#dark paradise fanfic

[ladykikyo1792]

Wendy Returns: Pan's POV

AN: I think I promised a while back to write Peter's POV of when Wendy returns to Neverland for the first time. Here it is. If you haven't read "Dark Paradise," spoilers galore below (this takes place in "Chapter 16: You'll Never Know What Hit You"). I'd love to hear your thoughts:

            The night is cool.  Pan is used to this, just as he is used to the mist that creeps about the island now.  In a way, it’s a mirror for the desperation that’s clawed its way through his soul ever since she left. 

            Ever since he’d sent her away.

            It is as if the island itself is mourning her departure, and unable to face the many familiar places and markers he’d come to associate with her, Pan had completely changed its topography soon after his Shadow had taken her away.  Neverland is all cold breezes and tall pines now, the wind sometimes seeming to carry whispers of her memory.

            He wishes he could remember the tones of her voice.

            Instead, he remembers the crying.  Some of the Lost Boys, particularly the newer ones, always cried at first.  But typically they embraced their family and soon the crying stopped.  But not after she left.  After she left, the crying seemed to worsen, and then last throughout the night.  It haunts his mind sometimes, and he wonders if perhaps even the Boys knew what it meant that she was gone.

            Pan mourns her too, though he’d never say it aloud.  It’s reflected in the storms he summons now, in the howling of the wolves, in the shortness of his temper.  Always a vice of his, he gets angry faster now, and his hands are quicker to reach for his dagger.  He’s bloodthirsty, more ruthless, and it is as if he cannot quench his thirst for her then he must have the payment in some other way.  It’s at one such moment, his dagger poised over First Twin to give him a scar on his lips- he dared question Pan –that he freezes.

            Because there’s a scent of lilacs in the air.

            Lilacs that matched the scent of her hair.

            He gasps, the sound a small puff of air between his lips as he whirls around, launching himself into the sky.  He ignores the cries of the Boys who are gaping at him, asking what is wrong, because all he can think about, all he can focus on, is her.  Pan searches the sky for his Bird, for surely she’s here, and she’s never been good at flying- he has to catch her, cage her, keep her this time, so the island stays, so he stays…

            And yet Peter finds no trace of her in the sky, not the flutter of a nightgown, not the tiniest of bows, nor a cry of surprise.

            He’s about to scream in frustration and rage when he spies the trail of blood on the forest floor. 

            Hardly daring to hope, to dream at what he was seeing, he stalks the dainty trail through the pines.  It’s delicate, and somehow even when it’s clear she’s wounded, he can’t stop himself from thinking how much it’s like her.  Even when she manages to make a mess, it’s somehow, maddeningly neat. 

            A smile spreads across his face, and at the happiest thought he’s had in a long time- his Bird is here, at long last –he rises into the air, this time even without the aid of pixie dust.  Finally, finally, he sees her at the shoreline, and he barely registers that Rufio is with her.  It’s Wendy, undeniably Wendy, still in her nightgown, brown hair just a bit longer than he remembers, those stray curls he’s so fond of somehow a bit wilder, much like her: as he realizes, abruptly, she’s furious. 

            Peter is so thrilled to see her he can’t even bring himself to put real bite into his retort after she assures Rufio she has no plans on staying in Neverland.

            Instead, he promises her, “I don’t think you’ll have much choice in the matter. Hello, Bird.”  Peter smiles, and his eyes rake over her, cataloging the changes to her.  The affection he feels is somewhat stifled when he hears her practically spit at him:

            “Peter.  Don’t worry.  I’m not going to play a game this time.  I just want Bae back.”

            Bae?  Bae?  She’s flown across dimensions, across the stars, not for him, but for Bae? Hasn’t Wendy known?  Hasn’t she noticed?  Hasn’t she too been seeing him in her dreams?  That’s what he’s been doing.  She haunts him more than any spirit, appearing behind trees she’s never touched (for he’d brought them into existence for precisely this reason) during the day and in his mind’s eye at night, reaching out for him from her window.  In his dreams, for some reason, she always reaches for him- not the Shadow.  In his dreams, Peter always comes for her.

            He never sends her away.

            She never stares at Pan with what is, unmistakably, anguish and rage, twisted together in some unholy coupling.

            She never asks for Baelfire.

            Peter is incensed that his name is not said with the care that she says Baelfire’s, and so his words are almost poisonous as he replies, “Bae isn’t going anywhere.  And neither are you, Wendy.”

            Pan’s Shadow has told him too much.  He understands now- as much as he wants to slit Baelfire’s throat for seemingly taking his place in Wendy’s affections –that he cannot simply kill the Lost Boy.  Neither can Wendy herself leave again.

            Not only would Neverland not survive her departure, Peter highly doubts he would, either.

            So when Wendy says again, “Peter, I’m not playing another game-“ he grasps at the only thing that will make her stay:

            “But you are, Wendy.  You came back.  And now the game is never going to end.” Pan smirks at her, because she knows the rules almost as well as he does.  She has put herself back on the board, and the game will not end until he says.  And it will not end, not if he wants Neverland to survive.  Not if he needs her more than he needs air to breathe.

            Delighting at the contact of skin on skin, Peter reaches for her, pulling her to feet in a mockery of a gentleman offering a lady his hand.  She wraps her fingers around his mostly on instinct, not on desire, as becomes apparent when she snatches her hand back, stumbling as she stands.  He releases her fingers, but keeps his hand on her wrist to steady her.

            Pan raises an eyebrow, eyes finally alighting on the injury to Wendy’s foot.  His first instinct is to heal it, magic already thrumming through his veins, but it’s her eyes that give him pause.  She’s looking at him as if he’s a demon, waiting for him to summon hellfire.  It’s as though she’s never seen him before, and while he’s fully aware he has no one to blame but himself for this impression, he can’t help but feel somewhat sad at her appraisal.  It’s his wounded ego that reminds him she’s here for Bae, and so it’s with some petulance that he asks:

            “Hurt your wing, Bird?”  Wendy, unfortunately, doesn’t deign to respond.  Instead, she shakes his arm off her, and he releases her.  This is not how Peter has imagined their reunion, full of bitterness and spite and trading barbed insults, and yet, this is the hand he’s been dealt.  Wendy truly does see him as a selfish, heartless being, he realizes.  Her opinion of him has changed.  He has to reevaluate her, too.  Instead of the lovelorn girl he’d sent away, Wendy is someone different now.  Pan resists the urge to circle her, instead noting that she’s a few years older in the time of the Land Without Magic. She’s learned more, learned to hate him, and yet-

            he spies her jugular vein, pulsing wildly like a deer in the sights of a wolf.  Wendy is nervous, angry, but nervous.  In her eyes, though, he finally spots another emotion mixed in with the fear, and his heart skips a beat. 

            She isn’t fully lost to him, yet.  Not if the thought of a game is causing her heart to race, her breaths to quicken…

            But then again, there is Baelfire.  Inserting himself where he doesn’t belong.  As Pan’s thoughts return to Bae, and the silence goes on a moment too long, he remembers that Wendy came back for Baelfire. 

            Pan doesn’t know how, yet, only that he has to rid himself of the Lost Boy.  Just as he rid himself of Laddie so long ago.  Wendy herself now recognizes that Pan is thinking of a plan, and the telltale vein in her neck jumps as she becomes even more unnerved.

            Good, Peter thinks, a jolt of pleasure rushing through him, She should be nervous.

            “I’m not going with you,” Wendy announces, as if she has any control over the situation.  Pan resists the urge to laugh.  Doesn’t she understand?  He can no more let her go than he can return to his old life as Peter Ponsoby. It’s so impossible it isn’t even worth considering.  It’s perhaps the one thing that is impossible for him:  to let Wendy Darling leave Neverland, leave him, a second time.   As he stares at her, it becomes apparent that she doesn’t; she doesn’t see what is so obvious to him, and so he asks with mocking concern:

            “But don’t you want to see Bae?  He’s a Lost Boy now.”

            Wendy’s eyes widen as she asserts, “No. Never.  Bae’s not lost-“

            It’s Felix who drawls, “He’s always been lost.  He was born lost.  You could say it runs in the family.”  Pan laughs at Felix’s wit, grateful for his sense of humor, for his timing, and for his tracking skills.  While it had been…unfortunate…to demote Rufio, he has to admit, there are benefits to having Felix as his second. 

            Rufio, meanwhile, understands the change in dynamics better than Wendy does.  He stays silent.  He doesn’t challenge the joke, but he doesn’t partake, either.  It only bothers Peter for a second- it has been too long since he’s heard Rufio laugh –but he’s distracted by Wendy’s urgent:

            “What happened to Neverland?”

            Pan raises his eyebrow, realizing he’s going to have to flat out tell the Bird- he supposes, with some disappointment, that he really hasn’t been in dreams like she’s been in his, “You happened Wendy.  You changed the game when you arrived, don’t you remember? And then the game changed when you left.”  He gestures to the misty forest around them, uncertain what she’ll think of his redecoration.  Wendy had loved the tropical nature of Neverland, so the cool pines were a bit of a change.  It had seemed so appropriate to obliterate what she’d liked when he was trying to forget her, but now he feels almost…embarrassed?  It’s such a foreign notion that he banishes the thought like a nightmare.

            “It’s not…right like this. You should change it back,” Wendy states. 

            Peter smirks, recognizing her ploy.  For all her affronted rage, her polite insistence she won’t play, she’s already joined the game.  It’s true that she’s using older versions of the rules, trying to play on his ego, but oh, with her here…

            He can forgive her for not knowing the new versions just yet.  She’ll learn. And he knows in his black heart that one day, he’ll have her approval again.

            So Pan promises her, “But I am changing it back.  You’re here now, and you’re never leaving again.”

            After all, he can’t live without the scent of lilacs.

#dark paradise fanfic #darling pan #ladykikyo1792 #spoiler-rific

[chanelysz]

Dark Paradise

Na Jaemin

sinopse

As mesmas batidas que suas sapatilhas faziam ecoando sobre o palco, eram as mesmas batidas do coração dele.

Te olhar admirado, brilhando os olhos em cada movimento gracioso.

Você havia se tornado o melhor espetáculo na vida do homem, a apresentação mais linda com os melhores aplausos e súditos, o corpo mais brilhante e lindo já visto por seus olhos.

Ele pagaria cada centavo, todos os dias, todas as horas e cada segundo só para lhe apreciar e, você, mesmo não querendo reparar, sabia que havia um homem naquela plateia que te olhava, com os olhos brilhando somente em você.

E faria de tudo para que aquela e tantas outras apresentações fossem a melhor coisa que ele veria na vida toda.

#nct jaemin #na jaemin #nct fanfic #imagine #kpop #nctzen #fanfic #lana del rey #hot daddy #dark paradise #agegap

[gothcsz]

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐄. A JAVIER PEÑA FIC.

PAIRING: Javier Peña x Original Female Character

SUMMARY:   After being reassigned from Colombia to a small town in rural Texas, former DEA agent Javier Peña takes on the role of Deputy Sheriff to tackle a series of mysterious murders plaguing the community. As rumors swirl about a sacrilegious group lurking in the shadows, tension mounts among the townsfolk. Amidst the chaos, Javier finds himself drawn to Paloma, the sheriff's daughter, who captivates him not only with her beauty but also with her enchanting performances at a local bar. As Javier delves deeper into the investigation, he becomes increasingly entangled in the complexities of the case and his relationship with Paloma. Influenced by Ethel Cain's haunting album 'Preacher's Daughter,' Javier navigates a web of deceit and intrigue, uncovering shocking truths about the town and its inhabitants.

RATING:   18+ Mature topics such as sex, drugs, murder, the occult, religion, cannibalism and other triggering matters will be explored in this body of work. More specific tags will be listed on chapter posts.

DISCLAIMER/WARNINGS:   The Javier Peña referenced in this body of work is solely based off of the character that appears in Netflix’s Narcos and not the actual person. Very canon divergent and I will tweak things as I see fit to compliment the narrative of this story. While efforts have been made to be accurate in terms of canon timeline, a lot of details will be fictionalized, including the usage of the song(s) that Paloma will perform throughout the story.

CREDITS: @cavalierfou for graphic template

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

or read on ao3.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆.

