#But at the end of the day it still boils down to falling asleep in your F/O's arms like most of the stuff I write

[but-thats-its-own-love-story]

Imagine Your (Magical Girl!) F/O

taking you to bed. 

(S/I is also a Magical Girl. Omg they were teammates.)

This is almost like a piece of short fiction, in that it's more specific than I usually get with establishing character for both the F/O and S/I. Your F/O is a stoic, water-themed magical girl with healing magic, and your S/I is a bashful, moon-themed magical girl with sleep magic; any resemblance to existing magical girls is entirely coincidental. Pardon the silly technique names; comes with the territory. Also you're dating. Sensual Hurt/Comfort. Possibly suggestive (I'm perpetually touch-starved), ymmv.

Tonight's fight wasn't too tough,

but it was longer than average,

and you used up way too much mana as a result...

Even with your passive defense aura,

you still felt most of the attacks you took,

and your legs are killing you from all of the supernaturally-enhanced gymnastics...

S/I: If I were just a little better at dodging...

F/O: Hey don't be so hard on yourself... You took most of those hits because you were covering for me...

S/I: You're the healer... If you got hurt...

You can't bear to think about that...

F/O: Okay, okay, I get it... Anyway your house is too far away, and you're in no condition to move, so you're sleeping over tonight.

The casual certainty with which they decided that for you has you too flustered to stammer out a response,

but before you can even try,

they scoop you into a bridal carry and take off...

You're glad it's so dark,

because you can only imagine the shade of red your face is right now...

They swoop in through their bedroom window,

land with effortless grace,

and set you down directly on their bed...

It's super soft and fluffy,

and it smells just like them...

You involuntarily take an audibly deep breath...

You're so enrapt in their scent,

that you don't notice them openly staring at you,

transfixed by the blissful expression on your face...

Until they collapse...

That'll get your attention...

F/O: Guess I used a bit too much mana myself...

S/I: Unbelievable... You're in even worse shape, and you still carried me home? You're hopeless...

With some effort, you drag them fully onto the bed...

S/I: Come on, let's change back and go to sleep already...

F/O: No wait... Let's stay like this a bit longer... I want to heal you first, and... I need a favor...

You narrow your eyes at their apologetic smile,

then let out a beleaguered sigh...

S/I: The nightmares again?

They nod once,

and you pull their tired body on top of you,

begrudgingly taking comfort from their warmth,

as they straddle you in their sleek color-coded tights,

and press their impossibly soft chest against your own slippery smooth leotard...

It's difficult to notice through the matching color-coded eyeshadow,

but with them so close that you can feel their breath on your neck,

you can just make out the dark circles under their eyes...

S/I: How long have you gone without sleep? I know you said you can't sleep without me, but...

F/O: It's not quite that bad... I was almost exaggerating when I said that...

S/I: How long...

F/O: ...Five days?

S/I: You really are hopeless, you know that? Why didn't you tell me sooner?

F/O: Last time you stressed about how you're really only supposed to use it on civilians, and I didn't want to pressure you...

That was several times ago, not last time...

Of course the point of the magic is to make you fall asleep and forget,

but how many times have they just toughed it out without saying anything...

Why are they still so determined to push through all on their own,

until it's too much for them to handle?

Ugh, they're so hopeless...

S/I: [Twinkling Moonlight Goodnight~]

The sparkling silver dust hits them square in the face...

Despite your best efforts to restrain yourself,

your frustration got the better of you...

It’s not entirely their fault...

Your magic has only gotten stronger with your feelings for them...

F/O: Yeah I deserved that... But thank you, I mean it...

Their eyes are already half-lidded and heavy,

but they seem more fixated on yours...

Again...

F/O: Your eyes are even prettier up close... Do you... maybe wanna go out with me...?

S/I: We're already dating...

You blush like a tomato regardless...

How many times have they said this exact line and totally forgot because of your magic?

So many times even you don't remember...

F/O: Your turn... [Healing Seafoam Kiss~]

Right, they said they wanted to heal you...

Wait...

S/I: Aren't you supposed to blow the ki-*mmph*

They lean in and kiss you as deep as their eyes,

which incidentally are also prettier up close,

and the full force of their what-should-be area-of-effect healing magic hits you like a truck...

They taste salty and sweet,

and wave after wave of soothing warmth washes over you like bath water...

Your formerly aching legs feel like pudding...

You're too overwhelmed to move,

helpless in their undertow,

completely at their mercy as they drown your mind in a veritable ocean of numbing comfort...

Good thing too,

because if you think for too long about the implications of magic being tied to feelings,

and how strong their magic is right now...

Another wave hits you and your eyes roll back...

No more thoughts...

They finally relent,

but you've already been swept out with the tide...

Thankfully, they're too drowsy from your own magic to notice their effect on you...

F/O: Let's do that thing... where we hold hands... You know... to share mana...?

S/I: That's supposed to be for emergencies... but at this point... go right ahead...

They scrounge around by your sides until they find your hands,

and lace their fingers with yours over your head,

pinning you utterly and completely,

before finally succumbing to your magic,

and nestling into the crook of your neck,

out like a light...

You can feel your face burning,

but your muscles are so relaxed now you couldn't get out of this position if you wanted to...

Your mana flows from your heart,

through your clasped hands,

into their heart,

and theirs does the same,

forming a loop...

Your heart is still racing from that kiss,

but as the magic circuit pumps your mana in rhythmic cyclical pulses,

Your heartbeats start to sync up,

and your breathing slows to match theirs,

easing you peacefully to sleep...

...

You're lying in a shallow pool of warm water,

under a dark sky shimmering with countless silver stars... 

Your body still won’t move...

They're kneeling beside you...

Both of your bodies are enveloped in soft color-coded light,

like you're midway through your transformation sequence...

Their hands are covered in soft foam,

the form their healing magic usually takes,

and they smile down at you,

and begin to caress you all over,

covering your body with a hazy warmth,

like napping while sunbathing,

that makes you forget what pain even feels like...

You close your eyes,

and suddenly you're the one kneeling,

with their head in your lap,

and your hands in their hair...

You return the favor,

kneading silver sparkles into their roots,

watching their eyes glaze over as their painful memories melt away into blissful relief and awestruck adoration...

...

You wake together,

still holding hands,

but now you're the one on top,

your head resting comfortably on their supple chest...

F/O: Thanks, I really needed that...

S/I: Mhm...

You're not sure how flushed you look...

You glance down abashedly at your tangled legs,

and notice something's different...

Your color-coded tights have taken on a gradient,

your usual color fading to match theirs just beneath the layered frills of your translucent skirt;

Theirs are the same but reversed...

You look up and see one of your ribbons in their hair,

and you have a feeling you're wearing one of theirs...

You try to untangle yourself,

but you realize both hands are tied at your ring fingers,

with red thread...

You lock eyes,

and your normally stoic partner is beside themself,

their eyes so soft for you that your breath hitches...

F/O: Maybe we... shared a little too much mana...

S/I: You really love me that much, huh...

If you managed a bonding ritual in your sleep, there's no mistaking it now...

You push them back onto the bed,

pinning them in the same position they had you in last night...

S/I: No sparkles this time... I want you to remember exactly what this feels like...

You kiss them with all the bottled-up emotions of all the nights they noticed your eyes were even prettier up close for the first time,

again and again and again,

and they surrender to you unconditionally,

lost in how your eyes look even prettier up close,

but different somehow,

their thoughts drifting away to the relentless rhythm of your lips on theirs...

Your mana coursing through their heart...

Your heart beating in sync with theirs...

Completely hopeless...

Utterly yours...

[hmusunoo]

𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒! - hyung line

▏synopsis. enhypen hyung line as different types of angst tropes

▏warnings. angst, most of these are really sad.

▏wc. 2k

✩ heeseung - memory loss

You woke up in a blur. The lights to this very lit up room were blinding, coupled with the white walls and thin sheets you laid upon. Your mind was in a haze, your eyes taking long to adjust to its surroundings as your head pounded so hard you could feel the ache behind your eyes. Groggily you brought your hand up, pawing at your eyes to alleviate the bleariness from them.

Your confusion was laden on your face as you took in your surrounds. You were definitely in a hospital that was for certain. If it weren’t for the stark white of the room and the crisp smell of cleaning supplies you weren’t sure if your mind would have even registered it. It seemed that normal day to day things were splotchy to recall, names of objects and colors were hard to come by.

Your body had ached. Feeling as if you were hit by an a thousand pound truck at record speed and in the confusion to find your bearings you hadn’t noticed the hunched figure that sat directly next to your hospital bed, fast asleep. Chest rising and falling at a rhythm.

more under the cut!

A boy sat next to your bed, holding tightly to your hand as if it were his lifeline. You wiggled your hand out of the boys grip. The movement had caused the boy to stir, opening his eyes to peer at you. The boys eyes widened as he looked you.

"Y/n!" He said, hoping up from his place on the bed. "You're awake." His smile had brought a small sense of warmth to your chest, one you couldn't explain and were extremely confused by.

You tilt your head in confusion at the boy but said nothing, struggling to find the right words to say, to break his happy spirit when you tell this boy that you had no idea who he was. None at all.

Finally deciding to break the ice you asked "Who are you?" The bright smile that once adorn this beautiful boys fell, a look of confusion now replaced the happy expression. "What?" He asked his tone broken sounding.

"It's Heeseung? Your'e boyfriend.." You tried your hardest to force the memories of him back but it just wasn't working. You had no idea who he was and somehow deep down inside of you seeing him sad and heartbroken hurt you.

Your mind might not have any idea to who he was but your heart definitely had.

✩ Jake - bet

You were running. You weren't entirely sure where you were going but all you did know was that you had to get out of here.

You were trying to catch your breath but the bubbling of a sob was to hard to swallow, catching in your throat. The sound of footsteps behind you reminding you to keep your pace and not allow Jake to catch up to you. You feared that your resolve might break if you were face to face with him after what was just revealed to you.

"Y/n!" Jake shouted after you panting. His voice breathy from running. You started slowing down getting tired. The single lapse win pace was Jake's biggest advantage in catching up to you. "Listen to me please, baby"

Jake sounded desperate his voice breaking slightly at the end of his sentence. "Please" he pleaded again. You stood still your back to him hugging your arms around yourself, the only form of protection you could provide yourself.

"You lied to me" You whispered not able to conjure up anger only sadness. "I was a bet, a fucking bet" The tears from your eyes like a waterfall. You didn't turn to him, you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. You wanted to appear stronger than that even though you knew you weren't.

"I can explain, ok." Jake said sucking in a breath "I'm sorry I hurt you-"

"You broke me!" You whipped around to look at him finally. The anger finally simmering in you, reaching its boiling point and exploding all over the two of you.

"I gave everything to you! Just to find out I was a fucking bet. The punch line of your sick fucking joke. I don't want any part of it anymore. Leave me alone." You spit the words at him trying to hurt him like he had hurt you. You think you succeeded when you watched his face drop. A look of despair over taking him. He was one hell of an actor you'd give him that.

"Just- let me explain before you berate me-"

"You deserve it" You said cutting him off again "You deserve to hurt like I hurt Jake."

"You were a bet." He said, you scoffed shaking your head at him "I know that already."

"But I fell in love with you, that was real. And I know that doesn't change how this happened but I mean it ok? I love you. " The tears felt like they were forming again.

Your heart breaking even more, you knew within yourself that you would not be able to forgive him. if now or if ever you weren't sure, you just knew that it hurt walking away from him.

✩ jay - saying hurtful things in anger during an argument

"You're not listening to me!" You shouted in frustration grabbing your head in annoyance. "You never have time for me anymore Jay. I miss you"

"I hear you loud and clear Y/n, and im telling you I can't help that I have a job and responsibilities." Jay sat on the couch head in his hands as you stood over him trying to get him to just hear you out god damnit.

"That's not what I mean and you know it Jay." You said defeated. "I just want you to make time for me. I miss my boyfriend, I miss who we used to be."

"I can't always be the same person y/n" Jay snapped, standing from his place on the couch. "Some of us are trying to do things in their life, some of us want to be successful and not be stuck at home listening to their nagging girlfriend all day." The words struck you.

You said nothing in surprise at his sudden outburst. The silence more than likely clearing Jay's mind. The realization of what he said hanging in the air over the two of you.

"So I'm just some loser girlfriend who waits at home all day for her more successful boyfriend to make a living for her. got it." You said curtly nodding at Jay.

"Y/n I didn't me-"

"You didn't mean it? Then why did you say it Jay. Stop kidding yourself that's the most real thing you've said to me in awhile." Your words stung him. The severity of the situation dawning on him.

