

“Please?” he begged, pulling on Sand’s arm like a child trying to get their mother’s attention. When that didn’t work, he pulled harder. “Please, Sand? Please?”

“Ray,” Sand grumbled, but—as usual—he found it impossible to say no when Ray was looking up at him with those eyes and that pout. Especially when what he was offering was so tempting. So, against all logic and common sense, Sand lay down in bed next to the boy he had so stupidly given his heart to and he watched as his face lit up like sunshine, pleased to have gotten his way. 

“See,” Ray said, stroking Sand’s cheek. “Was that so hard?”

No, Sand thought. Being with Ray like this was easy. It was the parts that came after that were hard. But before he could dwell on that too much, Ray closed the distance between them with a kiss.

The kiss was passionate and hungry—the way all of Ray’s kisses were, as if anything less were too intimate—and although his breath was stale from sleep and Sand was still on a time crunch, he found that he didn’t mind it. 

Ray threw his leg over Sand’s hip and flipped them so that Sand was lying flat on the bed with Ray above him, his hands resting on Sand’s chest as if to hold him down. When Sand looked up at him, he was smirking.

“I really do have to go,” Sand said, “unless you plan to support me financially once I flunk out.”

“Well…” Ray pursed his lips as if he was considering Sand’s request. “What if I make it worth your time?”

Ray liked to do this. He liked to pay for things. It was almost as if he didn’t know how to have a relationship that wasn’t transactional. Sand didn’t know how to make him understand that when Sand stayed, he stayed for him. He was pretty sure if he told him outright, he would leave. The thing about Ray was that he didn’t actually want somebody to love him because he didn’t believe that he was a person worth loving. It was easier to let him think that Sand only wanted him for his body and his money than to explain that he cared for him despite those things, not because of them.

He placed his hands loosely on Ray’s hips and sighed. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

Ray’s answering smirk could only be described as diabolical. He shuffled his way down Sand’s body, never breaking eye contact, and made quick work of undoing his pants. Then, when Sand didn’t stop him, he pulled them down completely. Sand wasn’t hard—not yet—but all it took was one swipe of Ray’s tongue to make him stiffen to attention. That was all the motivation he needed to forget his obligations and just enjoy it. After all, he knew that whatever this was was temporary.

“Do you want me to stop?” Ray asked coyly, nosing along Sand’s cock like a cat with a toy. 

“Ray, I swear to god…”

Ray smirked at his annoyance and then swallowed him down.

Although Sand was loathe to admit it, Ray was by far the best sex he’d ever had—at least when he was sober. He’d told him as much a few weeks back and ever since, he’d noticed a change in Ray’s drinking. They now fucked sober more often than not and it was nice. When he looked into Ray’s eyes, he could actually see him there.

Sand moaned and let his head fall back against the pillows. Ray made quick work of him, sucking up to the tip and then back down far enough to bury his nose in the hair at the base of Sand’s dick, his rhythm slow at first and then unforgivably fast. He kept his eyes locked on Sand’s the whole time.

“Ray,” Sand said breathlessly. “I’m going to come.”

He wasn’t wearing a condom and it seemed polite to give a warning, but Ray didn’t seem bothered by the announcement. He did pull off of Sand’s cock though, replacing his mouth with his hand, and then he stayed there, his tongue resting at the tip of his dick, mouth wide open, as he jerked him off. It was that image that finished him.

Sand came with a grunt, closing his eyes tight, and Ray stroked him through it until Sand was spent and sated. It was only once he opened his eyes that he realized what a mess he had made. Ray’s face, smirk and all, was covered in come. 

Ray crawled back up Sand’s body and hovered over him as he licked his lips clean. Like he was proud of himself. Like he wanted Sand to see.

“Jesus Christ,” Sand groaned, throwing his arm over his face so that he wouldn’t have to look Ray in the eyes. “You did that on purpose.”

Ray removed Sand’s arm and then shrugged, not even bothering to deny it. “You like me when I’m dirty,” he said. Sand swallowed hard. He hadn’t realized he had been so obvious about it, but there was just something about seeing Ray without the crisp, clean, rich boy facade around him. It made Sand feel like the only person in the world who truly knew him. It made him feel special.

He sat up, forcing Ray to sit down on his lap, and kissed his own seed from Ray’s lips. It was intimate and seductive and he realized immediately how dangerous it was to indulge such an urge, but he was too come-drunk to care. He let his lips roam farther, cleaning Ray’s cheeks, his nose, his eyelashes, and Ray just sat there and let him do it. As if he had expected no less. 

This was Sand’s favorite Ray—sassy and spoiled, but sober. He wanted to reward him for it, to show him that the alcohol wasn’t the only thing that could make him feel good. So he reached into his boxers.

Ray smirked and let Sand get his hand around him, but before he could do more than touch, Ray stopped him and put Sand’s hand back into his lap. Sand looked up at him, baffled.

“You’ll be late,” Ray said simply.

“I’m already late.” 

“Not if I drive you,” Ray said, climbing out of bed. “Just let me wash my face and we can leave.”

Then he got up and did just that, leaving Sand dumbfounded in his wake. It was moments like this that made him wonder if what they were doing was more than it was, but he found it best not to dwell on the possibility too deeply. Instead, he cleaned himself up, straightened the clothes Ray had rumpled, and then watched Ray get dressed from his spot on the bed, pretending that everything was fine, but knowing deep down that he was already too far gone.

#i'm still getting used to these characters and i'm sure my perception of them will change as the series goes on #but for now i thought this was kinda cute 🥹 #thanks for the request! #only friends the series #only friends fic #sandray #sandray fic #sarah writes things #asks

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬

Organically, a hospital was a place where gloom spread faster than a wildfire — it was hard to picture the environment as joyful and festive. 

Until you appeared, Christmas tree and ornaments in hand, and with the determination of a stubborn reindeer for the task you set yourself: decorate the hell out of the place, and bring some cheer to those who needed it the most.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ღ Nurse!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ღ Fluff, tooth rotting sweetness, hospital environment

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ღ I have personally spent a few Christmases in hospital and I can't ever express my love for the nurses that took care of me and made the day much better.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ღ @rookthorne's Merry Buckmas — Masterlist

𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Why do you want to know when I’m having my lunch, Sugar…?”

“Because…” You stared at Bucky, determinedly plastering the most innocent expression on your face that you could muster. “Because I want to know.”

Bucky stared back at you, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. “There’s always a reason. C’mon, spit it out.”

“No.”

“No?” Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. “There’s no way to get you to tell me?”

“Nope.”