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#pedro pascal fanfic #javier peña narcos #javier peña fanfic #javier peña fanfiction #javier peña smut #javier peña x ofc #javier peña fic #javier pena fanfic #javier pena narcos #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena smut #javier pena fic #pedro pascal character fanfic #yes the graphic says dark paradise but we’re just gonna ignore that 😌

[soap-ify]

to relax in your arms

simon "ghost riley" x gn!reader

wc — 1.2k

cw — pure fluff !! subtle suggestive undertones, just reader being burnt out and simon being there to help.

notes — decided to join the tumblr cod fanfic gang . . anyways !! a little fluff because mw3 early access is tomorrow and it could be angsty.

simon is observant, very observant. it's a trait you loved and hated at the same time. yes, he knew of your every cute little quirks, but at the same time, he was able to read your mood too easily — no matter how much you try to hide it otherwise.

so it wasn't a surprise when you were completely burnt out after a week long of paperwork you had to finish up for your crappy job, completely draining you out of energy. you were sat on the couch right now, inside the cozy little apartment you shared with your boyfriend. he was standing in the corner of the living room, those stern brown eyes watching your exhaustion from a distance. he was dressed in a pair of grey shirt and black sweatpants, having had just stepped out of the shower, all fresh.

he had arrived early today, price having had let simon leave the base quicker for the sake of the latter spending more time with you. but seeing you curled up tiredly on the couch; your laptop half open on the coffee table alongside the scattered papers, your face hidden in the cushion whilst your arms were wrapped around your knees — it made something in simon lighten up, a protective instinct that was always seemingly there. a need to comfort his lovely partner.

"poor baby." he cooed in his deep, gravely voice that caught your attention, indicating his presence. though you were too tired to lift your head up and greet him with that sweet usual smile that always adorned your lips. he took this time to kneel besides the couch you were curled up on, his rough yet gentle hands rubbing up and down your arms, coaxing your head up, tired eyes meeting his.

god, you were a mess. your eyes had visible dark circles, body all stiff whilst loose strands of hair were on your face. he knew this feeling too well — being so insanely burnt out that one just wished to disappear and run off to a paradise, seemingly for some rest that would last forever. though he wouldn't let his sweetheart think like that.

his fingers carefully brushed the loose hair strands off your eyes before cupping your face, his palms feeling the squish of your cheeks. "m'gonna help you relax up, 'kay?" he mumbled softly, earning a tired nod from you. he was quick to shut your laptop down and tidy up the table before his strong arms scooped you up the couch, your head instinctively burying in his neck. god, he always smelled so good.

he carried you towards the bathroom, his right foot nudging the door open. he carefully set you on your feet, hands skillfully taking off your shirt and pants alongside your undies. you were so pretty, small against his imposingly tall and muscular form. he loved you so fucking much. a sense of intimacy spread in the bathroom as he gently led you to sit inside the tub, opening the tap as warm water begin to fill the tub, soon engulfing your body in a familiar, comforting warmth.

simon went away for a few seconds and came back with a bowl of rose petals he had secretly saved up for a time like this. he poured the rose petals in the water, watching them spread out and float around your bare body. the prettiest fucking sight ever. you couldn't help but giggle at his little surprise, causing him to crack a small smile that you were still getting used to seeing. he had stopped wearing his balaclava around you, and whenever you saw his bare face and the littlw scars, you couldn't fathom out how such a gorgeous man like him was with you. though he had told you countless times that you were the prettiest thing ever, and deserved everything.

"like my surprise, love?" he asked teasingly and knelt besides the rub, earning a happy nod from you.

"yes, si." you mumbled softly, your voice a bit hoarse from the exhaustion. the warm water was doing wonders on your stiff muscles, and the scent of rose that enveloped the bathroom was so comforting. you closed your eyes and let yourself relax in the warm water.

simon grabbed a bar of soap and gently lathered it up your shoulders, his hands carefully massaging and undoing the knots. a soft groan left your lips as you leaned into him, your breathing getting slow and calm. "you won't get in with me?" you asked in that sweet voice of yours that always made him melt.

"not tonight, love. tonight's all about gettin' my baby cozy and relaxed." he chuckled quietly as he washed you up, his hands going towards your chest in order to gently caress it — chaste and loving movements. in any other situation, his hands would be doing so much more to you, but right now, you were too exhausted for that and he knew it. you were his number one priority after all.

you were starting to get sleepy, all relaxed under the caresses and rubs of his soft hands. "si..." you yawned softly, head leaning forward to press soft kisses on the bridge of your nose, his right hand coming up caress the back of your head.

"so tired, mmh? workin' so hard all week, not taking care of yourself at all." he whispered huskily into your ear, causing you to whine and give light punches on his arm, a cute pout on your lips that he immediately kissed as soon as it appeared.

you were always so sweet to him, taking care of him after rough missions or after a painful nightmare. it was his turn now to take care of you, to let you relax. after a good few minutes, he turned off the tap and took off the plug, watching the water drain out of the tub. he scooped you out of the tub and nicely dried you up with a towel, ruffling your hair up before he carried you to your shared bedroom.

he sat you down on the bed, dressing you up in a pair of his boxers and black shirt that was clearly oversized on you, making you feel all cozy. "thank you so much, si..." you sighed happily, your eyes half-open while your usually loud mind turned into a state of pure bliss. you laid down on the bed with a sleepy yawn, stretching your arms and legs out. fucking hell, you looked adorable.

he laid down besides you, his arm quickly wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer, your head pressing against his firm chest. "love you, si... love you, love you, love you." you sleepily babbled, snuggling into him, your fingers clinging onto the fabric of his shirt whilst your eyes fluttered shut.

"love you too, baby. now hush, go to sleep. m'gonna keep you all cozy." he whispered softly, one arm reaching out to turn off the lamp and pull the blanket over you both. he sighed softly, his eyes soon fluttering shut too whilst he held you protectively, feeling your body relaxing as you entered a state of well needed sleep.

"goodnight, love."

#who else is anxious for mw3 #i feel sick #anyways #soft ghost #i love him so much #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #cod x reader #rurufic #simon ghost riley x reader #i am just tagging anything at this point

[lorena12me]

you know what? I want to write a fanfic of TimBern in his high school versions, playing that "Seven Minutes in Paradise" game, where Tim and Bernard are locked up in some dark, closed-off place and everyone thinks nothing is going to happen to them. for the "super straight" Bernard Dowd and Tim Drake, but as soon as the door closes Bernard put his hand on Tim's cheek and ask him directly if he can kiss him. And Tim says yes after being surprised by the way Bernard looks at him, and then they kiss for seven minutes and reach many realizations. But when they leave they don't talk about it and just leave it as if nothing had happened (Both have to come to an understanding with their discoveries about their sexuality and are too insecure to try anything else) and then everything happens as in the canon until their reunion for the monster of chaos where they both look at each other and remember what happened and realize that this time they are both ready to give the next step. (Obviously Tim would not be Steph's boyfriend at the exact moment the game happened, because infidelity is not my thing) I know, super cliche but I like it hahaha, I'll probably write something like this for Timbern week if I can fit it in with any of the ads.

bad doodle of this idea:

#tim drake #timber #bernard dowd #red robin #tim x bernard #timbern #my art #tim drake x bernard dowd #robin tim drake

[imaginesandbandfiction]

Triad Part 7 — Trouble in Paradise

A Cazriel x Reader Headcanon

A/N: MFW the silly little smut drabble series I started over winter break starts developing a plot :o

Lmaooo I should have seen this coming. Be patient with me, I'm in a creative writing MFA program so fanfic isn't my priority rn but this series is begging to be written so I'm going to follow those vibes as far as they take me, just bear with me if updates are sporadic.

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Warnings: Angst, some smut

Of course, there’s a learning curve that comes with a Triad Bond. Sex is the easy part—being in a relationship with two bullheaded Illyrian males is more complicated.

Rhys tried his best not to send any of you on solo missions but, inevitably, something came up and Azriel had to go undercover in the Court of Nightmares. It’s a top-secret mission and he has to block you and Cassian out the entire time he’s there, lest someone learn the true reason for his visit.

And… it was a lot easier to be a spy without two mates waiting for him back home. His mental shields are ironclad, trapping all the frustration and sadness behind closed doors, but it seeps out in other ways. His shadows are way more vicious than they normally are and, after long days spent playing nice with Keir and his cronies, as soon as his bedroom door locks behind him, he fists his cock in quick strokes. It takes a matter of minutes for him to spill himself into the mattress with how pent-up he is.

Things aren’t much better in Velaris. Sure, you and Cas have each other, but the bond hates the dark hole where Az should be and no matter how hard you try to soothe the ache, it never goes away.

Cassian throws himself into training; on days he doesn’t have other work to do, he flies out to Windhaven and spends the day beating the shit out of anyone who dares challenge him. When he comes home late at night, you patch him up with soft, delicate touches and hold him until his tears dry up.

Sex isn’t the same without Azriel there, either. You try to hold out; it feels wrong without him, but everything boils over a week into his absence.

Cassian spent the day in Windhaven, again, and you wait up with a book and a cup of tea but it’s morning when he slams through the door drenched in blood and reeking like the mixed-together contents of a liquor cabinet.

“Cas?” You mumble, lifting your head off the couch cushion and rubbing your eyes as you push yourself into a sitting position. He stomps past you into the bedroom and you hear the water running as he fills the bath. Stifling a yawn, you push through the nausea swirling in your gut and follow him on your tiptoes.

When you push the washroom door open, you see his broad shoulders bent over the edge of the half-filled tub, bloodied and shaking with the force of his sobs.

You surge forward and fall to your knees next to him, wrapping your arms around his middle.

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby,” you whisper, rubbing his back. His head drops to your chest and you feel his rumbling anger in your soul.

Y/N? It’s Rhys’ voice in your head, tentative and sheepish. Is he okay?

No, you snarl back, immediately feeling guilt for the harshness of your words. But Ariel is gone, Cassian is broken, and your heart is torn in two. You force yourself to be gentler as you ask: Is there something I should know?

Rhys hesitates. Devlon called me in to fetch him this morning and… it wasn’t pretty. I’ll send word to Madja and tell her you’re going to be out for a few days.

Before you can protest, he continues. I know you’ve been working overtime. You’re running yourself ragged, Y/N. You need a break just as much as he does.

Rhysand cuts off the mental connection in the middle of your indignant huff, but the gears in your mind are turning. Instead of turning to each other in Az’s absence, you’ve been burying yourselves in solitude and work. Clearly, something has to change.

You loosen the strip of leather holding Cas’s hair up and sprinkle deep purple healing magic into it as you run your fingers through his thick locks. It’s just enough to calm him down, sobs tapering off into shuddering breaths.

“Cas?” You ask when he finally stills, slumping boneless against you. “Whose blood is this?”

He tilts his head back, guilt filling in every line on his face, and your heart clenches. No wonder Rhys offered to talk to Madja for you; he probably needed her to fix whatever damage Cassian’s misplaced anger had caused.

“‘M sorry,” Cas whispers, burying his face in your neck again. “I didn’t mean to, I just…”

“Shhh,” you shushed him, curling one arm to cradle his head. “I know you didn’t, baby. Rhys does too. This is new territory for all of us, and there were bound to be some kinks to work out.” Cas nods against you and you squeeze him as tight as you can, channeling love and healing magic through the bond. Behind you, the tub is full of steamy hot water, so you wave your hand to get rid of Cas’s clothes and help him into the bath.

When he’s settled, you shed your nightgown and get in with him. He rests his head against the side of the tub and lets you run a bar of soap over the planes of his muscles, healing bruises and scrapes as you find them.

"Thank you," he whispers once you’ve finished. He reaches one hand out and pulls you against his chest without opening his eyes.

The bond settles as much as it can without a third anchor to tether itself to. You lay there, basking in the soft glow of your mingling magic, until suddenly Cassian stands up, pushing you off him.

“Sorry,” he grunts when you fall forward, splashing into the water. “I just…” You follow his gesturing hand down the V of his hips and the problem stares out at you—long, thick, and hard. “I dunno, it feels wrong without Az.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, torn between the mouth-watering sight of him on display, just inches from your face, and the guilt bubbling up inside you. In the end, the bond makes the decision for you, practically shoving you forward to pull Cas’s cock in between your lips.

His protests are dead on arrival; you don’t even hear them, too focused on pouring all your pent-up sexual frustration out onto him.

After just a few minutes, his hips are bucking wildly and he forces himself to pull back. You look up at him with wide eyes and saliva dripping down your chin, and he growls, tugging you out of the tub so he can shove you against the wall. He drops to his knees and drapes one of your legs over his shoulder, devouring you like a man starved.

With no patience left for teasing, he fucks you with his tongue, plunging deep into your core until you’re writhing against him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, tumbles out of your head and into his as the pleasure builds and builds.

That's it, baby, he sends back down the bond, digging into your sweet spot with one of his fingers. Let go for me.