"I didn't mean to say it like that Y/n." Jay said, reaching out to grab your waist. You turned away from him softly muttering "I need a break."

"You need a break?" He asked, his tone rushed. "Are you breaking up with me? Over something like this?"

His question had made you angry. Did he think what he said was nothing? That it weighed no significance. "I don't know" You responded honestly. "what I do know is that I need to be away from you. I'll be at Y/f/n's house don't call me." With that being said you walked out the door grabbing only the essentials not knowing if you'd ever be back.

✩ sunghoon - reader catches him talking badly about her

You were excited to finally see Sunghoon after he had been busy with comeback schedules and preparing for tour. He had been spending a lot of time in the dorms and not coming to see you as often as he used to. It was exhausting being away from him.

You often called him only to be sent to voicemail or to get a quick 'love u talk to you later' text. Something that rarely ever happened, you didn't end up talking later.

You would sometimes go days without talking to Sunghoon, you missed him dearly. So tonight you decided to surprise him. You were going to wait for him at the dorm. He would be home soon and finally you'd be able to spend some time together even if its for the night. You sat in Sunghoon's room scrolling on instagram waiting for the text from Jungwon that they were home. Finally your phone dinged with the notification that they were home.

You knew that it had been a long day for them so you decided to send a quick text to Sunghoon before he came up wanting him to be even more excited to see you when you surprised him.

You texted him ; have a goodnight babe! love you and miss you!!

it was simple and sweet and you just hoped that he loved in. Gathering the snacks you had gotten for the two of you, you felt giddy and jumpy at the thought of seeing Sunghoon after so long. Finally the door to dorms opened and you heard bustling of the boys coming in.

"I'm exhausted" You heard Jake groan out and then the sound of a thud that was most likely his bag. "Sunghoon why don't you go see Y/n tonight since we have the day off tomorrow." You heard Heeseung say. Sunghoon let out a groan. "She just texted me and honestly I'm not even going to answer I don't feel like dealing with her tonight."

Your ears perked up at that. A dreadful feeling sat at the pit of your stomach. "Hyung..." Jungwon spoke softly "maybe she just misses you?'

"She's over baring with it. She's like my mom with how much she texts and calls me. You think she would get the hint when I don't answer for days, I deal with millions of fangirls a day I don't need to deal with one when I get home too." Taken aback by his words you step back, hugging the wall.

You hadn't realized you were crying until you felt the wetness on your cheeks.

Sunghoon must have started to make his way towards the room because all you could hear was Jungwon's protest. It was too late though, the door swung open and you were met face to face with Sunghoon.

As soon as his eyes set on your his face turned as white as sheet. Realizing that you must have heard his harsh words based on the tears falling from your eyes.

"baby.." Sunghoon spoke shock written all over his painstakingly beautiful face.

"Is that how you really feel?" You asked him, the hears still falling from your eyes. "Like I'm some crazy fangirl"

Jungwon, Jake and Heeseung stood awkwardly behind Sunghoon watching the scene unfold before their eyes.

"Since i'm such a bother to you, I'll do you a favor by leaving and never coming back." You were stern. Turning to grab the things you had brought with you save for the snacks. He could have those.

"No, Y/n I didn't mean it like that I'm just stressed with work." He tried to reason with you. Trying to stop you from walking out go the dorm.

"I was only trying to help you Sunghoon. Not suffocate you." You were still crying. Humiliated as his members watched you break down.

"I know that baby- "

"don't call me that" You cut him off "I'm not your baby anymore."

"Y/n no" He said shaking his head. "Let's talk about this first." You shook your head a sigh falling from your lips.

"There's nothing to talk about I heard what you said, I got the message." With all your belongings in your hands you walked out the door leaving an embarrassed and heart broken sunghoon behind.

taglist - @shypen , @belovedhoon , @st1llm0nster , @blossommi , @jooniesbears-blog , @kkamismom12

[lvlyghost]

The Things I Never Said: Part 2

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Summary: upon learning about your pregnancy simon thinks there are things he needs to take care of.

Word Count: 1.2k

Tw: Angst, fluff, hurt with a lot of comfort, banter. The task force is there for you💞 i think that's it✨

A/N: here it is, i never planned a second part so forgive me if it's not as good! Still hope you like it. Already working on a request that's similar to this one🐸✨ thank you so much for all the support. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Remember english isn't my first language, corrections are welcome🩵

Masterlist✨ | Part 1 | Part 3

Simon pulls you closer to his body, one arm draped over your form and hand resting on your stomach. The storm is raging outside, the thunder startles you every five minutes. You stay there in complete silence as the realization of this whole thing settles in your minds. He wants you to be safe now more than ever that's why when he's reliving the events of the day it hits him. He had thought the worst, that you were abandoning him, that you got tired of him. Simon would never say this to you but losing you would be the end of him. Enraged and with his heart racing he had hopped on his motorcycle. The soft caressing of his fingers stops abruptly, body going rigid behind you. You turn your face in worry.

"Simon?" You call him. You were beginning to fall asleep. "What is it?"

"That fuckin' muppet." He snarls. "I was so caught up in you leaving that I'd forgotten he hit you. That cunt... fucking Christ." He sits. "Let me see." He lifts your shirt just above your belly with gentle hands.

"Love, I'm... it's fine." Simon sucks in a sharp breath as his eyes land on the bruised area of your skin.

"What did the doctor say?" He demands, eyes somber.

"She said i should stay in bed for a few days and to not lift heavy things or you know just... overwork myself."

Simon rubs his eyes with the heel of his hands, disgruntled.

"This is on me... my bloody fault"

"Hey, stop now." You stand up, coming to a sitting position to mirror his stance. "You didn't know." Soft hands fall on both sides of his face. "I should've told you before this happened, if anything this is on me."

"If something happened to you i would never forgive myself, kid. Lie down. You need to rest. I'll be here when you wake up."

-

Simon's been waiting for this day since the incident. You're still at home, recovering from what could've ended with you in a hospital bed and a broken heart.

"You sure about this, Sir?" Gaz asks, worried about what might happen. "It's just training right?"

"Just training." Simon's eyes are set on that bastard. Craning his neck he steps on the sparring mat. As much as he wanted to go find him and kill him he couldn't do such thing. But after the images that flooded his mind made him realize how dangerous it had been. What could potentially have happened the rage within him is boiling his blood. And now he needs somebody to pay the price. Choices have consequences and he nearly had a painful one. If he had insisted just more...

Breathing harshly he looks him in the eye. Poor muppet doesn't know what's coming for him. He stands there confidently, thinking he has a chance against Ghost. Not Simon, the man only she gets the chance to see.

This is Ghost about to fight.

-

For some reason you decided to stop by the local pastry shop and bring something for the task force. You're feeling much better so that's why you're walking down the corridor of the military compound. With a shirt that's nearly too oversized a pair of combat boots and a cap. You figured you could have these outside of the base and enjoy a nice day with your teammates. You missed them already. Since Simon had been reluctant to leave your side, and you loved it that's for sure, but he wouldn't let you do much as simple tasks like washing the dishes or doing the laundry.

Walking past the doors you're greeted with loud cheering and yelling at the two men in the middle of the mat. Your smile quivers until you process the scene in front of you. Not surprised, not worried. He's gonna be just fine. The other poor boy... Price is the first to notice you, approaching you in three long strides. He had decided to stop by and watch, that's how they sort things out.

"Here, let me help you with that." He takes most of the desserts from your hands, scrutinizing your features with slight concern. Your eyes glued to Simon's hulking body. "I'm gonna assume he doesn't know you're here. Shouldn't you be resting?"

"I'm not on duty, Captain."

"I'm not asking as your Captain but as a friend."

You turn to face him with the ghost of a smile on your lips.

"I'm feeling better so I wanted to see you all, maybe we could have these together as soon as Simon is done with his personal grudge."

Price chuckles. Reluctant to see the rest of the fight, you keep talking to John until it comes to an end. More cheers and clapping echoing around the place. You take a quick glance and get a glimpse of the younger soldier limping while he plops down on a near bench, his teammates gathered around him holding a towel out for him to clean up his face. Footsteps approach you and Price, Simon's frowning behind the mask you can tell by the way the corner of his eyes wrinkle.

"Hey little lady!" Soap greets you with a big smile, hugging you tightly. "Heard you got all knocked up!"

"For fucks sake, Johnny!" Gaz scolds him. "Have some more respect for the girl."

Johnny rolls his eyes feigning annoyance letting Kyle hug you too.

"Don't bet mad at him. We all know why he had to do it." He whispers before pulling away.

When Simon joins you, you're aware of what's coming.

"You're out of bed." He points out, blankly.

"It's been almost a week. As long as I don't lift heavy things I'll be alright. Remember?" You speak back. You reach out for his hand and intertwine your fingers with his. The rest of the team silently walks away to the outside giving you some privacy. Simon studies you, all of you. There's a spark of worry in his blue eyes that you don't like. "Don't worry about me anymore."

He pulls you closer, arms wrapping around your shoulders as he inhales deeply.

"Is that my shirt, doll?" He asks in a hushed tone. You chuckle, burying your face in his chest.

"I missed you, and it smells like you." Simon prompts you softly to start walking outside and join the rest. "You're not hurt, are you?" You stare up at him.

"Don't you worry about me, he wasn't able to land one single hit, love."

You pull him down kissing over the black balaclava where his lips would be.

"I don't think I'll ever forgive myself for not telling you Simon." You sigh.

"I understand now why you didn't, kid. I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself for not making you feel safe enough to tell me. If anything I'm to blame."

"Is there any chance I may touch your belly?" Soap asks as soon as you sit down next to him.

"Yes." You reply with a wide smile.

"No." Simon growls at the same time.

"Jesus! I suppose that naming the child after me is also off the table?"

"Absolutely."

A round of laughs echoing around and along the backyard. Your eyes scanning every person gathered in this very moment. Loyalty, admiration, respect and love.

A family of your own that would soon get a new addition.

"What if it's a beautiful girl?" Gaz interrogates.

Everyone goes silent.

"Fucking hell." Simon whispers.

He's fucked.

[daycourtofficial]

Uncle Catastrophe

Summary: based on this request - your day out on the town is interrupted by a shadow who brings you to a very rattled Azriel taking care of Nyx

Author’s note: this is cute and fun I might do something similar with an older Nyx bc why not

The revered shadowsinger.

A male who is battle hardened, whose scars sing legends of a cruel male who lacks sympathy.

The revered shadowsinger. Brought down by a babe.

Cauldron boil him, he thinks, sorting through the massive stack of parenting books Feyre and Rhysand had bought to prepare for Nyx.

Now his scarred hands comb through the books, searching for what’s wrong with the princeling. He carries Nyx around in his arms, his tiny hiccuping body making Azriel’s thoughts spiral further with each violent hiccup.

The morning was fine - Nyx was an easy babe, he hasn’t displayed any powers yet, and he loved his family so much. Especially his uncles who shared the wings fixed to his tiny back.

Nyx’s gaze and hands always found their ways to Cassian and Azriel’s wings. The former would shoot his wings out to show his nephew just how large they were, the latter wraps his wings around Nyx, enveloping the two of them in a soft darkness.

Nyx had even fallen asleep on Azriel’s chest. He had laid down on the sofa next to Nyx’s crib in the living room, but the princeling kept babbling, waving his arms around frantically, fluttering his tiny wings. Eventually Azriel gathered he just wanted company, so he laid down on the plush sofa, Nyx curled up on his chest.

The babe lasted maybe 3 minutes before falling asleep. Azriel stayed completely still, long legs stretched out, feet dangling off the end. His shadows provided a comforting weight to the both of them, causing the shadowsinger’s eyes to grow heavier, until eventually he was fast asleep.

He woke up to a violent stirring on his chest, the babe in his arms hiccuping more violently than he thought possible. He didn’t let worry consume him until after 15 minutes of nonstop hiccuping, when he dispatched his shadows to search for books on babes.

-

You were shopping in Velaris, a new stack of books tucked into your arm when a tiny shadow wizzes up to you, circling around your body, its cool touch sending shivers up your skin.

It twirls around your body, as if inspecting you, before wrapping around your wrist and pulling you forward.

You chuckle, allowing the shadow to drag you wherever it sees fit.

It brings you to the townhouse and opens the door for you. You thank the shadow, and it gently caresses your cheek in a kiss before darting through the entryway.

You step inside, calling out, “hello?” Your voice carries through the house, until you see a head of onyx curls peak out over the threshold.

Looking as beautiful as ever, tortoiseshell glasses perched on his nose, Azriel looks at you, puzzled, before he looks at his group of shadows that follow him everywhere.

You walk towards him and he seems to be scolding one of them, his voice dropping as you got closer.

