#i think one of them is called 'red tipped' or 'red winged' something

[jazjelspen]

my angel baby

(alastor w/ angel daughter reader)

[caution!!: EPISODE 8 & 6 SPOILERS. NOT PROOFREAD]

(notes: alastor joins charlie and vaggie in heaven to convince them about the hazbin hotel. angel reader physically resembles a fawn. )

(right now this is considered a oneshot, unless there is a very high demand for a part 2 I'll happily make another one for funzies!)

(PART 2 IS OUT!!!)

(also apologies if alastor's last name isnt actually altruist LMAo I kinda just wrote it assuming so 😭 )

You made it to heaven, lucky you.

Heaven was surely a treat, you lived your days with the upmost happiness, the light of heaven shining on your skin with kisses as if praising you for your goodness and your sacrifices,

all your sacrifices.

You were currently taking the job over for St. Peter at the gates of heaven for just a few minutes to await for any wondering souls to appear, to help guide them while he came back from a lunch break. Normally they wouldn't allow a human soul like yourself with little experience in this kind of task to take charge of such an important job, but you were close to many of the high ranking angels and you have proved your proficiency in tasks that you set your mind to, so you were glad to help those in need.

You stood there reading through the millions of pages looking over all kinds of names, all seemed like names that you wouldn't normally hear back in your time when you died. Some you liked, others didn't exactly pique your interest much, but the advancement of names since the 1930s surely proved how much times have changed and how quickly time seems to pass in heaven.

You wonder if it is in hell too.

'Hell?..' you wondered as you shook your head and sighed, your mind has been on that place lately and you wondered if it was even worth the rent free space in your mind.

You were currently slouched over the book and decided to close it with a glum look on your face, your elbows now resting on the golden podium and your hands cupping your face.

Geez, and you've been thinking a lot about your old man.

What-- no wait-

You shouldn't call him your old man, let alone your dad, not even father, pops-- not even by his damn name.

Even so, as much as you hated it.. you couldn't help but still use his last name sometimes since it's what you were given when you were first taken in.

Your last name?.. why, you're forgetting already?

_____ Altruist is who you a---

"HELLO??"

You snapped out of your thoughts as your head slipped from under your palms, face planting onto the cover of the enormous book. In embarrassment you snapped your head back up and your wings followed suit, spreading open behind you in shock as your eyes searched for the voice that called out to you from below.

You finally darted down to see three oddly shaped figures, your panicked vision soon relaxing to see two girls and a man dressed in red from tip to toe.

How peculiar.

Your eyes only set on the girl at the moment since she was the one waving at you and basically begging for your attention.

"Hello hello! uh.. Down here!" The girl with long locks of pale yellow hair waved, her smile widening when seeing she's caught your attention.

"Ah- yes yes! Hello hello! Welcome to Heaven! May I.. uh-" you scrambled nervously to open the book in the middle of it, "May I have your name please?"

She nodded, also returning a bit of a shy attitude back "Yes of course! My names Charlie Morningstar!"

Just like that you flicked the pages to go to the names that sounded similar to the girl's, mumbling her name under your breath as your finger traced down each name on the list.. to your dismay you couldn't find it.

"You don't seem to be on the list ma'am.. how weird.. does this usually happen with St. Peter?.." you spoke in concern, mumbling the last part to yourself.

The girl then started to explain something about her dad getting her a meeting, your mind a little clouded still trying to find her name until you heard the forbidden name that no one inside the pearly gates ever attempted to say out loud.

"-- maybe try, Lucifer.. Morning...star-"

And just like that you slammed the book closed, no words coming out of your mouth but an exasperated look of shock freezing your face.

"Oh-hoho... that explains so much--" you gave her a small sheepish smile, awkwardly looking off to the side where your eyes couldn't help but drag themselves to the man dressed in red.

"Miss you don't think.. you could've..." your eyes at first looked at the man's waist, his coat lightly shredded at the ends and the stripes of the long suit guided your eyes upwards "-gotten..." up and up and your eyes met his. The red eyes, the ears, the small horns, the horrific aura, and..

Oh dear, you'd recognize that damned smile anywhere.

"--lost..?" the end of your sentence dragged on, taking a long while to finish since all you could think about is how this man is at the front door step of the place he shouldn't even be considered in being let to enter.

Alastor, your father from the living realm. Not connected by blood but by life and connection.

The man where you got your last name from by being taken in and called his daughter.

The red deer demon seemed to recognize you as well, a spark in his devilish eyes proved it so, but it was very brief since he more or less also seemed to relish the look on your face with his smile stretched further up.. however further up it could get.

Charlie seemed concerned at your reaction, waving her hand in front of your face gently as if to get you out of this trance. "Heyyy... are you okay?.." she asked with genuine worry until all of you were focused away from this bizarre moment when a set of three angels befell before you all. The two seraphims and finally-- St. Peter off from his break.

"_____. We can take it from here, we appreciate the help." The highest and oldest seraphim announced your name and her appreciation while gliding down a bit more earlier than the blonde angel you covered for, she and the younger seraphim's forms going from their true to more human-like appearances.

"_____! My dear friend thank you so much for covering for me, always a real helper you!" St. Peter popped beside you as he praised you while gently flying beside you, you looked up at him with a small nervous smile before opening your own wings to flap down from his podium and let him get back on the job.

"It's no problem at all, you know me! Always.. happy to help.." you spoke your last words to him before your wings gently took you down to set yourself beside another one of your friends, Emily! You never talked much to Sera that wasn't in a formal setting but Emily seemed so easy to get along with. She gave you a tight squeeze of a hug while saying hello which eased your nerves a bit more, of course they never fully disappeared with the man who ruined everything before you let out your last breath.. standing right in front of you.

The man that brought you up here in the first place.

The seraphims introduced themselves to the three residents of hell, the deer demon more quiet until finally finding a spot of silence to jump in and introduce himself as well.

"Why hello, a real pleasure meeting you two quite the pleasure! Never thought I'd ever get to see an angel up this close in my life HAHA! The names Alastor!"

The voice, the radio static over it, his name.

It was him, you recognized it as if you listened to him on the radio just yesterday, your own personal hell.

Whatever reaction or words the higher ranked angels said seemed to fizzle out of your brain as they were replaced with the memories of your last moments on earth.

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"Father!" you screamed as you ran up to your childhood home, the home to which you were raised and kept in, your home in which you lived in with your father, Alastor Altruist.

For sometime you had suspected foul play when it came to your father's weird actions when the night came, the tone he spoke through his radio show when announcing several murders happening across and haunting New Orleans. You just didn't want to truly believe that the man that found you, a poor little orphaned baby, and raised you would do such disgusting and diabolical crimes.

You couldn't believe it.. until you finally saw it.

Your legs scrambled and fought each step to become faster, finally reaching the door of your home you slammed it open with a strong kick after jiggling the doorknob didn't work.

You knew the next murder he would commit would happen in your home.. you thanked whatever force that made you disobey him and look through his study since if you didn't you wouldn't know that right now there was blood to be shed.

The door opening and with your kick full of adrenaline and panic it made the door barley cling onto it's hinges. There your father was, on top of a wounded man that seemed to be gurgling and gasping to breathe as the victim attempted to claw at Alastor's grasp. Pieces of glass and wood broken across the entire floor, walls bloodied and worn out, pictures that hung neatly now cracked and lopsided or shattered on the floor.

Whatever happened in here, the victim was sure a fighter in the beginning.

You immediately without hesitation with full force pushed Alastor off the man, pulling the bloodied stranger by his wrist. The victim and you stared for a moment, him mostly realizing that he's being saved by a young girl like you. His lips parted to thank you but you could see Alastor raise his kitchen knife in the air and sprinted toward him to stab him on the back.

With no words left to share or spill you grabbed the stranger by the shoulders and with all your might pushed him and yourself away so that in the end Alastor ended up stabbing nothing but air.

Alastor grunted in frustration, his bloodied smile yet never faltering despite the challenge you now gave him.

The man snapped his head at you, eyes fixated at you before snapping back to his victim and raising his knife up once more, in a haunting motion his steps creeped and creaked towards the injured New Orleans citizen stricken with fear and terror.

Just like that, Alastor slams his knife down with no hesitation. The knife fully in his prey with no inch of the blade uncovered.

Oh-- wait.

That shriek, the sobs, the shaky breathing and the coughs of blood.. that wasn't his victim.

It was you.

His daughter, he stabbed his daughter.

For a moment you could see his crazed smile falter, the humane part of him uncovering itself for a moment, for you.

His little girl was covered in her blood because of him, the little baby he found on that cold rainy day is dying because of him, his bundle of joy that he took years to take care of is leaving him.. and it's all his fault.

He didn't know it was you-- he didn't know you'd be that stupid to sacrifice yourself for some random prick.

He didn't know that in the end, someone as evil as him could have raised someone as selfless as you.

"p..papa..?" you whimpered, your painful coughs of blood spilling out and going down your chin and your neck. "It hurts-- g.. it hurts so much papa.." you cried as the knife in your chest seemed to feel as if it was melting into your skin, becoming one with you. It obviously wasn't but the pain was just that painful.

Alastor's smile faltered and kept trying to stay up, his own set of tears falling down his face and onto your cheeks that were slowly losing life. Regret stabbing his own heart the way he did to yours. He let go of the knife and instead cradled you in his arms, just like how he used to when you would have nightmares as a little girl.

"Shh.. Shh.." he shush you softly as he gently patted your head, moving away any uneven strands of hair he could spot with his hands trembling in regret. "Little one.. don't worry about a thing, papa's here.. " he mumbled, the gentleness replacing what once was pure aggressiveness.

Your eyes slowly started to flutter closed, your pulse slowing down, breathing less profound, your limbs going limp, and your face.. contorting into a peaceful state of slumber.

Alastor watched as you passed in his arms, his faltering smile picking itself up once more to stretch itself across his face with tears pouring out his eyes. This wasn't a smile of joy, it was a smile to hide what he truly felt.. to lie to himself. "My little angel, forgive me please."

Those were his last words to you, words that in the end you couldn't hear.

And that man he tried to kill earlier? He escaped when he was given the chance, Alastor was sure the cops were to invade his home soon.. now there was just one thing left to do before he'd be found once again to pay the consequences.

He took your body to a beautiful forest filled with flower meadows. Alastor knew this was one of your favorite spots as a young girl, why not let you rest here.

Ah but as he was preparing to bury you in your final resting place... that darn deer hunter.

Well, you know the story. Mistaken for a deer, shot, that's the end of Alastor Altruist and his darling daughter, ______ Altruist.

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As you stood there you were awoken from your thoughts with the high angels escorting the princess and her other female companion into the gates of heaven, St. Peter welcoming them humbly with one of heaven's popular songs.

You were frozen, in shock. A chill went down your spine as you felt a foreign energy come closer.

You felt long fingers grapple themselves onto your shoulder which made you dramatically turn towards the hand and away from it.

Your father wanted to talk to you.

Your contrasting colors and appearances made this reunitement even more uncomfortable for you, his demon form seeming to match his disgusting self that he hid from the human world before.

His face was hard to read, especially with that signature smile of his that even in death he would never get rid of.

"Little one, my darling daughter.." he spoke, his voice seemingly trying to seem genuine but the radio filter over it made it feel condescending to you.. as if mocking you.

The look on your face was evident, you missed him so much but hated him with your entire being because of that hidden side he kept for years.

He continued "My little ____... out of all places I never thought I'd see you here. Oh but it's definitely much better than down under my little dove.."

Geez what was he even saying?? What were his intentions..?? You couldn't tell.. after all this time, you couldn't forgive this man, this serial killer, this demon, this.. monster. You couldn't.. not this soon anyways.

You took a deep inhale and exhale before fixing your posture and stance, trying to seem more professional and confident. "Sir, your hosts and companions are ahead of you. You wouldn't want to miss your introduction to a place you'll never see again after this day." Your voice stern and professional, trying your best to be void of emotion.

"Darling.. is that truly a way to greet your dear ol' father?" He spoke, hand stretched out while the other held onto his staff.

"Your friends are waiting on you, don't be late Alastor."

Just like that you turned your heel and gave him the cold shoulder, your wings spread and started flapping. Taking you up and away further into your home.. Alastor watched you as you left him once again, this time by choice.

Ah but he knew, he'd have his darling daughter back soon. His little angel that he cared for will forgive him.. he knew you had to.

With his grin widening even further he walked to catch up to the Princess of hell and her partner into the pearly gates, to see what other thing could entertain him while his daughter snapped back to her senses.

(hello!! thank you so much for reading I had a blast with this. as you can tell. once again thank you so much for reading! hope to see you soon! mwa mwa!)

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We’re back again with more

Obey Me Boy’s Thirsty Thoughts/ Scenarios

Warning: hella and I’m mean like EXTREMELY suggestive, LIKE BORDERLINE NSFW, kinda calling myself out once again, implied sex, mentions of: sex, making out, sexual acts, kinda somnophilia (consensual), bathtub sex, size kink, sub levi, sub mammon, sub simeon, aggressive hickeys, tail stuff, semi public, finger sucking

(I tried my best to make this gender neutral, please let me know if I messed up and I’ll try to correct my mistakes)

Let me just apologize in advance for if this is cringey, I very much tend to word stuff weirdly if I’m describing something sexual.

Lucifer-

So you and Lucifer are (doing the do?? Making love??? Schlonging?? Having sex?? Whatever makes you comfortable)

His wings suddenly sprout from his back

He pays no mind to them as he continues to make you feel good

While he’s kissing your collarbone you’re running your hand over the feathers of his wings and up his back where the wings meet

I think those wing would be so sensitive but he wouldn’t want to admit it

However little things in his body language would show that it has an effect on him

The tremble in his wings, the small intake of breath, the way he pulls you even tighter to him

He didn’t want to tell you, but he yearned for more. And you were more than willing to give him everything he wanted

Mammon-

Though he’s greedy, there’s nothing he’s more greedy for than your love

That love may be staying up late to study with him, or holding him close when the two of you finish a scary movie

But sometimes that love is what you’re doing right now, pulling on the strands of his hair trying to compose yourself as you take what you want from him

Guiding him to do exactly what you want, the exact thing he needs to do to make you feel good

He could get drunk off of the sounds you make, the way you looks, how much you trust him, how much control you have over him

And sometimes that love is when you’re spent and holding him, praising him for doing such a good job while his head is against your chest, the beating of your heart continues it’s fast pace as you try to catch your breath

There’s nothing he’s more greedy for than your love

Leviathan-

If you knew that cuddling and playing a game would lead to this, then you would’ve done so sooner

Levi was currently under you, his hands hiding his red face as you sit back up, wiping your mouth with a smirk

After some soft words you manage to uncover his face, kissing his lips once again while guiding his hands to your thighs

While your trace his bottom lip with your tongue you feel something slither around your waist, you look down to see his tail holding you tightly

Levi covered his face in embarrassment once again while unwrapping his tail from you, you grabbed one of his hands in time for him to see you trace your tongue up his tail to the tip

You guided his face back up to you and kissed him once again, his tail wrapping around your thighs and his fingers digging into your hips

He was in for a long night

Satan-

Being loud was never a problem before you met Satan, it wasn’t that any of your past lovers were bad, you just didn’t know you had this side of you

However sometimes it was a challenge whenever the two of you got intimate, you’d have to bite the back of your hand or put something in your mouth

Right now the two of you were beside Satan’s door, his thigh was between your legs while his mouth sucked marks onto your skin

Your hands were so preoccupied with holding him close that you didn’t realize you were letting out sounds until a knock at the door caused you to panic

He answers through the the door with a smirk, continuing to move you on his thigh. Watching as you try your best to be silent

You gasp at a certain angle to which he quickly covers your mouth with his hand, telling the person on the other side of the door that he just dropped a book

You open your mouth and guide his fingers into your mouth, Satan’s eyes widened as he forces a grunt back down his throat. He quickly shut down the conversation and shoved you towards his bed

You were in for it

Asmodeus-

One of the best things in your relationship with Asmo is when the two of you bathe together

It’s not always sexual, sometimes the two of you just wrap your bodies around one another, helping each other de-stress

This however was not one of those times, though it did start out as one. But the was your fingers gently scrubbed the strands of his hair, and the way his hand lathered the body wash on your thighs, occasionally rubbing close to where you yearned for his touch

The steam of the water seemed to grow thicker as his hands danced across your shining form, his legs straddling your thighs

Though you two exchanged soft kisses, your hands were desperate to satisfy the other

You both end and his hands grip your hair while yours hold his as close as possible, panting into each other’s mouth while tired kisses as given

The two of you make it back to his room and take a short break before you continue once again

Beelzebub-

While the two of you were eating on your bed you had dropped a glob of pudding onto your chest

Before you could wipe it up Beel leaned in and licked it clean, continuing to clean up any spots on you that had pudding on it

He guided your back onto your bed as he left kisses all over your neck and collarbone

Eventually he stopped just as his tooth has pressed against you skin, his reluctance was quickly overshadowed by the want he felt when you begged him to continue

He dove back into the crook of your neck and sucked whatever he could reach, occasionally biting you before soothing the bite with a kiss or a lick

He had gotten down your stomach, only stopped by the fabric of your pants covering you from him

He looked back at you and gazed over the dark marks decorating your skin, he wished he could feel guilt but the way you smiled up at him with a dazed look made him want to do this again

Belphegor-

Sex was not a major thing in your relationship, just something that occasionally happened

You both were in the attic room cuddling on the bed, his arms wrapped around your waist to hold you close

After a bit of self questioning you took his hand from your waist and lead it lower till it was between your legs

Belphie’s body tensed slightly before pulling you back to him, moving your bodies together as one through your clothes

His other hand which was under your neck gripped the sheets tightly as the movements got more desperate

After you both finished his body went limp against yours, twitching slightly from the intensity his body just felt

The zip of his pants was heard over the panting of breaths as he took himself out and guided himself into you, holding you close once again while pressing kisses to your shoulder

The two you fell asleep in each other’s arms, wanting no one to disturb this moment that hopefully would last forever

Diavolo-

So we all know how his demon form looks.

