#one shot series

[kayjayjwrites]

Like Bugs in a Rug: Chapter One

Summary: Azriel Shadowsinger, mysterious pretty boy extraordinaire himself, was head over heels in love with you for years. Everyone in the room could see it, except for you of course. A series of connected one-shots.

Chapter Word Count: 6,350

Chapter Content Warnings: fluff, some cursing, one bed trope, awkward but wholesome communication, AFAB Reader, Reader (You), some details about Reader's appearance but overall vague, canon plot spoilers as this is canon compliant-ish, reader low key being thirsty for Azzie

Note: Hello! Welcome to my first fic in like 10 years! This idea came about when I was having a hard time falling back asleep. I sometimes draft fanfiction when i'm trying to sleep. I don't often remember the plots come morning, but the memory of this one remained intact enough for me to jot down. I’m thinking this update is gonna be the longest chapter because it's both prologue and the first chapter, but I have terrible self control with word count limits. So I guess we’ll see what the next chapters bring, but they may be shorter!

Enjoy me 2am fugue state musings, there are likely typos~

It was all worth it. The decades of patience and silent suffering. The centuries of loneliness paying off just as you lost hope of ever leaving The Court of Nightmares. You and your father, Kier, expected a typical visit from the Inner Circle. The High Lord would threaten your father to keep him in line, you’d go unnoticed in the back of the throne room monitoring the interaction. Just like every other time they visited.

Except, the High Lord and his Inner Circle asked about you like you were the reason behind their visit. You had clocked the visit as odd as soon as only Rhysand, Feyre, and Mor arrived. The absence of both The General & Shadowsinger at the same time a rarity. Despite being related to Rhysand and Mor, you didn’t think they knew your name, so when they asked Kier about you, by name, your heart damn near fell out of your ass.

They wanted you to leave Hewn City to work with them. A Courtier of the Night Court, working alongside Nesta, Lady Death herself, of all people. They wanted you to start immediately now that the war with Hybern was over. Relations between Courts were strained, and upon learning of your talent, the High Lord deemed it a waste for you to be hidden away down here. He and the Inner Circle believed you did not belong in The Court of Nightmares. To anyone else, having the High Lord speak so highly of your child would have been an honor.

It was the most furious you’d ever seen Kier. Which was saying something. His emotions grew volatile in a blink of an eye, outraged by the absolute gall of the High Lord. How dare he come to his city and tell him that you weren’t meeting your full potential down here? At some point Kier stood up, snarling at Rhysand and the others like a wild animal. Kier, so lost in his anger, let his mental shields falter. Just for a second, but it was more than enough time for your powers to draw his wayward thoughts to you, like a magnet, his unspoken intentions seeped into your own mind. You were always terrible at blocking him out when he got like that.

Power. Kier's thoughts whispered to you. A spy for him in the Inner Circle. It disgusted you how predictable your father was, his intentions were always about how he could best use you for his own gain. It was the driving force behind your excessive training habits, desperate to protect yourself from the toxicity of his intentions. The more you failed at keeping him out, the more you hated him, and by default hated yourself.

Rhysand was right, you were wasted down here, and it wasn’t that your father didn’t see that, he didn’t care. He wasn’t furious with the High Lord for taking another daughter away from him, he was mad about losing a tool.

Well, your father could rot down here alone for all you cared.

You felt a lot of things in that moment. Intimidated by the prospect of working with Nesta, unsure of Mor’s morals and the rumors surrounding her, apprehensive of Rhysand and Feyre’s power, and not to mention all the unknown dynamics between the rest of the Inner Circle. But, despite all that uncertainty, you did not feel nervous about leaving Hewn City with them.

The first task Kier ever appointed you was to report on Rhysand and his Inner Circle’s intentions every time they visited. Either they all had flawless control over their mental shields, or their icy behavior was an act from the beginning. You never dared to share your suspicions with Kier, your father only wanted ammo for his hate, and he never took kindly to evidence that didn’t support his biases against High Lord Rhysand.

It felt a little too much like blind faith and a hunch for you to be 100% comfortable with the decision, but you decided to put your trust in these strangers anyway.

You would take the job.

Not to be a spy for Kier.

Not out of some duty to your High Lord or older sister.

It was time to live your life for you. Consequences be damned.

But, the focus of this story was not about moving to Velaris with Mor and getting to know the Inner Circle. It wasn’t about how much you rock as a diplomat for the Night Court. It wasn’t about how good it felt the first time sunlight touched your skin upon leaving the underground city. It wasn’t even about how you and Nesta became best friends. However good those stories may be.

However, this story is about Azriel Shadowsinger, and how the mysterious pretty boy extraordinaire himself, fell head over heels for you without you ever picking up on it. Yeah, that’s right, the girl who struggled to control her talent for hearing unspoken intentions never puzzled the pieces together. For literal years everyone else in the godforsaken room could tell the Spymaster was in love with you, except for you.

It all started with an argument with Rhysand a few assignments into your career as the Night Court Courtier. You felt like you could handle traveling between Courts without needing an escort, especially if you’d be meeting up with Nesta at the destination anyway. Rhysand did not agree, basically threatening to ground you if you didn’t allow someone to accompany you.

That was how Azriel had become your full-time travel partner. Rhysand appointed Azriel as an additional escort in case Nesta was pulled away.

You’d take this to your grave before ever admitting it, but Rhysand wasn’t wrong to be worried. There had been a good number of times where just that had happened. Nesta would be working the other side of the room, and having Azriel lingering nearby eased your nerves. Prythian was a vast Realm, and Rhys had been right in worrying about your adjustment.

It didn’t take too long for you to adapt once you had visited all the different Courts a few times. Yet, Azriel continued to go out of his way to accompany you to events. The first obvious sign of his affections for you came a couple years into your career.

The event was in a small Day Court town on the border of the Night Court, just under a day’s travel from Velaris on foot. Home to one of the libraries hit hardest by Amarantha’s looting, the entire town was celebrating the return of a sizable chunk of the stolen volumes. The gala was advertised to be a quaint dinner and cocktail hour. You suspected that scholars and book enthusiasts would be the bulk of those present. Although interested in going, Rhysand had High Lord duties to attend to that involved Nesta and the other Archeron sisters in the Summer Court. With a promise to fill everyone in on anything of interest, you packed a small overnight bag and waited for Mor to arrive home. You never developed the ability to winnow, so you needed someone to bring you.

Fussing with your hair in one of the numerous mirrors decorating Mor’s walls, you couldn’t help but smile at your reflection. Your time in Velaris, just over two years, had already begun to sooth a deep sadness you hadn’t realized had settled under your skin. It was obvious in the gentle way you gazed at your reflection, the healthy flush of your cheeks, and the warmth of your thoughts. Velaris looked good on you, and as you smoothed a hand down the shimmery sapphire blue fabric of the dress that clung to your curves, you thought the new formalwear looked good on you too.

Giddiness bubbled up in you at the idea of modeling the new dress for Mor. The excitement felt foreign still, after spending centuries believing Mor didn’t care to know her own little sister. You never thought you’d ever get the chance to gush over dresses with her. Kier hated everything Mor represented, and was cruel to her in ways that made you feel lucky in a perverse way. Your father may have manipulated and alienated you, filling your head with lies about your older sister, but it was never public. Kier made sure everyone in the Court of Nightmares knew that Mor was a useless whore and a traitor.

When Mor became a core member of the Inner Circle, and Rhysand put her in charge of Hewn City, you would wait for her to acknowledge you during her visits. Decades turned into a century, but the same hope would always rise up when Mor was due for a visit, only to be crushed when she ignored you. She never paid you a second of her time, just a fleeting look in passing as if you were another spectator. Knowing that she wasn’t ignoring you out of ill intent stung more, because you couldn’t bring yourself to hate her.

Kier may be your father, but that didn’t mean you had to be a fan of his intentions. You never believe the rumors he spread about Mor.

And then, the big reveal came. It turned out that to Mor, you were just another spectator. Mor didn’t know she had a younger sister at all. Keir hid you so well that no one realized you were related to him. A detail that made you feel so small when it came to light. You were just the shy woman in the background, taught to be pleasant when spoken to, a pretty little wallflower the rest of the time.

Later, when you asked about who first realized your identity, you got mixed accounts from the Inner Circle. Rhysand insisted that it was he who put the pieces together first. Stating that it came to him suddenly after Azriel submitted a report from a surveillance mission detailing an overheard conversation between you and Kier about your talents. Rhysand claimed that your powers reminded him of a variation of Mor’s. The rest of the Inner Circle credited Feyre for noting the resemblance between you, Kier, and The Morrigan the first time she noticed you loitering at the back of a council meeting.

When the truth was confirmed, and you agreed to go with them, Mor wept. She vowed to never leave you alone in The Court of Nightmares ever again, even for a second. That promise was your first experience with making a deal in the Night Court. Your clear surprise at the intricate tattoo that branded itself over the center of your sternum clued Mor, Rhysand, and Feyre in on how out of touch you were with common lore from your own Court. Mor wasted no time in winnowing you out of there after that. The both of you had heard enough of Keir’s nasty sneers and low-blow comments to last a lifetime.

Now, Mor’s cozy little home was also your cozy little home, if not a bit tight for two people. If someone asked you a decade ago if you thought you’d ever have a relationship with Mor you would advise them to seek out a healer.

And yet there you were, vibrating with things to tell her, anticipating her arrival with an almost goofy grin when…Azriel of all people winnowed into the living room.

Perplexed, but not totally disappointed, “Oh!” you said, clearly taken aback. “I was expecting Mor.”

Azriel huffed a low chuckle, dimples bracketing his amused half-smile. “Sorry to disappoint.”

You looked him over, dark circles under his eyes, droopy eyelids, posture leaning forward in a slight slouch. “Az, didn’t you just return from a long mission? Why aren’t you resting?”

“Wanted to escort you to the Day Court Library Gala, of course.”

The tenderness in his voice had warmth bubbling up from your chest. “That is very kind,” you started, making sure to meet his gaze so he knew you meant it, “but you look so tired, Az. I’ve visited the Day Court a bunch of times now and only need someone to winnow me there. As much as I enjoy having you accompany me to these things, I don’t want you to stretch yourself thin on my account. I’ve got this.”

“I know you’ve got this,” came his immediate reply, “as you’ve pointed out I’ve been gone for a few weeks. What if I offered to escort you because I missed you, hm?”

Despite yourself you felt a flush of heat in your cheeks at his teasing. You refused to use your powers on anyone in the inner circle, unwilling to violate their privacy without explicit consent. But you didn’t need your powers to read Azriel’s sincerity. It made it hard to meet his gaze, you turned back to running your fingers through your hair in the mirror, taking a moment to compose yourself. “Well alright then, I don’t think I can do anything more to tame my hair, we should be off then.”