“I got ambushed by one of your shadows in the street. Do they do that to all the girls or just the pretty ones?” You ask, a light tease in your voice.

Azriel rolls his eyes at you, but continues on with whatever he’s doing.

You know something’s wrong because he doesn’t give your cheek a kiss as you walk past, so you look around trying to discern what could be wrong.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart?”

You turn to look at him, noticing his hair is in disarray. His hair always had a perfect level of messy to it - looking slightly mused, but as if every curl was meticulously placed. Now it looks like a mess of onyx on his head.

He sighs, looking at you. “I’ve been trying to figure out what’s wrong with Nyx.”

You notice that there are books strewn about the room, all on fae babes, all open to their indexes to search for key words.

“He won’t stop hiccuping.”

You try not to laugh, especially not with how seriously Azriel looked at you.

“Is he in his nursery?” You ask, moving towards the stairs.

“Yes,” he says, following behind you.

“Hi, Nyxy,” you coo, and the young babe just smiles at your attention, a tiny hiccup jolting his entire body. You get close to him, his arms extending to you as you pick him up.

He nuzzles into you, his wings lightly twitching at your attention. You rub his back, looking at Azriel as you do so.

“You know this is normal, right?” You ask, pacing the room with the young princeling in your arms.

“There’s no way it’s normal!”

You roll your eyes, “I’m a healer, babe, you could have asked me.” Your eyes move to Nyx’s, violet eyes peering back at you.

“It’s my job to know all about babes,” you say, fingers rubbing against Nyx’s chubby tummy. He giggles in response, and Azriel sits in the rocking chair in the corner, hands going over his face.

He sighs, clearly frustrated, and you can’t help but feel like his frustration isn’t just about Nyx.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, taking your eyes off of Nyx’s violet eyes to meet hazel ones.

Azriel sighs, coming over to you, burying his head into your neck as he wraps his arms, and wings, around you and Nyx. Inside of the little cocoon, Azriel mutters, “I wanted to prove to you that I could do this.”

You had a hard time hearing him as he was mumbling into your shoulder, so you ask, “I’m sorry, what was that?”

Azriel’s hands tightened slightly on your waist, repeating himself, and you ask, “that you could do what?”

His breath tickles your neck, “that I could do the whole “having a babe” thing.”

Your brows furrow, confused where this sudden insecurity cropped up from.

“Are you pregnant?”

He sighs, ignoring you, “I just wanted to prove that I could care for Nyx without your help for a bit. I know you’re a healer, but I don’t want you to find me incompetent.”

His shoulders slump a bit, “I know we’ve never really talked about it, but I guess I wanted to prove to you and to myself that.. that I could. That I could be soft and loving.”

You reach an arm around his waist, pressing Nyx between the two of you. The young prince hiccups, startling both of you.

“Oh, Azzy. I would never find you incompetent.”

He huffs, “and yet you came bursting through the door to help.”

“Because one of your shadows got me. Listen, babes are hard. And yeah there’s a lot to learn about taking care of them, but I fully believe you could do it.”

He lifts his head up, searching your eyes for some deception.

Nyx coos in your arms, and Azriel lifts one of the hands from your waist to cradle his head. The babe leans into Azriel’s touch, soaking in the attention from his uncle.

You smile at the two of them, “No one is born knowing exactly what to do or how to take care of someone else.”

His eyes return to you, his hand still fixed on Nyx’s head.

“But we can learn together, okay?”

You look up at him and a soft smile grazes his lips. “This isn’t fair - you have a head start on the material. Your job is literally taking care of others.”

You giggle, causing Nyx to shriek in delight.

“Guess you’ll just have to pick up more babysitting hours.”

[zevrra]

—joel

synopsis: just some random sfw & nsfw hc’s i have for dating joel miller!!

tags: 21(+) only, mdni, fluff, sfw, nsfw, suggestive content, fem!reader, dirty talk, age gap, video game!joel, this could either be pre apocalypse or post!

SFW—

calls you exclusively by pet names! specially darlin’ or different variations of baby(girl, doll, face)

you know if something is wrong or if you’re in trouble when he uses your full name

dad bod dad bod dad bod—

still very fit though! works out every morning he just has a lil extra around the hips

he rarely ever sleeps anymore

when he can, he drinks about 8 cups of coffee

when he can’t sleep you can find him playing his guitar or doing some wood work

100% makes a cute wooden horse for you

is terrified that he’s a horrible man/father

loves kissing you but only in a more private setting because he gets super shy/flustered when you’re in public and want to kiss him

sleeps in just his boxers

i think he also loves to cuddle

especially with you laying in his arms, head on his chest, his fingers moving gently across your back as he hums some old tune

is sorta clueless when it comes to getting gifts for birthdays/anniversaries(etc) so instead plans out a giant party for you

example; gives you a small gift he finds sentimental but also plans an entire trip to your favorite spot just for the two of you

snores!!! anytime he actually falls asleep he snores like crazy

again, rarely sleeps, but i do feel like he could fall asleep anywhere? sitting in a chair, he’s out for a good 15 mins, wakes up like nothing happened

enjoys his naps when he can

i like to think he knows how to cook but only really has perfected a few dishes; soup, anything involving eggs(omelets, hard boiled, etc), and mac&cheese

either way he loves cooking for you

slow dances with you in the kitchen at 2 am!!!!!

cheats at card games solely cause he enjoys you scolding him

took him soooo long to fully rely on you now he enjoys every second he spends with you

trusts you to shave him more than he trusts himself

NSFW—

loves loves loves making out with you

pussy eater!!!!

genuinely enjoys eating you out so much

loves watching you tremble and try to push him away when he’s eating you out and you become overstimulated

will not stop until his beard is soaking wet

gets so turned on when he sees you wearing his clothes and nothing else underneath

breeding kink oops

clingy clingy clingy

rarely talks when you’re having sex but he moans/groans like crazy

his fav position is def cowgirl(reg and reverse) but he also really enjoys the mating press

starts off a little shy when things first get started but it never fails to turn into him taking control

depending on his mood after a mission is how making love is going to go

if it’s a really good mission where nothing went wrong, he’s a little more rough. pulls your hair, fucks you a little harder, wraps his hands around your throat for a little light choking and some dirty talk is whispered in your ear

“you’ve been waitin’ here all day for me haven’t ya? been waitin’ for me to fuck you. such a good girl.”

if he comes back from a mission shook up, where things could’ve ended horribly, he’s far more gentle. kisses you longer, holds you closer, takes him awhile to ever get ready to make love to you because he’s struggling with the thought of losing you. if he doesn’t cherish you right then and there, he might not get the chance to next time.

“you’re beautiful. i love you. can’t ever lose ya or i’ll go mad.”

rough joel finger fucks you while you suck him off

uses your hair to pull you fully down onto his cock, forcing you to deep throat him

but when he makes love to you it’s all passion and soft words

touches you everywhere with gentle yet sure hands

slow, deep thrusts and always missionary or a position where he can see your face clearly in

[jinnie-ret]

heatstroke

stray kids x ninth member!reader

genre: fluff, angst

content warnings: heat stroke, vomiting

word count: 1.9k

summary: y/n suffers from heat stroke on the day of their performance at lollapalooza

As voted by you!

It's finally here! Sorry it took me a while to post this after the poll ended, but I hope you enjoy!

As always, like, reblog if you enjoyed, and my asks are open for any requests you may have. And let me know if you'd like to be tagged when I post :)

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They had made it to Paris. Y/N couldn't believe how big the crowd would be for their performance at the festival 'Lollapalooza'. The sun was shining, and all she wanted to do was fully appreciate the nice weather. Although, where there was a Changbin, there was always chaos.

"Hwang Hyunjin!" Changbin called from opposite Y/N in his deck chair.

"Why do you keep calling me? Wae? Wae. Wae?" Hyunjin loomed over Changbin in a hoodie and sunglasses, wondering why the older member wanted his attention.

"Jinnie how are you wearing a hoodie right now? The sun's out, it's boiling," Y/N raised an eyebrow at him.

"It's not that hot," he shook his head at her, probably side eyeing her from behind his shades.

Each to their own, Y/N thought.

Somehow they came onto the topic of noodles but Y/N wasn't really fussed, she had ramen all the time back home.

She was more trying to relax, and she couldn't help but fall asleep from the comforting warmth of the French sunshine.

"Y/Nnie, wake up, you look like a tomato," Jeongin shook her awake, and as she became fully aware she realised her arms and neck was feeling quite hot.

Shit, she forgot her sun cream.

"You good? Your arms are so red," Chan peered at her, concerned.

"Mmm, my neck feels hot too," Y/N sits up in the deck chair, brushing her hair back so the boys could see.

"Aish that sunburn looks bad, you should have put on some suncream," Felix lightly brushes his finger over her red arm, making her wince.

"Gosh, I'm going to look like a tomato when we perform," Y/N laughs as she looks down at her arms.

"At this rate you won't just look like a tomato, you'll look like the whole garden," Lee Know smirks, proud of his joke.

"Ha, ha, very funny Lee Know," Y/N pats his cheek in a jokingly patronising way, smiling back at him.

"You need to take better care of yourself, Y/N," Chan looked over her, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry Channie, I just wanted to enjoy the nice weather," Y/N pouted.

"You do realise you can get skin cancer if you burn too much?" Seungmin pointed out, taking a sip of water from his bottle.

"Yah, Seungmin don't say things like that I'll get paranoid," Y/N whacks his arm lightly.

"Hey I'm just saying, your skin will age faster too," Seungmin shrugged.

"I'll look like an old woman next to you guys and I'm the youngest!" Y/N laughed, Han appearing with aloe vera out of nowhere and gently rubbing it into her skin, letting out quiet apologies when she winced.

"That's why I'm helping you, don't want you to look like a 60 year old next to us whilst we still look the same," Han laughed loudly.

"Haha, that would look kinda funny though," Y/N laughed at the thought. Perhaps she'd look like grandma I.N with the rest of the group alongside her.

"You know what else would be funny?" Changbin wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"What?" Y/N asked curiously, shifting her body to stand and face him.

"To see you dancing on stage like a tomato, everyone going crazy because of how big and red you are," Changbin maniacally giggled.

The boys burst out laughing at the statement and Y/N's face.

"Huh? Big?!" Y/N gasped laughing.

"I was talking about your cheeks, they're really big and red right now," Changbin laughed, waving his hands in defense of how what he said had sounded.

"Haha, I'll introduce myself like, hi! This isn't Y/Nnie, I'm tomato today!" Y/N put on her stage voice, pretending to introduce herself to her fans.

The members all laugh at her, Jeongin walking up to her and tickling her sides.

"Hey! Are you the new mascot for ketchup?" he cheekily grinned, eyes disappearing through his smile.

"Yah! Jeongin!" Y/N guffawed from his remark.

"Ah, our tomato is blushing so much," Lee Know pats her head smirking.

"Stop, stop," Y/N waves them away.

"Haha, seriously though, come inside the tent for a bit, you should stay out of the sun," Chan guided her into their tent where they were setup before their performance.

"Yeah it's not like we're performing until a few hours anyways," Lee Know nodded, as they all sat around inside.

"Aish, I'm tired," Y/N laid her head down in Han's lap, his hand brushing through her hair out of habit.

"You were literally just napping," Hyunjin raised a brow at her.

"Yeah but..." Y/N closed her eyes feeling relaxed at the familiar feeling.

"Drink some water first," Hyunjin put a bottle of water with a straw in it to her face.

Still with her eyes shut she took a sip and then relaxed. It wasn't until a couple of hours later that she was woken up and ushered to the stylists and makeup artists to get ready.

The crowd was insane. And really, they were the only thing keeping her going as she could feel her energy depleting. She didn't notice the glances from the boys throughout the performance, occasionally spotting her swaying yet she still managed to keep her vocals stable as they performed Superbowl for the first time ever, and Item for the second time ever.

The euphoria running through her veins began to leave her once they reached backstage. With a smile she listened to Felix end their set to hype the crowd with Seven Nation Army. But she couldn't help her slumped figure as she sat down after her desperate search for a chair.

"You good, Y/Nnie?" Chan patted her shoulder, trying to get her attention.

"Hot," Y/N panted, tugging at the collar of her leather jacket that she had been fitted with for the stage performance.

"Take it off then," Changbin helped her shake it off, now feeling concerned at her heavily sweating state.

"What's going on with Y/N?" some of the other members asked as they walked over.

"Ugh, my head," she groaned, now leant forward as she gripped onto her knees for some stability.

"Have some water, silly," Seungmin encouraged her to take his own, yet her shaky hand wasn't very reassuring to the others.

"Y/Nnie, you can't even hold onto it, are you dizzy? What's the matter?" Felix poured out questions, worried about the state she was in.

