#modernAU

[vickychendraws]

had an au thought and ran with it o/

#farcille #marcille donato #falin touden #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #senshi #chilchuk tims #laios touden #comic art #short comic #my art #modernau

[siythn]

Eternal Sunshine

CHOSO X READER! Cold mornings weren’t something you had been quite fond off. To be honest, you just weren’t a morning person. But waking up in the arms of your boyfriend has you rethinking. _________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ ♫ intro (end of the world) - ariana grande ❝ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ ʀᴇꜰᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜɪɴᴇ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴏ���ʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ? ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ?❞

The first hint of dawn barely illuminated your room, it cast a gentle yet slightly noticeable yellow glow through the thin blue curtains. The cold air made its presence known by the slight frost that crept on the sides; as if trying to seep through it.

Outside, the world seemed still but content. Occasional cars passed by the road, and birds and their flock chirped, it disturbed the quiet but nothing too noisy, not too hush.

But inside, beneath a mound of thick, warm blankets and heavy duvet, were you and your boyfriend, Choso. Both of were you found to be snuggled deep within the layers, taking coverage to hide from the chill of cold mornings as you both held onto each other.

Choso's arms were wrapped snugly around you, body heat mingling with yours, creating a pocket of warmth that neither of you wanted to escape from just yet.

His sharp breaths tickled the back of your neck every time he exhaled; making you slightly squirm at the feel. Each one cast a whisper against your skin as Choso slept.

These wintry mornings, when time seemed to stand still and the rest of the world felt distant, are what you cherished most. In sleepless nights, leaving you to arise weary, you craved nothing but this; love in the way of touch.

Choso stirred first, his movements drowsy as he adjusted his position to face you. With a raspy grunt, his sleepy eyes blinked open as he adjusted to his surroundings. Eyes jaded, he fixed his gaze onto yours, staring deeply that made your stomach flutter. "Morning," he voiced, sounding hoarse while lifting a lazy arm to grab you closer to him.

"Morning," you replied barely above a whisper, not wanting to startle his relaxed self. It felt as if speaking louder might shatter the delicate, peaceful bubble that surrounded you both.

Without a word, you moved as close as possible to Choso, seeking his warmth against your skin. You lay your head on his chest, listening to the steady, slow beat of his heart, hearing a soft hum of content when doing so.

Moving his arm up to your spine, his calloused hand gently caressed your back, movements languid and tender. You twitch at the sudden sensation, but when feeling his hand move up and down your back, brings you a sense of solace. “It’s too cold to get up,” he retorts, almost in protest, while shifting around to make your body feel more secure in his grasp.

Your throat makes a noise in agreement, the sound vibrating gently against his skin. “Then let’s just stay here,” you suggest, looking up to meet his eyes as you await his answer.

The thought of even leaving the bed and its warmth while Choso is holding you with such care and closeness makes it sound unfathomable at this moment.

“Best plan you’ve ever had,” Choso chuckled lightly, stopping the caressing on your back to focus using his available hand. Before his hand comes up to brush a loose strand of hair away from your face, he lifts your chin to lock eyes; an imitate act he was fond of doing.

During releasing, he stroked your cheek once, twice, and on the third, he let his touch linger. Grasping the side of your cheek where he held a small part; interlacing his fingers through your hair, all the while holding you down back onto his chest.

You’d be lying if you said his touch wasn’t smooth, a stark contrast to the huge, scary man he was known to be. But here, in this quiet morning showing vulnerability, he was just Choso. The man with a tender heart and eyes that spoke of unspoken depths; your significant other.

A grin spread across Choso’s face, curious and endearing as he watched you through half-lidded eyes. The affection in his gaze was yearning for. Whatever he was doing to you was working with how badly it drew you in, compelling you to hold him onto you. You feel a small, yet noticeable squeeze he responds with.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, his hand trailing from your cheek down to trace the line of your jaw, then resting softly at the base of your neck.

Nodding, you melted into his touch, savoring the comforting warmth of his skin against yours compared to the cold room. “Only because you were here," you muttered slightly embarrassed at the confession, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“You know,” Choso’s voice was a faint, hushed tone. His lips grazed against the shell of your ear, making you quiver for a moment. “If I could stop time, it’d be right now.”

A smile tugged at your lips as lifted your neck to peer up at him, sharing eye contact. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, but open enough to stare fully into you. They softened further as he looked at you, and it was in moments like this, that you saw a side of Choso that was for you and you alone.

The thought made you feel hot in your neck, as it arose to flush against your cheeks.

“Me too,” you whispered back, reaching up to trace the line of his jaw with your fingertips, feeling this delicate skin there. He caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm before laying it back down on his chest, over his heart. The steady beat under your hand was a comforting reminder; deja vu in some sort, of the quiet mornings you had shared just like this one.

Neither of you spoke for a long while, simply enjoying the closeness and the rare opportunity to linger in bed. As the sky outside lightened from dim yellow to soft blue, the silence between you was filled with shared smiles and lazy, contented sighs.

Choso was the first to break it, shifting slightly, pulling you to get a good arm around you. When given the okay, you nestled your head against his shoulder; feeling your messy hair nestled beneath you while feeling the rise and fall of his chest with each breath he took.

“I wouldn’t mind cold mornings every morning,” he grunted, his hand returning to stroke your back under the blankets. His touch was gentle and soothing, tracing patterns that made you relax even more in his hold.

“You tell me,” with a whisper of a giggle, you make out the sound of Choso’s chuckle responding to you, vibrating through his chest, a low, warm sound that erupted butterflies everywhere around.

Fluttering your eyes closed for extra rest, you’re interrupted by someone lifting your cheek for the second time. Raising your head to meet his gaze, and what you saw in his eyes—a mixture of adoration and sincerity—made you stop your plans of complaining for intruding on your “beauty sleep”.

Choso leaned in, closing the small gap between you, and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was slow and unhurried, evident by the lack of sleep you both got. Moving his hand from your cheek, he slides it into your hair, intertwining the soft strands with his fingers. His lips moved against yours tenderly, pulling away only to steal another, deeper this time, as if he couldn’t get enough.

When you finally broke the kiss to catch your breath, Choso chased your lips with a small, needy peck that made you laugh against his smooth lips.

With the hand grasping your hair, he pushes it towards his face and together, connecting your foreheads to touch as you both collect your breaths. Choso’s fingers moved down to trace the contours of your face, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear that escaped due to his holding as your eyes remained shut, taking in the pleasure. “I love these quiet moments with you,” he confessed, matching the smile that was gracing your lips.

“I love them too,” you replied, feeling a warmth spread through your body and up your spine. It was all Choso—his presence, his touch, his love. You knew that no matter how cold it got outside, how horrid the night had been before, with him by your side, you’d always feel the safest.

“You know,” he mused after a moment, his forehead leaving yours to gaze at your drowsed eyes. “we should probably think about getting up eventually. Can’t call out again this week.”

“A few more minutes,” you protested, not ready to let go of this peaceful interlude. The thought of leaving this comforting sanctuary seemed almost a crime.

Choso laughed at your desperate expression. Moving his head to lie on the pillow, he encouraged you to lay back on his chest. “A little longer then,” he agreed, and you could hear the cocky smirk in his voice.

As the morning lazily drifted by, you both lay there, wrapped up in each other. There was a comfort in the silence, each breath and touch a language only the two of you understood.

Occasionally, one of you would whisper something trivial—a comment about the weather, a thought about breakfast—but it was the silence that carried the weight of your words, filled with understanding.

With a final breath, you lifted yourself, quickly making pace. Knowing yourself, if you sat there on the bed for a short time, you would fall back into his embrace.

Sorting through the day’s necessities, you hear the creeks of the floor, telling you Choso has risen as well. Walking to use the bathroom, a gentle tug on your hand stopped you from moving further. “Hey,” he said, drawing you close against his chest, “thanks for this morning. It means more than you know.”

