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perpetuallydaydreaming · 1 year

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i cant focus because i cant keep you out of my head.

5 times james potter got distracted because of you.

warnings: overly dramatic james || 3.3k words || james potter x you || fluff fluff fluff, getting together, friends to lovers

a/n: this is the first work i’ve posted on this fandom, i have alot planned!! so please dont be shy and drop some messages! i also feel like i have to clarify, any dialogues that’s italicized means james isn’t listening

i. missing his games

“and another bludger hits potter on the shoulder! it is not his night folks! will this be an opportunity for hufflepuffs to get ahead?” the speaker hisses, loudly echoing throughout the field. along with the empathetic oohs of the crowd.

james groans rubbing his shoulder quickly, for what seemed like the nth time tonight, before going into the scoring formation as practiced.

usually, he wouldn’t even hear the commentator during the game, he would be too into the game to notice any other noise other than his own breathing . but tonight’s game is different.

tonight, you weren’t there watching him.

he knows this for a fact, as he had been continuously looking in the stands. his focus foregoing the incoming buldgers, instead hoping to catch a glimpse of your messy hair and the abundant layer of clothes, you always wear to combat the cold in the stands. his eyes would quickly scan through the students, in hopes to spot you cheering and grinning as you have always had.

he had circled the area you usual vacant four times now, and still no sign of you anywhere.

he could hear geoffrey shouting at him to focus, zooming past him with the quaffle at hand. he could practically hear the hissing complaints and grumbles of minnie in the stands but when he fails to see you, he’s not inclined to care at all.

“james! what in the bloody hell are you doing?!” he could hear marlene shriek in frustration as he skidded to a stop, and pondered your whereabouts.

where were you?

you had always watched his games. always. even when you two were fighting or not talking to each other, you would always be there cheering him on.

he was sure you weren’t in detention, professors were usually more lenient during quidditch season. not to mention you don’t really get into much mischief as he, himself does.

“mckinnon scores even with a distracted captain!”

merlin, were you sick? is that why you were a no-show? he had heard you sniffling the other day, but you said you were fine. james knew that you rarely ever get sick, but when you do—it was the worst it could ever be.

knowing you, you had probably reassured your friends that you were fine and to leave you be. you never did know how to take care of yourself. so, james being the self-appointed best friend takes this responsibility of nursing you back to health very seriously.

he was about to go fly over your dormitory window and help you but then a heavy speeding bludger came speeding into his way. he had barely dodged the thing and suddenly all the noises of the game came rushing back into his ears.

right, he thinks. he should probably finish this first and then go see you straight after.

ii. passing notes with a person that isn’t him

james was having a particularly pissy day.

when he had the epiphany on why you had missed his game. james had rushed points after points, in hopes to end the game as quickly as possible. the game ending with gryffindor as the winner, by 120 points.

never mind celebrating, he hadn’t even thought of the fact he had broken an all-time scoring record in a single game and came rushing to your dorms. thoughts of you lying sick in bed, swimming in his mind.

but you weren’t lying sick in bed.

in fact, you weren’t in the dorms at all. or the common room. or the library. or the hospital wing. or even in the entire bloody castle (he checked). not only were you not in breakfast, the morning after the game you didn’t watch. now, he has the pleasure of seeing you blush and fuss, passing notes with a bloke from ravenclaw during potions.

“now this is detrimental to the potion, some have lost fingers when they neglected this step so pay attention—“

when did you even meet this guy? you were always hanging out with james. so it’s rare for him to see you with somebody he hasn’t met before.

especially, someone this ugly.

“who’s the arse talking to y/n.” james whispered harshly to sirius.

sirius, who for once, was listening in class had to stop and look at james with a confused look, from the sudden conversation.

james gave no clarification, his eyes still glaring heavily at the offending sight.

ah, sirius thought. an almost laugh leaving his mouth. “that’s charlie wilson, i reckon.” sirius whispered back. fighting the strong urge to grin as he added, “birds quite fancy him, i heard. something about how dreamy the lad is or something.” twirling his quill. already satisfied with the impending chaos he had stirred.

meanwhile james could hardly sit still, seconds away from erupting. he scoffs when he sees you blush.

pale hair, pale eyes and an even paler skin. he looked like a white bedsheet, is what he is! nothing dreamy about a bedsheet! james certainly hadn’t thought his bedsheets dreamy. surely you hadn’t either!

“failure to follow these steps strictly can be harmful.” slughorn droned on.

but it was nothing but a buzzing noise to james, as he feels the sudden urge to grab the silly paper full of your beautiful handwriting and his chicken scrawls and rip it to shreds.

iii. going to hogsmeade without him

james was forced into the trip to hogsmeade by remus. claiming some rubbish about how james has become a shell of a man, or how he dampens the mood. and some borderline blasphemous statement about how snivellus seems to be better company than him lately.

so to prove all the nay-sayers wrong, here he was trudging along the stoned pathway. looking gloomy as ever, as his friends drag him from store to store.

nothing seemed to be cheering him up, remus had thought. but james have always had the flare for the dramatics, so remus wasn’t too worried. instead continued on like his friend isn’t unraveling like the threads in an old sweatshirt.

“why am i even here?” james had groaned, eliciting an amused smirk from sirius and a wry smile from remus.

he was on the verge of insanity, really he was. when he sees it in his peripheral. the unquestionably familiar layers of clothing and your giddy smile as you went into a bookstore with the same gremlin from class.

stopping abruptly, garnering the attention of his friends and walked briskly to the store. offering no sort of explanation, but his mates followed anyway. having seen you enter too. busybodies as they are, they’re curious how this will play out.

“it’s the same lad,” hummed sirius, peeking through the door.

remus raised a brow, interest piqued. “same lad? what’d you mean?”

“wilson was having a quick bants with our dear y/n the other day.”

“really now,”

sirius wolfishly grinned, “you reckon y/n fancies him?”

james scoffed, sounding very closely to a growl. “as if.”

“now, james, no need to be narky.” remus teased.

all three hiding two shelves away from you. james couldn’t hear you but he could see you through the crack of the books, if he crouched down. he saw your mouth moving and smiling. a view, he realized he hadn’t seen in a while.

“now that i think about, y/n hasn’t been around lately, has she?” remus had voiced, his tone feigning an air of innocence and ignorance.

sirius, then followed suit, rubbing his chin looking forlorn. “now that you mention it moony, that sounds about right.”

“prongs,” they called out, hoping to see james puff out, red in the face and stomp away like a petulant child. but instead their teasing was met with silence.

he couldn’t believe this! you haven’t spoken a word to him all week and here you were cozying up to a practical stranger! yous had the audacity to even laugh at whatever pathetic excuse of a joke he just said to you. albeit, he hadn’t heard the joke but he sure it was trash either way.

“think we lost him padfoot.” remus snickered at the glowering and helpless look james had etched on his face.

the two of you walking to the counter, holding piles of parchments and paints and laughing and blushing and standing way too close to each other.

really, have you no shame?

iv. biting your lips

james had a mission. to finally talk to you after two weeks of radio silence. to corner you, no matter what, and demand explanation for your recent rendezvous and the lack of his presence with said rendezvous.

but you were making it hard for him to find you, let alone talk to you. he can’t seem to find you in the map anywhere either. lately not finding you and not talking has becoming an unwelcome norm for him.

classes you two shared was almost non-existent since all of the classes you attended were all advanced classes.

he had hoped that during potions would be the time to talk to you but before he could even say hello to you, chalk had taken your attention and quickly pulled him down to sit with you during class.

you always seemed to be whispering about something whenever he sees you two. heads close to one another and soft laughter always leaving your lips. it’s like you didn’t even notice you haven’t talked to him for weeks now.

“oh there you are james! i wanted to discuss some strategy for the finals against slytherins.” john bell going into spiel of his tactics for the game.

did he do something that put you off? i mean, yeah, you two were only friends but he was hoping that he was starting to be more than that to you. at least, the same way that you became more for him too.

or was it just him?

“i heard evermonde complaining during breakfast that regulus black had to sit out of the game because he’s sick. so they replaced their seeker with a total novice!” bell excitedly recounted the information, unaware that their captain couldn’t be bother to listen at all.

if you didn’t want anything to do with him anymore, then you should’ve said so in the first place. instead of making him look like a fool!

and like some sort of miracle there you were at the end of the hall, alone.

breathing in deep and gathering all the courage of gryffindors and marched over to you with purpose and bouts of confidence blazing in his eyes.

“james, mate!” bell called over to james, his voice like water off of a dolphin’s back.

he was a bout to tell you off, maybe along the lines of how could you? or why did you miss my games? you always watch my games. or am i even your friend anymore? do like hanging with that cauliflower more than me? does he even play quidditch? can he even turn into a stag? is he even that funny. i bet i’m funnier.

“y/n!” he beckoned, jogging over to you in a hurry. you turned, books held tightly to your chest.

“james,”

once he was in front of you, breathing in deep. staring into your eyes and seeing your soft pillowy cheeks and soft smiles.

“how are you?” you breathed, shifting from one foot to the other.

he inhaled, how are you? after weeks of nothing—! he was about to tell you off real good but he forgot a crucial thing.

the slight tension and silence makes you nervous, so rather blabbing about nonsense to fill the silence, you opt to bite your lips and cheeks instead.

suddenly all thoughts seem to fly away from james. your nervous habit becoming more important to him rather than letting you how he feels. it seemed more interesting to him than anything he had ever seen before.

which was crazy, because this wasn’t the first time you did this! or is it because you haven’t been around lately that made his immunity to your distracting quirk lessened?

eventually the silence became way too unbearable, not to mention the staring from james getting too intense. you just had to get out of this really weird and quiet interaction.

“well, james, i have to go now.” you gave a polite and shaky smile, “see you ‘round.”

v. when you watch his games.

today was the last game of the season. everyone on the team was buzzing with nerves and excitement. john bell had made it his mission to let everyone know of what he learned about slytherin yesterday.

“ambrose greengrass is going to play seeker for the time being.”

sirius snorted out a laugh, “greengrass can barely get on his broom!”