Your body follows his command, the tightly wound coil inside of you snapping as soon as you have permission. He grins against you as you fuck his face, riding out your high.

As soon as he pulls away, he’s got his hands under your ass, hauling you up into his arms as he presses his cock into your slick folds. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively as your head drops back against the wall.

It’s quick and dirty. Without Azriel there to force you to slow down and savor each other, you’re teetering on the edge of a second orgasm before you’ve fully recovered from the first. Cassian’s thrusts grow sloppier and you feel through the bond that his release is looming.

When he ducks his head to pull one of your nipples between his teeth, both of you lose the last of your self-control. Cas drives his hips into you and fills you up, tipping you over the cliff. You clench your walls around him as your release comes gushing out.

Meanwhile, in one of the training rooms under the mountain, a wave of something washes over Az as he’s running through drills against a training dummy with Truth Teller. At first, he thinks it’s nausea and regrets not stopping by the kitchens to grab a bite earlier, but the ache is too low to be coming from his stomach.

When he reaches one gloved hand to palm himself through his leathers, he’s shocked to find his cock solid and straining against the fabric. He thanks the Mother that he’s training alone today and makes quick work of it.

Three weeks into Az’s mission, Mor heads under the mountain to check on him under the guise of visiting her father. She enters the dining room and immediately realizes that something is wrong. There’s a woman sitting to Kier’s right, and Az is on her other side. His shadows nip at Mor’s toes like she’s the enemy as she takes her seat on her father’s left.

He refuses to speak to her, but when they make eye contact during dessert, his eyes are dark and stormy, filled with shadows of their own.

When she retires to her room later that night, she reports back to Rhys who orders her to pull Az out as soon as she can.

Despite the fact that they haven’t slept together in decades, it’s easy to slip back into old habits. The next morning at breakfast, she lays it on thick. By dinner time, her father merely waves them off when she requests the Shadowsinger for her own personal reasons.

“Go on then,” he grunts, rolling his eyes. “I’ll let the High Lord know when I require your presence next.”

As soon as they’ve both gathered their belongings, Mor winnows them away. When his feet touch solid ground, Az shoves her away with a snarl. His shadows surge forward to cushion her back and prevent her from falling; even blinded by his anger, he doesn't want to hurt her.

“What the fuck,” he growls. “I wasn’t done!”

“I have orders to pull you out of there. Rhys thinks you’ve gone in too deep.” Az growls like a feral animal being forced into a cage.

“Rhysand needs me in there now more than ever. Something’s happening, Mor. Something big, and I was working my way in, I—“

Mor cuts him off, holding a hand up to silence him.

“You think I don’t know that? Whether I like it or not, that’s my father. I know something’s up, but Rhys needs you in there, Azriel. And you’re not you right now. You’re cold and ruthless, not thinking clearly after too much time away from your mates.”

Az deflates and drops onto the sofa behind him. It’s the worn old leather one in Rhys’s mother’s cottage, in Windhaven. Mor sits down next to him, rubbing a hand across his shoulders, careful to avoid brushing against his wings which are rigid and full of tension.

“It’s not your sole responsibility to save the world, Az. You’re an excellent spy, but you’re more than that, too. Don’t let the tunnel vision take over.”

Az drops his head into his hands, letting out all of the air in his lungs with one deep sigh. He knows she’s right, that the bond should be a strength and not a weakness, but he’s terrified that something will happen to his mates. He couldn’t risk it, not when he was down there.

But that wasn’t his decision to make alone. The more he fought against the bond, the more it fought back, rattling his brain and tugging at every one of his senses. The effort to keep it bottled up drained his energy until all he could see was the mission, his purpose. Gathering information about the woman, Amarantha, became the most important thing in his life.

So he feels like a bit of an asshole when he turns up on your doorstep with his rucksack slung over one shoulder and only a faint shimmer of the bond left flickering inside his chest. It’s not enough to keep him tethered to the two of you, so he has no idea how you're feeling, but he forces himself to knock on the door, anyway.

“Hi,” you whisper, letting your arm drop from the doorknob to your side. On your end, the bond bursts into bright golden flames that shoot down, making a beeline for Azriel.

It tugs at Cas’s side, too, and then his head pops up behind your shoulder.

“Hi,” he says, flashing the dopiest grin that Azriel has ever seen.

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and now, for a request that took me six months to start writing and two months to finish due to personal stuff. jesus christ i should start including financial compensation alongside my fics.

anyways happy spooky szn everyone!! now that my reqs are finally empty i'll be reworking my page soon and opening them again💞

unspoken words, an orpheus x maid reader fanfic📕

tags/heads up: reader is a maid, gender not specified, one sided enemies to lovers kinda????, suggestive only if you squint really hard and get your eyes reaaaally close to the screen (theres only kissing tbh)

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Being a survivor was never easy. Peer pressure from both your team and people outside it, dealing with all sorts of blows directed right at you - either the physical ones, by the hunter, or the verbal ones from the other survivors.

But being a survivor AND a servant? It made things even worse.

Right after a match, it was only a matter of time when you'd hear groans and whines about how there's no tea and biscuits served in the living room, how there's so much dust on library shelves, how stained the floor in the hall is. And there was no time to catch a break, hell, no time to heal either. You roughly wiped your bloodstained knees, plucked out pieces of wood that dug themselves into your palms, and got back to work. As drops of remaining blood rolled down your leg and you felt your hips crack each time you bent down, you got back to your everyday cleaning service. As you were a maid - the only one that was available at all times, at least, and the only one who was actually living and not just a stitched-up corpse - most if not all of the household manor duties ended up a burden on your back. Strolling between the survivor side and the hunter side, you served warm cups of lemon tea, handed clean towels, even polished shoes. And my god, there was no mercy from either side. Everything was always "not good enough", and most of the time you barely even got a "thank you" handed back. One time, one especially daring hunter dared to spit on you as you scrubbed the tiles beneath him - let's just say that the handle of your broom got to his ankles quite quickly.

The maid life was ugly, but it had its benefits, too. For example, you heard all sorts of juicy gossip dealt from mouth to mouth, from ear to ear, dark secrets from every single person inhabiting the manor. And as most people ignored you unless they needed some unimportant favor from you, in the meantime there was plenty of alone time you could use up until the next bell ring. Curled up in a hidden part of the library, a plate stacked with softened butter cookies by your feet, your free time was spent dozing off on the soft, velvet cushions of the hard sofa by the foggy window, your eyes occasionally skimming through a yellowed book.

~

"Oh, sorry." Helena mumbled as the tip of her cane accidentally scratched your hand as you scrubbed the floor. "I knew you were somewhere in front of me, but I didn't know where exactly."

"It's all good, Hele." Helena was one of the more polite residents, but it was just part of her nature - shy, polite, respectful. Compared to everyone else, she was just a kid after all.

You achingly checked the grandfather clock looming over you, waiting eagerly until it rang for five o'clock and signaled your break for the day. Yesterday you stumbled over a really good book, with a fascinating plot decked into at least five hundred pages. You barely got to skim over the first few when you heard a whine from the living room, demanding a serving of pastries. It kept you up all day long and you could barely contain yourself from running to your little haven straight away.

At last, your deserved break came, and you almost tripped over the carpet folds as you ran towards the rusty trapdoor separating you from your one-hour paradise. Yet, as you lunged right for the piled-up cushions, you noticed a figure.

Someone.

Sitting on your sofa.

Reading a book.

Not just a random book.

The exact same one you picked up and tucked under the pillows yesterday, so no one can get their grubby little hands on it except you.

And, to top it all off, it was no other than the novelist, Orpheus, who was sifting impatiently through the pages, splayed on your sofa like a frog, his leg bouncing nervously.

Ugh, that Orpheus. He was polite and all, one of the exceptions, good-looking even, but god did something about him rub you the wrong way. He always said hello, said goodbye, said thank you and please, smiled back at you, yet...

"Oh, good afternoon, ___!"

The position he was in right now really wasn't helping.

"Hello, sir Orpheus." The "sir" title you had to use out of respect awfully repulsed you, even more so than "lady". Perhaps it was the undertone of uttermost submission unavoidably coming with it. "May I ask you, what are you doing here?"

"Oh. Well, I was on a.... little expedition, will you", he chuckled, nervously playing with the buttons on the cuff of his shirt, "Y'know, messing with the bookshelves and what not, when I stumbled upon this fine little room. Seems like I'm not the first one to discover it, am I?"

"No, you're not." You forced yourself to smile, and sat right by him, the cushions dipping under your weight and slightly pulling you two closer. "I've claimed it as my own, in fact. I believe you don't mind that, do you?"

"I-I don't mind it at all! No no, how could I? Well, I..." He mumbled nonsense, trying to hide his face as he cleaned his monocle. He seemed especially nervous today, and he wasn't the calmest in general, either. "...may I assume you don't mind me staying a bit longer here, do you?"

You sighed. Well, maybe some company instead isn't a bad thing. Even if it was him. "I'll let it slip this time. Want some cookies?" You pulled out a scratched tin box from under one of the big cushions, and messed with the tightly clasped lid. "They're a bit stale, but they taste just fine."

He pressed his lips into a thin line. Hesitatingly, he picked a crumbling cookie and wrapped it in his handkerchief. "Thank you for welcoming me so nicely despite your... condition, y'know. I can only imagine how hard it can be having the role of a maid and a competitor at the same time." There was pity in his voice, a hint of internalized shame, maybe. Willingly or not, his last sentence created an uncomfortable silence between you two, and it was only a matter of time before one of you broke it.

"...You're welcome", you went in head-first into the conversation, "but I really don't need your pity. I didn't get a lot of it in the first place, and I sure don't need it now. My life is what it is, and neither of us can change it."

He sighed. "I suppose you're right", he said as he got up and stretched, "just saying, though.. accepting empathy or help here and there really isn't that humbling as it seems." He calmly walked through the trapdoor, as if he didn't say anything.

God. You decide to be nice for once and you get back a lesson instead? How fun. Especially when it's from someone who you thought you could confide in. But you're not going to allow his words to get to your skull - there's so much better things to think of compared to that....

~

"My apologies, dear." Michiko whispered as she quickly tiptoed away, accidentally bumping into you the second before.

"I'd advise you to be more careful where you tread, doll", Joseph suddenly appeared in the hallway, weaving his words with his usual husky yet elegant voice, "I believe you don't want any accidents to occur while working, hm?"

Out of almost all of the (adult) hunters, Joseph was the most talkative. And you were no exception - he regularly spoke to the other survivors, often scaring them by whispering from behind their back or jumping out of the shadows. He wasn't trying to form strong relationships, obviously, but it seemed like he wasn't the type to withold his comments. After some time spent observing you deduced that Joseph might be a little bit too fascinated with you - or at least a little bit too interested in chatting with you.

"No, Joseph, I, in fact, don't.", you groaned as you threw the broom back in your bucket, "Besides, shouldn't you be more worried about your own wellbeing, old man? Should I bring you some balm for your sore limbs?"

He clicked his tongue. "Tch. You know I have good intentions, dear." One blink later and he already merged with the shadows, looking for someone else to talk to.

"Woah. What was all that about?" You heard a voice behind you, a bit shaky and uncertain. It was - you sighed - Orpheus again, in his hands a ceramic tray stacked with porcelain dishes and silverware, a warm scent of mint emitting from the glossy teapot. He wasn't having a good time trying to balance it in his arms.

"Nothing. Just Joseph being Joseph. Mind me taking this for you?" you grabbed the tray in an instant, now much more stable under your grip.

"I...do, actually." He slowly pulled the tray back towards him, a bit hesitantly now as his hands shook beneath it again. "I thought once you finish we could sit down for tea. Y'know, just the two of us. In the little room in the library. I can bug Norton for some of his tres leches if you want. Or maybe Margaretha for pierogi if you're craving something savory instead... Sorry, I wanted it to be a suprise." He looked away, bashfully, as if he regretted doing all of this in the end. You weren't sure what had gotten into you at that moment, but you suddenly felt that if you don't accept his offer now, you might feel really bad later on. Like looking at a sad little puppy's beady eyes.

"Thinking of it now, it doesn't seem like a bad way to pass the afternoon. I'm in."

~

You puffed at the steam coming from your cup.

"Joseph really gets on your nerves, hm, ____?"

"A bit, yeah. Snooty old man."

"Ah, come on now, he isn't that bad. He's quite pleasant to talk, actually. A little intimidating, very peculiar, but pleasant. Most of the time."

"Wish it was like that when playing against him. I go through hell and back while dressing my wounds because of his damned rapier. How did it even get approved by the owner?