An almighty sigh raised and lowered his shoulders, but he smiled, a weary thing that told you victory was yours, yet again. “Fine, my break’s mid-shift—I can text you when I’m about to go–?”

“Yes, please,” you said, nodding decisively. “That will give me plenty of time.”

“I don’t even wanna know,” he laughed, his eyes bright with mirth. You watched as he made his way to the front door, his work bag slung over his shoulder and the light-coloured scrubs he wore squeaky clean. “I’ll see you later?”

“Yep.”

Bucky shook his head once more, then walked out the door, calling a, “be safe, I love you,” over his shoulder. 

With Bucky gone, you could finally let the glee you had been desperately hoarding go, and the first thing you did was squeal with excitement. “Yes! Yes, okay,” you rushed, and you quickly made your way to the wardrobe in your bedroom where you kept the surprise hidden from his prying eyes.

It was a small tree, no taller than your waist from the floor, and the fake fir branches were made from dark green tinsel. A perfect contrast to the ornaments you made yourself: hearts with stethoscopes, old fashioned nurse hats; the crosses a brilliant, deep red, and pretty, coloured surgical masks.

In the grand scheme of things, you were going to bring this tree to the hospital and place it in the break room — it was where Bucky would spend every spare minute he had either checking on you or decompressing after a patient. 

Many times you had spoken to him while he was in there, his voice strained with tears, or gravelly with the frustration of a case he could not help. 

Bucky was a hero, and you thought this would brighten his spirits. 

A few hours later, your phone buzzed with the chime you selected for Bucky. It was a selfie — he looked beyond exhausted and run off his feet, but the signature fondness in his eyes, the love he had for his job, shone bright through the tiredness. 

You rattled off a text to say you’d be there soon, and you dashed out the door, tree under your arm and the bag of decorations hanging off of the other.

Not even twenty minutes later, you strode down one of the gazillion hallways of the hospital when a voice called out to you, “Hey, Sugar!” 

You whirled around and found Sam, one of Bucky’s (grudgingly) favourite coworkers — the smile on his face made your own lips pull up, and the twinkle of mischief in his eyes made you snicker. 

He knew you were up to no good. 

“Sammy,” you greeted, beaming at him. “How are you?”

“Doing well, honey. How about you?” His gaze fell to the tree under your arm. “What are you doing with a giant ass tree and a skip in your step, huh?”

“It’s not a giant ass tree,” you defended, looking down at the bristles. “It’s only small—I could have gotten bigger, but no.” The tree rustled as you shifted it higher up your side. “I’m putting it in the break room, for Bucky and all of you.”

Sam shook his head fondly. “You’re so extra, you know that right?”

You turned on your heel, and yelled over your shoulder, “Yep!”

His laughter followed you all the way down the hallway, until you reached a double set of doors that swung open to admit you with a whirr of mechanical hinges. 

“Well, if it isn’t our favourite Sugar Bear,” Steve called from his perch at the nurse’s station. A blue clipboard was in hand and a pen in his other. The darker blue scrubs he wore were tight across his chest, and the goofy smile on his face made you break out in one, too. “How’re you doing, sweetheart?”

“Hey, Stevie,” you said, and he brought you close, a half hug the best he could do with your arms so full. “I’m good! I’m here on business, see?”

Steve’s blue eyes glanced down at the tree under your arm, and he started to laugh. “I see, alright—you looking for Buck?”

“Yeah, he said he’s in the break room?”

With Steve’s nod and salute of farewell, you made your way towards the floor’s break room. The hallways leading towards it were decorated beautifully; tinsel mimicked the beat of a heart on a monitor. Trees made from gloves were placed on almost every corner, and there were even Santas and Rudolphs on each door that were made from cotton wool and coloured paper. 

All the nurses and doctors that you passed greeted you by name, and there was even a surprise appearance from your favourite doctor, Natasha — or, to her friends, Nat. “Hi,” she sang. Red hair fell in waves to her shoulders, and her aura was as feisty as ever. 

“Hey, Nat,” you said back, smiling happily. She joined you on your walk, her white coat swaying behind her as she walked. “How are things?”

“Pretty good,” she replied while eyeing the tree. “What have you got there?”

You grinned. “A tree for Buck, and the break room—you all need some cheer.”

“Uh-huh, alright. I can’t say you’re wrong, especially lately,” she sighed.

The two of you parted ways as you neared the door to the long-awaited break room — which was covered in tinsel and bows. You pushed open the door with your elbow, and peered inside. It was much like the rest of the hospital, sparsely decorated and nowhere near as cheerful as it could have been. With a hushed voice, you called into the room, “Bucky?”

The scrape of a chair over the floor followed your question, then, “Sugar? Baby? What– Oh my god,” Bucky laughed. He came within your sights, and his smile was priceless as he opened the door for you, letting you in. “Why have you brought a damned tree?”

“So we could decorate in here,” you huffed. The tree base thumped onto the nearest table, and the bag followed suit. “It’s boring, and you need some cheer, so–”

“Don’t get me wrong, baby, I love it,” Bucky assured, and his hands brushed over the tinsel of the tree. “I just wish you told me; I could have helped you, s’all.”

You looked at him, adoration blooming again in your chest; it made you feel as warm as you would be in a blanket cocoon back home. “You help me, more than you know.” 

A blush grew over Bucky’s cheeks. “Alright, alright—well,” he said, looking around the room. “Where do you wanna put it?”

It was your turn to look around the room, and you considered your options: next to the door so everyone would see, but that would possibly be problematic if it were to get busy, which it always did. You sighed and glanced around again, your eyes falling to the far corner, where there were no tables or chairs — just empty space. “What about there?”

Bucky followed your gaze. “I don’t see why not. C’mon, give that here, baby, I’ll help.” He took the tree off of the table and carried it under his arm, while you took the bag of decorations, grabbing his free hand in yours. “What else have you been up to today, Sugar?”

“Uh– Just getting ready for this,” you said, laughing nervously. “I wanted to save all my energy for it.”

“Well, at least I know you’re rested,” Bucky retorted, smirking playfully. “Alright, let’s set this down–” The tree hit the floor with a rustle and a thump, and he stood up straight again. “What did you bring to decorate it with?”

You reached into the bag to pull out the decorations you had lovingly made, and you watched as Bucky’s eye lit up — comically like a child’s on Christmas morning. “I, uh– I made them.” The paper crinkled in your grip. “I thought they suited the overall theme, and it was cute. I drew them and then copied them so there would be enough.”

“You’re fuckin’ adorable.” Bucky’s lips pressed to your forehead while his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest. “I can’t believe you’re mine—so fuckin’ sweet and thoughtful and adorable and–”

“Okay! Okay,” you stuttered, feeling the heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck. “Okay, I get it, I promise.”