“well talkalot was desperate for replacement so soon before the game.”

dawson rolled her eyes and smirked, “well, whoever they send out we’re still going to beat the crap of them!”

the team cheered in agreement.

sirius noticed the lack of quips from james, like he usually does before each games. he sighed, already knowing the root of it. if his mate’s wanly expression had anything to say about it.

going up to his broom at hand and grabbing james’ shoulder, shaking him rather roughly. as if to physically wake him up out of stupor.

“mate, this is your first finals as captain, what the hell are you doing moping like some grandma?”

james looked up and saw the entire team looking at him. breathing in deep. “you’re right, pads.” grabbing his broom and bellowing in his loudest voice, “let’s win this!”

as much as it pains james, he had to forgot about you for a moment and focus on the game. his teammates are counting on him. chanting in his mind that it wouldn’t matter if you were out there or not.

although a very tiny voice, had called out this lie.

it had already been 30 minutes in the game when you had finally arrived. a fragile thing held gently in your hands.

“john bell knocked out euane evermonde with a bludger!” you can hear the announcer scream, a disbelieving laughter echoing. “30 minutes into the game, it’s a blood bath out here folks!”

the crowds surrounding you in the stand were going wild with screams. the players zooming back and forth as they exchanged the quaffle. you looked up and saw james in the air, the wind tousling his already messy hair into knots. he was shouting orders to his team. eyes busy chasing players, all the while dodging bludgers too.

when he flew close enough to your area in the stands, you can see him subtly check out the crowd. your face warming against the cold at the thought of what you are about to do. his eyes quickly meeting yours and then physically stopping his slow glide in the air. as if he couldn’t believe you were there.

biting your cheek and slowly raising the large parchment, the written words charmed to glow and change every few seconds the words: i like you james potter! and go and win this!!! showing up interchangeably.

you watch him look at you dumbfounded until a dazzling grin erupted on his face once he read the words.

you see him spread his arms, and point at himself abashed, as if saying, me? you like me?

and you nodding exaggeratedly.

feeling the flurry of butterflies in your stomach watching him whoop and laugh twisting and looping on his broom. as if re-energized. you laugh too, his mirth too infectious. the others in the stand with you looks at the parchment in wonder and cheer along with you.

you can hear geoffrey shout profanities at james seeing him steady in the air not moving away form your sight, “not this again potter!”

it had taken you two weeks to finish this little project, the idea coming from a muggleborn friend that said they used to do posters when they watch games like these. that’s when you decided to do the same for james.

at first it was only supposed to be a simple parchment with words to cheer james on, for his first game as captain, against the hufflepuffs. but you decided to make it even more special and unforgettable.

granted, you weren’t all that creative in terms of crafts, so you enlisted a ravenclaw to help you put it all together. as much as you didn’t want to, you had to forgo watching the game so you can have some moment alone to get the poster started.

you were confident enough to know that the gryffindors will win and go straight to the finals. with hundreds of students coming to watch the game, you knew james wouldn’t notice your absence.

so the entire week you had committed your time into creating your first poster. trying desperately to hide your activities from james to surprise him. and when you had ran out of materials, you had gone to hogsmeade with charlie to guide you on what you should buy.

you knew james had caught on your weird behaviours. you were sure simple words from him and little pleas would get you to spill the beans but thankfully he had been distracted enough by something else that opened a way for you to leave.

now, here you were clutching the paper like a lifeline, the words you had written with so much care glowing through the fog. you had even drawn james on his broomstick along with his wild hair and glasses askew on his face. although charlie had helped draw it much nicer and life-like. each line moving and dancing across the paper to capture his attention.

with a new sense of motivation, james started to play the game the best he had ever played. zooming right above your area in the stand with a quaffle in his hand and a wink your way, he easily maneuvers over the other players and score.

with the slytherin keeper gone he had easily gathered up score after score.

and each time he did, he would stop a couple of feet in front of you and do a victory dance of some sort, eliciting a giggle and wide giddy smiles from you.

the crowd going crazier and crazier as james seemed like an unstoppable force in the field. eventually the brutal game ended with gryffindor as the winner by 530 points. breaking an all-time record.

gryffindors with some ravenclaws and hufflepuffs scatter to the field to celebrate the win. grabbing unto james, patting him on the shoulder, messing up his hair even more and cheering his name.

even with everyone around him, he managed to lock eyes with you again. quickly pushing other off him and running to you, a smile etched on his face.

you barely had anytime to prepare yourself as a sweaty, large, giddy man hurdled towards you. but james ever so gentle with you, grabbed your waist and lifted you up from the ground, twirling you around, looking at you with absolute glee. you can hear wolf whistles from the others but james barely acknowledges them.

he sets you down, hands still firmly on your side. the parchment now folded haphazardly, clutching it to your chest. wrinkling his nose in a low chuckle before looking down at the paper. “is this why you’ve yet to speak a word with me?”

you breathed, suddenly embarrassed. “i’ve been perfecting this for two weeks.” looking down on the paper leaning into him just a tad bit more, “i ran into some trouble with making the text stay on the parchment rather than fly away.” you muttered, cheeks aflame.

looking up at him through your lashes, having half a nerve to look bashful. “did you like it?”

“like it?” he scoffed, “i bloody loved it,” he grinned, forehead now leaning into yours.

you grin up at him, unaware of the still swirling questions he had for you. but for now holding each other like this, is enough answer for him.

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lueurjun · 1 year

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hufflepuff boyfriend heeseung

feeling really inspired these days idk why, hence why the frequent posts. i might do a written scenario on this too. also lmk if you want more hogwarts enhypen. this is also really long so i’m very sorry about that but i’m running on no sleep it’s 5 am and i’m tired so pls if it’s bad cut me some slack aasdhfkfkdl enjoy

idc what anyone says lee heeseung screams hufflepuff to me

maybe bc i’m a hufflepuff and i want that man in my house

let me have my moment

for the sake of this you guys are also in hufflepuff because this was an impulsive burst of motivation I DONT HAVE A LOT TO WORK WITH RIGHT NOW PLS LET ME LIVE

change it in your mind if you’d like

anyways we’re going for the you fell first, he fell harder trope

i mean who wouldn’t fall at the mere sight of him?

you began harbouring a little crush on him during third year

specifically during potions class when he took the fall for you against snape after you messed up the shrinking potion

he wasn’t even mad. he just gave you a small smile and told you ( gently) to be more careful

you never messed up ever again because if lee heeseung tells you to be careful YOU BE CAREFUL

anyways yes from then on you’re all heart eyes for him any interaction leaves you a bumbling mess

he once sat down next to you in the great hall and you damn near drowned yourself in pumpkin juice

he didn’t reciprocate your crush until fifth year

he’s a lil slow but hey! we got there in the end

his crush specifically started after he got sick and had to spend some time in the hospital wing and you went to great lengths to get past madam pomfrey JUST to give him your notes

you’re an adorable little magic try hard for him like who would go to great lengths like you? no one heeseung should put a ring on it rn

or else i will

jkjk

unless…

ANYWAYS

you’re very good at hiding your crush ( for the most part other than the fact that you freeze whenever he’s around ) but you’re not completely hopeless

heeseung, on the other hand, is absolutely hopeless

anytime you’re in the vicinity this boy becomes a blushing mess

literally heart eyes for you

you notice that he’s acting different and at first it scares you because suddenly he seems distant

and you start panicking

so you go to sunghoon

bad idea

“is heeseung mad at me?”

“yes. he hates you.”

“WHAT?!”

cue jake stepping in with a wild look of panic on his face

“HE DOESN’T HATE YOU!! SUNGHOON WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS IS OUR DEAR FRIENDS SOULMATE!!! WHY ARE YOU CAUSING TROUBLE?”

sunghoon just sips his pumpkin juice and goes: “funny”

it wasn’t funny you almost cried

little baby hogwarts student riki who follows them around found it hilarious tho

“HA GOOD ONE HYUNG”

jake is like a stressed out father

“riki nishimura eat your toast!”

and you’re just confused because you heard jake call you heeseung’s soulmate in a moment of stress

heeseung is blissfully unaware of the turmoil at the dinner table when he strolls into the great hall

though he goes paler than nearly headless nick when he sees you, his precious little soulmate, surrounded by the group of demon spawns he calls his friends

he manages to go even paler when you stand up and march towards him with a look of determination

and he’s taken by surprise when you yank his tie and drag him out of the great hall prompting many hoots and whistles from your friends

poor heeseung just wanted some breakfast

you pull him into a quiet corner and he’s absolutely petrified

“do you hate me?”

you surprise yourself with how blunt you are

it takes a moment for the question to register in heeseung’s mind and when it does…he starts?? laughing

like manically

him? hate you? that’s the funniest joke he’s ever been told

then he catches onto your ‘wtf’ look and realizes that you’re serious

mortified. sickened. DEVASTATED at the fact that you think he hates you

“no-no! oh my god! no no. i don’t hate you? HATE YOU? ME? Goodness no! I’m sorry I made you feel that way-it’s just…you make me nervous and you’re really good looking and i think-no i KNOW! I KNOW i’m in love with you. please don’t hate me”

honestly you aren’t sure what you was expecting but it definitely wasn’t that

you’re at a loss of words because holy shit

lee heeseung likes- no! no he said loves! he loves you

there’s no words that come out

instead you dry heave and heeseung nearly sobs at the fact that he made you almost throw up with his confession

and that makes him dry heave

so there you both are in the corridor continuously heaving

jake, sunghoon and riki are peeking around the corner watching the whole exchange

one looks perplexed, and the other two look absolutely delighted

“bet you five galleons heeseung throws up first”

“you’re on”

“you are not betting on our friends failure! and riki stop gambling you’re like six”

anyways back to the shit show which is confession land

both of you manage to keep down the contents inside your stomach much to the dismay of sunghoon and riki

“i wasn’t- i got nervous!” you try to explain

“it’s completely fine! i wasn’t meant to confess like that and i already knew you weren’t like-into me—“

sunghoon has had enough

bro pops out from around the corner

“they’ve liked you since before merlin was even cruising around! just date already and spare me of this torture!”

everyone say thank you to sunghoon because after his help, the two of you start dating

finally! this took longer than i anticipated-i got carried away very sorry! okay continue

THE RELATIONSHIP YAY EVERYONE APPLAUD

the professors definitely shipped it and had bets on you both

snape owed mcgonagall twenty galleons

even dumbledore was in on it

holding hands under the table is an absolute must

heeseung does this thing when he senses you getting a bit stressed out in class where he’ll rub his thumb over the back of your hand

finding you both curled up together in the common room is a regular occurrence

you’re both devastatingly awkward but in the cutest way

that’s also really painful to watch sometimes

cue your friend group watching you get all blushy and flustered after shamelessly flirting with each other

“someone break them up before i avada kedavra myself here and now”

dragging heeseung by the tie is a common occurrence

and he has a thing for walking behind you gripping the sides of your shirt or robes

you’re both terribly protective of each other

if anyone hurts heeseung’s feelings, oh boy! not even voldemort would be able to stop you

“did they just insult you, hee? i think they did. HEY YOU! SAY THAT TO HIM AGAIN AND WATCH HOW FAST I RIP EVERY HAIR OUT OF YOUR SCALP, YOU TOAD!”

and if anyone upsets you? oh boy.

he literally shaved someone’s eyebrows off for making you cry. man knows no consequence when it comes to protecting his partner

you both get really shy about pda

so that means whenever you want to share a peck, one of you will hold up a book to hide your faces

making out in the restricted section is a must

the two of you start sneaking off and it becomes noticeable to your friends

“where are they?”