It was your turn to smile up at him. “Always,” you promised, giving him a reassuring squeeze to show the sincerity in the words you were telling him.

As he lets you return to your doings, Choso leans down to give you one more gentle kiss, which you return, smiling against.

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@siythn all rights reserved!

#ꜱɪʏᴛʜɴ #jjk #choso #choso x reader #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso x female reader #gojo #kamo choso #jjk choso #geto #xreader #modernau #jujutsu kaisen #jjkau #jjk x reader #toji #fluffy #nanami

[ironbatpaperturtle]

Thinking of a modern AU wherein Lucifer is dating Lilith and she would sometimes mention some thing about her ex, yes it Adam.

Of course its not too much where Lucifer would be jealous, actually most of what she mentions would be critism, for example: Lilith and Lucifer would stroll through the mall and Lilith would see a rock band shirt and spill a little 'what a tacky shirt, reminds me of when my ex used that same shirt to put out a fire he caused' or hear a song thats guitar covered and she'd roll her eyes 'my ex used to play that for 2 hours, wasted time'

And of course with how she talks about him, he'd immedietly assumed that this 'Adam' fellow was a deadbeat, cheap beer smelling, long hair, and even longer beard, rockstar wannabe.

So imagine Lucifers suprise when he actually sees this Adam, (idk how maybe Lilith and Adam recognized each other after seeing a movie) and sees the most drop dead gorgeous man his ever seen. Sure he has a few pounds on him (WHICH DIDNT JUST UNLOCK SOMETHING INSIDE OF LUCIFER NO SIR NO WAY) but overall a symmetrical face, a mop of brown hair that makes the man look cute instead of intimidating and brown no--gold? colored eyes.

BOW WOW

And hooboy Lucifer CANNOT SEE why Lilith left him. Until Adam opened his mouth "Sup cunt".

Y'know enemies to lovers (Adam sees Lucifer as an enemy but Lucifer can't bring himself to hate Adam) + slowburn + Adam's hips can't lie + Lilith: if Adam unconsiously steals my man imma steal his girl (Eve).

#hazbin hotel adam #adamsapple #adam x lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lilith hazbin hotel #eve hazbin hotel #modernAu

[lavender-honey-arts]

My rendition of a modern au cause i rewatching a few episodes and am still satly about the ending

So totally not brainrotting about Eclipsa again......(the character that's on her bg is supposed to be Wrathmelior! toms mom)

#star vs the forces of evil #star butterfly #myart #sketch #fanart #moon butterfly #eclipsa queen of darkness #eclipsa butterfly #eclipsa #au #modernau #digitalart #tomlucitor #witch #witchy vibes

[bythepen98]

Zutara ❤️💙│Modern Au

I wanted to see them wearing modern outfits and since I am a fashion disaster, I hit up pinterest and this was the result :)

…I hope the angle of the legs don't look too weird bc they were driving me crazy the whole time.

shameless plug in: I'm broke so if u want to support me, please do 🥺https://ko-fi.com/i/IO5O0MSQFR

#fanart #zutara #modernau #zutarafanart #zuko x katara #zuko #katara #atla fanart #atla #GRAYSCALE BABY #...well mostly #still took me 6+ hours though #not including the breaks in between #they look so cute :( #hope the clothes i chose suit them #want them to look enamoured w e/o AND photoshoot ready

[aoedeart]

“On a certain day in the future, Qi Yan would definitely remember.” [Modern day Qi Yan and Emperor Nangong Zhenzhen • Clear and Muddy Loss of Love]

#jwqs #jwwj #泾渭情殇 #qijing #baihe #wlw #yuri #fanart #modernau #clear and muddy loss of love #two adamant hearts #qi yan #nangong jingnu

[luna-lux]

two halves of the same soul meet again

#achilles #patroclus #patrochilles #tsoa #thesongofachilles #greekmythology #modernau #iliad #i'm back with the patrochilles ToT

[epochofbelief]

Strictly Confidential: A Feysand Modern AU

She's a law student turned confidential informant. He's a federal prosecutor with only one goal: bringing down her boyfriend for illegal activity . . . What could go wrong?

Chapter Two

Masterlist Link

Thanks for your patience, everyone. Here's chapter two! Things are going to start happening very soon. I'm very excited. Please let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist! Just a heads up, there were a few who requested to be tagged whose profiles wouldn't let me link them!

PS: Here's the link to the masterlist of one of my other full-length Feysand fics: What to Expect When You're (Not) Expecting

Happy Reading :)

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Feyre turned to locate the source of the voice and came face to face with the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

He was tall, taller than Jax, his all-black suit impeccably tailored to the contours of a lean but muscular body. His dark hair matched his suit, and eyes a peculiar shade of blue—almost violet—locked onto Feyre for a moment before the man turned his attention to Jax.

“You’ve been monopolizing Ms. Archeron’s time, Smith,” the man said, arms crossing over his chest, muscles shifting beneath the fabric.

“Rhysand,” Jax sneered. “We were just having a friendly conversation.”

The man—Rhysand—raised one dark eyebrow, moving closer. As he stepped into the alcove, the space grew smaller. Like Rhysand's very presence couldn’t possibly be contained by the shadowy corner of the event center.

“Be that as it may,” Rhysand said, stepping up to Feyre’s side and staring down at Jax. “I believe my father is looking for you.”

The blood drained from Jax’s face, his head whipping toward the center part of the room.

“It seemed urgent,” Rhysand drawled, adjusting one of his cuff links. “And we all know how much my father despises being kept waiting.”

Jax turned back around to glare at Rhysand, his eyes flicking back down to Feyre as he inched backward toward the event center. “Until we meet again, Feyre.”

Feyre barely had time to flash him a close-lipped smile before Jax whirled around and bolted out of the alcove.

Feyre swallowed, turning toward her savior, once again struck by his beauty as he gazed at her, his violet blue eyes searching hers.

“I owe you one,” Feyre breathed, leaning back against the wall behind her, partially due to relief at escaping Jax and partially because she needed to put some space between her and the beautiful man standing mere inches away.

Rhysand lifted a shoulder, taking a step back, as if he could sense her need for space. “Jax Smith is . . . Well, let’s just say I eagerly await the day he gives me a reason to report him to the Office of Discipline for an ethical violation.”

“You should’ve given him a few more minutes. He might have gotten there,” Feyre said. Rhysand blinked, and then Feyre clapped her hands over her mouth.

“Oh, my gods. I—I should not have said that.” She muttered, squeezing her eyes shut. Gods, she was stupid. And unprofessional.

But a soft chuckling had Feyre freezing where she stood against the wall, eyes fluttering open.

Rhysand was even more attractive when laughing. His blue eyes twinkled, and he extended a hand in her direction.

“Rhysand Night,” he said, hand warm against Feyre’s as she took it. “United States Attorney for the Eastern District of Erilea.”

“Feyre Archeron,” Feyre said. “I’m a 3L at Prythian Law, but I’ll be starting at Hybern & Night next year.”

Rhysand's brows lifted. "Impressive."

Feyre shrugged. “You said your last name is Night,” she ventured, arms folding across her chest. “But you don't work for Hybern & Night?”

Rhysand ran a hand through his silky hair, fingers slipping through the inky black strands. Feyre's eyes tracked the motion so closely that she almost missed what he said next.

“The ‘Night’ in Hybern & Night is my father, and I suppose my grandfather before him,” he admitted, and Feyre could have sworn his jaw tightened at the words. “But no, I don’t work for his firm. I’m much better suited for federal prosecution.”

Something in his voice told Feyre that wasn’t the sole reason Rhysand had chosen not to follow his family’s legacy. But she didn’t press the issue.

“How long have you worked as a prosecutor?” Feyre asked.

“About five years,” Rhysand said. “I graduated from Prythian Law in 2018 and worked as a state prosecutor for a year before I landed this job.”

Silence fell, and Feyre drained the last bit of wine from her glass. “Well, thanks for your help,” she said, skirting around Rhysand and aiming for bar. Even as she glanced back over her shoulder at him, as if she couldn't resist a final look.