“Good.” 

The two of you worked together to place the paper decorations with minimal interruptions — the most notable from Steve. “What are you two up to?”

You looked over your shoulder at the blond, smiling giddily. “We’re setting up the tree!”

Time passed with lots of laughter and thoughtful hums, until finally, the tree was covered from top to bottom with decorations — reds, greens, and the few shiny golds bright under the fluorescent lighting. 

“I love it!” you cried, clapping your hands together. 

Bucky moved to stand next to you, and he pulled you into his side to place a kiss on your temple. “Me too, baby girl. Me too.”

Throughout the rest of the day, after you left Bucky at work to finish his shift, you received picture after picture from Bucky, Steve, and Sam; even a few from Nat, of the tree and how people gathered around it to admire the sweetness. 

All you could bear to do was smile — you had in fact, brought cheer to the everyday heroes.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭|𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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[guav]

ᥫ᭡ for mitsuya takashi, PIN CUSHION.

𔘓 mentions of blood and needles! just the usual sewing struggles. prompt is "caressing your partner's hand."

mitsuya considers himself skillful. 

skillful, precise, and—not to stroke his ego—essential. if he's not the backbone in toman then he's more than happy to leave them running around naked in battles (he keeps them spoiled with custom-made uniforms, doesn’t he?)

mitsuya is skillful when sewing.

"shit."

but sometimes he really just misses the mark.

the grunt wasn’t quiet enough to go unnoticed. “you okay there?” 

it’s too late to be working, dim lighting in the makeshift studio barely sparing brightness in these trying times. with enough sweet-talking, and promised snuggles later, mitsuya had been let off the hook. but now? he was gonna have to promise you all the stars in the sky to escape your worries.

“don’t worry, s'nothing.” mitsuya is quick to mouth the sewing pins in his hand, toughing out the familiar sting. 

he’s nearly an expert at feigning calmness, but enough years by his side proves to reveal what’s behind the smoke curtain. mitsuya’s fatal flaw (if any, he seems to be a godsend) is being a hard-worker, no matter the cost.

“c’mon, hand it over.” you kneel beside his chair, hand extended and awaiting his own palm.

mitsuya blinks once, was it exhaustion, or had you always been this endearing? the second blink comes with a smile and defeated sigh, yes, you’ve always been too kind to him.

somehow the idea of being looked after is more comforting than he'd give anyone credit for. he doesn't hesitate to hand you his wounded hand.

once upon a time, mitsuya would fight back tears when handling needle to fabric. now it’s a regimen of dedication, proof of hard work. thorns in a sea of petals can be hardly considered a war wound. 

"your hands are calloused,” gently, you run your fingers through each line of his palm. "even so, i don't think they're all roughed up from fighting."

mitsuya watches your movements carefully. heartbeat erratic, awaiting the next move. not weary, intrigued. indulgent in the love.

"no, they're calloused from care. you care too much."

his chuckle is soft, a sliver of mock in his tone to mask the bubbly feeling brewing inside. "i do hand out my fair share of punches with 'em, though."

the joke doesn't quite land, making him all the more skittish. he’s not quite used to being on the receiving end of care. a lifetime of giving never prepared him for receiving. is this what love feels like?

fortunately, it doesn't dent the moment. "takashi, i think you show love with your hands."

memory brings you back to his sisters. "they look after so many people."

another thought highlights the cloth on the table. "they create beautiful things, most out of nothing."

then you think of him. mitsuya takashi, eldest brother, second division captain. "your hands are scarred in a good way—the same way kindness is your strength."

he keeps quiet this time.

"do they ever hurt?"

he thinks, pauses for a moment. "yeah, sometimes they do." sometimes he does.

you hum. "that's okay, that's why i'm here."

and it's true. he patches everything up, be it of fabric or breathing. he protects so many with thread and prowess. "i'm here to make sure they don’t hurt when they don’t need to."

it's unrealistic. impossible. you can't stop them from bleeding from silent turmoil or a needle going astray. and yet, mitsuya believes each word you say. preaches them like the ultimate truth.

"you’re a sap." still, he pulls you up, offering his leg as a seat.

you bring his knuckles to your lips. "and you need glasses."

maybe he does for late night projects. "what if i just need you?" the question holds more weight than he realizes. runs deeper than a simple prescription to treat myopia.

"then you're in luck, i happen to have a thing for men with pretty eyelashes."

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[littleliquor]

When Daylight Fades (pt. 3)

Note: Wednesday’s coming in part 5 (posting later so stay tuned)! I figured out how to head into her story over my lunch break. This chapter is going to be a bit of a bonding time. A little lighthearted (or not?) Feel free to leave me a message if you want more :)

Summary: Witch!Reader receives an unexpected visit from her “Coven family” who delivered a word of wisdom that upset her. Tyler opened up about his anger towards his mother’s passing and outcasts. The two bonded over the treatment towards Hydes from the outcasts. 

Warning: 

Part 1   Part 2   Part 4   Part 5  Part 6  Part 7

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No one ever told me what to do when your sunshine in life became darkness. No one ever told me how addictive and how much I’d want it more as the darkness crept over him. Tyler was the light in this life to guide me through the clouds and shadows. But the more the darkness of Hyde became him, somehow I wanted more. I wanted more darkness, more shadows, on him and finally onto me. It felt as if a lifetime of bloodlust that lurked within me had finally gained its vicarious outlet.  

It started off as vengeance, when normies stormed into my village with flaming torches and pitchforks, killing my kins like lambs to their slaughter. So I hunted them down, one by one, until I was strong enough. Then I took their entire village same way they took mine, sparing no souls behind. At one point, I grew weary and fearful of what I had become. But then I began to enjoy it. Each life I took, I took joyously. The scream of the dying made my heart race and my blood boil. 

Until I met Tyler. For the first time in many lives, I remembered the smaller things that brought me so much happiness. Playing make believes in treehouse, skipping rocks by the river side… For once, I wanted to be normal, without the burden and the sickly urge to harm. 

Chatters in the quad were usual in the morning. What was unusual was the unsettling and worrisome atmosphere surrounding it. 

“Y/N!” Bianca waved at me to the fountain. “Where have you been last night?” Her clear blue eyes had concern written all over them. 

“I spent the night at Tyler’s. What’s wrong? Wait, you didn’t tell anyone I wasn’t here, right?” I lowered my voice. 

“Of course not! What kind of friend do you think I am? Haven’t you heard? Some kids were murdered in the woods last night. I thought you were one of them.” She showed me the news on her phone. 