A personal headcanon of mine is that all the demons in there demon forms they grow bigger

Now imagine while the two of you are alone with you pressed against the wall his demon form comes out

When you open your eyes again you see this 7ft (personal headcanon) demon towering over you

The way his large body wraps around you to bring you to his bed

(Let’s just say his height isn’t the only thing that grows)

Barbatos-

Barbatos isn’t one to show a lot of emotion. Even though you’re his lover he still doesn’t show that much

While the two of you are in bed together he still appears to be well composed like always with occasional low grunts here and there

After awhile of not being able to see each other due to busy schedules and the demon brothers antics you both finally got some time alone with one another

You had hoped that maybe just maybe the time apart would show something of how he’s feeling, or how you make him feel

After a physically satisfying night together you woke up to his side of the bed being empty, a glass of water and a note explaining that he’s gone to do his tasks of the day was beside you on the table

You sighed and leaned back on the bed only to get poked by something, turning around you realize the frame where his hand was holding onto last night was completely destroyed

You replayed in your mind how oddly he was acting last night and now you understood why

A sense of pride overtook you at the realization that he had broken the bed frame trying to hold himself back

Simeon-

You just know that his skin feels like flower petals

So after the two of you *cough cough* you’re lying in bed together

Legs intertwined as he softly snores beside you

You just can’t help but run your hand over his skin, the soft feeling of it under your fingertips

He wakes up from the feeling of you and you both lay there and leave soft kisses on the others lips

You drag your fingers down his back, applying slight pressure with your nails which causes a soft groan from him

Your kisses become more heated as you raise his thigh so his legs are wrapped around you once again

Solomon-

This is definitely not where you thought you’d end up when Solomon offered to teach you

At first it started out simple, you’d be reading the book on the table and he’d come up behind you, leaning to see what you were reading while his hand was on your lower stomach

Eventually he started kissing from your shoulder to your ear, his hand grasping yours on the table.

With your mind officially distracted from the book you turned around, letting him push your shoulders down slowly till you were on your knees in front of him

His gasps echoed throughout the room while his hand gripped the back of your neck tightly, trying to guide you

He let out a moan when he finished (I’m not really questioning what I’m doing with life 🤣) stroking your cheek as he tried to catch his breath

He pulled you back to your feet and kissed you passionately before pushing you onto the table

Time for him to return the favour

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[azrielsdove]

Softly: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: Smuttttt, 18+. This is just a short, smutty fic for my az babies out there <3

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You hadn’t been around many Illyrians before. You remember the first time you saw Azriel, how wide your eyes had gotten at the sight of the large wings behind him. You had never seen anything like that, anything so dangerously beautiful.

You had been shelving books in your little shop when he had come in. You had turned with a wide smile to greet your new customer, faltering as you took him in. Everything about him was big. You had trailed your eyes over his body before remembering your role here. You cleared your throat and put the smile back on, asking “How can I help you today?” He seemed to have not noticed your reaction to him, or was pretending he didn’t notice.

“I’m looking for a specific book, I was told you may have it here?” Azriel had responded, pulling out a piece of paper with a title and author. You had nodded and disappeared to find it for him. When you brought it back, he had given you a thankful smile and left rather quickly after.

You wanted to see him again.

Much to your pleasant surprise, Azriel began frequenting your little bookstore. You didn’t have too much traffic and sometimes he’d stay for hours talking to you. You started to consider him one of your dearest friends, looking forward to seeing his shadows enter your business.

As time went on your feelings grew for the Shadowsinger. You felt called to him. You started to need to see him, getting anxious whenever it had been a few days since his last visit. You only hoped Azriel hadn’t noticed your change towards him. You knew he would never feel the same way.

Years had gone by since your first meeting, and Az still visited you at least once a week, often more. He had started coming closer to close, helping you lock up and walk you home. You would invite him in occasionally, the two of you staying up late talking and drinking. Those were your favorite nights.

It was a night much like that when everything changed.

You admit you had a bit too much wine to drink that night, but it had been a particularly stressful week with your shop. A sudden increase in clientele had been excellent for your business in theory, yet in practice you weren’t prepared for all the new customers. You had struggled to keep stock, having to turn away many disappointed and angry faeries. Tonight you just wanted to drink and forget about all those problems.

You laughed as Azriel told you a story about his brother Cassian, tipping back more wine. You were probably sitting a bit too close to him on the sofa, but he didn’t seem to mind. You watched the way his eyes lit up as he spoke of his brothers, the way color tinted his cheeks when he revealed something embarrassing. You saw the way his shadows would swirl excitedly when he talked about something dangerous, and you loved the way his wings fluttered with them.

Oh, those wings.

They were one of your favorite parts of Azriel. You loved the way they would catch the sun, brown and red light shining through. You loved the way they reacted to his emotions, how you could tell what he was feeling that day depending on his wings. You loved how they hung strong on his back, giving him that deadly appearance.

You wanted to lick them.

You didn’t think as you reached a hand out and lightly stroked the edge of the wing closest to you. You didn’t even realize what you had done until you noticed Azriel go rigid, his story ending abruptly. You straightened up immediately, your cheeks going red. “Oh, Az I-i’m so sorry. I don’t know why I did that without even asking. Did I hurt you?” You asked, embarrassed at your actions. He shook his head, refusing to look at you. “I don’t know anything about Illyrians. Was that rude? Oh I am so sorry!” You rushed out, feeling hot tears of humiliation fill your eyes.

Azriel quickly looked at you when he heard the break in your voice, spotting your tears as they spilled out of your eyes. “Hey, no, it’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.” He said comfortingly, reaching over to brush your tears away. You ducked your head, focusing on your glass of wine.

“They’re just beautiful.” You whispered. “I wanted to know what they felt like.” You slowly looked up to him, asking; “Can I touch them again?” Azriels eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed a few times. Finally he nodded, saying; “Softly.” You broke into a giddy smile and set your wine glass down on the table. You carefully reached your hand out, stroking the wing in the same spot. You let your fingers brush over their softness, wanting to feel every inch of them.

You were so caught up in memorizing the feel of Azriels wings against your fingers that you didn’t notice the way his hand gripped the armrest of your sofa. You rubbed down a particularly sensitive spot on his wings, stilling your motions as you heard him let out a heated groan. You looked into his eyes, shocked to see them blown wide with lust. “Az?” You asked curiously, confused as to what was happening.

“Do you know what touching an Illyrians wings feels like for us?” He asked, voice deep. You shook your head as you removed your fingers from him, wondering if you had hurt him in some way. He turned to you, leaning close. Your body was caged under Azriels, your heart going a million beats a minute. “It feels like this.” He spoke lowly, running his fingers over your neck. You gasped at his touch, heat flowing through your body. He seemed to enjoy your reaction, a small smile coming onto his face.

You had imagined a situation like this so many times before, so many nights with your hand between your thighs. Nothing compared to having Azriels hands on you, and all he had done was touch your neck. You were fucked.

You felt like he could read your mind as his smile widened and he leaned down to press a light kiss to the place his fingers had just moved from. You arched into him, wanting more, needing more. “I’ve wanted to touch you for years now.” He whispered over your skin, one hand falling to press your hip down into the couch. You gave a soft moan at his words, desire ripping through your body. You didn’t think twice before you reached up and ran your fingers over his wings again.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for years.” You breathed out, his hand tightening on your hip. Azriel wrapped his other hand around your throat, forcing your eyes to look into his.

“Do it again.” He ground out, a low moan ripping through him as you ran your fingers down the ridges again. “You have no idea what you do to me.” He said before sliding his lips over yours.

The kiss was passionate, needy, searing. It was everything you wanted and more. You wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, the other running down his wings again and again. You gasped when he ground down into you, his tongue sliding into your mouth.

You. Were. Fucked.

The hand on your hip slid under your waistband, finding you over your underwear. He chuckled darkly against your mouth when he felt the wetness seeping through. “All for me?” He asked, kissing you harder. Azriel slipped his fingers under the delicate lace, running them up and down, teasing you.

“Az,” you moaned out, pushing your hips into his touch. He pulled away and smiled down at you, enjoying the lust all over your face.

“What do you say, my needy girl?” His voice was hot, dangerous. You were going to explode if he didn’t touch you.

“Please, Az,” You breathed, his fingers toying with you. “Please touch me.”

At those words his fingers plunged into you, your back arching off the couch as you threw your head back. Fuck. The hand on your throat angled your head back to look at him, a smirk on his face. “Now now, I want to look at those pretty eyes when I make you cum.”

Oh gods. Oh gods. You were done for. You were done for. Azriel moved the palm of his hand so it was rubbing against you, heightened the pleasure you were feeling. You couldn’t help as moan after moan spilled from your lips, the coil tightening in your stomach. You were so close, so close.

Azriel flicked his fingers inside of you once more and you came with a scream, shaking under him. “That’s it, that’s my good girl.” He murmured, kissing your neck, your ears, your face as his fingers helped you through your high. He stopped once you let out a cry of overstimulation, pulling his fingers out of you before popping them in his mouth.

Fucking. Hell.

“Az, if you don’t fuck me right this second i’m going to lose my mind.” You said, your words dripping with desire. His eyes darkened as he leaned over you, the hand on your throat tightening.

“I don’t believe you give out the commands here,” was all he said before attacking your lips with his again. Your hands were all over him, on his chest, on his wings, desperately undoing his pants. You slid him out once you got the ties undone, groaning at the thick length in your hand.

“Az,” you moaned again, pressing your hips into his. “Please.”

“Please what?” He teased, dragging his tip through your folds. You grabbed his head and pulled him down to you, kissing him with as much desire as you could muster.

“Fuck me.” You whispered against his lips, a cry coming from you a second later as he began to push in. Gods, he was so big.

“That’s it, that’s it. You’re taking me so well. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He moaned as he sunk down into you, inch by inch. Once he bottomed out he took a moment for both of you to catch your breath.

You raised your hand, running a finger down his wings again. “Please move, Azriel.” You gasped out, feeling his body push into yours at your touch.

“As you wish.” He answered, pulling out before thrusting all the way back in. You couldn’t help the scream that tore from you. You dug your nails into his back, your other hand still playing with his wing. He began biting and sucking on your neck, relishing the moans you were giving him. “I won’t last much longer if you keep doing that.” He ground out as you ran your fingers down his wings again.

“Good. I want you to cum in me.” You breathed against his skin, a particularly strong bite settling on your neck as he took in your words. Az picked up speed, hand sliding between your legs to circle you. You began moaning his name like a prayer, unable to think anything else. He brought your eyes down to look at his again, fucking you through another orgasm. You scratched your nails on his wing and he came a second after you, spilling into you with a roar.

You both laid there for a few minutes, breathing heavily and processing what you just did. You began to worry that he was going to regret it, that it was a drunken mistake, that he was never going to want to see you again. Azriel pulled out of you slowly, watching as his cum dripped from you.

“I don’t know if I can go without seeing this everyday for the rest of my life.” He said, voice deadly serious. Your eyes widened at his words, your heart soaring. You rose to your knees, pressing your hands to his chest as you lightly kissed him.

“Then make me yours, Shadowsinger.” You said against his lips, a smile breaking out on his face. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back down on the couch, kissing all over your face.

“You’re already mine.”

***

This was just a short little thing to breakup the angsty ones i’ve been writing! I needed something a little easy haha. Please give me all your feedback! My requests are open as well if theres anything you guys want specifically <3

#acotar #acotar x reader #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel smut #acotar smut

[in-my-feels-probably]

Hii

Can I have daemon Targaryen x wife!reader. She’s pregnant and the dragon egg for the child hatched before the birth. The baby dragon stay with her the hole time, sitting on her belly. Otto thinks that it’s wrong and try make the king forbid the reader of walk around with a dragon. During a dinner the baby dragon attack the food on the table and daemon and wife just laughs .

White Knight

Request: Can I have daemon Targaryen x wife!reader. She’s pregnant and the dragon egg for the child hatched before the birth. The baby dragon stay with her the hole time, sitting on her belly. Otto thinks that it’s wrong and try make the king forbid the reader of walk around with a dragon. During a dinner the baby dragon attack the food on the table and daemon and wife just laughs.

Hi! Thank you for the request, this is a cute idea. I’ve never written for the pregnancy trope, so I hope this is ok. I’m still getting the hang of writing for Daemon, he’s a difficult character to write and stay true to the nature of. Writing fluff for him is a little difficult, but I hope you like it. Let me know what you think!

(Warnings: i don’t think there are any, let me know if i missed any)

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Daemon had returned with his pick from a clutch of eggs during your last month of pregnancy. Not that anyone else besides you could tell, but he was clearly nervous about the child coming, and went to great lengths to keep you and the child safe. The dragon in him was pure instinct, and he was fiercely protective over you.

He knew you would be alright when Caraxes started guarding you whenever you were around him, sneering at anyone who passed by. It was actually how you found out you were pregnant in the first place, Caraxes knowing before either of you did. Daemon had the instinct to protect you, it was only natural for his dragon to do the same. Especially when you were with child.

What neither of you saw coming, was the egg hatching within a week of being in your child’s cradle. You had placed a blanket in the cradle, preparing the room for the baby, when the egg began to crack. You worriedly called for Daemon, who rushed in, only to find a little tail, peeking out from the shell. 

It was unheard of, at least in the past few decades, and you both were a bit bewildered about what to do with it. After all, it was supposed to be raised with your child, and connect to them, not you.

You knew it would be alright, though, when the dragon crawled out of its shell, scaling the side of the crib to rest on the perch at the top. 

He was completely white, a rare color for a dragon, with hints of red on his underbelly and tips of his wings. His eyes shone a bright green. He was beautiful.

You watched its eyes narrow at you, like it was listening for something, when it finally jumped down to the rail in front of you that was level with your stomach. You had held your breath, nervously watching it, Daemon close at your side. Finally, it leaned in close, let out a small huff, and rested its head on your stomach. 

You nearly melted at the sight, cooing at it, feeling Daemon’s chin rest on your shoulder. He smiled, letting a hand come down to rest on your stomach, when the dragon angrily lifted its head, sneering. 

Daemon laughed, raising his hands in surrender. “That’s right! Already a little guardian, aren’t you?”

“Timpa Azantys,” you replied, running a finger along the cheek of the dragon. 

White Knight.

“Azantys. That’s a good name,” Daemon said, grinning as the dragon traveled up to rest on your shoulder. 

You nodded. “Azantys. I like that.”

Azantys, perched on your shoulder, and locked eyes with Daemon, staring him down. Daemon, never one to relent, narrowed his eyes, his face hard as he stared back.

“Gods,” you rolled your eyes. “He’s minutes old and you’re already sizing each other up.”

Daemon didn’t answer, eyes still locked with the dragon. “Obey.”

After a few seconds, the dragon finally bowed its head, submitting. Daemon gave it a nod, before turning back to you. 

“You only have as much power as you take. A dragon is only dangerous if you let it be. If he’s going to be the protector of my wife and heir, he ought to know that young.”

You raised a brow. “I thought a dragon has no master? Are you telling me a mere man can get a beast like no other to submit to him?”

“I’m not a mere man. Targaryens have dragons blood running through their veins. With our child, as do you. He can sense that, and recognizes his place. That is why he must learn now, just as Caraxes did.”

You nodded, bewildered by the fact that your husband just told a dragon of all creatures to obey, and it actually listened. 

—

In the following days, you were quite a sight to be seen walking throughout the castle. Daemon wasn’t found at your side near as much as he was before, because now, you had a dragon, always on guard atop your shoulder. He may still be a baby, but he was growing every day, and people were wary around you, even the guards. 

You sat in on sessions at court, like Daemon asked you to. He advised you to pay attention, as your son would be the Lord of his own people one day, and he’d need his mother to guide him. You knew it was just an excuse, but you still obliged Daemon for his own peace of mind. The truth was, he didn’t like you being alone when he had his duties, and preferred you to be around people he trusted. 

Rhaenyra started joining you as well. She was to rule one day, and took the opportunity to learn how to command. She also enjoyed spending time with you, as well as Azantys, who had taken a liking to her. 

You walked into the throne room a half hour before it was supposed to start. As pregnant as you were, it took you a while to get places, and you liked to get comfortable before you had to pay attention. The only people in the throne room was the King, Otto Hightower, and a handful of guards and servants. 

King Viserys smiled fondly at you, nodding as you entered.

“Your Grace,” you curtsied, at least as well as your condition allowed, before taking a seat off to the side. Azantys curled up on your stomach, head facing where the crowds would be so he could keep watch.

Otto gave you a look of disdain, his face set into a scowl. You were amused as you watched him fight himself to say something, before he turned to the King. 

“Your Grace, I don’t think it’s appropriate for the Lady to be here.”

Viserys turned, narrowing his eyes at the Hand. “Whatever for? She’s come every week for months, and is entirely respectful. She’s a positive influence on Rhaenyra as well. You know she is here at my brother’s request, what reason would I have to turn her away?”

You smirked as Otto faked a smile, letting his hands join behind his back. “I meant no offense to the Lady, Your Grace. I have no qualms with her…it’s her dragon. We have the pits for a reason. It is a distraction to the court, and a danger at that.”

“It is only a danger if the Lady is vexed. The court knows well enough to leave her be.”

“But the dragon–”

“She is a Targaryen, now,” the King spoke sternly. “Targaryens have dragons. Neither have done or will do any harm, unless it comes to it, and you’ll be glad to have them against swords if the day does ever come. I will hear no more of this.”

“Your Grace,” Otto nodded, returning to his place beside the throne. He looked in your direction, and you smirked again, running a hand down Azantys’s back. 

—

The following evening was a feast, the first of many for the week, meant to celebrate welcoming your very soon to come child into the world. Lords and Ladies came from neighboring cities across the Kingdom to congratulate you and Daemon on the start of your family. 

You were sat next to Daemon, a few seats away from the King. Daemon kept one hand in yours, the other rested on the table as he held a conversation with a nearby Lord. Azantys, already almost too big to lay comfortably on your stomach or in your lap, was perched on the top of your chair. 

The servants brought food to the tables, setting places in front of you. You listened to the chattering of all the people, not paying attention to any one conversation in particular. You were zoned out, thinking of other things, when one of the trays was accidentally slid towards you, haphazardly jostling food your way.

Azantys let out a growl, swooping down from his perch to attack the tray in front of you, violently clawing at it to push it away. He opened his jaws, breathing a small flame onto the tray, charring it. 

The guests gasped at the heat and sudden movements, slightly leaning back in their chairs. 

It was quiet for a moment, before Daemon broke the silence with a chuckle. You swiftly followed, holding your stomach as you laughed, wiping under your eyes to clear the tears that had fallen from laughing so hard. 

“Good boy, Azantys,” Daemon smirked, gripping your hand in his. “You protected her from a stain.”

The other Lords and Ladies cautiously laughed, nervous to be in such close proximity with a dragon, albeit a small one, who had just tried to kill a tray for almost spilling on you. They uneasily went back to their conversations, and Daemon let out a low whistle, signaling for Azantys to go back to his perch. 

Azantys obeyed, returning to his guarding spot above you, resuming his watch.

“If he’s like this now, imagine what he’ll be like when the child is actually here. He’s a ferocious little thing,” you joked. 

Daemon squeezed your hand in return, nodding. “I’m counting on it, Darling.”

—

A/N - Hi! I hope you enjoyed this. To anyone who has sent me a request, I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get to it, I will eventually, thank you for sending them in. 