You felt Azriel at your back, a gloved hand coming up to gently grasp your elbow, guiding your arm down as his hand trailed down the bare skin of your forearm to hold yours, turning you to face him. “Stop fussing, you look stunning, this dress is new, right? I think the color suits you.”

You smiled. “Thank you, I suppose you would like this color, now that I’m thinking about it,” with your free hand you held up the skirt of the floor length dress to the siphon on his wrist, marveling at the color match, “it looks like I did it on purpose.”

He hummed in acknowledgement as he pulled you closer into an almost embrace. “We should go now. Wouldn’t want to miss the opening speeches.”

You suppressed a shudder. Definitely from the way his breath tickled your ear, and not from the way his voice sounded as he tucked you into his chest. “You hate opening speeches.” You pointed out, remembering all the times he complained about how boring they were.

“I do, but you like them.” You’d never said as much aloud, but you did enjoy listening to people talk about things they were passionate about, and opening speeches tended to be just that. Of course the Spymaster had noticed.

If Azriel saw your smile before you hid your face against his leather-clad pec he didn’t let on. You pulled your hands free and looped your arms around his middle, clasping your fingers together under the base of his wings.

“I’m ready then, thank you for coming with me.” Your voice was muffled, unwilling to tilt your head up to talk to him in case your maddening blush was there. It didn’t seem to matter how many times you winnowed with Az, your whole face would go cherry red. Something Cassian never failed to poke fun at whenever he witnessed it.

Azriel wrapped his arms tightly around you, your body now flush to his. You focused on the sound of his wings rustling as he tucked them in closer. Anything to distract from the way your pulse spiked when you felt his lips brush against the crown of your head, his hold on you gentle, yet firm and protective as darkness folded around the both of you.

XxXx

Neither you nor Azriel realized the issue with your room reservation until much too late. Upon arrival in The Day Court the both of you hurried to the event. The gala wrapped up around midnight, and like most of the other guests staying in town, you and Azriel retired back to the nearby Inn. With your strappy heels in hand and a pleasant buzz from the alcohol, you felt positively bubbly. Paused in front of your room, you let Azriel rummage through the small black purse at your side for the key. After almost leading them into the wrong room, Azriel took it upon himself to find the correct room and unlock the door.

Minutes later you were still trying to suppress a smile at how Azriel reacted with such mortification when he realized you’d led them to the wrong room. The mental image of the great Shadowsinger so frantic in his efforts to stop you from further jostling the doorknob, had you letting out a laugh before you could stop it.

“It’s not funny.” He grumbled as he swung the wooden door to your room open, leading you inside. You were on the verge of poking fun at him some more when you caught a glimpse of the interior layout. Right, you had RSVP’d expecting to attend the gala alone. The realization sobered you up real fast.

The room was small, burgundy curtains concealing a sizable window, antique desk with tourist flyers stacked in a neat pile on top. A queen sized, four post bed situated in the middle of the room.

“I’ll take the floor—” Azriel started saying.

But you interrupted him. “—you should have the bed.”

“Absolutely not, what kind of gentleman would I be if I let a lady sleep on the floor while I hogged the whole bed.” He nodded, as if the conversation was over, and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes at him.

“There’s not even enough space on the floor for you to stretch out Az. The room is basically only bed. It’s fine, I can use my extra clothes—”

You inhaled sharply, tensing at the thought of your overnight bag, left forgotten back at Mor's apartment. Your eyes darted to Azriel, meeting his gaze out of the corner of your eye, and you knew you didn’t need to say anything about it as he scoffed under his breath.

“You forgot your bag.” He observed.

Sighing, you ran a hand through your hair, your tight dress feeling like it was constricting around your chest as you contemplated sleeping in it. “I did indeed forget my bag.”

“We could just go back, we don’t have to stay here for the night.” Azriel pointed out, but the thought of cutting the trip short caused a ripple of disappointment to drop in your stomach.

“Or,” he continued with a hint of amusement, “I have an undershirt beneath my leathers. I changed before I met you at Mor’s, so it’s relatively clean. I was going to sleep in it tonight, but I would sacrifice my shirt for you if it meant you’d stop frowning like that.”

If you thought you were anxious before, Azriel’s suggestion sent your anxiety through the roof. You had always found Azriel attractive, even when you were still living in Hewn City. Who wouldn’t? That attraction grew into a bit of a crush when you first arrived in Velaris. He treated you with such care as you adjusted to living above ground, quiet, patient, and thoughtful.

Once it was apparent that you would be working closely with him you shut that shit down. You and him had spent a lot of time traveling together the last few years, always with separate sleeping arrangements, and never sharing clothing. You went out of your way to respect his privacy, give him space, all in hopes of being someone he one day could trust, like how you trusted him.

You could handle one night, sharing a bed, borrowing his shirt. That wouldn’t totally backfire on you in any way, right? Nodding to yourself once, you tried for an air of confidence as you talked around the nerves that have bloomed in your chest.

“Okay,” you agreed, “but if I change into your shirt you definitely can’t take the floor. I won’t let you sleep shirtless on the ground while I’m all tucked in and cozy in bed. I’ll only take up a sliver of it by myself anyway.”

He opened his mouth to object, his intentions written in the way his brow furrowed at you. But you barreled on anyway, “So, we share the bed tonight. Are you comfortable with that?”

His mouth snapped shut, eyes studying you for a tense moment as if you may be tricking him. You clasped your hands together in front of you, the longer you waited for him to respond the clammier your palms felt. Each second felt like an eternity and in no time at all you found yourself scrambling for a way to play off your idea as a joke.

Of course he wouldn’t want to share a bed with you. What in the world had you been thinking?

Maybe you could blame it on that deliciously fizzy drink you downed before leaving the gala, say you weren’t in your right mind. Pretend to not remember in the morning, as if this wasn’t going to be a moment you cringe about decades later. Would you be able to just laugh it off? Would Azriel be chill enough to let you live this down? You were probably so screwed.

He was still a little tense, but just before your panic truly took root Azriel began to nod his head like he...agreed with you?

“Yes, I think that is the most logical solution. The bed can definitely fit two.” Azriel finally said, and you tried to keep yourself from gaping at his response. But your surprise must have been all over your face because he went on to say, “I didn’t suggest it myself because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Wiping your hands down the front of your dress did little to help with the sweat. The pit that had been taking form in your stomach churned, your dread morphing into jittery nerves.

Then, as if you weren’t having a nervous breakdown right in front of him, the handsome lunatic started striping his leathers off. Dept hands tossing his gloves to the desk, he unclasped the chest pieces of his leathers, they fell to the floor with a thud. Then, the promised black undershirt was up over his head, and you were drinking in all his tattoos and corded muscles like you were a tactless teenager instead of a 300+ year old female.

A flash of movement from him, and you flinched when his shirt hit you square in the face. It was so big it draped over your head. You made a disgruntled noise, ignoring how delicious the shirt smelled as you removed it from your face, “Hey—!”

“If you’re done gawking at me like you’ve never seen a shirtless male, you can get ready for bed first.” He headed further into the room, collecting his chest piece off the floor and approaching the desk to place it with his gloves. He turned to face you, his butt propped against the desk as he gestured to the door his wingspan had been blocking from view. He crossed his arms over his bare chest, flexing his biceps, and you almost swooned at the sight. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Your fist tightened around the shirt, fighting the urge to toss it back at him out of spite. Embarrassment felt like hot iron under your skin, so instead you snapped your attention to the door he had pointed out–the bathroom. You knew you’d averted your gaze much too fast to seem unaffected by him. He chuckled, and you glowered at him as his head tilted to the side, watching you with a bemused expression. He looked about ready to comment further, but you waved him off with faux-annoyance and an exaggerated roll of your eyes. Clutching his shirt close to your chest, you escaped into the bathroom.

Subtle.

Pressing your back to the door, it closed under your weight. You paused there for a moment to focus on your breathing, your frazzled mind going a mile a minute. This was all so far out of your comfort zone, it wasn’t even funny. You never had to deal with handsome males in The Court of Nightmares, Kier didn’t let you socialize long enough for it to even be on your radar. Dating hadn’t quite made your list of top priorities upon arriving in Velaris either.

What little experience you did have was with a male named Allistair. You’d met him at Rita’s within your first year above ground. It was a fling of sorts that lasted a few months before you decided casual dating wasn’t for you. He was a perfectly adequate lover. At least you think he was. He was also your only lover. A nice enough companion as you acclimated to your new life. The times you had been intimate with that male had left you feeling…bereft. Seeing Allistair shirtless had been nothing like seeing Azriel shirtless.

And Azriel calling you out for ogling him so blatantly? Mother have mercy.

So now you were just expected to fall asleep next to him wearing his shirt after that? The situation almost made you want to laugh at the absurdity of it all. The last thing you wanted was to draw his suspicion by loitering against the door for too much longer, so you moved to the sink. Maybe splashing lukewarm water on your face would reveal that this had all been a weird ass nightmare.

Cupping water into your face a couple more times, you took in the smeared makeup dripping down your face in the mirror. Definitely not a dream.

Azriel was going to think you were in love with him for fucksake.

Snatching the nearby hand towel from the rack on the wall you soaked it, and got to work on scrubbing your face clean. You had to have a little more faith in Azriel. He wouldn’t let a single weird moment ruin over two years of amicable teamwork. But your personal relationship with him felt fragile to you at best. You can't let some tattoos and abs mess up what you considered to be the most solid friendship you’d made among the Inner Circle.

So what if he was hot as hell? You could co-exist with attractive people, it was legit a part of your job. You could salvage the situation, just change out of the dress you accidentally matched to the colors of his siphons, put his shirt on that smelled so strongly of him it gave you a headrush, and face him like you hadn't just been drooling over him.

You know, simple.

The hem of his t-shirt landed just above your knees, and the comfort you found in it was criminal. The black fabric was very soft and so baggy that you worried the wing slits in the back would shift forward in your sleep. It could reveal a little more than what you’d considered 'tasteful side boob'.

Resisting the urge to fuss in the mirror (because it wasn't like you were trying to look cute for anyone, right?), you exited the bathroom clean faced and a bit more settled than when you had entered.

Your bravado, however, was short lived. Azriel faced away from you in only his underwear, the rest of his leathers added to the pile on the desk. He was organizing his various knives on the bedside table closest to the main door.

He looked over his shoulder at you. Totally not catching you checking out his butt in the tight underpants. Cauldron boil you. Would it be weird if you marched yourself back into the bathroom to try the whole “not affected by sexy, almost nude Illyrian warrior” thing again?