"He's a veteran, so I believe they decided to let it slip back then. Or maybe he just swayed DeRoss off of his feet with his Frenchman charm and the two lasers he has for eyes."

You almost choked on your tea. Orpheus had a suprisingly sharp tongue, unfitting with his unsuspecting face and downturned eyes. He took off his gloves - revealing rough yet nimble fingers - and scooped some pierogi onto his plate.

"Was this a pleasant enough suprise for you?"

"Well, for the first time someone has been nice to me in a while, it's quite delightful, I admit."

"You mean, you wouldn't consider Joseph being polite towards you as "being nice"?"

"Hm?"

"Oh, just wondering, since I overheard bits of your conversation today. He didn't really sound rude, did he?"

"I mean, he wasn't rude or anything, it's just...I don't know how to explain it. Yeah, people are nice to me, actually, quite a lot of them, but they rarely go beyond their words. They don't put them into action."

"I see. I believe it gets annoying with time."

"It does."

"Do you put what you say into action, too?"

"...What are you implying?"

"As in, when you like a person or care for them, do you also try to put into action your love for them?"

"Orpheus, I put everything into action. Every day. That's my job as a maid."

"Yes, I...know that very well, but do you put love in action, too?"

"I don't have time for love. Nor is there anyone to fully love here, I fear. Just tolerate and like, maybe. If they're really nice."

He sat up straight, his thumb trailing his bottom lip back and forth.

"See, I'm no expert, but I do feel that you're denying yourself of something you don't know you need most."

Leaving you puzzled, he got up and left the room.

~

"Orpheus, have you ever kissed somebody before?"

He suddenly jolted, staring back at you from the other edge of the sofa.

"What kind of question is that?" He tilted his head, pouring milk into his tea. One tea break ensued after another, and now it has become an unspoken rule to bring something to sip (or munch) on to the library hideout as the clock struck for afternoon.

"You know how they portray poets and novelists. Romantic, sensual, passionate. I just assumed you already have some experience with dating."

A faint pink flashed his cheeks. "Well, now, what is it that prompted you to ask me? And now, of all times?"

Sip by sip, sentence by sentence, and you got quite close to Orpheus in these few months. You couldn't help but think about his words here and there - to do something with love, not just because you have to. Or out of love. Whatever. The following day after he brought you tea for the first time, you felt the moral obligation to invite him for lunch. And so the cycle continued, an opportunity to chat appeared along with it, and in Orpheus you now saw a friend. Perhaps. There were bits of joy in the moments when you picked out the perfect flavor for the day or played with coffee cream, attempting to make some designs with it.

No, in fact, there was no real reason behind your question. It seemed fitting enough for the moment, and maybe, just maybe, you wanted to catch him off guard again.

"Felt like it."

He cleared his throat. "Well, if you're so curious about it.... not really. Fangirls were common but... I'm simply not very experienced. Some may see me as charismatic but once things get a little bit more serious I don't know what to do. Was that the answer you expected from me?"

It was a bit ironic. A bit cute, even. How his charisma only reached up to actual love, the real thing. The same thing he remarked you needed the most.

"Funny. The Orpheus, the detective novel author, afraid of love? Out of all things?"

It didn't take long for him to pout his lips, looking away in shame. "To be fair, there's quite a bit to be afraid of in love. There's commitment, passion, building trust, insecurity... It takes a lot to love."

"I see."

"May I ask you the same question?"

"Which one - if I've ever kissed someone? Never. Never had the opportunity. Never felt the need, in fact. It wasn't a necessity to have a partner, only a plus. It's not something to be terribly afraid of. I believe it just happens and, well, you go with the flow."

"Well, maybe you never feared it because you never reached its starting point."

"Oh, Orpheus, you're supposed to be a novelist, not a philosopher."

~

The library sofa is quite practical. If you pull the compartment at the bottom of it a little too hard, it can be stretched out, turning it into a large comfortable bed, although a bit rough on the skin.

You and Orpheus laid on the sofa-bed, directly facing the large window, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the glass.

"It's really calming here. Lulls you right to sleep." He started, his monocle set aside. Now having a better look at his so-to-speak "monocled" eye, you noticed it's more downturned than the other.

"...Mhm." Already half asleep, you turned your head towards his face, soaked up his profile through lidded eyes.

"____ , is everything okay?"

"Everything is just fine. Juuust fine. I'm just a bit sleepy."

You looked at his hand, laying by his hip between you two, fingers twitching here and there nervously. He never took his gloves off in front of you except for when he was eating.

"You can go take a nap if you want. I'll wake you up once it's time to go."

Your hand mindlessly headed towards his and your fingers pinched at the satin gloves, trying to take them off his hands.

"No, I think i'm good."

He sighed sharply. That wasn't a sigh of annoyance, it was a sigh of pain, like trying to breathe deeply while your heart aches.

"God, no. Please, ____ , don't do this to me."

He was scared, and now you were too, but his hand remained still. Torn between pleasure and horror. His fingers cold and nimble, his hand rough and calloused again. For an unknown reason, you wanted to hold it, from the second your gaze switched to it.

"I'm not doing anything bad, am I?"

Your fingers finally fit between his, palm to palm. It was weird. Like holding a pleasantly cold cup and trailing across sandpaper at the same time. But it felt good. It felt safe, secure, like it could last forever.

"You know what you're doing."

You felt his fingers tighten around your hand, gripping it tightly.

"...Please keep on doing it."

~

Seven o'clock.

An envelope in your hands. Your name written on it in the prettiest cursive you've seen, like a treat, baiting you to open it.

But you held back.

You waited.

The door creaked behind you. Not turning back, you spoke softly:

"Orpheus."

"____"

Your name uttered between breaths.

The clack of his shoes, his weight switching from leg to leg, his breathing becoming louder. You could now feel it on your neck. The chilling warmth.

"Why didn't you open the letter?"

"You know why."

"You're cruel."

"But you came anyways."

He sighed. "... for love." It sounded heavy coming from his mouth.

"For love." You smiled, the word now as light as a butterfly. The knife tore through paper and you skimmed through the lines of words, a careful gaze watching you as you did so.

"...What do you think?"

"It's wonderful."

"I know what's on your mind."

You turned towards him now. Face to face. Mere inches separating your eyes. Eyes, wandering everywhere else except towards what laid in front of them.

You tried to lay your hands around his neck. You tried, really. But the look in his eyes already denied you before you even started.

His hands quickly reached for your lowering wrists.

"Give me a moment, I beg of you." He whispered, shaking.

His lips indecisevly hovered above your lips, then your neck, your nose, your cheek. You closed your eyes firmly, only opening them once you felt comforting warmth on your jaw. He pulled back, leaving a translucent string of saliva as he parted.

"I know it wasn't as magical as you expected it to be. I'm sorry, ____ ."

"We barely even started, Orpheus."

He tried to object, to bury himself again, but before the words could slip from his mouth, your lips shut him up. And so, in a mere moment, the unspoken words did not matter anymore.

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when he walks in…

A few things… there is some Lucifer slander but that should be expected as he is the devil from da bible.

Also a few references to Paradise Lost. How can you write bible fanfics (or anything about Luci) without referencing the OG bible fanfic.

Sera is also a big part of this but I want to think that she was kind before the exterminations.

Also my interpretation of eve.

And Adam is so Ooc but there is still bits and pieces. I definitely headcanon that he wasn’t always a misogynistic prick but was spoiled because he never ate the apple.

And finally (Y/n) is used to refer to reader but it’s completely gender neutral.

Your purpose was to keep Lucifer busy so that he wouldn’t go out seeking Lilith.

The first memory you had was blurry and the conversation you overheard was fuzzy but you’re sure it was about you.

“I don’t want an angel I want the human woman.” A man shouted.

“You don’t want an angel, fine!” A woman replied as if trying to calm a toddler throwing a tantrum. A slight sting came from your back, feathers flew around you.

“Oh really? How’re they going to get around without wigs, Sera?” There was a triumphant tone in the man’s voice. “Face it, they can’t live here if they’re human but they can’t be down there because it’s supposed to be just a single man and a single woman, and if they have wings they’re an angel so I don’t want THEM!!”

“Fine!! You know what!! They’ll bleed red like the humans do but I’ll give them the wings of an insect. They’ll be like nothing or no one else. Will that make you happy. A being not quite human but most definitely not an angel.” You felt your skin contort and mutate as Sera molded and shifted your flesh.

“You want me to be with some hideous monster? No. Sera, no! I love Lilith. She’s just the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Lucifer stop! She is Adam’s wife. You can have my new creation.” Sera pushed you forward and the first thing that properly came into your vision was the short man with blond hair and rosy cheeks.

“Get that freak away from me!” He shouted and ran off.

“Did I come out wrong?” Sera’s heart almost broke as you said those words.

“No Darling. You’re perfect. Just give him time.”

He never came back after that. News that he had taken Lilith away swept the city behind the pearly gates.

“Did I do something wrong Sera?”

“No darling. He never gave you a chance. Come on now. We should get back to work.”

“is that all I’m good for? Work work work! I have to run around maintaining balance for people who don’t even care about me, and all because Lucifer didn’t choose me. Where’s my choice?”

“What do you want to do then?” She groaned.

“I heard that a new bride was made for Adam. He named her Eve. I also heard that Raphael was going to visit them, can I go with? Please?” Sera smiled at you.

Sera nodded. “If you want to oversee the garden you may.”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank You!!”

“Go get ready, it’s quite muddy down there so you should probably change out of your white clothes!”

It was so green down there. “Hi! I’m (Y/n). Sera made me.”

“Who’s Sera?” A beautiful girl with dark brown hair and tan skin asked. She had big brown eyes and was of shorter stature.

“Doesn’t matter right now. Who are you?” You said with curiosity. A taller man wrapped his arms around the woman.

“Back off! I already had one angel steal my first wife. I’m not letting Eve slip away so easily.”

“Yes that’s actually what we came to talk about.” Raphael had said.

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After explaining what had happened with Lucifer to the humans Raphael had left. Eve wandered off halfway through the story leaving you with Adam.

“So…” he started, leaning back on his hands.

“I have so many things I want to ask you! First off, what was Lilith like?” You sat next to him, your knees against your chest.

“Prideful and lazy. I told her over and over again that we needed to grow food for keep the lions from killing the lambs but all she wanted to do was lounge on the beach.”

“Next question. What’s life like down here?”

“It’s… great actually. Other than the slight of having Lilith taken. Eve’s just fantastic though, she listens to everything I ask of her. I always got the feeling that Lilith hated being made for me and she wanted to be her own person. So her leaving is whatever. I wouldn’t want to be told that my only purpose was to be made for someone else’s sake.”

“I was made for someone else and I was fine with it.”

“I feel like Eve’s like that. She was made from my rib ya know. I let her do whatever she wants when she feels like it so she doesn’t get suffocated and leave me too. I love her so fucking much. Trust me, when she gets back I’ll ask her to tell you about all her favorite fruits. You’ll love her as much as I do.”

“What is freedom like? What is it like to live for yourself? You and Eve get to don’t you?”

“Yeah. We still have our duties in the garden but she’s always so excited to help. Do you not have freedom?”

“Not particularly. Sera keeps me pretty busy. I live her her rules, her will alone.”

“Was she the one who you were made for?”

You look away bashfully. “No, I was made for Lucifer so he could stop obsessing over Lilith.”

“Well, thanks for failing. I wouldn’t have Eve if he gave up on Lilith.”

“That actually makes me feel a little better.”

“Hey are you always so obedient to that Sera chick?”

“I have to be. She created me and I must honor her rules and orders above all else.”

“You seem tense. How many rules do you have?”

“Too many to count.”

“We only have one rule here.”

“Don’t eat the apple from the forbidden tree.” You and him say in unison.

“I know.” You look away. “Adam. Promise me one thing.” You look back at him with a desperate look in your eyes. “No matter what you do you have to follow that one rule okay? No matter if you’re starving, no matter if Eve is being threatened. You can never break that rule. Not even if Eve does. Tell her too, okay. Not if she’s starving. Not if you’re being threatened. I already lost my purpose in life because the man I was made for broke the rules and got kicked out. Promise me that you will never break this one simple rule.”

“Okay! Geez, you’re kinda dramatic. I’ll go tell Eve.” He stood up and walked away.

“You’re purpose in life huh? Don’t be so dramatic!” A voice from behind you called out.

“You can’t be here! HE forbid it.”

“HE can’t tell me what to do anymore.”

“HE still loves you. Just apologize for what you did and we can go home.”