“Can’t say I have heard.” I denied swiftly, frowning at the news content. 

Gruesome Murder of Four Teenagers Found in The Woods. 

“Speaking of, judging from your constant sleepovers, it’s safe to assume that your dates’ been going well?” Bianca’s lips curled up into a sly smirk. “I didn’t even know when you guys started!” 

“It was, dramatic.” I laughed dryly. Whatever happened in the cave wasn’t something you could just share to everyone. 

“Not the type I’d imagined you’d like but I’m happy for you.” Bianca shrugged, giving me a cheeky wink before walking to her class. 

At our herbology class, I couldn’t help but noticed that Thornhill’s eyes kept flowing to my direction, colder and colder with each glare. If I was an innocent teenage girl, her looks could send some proper chills down my spine. Luckily, I was not. 

“I heard you got closer to the sheriff’s son.” Xavier turned around to my desk, whispering in a tone which I could only identified as disappointment. 

“The rumour’s true.” I spun my pen in between my fingers with a carefree attitude, though deep down, I felt apologetic for dating the person who ran with his bullies. “I’m sorry what he and his friends did to you…” 

“No, it’s cool. I just want to… warn you. He’s bad news.” Xavier sighed, shaking his head with a bitter smile. 

“You do realize the more you tell me not to do something, the more I want to do that right?” I joked lightheartedly, hoping to lighten up the atmosphere. 

“I sure do. Just be careful.” He scoffed quietly. 

I went to the Weathervane after the fencing practice. Seemingly it had become a part of my daily routine to sneak off to see Tyler. Weathervane at the late night hour was about as quiet as a graveyard. As I walked through the door, his eyes shot from behind the counter. A big, stupid grin crept onto his face. 

“You’re late today!” Tyler leaned against the counter, beaming with my usual order in his hand. 

“Do you say that to every customer?” I gawked, brushing his hand while picking up the coffee. 

“Only reserved for my special VIP.” 

As I turned around, I noticed a certain familiar figure sitting at my usual booth, one I could never forget, as much as I wished. Draped in her tightly fitted leather jacket and six-inch killer stiletto heels. A wide grin pulled her red lips ear to ear as I reciprocated to her anticipating gaze. I let out a long, somber sigh, sitting down across her. 

“Joy, what are you doing here?” I pursed my lips together in an unconcealed annoyance. 

“Y/N, I’m doing fine. Thanks a lot for asking.” Joy didn’t not find my aloofness to be strange. I didn’t want to see her and she was well-acquainted with my disdain towards most members of the Coven. The idea of “big family” didn’t quite sit well with me. 

“You didn’t come all the way from Europe for small talks, did you?” I crossed my arms in front of my chest, leaning back to the chair. 

“I believe it would be even more torturous to you if my answer was yes. Luckily, no.” Joy swept her hair behind her shoulder, speaking in a volume only we could hear. “I’m here to warn you. I’m worried. I’d seen how hard you’ve tried to steer away from your history. I just don’t want you to repeat it. Being close to a creature of violence and darkness will only derail you from the path you’ve been building.” 

“I already told you, I know what I’m doing. I don’t need your lecture.” I said, stirring my coffe in a swift, clockwise motion. 

“Think about it. Centuries ago, you wouldn’t let yourself be in a crowd of normies without killing at least a few. Right now, you have the power to wipe out this entire town or turn them against one another in the blink of an eye and yet you didn’t. That was more self-control and determination than I’ve ever seen in a lot of witches. I don’t want you to let that all go to waste. I know you don’t believe you need any of us but…” Joy propped her elbows on the table, looking into eyes with a candidness that I didn’t believe. 

“Where were you when I needed saving? When they burnt me on the stake, I called for you. No one came. Now you expect me to believe a word that came out of your snake’s tongue? You have no rights to come up here in the first place.” I narrowed my eyes. In front of her, I could barely hold the rage that burned from the depth of my stomach. A rage that I’d been repressing for longer than I remembered. 

Joy opened her lips for a moment, but then decided against it. She sighed in dejection as she stood up from the seat. 

“Say what you want. If you need me, us, in anyway, you know how to find me.” That was the last words she left before the clacking sound of her heels headed out of Weathervane. 

I placed my palms over my face and took a deep breath to regain my poise. I knew Joy cared about me truly but I would give up the world before I give up on Tyler. I wondered if the path of darkness was the only path I could walk with him by my side, or could things be different. 

The moment my father found out about my abilities, I noticed the way he looked at me changed. I wasn’t the innocent little girl he nurtured, but a creature that sends chills down his spine the more I stayed under his roof. He didn’t desert his responsibilities, of course, no. He merely avoided anything more than that. 

I was left on my own for a very long time, until the Coven recovered me. They took me in like one of their own. Yet, none of their pretentious kindness could repent for their indifference when I called for their help at my demise, last demise. 

As I placed my hands back on the coffee, my eyes were met by a pair of turquoise ones. I jumped slightly out of shock. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I thought I saw you guys arguing over something. You look pretty upset there.” Tyler placed a freshly baked scone in front of me. Even the plate was lukewarm. The chocolate scent was enough to make anyone’s day. 

“It’s just some… family business. She means no harm.” I smiled dryly, poking the pastry with a fork. Tyler’s look softened when I mentioned “no harm”. Part of me was relieved that I didn’t accidentally murdered the Supreme of my own Coven. “Joy is the leader of my Coven. She just dropped by to see if I was doing alright in Nevermore.” 

“Not much of a happy kind of family reunion?” Tyler asked, fingers twitching lightly in a quiet, nervous disposition. 

“In case you haven’t noticed by now, I’m kind of the rebel in the family. Surely even my dad has talked to yours about just how much of a headache I am.” I shrugged. It didn’t bother me much that my troubling nature had been found rather unbecoming by many more around me. Not that I cared enough to change. 

“I might have overheard. Not to me though, you aren’t.” He gleamed comfortingly.

“Then you clearly don’t know me well enough.” I bit down on my lower lip. There were many secrets to a person that should never be uncovered. Some past were too grim to be heard of on this earth again. Tyler’s look lingered on me, searching for a non-existing sign that I was joking around. 

“I don’t want to pressure you. I think, when you’re willing to let me in, you’d be surprised.” He was reluctant to give up on pursuing for the skeletons I kept behind my closet, but my silence and unsettling did seem to worry him. 

“I could say the same about you. You know, therapist aren’t your only outlet. I’m always here if you need me.” My fingers danced along the veins on the back of his hand, expecting him to become defensive and withdrawing just as the first time I visited him after his mother’s wake. The image of him slamming the door with a stone-cold look was burnt in the back of my mind. At time, I stopped talking to him altogether to avoid agitating him further, in hopes that he would be in good hand with his father. However, it didn’t seem to be the case at all. 