“Please, let me get you another glass of wine,” he said, following behind her. He kept a respectful distance between them as he fell into step at her side.

Feyre shrugged, even as an odd relief swept through her at his continuing presence. “I’m headed that direction anyways.”

But getting across the room proved more cumbersome than Feyre anticipated—it seemed as though everyone knew Rhysand and his reputation. People were either falling over themselves to shake his hand, eager to congratulate him on a recent case he had just won, or they were glaring at him as he passed, muttering to their companions as soon as Rhysand was out of earshot.

But even the ones who didn’t outright glare, even the ones who seemed desperate to speak with him, seemed to approach him with a certain . . . hesitation. Like interacting with Rhysand was a necessary evil, something they were reluctant to do but did anyway. Perhaps because of his father? Or his reputation?

Feyre made a mental note to do some serious LinkedIn stalking later.

While Feyre desperately wanted another glass of wine, walking across the room with Rhysand gave her plenty of opportunity to network, exactly as she had set out to do in the first place. Rhysand was incredibly polite, introducing her to whatever lawyers crossed his path and drawing Feyre into each of the conversations they pulled him into. And even if the person he introduced her to shook her hand and turned back to Rhysand, intent on engaging him in conversation, Rhysand went out of his way to ask Feyre what she thought about the legal issue or topic they were discussing. Feyre felt herself growing more and more impressed, especially when Rhysand turned all the “congratulations” he received away from himself, emphasizing that he couldn’t do anything without his department and the many interns it employed.

So not only was he incredibly polite, but he was gracious and humble as well.

At last, they made it to the bar, and Rhysand procured two more glasses of wine, slipping a ten-dollar bill into the tip jar as he did so.

“Sorry,” he said, as he and Feyre drifted over to the front of the event center, finding a table to stand at as they sipped their wine.

At some point, Feyre couldn't identify when, an unspoken agreement to stick together had formed between them. She had accepted the glass of wine from Rhysand and followed him to this table without question. Like it was them against the room full of ambitious lawyers, desperate to network their way to the top.

“For what?” Feyre asked.

“Dragging you through all that,” he said, a ghost of a smile crossing his face. “I’m sure that was more networking than you bargained for.”

Feyre shook her head, hair shifting over her shoulders. “It was entertaining.”

“Oh?” Rhysand raised an eyebrow.

“I enjoyed watching you scare the shit out of everyone,” Feyre said, shocked at her own daring even as the words floated into the air between them.

Rhysand barked a laugh, drawing several gazes, the eyes of those nearest to them widening as the United States Attorney chuckled so freely. “You know what? I enjoyed doing it.”

Rhysand smiled at her, and dammit if Feyre didn’t almost swoon at the sight. She opened her mouth to ask him more about his job, perhaps to start figuring out why he was a prosecutor instead of working at his father’s firm, when her phone vibrated in the pocket of her suit. Sighing, she pulled it out, glancing at image glaring up at her.

TAMLIN SPRING flashed across the cracked screen of her iPhone, a picture of him from one of their initial dates on full display. They’d gone on a hike at the Illyrian mountain range about an hour outside of town, and Feyre had snapped this photo when they’d reached the top of their hiking trail, Tamlin smiling in front of a gorgeous overlook, the mountains tall and green behind him, a sparkling river trailing across the bottom.

Feyre hit the power button, setting the phone face down on the table. “Sorry about that,” she said, shooting Rhysand an apologetic smile. “Where were we?”

But Rhysand had gone still as death, his gaze fixed on her overturned phone.

“Rhysand?” Feyre asked.

He still didn’t answer, his violet blue eyes so wide she could see the whites all the way around his irises. “Is something wrong?”

Rhysand blinked, his shoulders loosening, eyes softening so quickly Feyre almost thought she had imagined his strange behavior. “Who was that?” He asked, sipping casually from his wine, gaze slipping coolly over the room in front of them. As though nothing had happened.

“Um… My boyfriend,” Feyre said, figuring it was a harmless enough question. “He must have forgotten I had this event tonight.”

Typical Tamlin. She had told him she would be busy until at least eight, and he had clearly forgotten, or just didn’t care. Of course, if Feyre called him when he was busy at work, she would hear about it for the next two days, be forced to listen to him complain about her “distracting him” while he was doing business.

“I see,” was all Rhysand said.

Feyre asked Rhysand a few more innocuous questions about his job, how he enjoyed Prythian Law, and whether he had any advice for her. Rhysand was just asking her if she’d had the same Criminal Law professor as he did when he was at Prythian when her phone buzzed again.

And then again.

Feyre picked up her phone, sighing as Tamlin’s image blazed on the screen once more. She shot Rhysand an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry, but I’ve got to take this. It could be an emergency.”

She didn’t wait for Rhysand to respond, instead stepping a few feet away and picking up as quickly as possible. If he called too many times and she didn’t answer, it was just another reason for him to start a fight.

“Feyre. Where the hell are you?”

Feyre frowned. “I’m at that networking event. Remember?”

A long-suffering sigh. “I had a really bad day at work. Can I pick you up now? Take you home? You’re downtown, aren’t you? Probably just a couple blocks away.”

Tamlin almost sounded frantic, more worry than anger seeping into his voice as his words tripped out one after the other.

“Are you all right? What happened?” Feyre asked, pressing her hand against her free ear to drown out the noise of the event. To her left, Rhysand was tracking her every movement, wine glass forgotten on the table in front of him.

“I’m fine. Just need my girl.”

Feyre bit her lip. If she said no… She would never hear the end of it. And she’d met and spoken to plenty of people tonight, hadn’t she? And Rhysand was an excellent new connection to have. Plus, it had been a long day. A nice, long shower sounded divine…

“Alright,” she relented, telling him the name of the event center she was at. She knew it was only a five minute drive from the apartment she shared with Tamlin, so when she hung up, she hurried back over to Rhysand.

“Is everything alright?” Rhysand asked, his deep voice level, almost calculatingly so.

Feyre shrugged, downing the rest of her wine. “It’ll be fine. My boyfriend is on his way home, and offered to pick me up so I don’t have to walk in the dark to get there. He’ll be here in a few minutes.”

If only that had been the real reason Tamlin wanted her to come home. Because it was dark, and getting later, and she would have had to walk home alone in her heels and suit through the city streets if he hadn't called. But the lie slipped easily across her tongue—it was simple enough, really. It wasn't the first time she'd lied about the way her boyfriend treated her, and she knew it wouldn't be the last.

Rhysand nodded. “That’s very kind of him.”

Feyre sighed. “Thank you again, for helping me out back there. And introducing me to all those people. It made the night worth it.”

Rhysand nodded, his expression earnest, although bereft of any of the easy smiles he had flashed at her earlier in the evening. “It was my pleasure, Feyre. Perhaps I’ll run into you at another one of these events.”

“Perhaps,” Feyre said, then stiffened as Tamlin’s truck pulled up in front of the building. “That’s him,” she said, shouldering her purse and backpack. “Thanks again, really. Good luck with everything!”

Feyre allowed herself to look back at the event center only once. Not as she strode back through the entrance, nor as she clicked across the sidewalk to the passenger side of Tamlin’s car. Not even when she opened the door and clambered into the enormous truck.

No, she waited until she was safely behind the tinted windows before her eyes found Rhysand.

He was still standing at the table they shared, wineglass half-empty in front of him, his eyes fixed on Tamlin’s truck with hawklike focus, tracking it until Tamlin turned the corner, leaving the event center, and Rhysand, far behind.

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Tamlin drove like a maniac through the heart of downtown. Feyre doubted he lifted his foot off the gas until he pulled into the parking garage beneath their building. He was out of the car and halfway to the elevator banks by the time Feyre caught up with him, lugging her bags along with her, trying not to exacerbate the blisters on her heels as she struggled to keep up.

“What’s wrong?” She demanded when they finally made it up to their apartment.