Azriel inhaled sharply, and you snuck a glance at him. His attention was back on his knives, but there was a tension to him, almost like he was brooding. There might have been a light blush over his cheeks, but you felt weird analyzing him anymore than you already had out of habit. You clocked the change in his body language for what it was the instant he saw you in his shirt. Clenched jaw, tense shoulders, spine ramrod straight, wide eyed before averting his gaze, elevated heart rate–classic signs of attraction. Reactions he clearly didn’t want you to notice.

"I'm taking this side." He informed almost absently, patting the mattress. Leaving you with the window side.

You wandered to the desk to avoid observing him further, wishing that you could turn off the part of you that always seemed to be prying for more information. And then you felt it, his thoughts getting louder, his emotions growing wilder, reaching out to you. You slammed your mental shields up hard, a gross feeling taking root when it was too late.

Protect. Azriel’s intentions conveyed to you. Protect. Comfort. Provide. Here you were invading his private thoughts without his knowledge, while he was concerned with your wellbeing. What was the point of all that effort Rhysand put into teaching you how to better control your mental shields? It never worked when you needed it most. The failure stung, and you had to busy yourself with folding your dress in a neat square so you had something to keep your hands from shaking.

It was quiet for too long, and you struggled with recalling what he had said to you before you’d lost control. Something about the bed. "Sounds good to me." You decide on saying, placing your dress next to his leathers.

Azriel didn’t seem to find your reply out of the ordinary. Small mercies.

"I'll be out in a few minutes, then." His voice was rougher than before, and it sent chills down your spine. As soon as you heard the bathroom door click shut you scurried into bed. You couldn’t get under the covers fast enough, pulling the blankets up to your neck with a hefty sigh of relief.

It felt awesome to be laying down after such a long evening on your feet. Too bad you couldn’t enjoy it more, instead drowning under waves of shame. Maybe you’d never get a full handle on your powers. Maybe the Mother was teaching you a lesson in this life? You couldn’t fathom what the moral could be. You wanted more than anything to be able to mind your business.

You wished you could turn your brain off. Alas, even your guilt couldn’t stop you from reflecting and organizing what you’d just observed. Not only had you heard his intentions, but you also felt them. Unlike the sweet warmth of his thoughts, his gaze had felt like desire and bad decisions.

He didn’t seem like he was actively seeking to bed you. You reasoned that you were also an available female wearing nothing but his shirt and a pair of panties. You could only imagine how all of that must have chafed against his Illyrian instincts. Rhysand had once mentioned that Illyrians were possessive and protective at best, controlling and jealous at their worst.

Surely those possessive instincts were what you were picking up on, then. You were covered in his scent after all. That was the only logical explanation for his reaction, his instincts were telling him to protect you because you were vulnerable and wearing his clothing. Even if it didn’t quite sound right to you, it was the only explanation you were willing to entertain. You were barely friends, there was no way Azriel wanted to court you. The thought sent a fleeting pang of disappointment through you that you refused to examine.

Whatever. There wasn’t anything you could do to make the situation less messy right now. You were exhausted, and stewing on scenarios that would never amount to anything real was unlike you.

Snuggling further into the sheets, you decided it was best to just pretend you hadn’t noticed shit. The damage was done, Azriel wasn’t dumb, he at least knew he had flustered you. You weren’t going to draw any more attention to that tonight. Or tomorrow. Or ever. Everything about this night was a fluke.

Azriel returned from the bathroom, and you kept your focus on fluffing your pillows. Sitting up you tossed an extra pillow onto the floor, and you could feel as soon as his eyes landed on you that some of his…instincts…were still acting up. You pulled the comforter back up to your neck as he got into bed next to you. Turning on your side to face him you were determined to be normal. No more awkward gawking allowed tonight.

He stretched his arms up above his head, his joints popping a million times as he groaned in relief. You couldn't help chuckling at him, the fearsome Shadowsinger of the Night Court, doing something so mundane.

Scooting further onto the bed, Azriel rolled over to meet your gaze, his wings tucked close to his back as he settled. Most of his wingspan spilled over the side of the bed anyway. He surveyed you, eyes lingering along your tired but genuine smile, and you saw the stern tenseness slowly leave his body. "You sure you're comfortable with this?" He asked.

Your smile turned a tad warmer. This male was just so kind, so different from what you knew in Hewn City. "I am, I trust you Azriel." It was the truth. You didn't have friends growing up, and although you may have a long way to go before Azriel truly called you his friend, you considered him a dear (sexy) friend.

Your words seem to settle something in him, and you could have sworn you saw something almost affectionate flash across his face. You blink, and it's gone, but the fuzzy feeling it left in your chest remains.

Like he sensed your mushy thoughts, he ruined the moment. "So I have to ask you something, it’s serious.”

Your brows raised in bemused interest, the scenario with him wishing to court you snapping to the forefront of your mind again. He’d always been very attentive to you, but in a worried protective way. You’d never picked up on any romantic intentions from him before, and he’s not the type to make a decision like that on a whim. The chance was small, but you couldn’t 100% rule out him wanting to ask you out. Could you say no to him? Would you even want to say no? You’d never considered this as an option before!

He held your gaze, as if for dramatic effect and then with the seriousness of a top notch spymaster he asked you, “You have seen a shirtless male before...right?"

Maybe it was a mistake to consider this male kind, he was a menace all along.

You had never rolled your eyes so hard at someone. Unbelievable.

Turning away from him with enough force to toss your hair in his face, you are rewarded with the sound of his indignant grunt.

"Can you turn the light off please?" You snap, unable to rein in your annoyance. Unsettled by how it tasted almost like rejection.

"You didn't answer my question." He goaded, and you fell right for it.

"Yeah, because it's a silly question." You fire back.

He hummed at your response, "Doesn't seem like you think it's a silly question."

You would rather swallow your own tongue than admit to Azriel that you’d seen shirtless males, but he had been the first you’d enjoyed seeing shirtless.

Done with the line of questioning, you blindly flung your arm back, swatting at him. He startled at the contact, and he exhaled a scoff when you didn't stop flopping your arm at him after the first blow.

He caught your wrist, stilling your flailing. "Fine, fine, I'll drop it," He let go of your wrist, “for now.”

You shifted to burrow further into your pillows, totally not dwelling on how his big hand wrapped around your wrist made you feel dainty. The texture of his scars hadn’t made your heart skip a beat either. Nope. Not at all.

"Could you shut the light off please." You asked again with more venom than you intended. It bothered you how easy this male could get under your skin. He wasn’t even trying.

You felt his weight shifting, the bed frame squeaking a bit as he moved. "Anything for you, Princess." He shuffled a little more, and then the light went off, casting the both of you in darkness.

The nickname made you grimace into your pillow. No one had ever called you that before, and you really didn’t want it to catch on.

You felt him return to the position on his side facing you. Some moments passed in loud silence, and although you were the one that let the conversation drop, the residual tension in the room was killing you. There was no way you would be able to fall asleep, and you would bet that Azriel was stewing in the tension too.

"Az?" You whispered. His response was quick like he’d been waiting on edge for you to speak, "Yes?"

"Goodnight." And you found yourself meaning it. You hoped he got some sleep tonight despite the turmoil he had so effortlessly sowed in your stomach with his teasing. The prick.

You could practically hear the mischief in his voice. "Sleep well, princess."

Ugh. Your stomach coiled, but not in an entirely unpleasant way. Very dangerous. It was an inappropriate reaction, and you wrote it off as stress. However as hard as you wished to forget it, you wouldn’t be forgetting how Azriel had made you feel that night anytime soon.

Even your racing thoughts couldn’t stop sleep from finding you, putting you out of your misery.

And if you woke up to the sounds of song birds that morning, your face pressed against Azriel's neck, your body sprawled atop him while he slept on his back, then that was your business. No one would know if you relished being in his arms a few minutes longer than necessary. You wouldn’t confirm nor deny if one of his hands had looped through a wing hole of his borrowed shirt, his fingers resting just under your breast.

And so what if it had been the best sleep you'd gotten since leaving Hewn City. And if Azriel seemed more well rested than usual on your return to the Night Court, you certainly didn't notice that either.

XxXx

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Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 1

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink

Euronymous saw her everywhere. She worked for the local grocery delivery service during the day and his favorite food place in town. He wishes he could say that it was his favorite only because of the falafal but he enjoyed the banter that they had with one another. He was too focused on Mayhem getting a new singer and getting some shows under their belts to even remotely consider the idea of courting anyone but if he had, Y/n would be the first person he would look up.

"Oystein! Make sure you take that dead plant to the garbage before you leave!" He grabbed the now brown plant and shoved it under his arm as he walked down the front steps. He noticed the grocery bike parked across the street but no sign of Y/n. He tossed the plant just as she came through the gate of the neighbors house and smiled when she saw him.

"Hi there! Heading off to make the devils music?" Y/n knew he was in a band and that metal was his favorite genre. He never understood why she wasn't afraid of him like most normal people he ran across but he wasn't going to question it.

"Of course. Just doing my part to crumble the edification of society." Euronymous said confidently with a smirk.

"Sounds like a busy day. I'd hate to interrupt." She threw her leg over the bike.

"You want a ride? You can put your bike in the back-" He gestured to the empty trunk and she shook her head.

"I'm done with my deliveries for today so I'm heading home, thanks." She appreciated the offer but she knew that wherever he was heading wasn't anywhere close to her house.

"Ah so you don't want me to know where you live? I thought we were kindred souls." Euronymous teased.

"Atheist is not the same as Satanist, Oystein. Not exactly kindred but I'd hate for you to be caught with a poser like me riding shotgun." He had never mentioned he was a Satanist but the band also frequented the Falafal joint and he's sure she's heard them discussing the direction he wanted to take Mayhem in.

And still, that didn't scare her off.

"Euronymous. My name is Euronymous." He corrected firmly. She smiled, scrunching her nose at the name like she always had.

"I'm sorry but I won't ever call you Euronymous. I just don't see it." He paused at the statement.

"See what?" He inquired.

"I know the origin of the name. You just don't give off flesh eating spirit dwelling in the underworld. Your eyes are too pretty for that one." She complimented making him cough into his hand to hide the blush creeping up his neck.

"You don't know me very well. Maybe you should come to one of my shows and you'll change your mind." He tried to sound menacing but Y/n knew just as much about Oystein as he did her.

She knew he was a good son and brother. She knew he used to get pretty decent grades when he was in school and that he's been playing his guitar since he was 10 years old. She could never see him as some cannibalistic nightmare of a person. He might think highly of himself but she had seen such a softer side of him when delivering groceries for his family.

"Maybe." She shrugged. She had often responded to his show invites with a maybe and he was always disappointed when she never showed but he understood how busy she was. She worked two jobs to take care of herself and her family.