"Mmm," Y/N nods, as Jeongin helps her sip from the water bottle.

"Ah that's not good," Hyunjin shakes his head, frowning.

"Here, come on, let's get you relaxed somewhere else," Changbin helps her stand, yet as her body becomes upright she stumbles, Lee Know helping to support her balance.

Y/N suddenly tears up, feeling scared about how she was feeling. It was all too overwhelming, and everything felt too hot.

"C-can't feel my arms," Y/N whimpered as tears fell down her cheeks, the boys murmuring amongst themselves worriedly.

"You can't feel your arms?" Felix asked, a scared look on his face, and that made Y/N feel worse, she didn't want the boys to be stressed out for her sake.

"I'm sorry, I..." Y/N trailed off, still panting as she was guided back to her chair, the boys deciding it was for the better for her to rest for now where she was, instead of moving her somewhere else.

"You're okay. Everything is going to be ok, sweetheart, we've got you, yeah?" Chan hushed her soothingly, Han rubbing her back in small circles.

"Should we call a medic?" Jeongin asked, eyes wide with uneasiness.

"Yes, good idea, Innie," Lee Know nodded at him, as they both went to look for some help.

"Y/N, you're ok, you're going to be ok," Hyunjin quietly comforted her, a light grip on her hand as he knelt down beside her.

Y/N groaned again from her headache getting worse.

"Where are those medics?" Changbin asked, looking around frustratedly with his hands on his hips, wondering what was taking so long.

"Don't... worry... don't waste... on me..." Y/N could barely get her words out, especially as a wave of nausea overcome her.

"Yah, it's not a waste, you're clearly not well right now Y/N," Han looked sullen, now fanning her face with a piece of paper he had found.

"S-sorry... ugh, feel... sick," she mumbled dizzily, slumped in the chair.

"You feel sick?" Hyunjin worried.

"I'm gonna... ugh," Y/N, with all her willpower, lifted herself out of the chair, yet it wasn't enough to keep her standing as she collapsed to her knees on the ground and threw up whatever was in her system. The boys were unable to catch her and yelled out as she fell.

"Y/N! Shit!" Changbin held her against him.

"Where are the medics?!" Chan yelled angrily, stress consuming him as their maknae was on the ground.

"Ah, ugh, I'm, ah I'm sorry," Y/N whimpered, tears running down her face from her own panic and the feeling of throwing up.

"You don't have to be sorry, it's ok, just take a deep breath," Han held her hair back, looking around at the boys with his eyes shining with his own tears as he feared she wouldn't be ok.

Y/N threw up again, gasping for breath.

"Is that all of it?" Hyunjin whispered from beside them, Y/N tearily nodding as she slumped back in Changbin's arms, feeling dazed.

Lee Know and Jeongin suddenly rushed over with the medics, both of them seeming angry.

"Finally! Where were they?!" Chan asked them, sighing disappointedly.

"Packing up, they were ready to go even though we only just finished performing," Lee Know gritted his teeth as the medics lifted Y/N onto a stretcher and took her through to a medical room, much cooler with air conditioning blasting through the room.

They held a wet cloth against her forehead and against her burns to try and lower her body temperature. The boys couldn't do anything but wait anxiously as they saw their youngest laying down and getting treated.

"Her temperature is dropping, that's a good sign," the medic said out loud to the boys.

Half an hour had passed and Y/N was now more aware of her surroundings, the medics clearing that she could head back to the hotel with the boys, telling them that if her condition worsens again that they need to call an ambulance immediately.

"I'm sorry," Y/N sleepily muttered as they helped her into the company cars.

"Don't apologise, we were more concerned about you," Seungmin informed her, an arm wrapped around her waist as he and Hyunjin guided her into the back of the car.

"That's why I feel bad," Y/N bit her lip.

"It's ok, you can rest now, don't worry about it ok? I know it's easier said than done but we'll make sure you're ok, and we're doing that because we care about you, yeah?" Chan said from the front seat.

"Ok, ok," she yawned, head leaning against Hyunjin's shoulder.

Once they arrived back at the hotel they didn't let her stay in her own room, as she instead was looked after by Lee Know and Jeongin in another, the two of them making sure she was relaxed and not too hot as they kept the air conditioning on. It may have felt a bit cold for them at one point but they didn't mind, they'd do anything for her. All of the boys would.

tagged: @skz-streamer @oo-li

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hi I’ve been thinking about this request for poly!plastics for a while now. So basically everyone knows that Regina gets angry and when she does people just don’t part ways with her. However, y/n is worse especially when she doesn’t get her full sleep which she didn’t get bc Gretchen and Karen were up and loud. (Y/n would never fault them bc she just loves them so much and their quirks). So throughout the school day, everyone has been getting on Y/n nerves like making comments about her girls etc. at lunch time, cady decided to make a “joke” about Karen being dumb, Regina being a bitch, etc and Y/n just explodes. Maybe heavy make out sess or smut after to calm Y/n down.

Slow Boil

|| Poly!plastics x fem!reader

(I myself am poly)

|| Warnings: swearing, reader almost punches Cady, reader has an attitude, little make out session at the end but nothing overly detailed or anything

|| Summary: reader doesn't get enough sleep, the next day people get on her nerves and it pushes her to a boiling point where she snaps at Cady for insulting her girls.