Feyre kicked off her heels, dumping all her bags on the ground. Home.

Now if only she could sleep. But instead, she had forty pages of reading to do for her Environmental Law class, and she had a feeling the next hour would be occupied with comforting Tamlin.

“Just a long, horrible day at work,” Tamlin sighed, striding towards her, his hands wrapping around her waist as he tugged her against him.

Feyre bit her lip as she felt him against her—he was already ready for her. She twined her arms over his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his lips.

She knew he loved her, in his own way.

Hadn’t she been the one he called tonight? Wasn't she the one he relied on when things got tough? The one he trusted when times grew more and more trying?

“How are you now?” She breathed as his lips moved against hers, his hands sliding down to her upper thighs. In one swift movement, he had lifted her off the ground and into his arms, pressing her against the wall.

“Better with every passing second,” he growled, lips covering hers once again.

Feyre hummed against him, her lips parting to allow his tongue to sweep in, tracing the seam of her lips before her own tongue tangled with his. Her breaths grew short, and she adjusted herself against him and the wall, Tamlin hissing as she brushed against his hard length. Feyre gasped as he ground against her in return, her fingers digging into the hard muscle of his back.

It had been a very, very long day, Feyre told herself, as Tamlin carried her through the house and laid her down gently on the bed, with a tenderness he only ever showed when he was touching her. He knew exactly when to be gentle with her, and when to give her everything she wanted. It was a sharp contrast to the dynamic they shared at all other times in their relationship.

But here, in their darkened bedroom, the lights of the city shining in through the wall of windows to Feyre’s left . . . Here, Tamlin knew just where to touch her, how to hold her.

And she was putty in his hands.

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Feyre broke her vow.

One week after she met Rhysand, she was still doing the same exact thing.

Waking up, going to school, coming home, going to Crossfit, and spending all of her free time with Tamlin and Lucien, who had been present more frequently than usual the past week. And while having Lucien around usually made things more interesting, and it was lovely to have a buffer between her and Tamlin, Feyre couldn’t help but feel relieved when she waved the pair out the door on Friday morning. They had a last-minute business trip somewhere out west, and would be gone until the early hours of Monday morning.

Feyre was looking forward to spending the entire weekend by herself. She already had everything planned out:

Study for most of the day Friday, then go for a walk in the enormous city park before it got too dark. On her way home, she was going to splurge and order takeout, and then spend the rest of her night on the couch, with a bottle of wine in one hand and a book in the other. An actual novel this time, not one of her textbooks.

So after spending a day in the library, Feyre walked the ten minutes from the Law School over to Sangravah Park, her headphones blasting the Pride and Prejudice (1995) soundtrack at top volume.

The park was lovely this time of year—in late September, the summer heat had finally leached away, but the crispness of autumn hadn’t fully set in. Feyre was perfectly comfortable in a pair of leggings and a long sleeve t-shirt, her golden-brown hair tied back in a high ponytail. She set off on her usual route through Sangravah—a three-mile path that took her through her favorite parts of the park. Past the enormous pond, still covered in lilypads, through an enormous copse of willow trees, and past several of the enormous architectural structures that called the park home: the Prythian Art Museum, a sculpture garden, and an enormous temple-like building that sat in the center of another pond, no way to reach it unless you wanted to swim.

For the first time in a while, Feyre felt like she could relax. She didn’t have to be anywhere, to do anything, at any time. Tamlin was hundreds of miles away and she was at her leisure.

Lost in thought, Feyre was about halfway through her route when a man jogging in the opposite direction clipped her shoulder with his.

Feyre almost went flying, the force of the blow sending her stumbling a few steps off the path.

“My apologies, ma’am,” the man said, striding closer to her. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

Feyre cleared her throat, finding her feet and holding back a glare. Best not to anger the strange man in the middle of the park with no one else around. “No worries,” she said, and made to resume her walk.

“Miss?” The man’s voice filtered through her headphones. Feyre turned, settling them around her shoulders.

“Yes?” She asked, hand on hip.

“I’m Special Agent Cassian Claret.” He reached a hand into his pocket, and Feyre stepped back, wondering if she would finally have a reason to use the pepper spray she kept with her on walks precisely for moments like these.

But the man merely pulled out a small leather wallet-thing, flipping it open. “I’m with the FBI. Do you have a few moments to speak with me?”

His introduction finally registered. Special Agent Cassian Claret.

Feyre stared at him, her jaw slackening.

Cassian cleared his throat after several long moments. “Ms. Archeron?”

“How do you know my name?” Feyre asked, backing up further, her hand gripping the pepper spray on her keychain, the bottle suddenly feeling pathetically small as she faced down Cassian, who was simply enormous.

His dark hair fell to just below his ruggedly chiseled chin, a five o’clock shadow already prominent on the lower half of his face. The sweats he wore did nothing to conceal his muscular frame—he was taller and broader than even Tamlin. His hazel eyes tracked her every movement with a laserlike focus.

Feyre’s pepper spray didn’t stand a chance.

“You’re not in trouble,” Cassian said. “I can assure you. I just need to speak with you for a few minutes.”

Feyre stared at him.

“Here. These are my credentials.” He tossed the wallet-like thing at her, and she managed to catch it in her sweaty hands, peering down at the credentials inside. It looked real . . .

“Do you have a business card?” Feyre asked, partially because the man didn’t feel dangerous in the way others she had encountered in the park did, and partially because she had a feeling that if she tried to run, he would have no problem chasing her down and catching her.

Cassian nodded, pulling out a business card and handing it over. Feyre examined it, then pulled out her phone.

Cassian waited, hands clasped behind his back. No one had passed them on the path for a very long time. Was it his doing?

Feyre did a quick Google search for the local FBI office, then called the 24 hour line. Cassian’s forehead creased as she held the phone up to her ear.

Minutes passed. She was placed on hold. Then—

“Prythian County FBI. How can I assist you?”

“Hi,” Feyre said, voice shaking slightly. “I need to verify the identity of an agent.”

She provided Cassian’s name. The woman asked her to ask him for some sort of identification number, which Cassian relayed without protest when Feyre asked. Feyre repeated the number back to the woman, who told her that yes, Feyre was currently speaking with Special Agent Cassian Claret, who was on assignment.

“Thank you,” Feyre said, shutting off her phone.

“Satisfied?” Cassian asked, not a trace of irritation present in his voice.

Feyre swallowed. “Yes. Um. What is this about? What could you possibly want from me?”

“Well, Ms. Archeron. We need your help with a rather sensitive matter. It’s best not discussed here,” Cassian said. “Perhaps we could walk back toward my car?”

“I’m not getting in your car.”

Cassian held up his hands. “That may be your choice. I completely understand your caution. But I think if you see who’s accompanying me, you might feel differently.”

Feyre blinked up at him, returning his wallet and card and falling into step beside him as he turned, leading Feyre back the way she had come.

“Who’s accompanying you?”

As they crested the small hill Feyre had just trekked down, a black car came into view, parked on the street alongside the park. Cassian didn’t answer Feyre’s question as they drew close to the car.

Close enough that when the back window rolled down, Feyre recognized a familiar pair of violet-blue eyes.

“Rhysand,” she breathed.

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•○ Too high for this ○•

tw: afab smut, drunken sex, high sex, fingering, oral, mentions of breeding, no condom (wrap it up pls), slight choking, overstim (if you squint), sorta mean dom scara(?), reader uses they/them pronouns, and degradation 

Modern Au! Scaramouche x Reader

Idk I think You're All I Want by Cigarettes After Sex would be good with this

wc - 1.9k

Finally back at Y/n shared apartment, Scaramouche and both stumbled inside both trying to be as quiet as possible looking at the stove for the clock, 1:49am. Well the two know even if they remembered having a class in the morning, they were defiantly not going. 

The two threw off their shoes next to the door, and staggered over to Y/n's room letting out small giggles. Scaramouche jumped onto Y/n's bed as they pulled off their clothes to put on comfortable clothes while Scaramouche watched with a smile and redden cheeks. 