“probably swallowing each others tongues”

when they finally investigate they find out that the two of you have been sneaking off to read muggle stories to each other in the abandoned bathroom

even moaning myrtle cringes at how in love the two of you are

the two of you are really happy

and everyone else is happy that you’re happy

“dibs on naming the future child!”

“sunghoon you are absolutely never naming our baby”

“why not? sunghoon jr lee has a nice ring to it”

you manage to compromise and agree to let sunghoon be the best man at your wedding

he did get the two of you together

perhaps the two of you should repay the favour and find him a match?

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aliusworld · 1 year

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Unspoken Love

Angel Devil x Reader

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Part 3 {CURRENT} || Check for other parts on my MASTERLIST. (Pinned link)

What’s to come: SMUT!!!! SEX!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!! DNI IF YOU DONT WANNA SEE IT!!!!!! Reader is horny and desperate but in a fluffy way. Reader has female anatomy ish SORRY +OOC ++not proofread haha sorry, boo

Description: You can’t say “I love you”, so they’ll have to come up with a different way to show it. A fun and safe way both you and Angel can enjoy.

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It’s been weeks since you first heard Angel say “I love you”. Normal words could not contain the feelings you had for him, but one specific one could. Love. You wished you could, you tried making deals, thinking of different contracts, anything. You tried everything, but your contract wouldn’t budge.

The Love Devil.

Your contract with the Love Devil held you back from speaking your truth. Nothing you’ve ever said felt like it held the same meaning, maybe it did to Angel, but it didn’t feel the same to you. What could you do at this point? If something can’t be said, can something be done about it?

Then a small idea popped up, what about you two do something intimate?

What would something intimate be? A date? Dates wouldn’t work, Angel isn’t exactly allowed to be out in public if it isn’t related to work in any way.

Then what about sex?

…

“Nononononono, what am I thinking?!” You mutter to yourself. It’s 1 AM, maybe if you get some sleep, your mind will be at peace.

The thought hadn’t left your mind. In fact, it’s been days. You’ve been avoiding eye contact with Angel, you felt horrible, but if you two did do it, how would it work?

Your days had been nothing but you being deep in thought, sometimes writing small snippets on paper. Angel had noticed your strange behavior, he’s used to you talking to yourself. Though this was new, you were never this quiet.

Angel started wearing gloves just so he could hold you more often. No one else had noticed it besides you. Gloves. That’s useful. Noted.

Angel’s wings and hair didn’t take away your life-span, which means you two could get close. Well close enough for sex, right?

All Angel had to do is stay clothed and wear a condom, right? So it’ll be safe. You two could definitely do it.

Your plan was all written in your head, all you had to do was play around with it. Son enough, intrusive thoughts would come rushing through.

What if he doesn’t want to?

You’ll just make everything awkward, how will you even recover from something as stupid as that?

What if you mess up during the act?

What if you do actually get your life span drained?

What if Angel’s too scared to touch you after that?

Your head makes an impact against your work desk. Angel had been doing paperwork for the first time in months, you had to double check his work either way. Which gives you an opportunity to talk with him, even if it’s just a ‘hello’. Nothing weird will happen. Nothing.

“Angel, how are you doing?” You stand up to make your way towards him

“It’s fine, why am I doing this?” He looked up at you while your clothes arm slithered around his neck, he didn’t have a reaction anymore. Good!

“Because it’s your turn! I’ve been doing your work for months, you’re only doing the work that’s actually meant for you! I can’t even do your work for you even if I wanted to, we’re not partners anymore…” You’ve filed requests for Makima to give Angel back to you, but after Himeno’s tragic death, Angel was partnered with Aki. Meanwhile you were with Kobeni, “And you’re extra lucky because Aki left you with me!”

“I don’t even know what half of these words mean.”

“Hmm…” You tilted your head and purposely grazed your hand against his, the paper was actually pretty complicated. Maybe you should come get Aki? No, this is your alone time.

“You don’t know any of this either, I can tell.”

“S-shut up. Whatever, let’s go home. Leave that paper for Aki to fill, I’m sure he won’t mind!” You brush it off and help Angel up from his chair. He was light, he made your heart flutter without even doing anything, if only you could express those feelings.

The ride home was nice and simple, Angel spoke first for the first time in awhile. He talked about what happened on the job and how much a pain in the ass Aki was. You whined about not being partners anymore for the hundredth time and how Kobeni was actually very kind.

In reality, you barely heard what Angel said. All you could think about was how you could shift the mood into something more… sexual. You shifted in your seat beside Angel, maybe he could sense something was up? Probably not.

You made a quick pitstop to a convenience store. Grabbing the non conspicuous items you needed to continue your plan. Angel stayed in the car as you had to comfortably laugh at the cashiers crude joke.

Home wasn’t any better. You watched as Angel changed his clothes, he didn’t really care. His body looked so smooth, you just wanted to hold it, do anything with it! Maybe cuddling naked would be fine, that certainly wouldn’t work though. You kicked Angel out of the bedroom and readied yourself for what might come next.

You put on the lingerie you had bought a few days prior. It was pretty, a light red. It matched Angel’s completion. After amusing yourself in front of the mirror, you quickly hid your body with pajama pants and a loose shirt.

Opening the door, Angel looked back at you. He was on the couch with your pillow on his lap. Has he always looked this pretty? You soon flop down onto his lap, he had a different pair of gloves on. The silence was wonderful. His hands were wondering onto your hair, as you closed your eyes in bliss.

“Angel, do you wanna try something new with me?” You decide the bring out the question you’ve been holding in for days.

“Sure what is it?” He tilted his head to look at you, his eyes were beautiful

“Uhm…” You couldn’t say it, the words just weren’t coming out, you plucked up the courage to start it, but you didn’t have any left to finish it. It felt like hell, your whole body felt like it was on fire, it couldn’t be helped.

“[name], are you okay?” Angel held your face gently, if only he knew. “You’ve been zoning out a lot more. Did I do something?”

“Angel… I… I’m alright.” You prop yourself up to the position you were when you two first touched, “I just missed you so much. I’ll never forgive Makima for splitting us apart!!” You whine some more, nothing unusual.

“I don’t think she wants your forgiveness”

“I’ll never forgive you either!” You shove your face against his chest, he was warm, so very comforting. You could stay like this forever. If only you could.

“What? Did I do something?”

“I’ll only forgive you if…” maybe you could pop the question now? “If you… have sex with me…?”

“What? [name], you know I can’t- Even if I wanted to-“ Angel’s face turned red, he was just as cute when he’s flustered

“Do you want to though?”

“…yeah..?”

“Then let’s do it! Please Angel?” You looked up at him, he was covering his face with his gloves hand, beautiful. “Please Angel, I need you.”

“You don’t need to do anything, just sit down and let me do the work. It’ll be safer that way.” You got yourself off of Angel, you noticed his bulge against his pants. You sweat as you gather the items you bought from the convenience store previously. “Are you sure this is okay?”

Angel nods his head quickly, his eyes were desperate. You guess you weren’t the only one obsessing with the idea of sex. You slowly pull down Angel’s pants, his dick was a medium length, nothing too big, but enough to make you drool. You cover the base wish a soft towel and unroll a condom for Angel to wear.

“Tell me when to stop,” You look at him for just one second longer to drink in his flushed beauty. You open your mouth and slowly swallow his length. Angel’s whole body flinched, his dick was in your mouth. Slowly bobbing up and down, you never managed to get to his base. This was your first time after all. You lift your head back up to look at him, your mouth creating a pop noise after releasing his cock from your lips. “Angel, you can touch me if you want, too… please touch me?”

“Y-yeah…” Angel grabbed your face, saliva was dripping down your chin, “You’re so pretty… use your mouth some more… Down you go…” Angel pushes your mouth onto his dick. Except you go down deeper. You slowly choke before lifting your head back up. You laugh a little before getting back to work. His moans were delightful to listen to. Angel soon starts to thrust his body deeper into your mouth.

“[name]- [name] I-I’m gonna c-cum-“ Angel moaned out, he wasn’t even trying to be quiet. Maybe you’ll get your first noise complaint tomorrow.

“Nope!” You lift your head back up, “Not yet. I don’t know how to change condoms safely with you, so… you can’t cum yet.” Angel whimpers as he watches you stand up and take your shirt off, revealing the top part of your lingerie. Angel looks in awe, your figure was beautiful in his eyes. You were the real angel here.

“I bought this for you, do you like it?”

“Y-yes, please, [name], please get back on my…”

“You don’t need to say anything, just wait for a second…” You continue to strip, this time taking off your baggy pajama pants and tossing them to the side. You get onto Angel and start grinding on him, he moans into your ear. It’s like music. His voice just makes you wetter and wetter.