#house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon #hotd #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon targeryen x reader #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones #daemon targeryan #daemon targeryen imagine

[callmerainman]

Accidentally In Love | sinner!Adam x fem!sinner!Reader

PART 1 | PART 2

plot. You and Adam became friends with benefits. The lines of your situationship are blurred. Even more so when you and the First Man get closer and closer. What will it take you to understand that you and Adam are falling in love?

word count. 3.8k

tags. enemies to lovers, sinner!Adam, friends with benefits, sexual content, p in v sex, Adam Has a Heart, falling in love, Reader has wings, Reader is Lucifer's Royal Guard.

TW! this chapter contains an explicit sexual scene, MINORS DNI

taglist. @kaces-mind @call-me-nyxx @serendipitous-fernweh @plutodestr0yedme @luvvnightingalee

a/n. here it is, final chapter! Thank you for reading this silly little fic, I'll for sure write more about Adam soon! Hope you enjoyed it <3

"and now I go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like I love you"

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It’s karaoke night for you and Adam. Yeah, karaoke night. At first it started off as a joke. One time, after an usual afternoon of strenuous intercourse, you and Adam found yourselves singing “Out on the Tiles” by Led Zeppelin. You had decided to put on some music in shuffle to try to muffle up your obscene sounds that both of you understood you couldn’t contain. Next thing you knew you and Adam were performing an improvised gig on the already ruined bed of your room.

“I’m so glad I’m living and gonna tell the world I am” you sang out of your lungs, holding an imaginary mic.

You pointed towards Adam, prompting him to finish the lyrics. Smiling, Adam clenched his hand in a fist to pretend to be on the mic too. He leaned backwards, throwing his head back.

“I got me a fine woman and she says that I’m her man” he sang back, enthusiastically.

This singing shenanigans would happen so often that you decided to set your own karaoke night on Fridays. You and Adam stole a karaoke machine from a bar and installed it in his room. And now he’s holding you by the shoulders, vigorously shaking you in a playful manner as you can’t stop laughing.

“Feels like you’re dying, you’re dying” he sings with all the air he could gather.

You bend in half, this time a real mic in your hand “Youuuuuuu, your sex is on fire”.

Adam mimics a guitar riff with an high pitched voice as you sing along to Kings of Leon.

“Consuuuuuumed, with what’s to transpire!” Adam goes, crouching onwards himself.

Something definitely changed between you and Adam. You still don’t know what it is but it’s pacifying you.

—

The other patrons at the Hotel noticed, even though a bit later. Your relationship was so obviously sexual that none of them really stopped to think if there was more. Until signs started to show.

One time, all of you were watching a movie downstairs. You had forced Adam to participate even if he didn’t want to and was suggesting to have another karaoke night instead. But in the end, you both plopped down on the couch next to each other with everyone and got comfortable in front of a romantic comedy Charlie put on. At first, you and Adam tried to keep your facade of annoyance. You and him were so dense, you didn’t think the others knew that you two were fucking, so you had to pretend to still hate each other. But, as the movie progressed, you and Adam lost your purpose of showing a fake resentment. You glanced down and noticed the tip of your fingers resting really close to Adam’s. His fingers, weirdly enough, were moving in a jerking motion, stroking the fabric of the couch back and forth, as if he was nervous. You moved your fingers closer. With unusual uncertainty from his part, Adam slid his fingers even closer to yours, making them touch. And you and Adam held hands. You decided not to mention it, staring at the TV with your face on fire and his cheeks colored in a red hue. Your hands stayed intertwined the whole movie, and when it ended you separated quickly, again naively thinking that nobody noticed. But, during the movie, Angel had definitely noticed. The spider demon let out one of the loudest gasps in his life as he covered his mouth with four hands. When you and Adam went upstairs later, everyone was still hanging out in the common room. And Angel raised his shoulders and arms.

“Are y’all blind or did you see what I saw?” he asked, almost irritated.

“What?” Cherri asked while mindlessly scrolling on her phone.

“Like, (Y/N) and Adam holding hands?!” he exclaimed, his arms dramatically falling flat on his sides.

“They’ve been fucking like two horny rabbits for months and this is where you draw the line?” Husk questions, raising a red eyebrow.

“Fucking is one thing, holding hands while watching a romantic movie is another!” Angel protest.

Cherri chuckles “It’s obvious by the amount of sex they have that there’s more”.

“Obvious?” Angel questions “Uhhh, hello?? Hate sex is a thing!”.

And that wasn’t the one and only time. Seems so obvious to everyone now, except to you two. It’s in the way you and Adam snuggle during movies, or when you’re cooking and he hugs you from behind, resting his chin in the space between your horns. It’s in the fact that you don’t call each other names anymore unless you’re having sex. Or when you fly around the city together pulling pranks on people, and sing your hearts out during karaoke. Now it’s not only in the way you two wildly wrestle under the sheets. It’s in the goofy way you try to sweep it under the carpet.

“Uh, we’re going upstairs uh to…FIGHT! Definitely not to have sex! Because we hate SEX!” Adam stopped “No wait, I love sex, I mean-“

“We’d HATE to have sex with each other!” you say, trying to back him up.

“Exactly, not with such a stupid cunt!”

“Hey, too much” you whisper, elbowing his side.

“Oh shit I’m so sorry babe”

And everybody looked at you the most unconvinced, inexpressive poker face. But Charlie, underneath, felt that it was heartwarming. Even if Adam whispered in your ear a “can’t wait to fuck your brains out” when displaying apparent affection, she knew that something was going on and it was nothing but beautiful. This is the purpose of the Hazbin Hotel, after all.

—

Honestly you have no idea what you and Adam are right now. First, you were just a Royal Guard who had to surveil the First Man on Earth, the Exterminator. Then you became his friend with benefits. Now sex is still here, but maybe you’re more friends than anything? Or more. Nothing was defined. You never set boundaries. You had your fair chances of getting intimate with other people, but it felt so wrong so you never went for sex. Adam felt the same. When Cherri brought everyone to the club to have a night out, he had his opportunities to have sex with other girls. But he just didn’t feel like it was right. Especially not if you were in the club with him.

“You can do what you like, you know?” you suggested him in his ear one of those times, in a space between the bar counter and the dance floor. But Adam just shook his head.

“Nah, don’t really feel like it. I mean, yeah that bitch with the black top was all over me but she’s not my type”

He tried to play it cool, not looking at you in the eyes. But in reality, Adam was just checking around to see if your friends were looking. And when he made sure that they were out of sight, he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you deeply. It was unexpected coming from him, sure, but you let yourself melt in his kisses as music bumped in your ears. Something was happening.

—

“Here you are” you say.

Your hair is flowing, moved by the slow but firm flapping of your wings. You’re suspended meters and meters high, just in front of the Hazbin Hotel sign. Adam is sitting on the “Z”, holding his golden guitar in his hands. He looks kinda annoyed.

“I was just practicing guitar” he says.

“And I’m still a Royal Guard on duty”

“If your duty is going at it with the one guy you were supposed to surveil, then you’re already doing a great job”

You roll your eyes and scoff “Funny, very funny Adam”.

“Alright, you can hear me play something” he gives in.

“As long as it’s not Wonderwall”

“The fuck no, I fuckin’ hate the Oasis!”

So, with another flap of your wings, you gracefully land next to him. You expect Adam to go wild with one of his exaggerated, over-the-top and ego-boosting guitar solos. But instead, Adam quietly starts a finger picking, quite tune. It’s not a specific rock song, just a chill, peaceful chord progression. Adam starts humming a tune, eyes closed. You press your elbows against your knees and rest your cheek in the open palm of your hand, looking at the view. Pentagram City is a mess, for sure. But with Adam’s unusually calm vocalizing, and his presence, it feels like home. You peek a look at Adam. He’s still keeping his eyes closed, it’s the first time you see him so calm, and not his loud, immature self. He’s beautiful. You realize that your face is hot. And you can’t see it but your pupils are dangerously dilated. You press your lips together, and you feel your heart pounding in your chest. Oh you know what’s happening. Maybe you should make it stop. You try to take a deep breath. You’re so in love with Adam.

Adam is lost in his own thoughts and music. He was so comfortable in your presence as he strummed that he almost forgot you were there. He opens his eyes, he just wants to take a quick look at you before closing them again. He realizes that he’s done for the moment he sees how you’re looking at him. With shining eyes, dilated pupils, a fond smile on your face. He doesn’t really realize what it means for you, neither do you. But now his heart is beating at unprecedented speed. Shit, shit, shit. It’s not the first time it happens with you. One time, he felt this way when he woke up before you and saw you sleeping naked next to him, cuddled in his arms. The other was when you held hands for the first time during movie time with the other guests. But this time he’s feeling it on a whole other level. You’re so beautiful. And you’re standing by him listening to his tunes despite the man he is. The one who did so much harm but it’s trying to get better. Adam doesn’t know if he actually has gained any redeeming qualities, but one thing he’s sure about is that at least with you he is a better man. He thinks back on when you two used to argue non stop, resenting each other’s presence. It looks like a far, distant reality that never happened, if anything it’s at least a joke. Adam is so in love with you.

—

Sex still represents the majority of your relationship with Adam. Unlike your feelings, it never changed. Always so loud, fun, satisfying for sure, and unhinged. You and Adam could unleash your personalities at best under the sheets, and that was the best part of it. But this time, something is out of place. Not in a bad way, at all.

Adam is on top of you, placed between your spread legs. His wings are wide open, covering your naked bodies and encapsulating them in a small space reserved to only you two. His thrust are firm, but also slow and sensual, which wasn’t really his style. He’s holding your face with both hands, as he’s mesmerized by your deep moans of pleasure. You cling onto him with nails and legs, holding him as if he was about so slip away. You open your eyes, and catch him staring. He would usually say something sarcastic, like asking the fuck are you looking at. But instead, he looks lost in a profound state of blissful hypnosis, his pupils dilated and mouth slightly parted. Then, Adam plunges forward, still sliding in and out of you with slick sounds. Your breathing becomes even more irregular, hips jerking under his body as waves of pleasure hit you. You tug at Adam’s hair in the spot between his horns. With one hand, Adam firmly holds your hip, while the other has its fingers entangled in your hair, lightly pulling them.

“A-Adam…please I’m so close” you stutter. You would never beg usually, but this time it’s hard not to do so.

What surprises you is the way Adam responds. He would have usually bragged about you begging for him to make you reach your climax, reminding you how much of a whore you are for him. And you would have protested by flipping the roles and making him a mess under your body. But Adam just sinks his face in your neck, whispering.

“I know baby, I know. I got you” he says, interrupted by a moan “Fuck you’re doing so good I swear”.

His movements in you become more erratic, sloppier, and his breath hotter against your ear. The fingers plunged in your hair start stroking your scalp, you try to suffocate your moans of pleasure in his shoulder. You come first around his shaft, whispering quietly his name until you come down from your high. Adam climaxes second, emitting a low, strangled moan in your neck as his wings twitch. You take some time to realize how good it was, your chests rising and lowering with every breath, holding each other. It’s when your mind clears that you realize how atypical of a sexual encounter that was for you and Adam. It was…sweet? Really intimate and not in the physical meaning of the word? Adam never praised you in bed, and you never spoke to him so gently asking to make you finish. And the way he looked at you was absurd, to say at best. With a cherry colored hue on his cheeks, and a light in his eyes you rarely saw in him.

“Ah shit that was great” Adam chuckles, collapsing next to you.

The pride in his face says it all, maybe you were wrong before. You mentally shrug.

“Yeah” you roll on your side, facing him “but I’m so hungry right now”.

Adam sighs, looking up at the ceiling “When I was in Heaven, there was this place that delivered the best fucking ice cream your taste buds could ever graze. A mountain of it. Great for after sex I swear. I miss it”.

Adam takes the opportunity to talk about Heaven more. He’s clearly being nostalgic. He misses it. And while you like hearing him waffling about all the crazy concert he performed, the best restaurants, theme parks and clubs in Heaven, you can’t help but frown. A small smile still lingers on your face, but you ask yourself if Adam really belongs in here. A part of you says of course yes, the other is unsure.

“You know” you say, scooting closer to him “I’ve never really asked myself about how life in Heaven would be. But it really sounds like a beautiful place”.

Adam nods, twisting on his side to face you “Oh fuck yeah it was, I wish I could…”

He interrupts himself as he meets your face, pressed against the pillow. A small, comprehensive smile is gently placed on it, and your eyes are stuck in his own with a visible shine.

Oh no don’t look at me like that.

Adam’s grin disappears, he looks away and tries to play it cool as always, glancing around the room. He clears his throat.

“Yeah I mean, Heaven was great but under a certain perspective…” he trails off.

You wait for him to finish, and he can’t escape your eyes. He finally reciprocates again, getting lost into them.

“Hell is not half-bad, for some reasons” he says.

Adam doesn’t realize it, but now he’s smiling too. His eyebrows are arched upwards in adoration as he ponders on every inch of you. Your now relaxed expression, your glimmering eyes, your naked body covered in white sheets, your head slightly plunged in the pillow. Suddenly, Adam’s smile fades. His eyes go wide, and his heart skips a beat. A wave of realization hits him.

“Holy shit (Y/N) I’m so in love with you”.

Both of you jump in surprise, moving away from each other as the mattress bounces under your bodies. You clench the sheets, and you feel your heart pounding. Where did that come from?!

“What?!” you exclaim.

“WHAT?!” Adam yelps back, incredulous of his own words.

He didn’t mean to say it out loud, he didn’t even mean to say it in his mind actually. You can feel his own panic on your skin, as every inch of your body figuratively catches fire. You don’t know what to say. Adam sits up, covering his face with a hand in embarrassment.

“Fuck! I’m so sorry I ruined everything!” he exclaims, voice panicky.

“Ruined what?”

Oh no. It takes you a second to realize what you said. Adam’s hand files down from his face and looks at you. And you see something you thought you would never witness on Adam’s face. Pain. Adam is hurt. His mouth is slightly open, his breath suspended, his eyebrows knitted. You used to call him many names when you two argued. An asshole, a dirtbag, a dickhead, an irresponsible, immature jerk. But Adam never batted an eye. It’s the first time you see an unmistakable, terrible flash of pain in his face. You feel horrible. You sit up, your mouth open and about to say something. It’s hard to gather the right words after saying something so wrong. You extend a hand towards him, but Adam leans back, away from your touch.

“Adam fuck that’s not what I…” you say, voice shaky.

Adam shuffles away from you again, his face full of regret, embarrassment and clearly pain. He shakes his head, proceeding to get out of bed. He starts looking frantically for his clothes, putting them on as quick as he can. No words come out your mouth, your mind too confused and full of things to process. In just a matter of seconds, Adam is already dressed.

“I-I’m sorry, I gotta go” he stutters, looking at you for a split second.

“Adam, wait! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sa-!”

You don’t have time to finish what you have to say. Adam had already opened the window of your room, and in the blink of an eye he flew away. Shit, shit, shit! Why did you even say that? That came out so wrong. But you couldn’t help it, you were so taken aback by his sudden confession. You mentally punch yourself in the face. Physically, you limit yourself to drag a hand down your face and groan loudly in your palm. You try to give yourself some time to think, you don’t want to hurt Adam even more. You spend some minutes with your face smothered in your pillow, suffocating sounds of pure frustration. After you gathered your thoughts together, you finally get up from the bed. You put your clothes back on, and head towards the still open window. With a strong flap of your wings, you sprint upwards. As you thought, Adam is sitting on the Hotel sign. He looks pissed. His lips are tightly pressed together and his eyebrows are knitted at the corners. He notices you but doesn’t look up.

“Adam, c’mon…” you say, as kindly as you can.

You keep floating in front of him, the wind generated by your wings making Adam’s hair slightly flow. He doesn’t look at you, he’s just staring at his own knees. For a solid minute you two don’t say anything. Silence has never been a thing between you and Adam, but you respect his wish. Suddenly, Adam breaks it.

“It’s not like you have to pity me” he mumbles.

“I’m not pitying you”

“Um yeah? I just ran off like a pissy school girl and here you are looking at me like a lost child”

“Adam-“

“You know how much time has passed since I last said those words?”

You don’t say anything. Adam finally looks up at you, his eyes a mess of emotions.

“Centuries” he says, spiteful of himself.

Your eyebrows arch upwards in surprise, your forehead corrugated. Your stomach burns, as you can finally feel every emotion Adam tried to hide under sarcasm for so long.

“Centuries?” you ask.

“Yeah, and I know I’ve been literally fucking around for a lot of time so it’s actually my fault, but I can’t say that I don’t mean it once I say it”

“Adam, my question was genuine”.

His mind stops in his tracks. You look weirdly calm. A bit unsure, of course, this is your first very serious conversation. But you’re still collected and he envies you.

“I really wanted to ask you what did you think you ruined. Because I’ll admit it, and I don’t wanna hurt you even more, but I don’t know what goes on in your head. We have all this sex, but also some care, but we also bicker. It’s confusing. I don’t even know if monogamy is your thing. But you showed me care. Sometimes, you still are a bit of a jerk let’s be honest. But I felt care too”.

Your stomach is twirling around, but you can’t stop your flow of consciousness. You wanna know what Adam means, what the First Man wants from a sinner he swore to hate not so long ago. Adam strokes his hair with a hand. His blush intensifies.

“I myself don’t really know what we are. If you know please fuckin’ tell me. What I know is that I feel something, love if that’s what we wanna call it. I mean, look at you! You sing along to rock songs with me, you know how to fight and look so badass while doing it, and you’re hot as fuck too! But if you don’t feel the sa-“

In a sudden movement, you zip towards Adam and grab him by his robe to push him on your lips. He lets out a muffled sound of surprise, but quickly closes his eyes to reciprocate the kiss. It’s calm, sweet, your lips and tongue are moving in tandem in such a tender yet passionate manner. It’s full of care, whatever it is. When you pull away, you look at each other in slight embarrassment. But you push it back immediately.

“I would have never thought I’d say it to you, but I do love you, Adam. Even if you’re still not perfect at all, you’re still a dickhead let’s admit it, I feel something for you. And I don’t expect you to suddenly become a better person just for the sake of being with me, but right now I’m sure I love you like this”.

You had blurted it all out in a single breath, still close to Adam’s face after your kiss. And finally, he smiles. Not with his usual teasing, shit eating grin. He smiles genuinely.

“I still don’t know if I’ll be a redeemable man, or if I want to become one. But at least with you I feel a bit of a better man”.

You smile back at Adam. He looks like a whole other person compared to how he was when you met. He still is his old self. But you came to love him. You and Adam lean forward, capturing yourselves in another deep, thoughtful kiss. Your wings meet, grazing each other as they close around you two. After a while of getting lost in your affection, you separate and playfully smirk.