Y/n looked to see his eyes on them and rolled their eyes while grabbing a pair of sweatpants and throwing them at his face. "Scara... Have you ever rolled?" Y/n asked as they got on their knees and reached under their bed. "Yeah back at home, me and Kazu would smoke a bit here and there, you want me to roll of you?" 

Y/n nodded as they got up and handed him a jar then some rillos and a rolling tray with Kuromi on it with a matching lighter. "That's cute," he muttered taking the things with a smile as their hand as pressed on his thigh to suppose their weight as Y/n gave Scaramouche a quick kiss. "Roll some good ones, I'll go make us a few drinks, okay?" 

He nodded with flushed cheeks as they gave him a teasing grin as they left the room. "I love them," he muttered to himself as his hands got to work, his smile not bothering to falter until Y/n stumbled in, "Do you want watermelon, cranberry, strawberry, mango, or cherry? We got juices and I plan on mixing so our tongues won't be so numb from both." 

His eyes glanced up as he thought for a moment, "Just whatever, or you can bring them all, you do got your little mini fridge in the corner," Y/n paused for a moment, "When did I get that?" Scaramouche furrowed his eyebrows at them before they turned to him and laughed. "Oh well, I'll be back with everything then," they turned to him, a hand going to his face and cupping it forcing him to look into their eyes. 

"Unless you'd like to help me baby?" His heart thumped loudly as he pressed his lips onto their for a split second, "Yeah." No other words and they both left with two blunts rolled for them to share as the staggered to the kitchen and back arms carrying multiple bottles of juice and the one large bottle of alcohol. Before they both went on the bed, Y/n opened the window in their room so the smoke could flow out and not stink up the whole room when they lit the blunts.

Two large plastic cups were also brought in as Y/n handed on to their friend and poured themselves both something with juice was only about a fourth of the cup, the rest filled with alcohol. Y/n took a large swig as they got up from their bed and grabbed the blunts and their cute lighter, before lighting it up and taking a puff as they fell back onto the bed beside their friend.

He took the blunt front their outstretched hand happily doing the same as he held in the puffs, his mouth let the smoke flow out his mouth as he pressed his lips to theirs. "Wait..." They muttered as they pulled back. Scaramouche frowned a bit, his head dizzy and his vision, "I'm not completely fucked up, but still, let's finish the blunt. And also, do you fully consent to anything that happens tonight?" 

Scaramouche lazily nodded his head as he took the joint from Y/'s hand before they could get a puff, them yelling out a small 'hey!'. "Now, now, don't go smoking all my shit," they grumbled taking the half finished blunt as they got up to turn on the ceiling fan since it was getting a bit hot. 

Y/n sat on Scaramouche's lap as his lips began to press against their exposed skin on their shoulders and neck. Letting out a small hum of satisfaction, then gestured of the male to take the joint only for him to shake his head. "Finish it, I'll be fine..." 

Their lips parted a bit to hold the blunt there, taking small puffs every couple of seconds, as the male pressed kiss to their neck, gently sucking on the skin as his hands trailed down to their shorts. "Is this alright with you sweetheart?" They nodded as his hands had slipped under their shorts and panties his fingers lightly brushing against their slit. 

"Oh look at you baby," he muttered in their ear, as they glanced down at his hand, "You're so wet for me, how cute," he mumbled as he peered over their shoulder to actually see his hand, but frowned at their clothes. "Right, pull those off for me." 

They pouted a bit as they did so before slumping back against his chest as his hands went back down to their wet pussy. "Look, it's so pretty," his fingers had split their lips apart as his fingers slowly pushed inside of their entrance. "Oh, you dirty slut... You're practically swallowing my fingers," he muttered as they moaned softly at his words, lightly bucking their hips. 

"Finish your blunt slut, you won't need to worry since I'm still making sure your getting pleasured doll," he murmured as he pressed kisses to their exposed shoulders as he pulled his fingers away making them whine at the lost touch. "Edge of the bed," he spoke slowly as he slipped off the bed, and sat between their legs. 

He grabbed their thighs and placed them over his shoulder as he immediately dove into cunt licking up as he not so subtly pressed their thighs to close around his head. He moaned at their taste as one of their hands had tangled in his hair and tugged rather roughly. 

"Archons..." he muttered as he glanced up at Y/n who was already looking down at him, finishing the rest of the blunt. "You look so pretty between my legs," they muttered as his lips had encircled their clit sucking on it lightly making them moan loudly as their hand in his hair pulled roughly making him groan into their cunt. 

His fingers had prodded at their entrance before slipping in his middle and ring finger in their dripping pussy. "You taste so good, my good little bitch," he mumbled into them as they finished their blunt pressing it onto the headboard to put it out before putting it on their nightstand. 

"Scara," they muttered as they buckled their hips into his face, "'m gonna cum," they moaned out as his tongue gave their slit on finally lick before pulling away shaking his head, "No, Nu-uh... You're not cumming unless it's on my dick," he grumbled as he pulled down his borrowed sweatpants and pressed their knees to their chest rubbing his tip at their dripping entrance. 

"Look at you, you look so cute... He mumbled as he pushed his tip inside of their cunt groaning at how their hole seemed to pull him in. "God damn it," he groaned as he sunk his cock deeper into them all the way to the base, his balls lightly slapping against their ass. 

He hissed as he pulled out leaving the tip in before plunging back in, making Y/n moan as he moved their legs from their chest to his sides. "You dumb slut, you like that don't you?" He mumbled as they nodded at his words before finally moving his hips to set a steady pace. 

"Hm, never would I have thought I'd be fucking you Y/n," he slurred as he began to pick up the pace a bit with his thrust making them moan louder. "The smart ass sibling of Al-Haitham in high school, god, I liked you so much, and now Y/n," he stopped to raise on of their legs up to his shoulder as he thrusted once more. 

He finally hit a spot making Y/n see stars as they babbled out of pleasure making him continuously pound into that one spot, "There's your g-spot," he muttered as his hips snapped aggressively his ball slapping against their ass as he pounded into them. 

He felt their walls tightening around them as he pulled out for a second as Y/n whined as they were nearly about to cum, "Oh the bed, face down ass up you dumb bitch," he said as his eyes raked over their body as they moved to bury their face into a pillow with their ass up in the air. His body moved slowly as he went behind them and slipped his dick back into their hole that squeezed him tightly. 

Scaramouche groaned at the feeling of their velvet walls, his hands gripped at their hips harshly as he pulled their body to thrust onto his dick. "There you go, that's my good bitch," he muttered as Y/n thrusted their own body onto the male's cock. "Yes, fuck yourself on me, you like that don't you?" 

His eyes stared at every part of their body he could as Y/n fucked themself onto his dick, moaning like a little bitch in heat, their hands gripped the sheets tightly as they buried their face into their pillow to muffle some of their sounds. 

Scaramouche leaned back as he pulled Y/n to sit down on his dick, his hand reaching around to wrap around their neck, "There you go slut, I did it all for you, now fuck yourself on me like a good little fucktoy," they moaned as they listened to his words chasing their high once more. "I feel you clenching your tight little cunt on me, you gonna cum?" 

Y/n nodded as they bit their lip, as Scaramouche pressed small kisses to their exposed skin, "You want my cum? Hm?" They nodded unable to speak as their mouth was too busy moaning loudly, "You want in you? You want me to breed you like a good little bitch?" 

They nodded rapidly as they continued to bounce themself up and down on his dick more, "Then cum my little slut," he muttered in their ear as they fucked themself down on his dick a little bit more before clenching around him tightly. "There you go," he groaned out as he moved both of his hand to grip on their hips harshly. 

"There you," he cooed into their ear as he pushed his dick as deep as he could before his cum gushed inside of their gummy walls. "There you go my good little slut," he mumbled as he pressed light kisses against their skin. "Taking my cum and dick so well..." He muttered as they both panted heavily trying to catch their breaths. 