“I’m never going back. And I’m never going to be with you! So just take your disgusting SELF AND GO AWAY!!”

“Am I not good enough?”

“NO!!”

“Adam!?” You called out to him surprised at his sudden outburst.

“Eve!” Lucifer shouted worriedly as you both rushed to where the cry came from.

“WHAT DID YOU DO!! (Y/N)!! HELP!! We can fix this… WE CAN FIX THIS RIGHT??!!”

“What happened?” You asked trying to calm Adam down.

“I’m sorry. They said I didn’t know what I was doing. They said I was ignorant. I was. I was so stupid.”

“…What did you do Lucifer?”

“I showed her the truth. The truth that all of you were trying to hide.” He smirked triumphantly. However his smile faded as lightning struck behind him. The winds picked up. The sky darkened with rain clouds rolling in.

“Eve just apologize. Just say you made a mistake. HE is very forgiving. Please.”

“But it’s their fault! They tricked me! I’m not the one to blame! It was them! It was him!” She tried to reason.

“No no no! Just apologize! Eve just apologize! You won’t be in trouble. Just own up to your mistakes and ask for forgiveness!” You tried to persuade.

“Eve just do it!” Adam demanded.

“You eat it. We can do this together.” She pleaded.

“I… I can’t.”

“What’s the big deal? It’s just a stupid apple. Now she can be more informed about her own life.” Lucifer shouted.

“it was their one rule! Why couldn’t you just mind your own FUCKING business!” You shouted at him. “I wasn’t good enough so you had to have Lilith! I thought maybe, just maybe, now that he’s happy I could move on! I was ecstatic when I saw them! I thought overseeing them would bring me a sense of purpose! But no! You had to mess that up for me too!”

“Do you honestly think that I give a shit about you?! That for one moment I thought about YOU!?” Lucifer laughed in your face. “That’s utterly pathetic!! YOU’RE pathetic!!”

“You shut up! They’re great! They’re kind and they actually want to protect us!!” Adam yelled as he held Eve.

No matter what kind word he said, Lucifer’s words stung like nothing else. Tears flowed from your eyes.

“You know what? Fuck you Lucifer!” You shouted and ran away.

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You hadn’t thought about that for nearly 5 decades. Then a certain brunette walked up behind Sera. He was rounder and dressed in white and gold robes. “Little darling. I’d like you to meet Adam, the first man.”

“We’ve met. Hi!” You waved.

“Hey teeny.” He smiled.

“Hey! I’m not short! You grew since the last time I saw you! I wasn’t this small when I-” You cut yourself off.

“When we first met, I know.” He smiled softly. But his smile drop as he spoke next. “She’s gone. He succeeded in taking her away from me. I thought you’d like to know.”

“Adam, I’m sorry. I should’ve-”

“Hey. I’m here because of you. You saved me. You tried to save her.” He cut you off and wrapped you in a hug. “Sorry. I just need this.”

“Take as long as you need.” You hugged him back.

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“Ugh! Those dumb fucking whores!” Adam shouted.

“What’s wrong now?” You groaned. Adam had gotten an attitude after he made it into Heaven.

“It’s that short fucking clown and the whore he left you for! Those skanks had a baby! She was such a lazy prude when she was with me but apparently she couldn’t keep her fucking legs closed and put out for that ugly little shit!”

“Hypocrite. You‘ve been having sex with pretty much anything that moves.”

“Okay but the difference is that I actually populated the earth like I was suppose to. She was created to be the mother of all humans yet she goes off and makes hell-spawn instead.”

“Are you feeling insecure?” You teased.

“No! Fuck you, bitch!” You giggled as he pouted.

“Hey! I just had an idea how we can get back at them.”

“How?”

“We get married.”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” He blushed. “We can’t do that!”

“Why not? If you’re not into me or you don’t want to give up sleeping around then you can just say so. But it would say to the brat downstairs that he isn’t the only one who can swoop in and steal away someone else’s lady. And it would prove to our Ex that we aren’t still thinking about each other.”

“But we are.”

“They don’t have to know that.”

“If we do this you’re taking my awesome dick every night.”

“Deal, you big horny crybaby.” You kissed the tip of his nose.

The news of the spur wedding rocked the pearly gates and all seven rings of Hell. All except the palace of the pride ring. They all couldn’t care less.

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It’s been a few months since you two got married. You sat brushing your husbands wings.

“Hey babe?” He turned to you slightly.

“Yes?”

“…do you think that I’m a good person?”

“Why do you ask?”

“…I feel like everyone always pities me because of my exes. They always say how I’m so good for listening. Does that make me a good person?”

“Sometimes you can be a bit misogynistic.”

“You get paid more than me! Why do I always have to pay for supper!?”

“Because you barely ever let me choose where we eat.” You tease.

“Spicy food makes me sick! I don’t want to be stuck on the toilet for three hours just because of your freakishly high tolerance.” He pouts.

“It’s also gentlemanly to pay. Besides you insist on getting burritos from that one place twice a month. …why do you ask anyway?”

“Sera’s got this dumb idea. It’s got me thinking about what makes a good person.”

“I wouldn’t know, I was created to follow rules. If I didn’t, I’d fall like Lucifer.”

“We had one rule. Then everything changed when Kane killed Able. I don’t even know if I’m a good person.”

“I think killing is back, harming children is also bad, sexual abuse is also bad. All these things are very purposeful though. People like that don’t change, but you changed. You used to sleep around and now you’re committed to me and you seem much happier.

“Can sinners change?”

“Not all obviously, but if they wanted to maybe.”

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too baby.” When he walks in I am loved… I am loved.

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Echos in Paradise Lost.

Adam x Reader x Eve.

Reader is intersex and goes by they them.

(All my fanfics are for 18+ only.)

chapter 4.

Summary: He knew they would come.

And when they did, there would not be rewards.

He knew of selfishness now

So He allowed himself to be selfish.

Chp 4

Rushing back to the shared home you and your loved ones lived in was not a quick trip, for you had run out to find Adam a lot further than you had originally thought. Your eyes would fall on the back of your husband as he rushed along in front of you, his head turning here and there, how there was relief in his golden eyes when he saw that you were still behind him. You would flash your husband soft smiles back which he did not return but his gaze would ever so slightly soften more before he would focus his attention back in the paths in front of you both instead.

When you arrived at the Cave the three of you shared you both were met with sight of no one, the fire stomped out causing an eerily feel takeover with the little moonlight that shone down. You and Adam slowly approached the cave.

“Eve?” You softly called hoping so dearly that your shared wife was in the cave, in the bedding area simply waiting for your and Adams return. But the dark cave did not carry any sounds of your gentle wifes breathing causing your own to hitch with worry. 

There was a soft scraping noise that caused you to turn to the side of the entrance where you saw Adam holding two spears, extending one out to you. You moved to him, taking the one he held out to you as you looked at him, your brows furrowing.

"I Know where they've taken Eve. Strike swiftly to protect thyself and our wife.” He spoke to you firmly and you gripped your spear tightly.

"Do you believe that I will be able to keep her safe?” You asked him, feeling slightly unsure, you had only striked down animals, not whatever those things were..A gentle hand lifted up your chin making you stare into Adam's bright eyes, his gaze unwavering as his lips pulled flashing his perfect white teeth at you. A soft gentle and yet confident smile your husband rarely graces You or Eve. 

"Thou art my mirror, thy form mimics mine own, hence thou art my Echo. I trust thou art capable thereof.” He softly told you as confident as he ever had and it warmed your heart, strengthening it as you gripped your spear's staff more strongly. Nodding your head up to Adam feeling his fingers slide from your chin to caress your cheek, trouble looked forming on his face as he stared down at you.

"Swear to me, regardless of circumstance, refrain from laying hand upon the fruit of yon tree…” There was urgency in his tone, his golden eyes moving across your face as if he expected you to vanish so suddenly. You moved your free hand to cup over his much larger one and held it close to your face as you looked at him.

“I swear it.” You told him, you promised and you knew you would keep your promise to your husband. 

The forest was silent as you followed Adam through an unknown path of the gardens. You looked around trying to listen out for the soft chirping of the crickets, a rustle of leaves from a night time animal, but all around you was nothing but silence. 

Apart from you and Adams soft breathes and even quieter footsteps. You looked onward behind him worried for your beloved shared Wife, Your Eve. 

How did they get a hold of her? How did they convince her of untrue words? 

What could they have possibly told her that made your wife turn against your husband so? 

You thought of how fearful and broken your husband looked back at the snake's last attack, the one who taunted him ruthlessly, had sounded like a vengeful woman. Unlike your sweet Eve who had sounded in pain..Your eyes moved to Adam's back watching him closely as he led you into the unknown. 

"My beloved husband... Pray, dost thou comprehend the nature of the serpents?” you asked him, breaking the silence that swarmed around you both. You watched how Adam merely froze in his steps for a moment before continuing his head tilting back to look at you with his eyes, hesitation in them as he looked at you as if taking you fully in before turning back to focus on the path ahead.

"I am.. acquainted with their ways.” He spoke back to you as he moved ahead grabbing onto overgrown tree vines peeling them away to clear the pathway allowing you to pass in front of him, one of his hands softly grazing your back as he helped you pass before he moved after you finding ease by your side. You spared your husband a glance meeting his eyes as he too was doing the same. 

"What manner of beings are they?... they appear not to be the creatures thou didst smite to safeguard me.” You asked him softly as you watched your step over the roots of a tree that seemed to claw away from Eden's soil. 

You heard Adam take in a sharp breath before releasing it slowly. 

"I am forbidden to speak of such matters.” He softly answered you, as one of his arms found its place around your waist to prevent you from falling, steading you so that you could regain balance before he let you go moving over the trees clawing roots himself with steady pace. He was once by your side again already speaking before you could ask him why he was not to speak? Why was your husband Forbidden? 

"Though I surmise that engaging in forbidden discourse led to my failure in safeguarding Eve from her own pursuit…” He let out another sigh as he shook his head looking at you. 

"I have no wish to disappoint thee as well…” he so softly whispered, making you stare at him with your softly widening e/c eyes. 

“Thou could ne-” You words were cut off by your husband, his hand finding your shoulders softly as if gently telling you to stop, to listen as he stopped walking to look down into your eyes. As if he didnt he would be too afraid to speak of this again. 

He spoke harshly in the shadows of the overgrown growth of these unknown parts of Eden. As if they shielded you both from the heavens moon light gaze as he looked at you ever wanting to speak. 

“"An Angel taketh the guise of one, the serpents. The other... The other is my former spouse... ere Eve, Lilith. Fashioned by the angels as I was, simultaneously... We were at odds, our pride too mighty to reconcile. She deemed I sought to govern her, whilst I merely yearned for a wife dependent on me. I craved to be indispensable.” He spoke hushly and yet so quickly as if he feared someone finding him speaking to you, and you supposed there was reason too, for the snakes he spoke of could find you both at any moment to return to their tormenting, because you did not have the knowledge of the Heavens ever watching Angels seeking for mistakes, flaws. 

"Lilith wanted not to bend to my will, nor to lean upon me, and thus she fled from me, encountering the angel... Lucifer, who doth relish taking on the guise of a serpent. They have not parted company since, e'en when Lilith was banished from the gardens for her excessive pride... yet he grants her entry, and they both harbor enmity towards me and seek to leave me solitary... That is why they assailed thee, that is why they are spiriting away our beloved Eve... my sun... our wife... it is because of me.” His voice tapering off at the end as he swallowed thickly as he looked at you with longing as his hand softly moved from your shoulder to the base of your neck where he softly traced your flexing flesh upwards before moving stands of your hair behind your ear clearing your face to him.

"Thou and Eve... are all I possess... The sole splendors in my possession... I pray neither of you will be snatched away from me…my wife, my spouse.”  He whispered as if he was afraid merely even ushering such thoughts would make them come true. 

Your heart felt as if it was beating harshly in your chest as you watched him remove his hand from you, moving so quickly you grasped it.

“Thou will not.” You told him watching how uncertainty formed in his eyes and you countered bringing her hand to your chest resting between your own breasts so that he could feel your racing heart. 

"Mine affection for thee is steadfast, too potent to depart from thee, I vow it. And our beloved wife, Sweet Eve, is not herself, I am certain she harbors a fervent love for thee as well... I would discern if she did not, my cherished Husband, for it would shatter me.  Thine and Eve's love, doth tether me here, it binds us here, and those with malicious intent towards thee could never undermine our love for thee.” You spoke so earnestly ever sure of everything as your heart hammered stronger and stronger against Adam's flat palm against your chest as if showing him nothing but the truth of your words. Subconsciously trying to tell your husband something you did not consciously know off but your heart did as it rushed against his palm.