Tyler didn’t shy away from my touch or my attempt to opening him up about his mother this time. He turned his wrist up, smoothing over my pulse point.

“I’m angry, had been since she was gone. He… uh, doesn’t want to talk about her at all. And you, you stopped talking to me for some reasons. Somehow, I’ve never felt more… alone.” 

“I thought you needed your peace when I visited after the wake. I’m sorry I didn’t come check up on you sooner.” 

“I did slammed the door… You have every right to keep the distance from me. I should be saying sorry to you. But that’s not what I was angry about.” Tyler shook his head. He was smiling but tears were glistening in his eyes. 

“Then what is it?” 

“You see, a while after she passed. Your teacher came to me, claiming that she knew the true reason why Mom made that decision. Mom used to go to Nevermore, but when she needed their help, they never gave her any help nor guidance. They were all too scared. Ironic, isn’t? Outcasts fearing another outcast. It’s their rejection and isolation that pushed her off the cliff. All her life, she thought that was a place where she belonged and it betrayed her when she needed them most.” As Tyler explained, his expression darkened with a ghastly shadow, cold, angry, almost sadistic. It was a look that I’d never seen on him before, except for the time when he looked at my bullies outside of Weathervane. 

“Fear makes people do things. As far as I know, several Hydes were accepted in Nevermore throughout its long history, until they were banned for being too violent, unpredictable and uncontrollable.” I pursed my lips in disapproval, having known far too well how fear makes the worst in people magnify in the most catastrophic way. “That’s a crock of shit. People fear things that they don’t understand, but they don’t seek ways to understand it.” 

I had gone through some readings about the school’s history for leisure entertainment. The accepting and inspection on the species stopped after a terrible incident inside the school. A whole hall student population was wiped out overnight as a Hyde lost control. They did nothing to help, simply keeping all Hydes out as if they never existed. I’d seen it far too many times. A fate like this often happens between human and outcasts. Luckily, outcasts built themselves a safety haven that was Nevermore. Casted out by outcasts? That was the true tragedy. 

“You think there’s a way to control… it?” Tyler’s eyes shot up to mine, gazing into mine with disbelief. 

“There has to.” I rested my face on my palm, reaffirming with a seething determination.

#tyler x reader #tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #wednesday #netflix #when daylight fades

[statisticallymorelikely]

"It’s not fair how much I love you" - Fair, The Amazing Devil

Dream had never seen Hob like this before, hackles raised, eyes dark, completely devoid of the sun that he had come to associate with the man. To think this was his doing curled his stomach.

“You doubted me,” said Hob, voice tight with barely controlled anger. Dream could feel it simmering around him, charging the air, making him reevaluate his previous thought. After all, the sun was not only warm and lifegiving. It could be scorching as well. “Why else would you bring your sibling into this?”

“I–”

“No. Stop talking. I cannot believe you!”  

Hob’s hands were curled into fists, gripping tighter with each word, as if he was still holding back, as if he still refused to unleash the full force of his fury onto him, to spare him the consequences of his actions.

“A test? You needed a fucking test? Dream, how many times must I prove myself to you? I waited centuries for you. I built a fucking pub for you! I took the wisps of affection you dangled in front of me and I hoped, and I was loyal.”

Despite himself, Dream flinched, as the weight of what he let his sibling talk him into doing – no, what he had done– sinked in. How cruel had he been. How needlessly insecure. He yearned to reach out, to offer comfort and contrition, but the man turned his back, hugging himself. How easy it would be for Dream to bridge the gap and pull him into his arms, press kisses over his eyes and apologize over and over again. Though he was a king in his own realm, he would grovel at this human’s feet for forgiveness. Yet, he felt frozen, compelled to live out this moment as his punishment.

“I thought you loved me. I thought you trusted me.” Hob sounded defeated, something not even 80 years of hunger had achieved. “I’ve seen more than any human has, experienced loss after loss, endured pain and joy and anger and hope beyond compare. Did you not think I would know what I want? That I would be certain?” 

Hob faced him then, tears tracking down his cheeks. Whether in sorrow or frustration, Dream knew not.

“I wanted you, Dream. Not some shade of you that your sibling cooked up. And even after all this shit you put me through, idiot that I am, I still do. It’s not fair.”

Hob let out a weary sigh. Dream stepped closer, and when he wasn’t pushed away, he dared to press a hand to his lover’s cheek, feeling the tremor in his flesh and the warmth of his tears.

“I’m sorry, Hob.”

“No.” Hob smacked his hand away, and Dream felt the scorch of sun like a brand. “You don’t get to do that. You can’t just kiss it better without actually atoning for anything.”

“What must I do?”

“I don’t know. I can't look at your right now. Just fuck off back to the Dreaming, Morpheus. You figure it out.”

For once, Dream did as he was told and disappeared back to his realm, leaving Matthew to stand watch over his friend. His latest report was that Hob had purchased two 24-packs of Red Bull and several bottles of cold brew.

Fuck.

#the sandman #sandman #dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #morpheus #sandman netflix #my stuff #jeez writing is hard #anyway hob can't die from sleep deprivation but i kinda wanna see how loopy he gets from avoiding his boyfriend #everybody listen to the amazing devil

[littlemissaddict]

Let Me Take Care Of You - Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Steve cancelled date night because she’s sick and takes care of her instead.

Word Count: 1793

Author’s Note: Started writing this one while I was ill and had the idea of how Steve would take care of his partner.

The sight of Steve's house had never looked so appealing to her before. Normally they would hang out there only because his parents were never home and they didn't have to worry about being walked in on or interrupted, not that they always did things that would warrant the worry of being walked in on mind. It was more them having the space to themselves to do what they wanted and it was fun to imagine that this was maybe what it would be like for them in the future when they got their own place.

A shiver ran through her body as Steve pulled his car onto the driveway, casting a weary glance in her direction. It was meant to be date night and once he had seen the state she was in he'd called it off immediately, "Baby I'm not going to force you to go out when you can't even breathe without coughing your guts up" he'd sighed as she climbed into his car.

She had tried to apologise but Steve wasn't hearing any of it. "It's not your fault these things happen but don't worry I'm going to take care of you" he smiles, taking hold of her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. The soft moment didn't last long as she pulled her hand away to cover her mouth as another round of coughs racked her body, leaving her teary eyed and panting. “Come on we’ll run you a bath, get you warmed up and then we’ll cuddle with a movie of your choice, how does that sound?”