“C’mon you whiny baby, why don’t we go downstairs to join everyone for movie night?” you suggest.

Adam groans and rolls his eyes “Us being a thing doesn’t mean that I have to participate in every fuckin’ activity of this Hotel”

“Uhh, yeah it does? I’m still in charge of forcing you to join. Now get your lazy ass off of there and let’s go”

“Okay, finee but can we have sex again after?”

“Of course we can”

“Hell yeah”

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[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

party foul

pairing: ethan landry x female!reader

WC: 4K

warnings: cursing, sexual implications and poorly written intimacy (im so touch starved) mentions of guys being gross. should be all

summary: a frat party leds to more

A/N: something just possessed me cause i wrote this in one day, so if it sucks that explains everything.

@alecmores my editor💗

been in the drafts since march 14

masterlist

The music was bumping, the floors and the walls of the frat house shaking from the booming bass of the speakers playing party music. Everyone was talking or dancing in the crowded space, a red solo cup of whatever drink in hand or a Jell-O shot container being thrown to the ground. Couples were making out in dark corners, hands shamelessly running up their partner's costume and groping them or kissing their necks enough for hickeys to show later tomorrow.

You leaned against a door frame, red solo couple of jungle juice in hand. It was gross but was getting you wasted so that's all you cared about. Your head just bopping to the voices of Ke$ha or Megan Thee Stallion, your free arm wrapped over your stomach to cover the exposed skin as you just watched people in their drunken haze.

Your roommates decided to, and you quote, “get you out of your comfort zone and wear something slutty. Maybe you’ll get laid tonight.” So here you were at a frat party you didn’t really want to be at, with your ‘friends’ who disappeared a minute after arriving, dressed in a skimpy fairy outfit that was just lingerie with wings and nice makeup and braids added to your hair. You felt hot in the comfort of your college apartment, but the second you stepped outside it was like you were thrown to the wolves as prey.

So since your roommates ditched you, probably laughing about you or that’s just your paranoia thinking, you decided to scout the house and see if you can find your actual group of friends. They did say they were coming later tonight and to find them if you were free and you’ve been free for the past two and a half hours. With a push off the door frame, you bumped and scooted past jumpy dancers and touchy couples, trying and praying you’ll find someone to save you from your misery.

You made a pass of the room to the right of the front door and with no one you knew, you went to the room across and the sight of two people made you sigh out of relief. You couldn’t see one of the boys clearly but you were able to make out Chad since he was shirtless and wearing a cowboy hat. You walked over to the two and stood in front of them just as they took what looked to be a Jell-O shot, well only Chad swallowed, and Ethan spits it out right away with a grimace on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh at the action.

“Well, hello, sexy,” Chad yelled over the music. You knew he was being friendly, but the compliment made you feel warm.

You replied with a push to his bicep, “I’m not the only one showing skin tonight… cowboy.” A quick flick to the brim of his straw hat. Chad swatted your hand away before doing that signature cowboy stance, one hand on his belt and the other tipping his hat. You rolled your eyes at the action before turning on Ethan who stood with his back to the wall and his eyes wide with his mouth hanging open.

You’ve liked Ethan for a few months, so his gaping expression kinda sparked a bit of confidence in your chest if he was looking at you like that. You took a step closer to him and with your right hand snapped his jaw shut, “don’t wanna catch flies, handsome.” You stared deep into his eyes before a glance at his lips as he licked them with his tongue. “What’s your costume anyway? Very put together with just cardboard and tape though.” You waved your hand around at his ensemble.

“Oh!,” he looked down then back up, “it’s from a movie called Murder Party. Plus, I don’t have money to spend on an actual costume.” He bit his bottom lip and eyes darted from you to around the room, nervous.

“No, no. It’s cool though. I just haven’t seen the movie before,” you reassured him, “I didn’t even plan to do anything tonight, but my roommate, Anna, told me yesterday that I should do it then took me shopping with her. And that’s how I ended up in lingerie and spandex shorts for the night. Oh! And these wings, where the straps are digging into my armpits.” You moved the left strap at the end of your statement. Ethan just smiled and pulled his helmet off and fluffed his flat curls.

“So… enjoying the party?” Ethan leaned in close to your ear. His breath ghosting your skin caused a shudder and eyes to flutter shut. “Ye-yeah. Oh, yeah, really… I enjoy being eyed like a piece of meat.” Sarcastic but a hint of annoyance shone through.

You pulled and scratched your fingers as you looked around the room your trio was in, a group of girls in different costumes held cups and grooved to whatever new song shuffled on the playlist. Unconsciously, you stepped closer to Ethan, seeking safety from your crush.

“So, Chad,” you leaned towards him, his head turning your way, “have you struck out for the night? Or still looking at your options?” You jerked your chin over his shoulder where Tara wandered just out of sight, her wobbling state getting worse.

Chad sighed through his nose and rolled his neck, “it’s not like that.” You purse your lips and nodded, “yeah, yeah. Totally not like that. It’s just… it’s just getting kinda obvious.” Chad raised his brows and looked to Ethan then back to you, your smile slipping from your face. “Oh, totally obvious. Just like how you are wishing for e-” you smacked a hand over his blabber mouth and nervously giggled.

‘The Way I Are’ started blasting through the speakers and you took that as your opportunity to slip away from Chad and have Ethan’s attention. You moved away from Chad with a warning in your eyes and moved back closer to Ethan, your chest pressing against his cardboard. “You wanna dance? I love this song!” Hands-on his shoulders and lips ghosting the shell of his ear.

You saw the nod he gave as his answer, so you pulled away from his body and slid a hand into his, your fingers interlocked as you pulled him away from the wall and Chad, and led him to the crowded dance floor. He left his helmet behind so you got to see his face clearly and watched as his head of curls bounced as he moved around, stiffly, but was moving to the beat at least. With more people joining the floor and worried that you’ll lose Ethan, that was all, you took his hands and set them on your waist. It felt like those three-and-a-half cups of whatever was really making you feel a sudden boost of confidence, you felt sexy in your costume and you were dancing with the boy you’ve been wanting to kiss for the past four months, and also you made the move to have him closer and touch you. It was like everyone else was shut out as you looked into Ethan’s eyes, it was just the both of you holding each other, your heart beating loud in your ears. His hands tightened on your flesh, the smooth fabric of your top forming wrinkles, as he pulled you closer to him. Your arms moving to his shoulders as you push up your tiptoes to close the slight height difference.

One of your hands slowly moved from his shoulder and very hesitantly trying to see if he was showing discomfort, you let your fingers glide along his jawline. His lips parted and you took that as a good sign, so with your last bit of liquid courage, you leaned in with your eyes slipping shut just waiting to feel Ethan’s meld with yours.

But the moment was ruined by pushing and shoving. You groaned in your throat and opened your eyes to see a guilty-looking Chad holding his varsity jacket and Ethan’s helmet. He pushed the cardboard into the boy’s shoulder and looked at you, “Tara’s drunk.”

You quirked a brow at him, “and? It’s a party. What’s the pro-” “Some guy is trying to take her upstairs.” Chad interrupted your sentence. You instantly took off looking for your friend, making the boys follow behind like bodyguards with their height. You saw Mindy and Anika at the bottom of the stairs and you walked beside them to see Tara with a random frat body dressed in a button-down and boxers. His hand was wrapped along her bicep and you could see the thoughts swirling behind his darkened eyes.

“Tara, why don’t we get you home, huh? You could use some sleep.” You went up a step with a hand out hoping she would take it and join you. But she just looked at you and then at the guy, it broke your heart that she would rather be with someone she didn’t know than her friends.

“You wanna come up for a drink too, hot stuff?” The guy spoke up with his eyes glued on your body, mostly your chest and you felt yourself shrink in, but stood your ground, “fuck off. How about you take your hand off my friend and leave us be, yeah?” You heard the waiver but the music covered your nerves.

He rolled his eyes at you, “don’t gotta be such a bitch. Just thought you would want to enjoy a good time with me and your friend.” And he took a sip from his cup.

Now you are fed up. You ripped his hand away from Tara and smacked him across the face. You heard faint gasps but ignored them as you walked behind Tara and back to your friends, but you got pulled back with a harsh force causing you to slip and fall on the steps.

The next few things happened too fast. Chad yanked the guy by his shirt off the stairs and pushed the douchebag in the chest and the two started shoving, Ethan walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist, and pulled you close to him as Mindy and Anika shouted at Chad. And then to top it off, Sam showed up out of nowhere and tased the guy in the balls.

-

Your little group left the frat after the disaster. Mindy and Anika were near the back with their hands linked, Anika now wearing Ethan’s helmet as he wore her orange bucket hat, cute. You, Chad, and Ethan walked in front of them and Sam was chasing after Tara who wasn’t the happiest with her sister.

“So, you're stalking me now, is that it?” She spun on her heal and faced Sam. Her arms lay limply at her sides as she wore an annoyed expression. Sam stopped just a foot away and was trying to get Tara to understand.

You turned away from the scene knowing you weren’t involved with the sisterly bickering. You turned to Ethan who was already looking at you, he seemed to have a worried air about him. You looked to the happy couple in the back and saw Chad chatting with them, their eyes flicking your way before they saw you looking already. You breathed a laugh with a roll of your eyes, of course, Chad was gossiping about earlier.

“Hey,” Ethan’s gentle voice said, “are- are you okay? You didn't get hurt on the stairs? No- no bruising or anything?” He stood close.

You pushed a braid behind your ear, “uh, just- I just think my ass is sore. But no- no the idiot didn’t hurt me, just made me uncomfortable. But hey! I’m just glad to be out of there, and with friends, would have sucked walking home alone.” You rubbed your arms along your biceps to try and build some warmth into your body to keep the cool night air at bay.

“I can- I can help if you want… keep you warm.” The stuttering of his words caused stuttering in your heart. “Please, that would be a help.” He opened his arms and you stepped into them, arms and hands over your shoulder and touching your back as you wrapped your own over the chest plate and squeezed him tight, with your face hidden away.

The moment was once again ruined too soon as you started to hear yelling. You pulled away and saw Chad and Anika holding Sam back from a group of passing girls who were recording and shouting, “Murderer! We know what you did!”

You loosened your hold on Ethan and looked their way, “Fuck you!” You started to head their way but Ethan kept you close to his chest. His hands on your arms.

Something strong was in that jungle juice. You needed a walk or something to sober up. You feared the possible headache to come tomorrow morning.

The both of you walked to Sam who looked down at her soaked white sweater, along with a few sticky black strands near her face, “assholes,” she muttered as she wrung out her shirt. Tara rolled her eyes and started to walk away, Chad following then Mindy and Anika just behind. Ethan patted his pockets down before digging out tissues.

“I have some tissues… I only have like three tissues,” he handed the squares over to Sam who just looked at the boy and then at you. You bid Sam a good night and pulled the boy along with you in the direction of the college apartments.

“Ah, shit!”  You exclaimed as you patted yourself down, not finding what you were searching for.

“What?”

“I don’t have the key to my place and I think my phone is dead at this point. They're probably still at the party…” you trailed off into thought, trying to determine your next move.

“You could… you could stay with me. Only if you want… I would just feel better if- if I knew you were okay and safe.” He pulled at his ear. You watched the boy and how could you say no when this was the first time things were going your way?

“I would love to stay with you, only if you’re okay with it.” You stepped closer. His eyes flicked over your face and a smile peeked through, “I’m- I’m perfectly okay with it.” You nodded with a smile and the both of you headed off into the cool night air, small conversation to past the time.

-

When Ethan opened the door to his and Chad’s dorm you expected the stereotypical college boy rooms from movies. Clothes scattered on the floor, and trash overflowing, maybe even a bong in a hidden corner from the RAs. There were two nicely made beds with each side having its organized desk with textbooks and notebooks, a backpack at the foot of one bed, and one hanging off the back of the uncomfortable chairs. You couldn’t exactly tell which side was which but you went on instinct and chose the one with the backpack on the floor.

You bent down to untie your sneakers and slip them under the twin bed then followed with your cheap wings causing a sigh of relief. Now the rest of your outfit was a problem, you couldn't remove your makeup and properly clean your face and you lost your hair tie somewhere in the last few hours. Technically you could sleep in your outfit, but this isn’t the time for sexiness.

“Ethan, could I borrow a shirt or hoodie?” Your elbows leaned into the hard mattress behind you as you twisted to face a motionless Ethan that just stared at you. “Ethan? You okay?”

He blinked rapidly, “yeah, yeah! Sorry just… just- I’ve never had a girl in my room, not to mention a pretty girl.” He looked shocked that he just said those words aloud, “uh sorry, what did you say… earlier?”

You bit your lip to stop the smile and pulled your earlob, “A shirt or hoodie… I don’t really wanna sleep in-” you pointed a finger at your sheer top. “Right! Yeah, just- just one second.” He turned his back to you.

You let the flush in your cheeks grow and couldn’t withhold the gigantic smile, completely infatuated with the nervous boy before you. You gazed as he rummaged through his clothes and muttered words to himself that you couldn’t hear but just watched as his lips moved. When he stood back to his full height something in you stirred and you wanted to follow that feeling.

Ethan placed the folded shirt beside you on the bed and stood in front of you, his head tilted down and yours pointed up. Your eyes just watched each other, taking in every detail about each other tonight, watching Ethan’s body language to see if there was an opening for you. Ethan took a step forward, just a step away from letting his body fold into yours.

You saw how he slowly brought his right hand up, it seemed he was debating if he wanted to make this move or not, but when he cupped your cheek your lips parted. His thumb swiped the skin just under your eye before letting his hand slip down, his pinky hitting the junction of your jaw and earlobe. His eyes dipped to your lips and then he brushed the pad of his thumb just over your bottom lip, barely giving the skin a tug before resting the digit on your chin.

“Ethan?” You whispered his name so quietly it was like you didn’t say it, but you saw his eyes move. “Please,” a whimper as you closed your eyes and gripped his biceps. You couldn’t wait much longer and he didn’t make a move. So you’ll take the jump for the both of you, but you didn’t have to. He took the final leap.

It was soft, gentle. Just a pressing of lips, nothing more at first, and you were fine with it, it was still perfect to you. His hand on your cheek and your hold on his muscles kept you from floating to cloud nine. Ethan pulled away and you chased his lips, needing to deepen it, pour all your love and wanting into his skin. You pulled him back to you, tilting your head to get a better angle and more movement from your lips. He held your waist, hands under the thin fabric, and his burning touch warmed your cooled skin as he rubbed his thumb on your flesh.

Then his hands slipped down and under your thighs, and you jumped automatically and he sat you atop the light blue bedding. You widened your legs and grabbed his shirt with one hand to pull him closer in your gravity. With the new height you started to kiss around his mouth then jaw and down his neck, beginning to leave sensual kisses that were followed by sucking and maybe a faint bite pulling a groan from Ethan. You soothed over any markings with your tongue and a peck. You did it a few more times before he pulled your face back to his and he dived back in.

When Ethan started to kiss along your jaw and near your ear, you moaned at the sensation, hands tangling in his curls and nails scraping his scalp and he hummed at the feeling, it tickled your skin.

“E- Ethan, do- do you wanna- wanna go all the way or- or wait?” Ethan implied this was his first time doing anything, you wanted to do it on his terms and how he was feeling about this. “I’m completely fine w- with just making out an- and sleeping.” You weren’t even sure why you brought up sex. Maybe the leftover drunken-haze was making you a bit horny.

One more kiss to your jawline and his face reappeared. He was flushed and his lips were glossy, it was a delicious sight to behold. You giggled as you swiped a smear of saliva away from his mouth. You just waited to hear his thoughts, legs mindlessly swinging over the high bed. Fingers twisted in the hem of his shirt from earlier in the night, knuckles ghosting over his exposed skin.

“I… I- ah. I- I wanna do it. Sex- I wanna have sex with you.” He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, his wording almost like a middle schooler. You smiled around your tongue as it poked out. “Ethan,” you pulled his chin between your thumb and index finger, “if you are not one hundred percent sure about having sex tonight, we don’t need to. I’ve waited for you for months, I could wait a little longer for some intimate action.” You wiggled your brows to let Ethan loosen up. His brightened smile that showed his dimple made you fall faster. “Besides, I don’t think I would last very long before passing out.”

You gave a simple smooch to his nose then grabbed his shirt, “turn around. Only when we have sex can you see all this whenever.” “Really?” He didn’t bother hiding the tiny bit of disappointment in his word, but you just snorted at his puppy dog eyes, “no. I was just giving you the chance to be a proper gentleman before a lady, but whatever. You’ll see everything eventually.” You pulled the top off and Ethan’s eyes widened before he covered with his hands and turned around.

-

You tried shuffling around in bed to get back to a comfortable spot, but arms held tight along your torso kept you pulled into a solid chest. You started to panic until you looked over your shoulder and saw a head of brunette curls with the suspect's face buried into your neck. A lazy smile came across your features as you closed your eyes again and rested a palm over Ethan’s forearms, fingers moving back and forth slowly. The feeling of his chest moving as he breathed could have lulled you back to sleep if you didn’t feel the puff of air hitting your neck and hear the bedding move as he shifted around.

You managed to turn in his hold so you were facing him with your back leaning against the wall. Very gentlemanly of him sleeping near the edge, a simple green flag in your eyes. You pushed a few rouge curls away from his forehead, fingers leaving a small trail of phantom kisses in their morning wake before dropping to his chest. You watched as his lashes fluttered atop his cheekbones, how he had a few sparse freckles dotting his face here and there, noting that his lips are slightly parted when in deep sleep.

He looked so beautiful.

He moved his face to the crook of your neck, his nose giving a small rub. You sunk a hand into his hair and began messaging, he instantly groaned at the action. “Good morning,” a kiss to his temple. A kiss to your jaw, “good morning,” and his morning voice was oh so deep and gravelly.

“I should… I should probably head back to my place. Need a shower.” You patted his arms. He just groaned and moved his legs into yours.

“Could shower here.” “I need a shower shower, with all my stuff. Not a water shower most boys do… you do shower shower, right? Please say yes because you do and not just for me.”

Ethan laughed at your question, “yes, yes. I shower shower, I have good hygiene.”

“Okay. With that out of the way, I really should head back.” You tried sitting up but Ethan’s arms were holding you down and you just laughed at his antics. “Ethan come on. Don’t you want me to smell good? After last night I probably reck of sweat and alcohol.”

“No, you smell nice. Really nice.” And he did a big theatrical inhale as you laughed at the sound. “Okay weirdo, you’ve got me for another hour.” And you got yourself situated again.