Scaramouche slipped his dick out of Y/n's cum filled cunt with a groan as, they fell onto the bed with a little giggle, "You sleep Y/n, I'll clean you up, okay?" They nodded feeling their eyes close way too drunk, way too high, and way too fucked out of their mind to do anything else besides sleep. 

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[chaotic-on-main]

Sunrise | ModernAU One-Shot

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ best friends to lovers, parental emotional abuse, FLUFF, slight hurt/comfort

☾ A/N ➼ This might be a little self indulgent, but I hope y'all like it anyways. The things the mom said may or may not be things my mother has said to me. I'm okay, before anyone asks lol. I hope this is comforting to others out there. Love you guys! Time to start of June's outline. :3

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2.2k

text convo made by @humanitys-strongest-bamf <3

Your silver sedan sits in the street in front of Levi’s apartment, headlights glowing on the other cars around you. Soft rock plays through the speakers as you drum your fingers on the steering wheel in impatience, the vibrant blue console lights lighting up your face. You had sent him a ‘here!’ which was left on read, meaning he was still up but still nowhere in sight. Maybe he couldn’t find his shoes? No, that wasn’t like him. He has a cubby by the door for them, which he kept immaculate. Just as you were going through other impossible scenarios, there’s a sharp knock on the passenger door that makes you jump. It’s Levi, double fisting two teas in to-go cups as you requested.

“Will you get the door, dumbass? My hands are full.” You hear muffled through the glass. It takes a bit of strain, but you lean over to unlatch the door and push it so Levi can kick it open with the tip of his shoe carefully. The internal lights pop on, blinding you momentarily but when your vision adjusts, you see Levi extending a long-sleeved arm to you with your drink.

“You remembered!” You exclaim, grabbing the warm cup from him so he can place his own down in the cup holder before sliding himself in the seat next to you.

“You asked for it.” He grumbles as he buckles himself in and then stares over at you, deadpan. His eyes widen a bit as he takes in the sight of you. "Is that my sweater?" You were indeed wearing Levi's thick, gray turtleneck. His favorite one, at that. You notice he says nothing about the red puffiness around your eyes.

“Well hello to you too, grumpy.” You smirk over at him as you take a careful sip of your tea, ignoring his question and relishing the flavors that Levi chose. It’s a blend that Levi had made special for you a while back, strong and smooth and a little fruity. Levi wasn’t a fan of it, but you loved it - for more reasons than you wouldn’t dare say.

“I’m not grumpy. And I’ve been looking for that all week. I’ll take it from you by force if I have to.”

“Mmm, kinky.” He scoffs but says nothing, looking away. You shift in your seat so you're facing him, linking your fingers together and resting your chin on them as you stare over at him. He gives you a side-eye, then a scowl.

"I am not driving, forget it." Levi snaps at you.

.

“So, what was it this time?” Levi mutters over to you from the driver’s side. He has the window down, hair wind-swept as he stares out into the very early morning darkness. His index finger taps on the steering wheel to the beat of the song playing in the background.

“Hm?” You don't bother looking over you as you speak. You have your arms placed up on the door with your head resting on them, your face lighting up every couple seconds from the glow of the passing street lights.

“What kept you awake this time?” You think for a moment about how you want to word what made your heart ache today. Even after 17 years of friendship, you still struggle with talking about your feelings with him. An emotional disconnection you’ve had since before you met him so long ago. He understood though and never asked, which is why he sat so patiently while you pieced together your thoughts. Nothing coherent came to mind, though.

“I don't…" You trail off, clearing your throat in discomfort. You bring your hand to your mouth and start chewing on your thumbnail.

"…know how to word it?" Levi finishes for you. As always, he was so good at reading you.

"Look at you finishing my sentences. You know, the whole friend group thinks we're secretly dating. Hange even has a bet."

"Oh yeah? What did shitty-glasses wager on this one?” Levi quips without missing a beat. He rolls to a stop at a four-way and takes this time to give you a full exasperated stare.

"Something about cleaning Miche's and Nanaba's shared apartment if they lost.“ You laugh before taking another sip of your tea. It's sweetened just the way you like it. Levi is great at remembering the little things like that.

“Tch. Then they better start cleaning.” Levi grumbles as he pushes down on the gas pedal gently. Levi didn't press, but you knew the conversation was well from over. He would never tell you, but he always wanted to know what was on your mind, especially when you were this upset. To you, however, he didn't need to. His quick glances at you every other stoplight told you enough how present he is for you, and always would be.

You stick your head out the window and smile at the warm breeze against your face. When you stare up at the sky, your vision is filled with pale stars and a bright moon. A couple clouds float by, lit up from the moonlight. It really is a perfect right for a drive.

"Do we have a destination in mind?" He turns the volume dial up a bit, the same soft rock from before now at a moderate level. You wouldn't mind it being louder, but with Levi's question now lingering in the air, skull shaking volume would have to wait.

"I don't, actually. I was hoping you’d just drive and see where it takes us." You give him a huge grin and a finger gun, and Levi just snorts in response.

"Alright then. Let's see where this takes us."

.

Around an hour and half later, Levi and you find yourselves still in the car on a gentle incline. You have no idea where Levi was taking you but now with the faint light of the early morning, you can see you're somewhere with lots of trees. Both of you are far from tired, disposable cups now empty. You’ve been staring at Levi for the last ten minutes with glazed eyes as your mind wanders. His voice snaps you back.

“Before you say anything about the eye bags, just know you’re part of the problem.” He says dryly with pursed lips.

“Pfft, your sleep problems are yours and yours alone.” You roll your eyes at that, but you can’t hold back your smile. The car slows down before turning off on a dirt path to your left. It’s still quite dark from the canopy of leaves above, so your view is limited to what the headlights illuminate.

“Oh, is this the day? You’re finally going to murder me and dispose of my body in the forest where it belongs?? What is it, head bludgeoning or a gunshot?” You feign an excited tone, wide eyes and toothy grin to accentuate it.

“Trust me. When I get rid of you, it’ll be much more thrilling than either of those.”

“Boo.” You stick your tongue out and pout.

Levi rolls the car down the path slowly, keeping his eye out for anything that might be in the way. It was relatively safe with only fallen leaves and small twigs littering the road. There’s a light at the end of it and after a moment, the car breaks through and then Levi puts the car in park. Your breath is taken away in a mere second.

You unfasten your seat belt and throw yourself out of the car quickly. Not bothering to shut the door behind you, you run over to the edge of the cliff that you find yourself on. You’re not sure how high up you are but it’s a considerable distance because the trees that litter the valley beneath you are quite small. It’s all green, broken up by a wide river that you suspect is the very same one that cuts through town. A layer of low fog weaves through the whole valley, and you imagine how pretty the morning dew must be from it. On the horizon, you see the beginning of pinks and oranges start to paint the sky. The sun is about to break.

Raising your hands above your head, you scream with exhilaration. A warm gust of wind blows against your face, throwing your hair back and tangling in the breeze. This was the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen, you think.

“Levi Ackerman, you jerk! How could you keep something like this from me!?” You yell as you turn around quickly, meeting his stormy gray eyes. He’s staring at you with a lopsided smile while he leans against the driver’s side door, arms and legs crossed.

“I can’t let you in on all of my secrets. That’s just not fair.” He shrugs with nonchalance.

“Does almost two decades of friendship mean nothing to you?” You smirk over at him.

Levi makes his way to the hood of the car and sits back on it, patting the spot next to him for you. You raise your eyebrow at him but amble over to him anyways before pulling yourself up as well. Your legs curl up under you as you cross them, noting the metal underneath you bending more than you’d like. Whatever, your car is on its last leg anyways.

You both sit in silence for a moment. Birds chirp and sing behind you in the trees, the rustling of the leaves signifies the start of their early morning routines. The sun still hasn’t made an appearance, and you gauge it’ll probably be another fifteen or so minutes until it wakes up for the day.