"I'll see you around, Y/N" He held his hand up and she mockingly gave him the devil horns she had seen his sister do so often when they were listening to the loud metal music blasting from the upstairs bedroom window. He chuckled and returned the gesture.

"See you around Oystein." She watched him pull down the street and didn't even notice he was already looking at her in the rear view mirror. He would never understand how two people who were so insanely different could have such a good rapport.

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Accidental meet cute

Pairing : Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x F!reader

Summary: What happens when your friend tries to be a cupid behind your back?

Part of Gaz Fest 2023

Warning : M rating. Semi-crack, meet cute. Coarse languages.

A/N: Thank you @glitterypirateduck for organising the writing festival!! * cheering *

Thank you @siilvan and @jynxmirage for listening to my brain storming blabberings :) Based on real life event ( ..80% of it ) see End A/N.

Enjoy!!

Moving away from the crowd as you finish watching one of the bands onstage, in search of some beverages to quench your thirst. 

You were dragged along to the music festival by your friend, which to be honest, you had no interest in attending at all. After being nudged and bribed ( well, thinking back, more like coerced) by your friend and with promises of staying in a caravan instead of roughing it out in a basic tent and possible muddy floor, you gave in.

“Come on! My parents said they can lend us their old caravan, there’s enough space for four of us in there. There's a toilet and a basic shower.” your friend trying hard to sell you the idea. “ Plus, you seriously need to get out and experience the sunlight. You can’t coop up at home all the time, and complain about you never getting a chance to find your ‘soulmate’ “ putting her hands up and doing an air quotation mark, she exasperated. 

Well, that is true. You aren’t the most outgoing person, and it is time to finally do some socialisation, to enjoy life a little bit, and maybe, just that maybe, you can break your record of partnerness life. 

You didn’t quite expect the tricks and plots your friend went to trying to find you a date.

As you were ordering a glass of wine from the mobile bar not far away, your phone started ringing. Frowning as you stare at the unknown number, you hesitated for a few seconds before picking it up. 

“Hello???” 

“Heyyyyy is this uh…what’s her name again??” the speaker on the other side of the phone turned away to call out to someone in the background, and you heard a mumble which sounded like your name as a reply. Is that your friend Emma’s voice???

“OH yes hey hey.” They greeted you again with your name. “I got this number from your friend, and my friend Kyle, who I might add is a very handsome fellow, is quite willing to meet up with you.” A vague muffled protest could be heard in the background, but was quickly shushed by the speaker on the phone. 

You pull your phone away, staring at the screen, utterly confused. What the hell is this about??

“Hey handsome!! Take this!!” 

Kyle looked down at the wrist band a random passerby just threw into his hand, with what seems to be phone numbers written on it.

“If you are interested, ring the number!!”  Ah so he was right. “Wait,” Pulling the girl back, “Interested in what?” 

The girl giggled, “My friend! We are trying to get her out of the dating desert.” Holding up the wristful of bands, “We made a whole lot of these and now giving it out to people, see if we will get some luck. Oh, she doesn’t know about it though.” Kyle cocked an eyebrow, silently questioning the girl’s method without the said person’s consent. 

“OH he is definitely interested, you got a picture of her?” Kyle’s friend perked up beside him,leaning his head onto his shoulder as he wrapped his around around the other. “What a coincidence, we are trying to get our good buddy here,” patting Kyle’s shoulder and in the process nearly spilling the beer in his hand. “Some actions as well. He’s been wayyy too busy with work to brush some rust off his dick.”

Trust his good friend to say something decent. 

The girl just laughed, and took out her phone, scrolling through the photo album and flipped the screen towards Kyle and friend. “There, that’s her, third from the right. What do you think?” 

“Sorry but who the hell is this and how in the hell did you get my number??” You semi yelled into the phone, as the background crowd noise and the band on stage started playing again.

“Your friend Emma! She was giving out numbers to people!” 

OH that bitch… you turned around to look at your two other friends, who are currently holding drinks in their hands, with a stiff smile on their face, looking semi guilty but not sorry at all. 

“Surprise!”  One of your friends laughed nervously as you glared at them, hands up trying to defend themselves. “We just want to help you..”   

“Hello?? Hellooo? You still there?” you turned back to your phone, ignoring your friend’s comment. “ Put Emma on the phone for me, PLEASE.”  You try to sound as polite as possible to the stranger on the phone as you requested for your friend, but a hint of anger still sips through. 

“So, explain yourself.” You growled. 

“Oh, you’ll like him, I promise.” Dodging your anger, Emma quickly put forward her case, “Look, I can see him right in front of me, I chatted to him for a bit, and his friend, who is equally as cute,” she sighed, “ come on, just come over to meet him! He fits all your criteria, plus, he did mention you are his type. So, just pop over to the beer bar on the other side of the main stage, he will meet you there.” 

“I don’t think your friend is that interested in me by the sound of it… ““Relax! She is TOTALLY interested!” Just before you hung up the call you briefly overheard Emma reassuring… Kyle? 

Ah well. Why not? Let’s give it a try. This isn’t much difference to some blind date or meeting up through a dating app right?

And for the second time, you gave in to your friend.

“What did Emma say he looks like??” your friend whispered into your ear, as the three of you looked around the bar area, trying to spot the guy.

 Looking down at her phone, checking the message Emma sent through; “Let see.. Uh, Dark skin, short curly hair..taller than you? Brown eyes.. And.. scar on his cheek on the left? How vague can this woman be…”she mumbled. 

Your eye stopped at this tall dark man standing at the corner of the bar. 

There he is, in a simple white singlet, ¾ blue jeans and matching cream colour shoes and jacket tied around his waist. 

Casual, yet stylish. And wooah boy, the tight fit clothing definitely shows off his lean but well toned muscles beautifully. Is it suddenly getting hotter in here?

“I think that’s him there….” you whispered into your friend’s ear as you pointed to him.”he is the only one that fits all the description…” 

“Let me go scout him out.” Before you can say anything or pull her back, she marched towards the bar, full of purpose. 

She subtly slid into the gap between him and the patron next to him, ordering a drink, while trying to side eye him at same time. 

Her eyes brighten up as she spotted something, and turn towards facing you and your other friend, nodding furiously. 

“OH! Is that the wristband Emma gave you?” you heard your friend speak loudly. Gosh, how much more embarrassment would your friend bring you? You mentally facepalm yourself as your other friend drags you towards the bar. “You must be Kyle! Where is Emma and your friend??”

You can see him getting startled as he jumps slightly, turning around to face her. “Um, they took off about ten minutes ago, saying there was a band that both of them needed to check out…um, who are you?” Waving her hand dismissively, “It doesn’t matter who I am, it matters who SHE is. Come come, come meet my friend, the mysterious lady you are going to try woo tonight.” She stepped forward and half pushed you towards the bar area, “Alright, two of you have fun! We are going to check out the food stalls outside!” 

With that, your friend just left you and Kyle, standing in the middle of the bar, staring at each other awkwardly. Fidgeting with your hand, you decided to break the ice first. “Hey um, So, you are Kyle?”  holding your hand out, you introduced yourself. 

“Kyle, Kyle Garrick, but everyone calls me Gaz,”  you raised your eyebrow, confused. He chuckled, “Inside joke. Don’t worry.” waving towards an empty seat right beside you, “you must be tired walking all the way from the otherside of the festival ground in the mud. Take the seat.” Oh a gentleman, you thought, tick a box. 

“Thanks Ky… Gaz.” After turning around ordering yourself a drink, you start asking him questions. “So.. seen any bands you like?”

Gaz shrugged. “ I’m not familiar with any of them to be honest with you. I got dragged here by my friend because he said I need, ah, more, ahem, companionship.” Gaz quickly took a sip of his beer, hiding his embarrassment of hidden meanings of his words. 

Eyes wide, you perked up, “OH I thought I was the only victim!! My friends, the ones you just met,” waving into the air into nowhere while rolling your eyes. “dragged me here because they said I need to find someone to relieve my sexual frustration.” 

Gaz burst out laughing at your bluntness. “Sounds like we have much in common. Should we form a self-help group to recover from the trauma our friend has bestowed upon us?” Gaz gives you a wink and flashes you a wide smile as he jokingly suggested. 

Very cute smile too. How perfect can this man be? Got humour,physically attractive, a gentleman.. You have to admit, Emma might have helped you to hit a jackpot here. 

“Well, to form a group, we have to start up a member list.” You tilted your head as you whipped out your phone,smirking. “And better set up regular meetings to talk about our problems right?” Using all the flirting energy you haven’t had a chance to use.. At all? You are going all out. 

“So, we should set up a date then?” There’s a mischievous yet excitement in his eyes and bright smile as he takes your phone to enter his own number in there. 

“It’s a date.”  

“You going to shag him tonight?”

“Shut the hell up Emma… and Thanks.” 

Ok. so I said it's based on a true event. and 80% of it's truth. idea came from my receptionist, who excitingly told me about her experience at a country music festival she went to last week. She made up a whole lot of wrist bands with her name and phone number on it, and both her friends and her were handing it out during the festival. she did end up striking a date :) which is happening this week LOL. So.. it works??

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Do You Love Me - Hangman

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Female Civilian Wife Reader

WARNING: Mostly fluff. Some sexual references

SONG: “Do You Love Me” by The Contours

Photo from Pinterest

After everyone had finally gotten on ground from the mission, went back to their respective homes and cleaned off, Maverick invited everyone to a backyard BBQ to relax before the later night celebrations at Hard Deck. He sent out a group text to the team if they were bringing anyone, but making it known that this was a small affair. His backyard wasn’t huge.  

Some people replied they weren’t bringing anyone, but Maverick estimated that if he bought 25 total burgers and buns, they would not go to waste. The aviators he knew would go through at least 2 per person. He didn’t have much time to get side dishes, and he figured if people did bring food, he’d be happy to not cook for a few days.

“Maverick! Where do you want these?” Rooster asked, carrying two cases of beer as he made his way to the backyard. Maverick smiled, gesturing over with his hand to the cooler with ice that was off to the side. Rooster nodded, setting them down, but taking two and opening them for him and Maverick. 

It was like Rooster broke the dam of people arriving, because it wasn’t a half an hour past that almost everyone had arrived. Penny and Amelia had arrived afterwards, followed by Coyote and Fanboy. Then Phoenix and Bob arrived.

“Is he trying to make a grand entrance or something?” Phoenix asked, sarcastically, as they noticed that Hangman was the only one missing from the party. Everyone was sitting or standing close to the grille where Maverick was cooking. Rooster rolled his eyes. 

“I wouldn’t be surprised” Bob said, as everyone just chuckled.

Suddenly, they heard his voice, as well as someone else’s.