After fifteen minutes of quiet, your eyes started to droop and you let yourself be pulled back to sleep, but before you could be submerged, the door banged open, and Chad waltzed in before stumbling to a stop. You jerked your head up, Ethan almost fell over the edge at the interruption, and you scrambled for a firm hold on him. The both of you just stared at Chad and then at Mindy who was staring down at her phone.

“I haven’t been able to reach-” “It’s because she’s right here. In bed. With Ethan.”

Both twins had bug eyes and open mouths pointed at the two of you. Ethan leaned over you a bit to shield you even though you were wearing his shirt and your shorts from last night, and the blanket was still covering you. You held his bicep as you rested your chin on his shoulder.

“What brings the Wonder Twins around?” You waited to hear something sarcastic or just the both of them being jokingly mean towards you and Ethan, but both had somber faces. You sat up higher, heart racing as they took longer and shared a look.

“Ghost face,” was all Mindy said.

...

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[grandlinedreams]

| i'm sorry lmao i cried writing this

[Heads up!: mention of blood, death, not really a good time]

Dying hurts.

Are you dying? You didn't think it'd hurt so bad. You can't even tell where the worst of it is coming from, only that it radiates from every pore. 

Your footsteps are unsteady, a staggered pace that breaks when you trip over a rock. Without the strength to correct your balance, you topple to the ground.

Something warm seeps from your stomach. It leaks from your mouth too, making your mouth taste of copper. You cough, and red spatters the ground. 

I think I'm dying. Somehow, you roll onto your back, press a hand to your abdomen. Your fingers meet jagged skin and raw muscle beneath, coming back wet with bright red. Not good. 

You stare at the robin's egg blue sky, cloudless ㅡ somewhere around here is the ship you should be on. You need to make it back, they're going to worry if you don't. You can't make them worry like that.

I need to get up. You can't move, blinking slowly. A bird calls to another as it wheels overhead, wings outstretched. You need to get up.

It hurts to breathe now. It burns in your lungs, rattles in your throat. You know how the fish Sanji caught the other day feels now ㅡ wide eyed, gaping soundlessly. 

The others are going to worry. Your eyes close. I'll just rest a second. Then I'll get up.

ㅡ 

"Are you gonna get up or not?"

Your eyelids twitch at the sound of a familiar voice, the chorus of birdsong above, the warmth of the sun on your face. Someone nudges your side with their foot. 

"Come on," the same voice coaxes gently, "get up." 

Your eyes open, locking with a set of familiar brown ones. Too familiar ㅡ especially with the curls of dark hair above, the spatter of freckles below.

"Am I dead?" 

Ace blinks before he grins, head tipping with a laugh that makes your chest squeeze. "No," he answers, extending a hand down to help yank you to your feet. "Not yet, anyways."

Dusting yourself off, it takes a second for Ace's words to click. "Wait. What do you mean yet?" 

Ace eyes you in a way that makes your skin crawl ㅡ somewhere between knowing and hesitant, and all together melancholy. "Come on," he says, "we should talk about this."

Ace, for all the ways he should not be here in front of you, is as solid as you are when you reach for his hand again. Nevermind the fact he'd helped you up ㅡ the warmth of his palm is a welcome comfort, picks at the scabbed over ache you've been nursing for over two years. 

He died. You know that, much as it still rips you apart to think about it ㅡ Portgas D. Ace is very much dead.

So if he's here, what does that make you?

ㅡ 

"You're not dead," Ace says, watching you over the wild tumble of flames that make up the fire he's made. Above, the sky has bled to a milky dusk, the downward creep of the sun making you shiver. "Not yet."

"You said that before," you say, eyeing him with no small amount of confusion. "Then where am I? Why…how are you here?"

There it is again, that sad look. He knows something you don't ㅡ and it bothers you. "Just spit it out, Ace."

"You're not dead," he repeats, "but you are dying." 

You blink. "Very funny," you say, even though there's not a shred of amusement in Ace's eyes or his expression. "If I'm dying, how am I here? Where ㅡ where are we?"

"Think of it as the in-between of life and death," he says. "A rest stop of sorts." 

You stare at the fire, reach your hands out to it and savor the warmth of it. "And you…?"

Ace's eyes gleam in the firelight. "I'm here to guide you," he answers. "You'll need to decide whether you want to stay or go, [Name]."

ㅡ

You aren't a stranger to death. You've seen it before, been the dealer of it ㅡ and had your own close calls.

But never like this. 

"It's a lot to take in," Ace soothes, fingers drifting through your hair like they used to, and you hum. "Trust me, I didn't think we were going to meet again like this."

You tuck your knees tighter to you. You don't need to ask if Ace saw something like this. His death was fast ㅡ and your chest aches as emotion rises, makes you tremble with it. "I missed you," you start, voice wobbling. "I've never stopped missing you."

"I know."

"You left me," you choke, "you and Pops left…everyone left me." 

Ace reaches for you, gathers you into his lap, lets you bury your face into his neck as he presses his own into yours. "I know," he breathes, "I'm so sorry."

You sob. It's loud and with abandon, the way you'd wanted to two years ago but couldn't ㅡ you'd been left to be strong instead of grieve, to pick up the pieces when all you wanted to do was fall apart. 

Ace holds you, rubs your back as you hiccup and choke, take shuddering breaths. He whispers apology after apology into your skin, presses kisses the way he hasn't been able to in two years. 

You cling to him like a lifeline, desperate fingers curling against his back. "I don't want to go," you mumble, and he doesn't have to ask what you mean.

He kisses your cheek, tries not to think of the other things he knows ㅡ the desperate hands trying to keep you tethered to the land of the living, pleading with you to stay. Begging, because you're part of another family now, and they need you. 

He holds you to him, clings the way you do to him as he closes his eyes. "I know," he says, "I don't want you to either." 

ㅡ 

Ace can't let himself be selfish. He's aware of that, that he can't demand that you stay or go, that it has to be your decision. He's only here to guide you, be a comfort for as long as you need him. 

But it's hard to keep that in mind when it feels like this is just as it should be ㅡ you and him, as if nothing has changed. As if he hasn't been dead for two years, and you aren't about to join him.

He should tell you to fight. Tell you that there are people who still need you there, that somebody needs to look after Luffy. His crewmates are there, of course, but you're his last connection to Ace. 

He's heard you every now and then when he's been allowed to peek in, the stories you tell Luffy when things are quieter, when you can tell Ace's absence is weighing on him. 

He should tell you that knowing his brother as he does, you've become a sibling to him ㅡ and now you're setting him up for loss all over again. And it's not fair.

But you need to make a decision. Tip the scales one way or the other instead of teetering in the middle. 

"How long has it been in…" You hesitate. "You know."

Here ㅡ limbo, as Ace called it ㅡ you get the feeling time creeps by slower. You've only been here a day, but what about where your actual body is?

Ace seats himself next to you, watching as you kick your legs over the edge of the outcropping, the trickle of pebbles that tumbles down. "A couple of days." 

"Mm." You flop backwards, arms eagle spread as you stare up at the sky. "What happens if I decide to live?"

Ace copies you, finds your hand to intertwine your fingers. "Then you disappear from here. You go back." They need you.

"And if I die? What happens?" Your head turns, eyes locking with Ace's.

His fingers curl around yours. "Then you stay here with me." He pauses. "Well, not here, but…yeah. You come with me." I need you. 

You sigh. You should want to live. You should want to fight tooth and nail to get back where you should belong.

But you're so tired. And you've missed Ace ㅡ missed him every day since you lost him. You watch another bird circle overhead, the spread of sleek feathers. 

"I think I know what I want," you say softly. It makes your stomach twist, your chest ache ㅡ but you're making the right decision, you think. You hope. Your fingers curl around Ace's. "I want to stay." 

A lifetime ago, you told Ace he looks prettiest when he smiles. And he's smiling now, even if it's ultimately a little sad, because he knows what you mean by that. 

He sits up and pulls you with him, lets you climb into his lap before he locks his arms around you. You lean back, and he kisses your cheek. "I don't want to be alone," you mumble, and Ace tightens his grip on you.

"You won't be. I promise."

#ㅡmine. #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #portgas d. ace x reader #ace x reader

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Hawks x Fem! Reader

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W: Fem! Reader, Hawks, Teasing, Hawks does have butt feathers, he's silky smooth, Fingering, Public Sex, Daddy kink, Sub! Hawks, Dom! Reader

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You had been teasing him since early morning. He woke up hard as a rock and wanted to fuck it out of his system but you had him punished for his misbehavior the day prior. You didn't grant him relief, just stimulation. You let him fuck between your thighs but didn't let him cum. You told that if he wanted he could wear a cock ring and plug if it made it any easier on him. He agreed and he promised he would be good today since he wanted to so desperately fuck you.

"Baby you dont get it. I need you. I don't think I can go the entire day without touching or even rubbing one out at the thought of you." He whined. He had his arms wrapped around you, his head placed in between your neck and shoulder.

You were standing outside and were taking a break from patrolling so he could mope. The original plan was to grab something to eat but he decide he wanted to just stand around and whine about how cruel you were to him.

"Continue with that attitude and you won't get to cum till tomorrow night, baby." He groaned at your remark and just kept his mouth quiet.

A group of fans flacked up to you and asked for autographs and photos. Neither of you denied them their requests, the attention was good for PR since being seen out and about as a couple would help solidify your relationship publicly.

"H/n! Whats it like to date the #2 hero?"

"Are the rumors true? Does the carpet match the drapes when it comes to Hawks?"

"Do you both ever plan to marry?" Multiple people shouted out at the same time, many of them insistently demanding an answer.

You merely shook your head and laughed to yourself about how ridiculous the entire thing was. But you decided that maybe you could use this opportunity to have some fun. Maybe mess with Hawks since no one truly knew what he was like in regards to his personal life.

"I can assure you that, daddy here, has the prettiest butt feathers anyone has ever seen." You joked.

The crowd all began to squeal at the new, but fake, information about your boyfriend and proceeded to ask even more questions. Some caught on to your use of the name "daddy" and insisted you talk about what other pet names you had for each other.

Typically, a coming like this would have him squawking out at you or at the person who made the comment but he stayed silent. Instead, when you turned your head to face him you noticed his face was bright red. He coughed and excused himself but not before you noticed that he had grown a bulge. You held in a laugh before excusing yourself from the crowd and following closely behind Hawks.

"Oooh birdie~. Where are you~?" You teased.

Hawks flapped his wings at the petname before sending you a glare and proceeding to walk away from you.

"What's wrong, Daddy?" You knew that shiver that ran down his spine wasn't from the wind.

You got closer to him, grabbed him by his jacket, and made sure to press him against the closest wall. He let out a gasp as the rough surface met his back and whimpered when you pressed your knee against his crotch.

"Come on, Daddy~. Tell me what's bothering you." You started to kiss his neck and opened up his pants zipper so your hand could slip in.

"Fu-ck~." He couldn't help but groan as you began to stroke him.

He rolled his hips towards your hand and whined when you teased his tip with the top of your finger. You pulled down his pants and underwear and spat on your hand before wrapping it around his now-exposed length. He tried closing his legs, the cold air making goosebumps appear on his skin, but you didn't allow him to. Instead, you made sure to push them further apart and used your free hand to slowly circle and prode his hole.

"Baby, please~ I can't- I'm gonna cum if you keep touching me like that." His voice shook as he spoke but he didn't stop you.

You finally inserted a finger inside of him and slowly pushed it in and out of him all while you slowly kissed up his neck and eventually his lips.

"Fuck~, please. Mommy, please~" He felt his eyes roll back all while you continued to fuck him open with your fingers. You swallowed all of his moans and whined as you kissed him, at some point shoving your tongue into his mouth just to get him to quiet down.

You added a third finger once you knew he was close to cumming and vigorously trusted them inside him. He choked on his own moans and scratched at your back as he tried stabilizing himself. His legs gave out under him and used you to support himself up. He felt so good as he felt your fingers curl inside him and rub against his inner walls.

"Come on, Daddy. I know you can be good and cum for me." You pulled at the feathers above his ass and watched as he let out a scream.

You added one last finger and thrust it as deep as his body would let you. He came all over himself, his clothes, and the wall he was leaning on. His legs shook and gave out beneath him as you took them out of him.

"You did such agood job for me, Daddy~" You chuckled as you watched him struggle to catch his breath and dress himself. His pants were ruined and there was no way for him to walk out without people knowing what had just happened between you two.

#bnha hawks #hawks #dd speaks #bnha #mha #hawks x reader #hawks x you #hawks x y/n #hawks bnha #hawks mha #sub hawks #mha hawks #keigo takami #keigo x reader #keigo tamaki #mha takami keigo #bnha keigo

[ms--lobotomy]

Experiencing a bit of troll's remorse tonight. You get the full fic. Have fun laying eggs

Summary: Sanguinius wants a hatchling. You're here to help.

Word Count: 1053

Content Warnings: OVIPOSITION, smut, blood, praise kink, a bit of body worship because it's sanguinius, breeding, you know the drill. I think. Also a bit of aftercare because I want to

Image Credit: @squishyowl

He held you by the waist, kneeling in front of you. The fabric of your red dress gathered in his hands, his touch slightly hiking it up. You were pressed against the wall in one of the few open spots. You were in the comfort of his chambers. You lived there too, but you hesitated to call it your own. It was gorgeous, but it paled in comparison to the Brightest One. His wings surrounded you, enveloping you, further pressing you against the wall.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this, darling?" he asked, taking your chin in his hand.

"I've never been more sure in my life," you replied.

He planted a kiss to the top of your forehead, hiking up your dress further with his other hand. His wings blocked out the some of the light, enveloping you in a comfortable shadow. "Very well," he said. His hand more than spanned the length between your hips and your waist. A slight smile dusted his lips.

After gently pulling your dress and underwear off, he lifted you up under the arms and pinned you against the wall at a comfortable height. He looked at you with a restrained desire, his blood red eyes meeting yours. You felt your heart pound in your chest as his fangs met your neck, puncturing soft flesh.

"A-ah..." you moaned, your hands resting on his arm.

"Sorry, dear," he cooed, pulling back. Blood dribbled down your neck, pooling by your collarbone, as you ran your hands through his hair. He chuckled as he pulled away before he came back to you, running his teeth along your collarbone. You pulled him close as he sunk his teeth in again, and you cried out a little. After he spent some time biting and playing with your nipples, he set you down and knelt in front of you. Even now, he was much taller than you.

"I can't wait to put an egg in you," he murmured, putting his lips on yours. You tried to respond, but his teeth were on your bottom lip. Oh, that was going to leave a mark. He pulled away before standing up and pulling his robe off. He was throbbing, thick and beautiful. Your heart skipped a beat. It was right in front of you, almost perfectly at face level.

"You're beautiful," you said before you could think it over.

He smiled, revealing glinting fangs. His wings moved slightly, further giving him away. "Thank you," he said, grabbing your hands and moving them onto him. He moved them up and down as he jerked up and down in your hands. Before long, he removed his hands, and you continued stroking him.

Your mouth hovered over it, moving up and down before you started peppering kisses over it. He put a hand on your head as you took the tip in your mouth, running your tongue over it. The moan he let out was nothing short of beautiful. You ran your hand along it, peppering kisses along it before he grabbed your head and thrust you upon him.

"Mmh--" you purred as he briefly pressed it into you as far as he could. He relented, for a moment, before pressing himself into you again.

"Are you going to take me like a good girl?" he asked, thrusting himself in.

You felt drool spill over your lips as your eyes rolled back into your skull. You tried to say something, but he was too far in your mouth for you to get anything out. And after a while, he relented, kneeling in front of you again. There was a feral look in his eyes as he took your face in his hand and pressed you upon him again, his tongue snaking around you.

He left your mouth and took no time in picking you up. You hadn't time to get comfortable before he threw you on the bed, his wings low behind him. He grabbed one of your wrists with one hand and stroked between your legs with the other. You let out a gasp as he stuck it in and explored you, soon adding his ring.

"Sanguinius..." you managed to choke out before he leaned down to silence you with a kiss. The hand around your wrist tightened, threatening to break skin before he pulled away.

"You're wet," he said, pulling his fingers out with a pop. "Spread your legs a bit more for me. Please?" he asked.

You said nothing, moving your legs out of the way for him. As you looked up at him, his wings surrounding you, you felt something press at your entrance before it entered you, slowly stretching you out.

"A-ah..." you moaned, turning your head to the side and scrunching your face. He turned your face back to look at him as he buried himself to the hilt, a feral expression on his face. Before much time had passed, he slammed himself into you, his balls slapping the area between your legs. You cried out, your free hand digging into the sheets.

"That's right. Stretch yourself out on me," he said, the hand on your list puncturing it and drawing blood. "Such a good little dove. So eager to bear my children."

He sent you over the edge the first time, your muscles turning to jelly. You were grateful that his chambers were far from any eavesdroppers or unwitting listeners as you cried out, letting out unholy words. He kept you down like this for hours, driving you over the edge time and again before he started to slow.

"They're coming, dear," he said, his face scrunching up. "Get ready."

In a few moments, he grunted as an egg came out of him. You gasped as it deposited itself inside of you. You clenched your teeth, grasping again at the bedsheets before letting out a final, defeated moan. He immediately softened, running a hand along your quivering form.

"You took me so well," he cooed, grabbing you and placing you on his lap, facing him. He wrapped his arms and wings around you. You felt your stomach with one hand and put a hand on his chest with another. There wasn't much of a difference just yet, but you knew that was soon subject to change.

#warhammer 40k x reader #primarch x reader #reader insert #sanguinius x reader #warhammer lobotomy #sanguinius #congrats on the egg sweaty

[achaotichuman]

See the thing with Tamlin having a daughter, he's absolutely a single parent and has no clue what the fuck he's doing.

So, balancing having a newborn with also rebuilding a Court from the ground up would be one of the most mentally taxing jobs he's ever had. He's so exhausted and can barely think straight or string a sentence together, and there's no real help in Spring, because most of the servants, or nurses, or anyone that could provide any support are still wary to enter.

So, he reaches a point where he's like, 'If I keep going like this, I'm not going to survive.'

Therefore, desperate times call for desperate measures, and Tamlin goes to one source of help that might take pity on the situation, or least on his daughter Dahlia.

And goes to Day, where Andrea, former Lady of Autumn, is staying with Helion.

Cue super adorable step in grandma and grandpa Lady of Autumn and Helion.

Anyway, it would start something like this.

Rain pounded down on the Day lands. People rushed inside, desperately dragging signs and chairs into buildings. Using books, clothing, anything to shield themselves from the onslaught of water that poured and poured from the raging dark clouds above. 

Andrea drank jasmine-infused honey sweet tea. The warm liquid slipped down her throat, and soothing her body. The Day palace was warm and dry, a stark difference from the thunder and lightning cracking in the sky. A fork of brilliant white light streaked the sky, Andrea smiled, she had always loved storms. 