Requests open!

~~~

To say you were exhausted would be an understatement. You barely got any sleep the night before with Gretchen and Karen being up all night giggling and gossiping. How Regina slept through them... you didn't know, but God you were envious of her sleeping abilities. Though you would never blame or get mad at Gretchen and Karen. You would however be frustrated at yourself for not falling asleep sooner.

The day seemed to drag on. As if seconds were really minutes and minutes were hours. Classes taking too long to complete. In Health & Fitness you just gave up and fell asleep, head rested on your desk with one arm folded around it and other stretched out in front of you. Cady glanced at you and raised an eyebrow.

The bell woke you from your sleep and you groaned, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. At least it was lunch. You'd get to see your girlfriends.

"Sleeping beauty rises." Mr. Carr comments, getting a few laughs from some kids in the back. You roll your eyes at him.

"I bet you thought that was clever. Do everyone a favour and keep your damn puns to yourself." Mr. Carr seemed taken aback by your attitude, usually you didn't have one. You were known for being kind and laid back. Not snappy and agitated. For that reason, he decides to let it go. Not without giving you a small warning lecture first. It certainly didn't make your mood any better.

You left the class, a sharp (sleep filled) glare glossing over your eyes as you walk through the halls. Some conversations catching your attention, people seemed to be talking about your girlfriends a lot lately. The things they were saying weren't always positive and that just did nothing to improve your mood. One voice in particular catches your attention. Cady.

You snapped your head in her direction, seeing her chatting with those art freaks Janis and Damien.

"Honestly, Karen's gotta be the dumbest person I've ever met. When I went to Regina's house Regina told Karen she would help her with her eyebrows and Karen asked if she could still have two." Cady talked, Damien and Janis laughed. You could feel your blood boiling," Speaking of Regina, don't even get me started on her. She is such a bi-"

"The next word out of your mouth better fucking be "bi icon" or I swear to every God that's listening..!" You yelled, taking a step towards Cady who froze in place. Damien and Janis exchanged a look.

"Y-Y/N, I didn't think-" You cut Cady off.

"Clearly! What the hell, Cady?! They've been nothing but nice- well, to your face- and this how you repay them?" You were livid. The news about you fighting with Cady quickly spread throughout the school, eventually reaching your girlfriends who sprang into action. Hoping to stop things before it escalated.

Regina got there first and put herself between you and Cady right as you had been about to strike. You pause the moment you see Regina and your arm falls to your side. Gretchen and Karen link their arms around yours and keep you back while Regina sighs.

"Baby, take a breath for me." Regina says, you ignore her and look at Cady. She snaps her fingers in your face," Don't look at her. Look at me."

You listen. Reluctantly.

"Breathe." Regina urges, hand resting on your shoulder. When that doesn't work she grabs you by your wrist and pulls you to the bathroom, Gretchen and Karen quickly following behind.

Once there, they all turn and face you.

"What was all that about?" Gretchen asks.

"Cady was being a total bitch." You mutter, arms folded across your chest.

"You mean like Cady Heron?" Karen looks confused.

"No, KD Mac and Cheese." You snap, then realize who you just snapped at. Regina narrows her eyes at you. Karen frowned and you relaxed your shoulders.

"I'm sorry... I just- didn't get any sleep last night and my patience has been pushed to the edge today because of it..." You admit in a mumble, hand covering your face as you tilted your head down. You felt bad.

Gretchen took a step towards you and wrapped her arms around your shoulders, pulling you into her side as she moves her hand away from your face. Giving you a deep, soft kiss that you immediately melt into. Hands resting gently around Gretchen to pull her closer. You could feel as your body finally relaxed. Whatever anger you had being washed away.

She broke the kiss and rested her hand to your cheek," Better?"

"I could maybe use a couple more kisses..." You smile sheepishly, looking over at Regina and Karen. Your girlfriends laugh softly and the tension in the room seems to fade.

[azriels-shadowsinger]

No. 13 for Azriel please ❤️❤️🤌✨

“Everything reminds me of you, it's driving me insane”

Azriel x Reader

wc: 1.4K

a/n: kinda inspired by cardan’s letters. if yall read the cruel prince series then u know. get ready for some angst yall.

prompt list

“This is the last straw Azriel. I can’t handle not being a priority in your life! You always choose Rhys, Cassian, Elain, work, or literally anything else over me. I have only seen you once in the past week, and we live together for Cauldron’s sake! I feel like I live with a ghost. You’re gone before I wake up and you return after I fall asleep!” You yell between tears. “I can’t do this anymore. I love you, but it is too painful to keep living like this.” Azriel realizes where this is headed.

“Y/n, please. I’ll be better. I promise!” He begs, desperation in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Azriel. You had your chance, multiple actually. It’s too late.” You turn away, unable to look at his heartbroken face without potentially giving in. You can feel his shadows attempting to reach for you as you walk out the door.

———

January 7th

Dear y/n,

Rhys won’t tell me where exactly you left to, but promised he would deliver this. I understand that you are angry with me and that you need some time to calm down. I hope that you will return soon so we can work this out. I love you and I��m sorry.

Sincerely,

Azriel

———

January 29th

Dear y/n,

Point taken, dear. I know I messed up, but it’s been weeks and I miss you.

I know you are getting these letters. Rhys said he ensured they would be delivered. I guess that doesn't guarantee that you will read them. Nevertheless, I am sorry for my actions and I am taking steps to create boundaries in my life so that I can have more time for you. I can prove it, if only you would just come home.

With deepest apologies,

Azriel

———

February 14th

My love,

I had hoped you would return before Valentine's Day. You always loved celebrating this holiday. I know you won’t see them, but I still got you flowers. They're on your nightstand.

It's been over a month. I miss your voice. Please come home.

Azriel

———

March 7th

Y/n,

If this is your way of punishing me, then consider it a success. I’m a wreck without you. Please come home.

-Azriel

———

March 30th,

My heart,

I am begging you to come home. Come home and yell at me, come home and fight with me, just please come home. I love you and I’m so sorry.

Always with love,

Azriel

———

May, 15th,

Y/n,

I understand what you meant about feeling like you were living with a ghost. Everything reminds me of you, and it’s driving me insane. I am haunted by these traces of you around our home. Please end this torment and come back to me.

-Azriel

———

June 7th

I’m sorry.

I love you.

Why are you doing this to me?

I hate myself for causing this and pushing you away.

Do you still love me? Do you even miss me?

Please come home I can’t take it anymore.

I love you I love you I love you I love you

I miss you.

———

Y/n,

This is my last letter. I won’t bother you anymore after this. I hope that wherever you are, you are happy. I will always regret taking your love for granted.

Eternally yours,

Azriel

———

It was another sleepless night for Azriel. He was plagued with the memories of every single time he chose something or someone else over you. He’s past the point of beating himself up over it, but rather, he considers this the worst punishment of all. Being forced to relive each memory over and over, unable to change it. Hating himself and drowning his sorrows in whiskey.

He hears a knock at the door. It’s probably Cass or Rhys, doing their weekly check on him, since he rarely leaves the house anymore. Azriel chooses to ignore them.

They knock again.

“Fuck off, I’m not in the mood tonight guys.” He barks in the direction of the door, taking another sip of his whiskey.

Another knock.

Cauldron boil him, his brothers were relentless. He was going to open the door, but only to yell at them to leave. He grumbles angrily to himself all the way to the door.

“I said I wasn’t-“ It's not Rhys or Cassian on his doorstep. Instead, he sees you, holding a stack of letters. His letters.

This is another dream, he thinks. He must have fallen asleep on the couch. When he wakes you will be gone again, having torn the rip in his heart even wider. But until then, he lets himself indulge in the dream. Azriel doesn’t hesitate for another moment before pulling you into a tight hug.

“My dreams must be especially cruel tonight because somehow I am able to smell your perfume. I can feel your heartbeat.” He mumbles, face buried in your hair. His shadows encompass you two, whispering in Azriel’s ear y/n, y/n, y/n

“This isn’t a dream, Azriel.” You say softly, pulling away to look at him and placing a gentle hand on his cheek. It takes him a moment to realize what’s happening, but as soon as he does, he pulls you back into a hug, even tighter than before. You feel hot tears fall onto your shoulder as his shadows surge around you.

“My love, my heart, my star. You came back to me.” He sobs. Your heart breaks at the pain in his voice. You had known he was probably upset about the breakup, but in an attempt to heal and move on, you never opened his letters… until last night.

After several long minutes of intense bear hugs, he finally manages to let go. Well kind of, he can’t seem to let your hand go yet.

“We should talk, Az.” You say nervously.

“I will do anything you want if it means you will stay.”

Gods, you were the worst person in the world. This poor male, who you still love desperately despite your best efforts, is so broken over you leaving.

“I’m not going anywhere, Az.” You reassure him. He finally loses a small bit of tension in his shoulders a the words, but his hands seem to hold tighter. You take a deep breath, trying to prepare for what you have to say.

“I didn’t read your letters until last night. I was trying to get over you, and so I avoided reading them. In an attempt to move on, I had convinced myself you were happy without me. But I couldn’t move on. I couldn't stop loving you. When I finally read your letters, I realized you truly had changed. I should’ve read them months ago. I should've never left. I’m so sorry Azriel. I understand if you need time or if you can’t forgive me but-“ He cuts you off.

“I forgive you. I don’t need time. I only need you here.” He’s so quick to dismiss every mistake you made, it breaks your heart. It will take a long while to reassure him that you aren’t ever leaving again, maybe a lifetime, but that’s okay.

You take notice of his dark circles and how skinny he has gotten. Gods, has he eaten at all since you left, you wonder.

“Let me make us some dinner, then we can talk more, okay?” Azriel nods and reluctantly lets go of your hand, following you to the kitchen like a lost puppy.

———

After several long hours of tears and brutal honesty, you and Azriel lay in your bed, embracing each other.

You spent the next week holed up in the house, reconnecting and reigniting your love for each other. You even took extra time to apologize to his shadows. They were very happy that you were back and made sure to show you so.

True to his word, Azriel never took your love for granted for as long as you both lived. And true to yours, you never left again.

I think I may do this prompt again later with someone else in more of a rivals to lovers type scenario, but I kinda just felt like this was fun for this one and wanted to try it idk

prompt list

taglist: @fxckmiup

[hereforhalstead]

Heartbreak

*GIF NOT MINE*

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: it was supposed to be a one week thing.

Warning: none that I can think of… let me know if you find any!

Not proof read!!

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His fingers ran absentmindedly through your hair, tangling the ends through his fingertips as he felt you hum in content upon him.

Leg draped over his waist, blanket thrown across your hip as your bodies felt as though they were melting into one in the low heat of his apartment.

It was supposed to be a one week fling whilst you were on vacation, a one week and done kind of situation but now it was on the last morning of your ageeement, he could feel the pit in his stomach telling him not to let you out of his grasp.

His eyes kept flicking to the alarm clock, ominously watching as every second counted down to when your alarm would wake you from your peaceful slumber.

A light smile pulled at your lips, nuzzling your head further into his neck as he tried to remain as still as possible to not wake you.

Were you dreaming of him? Was your mind consumed with the thoughts of him, just like the way he couldn’t seem to think of anything else but you?

30 minutes.

That’s all the time he had left with you, able to keep you under his wing, to keep you by his side and ensure no harm came to you.

29 minutes.

The hours of endless laughter and heart skipping glances had boiled down to this, his arm wrapping tighter around your frame, something that didn’t even seem possible from how firm he had you in his grasp.

28 minutes.

How could he let you go? You were the first person in a long time to make him forget about work, actually allow him to switch off from the horrors of the day as soon as he saw you stood in his kitchen in nothing but one of his old T-shirts and cardigans.

27 minutes.

26 minutes.

25 minutes.

The clock felt as though it was on double speed, still not allowing himself to pull his eyes away from the luminescent numbers that shone in the darkness of the room.

He should be focusing on you, taking in every inch of your body, the way your hair smelt of fresh coconuts or how your long nails grazed over his chest, even whilst asleep.

He couldn’t.

He couldn’t let himself fall harder than he already had.

His lips pressed to your temple, allowing them to linger as he let out a deep sigh

“You’re going to break my heart and you don’t even know it yet”

******

Requests for Spencer x reader are now open!!

[koiiiji]

yoo this one is dedicated to Sammy cuz yk i haven't found any new fic for him for a long time that's why im craving his content so much 🥲🥲 anyways, the situation involves an argument leading to a day of silent treatment. after falling asleep on the couch, you wake up to find him sleeping beside you, having carried you to bed. you hug him from behind, he turns to cuddle you, and you two end up resolve the earlier issue 👏🏼👏🏼 (this is ooc af but who cares, i'd die for these bastards being a big softie for their gf 🥲)

thankewww *sending a big hug* ✨

why are you care so much?!

tw ; argument, hurt/comfort

author's note ; i changed idea just a little of you don’t mind!! also i still think we don’t know that much about Sammy, but i tried to make him less ooc as possible. it’s been a while since the last time i wrote for our baby Sammy😭😭 thank you for request😋💌

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“you’re so impossible sometimes!” your voice cracked with frustration, the tension that had been building for days finally boiling over. Seongeun didn’t flinch. instead, his eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms, his posture rigid and unyielding. “impossible?” he scoffed, his tone dripping with condescension. “you’re the one making a big deal out of nothing. why are you always so sensitive?”

that was it. the arrogance, the dismissiveness — it was like he couldn’t understand why any of this mattered. his cold, superior attitude pushed all the wrong buttons, and you felt a surge of anger rise in your chest.

“because i care, Seongeun! i care about us, about you! but it’s like you don’t even want to try!” your voice trembled with emotion, frustration boiling over as you tried to make him see how much this hurt.

he rolled his eyes, as if your words were nothing more than a mild inconvenience. “you care too much. not everything has to be an issue. you make it seem like the world’s ending every time we fight.”

his indifference felt like a slap in the face. it wasn’t just the argument that hurt — it was how he always acted like he was above it, like your feelings were an inconvenience to him. the wall he put up, the coldness — it was suffocating. he didn’t understand, and worse, he didn’t seem to care.

you felt a lump forming in your throat, but you refused to let the tears fall. “i can’t do this right now,” you muttered, your voice small and defeated. grabbing your pillow and blanket from the bed, you shot him one last look, your heart aching with the weight of everything left unsaid.