“Wait, did Hangman actually bring someone?” Rooster asked, looking over to Maverick who simply shrugged.

“Your savior is here!” Hangman shouted, when he entered the backyard. The group looked over to him, shocked as they saw holding a baby in a wrap on his front, with a cakecontainer in his arms. Then you stepped out next to him, looking a few months pregnant, holding the hands of  two young twin boys. You shook your head at Jake’s expression. 

“I’m so sorry we’re late. The twins didn’t want to cooperate” You said, before looking around at the people. “Where should we put the cake?” 

Everyone still was shocked, jaws dropped and not moving, just staring at the couple.

“Mommy” one of the boys whined, twisting and squirming on your arm, wanting to run around the backyard. You looked down and shot him a glare. 

“Stop that now or else I’ll take you home right now and leave you with a babysitter. You won’t be having any of that cake we made and you won’t be spending time with your dad and his friends” You said, in a light threatening tone, which instantly caused him to stop.

“Sorry, I’ll take the cake into the kitchen so it can be cool until we’re ready. Rooster, man the grille” Maverick said, the first to snap out of the surprise, handing the metal tongs to Rooster, before leading you into the house. You smiled, Jake following him into the kitchen as you took the boys over to the huddled group.

“Hi! I’m so sorry if we’re so surprised, but Jake never mentioned you…I’m Natasha, or Phoenix” Phoenix said, not in a jealous way but more curious. Chuckling, you nodded.

“Yes, don’t ask me why but he likes to keep his thoughts separate or something like that. I’m Y/N. Boys do you want to introduce yourself?” You said, knowing if they didn’t meet them now, the twins wouldn’t have any more patience. You looked at the boys awaiting.

“Hi I’m Tyler Seresin and I’m 4” Tyler said.

“Hi I’m Tommy Seresin and I’m 4” Tommy said. The group just looked at the boys with smiles.

“Alright, thank you boys. Now you can go play. Just stay in the backyard, don’t hurt yourself or someone else, and be polite” You said, as you let go of their hands and they all but took off running, chasing each other. You sighed, watching them for a second, before turning to the group with a smile.

“I’d give you a beer since it looks like you need it, but I’ll give you a chair instead. I’m Javy, or Coyote” Javy said, pulling over a lawn chair for you.

“Thank you. Those two are usually good, but when Jake’s around, there’s no controlling their energy” You said, sitting down.

“Oh god, mini Hangmen’s?  I’m Bradley, or Rooster. ” Rooster said, as the group, including you, laughed. The rest of the team took this opportunity to introduce themselves quickly, shaking your hand. 

“I’m so glad this next one is a girl, finally. Jake’s got Danny on him” You said, rubbing your belly, thinking about your baby growing inside.

“I mean, you on your way to getting a whole dagger team” Bob said.

“That’s the plan” Jake interrupted before you could say anything. You raised an eyebrow at him, but he kissed your lips softly, easing your anger.

“You plan on carrying some of these babies?” You replied when you broke your kiss. Jake, as well as the rest of the group laughed.

“Hi, I’m Pete Mitchell, but call me Maverick” Maverick said, introducing himself to you before he went back behind the grill.

“Thank you for inviting us, and I apologize for the delay. As I told the others, the twins are menaces when his dad’s around” You said.

“Just like his dad” Rooster joked, as everyone laughed except Jake, who just rolled his eyes with a smile.

“So, how long have you two been married?” Phoenix asked.

“The twins are 4, so 5 years? I got pregnant with them right after our honeymoon” You said.

“Right after Academy graduation. I’ve known and loved her my whole life” Jake said, with an adoring smile. You smiled back at him, watching him as he carried Danny and drank a beer.

“So, how did you manage to stay with Hangman? I mean, no offense” Natasha asked and you chuckled, thinking back on the memory.

“Oh it’s a funny story really” You said, giggling as you watched Jake’s face turn a bit red in embarassment.

“Is Hangman actually blushing?” Bob asked.

“Oh I really want to hear this” Rooster said, leaning forward in interest.

“I’ve known Jake my whole life. Our parents were close friends, and I could say he was my best friend. I didn’t like him like that though until my debutante ball” You said, as Jake rolled his eyes. 

“I need another beer for this story” He said, reaching over to crack open another one.

“I love this story. You were such a romantic” You said, with a teasing smile.

“Were a romantic? Too bad you can’t get more pregnant” Jake replied with a smirk. You shook your head.

“Hangman a romantic?” Coyote asked, pushing for you to finish your story.

“Yes, he really wanted to be my date to the debutante ball, but Jake was a terrible dancer. So I said no” You said, shrugging your shoulders. “I wasn’t going to get my foot stepped on all night for so many hours, to be with Jake who was just my best friend. But Jake wouldn’t take no for an answer so he learned how to dance, made a huge scene in school, and then I said yes” 

“What did he do?” Bob asked.

“Why are all the tables pushed to the side?” You asked, looking at the cafeteria with your friends, as you all entered for lunch. Everyone was looking at the same area, confused as you were. Then, out of the crowds, you saw Jake walking towards the middle with one of his friends off to the side of the empty circle, with a CD player. You looked surprised, wondering what was going on, as Jake was scanning the room, looking for someone before he locked eyes on you and smiled widely. 

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you take me as your date, now that I can dance?” He said, before motioning to his friend to hit play and reaching his arm to you, as he walked over, pulling you into the middle of the empty cafeteria. 

”Wow Hangman, I’m impressed” Maverick admitted, as the rest of the team nodded.

“I wasn’t letting anyone else be her date. She’s the love of my life. Absolutely perfect and I’d be an idiot to not do everything I could for her” Jake admitted, making your cheeks flush a bit. He shot you a wink, knowing later on what that comment would get him - albeit it was the truth and he would do anything to make you happy. 

“That’s so romantic” Natasha all but cooed.

“I want to see this! Come on Hangman, show her you still got it” Fanboy said, and soon the whole group was encouraging him. Jake looked at you, visually asking if you would want to.

You gave a sigh, getting out of your chair as the group cheered.

“Penny can you hold Danny?” Jake asked, thinking she’d be the safest bet as she had a kid of herself.

“You don’t trust the rest of us, Hangman?” Rooster teased.

“Nope. Can you play Do You Love Me?” Jake asked, before taking your hand and guiding you a few steps away from the group so you two could dance.

He took you into his arms, gently holding you tightly, looking down into your eyes. You could always get lost staring into those eyes of his. 

You broke my heart

‘Cause I couldn’t dance

You didn’t even want me around

And now I’m back

To let you know

I can really shake ‘em down

Do you love me?

I can really move

Do you love me?

I’m in the groove

Now do you love me?

Do you love me

Now that I can dance

It didn’t take long before the twins noticed your dancing, and cut in, distracting the two of you. 

“Wow Hangman, you got moves!” Coyote cheered, as you two made your way back to the group. Jake kissed you, sitting in your chair, before bringing you to sit on his lap. 

“I’m impressed” Rooster admitted, looking at the couple. 

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[flumet]

Just a Nightmare

Read it on AO3

Severus Snape & Harry Potter

Raiting: Gen

Summary:

Harry wakes Severus up after having a nightmare. Severus, tired and groggy, just wants to get back to sleep, but Harry seems more shaken by his nightmare than he initially thought. Severus sacrifices his sleep to reassure Harry that he won't ever leave. Sometimes, all it takes are some cuddles to chase away the nightmares.

Tags: Severitus, Severus Snape Acting as Harry Potter's Parental Figure, Snape is NOT Harry's biological father, Child!Harry, Nightmares, Platonic Cuddling, Mild emotional hurt/comfort, Parenting, One Shot

Words: 1318

Chapters: 1/1

This is part of a one-shot series, but can be read as a stand alone!

(Posted this a while ago but forgot to post a reminder here!)

#harry potter #one shot #severus snape #harry potter fanfiction #fanfiction #ao3 link #ao3 #one shot series #Severitus #nightmares #Flumet fanfiction

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Who Are You? (Pt 1)

Pairing: Aris x female reader

Summary: You finally escaped the Glade. Everything finally seems to be going your way. However, that is quickly disrupted when a random boy takes her place.

Life was okay. I got to try greasy pizza and sugery soda. I would get to sleep on a real bed with an actual blanket and pillow. I wouldn't have to hear any grievers while I was trying to sleep. It was all smooth rolling from here.

Then, it wasn't. It seemed simple enough. Teresa was using the bathroom in the middle of the night. That should be nothing more than an annoyance that I was awoken. Instead, it was confusion and hidden panic.

In Teresa's place was a boy I had never seen before. It's true that it was dark in here, but I would recognize any Glader even if it was by their voice. Besides, they were in a separate room, and this one was supposed to be for girls.

He certainly wasn't here when I went to sleep so when exactly did he arrive? Even more importantly where was my friend?

"Who are you?"I asked. "No one,"He shrugged. "Nice answer shuckface. Now tell me who you are and where my friend is now,"I demanded.

"Friend? There wasn't anyone besides you when I got here. I don't know what you're talking about."

Deciding I was tired of interrogating him in the dark I walked to the door and flipped on the light switch.

This kid was definitely not someone I knew. He had olive skin and short hair. From what I could see his eyes were some mix of blue or green. It was hard to properly tell. His hair was dark and short, and he was rather tall. He was absolutely not one of the Gladers.

He stood there with a face full of determination and what I think was attitude. He cocked an eyebrow and looked me up and down as if I was the untrustworthy one.

"My friend was asleep in that bed,"I told him, pointing at her bed. "No. That's my bed,"He argued.

"Teresa's."

"Mine."

"Teresa's."

"Mine."

I hate to admit it, but we were doing this for a while. At some point it was almost a shouting match.

"Teresa, Y/N, are you two in there?"Thomas screamed, banging on the door.

"See? It's Teresa's,"I told the mystery boy. I didn't even know his name. Just that he was too stubborn for my liking.

I unlocked the door, and almost all of the Gladers came tumbling down. It would be a humorous sight if the situation wasn't so worrying.

"Thank goodness. Are you hurt? Where's Teresa?"Thomas asked in one breath.

"I'm not hurt, but Teresa's missing. She isn't with you all, and what happened? You all look like you've seen death?"

"It's a really long story. Now what do you mean she's missing?"Newt asked. "Exactly that."

"Who's this shuckface?"Minho asked loudly. "I don't know. He was just here when I woke up. He keeps claiming that Teresa's bed is his, and I was the only person here,"I explained.

"Who are you?!"Minho yelled. This kid just stood there and shrugged. The way he acts so nonchalant about the situation made me want to snap his neck.

"None of your business."