“Touch me, you have gloves, it’s safe…” You mutter as you stroke the erect cock in between you two. Angel’s hand fondles your tit, going underneath the lingerie and start playing with your nipple. You slightly moan as you lift yourself and line up Angel’s cock with your wet cunt, moving your underwear out of the way. You push yourself down onto his length and gasp, it was big, but you didn’t expect it to be that big. “Angel, do you want me to be naked or-“

“Naked, please. I-I’ve always wanted to see you naked…” Angel stuttered out as you giggle while unclasping your lingerie’s bra. You gently threw the nice light red bra towards the floor and pushed your bare boobs against Angel’s chest. Your nipples were perked up from the attention Angel had been giving them and the fact that his cock was fully inside you.

“…It’s so deep… is it okay if I move now, Angel?” You whisper, he nods as he closes his eyes, face flushed. You start moving up and down on his dick, it was hard. Your movements started off slow, but sooner or later the pace picked up. Your desperation was showing. Your core felt hot, your body felt hot, your body felt so good against his. Angel’s eyes kept shifting from your aroused face, to your bouncing boobs, to his dick that was disappearing in and out of you quickly. It was a sight to behold, watching you whore yourself out for him. Your panties were still on, showing off a nice design that matched your personality quite well. Angel wished he could kiss you, do anything with his skin, just touch you in any way. His wings twitched and flapped on instinct, how cute.

“Angel- Angel! Angel, I’m sorry- I’m- I’m gonna c-cum!” You moan out, “A-Are you close too?” Your eyes were teary, it was hard being the only one moving, but this is safer. You wanted to make sure he was happy with himself before you finish. Angel nods and murmurs out many “yes”’s as you continue to bounce on his cock. A second after that, Angel bucks his hips up and makes his dick go deeper into you than before. You moan out in pleasure and close your eyes. You came on his dick. Angel came inside his condom. His wings hugged you tight, you felt ticklish. You snuggle yourself carefully against his chest. Angel’s bottoms were now filthy, covered in your love juice.

“Angel, I… I-“

“It’s okay, don’t risk it. I… I love you too [name]. You don’t have to say anything.” Angel rubbed his chin against the top of your head. This was the best night ever. Nothing else could compare to it. You smiled to yourself, maybe not being able to say ‘I love you’ wasn’t as horrible as you thought it was. At least, for Angel is was okay.

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A/N: I love angel but oh my god I had such a hard time writing this. Smut is so hard to write when THEY CANT TOUCH!!!!

Also this fic is shorter than the rest. I plan to write LONG fics!! Please let me know if this smut was hot or not because I DONT KNOW

Next part will be the finale of this “series”, but I’ll continue to make Angel Devil x Reader’s/bonus chapters of this series

ALSO PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS THEY ARE OPEN AND I LOVE READING UR GUYS’ THOUGHTS.

-Yours truly, 💟

#aliusworld #angel devil chainsaw man #angel devil csm #angel devil x reader #angel devil x you #chainsaw man x reader #chainsawman x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man smut #csm smut #angel devil x y/n #angel devil smut

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crystalmagpie447 · 4 months

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uuhm

idk what to title these 💥

OHWELL

little tiny drabble based on this comment by @thesunnysidebrat21

uuhm i dont write often so goeasy💥💥💥💥💥😭😭😭 (itsalso very short💥💥💥)

“What are you doing?” Moon hisses lowly. You nervously pull back your hand from his wing, “uhm.. Just- Petting? Your wing?? I guess”. Your words rise at the ends, like a question, “Is that okay?”. Moon says nothing in reply and looks away from you. Just when you are about to get up to escape this awkward moment you've created, he wordlessly extends his wing in front of you. You look at him, confused, but his head is turned away, propped up by his hand on his knee. You press your hands into the feathers, missing how his shoulders tense up.

Running your fingers along the material, you notice the soft difference in coloration, the patterns of swirls and stars just barely visible in the sea of dark blue. You wouldn't have noticed these details in the dark unless you were close enough. You barely hold back the urge to smoosh your face into the feathers. Smiling at yourself from the thought, you continue dragging your hands over the thick feathers and the word “fluffy” comes to mind. You trace the patterns, including the bright blue and flecks of gold on the ends, trying to commit each curve and line to memory.

Wait a minute. Why were you doing this?

Maybe he took your pause as a sign that you were done, or his tolerance of your indulgence finally ran out, But Moon abruptly tucks his wing close and stands up. He walks away, grumbling, towards a bucket and mop nearby, while you sit in the same spot, dumbfounded. He drags the bucket and mop over and, deadpanning while looking you in the eyes, drops both items in front of you. “Clean up.” He gets out, voice box crackling as if speaking behind gritting teeth. Looking from the items, and back up at him, you open your mouth, beginning to speak before Moon’s wings spread open, and he snaps up into the air, smoothly gliding into the room above the daycare. “WH- Hey!!??” You call after him, chasing him until you reach the base of the ballpit. Your brow furrows as you remember sun’s words from earlier that day . Even though its literally your job, something irks you about being ordered around by them “Isn't this your damn daycare??” You yell in the direction of the room “If you can handle everything on your own, then clearly you don't need me around right!??”.You hear a quiet “Language.” bounce off the walls coming from moon. You huff out an angry breath of air before walking back over and snatching the broom to start cleaning.

Moon barely makes it to the back corner of the room before sitting down, pulling his legs up to his chest and folding his wings around him. He holds his faceplate in his hands, rubbing his fingers over the line of his nose and underneath his eyes.

It feels warm. Everything feels warm. The room is too hot and his processors are working overtime to understand what is happening.

Just what are you doing to him?

cough

yea idk💥💥

you can in fact pet his wings 👍👍

#Hes just a little touch starved #Just a tad #Winged dca au #Writing #dont mind me #Im now realizing i shoulda posted the sun one first 🧍‍♂️#Ill have to write it tho 🚶‍♂️#Dca fandom #moon x reader

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stealingyourbones · 2 years

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*places an ostrich egg shell on the table* technically its made of the same stuff as bones. If you would prefer I have a mouse skull too.

For your consideration though, a Superbraindead au where Tim isn't exactly 100% human. Kon knows this because he asked Tim why he had two heart beats and Danny can feel the illusion magic on him the moment they meet. Tim only let's the illusion that makes him look like a human fade away when he is alone with his boys and he knows it's safe.

He knows they dont mind his claws or fangs and Danny and Kon make sure to tell him how pretty his snake like eyes are. It makes his tail thump on the ground like an excited puppy and his wings flutter, the light breeze ruffling his hair against his horns and pointed ears. What exactly is he? Who's to say. Perhaps he's part dragon with patches of scales and leathery wings, he certainly loves shiny things and hoards away the gifts his lovers give him. Perhaps he's a fairy with dragonfly wings, he's certainly mischievous enough. Perhaps he's a demon with bat like with and a spade on his tail, he certainly knows how to make a deal free of loop holes.

Perhaps he's something else all together, something undiscovered. Perhaps his parents were two different things that together made him and thought he was an abomination, perhaps he's just as much a cosmic horror given human shape as Danny is.

Perhaps he's nothing at all.

Whatever he is or isn't, his boys still love him all the same, and he fears what his family would think of him all the same.

RHWKOEJEKEKALWKEK AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

Bro I am weak for funky Not Human AU’s and this concept is simply perfect. That is it. That is all. It is fact.

Tim just carefully showing inhuman traits around the two and both of his boyfriends each time tell him that they accept him and this helping Connor be more comfortable doing some Inhuman Kryptonian Stuff (able to unhinge jaw/move/speak, etc.) around them. It helps Danny as well. He can chitter and click and chirp all he wants and to his delight, Tim and Connor are able to make those sounds with their inhuman vocal cords. They don’t understand what they’re saying, just mimicking the words back at Danny, but he can teach them.

I won’t be too specific on which idea that Anon said Tim could be because I adore every single one of them and want to see all of them used somehow. Tim being a fairy? Good shit. Tim being a demon? Good shit. Tim being an eldritch horror? That’s some good shit right there.

all of it. Just all of their walls of covering to be human fall down slowly yet surely until they can be their truest selfs around each other.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc comics #writing prompts #dp x dc prompt #SuperBrainDead #bones replies #anon

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shadebloopnik · 2 months

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Finally for the first time tryin to draw this man

Just a lil doodle while in class.

Also had the sudden inspo bc of a lil thingy(AU? Would it still be considered AU if i dont plan to expand?). Ik Angel!Alastor AUs are a thing, at least i think so, so i decided to try it out a lil bit.

So tadaaa, Angelic Alastor. I cannot draw wings to save my life, so bear with me. I based the eye shapes and over all facial expressions on how i drew the first Alastor doodle, except its a teeny bit less sharp with less bolder lines. I shaped his hair somewhat the same for the top part, except a bit slicked back with a more windswept look. I imagine his hair would be white with red tips, with an overall white, and red color scheme, with a black collar standing out. He'd have the same red eyess, tho with whites surrounding it.

I gave him two wings, to maybe signify that he is above most angels, though below those such as the Seraphims and Archangels, at least in rank. I was a bit conflicted what to make his cane like(yea ofc im giving him a cane im not a monster). Originally i wanted to copy what his lil antlers looked like, as to be a simple staff, but ended up with that wider antler design. Idk.

Angelic Alastor wouldn't really be much different than Demon Alastor, except for the fact that he's better at hiding it all, at least he wants to. He's quite powerful amongst other angels, moreso than seraphims despite being of lower rank. Similarly to how he can melt in the shadows, as an angel, he can dissolve into the light. Haven't really cemented what exact type of angel he is, though i'd imagine he's still a bit of a recluse, preferring to go off alone to do as he wishes.

Angelic Alastor is every bit as mischievous as his demonic counterpart. He lives for the entertainment, and his humor's quite biting for a being of light. He's sharp and charming and witty, and quite rebellious as well. He's curious about different possibilities, and has never quite felt like he belonged among his "perfect" angelic peers. He knows he's imperfect, and that all those ideas would be considered blasphemous. So he remains quiet, under the radar even with his strength; all to escape the possibility of being persecuted.

Its what draws him to the Morningstar. Lucifer, the powerful archangel with a heart of gold and a mind filled with wonder. (Also to anyone who's seen my blog, yes ofc im inserting radioapple im weak) Despite their gap in rank, Lucifer never treated him any differently, and Alastor found himself treating the shorter angel as an equal. Their friendship was a bit odd perhaps for the others, considering how they'd often greet each other with playful jabs and teasing remarks, all quite informal and rather unruly. He was drawn to Lucifer's ideas, as was Luci to him, both relishing in the fact that they weren't alone, despite being different.