You eyes focused on his hand, his palm hoping he would find comfort in your words, missing how his brows furrowed before and raised as he stared down at you. 

‘thine and Eve's love, doth tether me here.’

He was confused on why you had said that, but when your lovely eyes glistened back up to him, he had discovered the wording and softly let out a breath and it felt as if waves washed his worries clean he had not known that clung to him.

"Our love for each other shall endure as steadfast as it ever need be.” Adam promised to you even if he did not say it. 

It was Eve's soft crying that had Alerted his and your ears, making yall move through the overgrown forest at a quicker pace revealing a very small clearing. The only thing that stood tall in its middle was a thick tree whose leaves were a lively green that practically glowed in the darkness. On it grew bright glowing red orbs that gleamed illuminous above the trees sturdy trunk. 

The atmosphere was different here, you could feel it down to to your very bones, This trees Raindance was unlike any other plant of the gardens. It had a pull over your eyes like no other as if the sweet fruit was calling for you, beckoning you to come near and take one of its supple juicy fruit and bite into it letting its sweet juices fill your suddenly starving stomach. 

Your stomach twisted in hunger pains you had never felt before and your mouth watered against your own wishes, as if the tree was begging you to come and eat its fruits. 

But hearing the soft cry of your wife caused you to advert your gaze to see her under the tree weeping into another's arms. 

Hair brighter than the sun's glow waved around like splattering water rivulets as her moon-like hand moved through your wifes warm dark hair. 

"Canst thou not perceive? I forewarned thee that they would not heed. They are under Adam's sway, he shall not permit thee to whisk away thy spouse and depart, for he is a selfish man.” The other woman spoke her words sickly sweet like rotting grapes as she ‘consoled’ your weeping wife. 

Hearing the woman's Lies about you and your dear husband caused you to feel emotions you had never felt in these lands before, causing your grip to tighten around your spear staff most harshly. 

"Y/n loves me... They pledged their love to me.” Your sweet wife weeped into the other woman's arms as if trying to heartbreakingly defend you.

"If they truly loved thee, then where art they? Hmmm?” 

Hearing the woman's hidden taunting to further harm your wifes mentality was like a snapping stone in your mind as you emerged from the over ground brush.

“Y/n wait!” Adams' hush voice would be ignored as you snarled out of the forests.

“"I am present here, and thou shalt withdraw thine hands from my wife ere I do so myself.” you never had lowered your voice in such a way before, and perhaps the growly notes of your voice was enough to startle the liars moments because the woman froze in her movements, scornful golden eyes leaving your wifes face to land on you.

Yet it was your voice that caused your beloved Eve to pull from the woman's chest to look at you wide eyed. 

"Thou hast returned for me?” Your wife pitifully asked her eyes wide with hope and yet worry for rejection. You could only stare at your wife, before glowering at the woman that had held her. It stung, to come upon seeing your beloved in another's arms seeking comfort in one that has not ever been there for her. to take comfort from one that lies. 

"Hast thou come to desire more than a cruel husband? Hath my offer piqued thine interest, dearest woman-man?” A voice spoke from above in the trees making your eyes move towards it to take in the glowing bright red orbs of fruit and among its many branches you could see two orbs that mimicked the alluring fruits. faintly golden flecks in its red eyes shimmered as the being moved in the branches as if ascending down. 

You were met with the sight of a being that made no sense in your eyes. 

He was beautiful, and alluring like the forbidden tree. 

and when your eyes flickered back to your wife and the other women, Lilith's gaze you could see their eyes take a sheen of adoration, and comfort in them as if the sight of such a being brought them peace. 

You felt an arm move in front of you pushing you back as your husband took the place where your feet had been, his arms ready to plunge the spear into flesh if needed. 

"Speak not to my spouse, thou slithering fiend!” Your husband snarled at the being. 

"Thou hast no right to address them thus.” There was a deep bite into your husband's words, as he took what the being had called you personally. Ever protecting as you trusted Adam to be.

"Is that their nature, indeed? Half man, half woman” The being made a sound of a shortened chuckle “ Can they even be deemed human?”

its words stung, and gave you a feeling of unease as the same feelings you had back during the snake's very first attack. Your free hand moving to pull the fur cloak Eve had made you tighter around your body, hiding yourself from the beings' sights.

Such words Only had provoked your husband as another growl left him and it seemed the beings words seemed to knock some sense into your beloved Eve. As you heard a faint gasp leave her.You only could spare he a fleeting glances before movement from your Husband caught your attention as he sprung forward, his spear striking air, as the being seemed to disappear but only growing to be a pile of glittering gold coins that shifted and moved along into a long body that coiled and coils around the forbidden tree, Jagged spikes baring from its mouth as it hissed out furiously at your husband.

"Dost thou dare think thou canst strike me? I am one of the beings who partook in fashioning an error like thee!”  

But your husband did not back down, only grabbing his spear tighter. 

“"Heaven commits no errors, only the damned do. And now I perceive thou art no angel, never wert thou.” Your husband snarled back, as he struck mightily his spear 

at the deceiver. 

You believed that Adam could banish the deceiver away, for now he held no fear of it and its taunts fell on deaf ears as your husband did not fall for its trickery. 

You had focused yourself onto the woman who was holding your wife softly pulling her back from the tree to behind it, one of the red illuminous fruit with a bite ripped from its core placed into your wife's hands. The woman's mouth moving, Lilith whispering more deceitful lies to your Wife.

You moved forward with your spear tight in your hands, You needed to get Eve away from that fiend. 

You needed to protect her, Adam could not do so by himself. 

“Wife!” You called out to her watching Eve's eyes move towards you as you approached. 

“"I beg thee, cease! I beseech thee, return to me, for if thou harborest any doubts of me, allow me to dispel them.” You pleaded to your wife, holding out a hand to her, you could not force her, you knew it would only drive your wife away, but you offered her your ever loving hand, showing her that you still loved her and that you never had stopped loving her. 

You saw her honey eyes soften, a glow of life returning to them as her hope grew at the sight of your outstretched hand.

“spouse..” Eve had softly spoken moving towards you only to be roughly grabbed by the snake's wife. 

"Dost thou not perceive? It is but a snare. They seek only to entice thee back under Adam's dominion.” Lilith spoke harshly to your wife, as if scolding her. 

"Nay! Adam never intended to inflict such feelings upon thee! My wife, my love, my Eve, I beseech thee, do not be swayed by spiteful words. Our husband loves thee, for I know it to be true. Thy love and Adam's love are genuine, for I could not draw breath if it were not so! I implore thee, hearken unto me.” You pleaded Eve to turn her ears away from Lilith, sing bird charms and listen to your ever begging one. 

"Thou canst not put faith in the words of one who hath forsaken thee.” Lilith harshly hissed into your wife's ear holding her too tightly that you could see pain from on your wifes sweet face making you move quickly to shove the first woman created away. Pushing her harshly to cause her to trip over the trees clawed out roots to the ground. You moved in front of Your wife, baring the spear down at the woman, a scornful look in your own narrowed eyes. 

"Wouldst thou trust the words of one who scars thy skin, over mine, who extended my hand for thee to grasp at thine own pace, my wife?” You spoke as you kept your eyes on Lilith who glared back at you. You felt a sense of relief when you saw the red fruit that was in Eve's hands fall and rolled past your feet towards Lilith before feeling your wife's arms wrap around you and feeling her dig her face into your back. 

"I am sorry... forgive me…” you felt Eve tremble as she held onto you, her voice quiet and weak.  You wanted to tell her that you had already forgiven her, that everything would be okay, even as you watch Lilith's eyes fall behind you before moving to get on her feet despite your spear aimed to strike her if she came too close. 

“Lucifer No!” Lilith cried out, more so in panicked warning.

"IF THOU CANST NOT PERCEIVE THAT THOU ART NAUGHT BUT HEAVEN'S PAWN, I SHALL COMPEL THEE TO REALIZE HOW INSIGNIFICANT THOU TRULY ART!” The deceiver's voice boomed and you heard the sounds of choking coming from your husband making you turn to see your husband in the air wrapped in coils of serpent scales. His spear fallen down to the ground, as his feet dangled above it high, the serpent's head had baring open and the upper half of the beings man's body emerged from it, his hands over your husbands lower face as if forcing something down your husband's throat, and your husband weakly choked around it as his body tried to expel it out of his airways, tears stung at your husbands face as they rolled down with each harsh and growing faint cough and hack. 

“ADAM!” your wife screamed, moving from you and falling to her knees, her screams being drowned out by out loudly your heart beat pounded into your ears. You felt as if your body was set on flames, as if you were of the flesh of a prowling beast. Your eyesight blinded by bright white light, that bursted in an expelling force of gold that splattered over your face and onto the garden's forest floor.

Your arms tingle and buzzed with tension and with the energy that charged the air as you felt as if you fell forward, your hands gripping around something so hard they lost color and tingled numbly. 

A deafening shriek wailed out followed by rasped breathing that fell from your flaring nostrils as you jerked backwards causing bright holy gold spray up towards the heavens stars above.

The coils dropped your husband back to Edens soils, and you watched the fiend shrink back to his original small form, side bleeding and a wing slashed deeply, stumbling backwards into the trees trunk smearing his golden blood over it as he stumbled on the forbidden trees roots, His damned wife moving forward to catch him.

"I was but endeavoring to liberate thee... Thou art ungratefu-” The slithering Angel started to angrily lash out towards you, your family. 

“Lucifer.” His wife had warned, causing the Fiend to look at her before grabbing onto her, golden feathers swirled around them rapidly until they vanished leaving a mere pile of feathers that started to burn away like ash behind the tree. 

The sound of your husband choking captured your attention as you turned, seeing your wife holding Adam to sit up, your husband sputtering and hacking out chunks of fruit from his lips. Blood and saliva sputtered out with each painful rasp he intook and hacked back out. One of his hands around his throat. 

"Y/n, my spouse, aid him!” Eve cried begging you had you sprinting towards them falling to your knees sliding as you tried to help your husband. You rubbed at his back softly before pounding on it with one hand making his wheeze and hack more, your other hand you drove your fingers into his mouth to his throat curling around chunks of what was shoved into it, your husband hacked and gagged onto your fingers as you ripped them out of his mouth as  you wrapped them something solid, it seemingly freeing your husband as you lurched forward spewing contents of his stomach up in front of him. 

Eve moved, rubbing his back, tears streaming down her face and she let out a choked out gasp of relief when Adam drew in a harsh gulp of air, wheezing it out to gasp  for another. 

You too felt much relief, seeing that your Husband was breathing, and slowly was recovering, you moved your hands to take sight of what you pulled seeing that it looked like a small smooth stone. 

It gave off such a soft hopeful feeling as you held it. 

And you did not know why you had slipped it into your cloak, where Eve had made a small pouch for you to carry small things in the furr shield that kept unwanted eyes from your body. But you had before attending back to making sure your Husband was well and was thankful that he was, he leaned his head into Eve's shoulder, his eyes pinched closed but his breathing steady.

You looked at him with a lovely look he could not see before looking at your wife with the same look, just so merely glad and thankful that both were okay and free from the deceiver's grasps. 

It was then your Wife weeped, She weeped harshly and begged for both yours and Adams forgiveness.

"I forgive thee, my sweet love, our radiant sun, thou wert unaware of their deceit.” You softly assured her, watching as Adam grabbed Eve's hand softly rubbing his thumb on it gently as he murmured.

"Thou needest not seek my forgiveness, for thou already hast it... Thou hast returned to me... To Us.” Hiding his face into her shoulder seemingly exhausted. 

Your poor wife had only weeped harder. 

"But it was not mere words... It was deeper... And I apologize, I am so sorry, I have acted like a snake..” She confessed, you had tilted your head at your wife not truly knowing what she was truly about but you moved to her side wrapping your arms around her warmly and lovingly hiding your face into her soft plush hair concealing your view.

Adam had gone so deathly silent his golden eyes now open, staring at her so intensely before he moved away sitting up so painfully straight as he stared at his wife in betrayal and in pain.

Eve had only stared back at him with her honey eyes dropping down to look at their connected hands in pure shame. She had shrunken back into your loving grasp desperately. 

“I am sorry..” She whispered over and over as her tears fell from her face. Her apologies confusing you as you pulled your face from her hair softly making her honey eyes look into your own e/c. 

You could not see her flaws, not like how Adam could now. 