That was a really bad move. Minho was obviously more intimidating than me so I was not subtle when I gave him space to go through. Minho instantly dangled his feet off the floor as he held him against the wall. I stood there and looked at the kid again. He didn't look terrified, but he definitely didn't look as confident.

"Okay, okay. My name's Aris."

Minho didn't let him down so Aris awkwardly patted Minho's arm. "Hey man. Can you let me down now? I'd like to be able to breathe again." Minho very calmly dropped Aris who rubbed his throat. I glanced at the other Gladers who were just standing there. Then, I remembered the way they burst through the doors, and a million questions started running through my head.

"What do we do now? Why is everyone panicked? What are you even doing here? What even happened to you guys?"I asked in one breath. "A lot, and it looks like we're about to have plenty of time to explain,"Newt responded. "Yeah, and it's definitely going to confuse you even more so let's just get started. The sooner we figure out what to do the better,"Winston sighed.

----

"Okay. Basically you had our experience but somewhat not. I mean, it checks out,"I said when Aris was done explaining. "Yeah,"He shrugged. "Yeah. Y/N, come with me for a second,"Newt said, giving me a look. The look of 'I'm about to completely debate you and have a serious conversation.' I gave the look to Minho who passed it on to Thomas. We all huddled near the corner.

"Does it actually check out though?"Minho whispered. "Yeah. He doesn't seem that untrustworthy. He hasn't given him a reason to doubt his story,"I shrugged. "I don't know. He could be working for them. Especially with what we experienced,"Newt added. "Him? You think he would be able to help kill a bunch of people? Just look at him. Minho easily shoved him against a wall."

"What if he's working with them to trick us though? What if that's what he wants us to think?"

We all turned to look back at him who was staring off into space in a corner.

"Yeah. I think he's fine."

They all snapped their heads to look at me, and I knew what they were thinking.

"Not like that."

Okay. Maybe sorta like that, but they don't need to know that.

"Okay. Now let's move on from that for now. We might want to look around again to find Teresa. Warning. It's even more disgusting than we've described so if you want to stay-"

"I'm coming with. Let's just figure out what's happening."

----

It wasn't like what they described. In fact all the dead bodies had disappeared. None of us heard anything while in the room so we don't know how. Then again we don't know anything about what's happening.

After looking everywhere in the small building we headed back to the room in defeat.

"Hey. Why did the name tags change?"Thomas asked. "What name tags?"I questioned. "When we arrived there were name tags. Subject A1 Teresa Anges The betrayer and Subject A9 Y/N The Truth,"Newt explained. I looked at where Thomas was pointing, and none of that was there. Instead, it read Subject B1 Aris Jones The Partner and Subject A9 Y/N The Partners Accomplice."

"What the? You're sure this was different before?"I checked. "Yeah. We all saw,"Newt told me. "But we came across the files with all of ours. Mine wasn't even there, and none of yours matched. Why would mine change and match with this random boy?"

"I don't know. Isn't an accomplice usually a bad thing?"Thomas asked. I shook my head. "Maybe it's something else. Maybe we shouldn't even worry about these."

But deep down we all knew nothing could be ruled out. This very well might be something else we need to worry about.

#tmr aris #the maze runner #aris jones #one shot #the scorch trials #aris x reader #one shot series #part 1 #plot twist #tmr #strangers to lovers

[minim236]

just put your sweet lips on my lips, we could just kiss like real people do 

She laughed so gently that Eloise feared it was pity or rejection.

"Eloise, you can kiss me,"

--

Series of one shots that are loosely connected about Marina and Eloise falling in love and everyone else around them knowing about it.

#meloise fic #regency lesbians!!! #bridgerton au #bridgerton #bridgerton fic #femslash febuarary #marina x eloise #eloise x marina #marina thompson #eloise bridgerton #to lady crane with love #femslash feb 2023 #one shot series #fluff #angst and fluff

[seeds-and-sins]

The Only Truth - Series

Pairing: Oz “The Penguin” Cobblepot x F!Reader

Rating: T (Curse words, implied sexual relationship, betrayal, adult themes)

Description: Oz trusted you-Only you-With his livelihood, with his business, with his heart. And you betrayed him in the worst way possible.

Author’s Note: This is a little work in progress. Nothing is for certain, but it was just a thought I had to articulate into a story. I plan on adding little one shots here and there, involving different periods of time within this relationship.

Second

Third

You envied vengeance, anonymous justice felt so much sweeter, to put on a mask and pretend that you had done something worth celebrating. There was no glory in this, no victory, you were a traitor, a pig, one of them, and for what? Some stupid job where you walked around with a flimsy badge bowing your hip. Part of the so called special club that didn't pay well and had no real benefits. Your fingers twitched over the handgun, neatly holstered at your side. The commotion around you, activating an uneasiness, a caution, everything felt like it was in slow motion; you felt like you couldn't breath, you felt like the heavy weight on your chest far exceeded that of the tactical vest that covered it.

 Gotham City Swat was storming the crowd, club lights flashed, music pumping and pounding in tantum with your growing heart rate, patrons screamed and ran for the exits. It was like interrupting a college frat party on a larger scale: you were watching people hide their drugs, you were watching people hide their faces, you were watching people flea through exits you didn't even know existed. Your entire body was frozen in place, feet planted to the metal floor of the Iceberg Lounge as you stared around with wide eyes, like a deer in headlights.

 Slowly, you lifted your head to the floor space that held at the top of a steep set of metal stairs, overlooking the club. The dim light beamed through it's windows, signaling its lack of vacancy, you wished that wasn't the case. You cared little for anyone else, cared little for the drugs, the money, the criminals and dirt bags that prowled the Iceberg Lounge. There was only one man that you really cared for, and you hurt for him, you hurt for this moment that had been so many years in the making. Your feet moved of their own volition, tears streamed down your cheeks as you walked. This was your operation and so this would be your burden.

 Your opposite hand clutched onto a piece of paper, scribbled on with black ink, yet, carrying the entirety of the events unfolding around you. Wasn't that insane? To think that a single document could cause so much, that a mere signature had the ability to metastasis your grief. You had never thought you'd make it this far, but the day you realized you would, you could only imagine guilt and sorrow. Your boots thumped with each lift to the metal stairs, sounding out beneath you as you rose. Once at the top, you glanced one more time at what was happening below, hundreds of people attempting to vacate as the team searched for specific faces and specific items. It was a chaotic scene, and it was all your doing. You closed your eyes and sighed, your nostrils inhaling again the scent of sweat and booze that permeated the club's atmosphere.

Your freehand gripped the railing, attention turning to the dark hallway that split two ways; one leading to the changing rooms and the other leading to the man you had been dreading the thought of ever having to face again. You carried onward, somehow, despite yourself. The darkness enveloping you from the flashing lights, you passed through a wave of beads as you approached your destination. Each step forward wounded you, like being stabbed over and over again, except not by an enemy or an opposing force, but by yourself. The tears left trails that painted your cheeks, glistening off the plush skin, dripping off the edge of your jaw.

  There was only light at the end of the hallway, even as brief sputters of color filtered through the lengthy windows that spanned the walkway. You could hear him then, pacing, muttering something to himself, and the sound of his voice almost stopped you. Perhaps he was on the phone, making an important call, tying up some loose ends, the one that got away. There was no getting away from what you had done. When the light of his office streamed out across your skin, revealing your presence at the entrance, he stopped completely. His dark eyes met you and you could read the mixture of emotions that flowed from him; rage, misery, confusion. His face wrinkled, he was on the phone, he quickly hung up and shoved it in the breast pocket of his suit.

"Well, go on, honey..." He snarled, "Place is yours to scope out so I've heard." In all the time you had known Oz, never was his anger directed toward you. And understandably, you couldn't blame him. For so long, you whispered sweet words into his ear, you kissed his scars and soothed his loneliness, all leading up to the one day you would betray him.

"I-" It took you a moment to find your voice, and the tears streaming down your cheeks might had been crocodile tears in his eyes. "I-I have a warrant." You held up the document, which he didn't even take a second to acknowledge. He scowled deeply at you, closing his eyes and turning away.

"I don't give a fuck. Do what ya' gotta do and get the fuck out'a here." There was no apology that could make up for this. He welcomed you into his embrace, into his home, had even offered you a diamond ring worth more than any amount of income you had collected in this worthless job. He called you sweetheart and kissed your forehead and told you about himself, told you more than anyone ever knew. Yet, here you were, nothing to him now. All of that love, true love that you held for him, it meant nothing. Not after this. Not after having finally revealed yourself to him.

  You remembered the last time you spoke, you hadn't seen him for a few days and he was genuinely worried about you. The both of you did live together after all, and he always knew where you were in some fashion. If the twins weren't watching over you for protection, then he was there and if he wasn't there, then he was surveilling your location via phone. With the raid just around the corner, you knew you needed to get out of there before Oz suspected you in some way. It was the worst thing you had ever done, even worse than turning down Oz's proposal in a crowded room.

He was scared. You heard his resolve wavering over the phone as he spoke to you.

Come home, baby. I'm worried about ya’. Whatever it is going on, we can fix it together.

No. You saw what Oz did to cops, you revealing yourself as one would only put a target on your back, the worst kind. No matter how much you wanted to tell him, you knew that it wouldn't end the way you wished. You wished it could be so simple, you could remain with Oz as your real self, be with him like you had found yourself wanting to more and more with each passing day. But the reality was this: he was a crime lord, you were a cop, neither mingled, neither could. In his world, you should be dead. In your world, he should be in jail.

It was over.

"Oswald?" You cried that night. "No matter what happens, I need you to know that I love you. I love you so much."

"Honey, sweetheart, my love, you know I love you too. What's wrong?! Did someone threaten you? Did I do something you didn't like?! Talk to me, please. Please come back home."

You hung up on him.

Home. Home had become wherever he was. For seven years! Home was where he was! If he was with you, you were home. The materialistic belongings that you had acquired over the years, they didn't even matter, none of it mattered. The flat screen TVs, the expensive and custom made furniture, the classic paintings that he would buy for you just because he could, the loads of jewelry, the giant bathtub, the dresses and shoes and purses; all luxuries that had become your shared splendor with none other than the man you were supposed to be incriminating.

It was easy in the beginning, another job, another attempt at putting away one of the most proficient crime bosses in Gotham City. But then you started to fall in love and then he, the man that loved no one and nothing, he started to fall in love too. You had thought your tears were spent, cried out of you, every last drop in the days leading up to this, but they ceased to have an end. Even as your eyes hurt and your body ached and your heart exploded with pain.