Her husband… not so much?

Helion huddled himself closer to Andrea when lightning followed quickly by a snap of thunder pierced the sky. The Day Lord had near a dozen blankets wrapped around himself, his head lying in Andrea’s lap. Andrea laughed as he jolted and wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pressing his face into her navel. She toyed with the braids in his hair. 

“It isn’t all that bad,” She assured him, leaning back into the soft white couch, while her eyes tipped to the balcony across from them, the glass doors sealed tightly to shelter them from the rain. 

“It is that bad,” Helion insisted, “The thunder has no right being that loud.”

Andrea laughed quietly, stroking her husband’s hair. Placing the porcelain cup down on the table beside the lounge, Andrea tipped her head back and closed her eyes. Smiling to herself at the next round of thunder, holding Helion closer, knowing he was ever so frightened of the storm outside. 

She sighed, this was nice. 

There was a rapping at the door. Looking up Andrea furrowed her brow, surely none of the servants needed them currently? After a moment’s hesitation, Helion sat up and looked at the door, then Andrea. It was Andrea who called out, “Please come in!”

A short female with wild brown curls, red eyes and fluttering wings entered. She bowed low, then straightened, “Your Majesties, there is a visitor requesting your presence.”

Andrea put a hand on Helion’s. Her brown eyes turned to his, though she found no answer, his face was as confused as her own. Helion took in a breath, “Where are they as of now?”

“Still at the entrance, my Lord, the guards have not let him through.” She replied. 

There was a moment of silence as Helion and Andrea assessed each other. Helion raised an eyebrow, Andrea shrugged ever so slightly. They weren’t in the middle of anything, the slight quirk of her lips told Helion she was just a little bored and this could be some form of entertainment.

“Alright, we’ll head down, thank you.” Andrea told the female. 

She again bowed low, then quickly fled the room, flittering off to wherever she was required. 

Andrea and Helion fixed themselves and quickly headed down for the Day Court palace entrance. Whispering to each other, “Who could be visiting so late?” “Perhaps a courtier, or emissary?”

They reached the tall golden doors, the two guards stationed there shared a glance. When Helion lifted his hand, they nodded, the doors flew upon. 

Immediately there was an onslaught of cold wind, it rushed through the threshold and splattered water across the polished tiles. Hail had begun, the small balls of ice rained down from the sky, smashing against the flooring. 

Andrea had closed her eyes and put her hands out in front of her as she adjusted to the sudden cold. Then she looked up to see the person standing at the entrance. 

Her jaw fell open. Looking at Helion his face had gone white. 

Tamlin was shivering in the cold, his whole body quivering. His eyes were dull and his skin was near grey. His lips were blue and frost-bitten. Instead of the normal greens and whites he wore a heavy black coat with a hood that had fallen off. His hair was a wild mess of knots and tangles. 

And in his arms was a tiny babe, so small she couldn’t be more than a few weeks old. She had tiny golden curls and pale skin, mostly wrapped in linens, her face was red, she was crying and screaming in his arms. 

Tamlin met Helion’s eyes, then turned to Andrea’s. Looking back at the High lord, he half-sobbed, “I had nowhere else to go.”

He stumbled like at any moment he might collapse. Snapping out of the daze they had been shocked into, Andrea made the first move. Like him or not, he had a child in his arms. She quickly approached the male and gently took the small girl from his arms, hushing and cooing as she did in an attempt to console her. 

As soon as the babe was safe in another’s arms. Tamlin collapsed to the floor. Helion then rushed to the younger High lord, shouting orders for a room to be made up and dry clothes to be brought out. Andrea rocked the crying girl as Helion picked up Tamlin. 

The doors were shut and the storm was locked outside. Helion and Andrea exchanged a look. Then the Lady of Day looked at the babe in her arms. 

Green eyes glistened up at her. Andrea stood there in pure shock. She looked like a tiny version of Tamlin. She screamed and Andrea watched as tiny claws pricked out of her fingertips. 

“Thats…” Helion trailed off. 

“The future Heir of Spring.” Andrea finished, her voice filled with wonderment, “Tamlin’s daughter.”

Tamlin himself shivered and gasped in Helion’s arms. The older High lord gritted his teeth. Her eyes didn’t deceive her, Andrea saw Helion bring the younger male closer to his chest. 

“What do we do?” Andrea asked. 

“We do what’s right.” Was all Helion said, then a group of servants came out. 

The oldest among them said, “We have prepared a room for the guest.”

Helion nodded, he then said, “Tamlin and his daughter will stay with us until further notice.”

Looking back down at the baby in her arms, Andrea bit her bottom lip. 

“Why were they out in the storm?”

Helion shook his head slowly, “I don’t know.”

#is this a fic im plotting? #no of course not #... it might be #give me a headpat if you like this i crave validation #acotar #tamlin #pro tamlin #tamlin's daughter #helion acotar #lady of the autumn court #pro lady of the autumn court #we give her a name here #we stan a queen #acotar au #acotar headcanons

[mar-im-o]

The Watcher's hands weave threads of green and gold and red throughout those Grian loves.

And in those threads the Watchers tie souls. Souls bound in love. Souls bound in pain. Souls bound between one another. Some try to fight it--insisting that they are not soulmates, that their soul belongs to another, but it's a tiresome, futile effort to reject the manipulation of the soul.

Not that Grian thinks so.

He's seen how the others react as they try to reject their soulmates. Scott thinks of Pearl constantly, dotes on her well-being, obsessively calls her to him under the guise of toying with her. Martyn sobs for Cleo. BDubs panics when Impulse is too far from him.

The Watcher's threads are strong.

But not to Grian.

"We're not soulmates," he insists one evening, the harsh words riding on the breeze rushing pass their base and off into the ravine.

He's perched atop pointed dripstone, watching lazily as Scar puts the Jellie pandas to sleep. His friend looks up at Grian with a start, brow quirked in a teasing glance. "Oh?"

"Yep," Grian goes on. Clipped wings help him leap from the cake and onto the perimeter of the Jellie Sanctuary. "Big B's my soulmate now. Just so you know."

Scar snorts then turns back the Jellies, feeding one bamboo. "Well, alright then!"

Grian squints. "Seriously. I'm leaving you. Big B and I are running away together."

"Right."

"Far away," Grian says, placing emphasis on the distance as he looks to the sky, pretending not to be drinking in Scar's every reaction. "We're gonna build our own ranch in the mountains. Farm goats."

"Sounds nice."

"Without you."

"Just remember to eat," Scar says with hum, scratching beneath a Jellie's chin. "I'll try not to get us on Red!"

But the red has already infiltrated Grian's soul, shown through a burning in his cheeks. He puffs them out in frustration (a little more bird-like than he'd prefer) feathers at his back fluffing in a similar response as he jumps into the sanctuary.

It spooks the Jellies and a few grumble in response, the one nearly tipping Scar's chair backwards. Scar rights himself with a laugh, finally meeting Grian's eyes.

And he's fine. No hidden jealousy, no subtle longing. Nothing. He's...

He's fine.

Grian puffs up a bit more. "Do you not care if I leave?"

Scar finally seems to register Grian's tone and sobers. He tilts his head, full attention on Grian.

Finally.

"Do you want me to?" Scar asks, and Grian feels like he could explode.

"YES!! We're soulmates! We should be doing what the others are, shouldn't we? Being alone should sound miserable!"

Scar just offers a confused chuckle, looking around the sanctuary as if the Jellies could help him escape. "Well it doesn't sound fun but I don't own you, G. If you want to leave, you can leave!"

"But--" Grian fumbles for words, trying his best to soothe a soul that won't calm. He ends up just crossing his arms. "This isn't how the game goes. Everyone else--they want to be together, they're obsessed with each other. Why aren't we?"

"Because we're not them?" Scar guesses. He's clicked off his brakes so he can move closer to Grian, offering a hand. "Why do you want to be?"

Grian looks away from the open palm.

He doesn't know. He doesn't know why this is so important to him, why he wants to see Scar get worked up and angry and insist that they're meant to be together. He doesn't know why this has him panicking.

Everyone else--their soulmates are their everythings, but no matter what Grian does, Scar's attention can easily find something else. Does that mean he doesn't care?

"Gri?"

Grian sniffs. "You do care, right? About me? You like being soulmates?"

Scar laughs, a bit more genuine in his surprise. "Of course I do! Did you think I didn't?"

"Maybe?" Grian shrugs and, finally, places a hand in Scar's offered palm. Familiar fingers wrap around his, and he's happy to let the sensation calm him. "I just don't get why it hasn't affected us like everyone else. Guess I figured something was wrong."

"Something wrong--?" Scar shakes his head and tugs an unsuspecting Grian forward, the man squawking a bit as he falls forward and into Scar's lap. Scar immediately traps him in a hug, pressing their foreheads together.

When he speaks again it's with a fond smile and a faux British accent. "'I am in your service until you lose your first life'."

The anger disperses at the poor mockery and Grian snorts, making an attempt to shove Scar away. "That's borderline offensive!"

Scar only pulls Grian closer, a teasing glint in his eye. "'I don't want to see him go! I just can't let him go!'"

"Alright," Grian laughs, and he gives in. He melts in Scar's arms, wings a curtain of feathers separating them from the Jellies. And they're alone. And they're together. And Grian is putty in Scar's lap, sturdy arms holding him close. "What's all this then?"

"Proof," Scar says, voice normal again. "And accent practice."

Grian shakes his head. "Needs work. And proof of what?"

"That we're soulmates." Scar's hand moves from Grian's back to his chest, plucking the ethereal thread between them. "The Watchers didn't tie this, Grian. We did. Back when this all started."

"I don't--"

"If we aren't like everyone else, it's because they're all new to this! They've never been bound to someone else before. But we have." Scar's fingers roll into an open palm pressed firmly over Grian's heart. He can feel his heart race at the sensation, and Scar's follows. "We're soulmates, Grian."

And Grian collapses. Tears which threatened his eyes spill and he shifts to wrap his arms around Scar, chests pressed together so that two synced hearts might combine. He buries his face in Scar's neck and Scar holds him.

Scar holds him.

"We're soulmates," Grian whispers to the wind and the evening stars.

And a loyal partner whispers back: "We're soulmates."

#pov i can fix them i can make their relationship better #grian can also be soulmates with big b tho #poly rights #anyways #mcyt #grian #gtws #double life smp #double life #dl smp #trafficblr #scarian #desert duo #fic

[habeascorpseus]

Jimmy tells Tango his wings are that of a canary's one night, as Tango sits behind him and helps him preen. His voice is uncharacteristically nervous, like he expects the other man to be mad at him for revealing that, wings tense under Tango's hands. Instead, Tango pauses in his feather arranging, looking over Jimmy's shoulder.

"What's the significance?"

"Ah... people say it's a bad omen. Has to do with foreshadowing death and all," Jimmy says, eyes downcast and mouth twisted in a small frown.

Tango drags nimble fingers through the fluffy down at the base of his wings, his other hand running down the ridge, towards the tip of his longest feathers, enjoying the way the bright yellow matches seamlessly with the yellow heart on his wrist.

"But do they have to mean that?"

"Huh?" Jimmy exclaims, half turning around to face him. he looks surprised, and a little lost, eyes almost cartoonishly wide. Tango grins.

"Well, if the way your wings are defined makes you this unhappy, maybe find your own definition."

"... I wouldnt know where to start. I'm not the most creative, i think," Jimmy says, teeth worrying at his lower lip. Tango continues to run his fingers through his feathers, watching as his expression shifts to something thoughtful, eyes softening when his gaze meets Tango's. "what would you say?"

Tango looks down at the golden feathers held between his fingertips, watching the torchlight filter through them. They look translucent like this, spectral, even. "I think they look like angel wings."

"oh," Jimmy responds, and tango doesn't miss the disbelief in his voice. so he continues,

"You may be a canary, but I'm the one that killed you. And here you are, keeping me safe despite having every reason to be mad at me," he reaches forward, and grabs one of Jimmy's hands. "So you're an angel, I think. My guardian angel."

Jmmy's face flies through several emotions in quick succession as his cheeks turn red, twisting away from Tango to hide his face. "Nobody's ever called me an angel before," he says softly. Tango laughs, full throated and loud, squeezing his hand.

"Don't worry, I'll call you angel enough to make you sick of it!"

#habeas speaks #tangotek #jimmy solidarity #double life smp

[atinylittlepain]

June - Part Two

joel miller x f!OC

series masterlist

warnings | 18+ dark themes surrounding suicidal ideation and attempt, smut, angst

a/n | hi, folks, welcome back. i'm quite excited and also quite nervous to start sharing more of June with you. This is work touches on very heavy topics, so please take care in reading it, and know that my DMs are always open if you'd like to talk about it. Thank you for reading.

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Little red flower on your wrist

Maybe the angel fired and missed

Blue and red horses on the run

I think the angel is jumping the gun

"Blue and Red Horses" by Adrianne Lenker

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A slip. That’s what the doctor calls it. She had a slip, slip, slip. 

He had been waiting for her on the porch, same as always. And when the sun turned to syrup and she still wasn’t home, he went inside to get his jacket. Two steps at a time, skidding to a halt in the sliver of light coming from her room. 

Head lolled back, the most peaceful he’d ever seen her, except when she’s sleeping. Somewhere between that, and something much deeper. He’ll grow a beard if it keeps her from getting her hands on a razor again. Dripping down her finger tips, onto the thigh of his jeans. So much of it, his hands started shaking. Drip, drip, drip. 

They keep her overnight at the clinic. White clothes, white sheets, white bandages, and the blossom of red they hide. She sleeps, mercifully. And he sits, his head propped on his palm, trying to figure out what went wrong.

Had something changed? He doesn’t think so, at least not for the worse. She had been eating, talking, working. They had found a rhythm, hadn’t they?

She sleeps, and he sits. Vigil, guard, whatever it’s called. Only letting one eye slip closed at a time, afraid that if he looks away, she’ll disappear. And when she wakes up in the morning, turning her head toward him, a sheepish smile curling her lips, Joel finds something that feels like anger resting heavy on his chest.

Keep an eye on–

Make sure she doesn’t have access to–

Bring her in if she says anything about–

He nods numbly at the doctor’s orders, his eyes darting over to her. Chin tucked down, picking at the edges of the gauze around her forearm. He has to swallow down a scream because why is everyone around him treating this like the most normal thing in the world? Why is no one else freaking out as much as he is? But he nods and he guides her out of the clinic, his palm hovering between her shoulder blades, unsure what will happen if he closes that gap, makes contact. She’s silent, chastened, like a child leaving the principal’s office. It makes him feel sick.

“Aren’t you going to be late for your shift?”

“Are you serious?” 

“I was just asking.”

“Well I’m not. Not going anywhere.”

“You’re upset.” It’s a statement that makes him scoff, frustration rising hot and jittery up his neck, steadying himself with a palm pressed flat against the kitchen counter as he looks at her.

“A little bit. What made you do that?” He has to take a deep breath when she shrugs, knuckles tensing into a fist, open, close, open, close.

“Nothing made me do anything. I was just ready.”

“For what?”

“Just ready, Joel.” Back and forth, back and forth, his jaw slides in a hard grind as they stare at each other, unblinking, a yawning space between them.

“You need to eat. Sit down.” He’s a bit surprised when she listens, but then he sees it. The way her shoulders fold around herself like frail wings, fingers steepled in a light press on the table, her lashes brushing her cheeks with the droop of her gaze, a frown that folds like wet silk. And suddenly, he can swallow his anger, a bitter pill that leaves an urgency in its wake.

He toasts the bread in the pan, a thick slice smeared with butter on both sides. Something solid, affirming. And jam, but not the red kind, no, no, no. Blueberry, she likes blueberries. And they have blueberry. She traded for it two days ago. Before, before, before. 

Sweet, sweet, sweet. A prayer in the pass of the knife. Stay, stay, stay. 

And he sighs, long and low in his chest, when he sets the plate down in front of her. For you, for you, for you. She picks the piece of toast up, carefully, fingertips only, tilting it this way and that.

“Eat it, please.” He sits across from her at the table, his arms folded in front of him, steady eyes, something in his chest unfurling when she finally takes a bite. It’s slow, methodical, a languid roll to her jaw as she chews, her eyes holding his as she swallows. He watches every bite until the plate is empty.

“I want to lay down.”

“Okay.” 

She looks displeased when he pulls a chair into her room, sitting down right next to her bed with his knife and a scrap of wood. She turns her back to him, a long sigh making the covers rise and fall. Silence, save for the light scratching of his work, shavings floating down around his boots, worry holding his throat in a tight fist.

…

“I’m not going to stab myself.” Her crassness is a slap in the face, enough for him to relent and pass her the kitchen knife, letting her get to work on the vegetables for dinner. She slept for most of the day, something the doctor had told him to expect after she lost so much– 

“Shit.” His body slips into motion before his mind, palm circling her wrist to draw her finger into the warmth of his mouth to stop the–

“I didn’t mean to.”

“I know you didn’t, June.” He lets go of her wrist, a reluctant release. She curls her hand against her chest, something small and wounded. And then they snap back into the task, the crease of time smoothed out. 

…

“Why do you want to leave?” He left out one word in his question. Me, me, me. 

“I just do. Same as you.” But he doesn’t, not anymore, a secret he’s been keeping tucked between two of his ribs, an aching truth. He turns his head on his pillow, studying the slope of her nose, the stillness of her eyes, looking straight up at the ceiling of his bedroom, her hands clasped together over her stomach. The moon casts slants of light across the bed, across her face, her scar turned silver along her temple. For a moment, there is no sound except the dull croak of crickets, one last symphony before the end of the season. 

“I won’t if you won’t.” She tips her chin toward him, owlish and unblinking in her wide stare.

“Okay.”

…

“People say she’s crazy, you know.”

“There’s plenty of reasons to be crazy in this world, kid.” This is new. Good, clear hope fluttering in his chest, though he tries to school any excitement out of his expression should Ellie detect it and flee. Neutral ground, the dining hall for lunch. 

“Yeah, but people say she’s crazy crazy.”

“Ellie.”

“Sorry. I guess I’m happy for you that you found someone.”

“It ain’t like that.” 

“Sure, Joel.”

“How’s Dina?”

“We’re not doing that.”

“Not doing what?” 

“I’m not gonna tell you how my girlfriend is doing.”

“Well I just told you about mine, didn’t I?”

“So she is?”

“Is what?”

“Your girlfriend, you just said–”

“Wait– no– I didn’t– that just came out.”

“Sure, Joel.”

…

​

They go to movie night. Sitting in the back of the hall. Some film from the nineties, all the actors with British accents, all the women in the crowd letting out a sea of sighs. He studies her face, awash in pale blue light, eyes steady and tracking. An imperceptible drag of his chair, an inch closer, and a leap. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t recoil, when he drapes his arm over the back of her chair, his fingers barely brushing the outside of her bicep. Up, down, up, down. Her eyes don’t leave the screen.