Lucifer had always been the louder dreamer. Though Alastor often agreed with his ideas, and sometimes egged him on, Al knew the risks and knew when to pull back. He was cautious where Lucifer took risks.

And y'all already know its Radioapple but what if we add Lilith to the mix-

Like imagine, Lucifer coming back to Alastor and gushing about the first woman, the taller man amused at his friend's lovesick expressions. Imagine him being acquainted with Lilith, and charmed as well by passion and hopes for change. He's weak for dreamers okay-

Like imagine him helping the two hide their relationship, being the most cautious of the 3. Imagine his heartbreak when the two gets sent to hell. Imagine Lilith and Lucifer holding him, stopping him from falling with them, because he cant do this without them please-

This may have gotten away from me a bit

Anyway, there's also a teeny doodle of biblically accurate Angelic Alastor(idk ehat to call them, but those forms Sera and Em have when they go 👁👁👁👁)

Idk if i'll ever do anytjing with this. I have a whole fic playing in my head but its very long with a whole lot of plot and idk if im strong enough-

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icey--stars · 1 year

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Stories To Be Told: PART 15

Series Index

A shadowsinger, a warrior, an Illyrian, that's what she was. Trained by one of the most formidable female warriors. Escaped the Illyrian camps and her clipping when she was barely sixteen and is now the holder of 6 siphons. What happens when she tries to sneak into the City of Starlight? And starts down a whole new road of chaos?

a/n: im gonna be honest ya’ll. im giving MYSELF backlash with this damn writing lmao. one second she loves az. the next second she’s back to cussing him out. i love it and hate it so much right now. but dont worry. itll end soon.

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I didn’t sleep that night either. Nothing could quell these thoughts in my mind. The walk had done nothing. Azriel had done nothing. My thoughts were not only hitched on that stupid dream I had, but the few memories I had of… the event. Gods, I needed to find a way to refer to that. Rather than just the “event”.

The next morning, with my eyes sunken in and my head feeling so incredibly weird, there was a knock on my door.

I stood up, limping a little bit less as I cracked the door. Azriel, of course, was on the other side of it. I opened the door a bit more, leaning against the frame as I stared at the hazel-eyed male.

“You look tired,” he observed. “Did you manage to sleep last night?”

I sighed, rolling my eyes. “If you’re coming here to check on my well being again, I’m fine. The fact I told you I was thinking at all is a miracle.” The thread in my check yanked again and I grit my teeth hard.

“I’m aware, I’m not here to push it. Cassian canceled training today, so I was going to invite you. Since you wanted to continue training and all,” he explained.

I cocked a brow. I did remember saying that. Az was here to actually make good on that promise?

“Why’d he cancel?” I asked curiously, opening the door a bit more as I moved to grab my leathers.

“Unrest in Illyria, Rhys went with him. And seeing as you’re already not taking Madja’s advice seriously, I figured training couldn’t be too bad, since you walked nearly 15 miles in the forest.”

I narrowed my eyes, jerking my head to meet his gaze. “How do you know that?”

“Shadows can do a lot more than you think.”

I rolled my eyes, strapping on my last dagger before following him through the halls. He didn’t go to the balcony, where we would fly up, instead, as if still concerned for my healing, he led the way up the stairs to the training area.

The fresh breath of air I got when we finally got up onto that little plateau, was relieving in the best of ways.

“Would you like to work with mitts first? Or something else?” Azriel asked, stretching out his wings a bit as a wind blew from the left.

“That sounds fine,” I replied, hiding a yawn behind my forearm as Azriel went to retrieve the equipment we needed.

“By the way,” He said, walking to me. I’d settled myself into one of the fighting rings. “You’re wearing your leathers for the Day Court meeting. Along with the other Valkyries.”

“Alright.”

Azriel seemed a lot different than a few days ago. We had been arguing before the event. And now he has gone a lot more… placid and compliant to my requests to leave things be. Which, don’t get me wrong, I appreciated it, but it just made me wonder.

Was he getting tired of forcing himself to deal with me? Or was I really just being that sensitive? Maybe I’d spent too long away from actual civilization. Maybe this was actually all totally normal. Maybe-

I cut off my thoughts as I wrapped my knuckles with a bit of cloth offered to me.

Azriel had protective sparring pads on his hands, and braced himself carefully, and then gave me a challenging look. “Let out whatever you’ve been holding. If you need to work off the strain working your body to the bone, we can deal with the fallout.”

My lips tightened, and then I settled into a stance and threw the first punch. Azriel didn’t budge, just had his arms out in front of him, preparing for the next. So I kept it up. I threw the next punch with more force behind it, and then another. I kicked high, my body basically splitting in half, and then righting myself quickly, punching skillfully again.

I didn’t focus on who was behind the pads, just… I just let go. Punching became the silence I needed. Kicking became my release. It almost felt like I was back with Rainne. Training with her again.

Distantly, I thought about what she’d told me right now.

“Little bird… you need rest.”

“I can’t rest!” I argued.

She clicked her tongue, pulling the pads back up. “Then hit. Until you cannot anymore. Until your thoughts are no longer too loud. Remember to breathe. Follow through. Whatever hurts you… let it flow through.”

I knew the shadows were whispering to me, telling me to stop. They weren’t always unkind. Sometimes they worked to keep me from losing myself. It just wasn’t common. The kind ones were never as loud as the ones who claim to have better decisions than I.

The pads dropped. With it, my focus.

I looked up to meet Azriel’s eyes. “What?”

“Are you… alright? Your shadows are going insane or something. Even I can hear them from right here,” he admitted.

I glanced back. The shadows were large and flowing around me, and I heard them basically screaming. “Shut up,” I ordered quickly. “I’m fine you little pests.”

The shadows calmed after a few moments of placating. I pulled them closer and then turned back to Azriel. At least whispers of my failures hadn’t been coming through them, I thought distantly. That was always a good thing.

“I’m fine. How long have we been doing this?”

“Almost an hour.”

That shocked me, my eyes widening. “Didn’t mean to get so much into that,” I admitted. “Do you want a turn?”

“I’ll only take a turn if you’re certain you’ve worked off whatever is up with you.”

“I’m fine,” I lied and began unwrapping my hands.

Azriel put one of the pads to my hands. I raised my gaze. “You sure?” He asked.

I sighed. “I’m alright Az. Your turn.”

We switched equipment and I braced myself carefully, and let Azriel get in his own punching as well. My body ached distantly from all that I’d been doing. Goddamn. Ever since I got caught up with this Inner Circle, I’d have the most crazy ride of emotions and events. It was nothing like the forests, or the years that passed by in just the blink of an eye. No, I’d been here for a while, but it hadn’t even been that long. The days dragged instead of passed.

But you wouldn’t have met any of them if this hadn't happened. Nesta, Emerie, Gwyn, you wouldn’t have met any of them. Know them at all even.

Friends. I hadn’t had friends for a long time. And now I have three sisters. Not by blood, but it felt impossible. I’d lived the majority of my life either alone, with Rainne, or mourning for her. And now it was like a whole new life I had. Whether for good or for bad. So far, it's been both. Training and being with my friends was great. Azriel, work and the event had been absolutely terribly confusing or painful to think about.

“Be here,” Azriel said suddenly, breaking me of my stare with his wrapped fists. “You keep getting that look that you’re thinking about something that’s in the past.”

“How would you know?” I countered, taking his next blow with ease.

“I get the same way,” He admitted, looking up for a moment before sending a winding kick. “You keep thinking that much and you won’t like what you find. So be here. Right now.”

He flared his wings as he moved to punch again. I grunted as he hit true. Strong damn Illyrians, I cursed.

“See now you look frustrated. That’s better than the thinking look you have,” Azriel commented. “If you’re thinking about the events that have happened, you have to find a way to stop. Find a way to not… zone out or whatever. If you have to, use your anger to keep you centered. Or something, anything else. Thinking does you no good if you’re just upsetting yourself.”

“How do you know I’m upsetting myself?” I countered, moving to the side of him, forcing him to move with me. “How do you know? What if I’m just thinking about the creatures I met in the woods yesterday?”

“You get… a look when you’re upset. That’s all,” Azriel replied. “What creatures did you meet?”

“A lot of wolves,” I replied. “And something that was dangerous, but it was the one who can’t climb.”

“A Fright?” Azriel guessed. “I’ve seen a few.”

“I think that’s what they’re called,” I answered. “Only see them in the Night Court.”

“They have other creatures in other courts.”

Azriel paused after a bit. He and I kept sharing a few words. I shared a few about creatures I saw in the Winter Court. He shared his from the times he was tasked to check out reports of them and then deal with them.

“Would you like to continue, or are you done?” He asked, unwrapping his hands as I slid the pads off.

I lowered my gaze to the sandy ground. Did he want to continue? Or was I once again burdening someone else?

“I’m good,” I answered. “I’m going to go find Nesta, see if I can do a dance lesson.”

He raised a brow. “Nesta’s teaching you to dance?”

I nodded.

“Good luck then. I’ve seen her skill for myself, so I hope you can keep up.”

I rolled my eyes and left him as he put back the equipment, wanting away. I just keep avoiding people, I noticed.

I spotted Nesta reading in one of the chairs of the common room. “Nesta,” I regarded as I approached.

She lifted her gaze, and her lips raised in a smile. “Y/N, how are you doing? Your injuries mostly healed?”

I nodded. “It’s only some slight pain. I was hoping to uhm- maybe do a dance lesson?”

She stood, placing the book on a side table. “Yes,” Nesta said, grinning. “Yes, that sounds amazing. That book was getting boring anyway.”

“Just pining after each other endlessly? Or ignoring each other's presence until the end of time?” I guessed.

She gasped. “How did you know!? Yes! That’s exactly what they’re doing! Both!”

I chuckled. “Their the most endless tropes I know of. Only reason I ever read them is because they tend to have a good confession scene.”

“You read romance, I like you even more. I didn’t even think that was possible,” She chuckled, walking towards me. “Alright, follow me, I know where we can start.”