without waiting for his response, you stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind you. the noise echoed in the silent hallway, but you didn’t care. you just needed to get away.

₊‧.°.⋆💭•˚₊‧⋆.

Seongeun stood there in the empty room, his jaw clenched as he stared at the door you had just slammed. the silence felt heavy, but instead of feeling guilty, all he felt was… irritation. why did you always make things so complicated? in his mind, this whole fight was pointless. you cared too much about things that didn’t matter, and you expected too much from him — things he wasn’t even sure he could give.

“why does she take everything so seriously?” he thought to himself, running a hand through his hair in frustration. he sank down onto the edge of the bed, glaring at the spot where you had been just moments ago. he couldn’t understand why you always got so worked up over things he thought were trivial. to him, the fight didn’t even seem worth having.

but even as he told himself that, something nagged at the back of his mind. maybe he’d been a little too harsh, a little too dismissive. he didn’t regret what he’d said — he still believed you were overreacting — but there was a flicker of discomfort, a pang of conscience, knowing how upset you’d been.

he leaned back, staring at the ceiling, trying to shake off the feeling gnawing at him. he didn’t understand why this mattered so much to you, why you always wanted to talk about feelings and emotions. to him, those things were irrelevant. you were together, weren’t you? that should be enough. but clearly, it wasn’t. not for you.

a few minutes passed, the silence of the room pressing in on him. the bed felt too empty, the absence of your presence strangely noticeable. he glanced at the door, his thoughts swirling in frustration. he wasn’t wrong — he knew he wasn’t. but even so, something in him couldn’t shake the image of you storming off, the hurt in your eyes as you left.

“damn it,” he muttered under his breath, pulling blanket over his head. why did he care? he will just try to sleep and you both will make it up in the morning.

but somehow, no matter how he tossed and turned, no matter how he lay down, sleep didn't came...

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in the quiet of the living room, the only sound was your shallow breathing. your heart pounded in your chest as you threw the pillow onto the couch and sank down, wrapping yourself in the blanket. the argument replayed over and over in your mind, each hurtful word echoing like a heavy weight in your heart.

why did it always have to be like this with Seongeun? he never let you in, never showed you the vulnerable side you knew was buried beneath his cold exterior. it felt like you were fighting to be a part of his life, but he was always pushing you away, afraid to let you see the real him.

tears stung your eyes, and you buried your face in the pillow, trying to muffle the sobs that threatened to escape. you loved him — despite everything, you loved him so much. but it was exhausting, and tonight, you couldn’t handle the weight of it anymore.

as the emotional toll wore you down, sleep eventually claimed you, though it was restless and heavy with sorrow.

₊‧.°.⋆💭•˚₊‧⋆.

Seongeun approached slowly, his eyes lingering on your figure. you looked so small, curled up like that, your face still damp from the few tears you’d shed earlier. his jaw clenched, that familiar arrogance bubbling back up. why did you always take things so personally?

but then, as he stood there watching you sleep, the sight of you — vulnerable, hurt — tugged at something deep inside him, something he usually buried beneath his cool, unbothered exterior. he sighed, kneeling down beside the couch. for a moment, he just watched you, his expression softening despite himself. he didn’t fully understand why you cared so much, but… maybe it didn’t matter. what mattered was that you did. and that was enough to stir something in him.

carefully, he slipped one arm beneath your knees and the other around your back, lifting you into his arms. you stirred slightly, murmuring softly in your sleep, but you didn’t wake. he carried you back to the bedroom, his movements gentle, though he still tried to convince himself that this was all unnecessary and he doing it only for your comfort.

once he laid you down on the bed, he pulled the blankets up around you, hesitating for a moment as he looked down at your sleeping face. his conscience gnawed at him again. he still didn’t fully get why you were upset, but the guilt lingered. he didn’t like the idea of you hurting because of him, even if he couldn’t quite admit it out loud.

Seongeun turned off the light and climbed into bed beside you, settling on his side with his back facing you. he stared into the darkness, his thoughts swirling in frustration and confusion. why did everything with you feel so complicated?

but as the silence of the room enveloped him, the usual coldness in his chest started to soften. the argument still echoed in his mind, but now, with you lying beside him, it didn’t seem to matter as much. he didn’t want to admit it, but there was something comforting about having you close.

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you woke in the middle of the night, blinking slowly as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. the couch was gone, replaced by the familiar warmth of your bed. you frowned slightly, confused. how had you ended up back here?

turning your head slightly, you saw Seongeun’s broad back facing you, his breathing steady, as he was asleep. he had carried you back. despite the argument, despite everything, he hadn’t left you alone.

your heart softened at the thought. as frustrating as he could be, you knew Seongeun cared — he just didn’t know how to show it the way you needed. even in his arrogance, in his coldness, there was a part of him that wanted to make things right, even if he didn’t understand why you were upset.

you scooted closer to him, the blanket rustling softly as you moved. carefully, you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against the solid warmth of his back. you felt him stiffen for a moment, as if he wasn’t sure how to react. but he didn’t pull away.

instead, with a quiet sigh, he reached down and covered your hands with his own. his touch was surprisingly gentle, though his pride kept him from saying anything.

“are we still fighting?” he asked, you could feel a smirk tugging at his lips.

his eyes were half-lidded with sleep, but there was something soft in his voice, as it sound low and quiet in the dark.

you shook your head slightly against his back, feeling a smile tug at your own lips. “no, not anymore.”

then, slowly, Seongeun shifted. he turned onto his back, pulling you along with him until you were lying on top of him, your head resting on his chest. his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you close in a way that felt more natural than you’d expected. his heartbeat was steady beneath your ear, and for a moment, the tension between you faded.

“i don’t know why you care so much,” he murmured after a long silence, his voice low but not as sharp as before. you smiled at how he tried to pulling it out of himself “but… i’ll try not to make it worse.”

it wasn’t exactly an apology, but it was enough for now. you closed your eyes, snuggling closer into his warmth, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest.

“that’s all i want,” you whispered, your voice soft.

Seongeun didn’t respond, but his hand tightened slightly around you, a quiet acknowledgment of the unspoken truce. and for now, that was enough.

[kayawolfhorse]

The breeze that whispers between the stalks of bamboo encircling the cherry mountain’s highest point is a welcome coolness against Scar’s face. However fresh it may be, the red that runs beneath his skin seems to boil his blood as physically as it does in the purely metaphoric; he’s warm enough to have discarded his waistcoat and pushed his sleeves further up his arms.

Lizzie and Jimmy are asleep, bedrolls laid out around the embers of a once-fire, shrouded in enough torchlight to keep the mobs at bay. At the cusp between dusk and darkness, they’d taken joy in kicking the empty shells their killer snails had left behind down the ridge of the hill, and Scar had cheered with them when the shells had crumbled into dust at the bottom. He hasn’t touched his own.

Restlessness prickles at his palms and itches at his mind. Scar’s effort to sleep had been mendacious by his own standards, but the moment his head had met the pillow beneath it, he knew rest would evade his every attempt.

All is quiet, all is still. Scar’s tiptoe is careful, and his teammates sleep through the ringing crack of the branch he could’ve sworn was not there a moment prior. Scar ducks through the bamboo and starts to scale his way down the hillside.

His plan of avoiding the staircase had seemed brilliantly inconspicuous on flat ground. It proves useless when Scar runs straight into company.

He nearly sends himself barreling down the steep drop, taking Grian with him. He would’ve, in fact, had Grian not clutched his arm and pulled their collision into something closer to an anchoring embrace.

Grian’s touch is gone as soon as Scar’s no longer in danger of dying to fall damage. Scar blinks at him. “Hello there.”

“What are you doing?” Grian’s hushed voice is halfway between a hiss and sigh. His sweater is wound tightly around his shoulders.

“I could ask you the same thing.” They’re about halfway down the mountain the Bamboozlers and the Spanners share, on the face opposite to where Grian’s team has hung their bridges. The ridge they sit upon is no larger than a cascade of cherry blossom petals and a smattering of tiny pink flowers. “Scheming up the next wild card? Scouting out traps?”

Scoffing, Grian casts a hand across the empty wilderness beyond them. “Who would I trap? Why would I be setting up traps right now?”

“You’ve always been the prepared type, you could be getting your licks in early,” Scar says, and the teasing that sweeps up his throat is familiar.

The faint smile Grian fights to keep off his face is at contrast with the sharp edges of his frame. “I really wasn’t, not this time. Just… taking in the night.”

“Hm.” Scar wonders how the things Grian keeps from him weigh against the things Grian shares. Not that it matters here—they’re hardly allies this time around; enemies, even. As red as his eyes are, Scar should shove Grian right off the mountain and see how his iron armor fares.

The full moon’s light shines through the strands of Grian’s golden hair. His knee is warm against Scar’s own when Scar dares to nudge closer, and Grian makes no moves away from him. Selfishly, Scar remains, and the silence that falls between them is generosity extended.

Still, something lingers. Eventually, Scar softly says, “Thanks.”

Grian startles slightly, and glances at Scar before fixing his sight on the horizon. “What for?”

“All you’ve done to keep me alive,” Scar says, and the sudden rush in his ears is a stark reminder of what he’d almost lost. His lives gone are splintering cracks spreading across his chest; the final one is as fine and fragile as a spider’s web cast over his heart. The shattering sure to come was deafening before Grian had thrown the world into a resolute halt.

“Well. It was nearing the end of the day, anyway,” Grian says, near-defensively. “It’d be silly to lose a player so early on from something so preventable.”

Now, that just won’t do. Scar tilts back and balances his weight between his arms. “Sure, sure. But you and I know the truth, don’t we?”

Grian scoffs, and drily asks, “The truth, huh?”

“Why, you’d miss me so terribly, of course!”

“Miss what about you, exactly? Pretty sure you tried to kill me earlier.”

Scar waves a hand. “That was just for fun. Anyway, I have many miss-able qualities. On who else would you see this handsome of a face?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Mumbo’s mustache is pretty hard to top,” Grian drawls, but his shoulders have lowered and his hands are loose at his sides.

“Very indam-itat-ible.” Scar nods solemnly.

“Indomitable?”

“But, you just can’t beat the good times, Gri,” Scar continues. “It’s impossible, even. Who would fill that treacherous void, if not me? I’m doing the world a service!”

“Your idea of service is a wink and a scam to whoever you can sell it to,” Grian says through a smirk.

“As a salesman trying to make an honest living, I’m wounded that you’d think I’d do anything as vile as scamming people,” Scar says, wiping a dry eye.

“Honestly, I’m still not sure how you managed to talk anyone into buying pieces of colored glass or bits of junk from the back of your cabinets,” Grian says. “Must’ve been all the flirting.”

“The flirting is a Grian exclusive, I’m afraid!” Scar says. “The ol’ patented charm got the rest. That does remind me, though, I’ve got a limited time offer on the table, just for you.”

“Oh yeah?” Grian says, and the glint in his eyes rivals an entire barrel-full of gleaming crystals.

“Yeah.” Scar brings his hands forward and cradles Grian’s wind-touched cheeks between his palms to press a quick peck to the side of Grian’s mouth.

Grian catches Scar by the hand when he starts to pull away, and his calloused thumb splays against the delicate flesh of Scar’s inner wrist, shifting until it rests against his pulse. Scar takes a moment to kiss Grian thoroughly.

“I suppose you do have a pretty nice face,” Grian concedes after he’s leaned back into his own space.

“Why, thank you,” Scar says with a wink.

Blossoms sway gently above them, and the plains below hum with spiders and cicadas. The thoughts tumbling behind Scar’s eyes have eased to a steady churn. Grian’s fingers are still against his wrist.

Together, they sit and bask in the glow of company beneath the moon’s silver shine.

[twst-drabbles]

Deuce 4

Summary: You were boiling eggs because Crowley is over at your house, nursing a hang-over after downing a whole bottle of wine for a bet. You decide to make him boiled eggs. Deuce takes a bite out of one of them.

Yes, yes, Crowley didn't exactly ask for just eggs but his whining got you up too early in the damn morning and now the only thing he's getting is boiled eggs.

That and you know Crowley. If you make too much food, he's going to try and eat all of it just to not leave any leftovers behind, and get himself sick for the rest of the day because of that. You're not exactly the best at measuring what's too much or what's too little, you only know your own limits.

“Have you finished yeeet?” For someone with a throbbing headache, he certainly can be loud.

Deuce, ever the helper in what ways he could, squeaked for your attention, then patted his puffed up chest. ‘You can rely on me!’ He’s probably trying to convey, even though there’s really nothing you need his help for.

Well, moral support should count for something, right?

“Alright, alright, continue being you,” you patted Deuce on his head, “Just don’t fall off my shoulder, ‘kay?” Chances are he might fall in the ice bowl full of boiled eggs. He certainly won’t like that bath.

“…am I truly alone in this wooorld?” Whine Crowley once more, and the crack in his voice struck out the edge of annoyance and made you laugh.

“Shove it Crowley,” you yelled back, though there was no malice in you. Yes, he’s a hassle to deal with, but he’s such a flavor of silly that you can’t help but want to use that against him when he’s gets sober. There’s no shortage of embarrassing memories in your head and you have no trouble making it known.

You should probably take him home, if only so you don’t have to deal with midday snoring but eh, it’s fine. It’s more trouble than it's worth anyway. He'd fall asleep in bed, snort awake and then end up right back in your house again via whatever magic spell he can remember that day.

It always has to be your house. It couldn’t be any other persons. Yours. Oh well.

You shake your hands to rid them of egg shells. You looked to your shoulder. “Hey, Deuce?”

He propped himself up, at attention. You dragged an empty bowl next to the ice one.

“Put them this bowl, please.” Certainly, you could do it yourself, but your pets get whiny if they can’t help you with simple tasks. Puts a hole in Deuce’s confidence especially.

Deuce pumped himself up with a sharp, reedy whistle and slid right down your arm. The eggs you boiled were a really weird variety, way bigger than a chicken’s egg. About the size of your entire hand. You don’t remember which creature this came from, but it’s the kind of eggs Crowley likes and the ones he gets you so may as well use them.

Point being, Deuce had to use his entire body to hold the egg up. Each step he took towards the bowl, Deuce gave a grunt, and it was at such a rhythm that you’re pretty sure he’s subconsciously recalling Riddle’s training.

One two, one two. And finally, Deuce got the boiled egg in the bowl.

“Good job, little buddy.” You patted his head when he rushed right over, ready for the next egg. “Here you go.”

And so you both continued, you peeling the eggs and Deuce carrying them to the bowl. Until, eventually, Deuce didn’t come right over for the next egg.

“Deuce?” You raised an eyebrow, egg in hand ready to be delivered, “You doing alright?”