She nods, following his lead as he gets out of the car and walks towards the door to let them both in. With a quick nod towards the bathroom, he tells her to wait while he gets some towels and some spare clothes for her for afterwards. He can hear the sounds of her coughing as he makes his way around the house and it spurs him on to do it as quickly as he can. Reaching the bathroom he thinks he’s done it rather speedily but upon entering he finds her looking at the door with sad eyes, arms wrapped around herself with a small pout on her plush lips which turns into a very small smile when he enters the room and he swears he hears her mumble something that sounds like finally. Not that he let’s it get to him, he gets it she’s ill and she just wants comfort and he doesn’t blame her that’s all anyone ever wants when they’re ill not that he experienced much of the sort until he met her as his parents were very much absent for the majority of his childhood, putting their work and social lives ahead of the family.

Pressing a kiss to her forehead as he passes to lay the things on the side, he begins fussing with the water temperature for the bath, wanting it to be hot enough that it’s going to warm her up but not so much that she feels like it's burning her.

“Missed you” she croaks quietly after another bout of coughing, her voice followed by a sniffle and he turns to find her eyes already on him. He’s a little confused but he figures she means while she was waiting for him because she can be quite clingy when she’s not feeling her best.

“Yeah? I’m here now though” he smiles, leaving the running water to come back over to her where she is seated on the closed lid of the toilet, smiling more to himself now than her when she leans forward to wrap her arms around his middle and buries her face in his front in an attempt to sypher some of his body warmth. He responds automatically, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and weaving one hand up to run through her hair in a way he hopes in soothing and her hum in response is answer enough.

“Are you going to join me?” she asks, tilting her head up to look at him as another sniffle leaves her which only makes him reach for some tissue, handing it to her and waiting for her to blow her nose before he answers.

“If you want me to, I can grab the small stool and sit by-”

She interrupts him with a shake of her head, “No I uh I meant” she stumbles over her words, dropping her gaze as she’s a little embarrassed by her question not wanting him to think she’s insinuating that she wants to do anything by it when he’s been so good in looking after her. He waits patiently for her to finish although he thinks he knows what she’s getting at by the way her eyes flicker between him and the bath, “will you sit with me in the bath? Just want to be close to you is all” she asks, voice quieter than it already was.

“If that’s what you want baby, I’d be happy too” he reassures her, taking his eyes off her for a moment to double check on the water which to him looks about ready and he gently untangles her from him with soft apologies as he reaches to turn the tap off. Gingerly dipping his hand into the water to check the temperature, he relaxes when he realises it’s not too hot, turning back to her, “You ready?”

He waits patiently while she undresses, averting his eyes so that she has some privacy until she’s in the water but he remains vigilant in listening to her movements in case at any point he has to leap into action if she slips and falls climbing in. Not that she will or does, he’s just aware she’s sick and her body is weaker than usual and he can’t fight the urge he gets to protect her. Once he’s sure she’s seated in the water he lifts his gaze back to her and finds that she’s already looking at him expectantly, so he does exactly what he promised her. He strips out of his clothes and climbs into the bath, sitting behind her as she positions herself between his legs with her back against his chest.

“That’s better” she hums, tipping her head back to rest against his shoulder and her eyes drift shut as the hot water and the press of Steve’s body against hers, relaxes her to the point where she could feel herself falling asleep. She fights the feeling, wanting to bask in the feeling of intimacy that she and Steve were sharing, the warm fuzzy feeling it was giving her was different to the other times they’d shared any sort of intimate moment. The only way she could describe it was that it felt more vulnerable than those times but it wasn’t a bad thing, she felt that it proved how strong their relationship was to be so vulnerable with each other but to feel so comfortable at the same time.

“Yeah?” he smiles, unaware of how his voice rumbles in his chest against her back and further relaxes her as she links her hands with his and rests them over her chest so that she can feel him wrapped all around her which was what she wanted when she asked him to say.

��Thank you” she mumbles after a while of quiet, Steve had been beginning to wonder whether she had fallen asleep in that time but her voice confirms she hadn’t.

Dropping his head to press a few soft kisses to her shoulder, he smiles as he feels her body shudder at the gentle touch, “You know I love you and I’d do anything for you baby, you don’t have to thank me” he says, tightening his hold on her.

“Still not everyone would be so understanding and take care of me like this” she hums, head still resting against his shoulder and with closed eyes she turns to press her own kisses to the column of Steve’s neck with it being the only skin she could reach in this position, “especially after I ruined date night” she sighs.

“Hey you didn’t ruin anything, anytime I get to spend time with you is a good time” he reassures her, “even if you are a little snotty and cough every two minutes” he chuckles, which makes her pout before the coughs start up again as if on cue. 

“Okay let’s get you out before the water gets cold, we don’t need you getting worse” he says once her coughs stop but she only groans in response. While the bath had warmed her up, it had also drained her of what little energy she had and coupled with how tired she was, she didn’t want to move at all. A quick nudge from Steve was all it took for her to let him up so he could get out and once he had a towel securely wrapped around his waist, he was back pulling her up and helping her out of the water before quickly wrapping a towel around her as well to avoid her shivering in the cooler air. 

“Too tired” she groans as Steve tries to get her to dry herself off so she can get dressed in the comfy clothes he’d brought in for her. Figuring he wasn’t going to get far with her doing anything for herself he steps in and with her permission he begins helping her get dry and within a few minutes she’s dry and dressed and on her way to climb into Steve's bed where she thinks she’ll be lucky if she’s not asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow.

Steve follows her into the room, going straight for his drawers for some fresh clothes while she gets herself comfortable in his bed. By the time he’s ready to join her she’s tucked up with his covers up to her neck and eyes closed, though when he slides in next to her he finds she’s not yet asleep as she moves so she’s cuddled up into his side, head against his chest and arm slung over his front as she sighs in content.

“I love you” she yawns, her voice quiet as she finally gives into sleep now that she’s comfy in his bed with him next to her.

Steve’s reply of “I love you too” is automatic even though he’s realised that she probably hasn’t heard him say the words but he doesn’t care it doesn’t change the truth of them as he holds her, letting his hands trace over the skin of her arms and feeling just as content with having her in his arms as she is to be in his.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington drabble #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things

[blackjackkent]

Given all that business with Shar and Shadowheart, I've come to the conclusion about something that needs to happen for Hector, at least in my headcanon if not canonically in the game.

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"Copper for your thoughts, love?" Karlach asks softly as she crawls into bed next to him in the Elfsong.