Nesta grabbed onto my hand and began to drag me after her. I stumbled a bit but quickly jogged beside her quick pace.

“Have you never danced before?” She asked.

“Rainne tried to teach me one formal Winter Court dance once. I think we just forgot to practice. Or we decided to not go to the Solstice celebration that year.”

“Better than nothing. I learned all the formal ones, so I’ll teach them to you. In case you ever end up needing to know them. I practice with an instructor down in Velaris sometimes, but normally I just tend to steal Cassian.”

I scoffed, amused. “What are you stealing Cassian from?”

“Brooding, or paperwork. I don’t know- he’s the general, so general-y things.”

I chuckled. “Yes, general-y things.”

She hummed. “Do you want to learn the female side of the dances only? Or would you like to learn both? We can steal Az and get him to help with those.”

I shook my head immediately. “No- no, I’ll just learn the female ones. I can learn the male ones by watching.”

She and I walked into an empty room that was pretty large. Nesta walked confidently toward the middle of the room, pausing as she turned back to me.

“Alright. First order of business!” She declared. “Hand placement.”

Dancing, it seems, was actually quite complicated with the specifics like hand placement, and where you go with the dance and all the more complicated steps. But it seems that the grace I displayed with my footwork when fighting, actually was quite similar to these formal dances Nesta insisted I try. My thigh twinged uncomfortably on a couple moves, like the spins or dips, but I just grit my teeth and continued. Luckily, my wings proved barely a problem. Besides the dip, when a male’s arm generally goes behind your back. Nesta managed to work it in a way that comfortably rested on the small of my back.

My shadows, however, fell in love with the movements instantly, swirling around me as if they were learning to dance themselves. Some still remained wreathed around me, writhing happily as I completed a movement successfully, while others tried to do it themselves in the shadows that my wings cast on the ground.

Nesta was stronger and more confident in her moves than me or my shadows. Distantly, I thought about what she would be like with a skilled partner. Probably very regal and graceful, I guessed.

“You did well on your first day!” She insisted as we walked out of the room. “It's just memorizing the dances now. Think of them like battle maneuvers. Except instead of fighting, you’re dancing with a partner.”

“Yeah,” I hummed. It was almost dinner.

“By the way- Rhys asked me to ask you if you were going to become a Valkyrie. Do you know?”

I smiled. “Yeah, I think I will. Azriel told me as well. I have to cut a ribbon, right?”

“Yes.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard. You think I can sneak into training tomorrow and get it done?”

“With Cassian banning you from training? No,” she chuckled. “Just wait.”

I rolled my eyes. “I can deal with Cassian,” I insisted.

“Y/N,” she warned. “Heal first.”

“Fine,” I grumbled. “But first day back and I’m cutting it.”

Nesta chuckled, smiling. “Yeah, you do that. We can dance again tomorrow if you lose that pain in your thigh you keep wincing from when you spin.”

I scoffed. She gave me a look. “Fine,” I conceded. “I’ll wait.”

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#azriel #azriel x reader #azrielxreader #acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar fanfic #nesta #mywriting

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flowerywhispers · 2 years

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This is my second time requesting, I hope you don't mind :] How about a fluffy picnic date (reader) with Callisto Regulus,Ijekiel Alpheus and Alver Crossman (separate)

Please take care and have a good day ♡♡

| | Picnic headcanons | |

Character(s): Callisto Regulus, Ijekiel Alpheus and Alver Crossman

TW: Food mention, Alver spoilers from the novel (I think?)

Notes: Gender neutral MC || Ahhhhhhhhh, this is so cute! Of course I don't mind you requesting again! You can send in as many requests as you would like while they're open <3 || I don't remember if these guys are ever mentioned to be able to cook or not so I'm winging that little detail 😌 || ALSO SORRY FOR THE QUALITY IT FEELS KINDA REPETITIVE TO ME BUT I DONT KNOW HOW TO FIX THAT 😭😭

[ Callisto ]

Callisto is very new to the whole domestic scene. Most of his dates with you will usually feature something considered more unusual like hunting since they're one of the chances where he doesn't really have any obligations and you love that but you wanted to do something different this time. Callisto would never even consider saying no to you and the idea of a picnic is something new to him

Please help him in the kitchen, he has no clue what he's doing. His cooking skills are sorely limited but he isn't too bothered about it being perfect. It's more of the experience itself with him

He's very sentimental and soft throughout the whole thing which is somewhat unusual for him. Maybe something about the peace of being in a field away from everyone else, secluded and with no chance of anyone finding the two of you unless you wanted to be found. He has many of these spaces where he can go to feel safe for a little while and chooses one to share with you for this

He does like to take the chance to tease you over the fact that the two of you are all alone the first few times

He doesn't really know what to say a lot of the time that you're together because he doesn't want to ruin the peace of the moment so he spends a lot of the time looking over at you in something akin to adoration because he never knew that something like this could have you so peaceful and happy and he just has to kiss you because there's very little that be loves more than seeing you happy

[ Ijekiel ]

This is far from his first picnic courtesy of Jeanette so everything is prepared perfectly

He somehow manages to prepare all of your favourite snacks without issue, all on his own for that matter because he likes making your dates special and tailored to the two of you and chooses the most comfortable blanket that you've ever sat on

He hand makes all of the snacks and drinks too, not that he'll tell you unless you ask. He doesn't like lying to you but sometimes he feels a little embarrassed to tell you just how much he really likes to spoil you. He isn't ashamed of it but he does get a little shy when it's mentioned

Kiel absolutely lives for tamer dates with you where the conversation between you is fluid and soft because it all feels so domestic and calm, the two of you recommending various foods to eachother and leaning over to feed some to one another, scented napkins being a frequent help to remove smeared chocolate from lips and fingers

In the moments where there is silence as you admire the scenery, he likes to look over at you and rather than admire the scenery, admire you with the scenery as your backdrop

The feeling really is incomparable to him

[ Alver ]

He's another one that has very little experience with picnics. Things like that that you would do with your family or friends have never really been open to him and he's never been able to go on any on his own because of all of his obligations as a prince

He does come to find that he absolutely adores them though a jumps at the chance to go on a picnic date with you whenever he's free and isn't being bothered by Cale or someone. Usually Cale

Whenever he goes on anything similar to a picnic (it's nothing like a picnic) he's used to being in some kind of potential danger so he relishes is the peace of picnics

He likes to have you right next to him on the blanket so he can hug you from the side. There's also the fact that he will clear out as much of his day as possible for picnic dates with you so it's also a nice bonus for you to sleep against him if you get tired because you're out for a while

Everything is specially made for you and no expense is spared even if you do tell him not to go all out for these. Everything made is simple, things like sandwiches and pastries but you just know that the ingredients are quality bought and made

They're just as much as a break for him as they are for you so he does like to pamper the both of you for a little while and brings extra food encase someone decides to show up but everyone usually gives you your space for these

Not to mention that picnics are never on palace grounds as much as he would love to give you a nice view so the two of you are fairly secluded. It's one of the few times where he's comfortable presenting as a dark elf on occasion around you

Do not repost or claim. Only reblog 💗

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stiffyck · 1 year

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okey im back with the Scar bit of whatever the thing is I came up with :D

(Note: Grian is an Avian, and Scar is a Vex who obtained his magic during the ConVex arc alongside Cub. Scar uses small Vex wings and magic and general, as well as a cane to be able to walk, and relies on his wheelchair on bad days (due to the Vex magic, Grian's watcher magic didnt work on him - different types of magic balance each other out). also, I havent worked this bit out as much as Grian's, so sorry for inconveniences! ^^")

Btw, I forgot to add that Grian didnt mention his worries to his friends because he is afraid they might get suspicious that there was something inbetween seasons, and he doesnt want them to remember 3rd life. The watchers will pay for what they've done to his friends.

Scar also wakes up. he is a little further away from the village at spawn, and can only hear their voices from very far away, laughing and happily chatting. He remembers everything. he still sees Grian hunched over him in the cactus ring, the blonde's fists bloody and sandy. And he knows it wasnt a dream, because the explosion scar from when he had lost his 1st life burns like hell. He is sure that everyone remembers as well, and hates himself for the fact that everyone else has apparently already come over the betrayal and murder. everyone has, except for him. when he tries to get up, his body is still weak. (In 3rd life, he didnt need to rely on his cane nor a wheelchair and also didnt have vex magic - the watcher's work) Now, all of the exhaustion comes crashing down on him, and he his too drained, both physically and mentally, to either get up and go to the others, or call for help. Because who would want to help him anyway after all the crimes he had committed in the games? Surely nobody would want to have him as a burden after they had all seen what Grian had to go through in the last two months. he doesnt want to call for help, although he really should. And he knows that.

(It's up to you if you want to give our pretty boi a lil bit of comfort or let him suffer alone through the night. suffer though zombies, potentially. or if he gets the comfort he deserves, from Grian, who is looking for him. I'm thinking of putting a smidge of shipping in there, and if u dont mind, I'll throw their relationship in another ask) :)

AMDMFKDJDJSNS OH M YGODDD YES SCAR GETS COMFORT BECAUSE I LOVEBCOMFORT SBDJDJDLS

#stiff talk #asks #gtws #grian #gtws angst #au rambles

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hiding-in-the-vault · 9 months

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hi im the hk insp au person again,, i just wanted to share just some more of my au if thats okay with you

https://imgur.com/a/L4AVTir (All my unofficial works and also some old designs that didnt work out in case anybody would be interested)

https://imgur.com/a/TNjocDK (Tommys and sapnaps design woohoo)

i hope you like it and please drop some thoughts if you have any :))

also an au notice; not entirely a hollow knight au just HEAVILY inspired by it (hence why its called rogue au in the imgur titles lmao) but i still wouldnt mind if people called it a hollow knight au

btw; you got dream and george right last time, i was surprised because he does in fact live in a very mossy grove (its Mossy Decay in the map), always hides in the shadows and is VERY protective of his little place. when tommy first met dream he wandered a bit too deep in mossy decay and was ambushed by dream, nearly making it out alive

for george, he does in fact like napping a lot around Hills of Mildew (on the eastern side of the map) inside his own hut and doesnt really care about anything and only goes outside to stretch his legs and look at the horizon

and ill also add some lore & funfacts

nobody has ever dared to go in "The deep", only some have tried but few have returned and those few were never the same 😵

theres an arena in barkals, people bet money and fight to the death for it, that's where Dream met techno! while techno was watching dream fight in the arena, he was impressed by his agility and strength and decided to challenge him to a duel outside of the arena. obviously, techno beat dream and thus begun their playful rivalry

ok i swear this was all i just really like to ramble abt stuff ty and bye❤❤❤

WOO!!!! First off, I really love your art style. All the pen lines, especially in some of the older art, it's awesome. I wish I'd do more stuff like that

Anyway, I love these guys. The fire head design is sooo cool. Idk if its just your style or if it looks a certain way for a reason, but it reminds me of autumn leaves and sticks. Which feels apt, for something so nature-themed. A skrunkly guy, I bet he thinks he's the coolest kid on the block. I'd like to hear the thoughts behind those eyes xD

And Tommy feels so sitting. He's a Big man™ and he's got Belts and Such™, Dont Mess With Him !!!11!1!!!! And then you see those big goofy eyes <3 Yep, you're very intimidating and cool, Tommy~ Also him losing his wings reminds me of osmp. That there is one slightly above-average guy who cannot fly. He doesnt NEED to fly, he is simply built different. #trust

Other arts

Map!! I love maps. Big map fan. I bet Tommy likes "The Junk". (if he can get past Dream to make it that far, anyway :eyes:) or at least the name, idk. its funny.