“So. What happened?” Levi pipes up next to you. When you twist your head to look at him, you notice a softness in his eyes; a look he reserves for when it’s just you and him. Pulling your legs up to your chest, you rest your cheek against your knee as you continue to watch Levi.

“My mother called me again.” You frown a little, now matching the one Levi points your way.

“You answered, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. I told myself not to but then I got worried that maybe something happened. So, I picked it up. It started off okay…” You trail off as you reposition your head so that you are now resting your chin in the crook of where your knees met. The oranges and pinks glow brighter with every passing second.

“What did she say this time?” he asks gently.

“Oh, the usual. ‘You know how I feel about quitters’ and ‘it makes me sad to see your wasted potential’ then ended it with something along the lines of ‘being selfish’.” You laugh sardonically at that, heavy bitterness seeping into your tone.

“You know better than to-“

“Than to answer I know.” You snap. You continue to stare at an invisible airplane in the distance. The wind starts stinging your eyes, or was it tears? You blink hard to get whatever it was out.

“- than to believe any of that shit.” Levi retorts. He shifts next to you, the groaning of the metal underneath you both breaking up the momentary silence.

“I know, and it’s just so frustrating that it still gets under my skin. It’s been years since I’ve left. You’d think I’d be over it by now.” Your voice gives you away with a crack. You sniffle and rub your eyes with the sleeves of Levi’s sweater. Your tears leave dark marks against the gray. Levi mumbles your name, and you sit up and turn your head back to him. He just stares at you with his lips parted, thinking of what he wanted to say.

“Healing isn’t linear, nor is it clean. It’s going to have its moments where you feel like you’re falling back and it’s becoming too loud and chaotic. But you are healing, you need to be patient with yourself.” He says over to you gently, before bumping against your shoulder with his own affectionately. He’s a lot closer than you thought he was. “And don’t answer her calls anymore.” You continue to stare at him, this time in wonder.

“Hey Levi?” You ask softly.

“Hm?”

“You know you’re my best friend, right?”

This time Levi stares at you, but with what you’re not sure. You don’t get a moment to think as Levi leans into you, slowly. His lips linger across from yours, as if waiting for you to pull away. You don’t. Pushing yourself into him, your lips meet his and they’re so soft against yours. It starts off gentle, but then the kiss deepens as he moves his arm in a way to hold you closer to him. He tastes like bitter tea leaves and sweet honey. The sun breaks over the horizon, pale yellow now lighting up the surroundings.

When you both pull away, you notice a pink flush burning into his cheeks as he stares over at you. A laugh escapes you, loud and chest deep. A small smile tugs at his lips as he watches you. The way the early morning sun hits his face, you want it ingrained in your brain.

You grab his shirt and pull him back into another kiss, smiling into it as you do.

“Don’t tell Hange, I still want to watch them clean.” Levi mumbles against your mouth.

This moment, right here. You wanted to stay forever, you think.

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[ironbatpaperturtle]

How does Lucifur get close to Adam in your modern au? Does he 'coincidentally' go to the same spots as Adam does from what Lilith has told him before?

It's just Lucifur at the mall menacingly staring down adam from the food court as Adam is in some record/music store browsing albums or replacement string.

That's so funny lol. What I imagine is that Lucifer and Adam would coincidentally meet fr fr. But as time goes on Lucifer would start stalking Adam.

Wait lemme just

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Lucifer started his car, Lilith at the passenger side, fixing her makeup. Not like she needed makeup.

"I can't believe you had to meet my ex like that" Lilith sighed shutting her compact mirror.

"Hmm? I mean his fine, not that his fine, yknow, fine looking? Well he wasn't as ugly as I thought -- but uhh y'know I'm uhh . . . SUPRISED! Cause you were able to bag him or no its the other way around. How, HE, was able to bag you"

Lilith giggled "you are so cute Lucifer" Lililith dipped down, catching Lucifers lips into hers. Before they could turn the innocent kiss into a full blown make out session a loud honk was heard.

"HOW BOUT YOU MAKE A PORNO VID TOO!" The honk belonged to Lilith ex. He was in the drivers seat, the coy smirk he had made his piercings glow. He cackled before driving off.

"Ugh one of the reasons I broke up with him"

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The 2nd time Lucifer met Liliths ex was when he was getting a smoothie. Only this time he wasn't with Lilith.

"For Adam!"

"Move it, christ!" Adam cursed pushing through a crowd of people, including Lucifer. He grabbed the two smoothies, bringing it to an empty table. He proceeded to shove the straw inside then sipped, grabbed the second smoothie and did the same thing.

Maybe it was because the man had the last word when they first time met, or because he was disrespectful to his girlfriend that Lucifer found himself walking towards the man's table.

"Both of those for you? Careful, I'm pretty sure jeans have a size limit"

Adam, who was busy scrolling through his phone and sipping his first drink glared at the perpretator.

Lucifer expected an insult or a snarl but was suprised when the mans face brightened with recognition.

Adam detached from the straw with a pop. Something Lucifer didn't find attractive.

"Lilith's little boy toy? You stalking me?"

"More like your presence causing a disturbance"

"Yeah I get that a lot" Adam teased using his legs to bring a chair near Lucifer. Lucifer reluctantly sat.

"I'm feeling pretty malovelent so I'm going to give you free advice" Adam started, leaning back. "Back off kid, I know Lilith's a baddie but she's to old for you"

Lucifer's never felt more insulted. Did this guy really think he was a kid? Usually he'd feel happy that he doesn't look his age, even in his fourties he still looks like his in his prime.

"Kid?! How old do you think I am?!" Lucifer exclaimed banging his palms on the table. One of the smoothies to shake from the force, Adam steadied it with his hands.

"Jeez kid, no need to feel so butthurt, I don't know 20, 21?"

What the fuck

"For Lucifer!" Lucifer jolted at the mention of his name turning his attention at the cashier.

"Lucifer huh" Lucifer whipped his head back to Adam, the same coy smile plastered on his face. Adam stood up grabbing both of his drinks "Bye Lu-lu"

Adam turned around and walked off. Lucifer too stunned from the nickname couldn't bring himself to get the last word. Also shit that ass.

"FOR LUCIFER!"

The 3rd time Lucifer met Adam was when he was at the music store. His fiddle needed new strings. The store he frequently visits were underconstruction. So with his trusty google maps he was able to locate another music store.

He watched as Adam restocked some strings, humming to a rock song blasting from the speakers.

This time, this time he'll get the last word.

He entered and a chime was heard "What can I-- heyo kiddo here to buy strings for your violin lessons?" Adam snickered at his own joke.

"Ha! It's a fiddle not a violin asshole"

Adam snickered again, what a dweeb. "Cool kid knock yourself out"

And so, almost everyday Adam and Lucifer would coincidentally meet. Adam always getting the last word.

One day Lucifer was so frustrated with himself, especially when he visited the music store again, he didn't even know why he comes back when his usual store was done with construction, and didn't see Adam. Just a random guy named Peter.

Like what the fuck, he should be happy, he should feel happy.

Lilith must've sensed his frustrstion since she told him to get ready. For where? He doesn't know. He only knows that they were taking an uber instead of his car.

They landed at the club, something something Eden. Not that it matters. Because when they had to double check Lucifers ID to confirm his age, the only thing Lucifer remembers was Adam's teasing words.

"C'mon Luci loosen up" Lilith massaged her boyfriend's arm, "dance with me"

"Let me get us a drink first" Lucifer smiled at Lilith, detaching himself from her grip. His girlfriend was literally right there why tf was he musing about Adam. Not like the guy did anything extra ordinary, he wasn't even nice to Lucifer. All he did was tease him.

"What can I get you"

"One-- four shots vodka"

Lucifer downed the 3 and took the last one intending to give it Lilith. Tonight he'll focus on Lilith, no more thinking of her ex. He saw her dancing with a girl.