He's already stretched out on his back under the blankets, staring at the high rafters of the ceiling thoughtfully, and it takes him a moment to come back to himself at the sound of her voice. He smiles, though, as his eyes meet hers, and scoots aside at once to give her room to snuggle up against him. "They're complex enough that I think a copper might be undercharging," he says ruefully.

She slides an arm under his shoulders, pulls him into her arms so his head is nestled on her shoulder and against her cheek. "Well. I've got time," she says, kissing his temple gently. "You scared me, you know. Back there. I don't know what Shar did with you but you and Shadowheart and her parents all just... I dunno. You sort of phased out, went all smoky, and everything got dark..."

"I'm sorry," he murmurs. "I didn't know any of that was going to happen..."

"I know." She hesitates. "You really spoke to her? The goddess?"

"We both did." He sighs heavily. "And she was exactly as cruel as I was always taught she was. But for better or for worse, Shadowheart's free of her now, I suppose..."

She noses against his hair, another kiss to the top of his head. "You sound like something's still bothering you, though."

"Well, all of it, I suppose. How awful the whole thing was for Shadowheart, for one thing. But... other, more selfish things, too." He pauses, and then the words burst out of him. "Is it so much to ask, that if I am to face down Shar, and Myrkul, and Vlaakith and Orpheus and Mystra and Bhaal and Bane... is it so much to ask, that I come so close to Selune, even once?"

She frowns. "You're asking the wrong person, I'm afraid," she mutters.

"No, I... I know. It's not really something anyone can answer, anyway. I just... grow frustrated, at times. Fifty years I've lived trying to follow the Moonmaiden's light, and now here I am at the center of a battle where all the gods seem to be converging..."

"And yet yours hasn't spared a word for you."

"Yes." He sighs. "Don't worry. It'll... it'll pass. Today's just put me at a low ebb, that's all. All of us really, I think."

"No kidding." She rolls over into him, pulls him fully into her embrace.

As always, he starts to relax at once; no matter how terrible the day is, this is always safety, always home. He turns his head so he can press a kiss under her jaw and lets his eyes close. "Good night," he mumbles. "It'll all look better in the morning, I expect..."

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His eyes drift open and at first he's conscious only of a strange, floating sensation. Everything around him is the pale blue-white of pure moonlight, and it is a blank abyss without a point of reference. For a moment he almost panics, feeling that sense of emptiness in all directions that almost reflects what he saw in the Shadowfell, or his vision of the Absolute in Moonrise Towers...

But the panic eases almost at once, because he is dimly aware on some level that he is dreaming, that somewhere he is still in bed with Karlach's arms around him. And because he realizes with a sudden soul-shocking clarity that Selune is there watching him.

She takes no form as Shar did; she is in the very moonlight that surrounds him. And where Shar's voice was a thunder-rumble of cruelty, the voice that speaks to him now is soft, a gentle murmur, almost a whisper in his ear.

"Poor boy..." his goddess says to him softly. "Poor boy that has traveled so far in my name, and grown so weary..."

He cannot speak. His tongue feels frozen in his mouth. But his head lifts, looking around wildly, drinking in the sense of the presence he cannot see, like a parched man spying an oasis in the desert.

"Hector Carlisle, you show a strong front to the world..." the voice whispers, and there is a touch of kind amusement in it. "So strong it could fool even the divine. I should have reached out to you long past..." A touch like silk drifts across his cheek. "But do not believe that you travel alone."

He finds his voice with difficulty; the words stick in his throat a little, hoarse and uncertain. "I knew I did not..." he whispers. "So many times I have felt your light on me in the dark places... so many allies you have sent to help me carry the load..."

And yet they both know the truth - that he has longed for his goddess to speak to him, to bring him words of comfort and approval and pride... to tell him with certainty that he has done her will and hewed to the right course...

"My son... lonely child of my faith..." the Moonmaiden says, and there is an infinite sadness in that divine voice now. "Would that you could have been spared it all - the darkness you have been forced to face, and the darkness that yet lies ahead. The burden you bear is one that evil wrought for you to carry, and you have borne it beyond all my expectations."

He swallows the lump that forms in his throat at hearing these words. "There is so much... so much more to the world than I ever imagined..."

"It is a place full of life, full of light and full of darkness," she agrees. "A place you were ill-prepared for, and yet you have thrived."

"Have I done as you would wish?"

"You have done as your heart guided."

"With Shadowheart, with Aylin-- matters so close to you, did I do as you wanted?"

Again that faintest hint of amusement. "Had you done otherwise, I would have made sure you knew it long before now..."

A pause while he drinks in the overwhelming comfort that comes with that reassurance.

"Will we be all right?" he asks softly.

"Even I cannot say..." Selune answers. A thread of iron runs beneath the silk-smoothness of her voice. "The Dead Three have constructed a weapon that has broken beyond their control. Were it in my power to tell you the exact path that lies ahead, I would do so. But my light penetrates only so far before all becomes shrouded beneath shadows even deeper than Shar's."

He nods slowly. "I knew that, really," he answers, his head bowing.

"But you travel with my blessing," she continues. He feels a blossom of warmth grow in his heart, spread tingling through his whole body. "Let hope sustain you, for it is not lost yet, nor shall it be."

"Thank you..." he whispers. He feels dizzy with relief, with gratitude, with the sudden urge to smile and to sob simultaneously. "I will not forget it..."

"Rest, now, my boy..." she whispers gently in his ear, and he feels the moonlit abyss around him begin to fade out of his awareness. "Rest, and carry my light with you into the morning..."

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His eyes open again. He is back in the Elfsong, back in bed next to Karlach; she is face down, snoring into the pillow, her arm stretched haphazardly across his chest. And for a moment, with Karlach's embrace around him and Selune's voice in his mind, he feels a sense of deep peace such as he has never imagined he might experience again.

Thank you... he thinks, and tears sprout in his eyes. Thank you... I will not fail you... I swear it...

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #drabble #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfic #custom tav #monk tav #selunite tav #selune #bg3 oc #bg3 drabble #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #another one i'm pretty proud of i think c: #or at least gave myself plenty of feels with #hector is starting to get so so so tired y'all #good thing we're getting close to the end of things one way or another

[ferris-the-wheel]

Professor!(m!)reader series [Part 1]

A/N: Hell yeah, I'm so amazing, I finally got around to making this series :) Praise me/jjj Me realizing I have to add this to the masterlist O>O

Disclaimer: All "relationships" are purely platonic (both toward students and other professors).