“"Thou art forgiven, We wholeheartedly forgive thee, my most beloved.” You told her firmly, not understanding why your precious wife kept begging for forgiveness. It was not her fault to be tricked by the snakes and while it hurt to find her taking comfort from the snake's wife, you could not see any wrongs for needing to feel secure in one embrace of a hug. As you and Eve had searched for each other for such embrace and To Adam to hold you both while you slept. 

Touch was an innocent comfort.

Plus your wife proved who she truly believed in your eyes when she took ahold of your hand, turning her ear away from the Liars. 

You did not know why your wife had stiffen in your embrace, as she looked at Adam with so much fear and uncertainty. 

You held her tightly before looking at Adam with your confused expression, seeing how stiffly he sat, how intense he seemed at staring into your shared wifes honey eyes, but his scorching eyes moved to lock with your own.

"Do we not, dearest husband?” You so softly asked him. 

Adam had froze, his mind burned with knowledge he had not had before, he knew exactly what Eve had confess and it pained him, it pained him deeply that she had been so unfaithful after how hard he tried to be a better husband, But he hurt more knowing that you did not have such knowledge. 

You didn't know that your shared wife laid with the snakes. 

He doubted you would even understand

And it hurt, seeing how loving and adoring you started at him, asking him to forgive what sin your shared wife had committed without even knowing what she did. 

But even as he stared at you, seeing you, constructed by the leftovers of himself and Eve,entirely made for him and Eve. Made to love them no matter what, Adam knew that you would never see them..

Their sins.

"Indeed, we do.” He spoke watching your loving eyes practically glow as you looked at Eve misunderstanding why her eyes were so wide as she looked at him with shock, surprise, and thankfulness as she looked into your eyes, another sob leaving Eve's lips as she buried herself into your hold, and you held her lovingly, because you were created to do so. 

Adam swallowed thickly, feeling how tight his throat felt and how itchy as if something was still so deeply stuck inside of it. He moved his hand to cover his throat, rubbing at it feeling a lump, he softly coughed as he pressed on it before pulling his hand away, tipping his head back to look at the heavenly night sky. 

He knew they would come. 

And when they did, there would not be rewards. 

He closed his eyes squeezing them shut tightly before opening them to see you comforting Eve, the look in his wife's eyes were the same as his own. 

They were going to be punished. 

But as he looked at you, speaking to them, mostly to his damned wife, he found himself not caring about what the angels would bring forth morning light. 

He knew of selfishness now

And as he leaned forward cupping a hand to the side of your face causing your words to stop and your breathtaking eyes to meet his own pierced ones. 

So He allowed himself to be selfish. 

His hand moving from your cheek to the back of your head softly grasping lightly beat your hair as he pulled you towards him, taking your lips with his own. You let out a delightful noise of surprise, it caused a shutter to move through him as he cherished this. 

And it seemed Eve, too, was allowing herself to be selfish as well.

chp 5 -smutt warning-

REMINDER: All my fics are 18+.

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The Bronze Dragon- HOTD Fanfic- Oc x Aemond Targaryen- Part 1- Introduction

The runestone castle echoed with the laboring groans and screams of Rhea Royce, its ruler. In a chamber room, the lady lay in the middle of the bed, a flurry of maids around her attending to any need. Rhea cried out again, her face scrunched up in pain, dark brown hair sticking to the sweat of her forehead. She squeezed the maid's hand beside her for comfort. 

It should be my husband at my side. Rhea thought. But the rogue prince daemon did not participate in his marital duties besides their night of consummation, which now caused her even more pain as she tried to push out the stubborn bronze-dragon child. 

“One more push, my lady,” a soft-spoken maid said, using her towel to dab the sweat off her lady's head. Rhea gritted her teeth and nodded. One more push. The babe came out screaming as the maids quickly attended to it, bundling the raging creature into their towels. Rhea let out a sigh of relief, completely exhausted from the almost 48 hours of continuous labor it had put her through. 

A maid smiled, holding the bundled figure, “It’s a girl, m’lady.” 

A girl. Rhea let a smile grace her face, and despite her exhaustion, she held out her arms.

“Bring her to me.” 

The screaming infant girl was placed in her mother's arms and quieted at her touch. Rhea looked down at the babe, noting the white whisps of hair on her head. She frowned until the babe opened its eyes, revealing the same warm brown that her own eyes held. A girl with her brown eyes. A girl was no heir, therefore Daemon wouldn't want her- the babe would be all hers. Her smile deepened at the thought. 

“I will name her Visenya,” She declared. This girl would be a warrior, just like her namesake, and Rhea couldn’t help but be filled with pride in her creation.

“I will inform the prince, m’lady.” 

Rhea chuckled, “Don’t bother. He won’t care unless it's a boy.” 

The maids bristled, but Rhea didn’t care. 

“Visenya,” She repeated, staring into the warm brown eyes of her daughter,” the daughter of runestone.”

Growing up in the Vale was peaceful. Away from the bloody politics of kingslanding, it provided a secret paradise for the young daughter of Runestone—Visenya Targaryen. At the moment, she played under the blue sky with other children of the palace, mainly the children of the maids, as she found the noble kids to be absolutely infuriating with their constant complaints and upturned noses when she suggested they play fight, which was just what she was doing now. Visenya, now a small girl of eight, held a stick in her hand, standing atop of a small rock, with her white locks flowing freely in the wind. 

“I am Aegon the conqueror,” she declared to the two commoner boys who watched her. “And you will surrender or feel the wrath of my dragons!” 

One boy laughed, his freckles moving as he did, and cried out, “Never! Castle Harrenhall is impenetrable!” 

The boys held up their matching sticks, and Visenya jumped off the rock, roaring as she did. 

“Tis no match for my dragon!” She dropped the stick and mimicked the roars of a dragon as she chased the giggling boys around the grassy hills. 

Visenya sat on a small stool in her chamber as her mother hummed, combing her hair illuminated by the firelight. Visenya leaned back closer to the comfort of her mother's touch as she placed the brush down, running soft fingers through her scalp.

“Mother?” The girl asked. 

“Yes, dear?” 

The girl paused, now unsure of her question. 

“Will my father return soon?” 

Rhea’s fingers paused. 

“I do not know my sweet,” She sighed. Visenya turned around to face her mother. 

“He’s fighting the triarchy at the stepstones now, right? 

“Yes… he is.” 

“Is- is my father a warrior? Like Visenya?” 

Rhea placed her hands on the girl's shoulder, her brown eyes staring at her white-haired daughter, looking into the same brown eyes. It was selfish, but she was glad she shared her eyes and not those of her father. 

“A warrior,” she began, “Is someone who fights for what is right and holds loyalty to their family. Visenya, your namesake, fought alongside her sister and brother. Now she was a true warrior just like you will be my sweet.” 

The small Visenya frowned slightly as her mother kissed her head. One thought ringing through her head. My father is not a true warrior. 

“Now, would you like a story before bed?” 

The girl smiled, worries dispersed.

“Yes, please. Can you tell me a story of Visenya?” 

“Of course, my sweet.” 

Daemon Targaryen, the false warrior, did return. It was a day just like any other at Runestone. Visenya sat with a lady, sewing a part of a dress under her tutelage. The lady of Runestone was out hawking, promising her daughter she would return for supper. She returned in chaos as Visenya watched her mother's limp, bleeding body be carried to her chambers by a white-haired man who was later revealed as none other than her father, Daemon Targaryen. Her mother's chambers were locked for Visenya, and she hid outside as physicians entered and left, expressions always grim and hopeless. Her father was nowhere to be found, not that Visenya looked for him, too occupied with guarding her mother's chambers and prying for any information on her condition. She heard the whispers, too. Of the coincident return of her father, having run paths with his lady wife, and then her subsequent injury, which rumor led her to believe was far from an accident. After all, the rogue prince held no love for the lady runestone and kept his mistress in Kingslanding in open defiance of their holy union. For nine days, her mother fought between the gates of life and death. Daemon never visited. Finally, on the ninth day, she arose. Visenya rushed into her mother's chambers at the news, finding her standing on the balcony gazing at the scenery of the vale. 

“Mother!” the girl cried out, latching her arms around her waist with an iron grip. She began to cry, now within the warmth of her mother after what had felt like so long. 

“Shh, I know, my sweet, I know.” 

“They-” the girl choked out between sobs, “they said you wouldn’t make it.” 

“But I am here now, my sweet. I am here now.” 

An hour later, she was dead.

#hotd #house of the dragon #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #asoif/got #asoif fanfic #fanfic #hotd fanfic #hotd aemond #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen #aemond targareyn x reader

[ironstrange1991]

Stephen Strange Recommendation Masterlist

None of the fics added to this masterlist are mine. Authors will be tagged with their respective work.

A list of fics I read and reread and never get tired of.

+18 content. MDNI

INSOMNIA (Smut) By @sorceress-marie

QUIZZING BLURB (Smut) @cumberstrange

STUCK (Smut) HOT & BOTHERED (Smut) By @annesthaeticc

TRASH MAGIC (Smut) I'LL BE YOUR PILLOW (Smut) SHADES OF BLUE (Smut) YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL (Smut) DARK PARADISE (Smut) LET ME PUT ON A SHOW FOR YOU (Smut) By @deepett

HAND BLURB (Smut) DAZED & CONFUSED By @boop-le-snoot

AFECTION (Fluffy) WARDOBRE MIX (Fluffy) NOTES & LETTERS (Fluffy) INTO YOU (Fluff) By @lykaonimagines

IN THE AFTERGLOW (Smut) THE LUCKY ONE (Smut) COMFORT BLURB (Fluffy) By @classickook

FOUR OF A KIND (Smut) By @geeky-politics-46

FIVE MORE MINUTES (Smut) By @brunchable

RANDOM HEADCANONS By @doctorstrangeaskblog

HE'S A DREAM (Smut) By @sassenach-on-the-rocks

IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE (Smut) By @omgstarks

BENEATH HIS SHEETS (Smut) A LITTLE TASTE OF HEAVEN (Smut) By @bobateadaydreams

SOMEONE LIKE YOU (Smut) IT'S BEEN FIVE YEARS (Smut) I COULD MAKE IT UP TO YOU (Smut) NEVER TOO TIRED FOR YOU (Smut) SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT, OLD MAN (Smut) By @withalittlehoney

MALICIOUS COMPLIANCE (Smut) By @daydreamtofiction

I strongly recommend that you follow and read other works by the authors tagged in this post. Other fanfics may be added later.

If you are the author of any of these fics and want them removed from this masterlist, contact me.

#doctor strange #doctor strange fanfic #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange headcanon #doctor strange smut #doctor stephen strange #doctor strange 2016 #doctor strange fanfiction #doctor strange imagine #doctor strange x you #doctor strange supreme #stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x you #stephen strange fanfic #doctor stephen strange fanfic #doctor stephen strange x y/n #doctor stephen strange x you #doctor stephen strange x reader #marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel fanfic #marvel imagines #marvel #defender strange #supreme strange #sinister strange

[ladykikyo1792]

I posted. There is no editing. What even is this. I need to figure out the rest of it (which is now Chapter 28). But I hope you guys enjoy. <3 Thank you @thiscrazyfan for the courage to post! Much appreciated!

#dark paradise fanfic #ladykikyo1792 #edit what edit

[azrielsmommy]

Dark Paradise (Part One)

Pairing: Azriel x Fem! Reader

Summary: Never in the existence of Prythian had there been a rightful heir to two courts, much less a female, but there you are, in the flesh. With war upon the lands, and questionable family dynamics, a certain shadowsinger takes it upon himself to make your life just a little bit more interesting.

Word Count: 1058

Warnings: some angst, sexual themes

a/n: i have NEVER written anything on here about acotar, or just fanfics in general. this is just some slight backstory, i promise we get into the MEAT of it all soon!

The blazing sun was beating down on your face, causing your hair to shimmer with faint red hues as you approached the throne room. The sound of your long white skirt swishing, accompanied by the clicking of your heels against the white marble floors, were the only noise throughout the palace, not even birds sang their melodies.

As you walked through the large doors to the throne room, the sun increased by tenfold, beaming in through various circular skylights. To fae not from the Day Court, the sun would've been blistering and heat-stroke inducing, and in your years spent here, you've witnessed a fair share. Yet to you it was pleasant, you loved it, a sweet reminder of home. A slight smile stretched across your lips as you took in the intricate designs that decorated the pillars in the throne room.

The effort and care that went into sculpting this beautiful room never ceased to amaze, but your favourite piece of artwork was certainly the thrones themselves. Halting your footsteps before the stairs that led up to the three thrones, each one made of glistening white marble, all enveloped in golden light. You admired the middle throne, belonging to Helion, your father. It's the largest of the three, built for a High Lord, and it'll be yours, when the times comes, but you wish it doesn't anytime soon. You're tired of loosing family.