I don't have much to say about the others, besides that they're very fun to look at. I love seeing the thought process behind designs. Crying at George v.1 looking like a waiter djkfhskfd

Speaking of Dream. Ahahehehh I was right >:D It's the vibes, man. The vibes are there and they work so well with these two. If c!Dream and c!George were to be in a hollow knight inspired world, that is simply what they would be doing, I don't make the rules. And hey, that means your character design did its job :D Pog

I'm also always in favor of any idea regarding a fighting arena. Dream would do numbers there, I'm sure. Glad to see the friendly rivalry exists <3

I don't know if you plan on writing anything or just drawing stuff, or just vibe, but I love this concept and I hope you continue it :D

#vault asks #rogue au #yea i typed half of this and it got deleted earlier rip

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anachronistic-falsehood · 1 year

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HIIII HI HI IM OFFICIALLY CAUGHT UP ON DREAMSTUCK AGAIN HELL YES. GOOD SHIT. ok now bc it is on my mind. i am DYING to know ur classpect thoughts on judt. everybody. handing u a free pass to ramble. u dont have to do all of them bc thats a lot but if u have favorites 👁👁 i am looking

OUGGOHIGIG WELLLL IF U INSIST

ok ok. jack. motherfucking manifold. likeeee cjack drives me insane i hope u know that idk what crack he put into his silly little minecraft rp character but it drives me insane. pages lack their own aspect/concepts related to their aspect right. cjack died so many times but it just NEVER STICKS. he wicks it off like its nothing. he’s miserable yes but nothing will ever give him the relief of dying. ds!jack is going to suffer that same fate. “Those bound to the aspect of Doom are fate's chosen sufferers. At their worst, they are bitter, resentful, and fatalistic.” CAN YOU HEAR MEEEEE!!! I’m so going to lean into the “Fate’s chosen sufferer” thing later on in the story. it’s killing me. cursed to keep living no matter what happens, even if death would be preferable. yeagh

also ummm. witch of breath hannah. channah has had her autonomy taken from her by the egg, by her wings burning and leaving her ground-bound, and breath is all about freedom. i want her to take it back yk. i want her to snatch her freedom from the universe and be able to DO THINGS. ds!hannah is going to be pushed and pulled in a thousand different directions until she snaps. the hand that feeds her is also the one that hits her and she’s going to bite it. i want her to go fucking feral

KNIGHT OF HOPE CPUFFY. HELLO. do u remember is dsmp when eret decided to make a faction against the egg and named it the knights of hope and puffy was one of them. puffy also used to be one of eret’s knights way back in the beginning as well LIKEEE. shes constantly trying to protect people she’s defensive she helps people she pours her entire being into the things she cares about. she’s so knight coded. there’s no other class for her i think. also the fact that it’s always eret who she’s the knight of. something something the unbreakable relationship between the space player and the knight who helped breed the genesis frog and the universe being built from their two hands etc etc. also remember her during the banquet after cfoolish was killed. i think if cpuffy had been allowed to shine during lore more like that she could have either fucked shit up or maybe fixed the entire server ngl. she’s THAT powerful i think. genuinely. she was so determined to make things better and if she’d been allowed to she could have gone down two paths: knocked some sense into everyone and rallied them all against a common enemy (cdream) and gotten rid of the biggest problem on the server, or snapped and set off the nukes herself in a wave of unbridled frustration. a knight of hope is a very powerful thing yk. and if cpuffy couldn’t reach her full potential in dsmp then BY GOD I WILL MAKE IT HAPPEN IN DREAMSTUCK.

i feel like it would b a crime if i didn’t talk about. cWilbur. my little prospit dreamer destructive heart player meow meow <3 like u know how he is. he hates himself more than anything. he’s obsessed with himself. he knows he made something beautiful and amazing but also he thinks every single problem ever is his fault. he can’t stand himself. he regrets everything he’s ever done but if he did things differently maybe he wouldn’t be the same person he is now and that thought both elates him and terrifies him. dirk imploded with self hatred, and wilbur EXPLODES with it. he destroys other things with the contradicting force of his own identity. he dies and comes back RIGHT. but also wrong. very wrong. but it’s also the best he’s felt in decades. yk. he’s a walking juxtaposition and that’s so incredibly heart player of him.

ok ok this is getting long so i’m going 2 leave it at them for now. honourable mentions for classpects that drive me crazy go to: csam thief of heart, which makes me want to gnaw on plywood; ctechno prince of rage, because AUGH AIOAUBAIGH AISHkgGHH HRGHNGBGNNHN; cbad prince of blood, because oh my god. ohhhh my goD oh my god; and cponk sylph of mind, because urnghnghn *sounds of me chewing on styrofoam*

#dsmp classpects #dreamstuck #whiskeys word soup #will probably expand on others that drive me batshit up the fucking belfry later #but right now i ammmm. augahgahah #used up all my braincells writing this. they drive me crazy <3

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firebuug · 1 year

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dont mind me 73662516284 julie oc thoughts at (checks watch) 1 am again

im very tired but i thout about julian earlier and i think itd be really fun to explore the fact that ingame julian is really just a clone of the original dead julie. like inmy game my employee julian died but i couldnt mem rep him back so i just remade him exactly the same but slightly different except nobody (not even i) will ever know what the original looks like bc hes been lost to time and poor record keeping

and i think itd be a fucking horrifying realization for anyone in-universe to learn that they used to be close with and work alingside a julian slightly different from the one they know today but that julian is dead and forever lost in time. how the hell would julian react finding out he isnt the real him and hes just a hurried copy made after the memory of the original julian had faded. like this isnt 100% canon but it is fun to think about

i feel like post-lobcorp he’d want to dive deeper into his origins and resurrection since it was kinda glossed over How the manager brought him back, so while tackling amaller projects and finishing his lcorp project he’d start working on unearthing that as a private personal project. i think through enough poking and prodding in that area hed eventually be bound to find records of him being a copy of his own corpse or of there being different timelines and the dead julie is from one slightly different than theirs

i think hed become even more intensely invested after recovering from the shock of That and get back to obsessing over uncovering more and more with each new report and article and paper until his husbands have to yank him back by the scruff and go UR DONE PLEASE WORK ON YOUR OTHER PROJECTS AND TAKE A BREAK THE HUMAN MIND IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING THIS MUCH WHITE DAMAGE ‼️‼️‼️ and after listening to them and taking a fat break hes like oh jesus fuck yeah thats nightmarish. i think ill go outside and walk in the park and pet dogs and regain my sense of humanity again before i start writing my own case study. and once he gets unhusked he’ll put together the most bizarre most passionate self-case study the local paper will ever see

i love post lcorp julie because he gets super invested into the shit he cares about and will write pages upon pages of the most fucked up shit. he gets his nose in business he shouldnt be sticking it in and comes out with a new article to submit to the local Fuck The Wings zine. hes sticking it to the man by revealing all the darkest secrets of the man but only a few people will ever know bc he never puts it in mainstream papers lest he be assassinated by the government or something

tl;dr - if julie ever finds out hes a mandela effect bernstein vs bernstain alternate julian hes not gonna be normal about it but then will proceed to be weirdly normal about it in a julie style way by ripping into internal documents and scientific conspiracy papers and writing an essay about it. and i dont know how anyone else would react but eva can mourn and have the worlds worst reality check and go back to shoving that aside with all the other woes and lay with his weird dimensional time and space boyfriend for 292783949567 hours until he forgets about it

#txt #ocs #slamming this here bc . uh. sweats. recordkeeping. idk. julie lore #julian #ask to tag #unreality tw #just in case? i do know that thinking about alternate timelines and universes even when in fiction can be uhhh. umm. Bad #i tried putting myself in their shoes and force ejected myself because it was too mind breaky #rambles #eva

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alumort · 1 year

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another lovely writing comm ~ this time, for the Puyo Puyo fandom! It was so fun to work with :D you can read it even if you dont know anything about puyo puyo uwu

Ao3 link

Snow had just started to fall when they arrived at their shared house, invading the ground without wasting time– it wouldn’t be a problem, at least not for the rest of the day. Work was hard and tiring on its own, but being ambushed on the way home, right where their paths met… fighting off bandits and thieves was no problem for either Rozatte or Legamünt, although some injuries were obtained nonetheless. That was more of an annoyance than anything else, a bother that they had to take care of or the wrongdoers would go pester somebody else.

It wasn’t anything they wouldn’t survive to, there were scars they didn’t talk about in their bodies for a reason. They were experienced fighters, some blood wouldn’t hurt too much… In fact, their enemies definitely ended up in worse shape. Combat was no issue.