ೃ⁀➷ Reader is aged up (is fairly young but not student age— 22+)

ೃ⁀➷💛/🩵

ೃ⁀➷ Is proofread, but please ignore any missed mistakes

TW: None

You sighed, running a hand through your hair, slightly messing it up. You scanned the room, which was fairly empty; only containing the podium that you were standing at, the chalkboard behind you, your desk, some bookshelves with textbooks against the wall near the door, and twenty-some-odd desks in neat rows on the other end of the room. The windows on the left side of the room provided a majority of the light in the room since the lamps that hung from the ceiling needed repairing after years of neglect.

The bell clanged above you and you prepared for what you hoped would be an easy class period. You made a mental note to ask some fellow staff members for any spare furnishings that you could use. You waited patiently for the first few students to pass through the doors.

"You can sit wherever you want." You said. You grew weary of trying to keep track of the rest of the students that came in, settling for memorizing them during the class period. The bell rang again, signaling the start of class. You did a headcount, deciding that there was an appropriate amount of students, then frowned. Guess it's time to introduce myself.

"Hello, I'm Professor L/N. I joined the faculty here at the start of the school year. You should all know what you signed up for when you decided to take this class as it's an elective class and not a core class. But for those who didn't bother to read into what this course will cover, let me explain. This class is Unique Magic Training, which should be self-explanatory: I teach you how to master or at least improve your unique magics. It's a year long course, but if you don't end up liking it, you can transfer out after midterms. Part of this course will take place in this classroom for tests and such, though it also can serve as a study period, while the other portion will take place in the gym. If there are any questions, ask them now."

There were a few murmers, but that was probably to be expected. No legitimate questions were asked, so you decided to continue. "Well, all the writing you have to do today is just filling out a form and turning it in. The questions on the form are along the lines of 'What is your unique magic?' and things like that, so you shouldn't have much of a problem with it. After you're done, just put it on my desk and you're done." Deeming that the instructions you gave were sufficient, you moved a stack of papers from a drawer in your desk to the bare surface. The students shuffled forward in a disorderly line, grabbed a paper, and sat back down.

Once the class was occupied filling out their forms, you pulled out your small notebook and began making a list of the things you would request for furnishings. You added new lights and desk top things to the list, then flipped the page over. You had been observing the students and their mannerisms, noting which ones would likely drop from the class after the halfway point. It seemed to be just the lazier ones that hung out in the back. You closed the notebook and slid it back into your desk drawer.

. . .

"Now that everyone's turned their forms, I'd like to say a few things." You began, pausing to get everyone's attention while moving toward the podium. "To be honest, whether you show up to this class or not is your choice. I'll teach whoever shows up. It's not my problem if you get in trouble for skipping. I also don't really care what you do during the periods where we're in this classroom as long as you aren't being a nuisance. Once again, it's your grade and I'll grade you accordingly." You finished, forming the filled-out forms into a neat stack and setting them off to the side.

A student with long dark hair raised his hand. "I have a question. And I'm Jamil Viper, sir. What kind of class is this? What I mean is that you mentioned that a portion of our classes here will take place in the gym, so I assumed that we'd be doing some kind of hands-on practice as well as studying." You noticed that he said it more like a statement toward the end, like he already knew the answer. "Yes, Viper, you're correct. This course centers around both hands-on experience and studying. If I'm honest, most classes will take place in the gym, the only time we'll really have class in here is when the gym is occupied or if the majority of the class has studying to do." You replied.

Jamil nodded. Another hand raised, toward the left side of the class. "Yes?" You prompted. "Trey Clover, sir." You figured that at least he should be easy to remember as he was the only one who had green hair in the classroom. "You said that you'll be training all of us to improve our unique magics, but how would that work since no two unique magics are exactly the same? Wouldn't it be difficult to train all of us separately at the same time? And since everyone here is likely at different levels in regards to that?" A smart question.

"That's why I had you fill out the forms. The questions will provide me with the information I need to better formulate a plan. But that's for tomorrow. Are there any more questions?" You added, looking around. A wolf beastman lifted his hand high in the air. Well he's quite eager...

"Jack Howl. Can you explain how you'll be deciding grades? Since the class is more hands-on, would it be similar to how we're graded in other hands-on classes such as flight class?" You took a moment to think. "Well, I'm not sure how other professors grade their students, but mine is pretty straightforward. You get good grades for listening to instructions, participating, at least putting on some effort, and not causing problems for me. On the other hand, if all you do in my class is mess around, your grade will reflect that."

You saw his quite large ears flick backward for a moment, not that you're fluent in wolf body language, so you weren't too sure what that meant. But given his serious face and the fact that he had asked a legitimately sensual question, you decided that he didn't seem the problematic type. Since no one else raised their hand, you sat back down, which seemed to be a signal for a low chatter to start up. Well, as long as no one starts a fire or anything...

. . .

"How have your classes gone so far?" Trein asked, you suspected out of curtesy since you were the only two in the staff room. You gave a noncommittal shrug. "It was pretty tame. Are the students usually so... normal here? I expected to have at least one or two troublemakers by now." You admitted, sitting down with a sigh, putting your lunch down on a table and leaning back in a semi-comfortable wooden chair.

Trein nodded, almost in a grave way, folding his arms with a frown on his face. That... didn't bode well. "I expect that most of the obvious troublemakers will be amongst the freshmen, so you shouldn't have to worry much."

" 'Obvious troublemakers'?"

"In my personal experiences, some students may seem fairly normal and unproblematic but later on turn out to be the opposite. You may get a feeling about someone but shake it off since they seem normal, but don't do that." Trein said, then scooted back away from the table and stood up. "I have to go feed Lucius now."

You waved, remembering the grouchy-looking cat who had been introduced to you a few days prior. But after Trein left, his statement stuck with you. Were there any notable students that gave off that feeling? Not that you could really remember, though the morning had gradually began to blur in your memory as time progressed. Hopefully that just meant that there weren't any troublemakers in your classes.

I finally am starting this series because it gives me something to do :) I'm pretty pumped about it, if you couldn't tell! I made another post about this AU that you can find here, which contains just general information about it and some other stuff.

I based the mentionable characters off of who already unlocked their UMs and who may want to make theirs stronger such as extending the usage time of their UM (Trey), widen the effect of their UM (Jamil), or just in general making their UM "stronger"/gain better control over it (Jack, Kalim, Azul). I may include some other characters later on. Also, feel free to ask me if you want to include your twst oc in this series as well! :D

This series is very self-indulgent lol, but I hope it was enjoyable. I made this part a bit short just to act as... I can't thing of the word. Like a teaser? Idk. Anywaysss, I'm gonna start making part 2 soon. If you couldn't tell, I'm extremely excited 💫

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#NEW TWST SERIES #professor!reader au #part 1 #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland