#Calmer side of the ray

[mykoreanlove]

channie's way of helping you relax

“Sweetheart, can you come here for a minute?”

Chan was sitting on the living room’s floor with his back leaned against the black leather couch. His hands motioned you to come sit in between his legs, fully positioned in the safety of his embrace. You felt his strong arms wrap around you and leaned back against his broad chest. A warm feeling overcame you, like finally sensing the first rays of sunshine after a gruesome winter.

“I want you to close your eyes”, he said gently. You did as he told but only for a second as your curiosity got the best of you. He instantly noticed and scolded you for your behavior.

“Ah ah, bad girl. Close your eyes, baby girl. Be good for me.”

This time you obeyed – with eyes closed you leaned even deeper into his body.

“Good girl. I want you to take some deep breaths for me, okay? Deep breath in through your nose and deep breath out of your mouth.”

You felt his chest rising as he demonstrated the breathing and joined him, getting calmer and calmer by his side.

“In and out”, he calmly orchestrated.

“Can you feel yourself relax some more, baby?”

A sweet smile formed on your lips, deeply touched by his care for you.

“Now breathe normally and just listen to my words, okay?”

Your breathing stabilized and you felt peaceful, like a wave of calmness had washed over you, taking away all the stressors of daily life. You surrendered to the moment and only focused on Chan, simply listening to his deep and raspy voice like he wanted you to.

“I am so in love with you, y/n”, he declared softly.

“Like, crazy in love with you, baby.”

“Do you even realize that? Do you even realize what you’re doing to me?”

“I’ve never met someone like you. Someone so beautiful and captivating, so smart and charming. I feel like I am dating my best friend. My goddess. My soulmate…”

“You make me a better person, baby. Thank you for that.”

“Thank you for always staying by my side and forcing me to sleep and eat and relax.” A small giggle escaped your lips.

“I wanna take care of you forever. I wanna make sure you’re safe and that you take your vitamins and get a bite to eat. I wanna make sure you’re hydrated and in good spirits.”

“I wanna make you feel loved, y/n.”

“Every. Single. Day.”

“I love you, y/n. Like so fucking much.”

“Our love is special, don’t you think? It’s not only sexy and passionate but also nurturing.”

“I won’t ever let go of you."

“In fact, I’m going to marry you some day.”

“I’m going to take this delicate hand of yours and put a ring on it. Not just a simple ring, no, the most beautiful and shiniest diamond I can find. One that’s so special that your friends’ jaws will drop at brunch. That kind of ring.”

“Because that’s what you deserve, baby.”

“You deserve to be taken care of. And spoiled. All the riches in the world belong to you as long as you’re with me, sweetie.”

“Will you stay with me?”

“Will you make me the happiest man on the planet?”

“Say yes, baby.”

“Please, say yes.”

“Please?”

[theemporium]

Character B, being someone who likes to hug something in their sleep, ends up using Character A as their makeshift pillow. Character A isn’t too keen on it at first but they end up accepting their fate. (It’s the best night of sleep they’ve probably ever had since they were a kid.) 

I need this as fluff with max because there was one interview where he said he wasn’t big on spooning/cuddling and I as this and immediately thought about it

this is so🥹thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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As much as the Dutchman tried to deny his feelings for you, it was clear to everyone else in the world that he was head over heels.

He was blunt with his words and how he felt, never shying away from them when questioned. Though, that being said, he wasn’t always the most aware of his own feelings. And when he was, it wasn’t instinctive for him to yell them from every rooftop so everyone in the world knew how he felt. 

Max bottled his feelings. He let them linger and fester until he was ready to confront them. And despite every single sign in the universe pointing out that he was in love with you, he was nowhere near saying the words aloud to anyone, or even himself.

But that didn’t stop him from showing you he loved you in simple gestures that felt like an instinct rather than a chore.

It was a surprise to most of the paddock that the two of you even became friends, let alone anything more. 

You were opposites in every sense of the word. Max was blunt and direct, you were calmer and more patient with people. Max was seen as a villain to a large majority of the Formula One world, whilst you were a walking, talking ray of sunshine. Max was the golden boy of Red Bull racing, and you were a hardworking member of the Mercedes team. 

And despite it all, you two were a bonded pair known throughout the paddock. 

There would be countless little things Max would do for you that would confuse the people of the paddock. The way he would seek you out the second he was relieved from his duties in the garage or the media pen. The way he would bring you snacks and drinks even if it meant venturing into a sea of silver to find you. The way he would always have an extra hoodie or jacket for you in case things got chilly by the track. The way he would always drive you to and from the paddock, even if it meant he had to stay longer after the races on Sunday when he could leave. 

Though your favourite ritual was the movie nights you would have. 

They were sporadic at best, but you were both committed when you had one. It was usually after one of you had a bad day, when you weren’t quite ready to talk it out but wanted the distraction regardless. 

It had been a tiring day for Max in the media pen, but when he saw the look on your face as he approached the Mercedes garage, he knew it was nothing in comparison to the day you had. He was soundless as he took your backpack from you and headed to the car, barely saying a word until you reached the hotel. He told you to change into something comfier and make your way to his hotel room afterwards. 

Dinner had already been ordered by the time you arrived, and he silently handed you the remote so you could choose the movie. 

Max’s lips twitched when he noticed you had picked New Moon, only snorting a little when you rolled your eyes and jabbed his side for judging your choice. But he remained quiet as you two ate, enjoying the movie as though you hadn’t made him watch it a million times. 

However, he failed to realise just how hard the day hit you because it wasn’t even thirty minutes into the movie when he felt your head on his shoulder. You were both lying back on the bed, the pillows fluffed behind you and the duvet covering you both. It was comfy and it made sense.

And yet, in all the movie nights you had together—in the whole time you had been friends—never once had you shared the bed. You would always make your way back to your hotel room by the end of the night. 

But here you were, fast asleep and tucked into his side. 

Max was frigid and tense at first. A part of him knew he could have just slid away from you, guided you towards the other side of the bed. He could have shaken you awake and carried you back to your hotel room. Hell, he could have even taken the couch or the floor if it meant he had his own space. 

But he found he didn’t really want to.

He told himself that it was the dinner and the long day that had tired him out. That he could no longer fight the sleepiness and exhaustion in his body, that it wouldn’t be worth the effort to move you away. He told himself all of that on a loop as he switched the tv off, as he shuffled down on the bed so he was comfy, as he let you wrap yourself around him like a koala. 

He told himself that he didn’t like it and it was a one time thing as he fell asleep. 

When he woke up in the morning, he was almost surprised to find that you were closer than you were before. Your legs were entangled and your arms were wound around his torso, your cheek pressed against his chest as you slept peacefully. 

He was warm, though it wasn’t unbearable. The heat and weight of you pressed up against him wasn’t as irritating as he assumed it would be. It was comforting. In an odd way, it was soothing, assuring even. 

He was almost annoyed when you woke up.

“You’re not as grumpy as you usually are,” his teammate noted when he entered the garage that morning, ready for the first free practice session of the day.

“I guess I had a good night’s sleep,” Max replied simply with a shrug of his shoulders.

Daniel’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Did you get laid or something?”

Max rolled his eyes. “That’s not the only way to have a good night's sleep.”

Daniel just raised his hands in mock defence. “Alright, don’t bite my head off,” he murmured, though there was an amused smile on his face. “Is it a new stuffed bear? Maybe I should put you down for a nap if you’re getting cranky.”

His chest almost tightened at the thought of napping with you, of having you wrapped around him once again, of feeling that sense of calmness wash over him. 

“You’re hilarious, mate.”

“I know.” 

Yet, Max couldn’t help but spend the rest of the day wondering how he could convince you to sleep in his bed again.

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[the-kr8tor]

The Morning after

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Synopsis: you spend a peaceful morning with Hobie.

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (reader is mentioned to be smaller than Hobie though) TW food mentions, established relationship, FLUFF , lovestruck Hobie.

A continuation of this fic.

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Hobie wakes up with his right arm aching, he groans from the weight slightly crushing his arm– wait what?

He opens his half asleep eyes with a confused look. Hobie cranes his neck down, he finally sees who the intruder is.

Hobie smiles to himself, Fully waking up, he remembers that he invited you over. He stares at your form, memorizing every bit of detail from how you clutched his jumper with a grip, your lips slightly parted as you exhale, the early morning sun shines at your back, bathing your form in a heavenly glow. Hobie moves you closer to him, as to not let the rays hit your face and disturb your peace.

He tries to move you both farther away from the edge of the bed, but he finds that your legs are intertwined with his, preventing him from moving.

He huffs, a lopsided smile on his lips. Hobie ghosts his thumb over your cheeks, the pattern from the knitted blanket leaves a mark on your skin. A sign that you've slept well, and in his arms no doubt. His forgotten comforter kicked to the foot of the bed.

He gets a whiff of your coconut shampoo, surely leaving its scent on his pillow.

He thinks about buying a proper toothbrush holder, so he could place his and yours together.

He really should invite you more.

Hobie's spidey senses wake him up from his daze– he clutches you closer to his body, carefully cradling your head. A wave from a moving boat rushes towards the houseboat, rocking it harshly. His busted alarm clock drops to the floor in a crash.

Hobie hisses as he sees you twitch. He curses whoever was in that boat.

"Ughh" you groan out, muffled against Hobie's chest. You grip his jumper tighter.

"Shit" his voice deeper than usual, you release his jumper and instead hug his torso. The waves get calmer, rocking you both softly.

"You alright?" He rubs your back just in case you feel sick.

You pop your head away from Hobie's chest, chin resting on his scratchy jumper, you tickle him a bit, but he won't tell you that of course. You open one eye to stare at him, yawning.

"Say that again?" You ask with a tilt of your head.

"Are you alright?" He hides his laugh by clearing his throat.

"Hmm" you grin "I like your morning voice"

He chuckles deeply, knowing what it does to you.

"Oh, you did that on purpose, you dork" you softly say.

"Yeah, bet it got you all hot and bothered for it too, huh" Hobie pokes your sides teasingly.

"Don't start" you swat away his hand, noticing his teasing mood this morning, you anticipate his tickling.

"You look pretty in the morning, you didn't wake up early and clean yourself up secretly, right?" He knows you didn't, sleep still sticking on your eyes, your hair looking disheveled.

"Nope, it's au naturel" you quip back. It earns a deep chuckle from Hobie.

He carefully rubs off the gunk from the corner of your eye, you sigh into his touch.

"You like my morning breath too?" He tries to blow air downwards but you're ready, you clasp your hand over his mouth, stopping his teasing.

You laugh victorious, that is until he licks your hand, recoiling your hand away, he laughs loudly.

"Hobie! That's it, I'm not making you breakfast"

"Alright, alright, I'll stop. For now" he grabs the back of your head pushing you back to his chest.

You move to the crooked of his neck instead, in case you're crushing him. You slyly wipe his drool from your hand on his jumper.

"I saw that" Hobie peeks downward.

"No, you didn't"

"This is vintage y'know"

"It's your own drool!" You laugh.

"Yeah! And you slobbered all over it while you used me as your personal pillow" he rubs the exposed skin on your waist, cupping the softness fondly.

"I don't slobber!" You grab his jaw downwards so you could look eye to eye.

"Tell that to my soaked jumper" he whispers, his eyes flickering down to your lips. Your heart skips a beat.

Knowing what he's gonna do next, you cover his lips over your hand, "let me brush my teeth first"

You push away from Hobie, your torso barely off the bed, he grabs you by the waist, pulling you back down. You gasp out.

"Nope" in one swift movement Hobie cups your cheek guiding you towards his lips, your lips crash against each other, you cringe when your forehead hits his a bit too loudly. Insecurity fills you when you remember that you still have morning breath.

He doesn't care though, instead he pokes your sides, making you gasp parting your lips, making him kiss you deeper.

You pull away breathlessly when you hear a rumbling noise underneath you.

"Ah, fuck" Hobie facepalms in embarrassment.

Hobie's stomach grumbles again, mocking him.

You grab his hand, peeking in "aww, my poor baby is hungry" you mockingly coo. "I'll make you breakfast, sunny side up right?" You push off him, finally noticing you're on the wrong side of the bed.

"Yes, please, love" he exhales out the embarrassment.

"How'd I end up on this side?" You point out.

"Huh, I probably dragged you with me"

You imagine what it might've looked like, you fluster. Even asleep he wants you near, you look at him adoringly, swiping away the sheen on his lips before leaving a kiss for good measure.

You leave for the bathroom, he stares at the door you entered in, a lovestruck expression on his face. Once he knows you're decent, he flips away the covers, following towards the sound of the faucet squeak open.

Hobie knocks, you hum while brushing your teeth. He opens the door, then leans against it, his arms relaxed on his sides, his sweatpants hang low on his hips.