“Do you like this movie?” Only the faintest warble of his voice breaks his whisper, and she finally glances at him.

“Yes. You should be watching.” I am, I am, I am. Watching so closely. 

He fills his lungs with cool, clean air when they step out of the darkness of the town hall and into the darkness of the night. His arm feels boneless, electric, from the way he had kept it framing her shoulders. And then he sees the little drops of light running down her cheeks and his heart curls up into a tight clench.

“Why are you crying?” He’d like to tuck those words back in his throat, instant regret at the way she swipes away any evidence, sniffing hard to stop herself back up.

“That movie always makes me cry.” He realizes all at once that he hasn’t seen her cry since that night in that field. Her hand in his, relief stretching like a taut muscle when her fingers curl around his, staying like that the whole walk home. 

“Are you hungry?” “Not really.” He slices two plums, purple soaked flesh that dribbles and bleeds down their wrists when they sink teeth into tartness, hip pressed against hip where they’re leaning against the kitchen counter. It’s impulse, obscene instinct, coaxing her hand to his mouth so he can lap at the juice that drips between her fingers. Sweet, sweet, sweet. 

This time, she takes. Turning toward him, closing that space with a tentative lean, her head jerking away once before she finally presses her lips against his, drinking the sigh that washes through his chest. Her fingers twine behind his neck, a perfect weight pulling him down into her. And something snarls, a touch of impatience in the way her tongue slides against his, teeth a sharp graze. His hands curl around her hips, a careful press that she preens into, her chest brushing against his. He has to slow her down when her movements flare frantic, something he knows will eventually spook her right out of his hands. Forehead to forehead, his nose running the arc of hers as she catches her breath, tiny pants that wash over his mouth.

“Will you tell me what you want, June?” 

“This.” This, this, this. He takes her hand, a quiet tug upstairs and into his room and then his fingers start to turn desperate. And hers do too. Undoing buttons, swiping through zippers, pulling and pushing, seeking new skin. A patient unraveling, slowness he struggles to abide by. A careful allowance of wandering, palms sweeping over the bare softness of her stomach, up along the crook of her collarbone, dipping down to trace the swell of her breasts, the quick catch of her breath when the pad of his thumb slips over a peaked nipple. She steps out of his hold, his heart sinking, buoyed when she lays out on the bed, slinking down onto her elbows, warm in the light of the lamp he had half a mind to flick on.

Thin, frayed cotton, his fingers catching on the fabric, hooking, sweeping down the line of her legs and then she’s bare before him, something better than perfect. A soft hinge of her hips, an invitation for him to rest there. And he does, palm skating from the crook of her knee up and up, jumping from the swell of her hip to circle her wrist. He wants it to hurt, just a little, the kiss he presses into the gauze wrapped around her forearm, a cry breaking in her throat when he holds his mouth there, a hot stamp, a silent plea. But he wants to soothe as soon as it stings, so, so soft, lips smoothing over her pulse, the fine tendons jumping beneath his mouth.

“Please.” Oh, he likes the way that sounds. Warmth rising up and up, lips curling up and up, a curved press to her stomach, dragging lower, the hook of her hip bone, the soft crease of her thigh. And he breathes her in, coaxing the sloping backs of her thighs over his shoulders, thumbs rubbing circles into the tensing muscles, slow, slow, slow. Swollen, the glistening middle of a plum, dark and slick and dripping down his chin. He goes greedy with it, insistent in the way he drinks from her, lapping up everything she has to give, tongue a hot, demanding press that makes her hips jolt. Easy, June. Easy, easy, easy. His eyes drag up the heaving plains of her stomach, the gentle shake of her breasts, neck long and taut, lips parted, a portrait of the pleasure he’s pulling from her. 

“Joel.” Joel, Joel, Joel. Like a wave crashing in his ears, her whole body furling up around him before slackening, smooth and soft and sighing, her hands in his hair tugging up, up, up. He hopes that she tastes herself on his lips, and he thinks she does when she groans, low and mewling into his mouth. A fire flushes up his neck, his cheeks, when she takes him into her hand, soft, soft, soft, her eyes not leaving his. And he’s already so close to too much, the way her wrist flicks between their hips. No one’s ever been so gentle with him. It makes him ache.

“Please.” It’s his turn to say it, and her turn to permit, her legs slipping open even more, long lines of muscle and ligaments, a silent affirmation of want. Warm and soft and wanting, pooling thick in his spine, seeping, bursting, until he’s full of the feeling, his hips pressed so close, so snug to hers. She seizes around him, a long exhale that breaks high in her throat, and he stills, pressing his face right over her heart, willing ease into the pumping of blood, the coil of muscle. She hooks the swell of her calf around his hip, a soft press, a silent command that makes him huff out a quiet laugh against her sternum, the sound fizzling out in his throat when he meets her watery gaze. Wide eyes, blown out dark, dark, dark, swallowing him up. 

His arm is a frame, a protection, curled around the top of her head, keeping her steady and safe as each press of his hips sends them shucking further up the bed. And she holds on, little half-moons of her fingerprints pressing into his shoulders, the arch of her heel slipping along his low back.

“June.” Over and over again. June, June, June. A cry, a prayer, a demand, a steadying sound that he breathes out against her lips. And he’s not being patient anymore, desperation driving his hips to a heavy rhythm, little sighs slipping from her throat with each beat. 

Need, need, need. He needs to feel her like this, his fingers a plea, a mess against that place that makes her preen around him. Her back curves, tight and hot, the taut peaks of her breasts pressing, dragging against his chest. She unfurls for him, his name a high, clipped sound in her mouth. And he shouldn’t, shouldn’t, shouldn’t, pain in his sigh when he pulls away from her warmth, smearing himself against her stomach, pale, pearling, pleasure. 

It’s broken and ugly, like she can’t take a deep enough breath, her chest catching, shivering with the sob. All he can think to do is lay the weight of himself over her, solid, insistent, sweat and spend cooling sticky against skin. His palms find her ribs, steady pressure to smooth the shake.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” She needs this. He knows she needs this. Something finally tearing open inside her, spilling out, his hands waiting and willing to hold it.

“You just cry, June. It’s okay.” He whispers it to her, words stamped into her skin, just beneath her collarbone. She cries and cries and cries. And he holds her through it, until her breaths start to turn smoother, slight hiccups of salt. Her eyes are heavy, swollen, slipping down her cheeks. He presses his lips over one, the other, her lashes flickering, quick winged reaction. 

Clean, warm water, long sweeping palms. Soap that smells like honey passed between open hands. They’re close and quiet in the steam of the shower. 

“Does it hurt?”

“A little. I don’t like the way the stitches feel.” He wraps fresh gauze around her forearm, hiding the jagged, dark lines, smoothing his thumb down the trail of her destruction.

Socked feet that slip against his ankles. Her palm an anchor against his stomach, her cheek pressed warm and soft over his heart, clockwork setting back into time. 

“Goodnight, Joel.” “Goodnight, June.” 

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[hoshinoyozora]

The Snake Mirror

🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Jamil Viper x Female! Reader

💛 Word Count: 2,8k+

❤ Warnings:

[Edited]

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Thinking about turning this into a series, but we shall see if I have anymore ideas. Feel free to share yours, tho!

“If you want a pleasant surprise, try chanting ‘Mirror, mirror on the wall’. Nighttime works better.”

You didn’t know what to expect when the mirror shop owner bent down to whisper something to you. At that time, you merely nodded and tittered as you always did whenever you felt confused with a stranger’s words yet wanting to stay polite. Crowley grinned knowingly and withdrew from your ear. He certainly looked as unique as the things he sold; a half-mask resembling a raven’s beak, a greatcoat over his suit with thick blackbird feathers curl out from its blue-collar while the tips of the coat were cut to resemble two bird wings, a pair of black gloves with golden claw rings on each of his fingers, three mirror-like accessories on his hip with four golden keys dangling from them, and another mirror-like charm on his hat which had three more keys. Through that mask, his eyes glowed golden in the dimly lit shop. Until now, you still weren’t sure if he truly had golden eyes or it was merely trick of the eye.

Regardless, the surprise you encountered was more ‘mixed’ than ‘pleasant’. Within the golden mirror, framed by slithering snakes and a single red gem on the top, was a handsome man with tan skin, sharp charcoal grey eyes, and long braided black hair. He wore a black and purple robe, trimmed with golden key and various designs. He displayed a neutral expression, but if you were to observe further, you might see a slight annoyance in it.

“Good evening, Master. I’m here to carry out your wishes. For now, you only have three wishes left.”

His voice was low, almost like a murmur, yet no less robotic. He kept staring at you as you sputtered and whipped your head around searching for someone to help you despite the emptiness of your room.

“Oh, God. What should I do? He didn’t tell me I’d see a literal guy on my own mirror…!” you mumbled. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to call you. I was just curious and…”

The man merely blinked.

“You can go back, if you want to.”

“Is there nothing you want to wish for right now, Master?” he intoned. “If so, I shall leave until you call me again. Properly.”

You winced at the emphasis and nodded repeatedly, tittering.

“Y-yes, of course. Sorry for… bothering you.”

And he disappeared as quickly as he appeared. You stood before the mirror, staring blankly at the glossy reflection of yourself. The more you watched it, the more it looked like an ordinary mirror. Almost. Certainly, the mirror was worthy of your money in the most unexpected ways, even if you bought it solely to replace your old broken one.

Regardless, the mirror incident was soon forgotten in favor of your ailing grandmother. Although this time, she was hospitalized. The small family restaurant you worked on wasn’t enough to cover the bills, and you pondered long and hard to earn some extra money when you finally acknowledged the mirror again.

Should you do it?

“Mirror, mirror on the wall…”

Magically, the man materialized and greeted you in the same low, robotic voice. You wondered if it was rude of you to use your wishes when you didn’t even know his own name, and asked him to introduce himself.

“Me?” If it wasn’t for his slightly widened eyes, you wouldn’t notice his surprise at all. A question flashed in your mind about whether he was the type to have subtle emotions since birth or if he was taught to never show his discomposure. “I’m Jamil. Jamil Viper.”

“Oh, I see. That’s a nice name.”

An awkward silence ensued, and Jamil schooled his features back.

“Master, is there anything you wish for tonight?”

“Right, I–” you paused at the afterthought. “Is it… possible for you to cure someone’s illness?”

He rose an eyebrow.

“It depends. I can’t heal terminal illnesses, since I can’t intervene with fate too much.”

“Right.” Luckily, your grandmother didn’t have that kind of illness. Although it was still severe, nonetheless. “Can you heal my grandma? She’s being hospitalized right now and I… don’t have much money to pay for the bills.”

“Your wish is my command.”

And the next day, you received a call from the hospital that your grandmother had completely healed. Your mother and sister were understandably shocked, but they chalked it up to miracles and rejoiced over the news. Your grandmother had laughed and moved around smoothly as though she was never ill in the first place.

“Jamil, thank you so much for granting my wish! I’ve never seen my grandma looked so happy and healthy before.”

If you could grab his hands to emphasize your gratitude, you would. But Jamil seemed startled enough by your glistening eyes and wide grin, so you assumed he understood already.

“I-it’s nothing.” he stammered, then cleared his throat. “I was merely doing my duty.”

A look of realization and slight dread replaced your beam.

“… Ah, yes. I forgot to ask you, but is there any consequence for those wishes?”

“Huh, that’s the first.”

You blinked owlishly, wondering what was so amusing from your question.

“Karma works in this kind of situation too, but very few people know about it. Even if they do, they either ignore it or realize it all too late. Nothing is truly free in this world, you know?”

You looked down in understanding, missing the way his eyes glinted meaningfully.

“I understand. That means I have to use my wishes as wisely as I can, right?”

He stared at you for a moment.

“Right.”

***

There was a new restaurant in your neighborhood.

It was more modern, more expensive, and more varied in terms of menu. Slowly, your longtime customers began to trickle out and move to the new restaurant. Competition was nothing unusual, and you were certain you’d meet this kind of thing again had you worked somewhere else. But you wouldn’t deny that it hurt to see your social media feeds were full of photos and praises for the new restaurant. The food you’d painstakingly cooked early in the morning had to be thrown out, only to be made all over again. The lack of tips further dismayed you, and worse of all, you sometimes caught your sister gazing longingly at the new restaurant. You knew that she would’ve moved and worked in there too had she wasn’t so loyal to the family, but you ensured your mother wouldn’t see her yearning and react negatively.

“Jamil, can I ask you for another thing?”

So, here you were, sitting in front of the mirror and talking to a person whose existence nobody would believe. Jamil was sitting down too, but with more composure than your slumped figure had.

“Well, that’s what I’m here for.”

You rested your head on your palms and sighed heavily. While it was nice to have some break during work, you’d take busy days over empty days any time.

“I want my family restaurant to flourish.”

“… Why?”

“Because there’s a new competition and it takes most of our customers.”

“Don’t you want to… eliminate the competition instead?”

You shook your head, “No, I’m not that cruel. I just… I just want our restaurant to be the best in town. If possible.”

“Of course.”

The next day, a surge of new and old customers crowded your restaurant. Chatters and orders muffled the ambient music, and the smell of food and beverages filled the place. It was exhausting, but there was a small smile on your lips during the entire shift. Even your mother seemed relieved, deeming the phenomenon as another miracle.

“Oh, Jamil. Thank you again! My restaurant was filled to the brim today, and we got so much tips too!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. It’d be concerning if it wasn’t.”

He looked away, but it wasn’t out of arrogance so much as embarrassment. Your grin softened to an adoring smile.

“You’re really cute, you know that?”

“W-what?!”

“Are you not used to people thanking you? Or is this the… first time you’re doing this whole wish-granting duty?”

Jamil fell quiet, and you feared you’d offended him somehow.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to–!”

“It’s fine, I get it.” he sighed, closing his eyes as if preparing himself. “And no, this is not my first time. I’ve been doing this longer than you think, and I’ve met lots of people with various personalities. Some only consider me as a tool to make their biggest wishes come true, while some are formal, to say the least.”

“I see.” You couldn’t say that you understood his feelings, but you could sympathize with the ‘tool’ part because some customers also considered you as a servant to their demands. “So, how did you land in that mirror shop?”

“Ah…”

Now he was being hesitant, and you didn’t want to make things anymore awkward between you two, so you told him to ignore it.

***

“For your last wish, I think you should be more selfish, [Name].”

You looked up in surprise. Jamil was polite when it was necessary, but he was generally blunt. Still, this was the most unexpected thing he said thus far.

“W-what are you talking about? My wishes have been ‘selfish’ too, no?”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” he deadpanned. “All this time you’ve been ‘wishing’ for other people’s happiness more than yours. But are you really going to spend all of your chances for them? Don’t you want a little something for yourself too?”

You stopped to ponder on his words. It was, indeed, true how you’d been requesting for blessings to your family. Sure, you felt the impact or benefit, but it wasn’t genuinely your blessing, to begin with. Your grandmother often told you to reward yourself after all the hard work, and although this was more of a ‘shortcut’ than anything else, her words still held some weight.

“Okay.” said you after a moment of contemplation, and, as always, Jamil patiently waited until you dismissed him verbally. “I wish… I wish I could have a boyfriend.”

And yet, despite his encouragement, he took a rather long time to grant your last wish.

“Jamil…?”

“You want a what?”

“I-I want a boyfriend.” You didn’t know why you were stammering now, or why he was looking at you so scandalously, but you did know that the temperature had dropped. Your hair bristled, and you were tempted to shoo him away for the night, but you persisted and asked softly, “Is that so bad?”

He remained quiet and kept watching you, until he finally sucked a breath through his mouth.

“… No, of course not.” he paused, seemingly thinking about something. Then, his face brightened slightly. “If that’s what you wish, I shall make it come true to the best of my ability. Let this be our final meeting too, Master. And… thank you for making my life pleasant, even if it’s fleeting.”

You wilted. You forgot that this would be the last time you met him. Maybe you should procrastinate on the wish for a bit longer, but what if he wanted to see a new person instead? Someone kinder and friendlier than you. Your heart ached at the thought, yet you were comforted by the smile on his face. It was a little larger than usual, perhaps prompted by the gratitude he felt for you.

You smiled back.

“Thank you for being so patient with me and grant my wishes too, Jamil. You never disappointed me, and I hope the next person will be just as pleasant.”

“You’re right. I never disappointed you, did I?” he murmured, although he still maintained eye contact with you. “I hope you won’t be disappointed with this one, too.”

Suddenly, your eyesight began to blur. You blinked repeatedly and put a hand on your head as if trying to anchor yourself to the ground. Yet the ground was what you felt on the back of your head along with a dull pain as you succumbed to the darkness.

And the last thing you saw was a dark hand that reached out from the mirror.

***

The sand surrounded the palace-like building as you leaned against the balcony in an attempt to convince yourself that you weren’t dreaming. There was an invisible barrier that prevented you from leaping from the balustrade, and your mind unhelpfully supplied that it was, in fact, magic. Golden lanterns hung at various spots in the vast ceiling, complemented with golden lamps that illuminated the lounge room. There was a silver tray containing two matching small cups and a pitcher, and colorful rugs spread out over the entire room. In the center of the rugs, the red one, lied a pile of plush pillows that imprinted the shape of your body. It was comfortable, and you’d love to bury yourself in it forever had you didn’t wake up in a strange place. Stars twinkled coyly in the dark blue canvas, mocking your ignorance of the situation.

“Enjoying the view?”

You spun around, noting the obvious change of clothes. He wore a black and red sleeveless jacket, an undershirt, a yellow belt, black parachute pants, and black sneaker-sandals. There were several gold accessories in his body; the most striking one was the shoulder cuff on his right shoulder, shaped like a snake. He seemed more casual now, more relaxed as though he was visiting you during your stargazing. You recoiled despite the considerable distance between you two and almost bumped against the balustrade behind you.

“J-Jamil, what…? Where am I? Why am I here?”

“You said you want a boyfriend, no? Well, here I am. Your boyfriend.”

“You’re joking.”

He frowned.

“I’ve been fulfilling your wishes left and right and listening to your sorrows and happiness. I might as well be your boyfriend.”

“But you’re not! That’s not what I’m asking!”

“No, [Name]. You did ask for a ‘boyfriend’, but you never specified ‘who’ or ‘what’.” he hissed. “Don’t you ever heard of the phrase ‘be careful of what you wish for’? I’m not a mind reader, [Name], and I don’t want to. If you ask me something so vague, then I’ll give you what I think will suit you.”