A wave of sorrow crashes over you as your gaze drifts to the smaller throne of the left, empty, a solemn reminder of your dead brother. It's covered in a large gold and white cloth, several little trinkets on the throne serves as a memory of him. You wrung your hands, as you focused on keeping your emotions at bay.

A sigh escaped from you, disappointment at the lack of your fathers presence, you thought he would've been here, welcoming you home from your travels. Dropping your hands in annoyance, you turned on your heel ready to leave when you heard echoing footsteps.

"What kind of daughter leaves her father, all alone, while she travels to Vallahan." Helion's voice had a teasing tone as he gracefully walked towards you.

"What kind of father forgets about his daughter?" You playfully retort back, raising an eyebrow as you try to keep a smile from forming on your lips. Helion stops just an arms reach from you, as he dramatically places a hand on his chest as if physically wounded.

"I would never forget about you, my sweet daughter." He spoke in a soft tone. The smile that threatened to spread on your face finally forms as you laughed, throwing your arms around your father in a tight hug. Helion held onto you like his life depended on it. You relished in the feeling of finally seeing your father after your long time spent abroad. After a minute he released you, instead throwing an arm around your shoulder, ushering you out of the throne room.

"How were your diplomatic measures in Vallahan, I presume they went smoothly?" He asked as we walked together through the palace hallways. It went more than just simply smooth, your time was spent drinking at bars, dancing until you could no longer, and sex with males of all kinds. Of course you successfully made alliances and discussed peace with fae in power, but a simple nod satisfied your father.

The rest of the evening was spent catching up with the people of your court over a the banquet created in celebration of your return. You spent your night drinking lavish wine, and dancing until your feet hurt, males watched you with pure lust and greed in their eyes, but you paid no attention to them.

As the night turned into early day, everybody stumbled back to their respective homes, and you to your room. Giggles slipped past your lips as you staggered down the halls to your room. Cauldron your feet fucking hurt.

"Stupid shoes," you slurred while fighting with the straps on your heels, fingers struggling to unclasp them. Finally you stepped out of them, letting your bare feet hit the floor. Nearly moaning at the feeling. Shoes in one hand you continued the trek to your room. Nearly face planting into the door, you stumbled towards your bed, and flopped down, shoes thrown onto the carpet.

You fell asleep as soon as you landed on your bed, not even caring to get under the soft covers, or take of your makeup and dress. As you slept your dreams were plagued by a man, he was shroud in shadows, his very aura exuded mystery.

His body looked like it was sculpted by the Mother herself, the lines of his muscles still visible through the battle leathers that he wore, and those wings. Dauntingly huge, you've never seen a pair of Illyrian wings that large before.

As your eyes drifted upwards towards his face you froze, he was devastatingly beautiful, the kind of beauty that would have any female begging for his attention. Your hand involuntarily reached out towards him, unable to take yourself out of the spell he seemingly put you under. He was some sort of an otherworldly dark paradise.

Your fingers just grazing his shoulder before you abruptly awoke. Shooting up from the bed you gasped, reeling from your dream that felt all too real.

Who was that man? Why was I dreaming of him? Thoughts ran through your mind at the speed of light, as you glanced around your room, a small shadow in the corner near your vanity caught your eye. As you watched the shadows flicker and slink about, it seemed as though somebody, through the shadows, watched back.

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Azriel splashes his face with cold water, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat down. Running his hands through his hair he leaned against the bathroom counter, staring at himself through the mirror. He doesn't really.....dream, his sleep is always restless, filled with memories from his childhood. So imagine his surprise when a women, with slightly copper hair appears in his dreams, and reaches out for him.

His brains feels like mush, shaking his head, he tries to free the questions that desperately cling to his mind, as he heads into his closet, dressing into his leathers for the day.

Rhysand and him have a meeting with Helion today.

#azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #fanfic #a court of thorns and roses #azriel #rhys acotar

[yuujispinkhair]

Masterlist: Yuuji x Reader

You show me good loving, make it alright. Need a little sweetness in my life

Fanfics - Oneshots:

Birthday Cake

Sleeping Beauty dark content!

Sweetest Remedy

Baby, you’re a firework

The fastest sexiest pizza in Tokyo

Birthday Boy

Go shorty, it’s my birthday! (Almost) Yakuza AU

How would Yuuji put a ring on it?

Cherry blossom hair and cotton candy kisses

Sundress Season

Cake by the ocean

Summer in the city Yakuza AU

Under the Killing Moon Vampire AU dark content!

Winter nights - warm me up, baby

Sweet like chocolate

Heat Warning

Brother (dark content!!)

Champagne & Sunshine

Wildest Dreams (Yakuza AU)

Rough Mission, Rough Sex

Friends with benefits with Yuuji

Fanfics - Series:

The songs you grow to like never stick at first College AU

Summer Paradise with Yuu Lifeguard AU

Fanfics - Threesomes + Poly:

Link to Masterlist

Headcanons:

Getting naughty on the phone with the JJK men

The JJK Men taking care of you after a stressful day

Dates with the JJK boys

Getting into a relationship with the JJK boys

Yuuji with an artist girlfriend

Fall and Halloween with the JJK characters

All I want for Christmas is Yuu

Yuuji taking care of you when you’re on your period

Yuuji as a big brother

Being Yuuji’s housewife/Yuuji being your househusband

Alpha!Yuuji headcanons (Omegaverse)

Thirsts + Other Drabbles:

Somnophilia with Yuuji

Perfect boyfriend Yuuji

Comforting Yuuji after a mission

A sweet day with Yuuji

Yuuji on a leash

Yuuji being loud in bed

Tugging on Yuuji's hair to get his attention

Yuuji and the Jennifer Lawrence incident

Stripper!Yuuji

Wearing Yuuji’s hoodies

Making Yuuji lose control

Being Yuuji's personal trainer at the gym

Yuuji worshipping your breasts

Sex in the kitchen with Yuuji

Sexy sparring session with Yuuji

Facesitting with Yuuji

Worshipping Yuuji's chest and nipples

Watching a scary movie with Yuuji

Blowjob in the kitchen with Yuuji

Wearing Yuuji's boxer briefs

Coffee shop date with Yuuji

Subby Yuuji

Giving Yuuji a handjob

Yuuji cooking for you

Yuuji reassuring insecure reader

Please don't copy or repost my stories. I am always very happy about comments and reblogs.

[mirandyficlists]

Hello! Could you recommend fanfics like... Slow-burning romance?

Hey Nonnie

I've just started a slow burn list, here's what I've got so far:

28 Days by Millgirl  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36834922/chapters/91894135

A Week in Paris  by BluePearl1998 https://archiveofourown.org/works/48560245/chapters/122490220

After Dark  by LiteraryAssassin  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20560673/chapters/48807857

Alone by Emeraldorchids  https://archiveofourown.org/works/37391764

An Eternity to Spare by PoisonedPrada  https://archiveofourown.org/works/42593406/chapters/106989240

An Unexpected Request by DHFurlan  https://archiveofourown.org/works/33869896/chapters/84211120

And I Fell Heavy into Your Arms by Libstar https://archiveofourown.org/works/41313885/chapters/103591347

Escorting Your Heart by HarryToad  https://archiveofourown.org/works/40603092/chapters/101727936

Eternal Constellations by PoisonedPrada https://archiveofourown.org/works/42910662/chapters/107805417

Even by Chilly_Flame https://archiveofourown.org/works/33770986/chapters/83946631

For the Twins by flowershop_girl  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24677959/chapters/59636107

Found At Sea  by CharlottePriestly https://archiveofourown.org/works/32836966/chapters/81481819

If We Were Royals by PoisonedPrada https://archiveofourown.org/works/38398666/chapters/95959060

Love Isn’t Enough by ZoS https://archiveofourown.org/works/28576749/chapters/70035168

Mahogany and Old Lace (AU) by skinbark  https://archiveofourown.org/works/37477120/chapters/93528502

Mom Are You a Lesbian? by StreepHanx https://archiveofourown.org/works/29924235/chapters/73652667

Motherhood by Jasfiction https://archiveofourown.org/works/29358810/chapters/72117309

On Key (AU) by Cobbs (cobblestonepath) https://archiveofourown.org/works/41153061/chapters/103161165

Stranded in Paradise by hello33WilloTheWisp845 https://archiveofourown.org/works/36248377/chapters/90362593

Swim to Me (AU) MirranLeadbetter22 https://archiveofourown.org/works/25222783/chapters/61137169

Take Me (back) to the River (and Drown Me) by SM spacedmuch  https://archiveofourown.org/works/41986239/chapters/105407226

The Fault in Ourselves by Emeraldorchids  https://archiveofourown.org/works/38472937/chapters/96154474

The Girl in the Tree by ziszis  https://archiveofourown.org/works/41158881/chapters/10317586

The New Neighbour (AU) by hello33WilloTheWisp845 https://archiveofourown.org/works/49998487/chapters/126240484

The Stick by ziszis  https://archiveofourown.org/works/48139915/chapters/121394338

The Trouble With Coffee by TwoDementedMuses  https://prettywittyrant.blogspot.com/2012/08/trouble-with-coffee-part-1-dwp-slash-fic.html

Truth & Measure by Telanu https://archiveofourown.org/works/779826/chapters/1468543

Two Weeks Notice by LearsDaughter  https://archiveofourown.org/works/54078934

We Had Seasons in the Sun by Lupwned  https://archiveofourown.org/works/41387304/chapters/103786380

#mirandy fic searches #mirandy fic search #mirandy fanfiction #mirandy

[sweetcarolina-24]

Masterlist

UPDATED MASTERLIST

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Full Length Fanfics

Dark Paradise(ACOTAR) (nesta x azriel's sister) Stargirl(ACOTAR) (azriel x rhys's sister) Cherry Blossom(ACOTAR)(feysand x tamlin's siser) Where The Spirit Meets The Bone(FOTA)(nicasia x cardan's sister) Not All Glass Shatters(Shatter Me) Diamonds Can Kill(The Hunger Games) Violets for Roses(The Society) It’s A Scream Baby(Scream)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Azriel:

smut: So Close

Mating Frenzy

fluff The First Taste

angst Spoiled Little Princess

headcannons: what music the batboys would listen to

random: none yet

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Eris

series: Scorched Shadows: Part I, Part 2

smut: Little Fawn

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

headcannons: none yet

random: none yet

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Nesta

smut: Look At Yourself

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

headcannons: what music the sisters would listen to

random: overhated

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Feyre

smut: Good Girl

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

headcannons: what music the sisters would listen to

random: none yet

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Elain

smut: Pretty Little Thing

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

headcannons: what music the sisters would listen to queer elain

random: honeymoon is so elucien

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Lucien

smut: Greedy Little Fox

Love

fluff: none yet

angst none yet

headcannons: none yet

random: honeymoon is so elucien

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Morrigan

smut: Stay Still The Birchin

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

headcannons: ritas queer elain x mor

random: vampire is so mor coded

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Cassian

smut: The Headbord

fluff: none yet

angst: The 1

headcannons: ritas what music the batboys would listen to

random: none yet

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Rhysand

smut: The Mess You Caused

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

headcannons: what music the batboys would listen to

random: pissing me off fr

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

POLY/SHIP FICS

if it says “x reader” its a poly fic, if it doesnt, its just the two characters. (feyre x rhys, nesta x cassian, ect)

Feysand:

smut: Punishment(Feysand x Reader) Caught In Between(Feysand x Reader)

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

headcannons: none yet

random: none yet

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Nessian:

smut: Pathetic(Nessian x Reader)

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

headcannons: none yet

random: none yet

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Gwynriel:

smut: Shut Her Up(Gwynriel x Reader)

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

headcannons: none yet

random: none yet

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Elucien

smut: Teatime

fluff: Teatime

angst: none yet

headcannons: none yet

random: honeymoon is so elucien

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Emorie:

smut: Somewhere More Private(Emorie x Reader) Desperate(Emorie x Reader)

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

headcannons: none yet

random: seven by taylor swift is their song

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Batboys:

smut: Pure Pleasure(batboys x reader) Training(batboys x reader)

fluff: none yet

angst: none yet

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

#acotar headcanon #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #nesta x reader #azriel #nesta archeron #elain archeron #feyre archeron #rhysand #shatter me #aaron warner #juliette ferrars #kenji kishimoto #the hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #finnick odair #the society #scream #sapphic books