  You quietly tucked the paper away in your back pocket, beginning your search. You wanted to throw up as he watched you with a narrowed glare that burned straight through you. Being his significant other all these years, had garnered you access to all of his stashes. You knew where he kept his unlicensed guns, the stacks of cash, the considerably large amount of drugs that he would disperse throughout the club through his waitresses. With gloved fingers, you shoved these items into a large box you had pulled from the corner of the room. You held back sobs the whole time, lifting the couch cushions, opening secret compartments, procuring bugs that you had planted ages ago. You could only imagine what he was thinking.

  The both of you had good memories in this room and he probably thought all of it was fake, he probably thought that all of it meant nothing. Trying to argue that point would only anger him more, he hated you now and he always would. Explaining to him that your trained persona was actually who you really were, only under a different alias, would make no difference. He had given you loyalty and care and love, the likes of which he never gave anyone else and, in his eyes, you had burned it to the ground.

  You halted at the table closest to the window that overlooked the club, your eyes catching the golden tray where he kept all of his jewelry; his rings, his watches, golden chains, the man enjoyed looking expensive. There, resting on top of the pile, was the watch you had gotten him all those years ago. It was at the beginning of your relationship, you wanted to impress him. Engraved on the side was none other than the words from one of your favorite poems, by Luíz Vaz de Camões: Love is a fire that burns unseen. You thought it might had been too soon at the time, but when he saw it, all your doubts were put to rest. He wore it everyday and seeing him without it only solidified the damage that you had done.

"Yeah, you can take that too." He gestured dismissively at the object that you held between your fingers. The object he once coveted as if it was his own heart. "S'not like it came from a place of love, right? Just another tactic to weasel your way into my good graces." You bit your bottom lip when it wobbled, using the back of your wrist to wipe the tears away. You must had looked so weak and vulnerable in that moment, pathetic even. This was what you wanted all those years ago, remember? When they were looking for someone to go undercover, you agreed to this. You agreed to enter the Penguin's ranks, feigning friendship and later adoration. You wanted to see your name in the papers, you wanted to get a promotion. Little did you know that you'd end up being such a mess for it. Be careful what you wish for, karma biting you in the ass seven years later. You were a different person now.

 You lifted your watery gaze, attempting to be strong in the face of his disgust and irritation.

"I'd really like you to have it." You whispered, voice cracking as you spoke. Oswald licked his lips, his eyebrows furrowed and he stepped into whatever space was left between you.

"You're kidding me, right?!" He hissed, inches from your face, "Do you have any idea what you've fuckin' done? Hmm?" He stepped closer, his body pressing closely to your side now. "Do you understand what's happened here?" You gulped, having to glance away for a moment and collect yourself before looking to him again.

"You can hate me all you want, wish me dead, do your worst. I know what I've done, I know the consequences of my ways." You gritted your teeth, a bad taste on your tongue. "But..." Your breath hitched and you had to take a deep breath. His cologne flooded you like his warmth, it took all of your will power not to lean into him for security and affection. You had missed him all these days, but you knew that things would never be the way that they once were. "I beg you to keep this. Please." You held the watch out to him, hoping he would take it.

"What? You got a tracker in there? A listening device, o' some shit?! Seems like you got one everywhere else!"

"Oz-"

"Don't fucking call me that!" He snarled, causing you to flinch away, then so abruptly he paced with hard strides to the other end of the room. "Seven years, and you act like it meant nothing! You come in here with your fake tears and your big badge and you act like everything is right as rain!"

"I don't know what to tell you." You placed the watch down in the bowl and hesitantly spun to face him. "There's nothing I can say, or do, to make this better."

"You're fucking right there isn't! Your words mean nothing to me now! You're a liar!" You clenched your fists at your sides as he continued to scream at you, just as you expected he might. "I hope you watch your back! Because I'm not gon' kill ya', but someone is gonna want you dead. You understand that?!"

"You don't have to remind me." You chewed the inside of your cheek, gathering the box you had put together.

"Goddammit!" His hand grabbed his hip and swiped the other across his face. "What the fuck?!" He shook his head, "Seven years and you didn't think to tell me this shit! You didn't think to mention: Ey, by the way, I'm a fucking cop!"

"There was nothing I could do about it! I tried to get out, I did..." You went to the station, you begged the commissioner to end the investigation, you begged them to end this. "I didn't want this."

"But look at where ya' are, look at what you're doin'. You're killin' me here, this is killin' me." His chest heaved with heated breathes, for a brief moment, his eyes softening on your hunched and distraught form. He closed his eyes and his head tilted in discomfort from to side, he winced. "FUCK!" He yelled, "I gave you everything. I would have given you the world if you asked for it."

  Oz didn't have a good knee, oftentimes he needed to wear a brace beneath his pant suits to accommodate the handicapped limb. But when he asked you to marry him and to be with him for the rest of your lives, he got down on one knee. You wanted to say 'yes', instead you cried. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at you.

I hope those are happy tears.

He had teased, smiling nervously and expectantly. Getting down on one knee was a task for him, in and of itself, but he did it for you. They weren't happy tears. You couldn't marry him and then instantaneously crush him all the same. It had gone too far. When you shook your head, his smile instantly faded. You both might had shared the same penthouse, but he didn't talk to you for days, even when you tried to explain yourself. The pain he felt then was nowhere near the pain he was feeling now.

His whole life, he had always been lesser in the eyes of others. On the streets, he worked his butt off to make a name for himself, to prove to others that he was a force to be reckoned with. And it worked. After that, all he needed to do was bide his time and wait. He hadn't anticipated Falcone being dropped dead by a bullet to his chest, but then that was his chance. It took him no more than a year to take over Gotham's criminal underworld completely. And when he did, he decided it was time to pop the question. He had everything, he could give you everything. When you turned him down, it only made him realize that he still wasn't good enough. Now this?! Come to find out, you were undercover this whole time. You were a parasite, on the inside, leaking info without a care in the world.

Why did you smile then? That smile that once warmed his cold heart. Why? Why was it that you let him hold you so dearly? Why did you not shy from his touch? Why did you crave him?

You must had been a great actor.

Because who would ever want someone like him? Without motive, who would want to be with him? No one. Being King of Gotham was a lonely position to hold, where he once thought you his Queen, he no sooner realized you were just another snake in his garden, another Judas like anyone else could be.

"I'm a terrible person, the worst kind." You muttered, blinking more wetness from your eyes. "I'm done here." You turned to leave, but he called you by your alias and stopped you in your tracks. That wasn't your name, but it might as well had become who you were. He had called you by it for so long, you would have forgotten your real name if not for the conversations you had weekly with the intel department of the GCPD.

"I should kill you." He announced, you calmly faced him, box tucked to your side.

"You should..." You sniffled, "Not sure I'll be able to live after this."

"Sure ya' won't." He scoffed, just another lie to him. "Ya'know, this might not matter to some pig like you, but I loved you. Fuck it, I still love you." He shook his head, "And that's why I can't kill you, no matter how much I want to right now. No matter how much I want to stick a bullet between your eyes." He closed in on you, like a predator to its prey, salivating at the mouth for a taste to watch you suffer. And you deserved it. "You live by the good grace of what's left of my goddamned heart." His frown deepened, emphasizing the wrinkles in his face and the pronounced divots of his scars. You gasped when his palm rose up to cup your cheek, he shook his head as his sight traced over every feature and little micro expression on your face. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You would have hated me just the same as you do now." You whimpered, your eyelids slid shut and you rested your cheek into his palm. "And I never had the guts to pull the plug. I didn't want it to end."

"I don't even know who ya' are." His voice was raspy and low, cracking at the seams, you had broken him.

"Perhaps it's better that way." When your eyes opened, you saw liquid droplets brimming his own. You had never seen him cry before, never. You were his weakness, the one thing he always feared losing. This was far worse than ever losing you.

"Go fuck off to the hole you came from. I never want to see you again." His hand fled your cheek, burying itself into a pocket inside his suit. From there he procured a small box. "And one last thing..." He carelessly dropped it in the box. "It was worth a small fortune, I'm sure you can pawn it for a good price."

"Oz-"

"Get out! Now!" As you trudged out of his office and back through the weaving path you followed once before, you felt completely devoid of yourself. You didn't know how you were even moving, you felt disconnected as words passed through your ears, the music still in beat, clubgoers continuing to make their exit.

Soon you were out in front of the Iceberg Lounge, carrying a box. With nothing but pain and grief for what you had done.

"Did you do it?" Gordon asked as he approached, squinting at you, he could tell you weren't well. Before entering the club, you announced that only you would be confronting Penguin, now you wished you had done the cowardly thing in not showing up at all.

"It's all here." Your voice cracked, face freshly wet as you blinked at him and extended the box. He sent you a somber nod in understanding, accepting the evidence you had collected. "Jim, I-" You sighed, retrieving the small box that Oswald had thrown in with the other items of importance. You then proceeded to remove your rubber gloves, carelessly tossing them over your shoulder. Next, you grabbed your gun and your badge, placing them gently into the box despite them disrupting the evidence there. "Tell the big man I'm done."

"(Y/N)?" His confusion didn't accomplish it's goal in altering your decision, your mind had been made up. "I'm sorry." He followed, instead of trying to berate you for having feelings as you knew any other cop would. In your world, Oswald Cobblepot was seen as scum. In your heart, he was the man you loved and cared about and betrayed.

"I'll call you." Gordon nodded and you accepted that as closure enough. You held the small velvet box firmly in your grasp as you squeezed through the sea of police officers once more.

You wished the universe wasn't so cruel. You wished Gotham city's justice wasn't served cold. You wished you had given up the badge years ago.

Maybe then you wouldn't be holding a ring that signified the end of the best thing that ever happened to you.

#oz cobblepot x reader #the batman 2022 #the batman #oz cobblepot #reader #comissioner gordon #one shot series

[ficmeoutofthisworld]

fic rec

aaron hotchner x bau!reader series of 5 smutty one-shots with some plot

ao3 account needed tho :(

#fic rec #aaron hotchner x reader #smut #fluff #angst #series rec #one shot series #fave fave fave #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #one shot #multichapter #accidents verse #ao3 link #aaron hotchner x bau!reader #criminal minds #cm fic rec #long fic

[raving-raven-writing]

Here is another one shot! This time for Prager! This one was kind of a fluffy and smutty piece to write--very light hearted in my opinion.