You looked over, seeing Deuce still carrying that boiled egg, hidden behind it in such a way that you could only see his little legs.

“Deuce?” Your voice sunk a little lower, warning, and you saw him flinch.

Then, Deuce peeked from around the egg. His cheeks, evidently filled to the brim with egg, wobbled as he continued to chew. He looked guilty, and yet he continued to eat. You continued to stare as he swallowed down that huge bite in one go. It hit his belly a stone would.

Deuce looked down, clearly waiting for something on your part, but you just shrugged.

“You know what, you can have that one. I made too many anyway.” No you didn’t, Crowley eats way too much honestly, but eh, it’s not as if he’ll starve if he has one less egg than usual.

Deuce’s eyes sparkled and he popped his head right back into the hole he made in the boiled egg.

…are you gonna have to purchase more of these eggs now? They’re kinda expensive.

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

🎃 Trapped behind glass

Shower Sex CW: Non-con, Dub-con, inhuman penetration, multiple penetration, urination, strangulation

The glass door to the standing shower clicked shut as (Reader) stepped in. It had been a long day at work and they needed to melt their skin off their body with boiling water.

Creaking loudly due to age, the pipes shook as the water struggled to heat up, shooting out at (Reader) while it was still cold, startling them. It didn't matter how long they lived in their shitty, cheap apartment, the terrible plumbing always surprised them with just how terrible it was.

It slowly did warm up, however, drenching (Reader's) exhausted flesh in a comforting way.

As the water sprayed across their back the texture changed suddenly, the water feeling thicker and heavier than normal. But when (Reader) looked at the shower head, afraid that they were getting splashed with muck, they found that everything looked normal. 'Fucking lead pipes..' (Reader) thought bitterly, not really knowing if hard water was the explanation or not.

Water now almost slimey, the thick oozing liquid dripped over their goosebumps, grossing (Reader) past their breaking point. When they realized the water wasn't going to be changing back, they turned the knob to shut it off, but the water continued running.

"Fuck me.." (Reader) whined, not wanting to deal with maintenance nor the inevitable water bill. They reached for the door, but found themselves paralyzed. It was as if their entire body was tightly bound in a latex suit, restricting their movements. Across their flesh, the "water" began moving in different directions, flowing with a mind of it's own.

(Reader) opened their mouth to scream, but their throat was instantly filled with the hot goo, writhing inside of them, but never sliding down to their lungs or stomach. As they focused on the pulsing water gliding over their tongue they didn't notice the gushing liquid searching for their entrance until it flooded every hole between their legs, including their urethra. The warmth hurt only for a second, never stretching to the point of pain. But it was uncomfortable and strange.

Every inch of (Reader) felt violated, the water massaging their entire form, not only fucking every opening (suffocating as it rammed up their nose, birthing a migraine from the lack of oxygen, accentuated by the rushing water in their ears); using every hole used like a fuck hole, but their skin was slick like someone was masturbating by riding their wet exterior.

It continued ramming into them, dripping and leaking seemingly without end. The sensation of a foreign entity entering their piss slit while teetering on the brink of unconsciousness made (Reader) lose control of their bladder, unable to feel embarrassment with the black spots filling their vision as their urine coated their thighs along with the water like being, mixing with the fluid creature and (Reader's) arousal.

Every time they almost passed out the thing would retract from their nose, just long enough for them to regain their strength before plunging back in, plugging them up.

They couldn't think, the intensity of the fucking and the strangulation leaving them a soaking mess, slobbering over the hard water and cumming freely into the drain, orgasming multiple times without fully being aware that they were doing so.

Eventually the water seemed satisfied, sliding off (Reader's) body to drip down the drain and defy gravity to retract into the spout. (Reader) collapsed onto the shower floor, the only liquid left on their shaking form was their own, piss, drool and their climax, leaving them to fall asleep, wet and cold, too scared to turn back on the water to wash themselves off.

[notjustjavierpena]

I miss Husband!Javi! How’s the fam doing?

Lazy

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: The family is doing absolutely fantastic this morning, thank you for asking! You’re lucky that you get to have a little peek. 

Summary: Morning sex and interruption. 

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, clit stim, lactation (don’t look at me), somewhat interrupted sex, dirty talk, loooove, domestic life, cuddles!

Word count: 

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50275039

Lazy

You thank a higher power for the location of your house when you sleep in on weekends, its treeless garden making the sun able to shine thousands of miles across the universe and through your window to warm the white and crumpled sheets of yours and Javier’s bed. On days of work, you’d often curse the mocking rays of the sun, but today they’re perfect. 

You turn your head on your pillow to see the back of Javier’s head. He is lying on his side, covers resting just above his hips. You think that he might be the reason you are feeling hot and not the sun because when you reach out to touch his back, he is like a furnace. 

It’s moments like these that need to be treasured. A house full of kids rarely gets quiet moments like these, and the thought of being totally undisturbed by them on a morning when the sun is so enthusiastic about showing off, it’s nearly concerning that they haven’t barged in. 

Your fingertips dance up your husband’s spine. The gentle touch makes him stir. You quickly pull your hand back, curling inwards to protect the brief intimate moment from being interrupted. He is so beautiful, you think, and you are in almost awe at the fact that you get to watch the never-ending movements of his chest as he breathes slowly during his slumber. 

You want to wake him; want him to fuck you until you sigh loudly when he makes you orgasm but morning sex is too risky. Inés will surely jump onto the bed in the middle of the action, and you’ll have to come up with a lousy explanation for what you were doing. Lucas might even catch on at this point, and say something about making babies. Javier would never be able to get over it.

“I can feel you staring, mi amor,” Javier says suddenly. 

You jump a little at hearing his voice so unexpectedly and blush at being caught in the act of ogling him even if it’s so tenderly.

“You just looked so peaceful,” you say. You looked like home.

Javier finally turns around to face you, making the sheets rustle slightly. He gives you a little grin, but he still looks so tired. You would have beckoned him closer, but when he doesn’t automatically seek you out, even dozing off a little again, you make the effort to shuffle closer. 

He lazily wraps an arm around you and tugs you close to his chest. You lift your leg to rest it over his hip, and then you snooze together for a while and you can hear the soft snoring that comes out of his mouth. He is boiling but you don’t mind at all.

Not even when you feel his palm come down to rest on the curve of your ass. Not even when it taps playfully. 

“They’ll be here in a moment,” you mumble as he starts groping you properly, but Javier doesn’t stop. Instead, he pushes your leg off of him.

“Turn around,” he orders, voice thick with sleep. 

You open your eyes to find his, “Did you not hear what I just said?”

“The baby alarm hasn’t made a sound in forever,” he replies, “Turn around.”

You groan irritatedly but mostly just for show, feeling a tingle dance at the base of your spine. You do as he says. The tingle turns into a whole somersault in your stomach so quickly, when his broad hand settles on the space beneath your belly button and then slips underneath the waistband of your underwear. 

“Should fall asleep like this more often,” he murmurs behind you. You want to say that we spoon all the time but he punctuates the meaning behind his words by cupping your whole cunt in his hand. You moan helplessly. 

His other arm scoops under your body. This hand pulls your top up over your tits, settling on one of them afterward to squeeze and pull and squeeze and pull. You sigh contentedly as he pinches a nipple, don’t even flush when a few drops of milk drip down over his fingers. 

He had become absolutely ravenous when it had happened the first time during your pregnancy with Lucas, even if your heart had hammered in your chest due to embarrassment… but now, with breastfeeding your third child, you have indulged him in this several times. 

“Mierda,” he growls, removing his hand from your underwear to brush off the now-several droplets of milk from the back of his hand, “You’re so fucking hot.” 

“Enjoy it while it lasts.”

“Shut up.”

“I meant the milk.”

He sucks his fingers into his mouth, and you can nearly taste the sweetness of it yourself. He makes a joke about breakfast, which you tell him is disgusting but then his post-milk-stained fingers are in your panties again. 

You arch into him at the very first swipes of his fingers. He presses them against the sides of your clit, not touching it directly, and goes back and forth and back and forth. It’s slow and lazy just like the atmosphere of this particular morning, and he has you gasping into the air not long after. 

You fist the sheets with one hand. The other reaches up to cover the one on your breast, holding onto it for dear life as Javier builds up the intense pressure in your belly. Your toes curl, “P-please.”

“Está bien,” he coos, “Come for me, baby.”

The pads of his fingers go to your clit now, quickly rubbing from side to side. The pleasure in your body grows even more powerful, taking hold of your breath and legs, spreading out from between your legs. You feel as though you might explode without release. 

Your legs move around slightly. Javier encourages you with filthy words and then—

You come with the loud sigh that you have learned to make instead of practically screaming like you normally did before the children arrived. Your face contorts into an expression of bliss, your mouth falls open at the first spasms of your wet cunt, and your clit throbs heavenly.

More milk slides down onto the mattress too, dripping with each pulse of your pussy because it mistakenly thinks you’re getting the rush of endorphins and dopamine from acts of being a mother. 

“Fuck, you are dirty,” Javier is rock hard against your ass, and you want to indulge him but you only get a few seconds into your earth-shattering orgasm before the door behind you and your husband opens forcefully.

You start to half-laugh half-moan, still not completely settling into post-orgasmic bliss, when Javier starts to panic. He quickly turns around to face the door and hides his body underneath the covers to cover up any indecency. Luckily, you think, this kind of situation is the biggest boner killer. 

You pull your top down without your children seeing it. Then you sit up slightly and look in the same direction as Javier; Lucas and Inés are in their pajamas, having arrived together in a way that makes you think that Inés has gone into Lucas’ room beforehand to fetch her brother.

Now, they’re both standing in the doorway and looking at you both with curiosity as if they’re trying to decipher what has just happened. 

“What’re you two scheming about?” Javier asks in his dad-voice. That seems to work, putting them out of their trance, because the two of them come bounding together towards the bed. 

As predicted, Inés jumps onto Javier’s side of the bed and Lucas comes for a cuddle on your side. You pull the covers tight around your legs, letting both kids settle on top of them. 

“Did you sleep well?” You ask your son, running a hand over his dark hair. He rests his head against your heart, barely replying as he almost instantaneously nods off the second he feels your warmth. You try not to get too emotional about it; still having this kind of moment with him despite him getting older and more independent. He still needs his mother, and you blink a few times to hold tears at bay whilst promising to always be there like this. 

“Mijo,” you coo softly. You absentmindedly keep stroking his hair, hearing his breathing slow and your own seeming to fall into the exact same pattern.

Beside you, Inés talks loudly and enthusiastically about something that you cannot quite tune into yet. Javier seems to understand everything perfectly well, making eyes and nodding in a comical yet serious manner.

“Is that so?” He says. 

“Yes!” Inés replies loudly.

“Indoor voices,” you fuss.

“What?” Javier mimics her volume and turns to you, “What did you say? I can’t hear you!”

Inés squeals in delight. You roll your eyes with a smile. 

It’s then that you notice she has something clenched in her tiny fist, and you realize faster than Javier that it’s a headband. It’s funny because it makes sense of what she has been talking about, and yet it still catches Javier off guard when…

Whack! 

The headband is placed on his head with the grace - or lack thereof - of a four-year-old child. It nearly pokes him in the eye, and he automatically jumps at the unintended violence of the act. 

Inés looks proud of herself when she eventually manages to place it on top of her father’s head correctly. You cover your mouth to hide the giggle that’s about to escape your lips, admiring the pointy horn that sits in the middle of his forehead. 

“You look so cute,” you tell him.

He reaches up to poke the tip with his finger, but he shows no sign of being displeased by what Inés has done. Instead, he tugs her close to his chest to tickle her and you nearly decide at that moment to let him make a fourth baby with you (Something about a soccer team. Only eight more to go.)

“Soy un unicornio muy malo y me encanta comer niñas que se llaman Inés,” he says animatedly when he gives Inés a break from his tickle-attack. He raises his arms above his head, imitating claws. 

“No!” She squeaks with laughter.

You hug Lucas extra tightly in your arms. He seems to have blinked awake at the noise, but he doesn’t move as a sign for you to keep snuggling him. 

“Síííí,” he replies, striking once again with more tickles to make the whole bed shake. He pretend-bites her cheek when he manages to scoop her up, and you feel a desperate need to make up for the interruption you both had to endure. This is worth it though, and you know it is to him too. God, he is sexy.

Suddenly, a cry is heard through the speaker of the baby alarm. Inés knows what this means by now. She backs down, eyes wide, “Sebastian is crying!”

You start to move, but Javier points down to his half-asleep son. He shakes his head.

“I’ll get him,” he reassures and gets out of bed. Inés follows him out of the room without hesitation, reaching for his hand to hold. She still talks about her father’s hairpiece.

As you gently attempt to wake up your son, you wonder briefly if Javier had thought about being dressed up as a unicorn on a Saturday morning when he kissed you that first time after your second date. Then afterward, you wonder if he, then, had been hoping this would be his life when he had kissed you. 

Either way, you make breakfast with a smile on your face the whole time while Lucas joins in to help you set the table, and when Javier returns with his energetic daughter and your four-month-old son, who is sleeping on his arm like it is a strong branch, he is still wearing the unicorn headband.

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day 8 - arguing with one another

Another exhausting day for Gavi ended when he finally went home. Everything he thought about in that second he stepped through the door was to cuddle with you and fall asleep.

However that dream of his was shortly ruined after he saw you smiling at your phone. That wasn't the main problem, you looked cute sitting on the sofa, giggling at your phone, it was almost like you were talking to someone.

"Hey babe" He smiled widely and went closer to you, at the point where he was even standing in front of you.

You didn't give him much attention, just looked up at him for a second and mumbled a short "hello".

Gavi would have gone in for a hug but he was to annoyed now. With that he left you there with a scoff, just as he wanted to go up the stairs he turned around again.

"You know I was excited to see you, but that's ruined now." Gavi shortly let you know and you stood up immediately to walk closer to him. Your brows knit together as you looked at him.

"Why are you mad now? I didn't do anything?" You asked, raising your voice a little bit.