"Lucifer meet Eve!" Lilith exclaimed with a giggle, tucking a strand of hair to her ears.

Eve had wide innocent looking eyes, the countless piercings made her look off. It was like mixing two different genres together. She was a brunette, a bit off from Adam's usual brown hair but eh.

"Nice to meet you!" She exclaimed shaking the hand that wasn't holding the shot of vodka.

"My boyfriends going to play in a while, you two should watch it!"

Just in time, the lights began to dim. Fake smoke releashed from the stage

"AND NOW: EXORCISTS"

Lucifers eyes widened, on the stage was Adam, and others, but it was Adam. He was holding a guitar, wearing a black cropped shirt, leather jacket with spikes, leather pants, combat boots and a chocker. Adam was . . . Oh no.

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When the song ended Lucifer excused himself from Lilith and Eve.

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"Sup Lulu, you faked your ID or something" Adam snickered at his own joke. The amount of times he teases Lucifer never gets old.

Adam waited for Lilith's boy toy to give a sorry excuse for a comeback. Honestly he can't see the appeal.

"You were beautiful" and Lucifer, he doesn't even know, he doesn't know why he said it in such a love-struck voice, why he enjoyed the way Adam's blushed at the compliment. How his blush reached his ears, making the silver earrings shine.

Lucifer watched as Adam turned his head, saving face. But Lucifer kept his gaze on Adam, this time he didn't have his jacket.

He observed the belly button piercing, how his croptop was skin tight revealing the outline of nipple piercings, and when Adam turned and practically walked away, Lucifer kept his gaze on the two dimple piercings on his back.

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Anyways after that night, safe to say Lucifer would start stalking Adam, he'd also try his best to make Adam flustered again.

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I wrote this in the gym so sorry if its wacky. I JUST ARGHHH. SOMEONE PUT A COLLAR ON ME.

#hazbin hotel adam #adamsapple #modernAU

[the-horizon-lounge3041]

Heard it’s Seyloy month, I can’t participate unfortunately because I’m busy with other projects but I do have plenty of Seyloy themed art for you to share and check out. Anyway hope you enjoy this colored version of an old doodle and happy seyloy month ❤️

#horizon forbidden west #horizon zero dawn #beyond the horizon #aloysobeck #seyloyfanart #modern seyloy #seyloy #seykafanart #hfw seyka #aloy x seyka #seyka #modernau #seyloymonth #seyloymonth2023 #aloy #aloy despite the nora #hfw #beta #hfw aloy #beta sobeck #art #artcommunity #artist community #colored #coloredart #oldart #aloyshipping #cute art #horizonfandom #herskyhersea23

[ricomola]

I just wanted to draw modern outfits for Asirpa but little by little and without noticing I ended up putting food in her hands. She is a foodie xD

#asirpa #golden kamuy #my art #modernAU #outfits

[idontknowwhatimdoinglol]

Modern blood of zeus x reader (assistant) pt. 1

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you walked up the steps of the large building, you nodded to the doorman as he opened the large glass door for you. today was your first official day at Olympus. co. the biggest entrepreneurship company in the world.

you didn't expect to get the job and honestly still weren't sure that you weren't hired for other reasons besides the ones on your resume. you walked up to the receptionist, she was wearing a pretty flower blazer and pink skirt. she had olive skin and evergreen hair. "hello, I'm the new assistant." you say with a smile. she returns your smile "Alright, I'll check you in. May I have your name?" she asks sweetly. "y/n l/n" you say. she types it into the computer practically at an inhuman speed. "alright someone should be down to give you a tour in a few minutes, feel free to sit on one of the lounge chairs while you wait" she says pointing towards the elegant black leather chairs towards the left side of the room.

you nod to her before walking and taking a seat. you fiddled with the small golden necklace you wore for a few minutes before someone walked up. she was tall, with long white hair and tanned skin. she wore a short blue dress that wasn't the typical office wear everyone was wearing. "you're y/n I assume? My name is Artemis, and I will be the one showing you around today." she says with a kind smile. "it's a pleasure to meet you" you nod. She gives a hidden smirk "Follow me" she says leading you toward the elevator.

before pressing the button she turns towards a blonde male at the reception desk "Apollo if you could kindly wait until you're at home to make out with your girlfriend that would be appropriate." she smirks, and the man turns with a similar one. he was surprisingly taller than Artemis and wore a slightly more formal outfit. he had long golden blonde hair and golden eyes.

he blew a kiss goodbye to the receptionist and walked over. "so this is the new assistant our father hired." he tilted your chin to look at him "I personally can't say I blame him. I'm Apollo, son of Zeus" he smirks teasingly. "lay off of them brother, they're still so sweet and innocent" Artemis teases. she leans over and hits the button to open the elevator. "let us start." she gestures for you to walk in.

you walk in followed by them, you try to hide the blush of being in such a small space with them, you had to admit that they were both very beautiful. "what are your roles in the company?" you ask, truly wondering because their names never were mentioned in the interview when talking about the departments. "oh honey, we don't work here. we just wanted to do the kind thing of giving you the proper welcome tour" Apollo says with the same teasing smirk. "You're making them blush dear brother, how cute" Artemis comments.

the gods were on your side as the elevator dinged and the doors opened to the floor they were leading you to, saving you from your embarrassed blush. they led you down the hall to what looked to be a fancy breakroom, it had a beautiful view of the city and a full kitchen. Artemis sits at a table next to a woman with pink hair and a magenta mini dress. "aw who the cutie?" she asks. "this is y/n, they're my father's newest assistant." Artemis says taking a strawberry from the pink-haired woman's lunch. "this is Aphrodite, she's the head of our beauty department" Apollo says resting his chin on your head. "Its a pleasure to meet you," you say,

she laughs a bit "You're so kind and innocent, are you sure you're here to be an assistant?" she smirks hinting at something else. The twins roll their eyes. "I doubt he would hire another one for those purposes so close to the company's anniversary party. we all know he won't risk Hera causing a scene in anger." Apollo says, "Don't blame Hera for that. it's how any sane person would react if they knew their husband cheated in front of her for months." Artemis says losing her smile a bit.

Aphrodite smiles a bit. "I know, but the possibility is still there." she says in a sing-song voice. "well we must get going, we wouldn't want to make y/n late on their first day." Artemis says hugging Aphrodite and standing up. Aphrodite waved goodbye to the three of you as the twins led you from the breakroom.

they led you back to the elevator. "we're heading to the top floor now, I'm sure our father has work for you to start." Artemis says. you nod, and the three of you stand there waiting for the doors to open. once on the top floor they opened with a ding, the three of you stepped out to be greeted by a woman with a purple braid.

she was wearing a purple pantsuit with a purple cape. She looked at you with disgust and tilted her sunglasses down to look at you better. "so this is his newest one." she said with quiet hatred before walking away, her heals clicking against the ground. "who was she?" you ask looking where she left. "that's hera, shes Zeus's wife. try to avoid her she isn't too fond of his assistants." Apollo warns. "she's really pretty." you say.

"She was a model before she met her husband. but then once married she gave it up to help him with his business." Artemis says. "ah there's my new assistant, I hope that you've been welcomed properly." Zeus says walking from one of the offices. he was probably the tallest person in the office, he wore a blue suit with a purple flower in the front pocket. his greyish-brown hair down over his shoulders. he nods to his two children to leave, and they give you a last look of good luck before walking to the elevator. "if you would kindly follow me, I'll show you to your desk" he says gesturing the way. 

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#bloodofzeus #hyacinths #heron #hera #hyacinthus #ares #apollo #blood of zues #blood of zeus #blood of zeus x reader #bloodofzues #modernau #modern au #greekmythology #greek gods #artemis #hermes boz

[angryminion]

Had Me At Hello Chapter 13: Life is What Happens When You're Making Plans

Summary: Jon and Dany make an important decision

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#Jonerys #Firefigher!Jon #Photographer!Dany #Strangers to Friends to Lovers #ModernAU #Declarations of love and group outings