#avatar recoms #recom prager #ao3fic #atwow fanfiction #smut fanfiction #go check it out #one shot series

[s0larts]

If you didn't know I have ao3 account where I post some fics/one-shots! Yesterday I published my new au and started a new series :D

archiveofourown.org/works/49953715

#ao3 author #ao3 writer #ao3feed #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #oneshot #one shot series #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs fanfiction #bsd #bsd fanfic #bsd fandom #bsd oneshot #bsd au #alice in wonderland #bsd x aiw #au #fanfiction prompts #fanfiction writer #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity

[angelsanarchy]

What It Cost: Samuel Lafferty x Y/N Mini Series PRT 01

Tagging: @ithinkitstimetonap @kappasbbgirl @chainsawgvtsfvck @luzclarita57 @miniisunshine @madamemaximoff06 @romanroyapoligist @thirtyratsinasuit @ethical-cain-vinnel @blueberrypancakesworld @dumbbitchdelrey @loljustignoreth4t @tvgirlsbluehair @s0ulfulll @dukesofsp00ks @mommymilkers0526 @vomiting-blood @lustkillers @s-0lar @hisemoslut @roryculkinsgf @ultrakissed @tempt-ress

Samuel moved around his parents land with his brothers, doing the last of the chores for the day before they had an early supper. They were supposed to meet some new members of the church today and according to his mother, a few new members were women looking for godly men. Samuel was already happily married to Sarah but that didn't mean he couldn't check out fresh meat that one of his brother's might bring into the family.

Samuel had always been a faithful man but he often let his eyes wander. Most of his confessionals were to repent for his fantasies he had outside of his marriage. He was reassured that his thoughts, while impure, were that of a holy man looking to bring more love and light to the community.

The moment his eyes found Y/n running around with his children, he knew he was in trouble. She was a bit younger than his wife but old enough to have already been married once and birthed a child of her own. Samuel had kept his eyes on her most of the day and listened to her story being told from his mother's mouth. She had married a Mormon man but he had died while on a mission trip leaving behind her and their 8 year old little girl.

It had been over a year since her husband had passed so she appeared to be ready for remarriage and according to his father, she would be a great addition to the Lafferty family based on her involvement in her last church.

No one had ever made such an impression on his parents before and something about the way she kept herself quiet and composed like a lady but still manage to seem like a fun-loving outsider intrigued him. He watched the way her hips moved in her dress, her bare feet running through the grass after the kids, catching them and spinning them around. Her ample breasts bounced in her top but she kept all the buttons securely fastened, not allowing him even the slightest peak.

At one point, she runs directly into him and he catches her from hitting the ground.

"I'm so sorry! I clearly wasn't watching where I was running." She apologized and he smiled.

"My kids are quite atheletic. They can run you all day long if you let them." He joked.

"I've got a pretty high stamina so I think I'll be okay." She laughed. Samuel tried not to think about all the ways he could test her stamina if he just had some alone time with her.

"I'm sure Sarah appreciates the help, as well as the other little ladies." Samuel watched her tuck her hair behind her ear and lick her lips. What he wouldn't give to just get a taste of them.

"She's amazing all on her own. I'm just happy to be around such a big, loving family. I've certainly missed this." She watched the kids playing with a smile.

"Well you're always welcome here. I know if you're looking for a herd of chaotic kids to spend time with, we have that at our place all the time." Samuel offered hoping she would take him up on the offer.

"Sarah actually said she was going to check with you about my daughter and I staying a few days until our house has been cleaned and blessed. I never like to bring my baby into a home that hasn't been properly blessed." Y/n reached out and touched Samuel's arm and it gave him chills.

"Absolutely. We would love to have you both." Samuel got a sudden burst of excitement thinking about her being under the same roof as him.

He went the whole day talking to her and playing with his children as his wife and family welcomed them into the fold. Once they had gotten home, Y/n and Sarah started to put the children to bed. He passed by the laundry room and noticed his wife was bent over the dryer, trying to retrieve something, her skirt had risen up, exposing the red panties she was wearing. He walked up behind her, gripping her hips roughly and rutting his hard cock against her ass.

She yelped and stood up straight revealing it wasn't Sarah at all. Samuel let go of her hips and stepped back.

"Y/n! I'm so sorry! I thought you were Sarah!" Samuel was sure she would slap him or yell but she chuckled, pushing her hair off her face.

"Sarah let me borrow a skirt. I got my dress wet washing the kids up." She was blushing and Samuel nodded.

"Truly, I do apologize for my actions." Samuel was still rock hard and tried to hide it with his hands.

"No need to apologize. Having a healthy sex life with your wife is a beautiful thing. All those children didn't just show up." She teased. She turned back to the dryer and Samuel noticed her skirt was tucked into her panties.

"Um...you're alittle...do you mind?" He held his hands out to her waist and she glanced at her hip. She watched his hands untuck her dress and smooth it out against her panties.

"How mortifying." She covered her face and he laughed.

"Don't be silly. We can both be slightly embarrassed tonight." She looked at his face and noticed how when he smiled with his mouth, his eyes smiled too.

"Trust me Samuel, nothing about that is embarrassing...impressive but not embarrassing." She glanced down at the front of him and he bit his lip realizing she was talking about his cock. He grinned, moving his hands from her hips and pushing some of her hair out of her face.

"Red is a good color on you." He said touching her cheek just where the blush rose.

"It's my favorite color." She replied, Samuel making a mental note.

"I think it's mine now too." He teased.

Samuel had a feeling his dreams were going to be quite interesting tonight with the thought of fucking Y/n on the dryer will she screamed his name.

#Samuel Lafferty #Samuel Lafferty x Y/N #TV Series: Under the Banners of Heaven #One Shot Series #What It Cost #What It Cost Series #Rory Culkin #Culking Cult #slow start but so ready for debauchery

[kobadashi]

The Chattering Lack of Common Sense

Chapter 1: Hooligang

“Die by the hands of the great Power!” Yelled the owner of said name, Cheetos encrusted fingers smearing and sliding around the grimy PlayStation controller.

“AaaahhhhHHHHH!” Denji replied, his own fingers gripping his controller tight enough to nearly crack the shell. “How the hell do you always win!?” As the words ‘Victory’ came over the screen, he dropped the controller, resisting the urge to smash it into Aki’s floor.

Without a second thought, Power began posing like a bodybuilder, all while laughing with the mania of a psychiatric patient.

“You bitch!” Denji quickly stood, grabbing a handful of cheetos and tossing them right at the woman. Unfortunately for him, though, she was too quick; three of the four were caught between her fingers, while the fourth, she had already started happily chewing on.

“Nice try, Denji the Foul! You cannot best the almighty Power!” She struck another pose, then shoved both hands into his hair, rubbing cheeto grease and crumbs all inside of it.

The orange haired man grabbed her wrists, trying to shove her away. “I just showered last night! What’s wrong with you??” l

They were surely about to begin fighting, but before they could tackle one another to the ground, the front door opened, and they both froze.

“Can I ever enter my own home without having to stop you two from fighting like toddlers?” Aki said, in a clearly annoyed tone, shutting the door behind him. “Stop acting so childish. I brought fast food, so if you want to eat any, you’d better be respectful.”

“FAST FOOD!?” They shouted simultaneously; fast food was one of the few things they didn’t always fight over.

“McDonald’s! McDonald’s!” Denji chanted, spacing out every syllable.

“If it’s not KFC I’m gonna shit in your bed!” Said Power, and the both of them rushed over to try and take it from him.

Aki held the bag high above his head, the food residing within a plastic bag to conceal what chain he had brought it from. In order to keep them from pulling him down, one foot was planted on Denji’s chest, while his hand shoved away Power’s face.

“You two are hopeless.” He sighed, finally tossing the bag onto the floor between them. Upon tearing open the plastic, they actually found two bags; one KFC, one McDonald’s. They both immediately bowed at his feet, kissing his dress shoes.

“Thank you! Thank you!” They said, in unison once again. Aki very rarely bought them fast food; probably once every two or three months.

The black haired man stared on for a few moments, watching as the two devoured their meals. Before long, though, he exited onto the balcony.

#oneshot #chainsaw man #fanfic #denji and power #power chainsaw man #denji chainsaw man #aki hayakawa #sfw #one shot series

[wishfulwithwine]

ACOTAR x Taylor Swift

Taylor Swift Songs x ACOTAR characters one shots

All Albums & Taking Requests!

COMING SOON...

Taylor Swift 

Fearless

You Belong with Me - Azriel x Reader

Speak Now

Enchanted - Cassian x Reader

REQUEST: Castles Crumbling - Tamlin x Reader

Red

1989

REQUEST: Style - Azriel x Reader

Reputation

Don’t Blame Me - Eris x Reader

Delicate - Azriel x Reader

REQUEST: Dress - Rhys x Reader

Lover

Folklore

Evermore

willow - Azriel x Reader

Midnights

Glitch - Eris x Reader

Anti Hero - Azriel x Reader

The Great War - Rhysand x Reader - July 7, 2023

Bejeweled - Azriel x Reader

Sweet Nothing - Tarquin x Reader

Other

REQUEST: Safe & Sound - Azriel x Reader

MORE SONG ONE SHOTS COMING SOON

#taylor swift #One shot series #one shot #acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar fic #acotar x reader #eris x reader #eris acotar #eris vanserra #eris vanserra x reader #rhysand x reader #rhys acotar #rhysand x you #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azris fanfiction #azriel smut #azriel x reader #cassian acotar #cassian x reader #cassian fluff

[flumet]

Growing Together

Read it on AO3

Severus Snape & Harry Potter

Raiting: Gen

Summary:

That was until Dumbledore came with a suggestion. It surprised Severus as much as it didn’t.

“Why don’t you let young Harry go to a preschool?”

He said it like it was so simple. Severus almost thought he heard him wrong at first. When Dumbledore hadn’t said anything more for a minute Severus thought he must’ve heard right after all.

“And what exactly do you mean by that? It’s not like I can just pop off and leave the child at a muggle preschool for a few hours,” Severus snorted.

Or

Severus' workload is always overwhelming during the examination season. Harry’s opportunities to meet children his age are lacking. So, the only logical answer is: preschool!

Tags: Severitus, Severus Snape Adopts Harry Potter, Snape is NOT Harry's biological father, Harry is four, Parenting, Family Fluff, Preschool, Fathers Day, Kidfic, One Shot

Words: 2437

Chapters: 1/1

This is part of a one-shot series, but can be read as a stand alone!

#harry potter #severus snape #one shot #harry potter fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3link #ao3 #one shot series #severitus #parenting #kid fic #Fathers day #family fluff #flumet fanfiction

[that-dumb-dinosaur]

look me in the eye and tell me this isn't one of the coolest shots in any star wars tv episode. and don't even get me started on when his voice overlapped with Vader's-

#and the other one when they were fighting too???? #the scream i scrumpt #oh star wars the thing that you are #the lighting getting darker and the clones being out of view in the second shot #i'm going insane #trexi pterodactyl screeches #ahsoka show #ahsoka series #ahsoka spoilers #star wars #ahsoka show spoilers #ahsoka series spoilers #ahsoka #anakin skywalker #darth vader #kenobi 🤝 ahsoka: not being really my favorite sw shows but having crazy anakin/vader shots