"Yeah, except for not even giving me a hug when I come home. We didn't use to be like this Y/n." Gavi said and turned around but you stopped him.

"Gavi dont fucking walk away now. What do you mean we didn't use to be like this? We still love eachother right?" You asked him, while saying the last sentence your voice shaked a little bit.

"I'm not so fully convinced about you." He muttered and your jaw dropped.

"You think I don't love you?" You asked and he shrugged his shoulders as a response. "Woah, okay, because I tried everything to make you feel loved, but one time when i dont hug you when you come home I don't love you anymore? Did you forget that yesterday I literally waited in the doorway for you to arrive." You convinced him, his gaze softened as he looked at the floor.

"Who were you talking to then?" He raised his eyebrows, the soft gaze gone again as he looked up at you.

"Why do you care." You answered in a harsher tone than you had anticipated.

"I care because we're in a relationship if you havent noticed yet, its because I care for you. We used to tell eachother everything and now you cant even tell me who youre talking to?" Gavi pointed at himself with his hand while moving his head slightly forward.

"I care for you too, but you're seriously getting mad at me for not jumping up and hugging you the first second I see you?" You asked and took a step closer to him. Your blood basically boiling by how stupid he could be sometimes. You didn't yell at him, you're not much of a yelling person.

"Ah," Gavi scoffed and turned around once again, walking up the stairs to the bedroom. You tried to call for him to stop but he didn't listen. You followed him into the bedroom and stood in front of him while he changed his shirt.

"You don't need to distract yourself with me, don't worry, go on and talk to those other men." Gavi made a motion with his hand and your jaw dropped once again. Suddenly it was silent, Gavi expected an answer from you, it didn't come, every second that passed he thought to himself. "Now, in a second, when is the answer coming?"

It never came, and as he turned around to look at you, he saw you, staring at him with glossy eyes. "You think I am cheating on you?" You asked with a shaky voice. You turned your head away as you felt a few tears rolling down your cheeks. Having your boyfriend who you loved more than everything and anything think that you could even think about cheating on him is bad, but his basically telling to your face that he had caught you cheating even tho its not true is worse.

Suddenly everything in your body switched off, you calmed down, your pulse went down again and then it was just that tight feeling in your throat and that awful ringing in your ears.

"You know Gavi, I love you but it's so freaking hard sometimes." And with that you walked past him and out the door. Uncontrollable tears now streaming down your face.

Meanwhile Gavi was still stood in the middle of his room, looking at the door you went through. Just a few seconds later he heard the door being closed and then followed by your car turning on and driving away.

"Fuck." Gavi muttered under his breath as he threw back his head. He knew he had messed up, he knew damn well that he went too far.

The bad thing for him was that he had absolutely no idea where you went, he tried to call you but as awaited, you didn't pick up.

He was still a bit confused as to why you just wouldnt tell him who you were talking to, but he knew he had to make it up to you, he just didn't know how. yet.

Meanwhile you were already on the other side of Barcelona, sitting on your friends couch. Luckiky Mikky and you were home alone because Frenkie wanted to meet up with his friends.

So there you sat crying, the person who understood you the most patting your back and telling you that it was gonna be okay.

No matter how strong your bond with Gavi was, Mikky had a view of life he could never have. That was because Mikky and you had one major thing in common. That was dating a famous footballer.

She knew all the cons that came with it and she knew how to react. During the time of being with Frenkie for more than 10 years she learnt some things.

She was the one to calm you down when the press started blaming you for Gavi's bad game, she was the one to calm you down after Gavis fans started to hate on you just because you were in a relationship with him.

And you hated to even think about it but Gavi would have never been able to calm you down those times. He lived with it, they taught you to play under pressure in La Masia, they taught you to handle the hate, but what they didn't teach you in La Masia was how people around you feel, people that didn't grow up in the academy and don't know how to handle that.

That's why you immediately stopped crying as soon as you stepped into Mikkys house. "Should I make you a tea? I know you loved the berry one." She smiled while pointing at you and walking into the kitchen. You followed her and sat down on the other side of the island in her kitchen.

So you two kept chatting with the low rumbling of the boiling water in the background. And as soon as the water was hot enough, she poured it into a cup and gave you a teabag. You put the teabag into the hot water and then kept on chatting with her.

Immediately you forgot everything that happened to you, every word that was said between you and Gavi in the last hour.

That's what you loved about being friends with her, she made you forget all your worries. Not that Gavi was a worry for you, but it was good to get a break from the futbolista.

"Here, put some honey in it, it's way better than sugar." Mikky grabbed a jar of honey out of her cabinet and walked over to you with a spoon in the other hand.

"Thank you" You smiled after she stirred it in and went to sit down in front of you. The rest of the one hour that you spent at her place contained of you two gossiping about your friend group and of course the players.

There were always some stuff Frenkie knew and Gavi didn't, you two knew everything that happened because of the constant gossip sessions. Luckily Frenkie and Gavi didn't know about their girlfriends telling their news to the others girlfriend because you two thought of it better as a secret.

And after it was time for you to go, you said goodbye and soon found yourself infront of your house with the keys in your hand.

Stepping into the house and closing the door behind you, you didnt hear anything other than the fridge buzzing quietly and the bugs making those noises from outside

That was until you entered the upper floor and heard tiktok playing in the bedroom, all the lights were turned off so you had to move around in the dark.

As soon as you stepped into the bedrooms doorframe Gavi's eyes shot up at you from his screen. He didnt think for a second before standing up and walking over to you.

"I'm sorry for not telling you a proper hello and also hiding who I was texting to." You immediately began and he nodded his head. You knew you were in the wrong, you knew that you had made the mistake.

"It's okay." Gavi took a step closer to you and pulled you into a heartfelt hug. Your arms tightened around his body, the best part after a fight was always making up, that hug couldn't be replaced by anything. When you hold him again after you held a grudge against him for a couple of hours. The relieving feeling you feel when you realize that "Everything is gonna be okay." Gavi's words made you smile as he leaned down and kissed your cheek.

Maybe everything does always turn out fine.

[kurishiri]

02┊Dark If —Alfons Sylvatica—

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— cw: implied dub-con, implied alcohol consumption, invasion of personal space.

(I-I-I...I...)

Alfons the Mirror: You’re rather quick to wake up, aren’t you. Well? Were you able to have a good dream last night?

(Why did I do such a thing... it was like Alfons was my lover...)

(Wait, like one...?)

Kate: Y-you did something to me, didn’t you?

Alfons the Mirror: Why indeed I did. We did a greaaat many things under consent.

A: That said, though, you ended up falling asleep, so we didn’t go all the way.

Kate: That’s not the point...!

Alfons the Mirror: Were you aware of my ability then? Because, yes, I did use it.

A: I am a mirror that reflects wishes and desires. I simply did what you wished for.

Kate: Wh—why would I ever wish for something so dirty...

Alfons the Mirror: Well I’ll be... is that really so?

Though I was intoxicated, I could still remember how I ended up wanting to lean into Alfons’ warmth.

Kate: Y-you’re the utter worst!

Alfons the Mirror: Aha, I do take a fancy to that reaction of yours. I prefer this loads over how you resembled a lost child last night.

Kate: Well, I won’t be seeking any more help from you.

Alfons the Mirror: Well then, how about I make a prediction? You will come to see me... I’m more than sure.

I straightened out my disheveled clothes and stood up as Alfons said while sprawled on the bed...

Alfons the Mirror: Ah, and...

(...?)

Alfons the Mirror: The first cocktail you drank last night is applejack. Despite all appearances, it’s quite some strong liquor.

A: A poisoned apple may not necessarily take the form of an apple itself. Do be careful from now on.

Perhaps out of frustration, or something else entirely, my cheeks grew hot.

Kate: Thanks for the warning! And you take care of that liver of yours too, mister Alfons the Mirror!

Alfons the Mirror: ......... (O_O)

A: ...pfft, ahahaha!

Leaving that shameless parting remark, I burst out of that shady room.

(That guy’s the worst of the worst, I swear to god——!!)

Pub master: Look at you, lady-killer. Did you have a fun time yet again? I’m almost envious.

Alfons the Mirror: Too much fun, in fact. Though she ran away like a cat would in the end.

??? (Harry): ...Hey, don’t go teasing her too much.

Alfons the Mirror: ...?

Sitting in the corner of the pub was a man, and that was all he said before disappearing into the darkness.

Pub master: So, are you gonna have a drink to wake yourself up, Alfons?

Alfons the Mirror: Yes, perhaps I will, with an applejack.

The day after I was played by the mirror, I went around on my own to find the missing thing.

But it seemed the favorite phrase of the people I asked boiled down to ‘maybe you’ll know if you ask Alfons?’

So in the end, I couldn’t get my hands on any information, leaving me to go back to that person, much to my displeasure.

Said person was at the castle, playing on a whim with a black cat.

Alfons the Mirror: Elbie was going to add this cat to his collection, you see... but it’s a relief indeed that you won’t be subject to a taxidermy, isn’t it?

Black cat: Meow...

Alfons the Mirror: And so, what brings you here?

Kate: .........ease.

Alfons the Mirror: I’m afraid I didn’t quite catch that. Speak up a little more, why don’t you.

Kate: ...Help me...please...

Alfons the Mirror: With what, might I ask?

(I-I swear, this man——!)

Kate: I need your insights, so please help me...!

Alfons the Mirror: Very well. I must say you looked quite darling just now.

While I threw him a resentful look, Alfons brought his fingers to his chin in a dramatic gesture.

Alfons the Mirror: For the record, everything I am about to say is mere speculation on my end.

A: But you are Snow White, Elbie is the Queen, Roger the Hunter, and I the Mirror.

A: Don’t you think there is a missing cast member here in the story of Snow White?

(Ah...)

Kate: The prince?

Alfons the Mirror: Indeed, if you find that prince who is somewhere in this world, you may be able to return from whence you came!

Kate: Thank you so much, Alfons! I’m starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel!

Alfons the Mirror: Hardly. Then, I say we head off to search for this prince and whatnot posthaste.

Kate: Wait, you’re going to help?

Alfons the Mirror: Did I not say? I happen to very much enjoy sticking my nose into other people’s business without the need to take an ounce of responsibility.

And so, with Alfons, we started our search for the prince.

Alfons the Mirror: To all the candidates to be Snow White’s prince, over here! Yes, that’s it, line up in a single file.

A: Now, entry number 1. You can come up.

Candidate No.1: I-I would like to take Snow White’s hand in marriage, so I can get close to Queen Elbert——

Queen Elbert: ...Dismissed.

Alfons the Mirror: Thank you for your time. Ah, and over there are some souvenirs, so do take some with you.

Kate: Thank you for helping out so much.

K: ...But, what in the world is this!?

Alfons the Mirror: Thinking it was the most efficient way, I invited candidates from within the country. I am quite good at my job, aren’t I.

Kate: I won’t deny that, but you could’ve confided in me before it happened...

K: Besides, why is Queen Elbert helping as well?

Queen Elbert: ...? Because, I was worried about you?

Alfons the Mirror: Alright then, entry number 2. You may come up.

Candidate No.2: I want to marry Snow White, and every night... hehehe...

Queen Elbert: ...Take him out of the castle grounds.

Alfons the Mirror: Yes yes, right away. Guards, if you please, throw him right out of the castle.

—— Time skip ——

(...That must’ve been close to 300 people, but we couldn’t find even one remotely like a prince.)

The fatigue piling up on me, I started to feel more down.

(At this rate, I won’t be able to find the missing thing, and I probably won’t be able to return back to reality.)

Alfons the Mirror: Kate? Kate.

Kate: Yes... ngh, mn...

Alfons kissed me with a wet sound before he finally parted from my lips.

Kate: W-why a kiss so suddenly?

Alfons the Mirror: I was starting to grow tired of all these worthless men, so call this a cleansing of palate, if you will.

A: Oh, or are you perhaps in need of a more intensely pleasurable ‘cleansing’?

Kate: Ah… no, we can’t…

I remembered the heat from when he fondled me before, and for a moment I recalled the pleasure from that.

(But that… all of that…)

Alfons the Mirror: You can put all the blame on me. I simply had unfulfilled desires, and so I laid my hands upon you.

Kate: In between an audience… that’s bad manners.

Alfons the Mirror: Oh dear, did you truly take me for someone who tries to uphold manners, by any chance?

A: And besides that, with that sort of phrasing, are you meaning to say doing things like this is alright if it’s in a different place?

Kate: Wh—ah…

Alfons the Mirror: We can leave the prince hunt for tomorrow and enjoy ourselves today. How about it?

(That it would make me happy if that smile of his was not apathetic, but rather one that came from his heart…)

(…It’s not like I’m thinking that or anything.)

And then, a few days later, in order to invite real princes, a banquet was held at the castle.

(Urgh, if it’s real princes, that would mean they’re nobility, right? Of course I’d be nervous…)

Alfons the Mirror: Are you finished with preparations? Well, I’ll be, don’t you look wonderful.

A: That is one shameless slit, to be sure. You’ll have the princes on their knees in no time flat, I say.

Kate: H-hold on, don’t touch me.

Alfons the Mirror: Goodness, what’s there to be so stingy about?

At this point, such interactions with Alfons like this had long become a part of my every day.

I had initially felt so anxious, but now such feelings have dissipated more…

Kate: …You know, recently I’ve had times when I’ve thought about what I’m really searching for.

Alfons the Mirror: And that is to say?

Kate: I had thought finding that missing thing and correcting what made this world twisted would be the right thing to do.

K: But it’s just… I can’t help but wonder if that’s really the case.

The people living in this country had gone twisted and mad somewhere along the way.

After all, Queen Elbert was still searching for the most beautiful thing in this world,

and Alfons… he would sometimes have this severely lonely or icy look in his eyes.

But… there wasn’t any person here that was living an entirely proper life.

And I couldn’t help but feel more or less everyone was living at least a little mad.

While thinking that, I felt the sensation of fingertips tickling my back.

Kate: Eek!

Alfons the Mirror: So you no longer wish to return to reality, instead wanting to stay with me?

Kate: No way!

Alfons the Mirror: Hehe, that’s unfortunate. Oh, and would you look at that. It’s almost time, Snow White.

In the dance hall, princes from many different countries were gathered.

Green-eyed prince: Snow White, this dish is delectable.

Kate: Ah, thank you. I’ll partake in some.

(If it was Alfons, I imagine he wouldn’t eat this sort of luxurious dish.)

——How rude. I’ll have you know purposefully eating crudely is what makes a noble.

Blue-eyed prince: Snow White, uhm, could we talk over there later?

Kate: Yes, of course.

(If it were Alfons, he would probably drag me off somewhere without asking first.)

——After all, you don’t dislike this kind of force, do you?

(…W-wait, what…?)

(For a while now, why was I…)

Why was I trying to find Alfons in other people?

Kate: ——!

(I… to Alfons——)

to be continued…

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