The problem was that Legamünt was a bit (extremely) adamant with letting himself be healed, no matter how many feathers his golden wings lost or how many scratches decorated his face. He didn't like being taken care of– slowly, he was opening up to letting his boyfriend heal him, in body and soul, but he preferred to clean Rozatte's injuries without letting him do the same for him. The warlock didn't mind much; he knew how his partner felt about collaborating with others in general, even if his life could be at risk. Legamünt was taking care of him in complete silence and with his purple gaze falling on his partner as he placed soothing balms on his skin from time to time, checking on him without any sound coming out of his lips.

Things like these made Rozatte fall in love with his boyfriend over and over again despite his lack of willingness to collaborate; his careful touches, seeing how gentle the angel could be when needed… he didn't even mind the occasional quietness of their shared home, if it meant that Legamünt was comfortable, the other man wouldn't complain at all.

“Let me patch you up too, dear,” Rozatte mumbled, leaning into his partner’s hands as he cleaned his blood and dust from their battle. The only reply he got was an annoyed groan, so he tried again. “I don’t want you to be in pain either. Let me.”

The angel looked at him for a moment before saying something, with the faintest of the smiles decorating his face; If someone else were looking at him, they wouldn’t even notice the shift in his expression.

“Once you’re okay.”

Success. Rozatte let out a soft chuckle at hearing the response, but he was finally satisfied with how things were going. The angel caressed his light green hair, so slowly that he felt like he would fall asleep right on his own chair. It was then that the warlock noticed how cold his partner’s hands were, almost as if they were made of the same snow that fell and fell right outside of their home– it sent shivers to his entire spine, yet he didn’t complain.

Instead, Rozatte turned around just to grab Legamünt’s hands with his own, grinning.

“You’re cold, love. Are you sure you aren’t a snowman?” he noted, rubbing his palms against his skin, in an attempt to warm him up quickly. It wasn’t uncommon for the white haired man to be cold, but he could still get sick if it persisted for long.

And for the first time since the day began, Legamünt’s soft voice turned into a giggle, his smile becoming more apparent for a couple of seconds before fading slightly once again– there was a combination of calmness and love in his purple gaze, that the warlock couldn't help it but caress his boyfriend's cheeks, enjoying how peaceful he looked.

Then, Rozatte continued with his self-imposed task of warming up the angel, holding his hands for a second before noticing something he hadn't paid attention to before; multiple scars of different sizes decorating Legamünt's palms and knuckles, and calluses in every single finger that he had.

He knew that his partner was a skilled knight (if not the most skilled one in his group) but seeing the extent of his battle reminders… the angel had survived a war, it would be strange for him to be completely unscratched. Yet it was a foreign concept for him– Legamünt, getting severely injured? Rozatte couldn't even start imagining any situation in which that was the truth.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Looking up, he could see Legamünt's cheeks shifting into a reddish hue and him avoiding his gaze. The warlock let out a soft, content sigh, with a gentle smile that decorated his face; it wasn’t hard to make the other man blush, and Rozatte found it adorable every single time without fail.

"Your hands… Lega, they show how many things you had to survive, how strong you really are,” Rozatte mumbled, trailing his partner’s palms with his fingers before continuing. “They’re beautiful, dear. You are beautiful. And I’m happy you’re with me right now.”

Now he was the one with a boiling face and an avoidant gaze, suddenly finding the walls interesting.

They had been living together for more than a year, yet Rozatte felt something akin to shyness in that moment, even if both men had known each other for a long, long time. He remained in silence after that… at least for a while.

Without making any sound, Legamünt wrapped the warlock with both his arms and his wings, holding him close to his chest (possibly to avoid showing how his face resembled a tomato then, even if he would never admit it). The warlock could hear agitated heartbeats right on his ear, that slowly soothed until gaining a calm rhythm that wasn’t bothered by anything at all.

Rozatte loved it when his boyfriend hugged him– a feathered embrace, that made him feel safe even in the roughest situations that they sometimes got themselves in. It was like the sun itself decided to bless him with its warm rays in the middle of Winter– both his chest and his soul felt at ease whenever he was between Legamünt's arms and wings. Nothing would harm him that way.

He was right where Rozatte wanted him to be. The warlock moved his hands without saying anything, careful enough so his partner wouldn’t notice, and grinned out of a sudden.

And so, Rozatte used a spell to grab a wet, clean cloth, just to start cleaning up his boyfriend’s injuries before he could complain. If a warlock didn’t use his spells for good reasons, then learning them would have been pointless. Magic existed to be used after all.

“Hey, I said once you’re okay,” Legamünt protested, even though he didn't try to stop his partner from healing him. He just did an annoyed pout and crossed his arms on top of his chest, as if he were a little child.

'Cute' was the single word that Rozatte would use to describe his boyfriend then, no matter how many people would disagree with him. The angel could be adorable even if he didn't realize what his partner thought of him.

"I'll be fine as long as I'm with you, Lega," Rozatte commented while winking, chuckling softly as he saw the other man blush once again. It wasn't done by accident that time, motivated by the sight of a reddish angel in front of him.

Legamünt looked at his hands then at his partner again, gesticulating with his mouth with no words coming out from his lips. The warlock tilted his head slightly to the side with confusion in his eyes, but he never pushed the other man to force himself to talk.

It was never necessary, as it usually didn't take long until the knight found strength in his voice to speak once more, his voice merely a soft whisper.

"... I'm still cold, Roza," he commented, his wings shifting a bit as he talked. "But I'm tired. Is it okay if I light the fireplace on?"

“Of course it is, dear, you don’t need to ask. But… wait, I have an idea.”

With a flick of his fingers, Rozatte made a small flame appear on top of newly-placed firewood, smiling at seeing the pleased expression on his partner’s face. Quietly, he leaned in to kiss the other man’s cheek, letting go of him in search of something. Legamünt was confused for a second, yet that only lasted a couple of seconds as he could see thick blankets on the warlock’s hands.

The angel got up to grab some pillows and place them on the ground, right in front of the gentle flame that danced between charcoal and wood. Rozatte was satisfied with this, sitting down and extending an arm towards his boyfriend without saying anything; words weren’t extremely necessary in their shared household and so, all Legamünt had to do was get closer to the other man with closed eyes, using his wings as an extra blanket for both of them.

Snow continued to fall around their home all night long, while they enjoyed each other’s warm company, safe and sound in their gentle embrace.

#rozalega #rozatte #legamünt #puyo puyo #fanfic #writing commissions

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eyelessfog · 1 year

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okay anyway so big important stuff: its the UNVOA angel au. its just pokemon b&w. and im so so focused on team plasma because ummm i like them. mwah. anyway N was picked up from the forest as a child. hes a natural angel, right? and we made reshiram his like. his dad basically. raised him because N could hear him.

and then ghestsis took N because this kid was a whole entire angel and thats. huh. but he didn't get out Okay. because reshiram smited him. smote him. screwed him up in his right arm and the right half of his face. but he didn't die, yk? but the fact that he ACTUALLY met god does make him worse. and hes like oh so i CAN get gods attention i just have to. i dont know. do this and this and that.

anyway so we're talking about anthea and concordia now. if you dont know who that is thats okay but i like them :] basically theyre 2 characters with tiiiiiny roles but theyre basically N's caretakers. and no one really thinks about them? except for me and a couple others. but anyway. my obsession, the two of them.

anthea has pink hair and she kinda looks calmer? concordia is blonde and looks a little more excitable. i gave them personalities.

okay so one bit that was always important to me was that these two aren't angels. theyre literally just N's caretakers. but theyre also his sisters because he loves them sos sososo so much and they love him sososo much. they have, since the beginning, known what ghetsis was up to. he told them, then threatened them for their silence. the thing is, they don't know what to do about it. because he gave them a better life - better food, better bed, better place to live. they should feel grateful. but they don't . because they're terrified of him and both of them deal with it in different ways

anthea has a freeze and fawn response. when she gets scared she goes quiet and does her best to be small and perfect and whatever gets her out of trouble. concordia has a fight and flight response. she needs to do something about it, needs to fight back, take whatever comes at her - she can't keep still

and both of them hate the other for it. "if you would just keep quiet, he'd get less mad and then we wouldn't get in trouble." "if you would just speak up we could fight back against him and then he wouldn't bother us."

it takes years for the two of them to become friends. longer still to become sisters. but it happens, and when it happens, it all becomes just a little easier.

they both love N, and both of them try their hardest to work stories with morals they think N will need into their stories. he has to understand that he can't always trust the person closest to him. he can't always trust that someone promising perfection will give it to him. he has to understand, someday, that ghetsis is using him, and they don't mind if he has to stop trusting them for this to happen.

[anything for N. they'd give up anything for N. even if they're giving up his love.]

they're... fucked up, the both of them. fucked up and pushed to the side because they know how to smile, because they've lived this hell for long enough that they know how to convey the emotions they want to convey, and keep the ones they don't close to their chest.

N is innocent. he's confused. they're guilty and they're scared.

when they get out - when they all get out - they're traumatized and they're dealing with it. Not well, but they're dealing. and also concordia gets to watch ghestsis die so win for the her community. they have mental issues, both of them. im gonna have to go double check which ones it was but anthea i think had delusions and hallucinations.

okay wait uhh shadow triad :D these three ALSO have problems. they were taken in at an even younger age than N was, sculpted into being the same person AND were all born angels. three, in christianity, is recognized as a holy number. they each had one set of wings that was their own, and then ghetsis put another two sets of wing symbolism into their outfits, giving them three pairs of wings each. three of them, which is the holy number, and then three pairs of wings, which is even MORE holy number

see the thing is, and this was so fun to think about, 666 is an evil number. a number that people generally consider to be the devil's number, but was used in reference to an awful king. now, recognize that if you put them all together, they have 6 wings each, and there is three of them, so..... 666

sorry its so. awaugh my friend is such a genius for this

anyway. they're fallen angels because ghetsis has them do all his dirty work, and the thing is. one of them is scared of ghetsis. in a different way to the others.

the others trust ghetsis. the others love him. the others think of him as a father, but this one... he can't. ghetsis was just... he was always there. over his shoulder when he did something wrong. caught him when he shouldn't have been able to. there's just... something wrong with it, and he can't... he can't find comfort in ghetsis the way his brothers can.

okay i dont think i can talk about this anymore because now im getting distracted by the other stuff we used to talk about cough cough the pkmn fangame we made up but anyway @ouughhh :} angel au

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