You gaped, and your throat began to tighten. To yell or to cry? You didn’t know. Everything was too much for you to comprehend at once. It was true that you did share your sorrows and happiness, and you’d mistakenly believed him to be your friend due to his patience and support. But you didn’t expect that he’d harbor any feeling for you beyond gratitude; one that was dark enough to led him to kidnap you.

“Where am I, Jamil?” you whispered once you were fully cognizant of your surroundings for the second time. “Where am I?! Tell me! Am I still in my city?! My neighborhood?!”

Something told you that you were far from home, too far, but you refused to believe it. Even if you were in another country, it was still much better than–

“You’re in my world, of course.”

His home.

“Or the ‘mirror world’, as some of you called it.”

The night wind howled, filling the temporary silence and fragile peace.

“… I want to go home.”

“You can’t. The mirror has broken now.”

“Why? Why is it broken? Crowley said it’s an old but durable mirror. I paid too much money for that.”

“It’s not a matter of how much money you spent to buy it, although I’m grateful for your efforts. But, you see,” Jamil started to advance towards you, and you had no way out than to swallow and bear with the ever-encroaching proximity. He lifted your chin, feeling your jaw tensed. “The mirror always breaks once the owner gains his ‘happily ever after’. If he doesn’t, then Crowley will retrieve the mirror from the patron’s house after they get the justice they deserve and sell it all over again. And, yes, I am the true owner of this mirror. All of you might pay money for that, but you ask things from me and you play with my rules. And once the mirror breaks, it can never be sold again.”

“So, all this time, you’re being passed down in search of a ‘happily ever after’ bullshit?”

Jamil sneered at your insult.

“That’s rich, coming from someone who also seeks for happiness. Don’t pretend to be dumb. All of you are the same. You just so happen to focus more on your family. But in the end, you succumb to your selfish desires too, don’t you?”

“You said I should be more–!”

“Shut up!” He clasped a hand over your mouth and glowered. “That is no way to speak to your boyfriend. I told you, karma works in this kind of situation too. I can repay your kindness to your family by making you healthy and rich forever, but if you treat me badly, then I’ll treat you just as similar. Do you understand, [Name]?”

You merely glared back.

“I said, do you understand?”

Reluctantly, you nodded.

“Good.” Jamil withdrew his hand and allowed you to slump against him. Patting your back, he cooed. “This way, I can continue to help you and vice versa. Because I never forget a favor… or an offense.”

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It's finally here! A chaotic piece brought about by this post that somehow turned into another love story between Loki and the reader. Whoops.

Summary: The guys try a bunch of angel-themed pick up lines on you to see which one makes you fold.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: none. this is fluff.

Things to be aware of: cheesy pick up lines

"These are terrible. Who actually thinks that these work?" you heard Natasha groaning from the common room. "Because I was praying so hard? Really?" 

"The one about taking off your shirt so he could see your wings made me want to put them in a death grip," Wanda chimed in. "Although something tells me they might actually like it if I do, so I'll have to blast one of their appendages off, I suppose."

"Alright, what has you two in a quest to chop off limbs? Again?" you asked as you walked in to the common room, Wanda immediately scooting over so you could sit between her and Nat. 

"The guys here are trying to see if they could get us to fold with cheesy angel-themed pick-up lines. Tony's convinced that it's all in the delivery. So far he's not proving his theory right." Nat looked like she'd rather endure getting her teeth pulled out than having to receive another line, so you decided to relieve your friends. 

"Alright boys, these two look jaded and ready to cut your throats out, so consider me their reliever. Gimme your worst." You pointed at the direction of the guys with a 'come at me bro' motion. 

"I wanna try, Miss Y/N." 

"Go ahead, spiderling, but pro tip? If you wanna pick a girl up, let's start by not calling her Miss. Makes us feel older than we are." Peter grew red at the advice but nodded and stood up, straightening his shirt and shoving his hands in his pockets. 

"Will you tell me about your home, Y/N? I wanna know what Heaven's like." 

You nodded your head slowly, as if you were grading his line. "Your delivery lacks confidence, sweetie. You're gonna need some more time mentoring with Stark if you want his swagger to rub off on you."

"My turn," Wilson boomed, standing and doing a comical swagger type walk, clearly taking this entire exercise as a joke. Just like you were. "Y/N, does it hurt to always spend Christmases sitting on top of a tree?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at him. "Why would I be—"

"Because we always put the angels on the top of the tree," he finished with a move to smoothen his brows that had you bursting out in cackles. 

"Well I can't say anything about the trees but I do like spending my Christmases, and any other time of the year really, on top," you answered with a saucy raise of your eyebrow that had majority of the men in the room either doing a spit take or choking on their drink. 

You heard your friends cheering you on from the railing at the top of the stairs. "That's our bitch right there!" Nat hollered. 

"Alright I'll have a go at jellybean over here," Tony announced, standing from his seat and walking over to you with his signature 'Yeah I know I'm hot shit' walk. "I gotta make some training simulations just in case we ever have to face off against angels. You never know. You mind if I use you as the reference?"

You did three slow claps. "I will give you points for creativity, Stark. You still can't get a woman to fold with that line, though. Sorry." 

"I still want to get you scanned for that training sim, though. I’m not kidding, jellybean." 

"Just say when, Tony."

"May I have an attempt?" Your body felt like it froze on the spot at the sound of Loki's voice floating across the common room. Tony and Sam threw you knowing smirks before the former retook his old seat. Asshats. The two were the worst offenders when it came to giving you shit about your crush on the raven-haired Asgardian. 

"Uhm…sure, Mischief. Knock yourself out." You straightened your stance and fought to keep your composure as he took slow, purposeful strides towards you. "Although I'm pretty sure you'll get any woman to fold because fuck it that voice should be a registered weapon," you quipped as he crossed the distance to you. 

He chuckled. "You flatter me, little mortal." He tucked his fingers under your chin, making you look up at him, into his eyes. Focus, Y/N. Don't fold, don't fold, don't you fucking fold. "My mother used to tell me of a legend, that the Norns had crafted an individual for each of us so perfectly, so exquisitely, that when we meet them the only thought that will come to mind is 'There you are. Finally. I've waited centuries to reach you.' I once believed those tales to be pure works of fiction, to give one hope in a hopeless world. But upon meeting you, darling Y/N…"

"Mischief, this doesn't sound like a pickup line," you whispered frantically as he placed his thumb on your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth to form a pout, and used his free hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

He leaned in until your noses were touching, and then he spoke again. "There you are. Finally. I've waited centuries to reach you." 

"Fucking hell, I fold," you breathed out, staring at him with wide eyes, your heart thumping so loudly in your chest you could swear that Nat and Wanda could hear it from the second floor. "You win, Mischief." 

You saw his expression drop just a fraction as he released you, backing away by the slightest. 

"You're gonna need to teach us that, Reindeer Games," Tony quipped from his seat. "So…you win, pick your prize." 

"I didn't know you guys were playing for a prize," you said, turning to face the others, not even so much as daring to look at Loki after…what ever just happened.

"Well earlier the prize was just to not get kicked in the nuts by Romanoff," Tony answered. "Tell you what, Rock of Ages, you go think what you want as your prize and then just text Y/N. Game's over, boys. Let's pack it up." 

You looked up towards Nat and Wanda who were now frantically motioning for you to come upstairs and meet them, and you took that as your cue to run out of the common room. "I'm not even into him but I have to say that would've had me fold, too," the Russian spy commented as you stepped into their arms with a frantic wide-eyed look on your face. 

"Y/N, my friend, that…that didn't sound like he was playing." 

You took a deep, steadying breath. "What're you talking about, Wan? Of course he was," you mumbled. "I'm gonna go out for lunch today, you two wanna come with?" 

You received a text in the middle of lunch that nearly made your heart start sprinting and almost made you choke on the sandwich you were trying to chew.

I meant it. Every word. Come to me when you're ready. I'll be in my chambers.

"Y/N, you look like you've seen a ghost," Wanda prodded, her tone laced with concern. "What's wrong, dear one?" You showed her the text. "Fucking finally." 

"Fucking finally what?" Nat asked as she got back to the table. You showed her the text. "Oh. That. Well it's about damn time." 

"Excuse you two?? Something you wanna share with the class?" you all but shrieked in the middle of the deli. 

"You might wanna put the mozzarella stick down until after we're done telling you," Nat advised and you stopped yourself from taking a bite. "Mischief's had the hots for you. For months. You've been too busy having the hots for him and making sure that he doesn't figure that out, to even notice. We were hoping that he'd finally fess up when he asked if he could have a shot at the game earlier, and look at that, it finally happened. Hence, fucking finally." 

"So we should finish our lunch, go find you a cute outfit, so that you can be ready for him," Wanda said, wiggling her eyebrows at you, making you throw the mozzarella stick at her face. 

Two hours later, you were back in the tower, wearing a black sundress that fell midway down your thighs, and a gold belt around your waist, making your way to Loki's room. You took a deep breath as you rapped on the door before you could change your mind.

Almost immediately, the door opened to reveal the god in loungewear set in his signature green. He looked at you with a softness in his eyes as he reached for your hand. "Come in, darling." 

As soon as the door closed behind you, you started, "What did you mean--"

Before you could get another word out, he gently pushed you against the closed door and laid his lips on yours. The shock of his actions admittedly caught you off guard, but you quickly shook that off and placed your hand behind his neck, returning his kiss and weaving your fingers through his hair. 

"I know what I want," he murmured against your lips as he lifted you into his arms, making you wrap your legs around him, effectively trapping you between him and the door. 

"You mean out of the game or out of life?" you breathed out, letting out whimpered moans as he pressed kisses from your jawline to your neck. 

"Both, darling," he breathed against your neck. "Out of life? I want you to become mine." He pressed another kiss and groaned against your skin. "But the game, my precious mortal…" he trailed off, kissing a path from your neck to your ear. "I will need your answer before I tell you that."

"My answer to what?" you gasped as he lightly nipped at your ear. 

"Will you be mine?" He punctuated his question by kissing the skin below your ear and then proceeding to softly suck on the spot, making you all but moan your answer. 

"Yes."

"Well then…" He trailed a path of kisses back to your lips. "As my prize, I want you—"

"You have me, Loki. I'm yours—"

"On top." 

Your eyes snapped to his, the air leaving you as you saw the devious smirk on his face. Oh. 

A/N: Fun fact…the working title for this story while I was writing it was "lines from the corn factory". That is all.

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Jordan Nobbs x Reader

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Posted: 05/05/23 Edited: 09/07/23

Prompt: A Jord and Ona fic, with that interaction on the field included - anon

AN: not Jordan x Ona but the interaction is included. Also Jordan’s ex is not based on Leah as I don’t think she’d act like that ✌️

“Jordan what are you doing?” leaning over the back of the sofa to see your best friend flicking through her ex girlfriend’s Instagram photos again; “this isn’t healthy; it’s been 3 months since you broke up!”. Throwing her head back to look up at you, her eyes in her forehead because she’d heard you say that one too many times. Your words clearly hadn’t sunk in as she’s still stalking her ex, snatching the phone out of her hand and shoving it into your back pocket and walking away. “We’re going out tonight, I’ll be your wing woman” you called back to her from the kitchen, Jordan whined your name in frustration as she watched you swan out of the room “but I don’t want to go out!” she shouted through to the kitchen. “Tough shit, you need to get over her and the best way to do that is getting under someone else” you said as you handed her a glass full of whatever alcohol that was left over from your last house party.

“What about Ona? I saw you two flirting on the pitch the other day” you teased her. “What are you talking about?” Jordan asked trying to cover her cheeks that were turning red, she knew exactly what you were talking about but continued to deny any knowledge of it. Jumping onto the sofa next to her and opening TikTok you scrolled through the copious amounts of edits of the “you were” comment after Jordan was offside. “That wasn’t flirting!” her tone turned defensive “are you sure, cause those eyes guuuurl they ain’t nothing!” shoving your phone into her face. It was hard to deny the clear and obvious evidence of flirty behaviour between them both. “Shut up!” she snapped elbowing you in your ribs as she got up to walk away, soon realising you still had her phone and demanding it back. Standing up you towered over her waving the phone above her head, “when you can reach it, you can have it!” you smirked knowing there was no way your tiny friend would be able to. Folding her arms and glaring at you she knew there wasn’t any point in trying to win her phone back. Jordan being only 5ft3 and you 5ft9 meant you weren’t intimidated by her stance, telling her to find something cute to wear before running away to your room and locking it behind you.

A few hours passed when you returned to the kitchen to mix another concoction before proceeding to Jordan’s room. “You better be ready!” you called out before opening the door, clapping your hands gleefully at the sight of her dressed up and ready to go. Handing her the cocktail of mysterious liquid you ordered the taxi “where are we even going?” she asked while spraying perfume on her neck and wrists. “The only place you need to go to get over an ex.. Coyotes!” - your local gay bar in Birmingham. “I’ve never been to a gay bar!” Jordan seemed a little apprehensive “well there’s no better time than the present is there?” you tipped the glass up from underneath as she sipped so she’d down your awful tasting drink making her wince. “They’re so intimidating!” her whinging had started again and you could not bare it. Walking up behind your friend to untuck the hair from her blazer, you looked at each other through the mirror “Jordy, don’t you always have a good time with me?” your words pandering for compliments of your immaculate track record of nights out. “Debatable!” she scoffed. Your eyes shot daggers at her through the glass until she gave in, “yessss!” she agreed with an eye roll just to shut you up. “Thank you! Now let’s go and find you a wife!”

Leaving the taxi you dragged your best friend into the club. You were so excited when you heard she was transferring to Aston Villa, you’d first met in England’s U15s and have been friends ever since. You’ve never been on the same team before and now you get to live with your bff, winding her up every single day just like you’re both 13 again.

“I don’t know where to put my eyes!” Jordan shouted over the music then looked to the floor to avoid any and all eye contact. Drag queens on the stage, scantily dressed people dancing on podiums… to be fair to her, there was a lot going on. Taking her hand to lead her to the bar, you ordered your first drinks then set up shop by the pool table allowing her to get used the the atmosphere. She only had to keep her eyes on you, the balls and who was winning. You let her win to build her confidence cause that’s what friends do and after a few games and drinks she had warmed up to her surroundings. Taking her blazer off to go and dance, she tried to entice you over with her awful moves while you tried to scout out a good match for her. Laughing from the sidelines you thought she’d never find someone to spend the night with if her dance moves are anything to go by so you went over to help her find her rhythm. Standing behind her and holding her hips to get her into the groove of the music, you then backed off to give her some room to shine.

Your bestie deserves the world and you’re so fed up of her still pining over her ex, you never liked her anyway and didn’t see what Jordan saw in her. She deserves someone who cherishes her and explains the jokes she doesn’t understand, not take the piss out of her. Jordan was always the butt of her jokes, always showing her up in front of her friends and demanded she stayed at the club she was at even though she wasn’t progressing there.

Frustratingly watching on as a few contenders came close but soon backed away when Jordan didn’t talk to them, you made your way back over to her. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” you shouted so she could hear, she shrugged like she didn’t have a clue what you were talking about. “You’re not gonna go home with someone if you don’t talk to them!” you tried to encourage her. “What am I meant to say?” she replied. You were getting fed up with her ‘I don’t have a clue how to be a human being’ act and started responding sarcastically - something Jordan knows all too well happens when you’re frustrated. “Oh I don’t know, anything! You literally said nothing!” your voice now becoming exasperated with shouting over the music. “Okay okay, what about how’s the weather?” she laughed at your expense. She knew exactly what she was doing, she hadn’t got through 30 years of life without knowing how to talk to people. “Oh my god Jord! Weather really gets a girl in the mood! You’re not even trying!” the sarcasm taking over you now, there was no going back - sarcastic bitch is now your personality for the evening. “That’s because I don’t want to try!” she told you forcefully.

If you were a good friend, you’d have stopped pushing. But you’re a great friend, so you didn’t. “Are you seriously telling me there’s no one here you think is remotely attractive?” holding her shoulders and encouraging her to look around. Jordan glanced from the dance floor and to the bar before her eyes dropped back onto you. “Well there is one, I guess..” her voice seemed uncertain but you were glad you were finally getting somewhere. “Great! Tell me who and I’ll set you up” unable to contain the excitement that was brewing with the mission. “I can’t!” she shook her head smiling, breaking your hopes and your patience. “Well just show me then!” your eye widened in pure irritation. Jordan held your gaze for a few seconds until you got impatient and hurried her along with her decision “come on!!”. Taking your shirt into her fist and yanking it down to bring your head closer to hers so she could reach your face, she bravely and unhesitatingly kissed you.

Your eyes still open in shock at what was happening and a look of confusion on your face caused her to stop and break apart from you. Staring at each other in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by bodies, your eyes and mouths wide open in panic. Your blank expression caused Jordan’s face to turn bright red as she turned and sprinted towards the exit. Grabbing your coats and bags you followed her outside into the night, your long legs managing to climb 3 steps at a time meaning you swiftly caught up with her, yelling her name into the darkness begging her to stop. You had no idea where she was heading, just running down the street in the middle of winter without her jacket on.

Luckily you’re a footballer who knows how to keep pace as you grabbed her arm to stop her going any further, spinning round to look at you her words came out so quickly that you barely had time to process what she was saying. “I’m sorry! I don’t know what I was doing, it’s the drink, I don’t want to ruin our friendship!” her head fell into her hands firmly embarrassed about what she’d done. “You don’t need to apologise Jordy, I didn’t know you felt that way about me” you said calmly, placing your hand on her shoulder to reassure her you weren’t judging. “I- I don’t” she stammered which is her tell when she’s lying. Slumping down with her on a nearby bench to try and get the truth out of your friend, liquid confidence now wearing off you wrapped her blazer around her shoulders. “When did this start?” you asked her gently, wanting her to know you’re still her best friend and care about her deeply. “Since I met you” she looked down at her shoes to avoid your eye contact. “That was 17 years ago Jord!” you said shocked that she’d been keeping this in for nearly two decades. “I know! We were young and didn’t know what it meant to love someone, let alone another girl. Then we grew up and went to different clubs and we didn’t see each other as much, we both got in and out of relationships at different times and I thought I’d rather have you as my friend than nothing at all. I didn’t know if you felt the same way and I just didn’t want to jeopardise anything but now we play for the same team, we’re both single, we live together and those feelings just came flooding back. I was looking at her photos to stop myself from thinking about you.” You let her finish what she had to say, it took a lot for you not to interrupt her and when she finally looked up from the floor, you didn’t know how to tell her what you wanted to say. Holding her cheek you brought her face closer to yours, trying this again as your lips locked together, eyes closed and taking your time. Her hands moved into your hair as your second kiss of the night became deeper before pulling apart again. Jordan’s face looking relieved and slightly shell shocked - “I didn’t want to find someone to go home with cause I only ever want to go home with you” she smiled.

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