He admires you bathe in white fluorescent light, his shirt on your form hanging loose on you. You looked out of place but at the same time fitting right in his tiny bathroom.

He thought you looked like you came out of an oil painting.

"You need to use the bathroom?" You ask as you place your toothbrush down.

"You should leave it"

"Leave what?"

"Your toothbrush, for next time" Hobie crosses his arms, a sudden shyness floods him.

"Of course" you smile, already getting what he's trying to say, "I was already planning on leaving it" you come forward, leaving a minty kiss on his cheek. "Your turn stinky" you pat his bum with a smack.

Hobie hears your laughter echo around the houseboat.

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After washing up, Hobie opens the bathroom door, the smell of eggs and his favourite tea covers his senses. He chuckles to himself.

He could get used to this.

Hobie enters his modest kitchen, you hum along to the music from the radio, the inside of his houseboat looks a bit different than before, there's more light shining inside, fresh air wafts through the open windows, it seems that there's more life in his home.

He moves towards you, hugging you from behind. You giggle at the contact. He looks over your shoulder, he watches as you expertly flip the pancake over.

"Hello to you too" you crane your neck to look at him "I opened the windows, it's too nice outside. Hope you don't mind"

"I don't mind, we need the fresh air" he snuggles deeper on the crook of your neck. "Where'd you get pancake mix? I know that I don't have any"

"Ah, I brought it with me" you side glance at him, gauging his reaction.

"So, you were planning on making breakfast for me, hmm?"

"I did bring it, but it doesn't mean I was planning on cooking it myself" you turn off the stove, he turns you around, crowding you in between him and the stove.

"So you're making me breakfast out of the goodness of heart then?" He holds onto your hips.

"Yes, you're making the next one by the way"

"You're a cheeky one, aren't you?" He leans towards you, his lips ghosting over yours, but before sealing the deal, he grabs his mug behind you. He sips from it loudly, making eye contact over the mug.

You roll your eyes, trying to hide your disappointment. "You're a menace" you give him a plate of eggs, sunny side up just like how he requested it. "Make yourself useful, and set the table"

Hobie sees his kitchen counter slash dining table, that's not gonna cut it out for you. He looks out of the window, the rare sun shining over the river, fluffy white clouds blanket the sky.

It's a beautiful morning, a shame to waste it.

He pushes the door open, leading to his 'porch'

"Where are you going?" You ask curiously.

"You'll see" Hobie peeks back inside, a smirk on his face.

You shake your head at his shenanigans, you wonder what he's planning.

The water looks calm, the cold morning air nips at his skin, his jumper barely protecting him from the cold. Hobie sees the metal table wet with morning dew, that won't do, so he grabs a nearby cloth to wipe it dry, he carefully puts down the plate of eggs and his tea, to wipe at the mismatched chairs.

Hobie wipes the wooden chair more thoroughly, since the metal one looks more worn down, he's concerned you might poke yourself on it.

He looks at his handiwork, there seems to be something missing, Hobie roams his eyes around the boat, his eyes stop at an empty beer bottle, he places it in the middle of the table acting as a centerpiece.

Then he perches himself near the edge of his boat to pick a single daisy from a neighbouring houseboat's flower pot; he's sure they wouldn't notice one missing. Hobie gingerly puts the small flower inside the bottle.

You open the door with your foot a little too loudly, you squint at the harsh sound. Hobie quickly moves to help you carry out the plates and mug.

"Thanks, Hobie," you grin, your smile gets wider when you see his little set up. The little daisy swaying in the air. "Oh, handsome" you gasp out.

You're finished, your eyes slightly glazing over.

Hobie chuckles at his new nickname, he moves the wooden chair for you to sit, hands on its back, like a gentleman.

" C'mon then, stop gawking, I'm starving" he stares at your dumbstruck face, the cold air leaving goosebumps on your arms.

You sit down, smiling, forgetting the cold air.

"Do you want me to grab a jacket?" He asks as he rubs your arms from behind.

You grab his wrist, you bracelet around it with your fingers, "no, stay, I'm okay" you sniff, revealing your lie.

"Nah, I'm not letting you freeze to death, let me grab it real quick, alright?" Hobie runs inside, eager to come back to you.

Oh, he's absolutely whipped for you, no doubt about it.

You revel in the sun shining on you, closing your eyes, you inhale sharply. Hobie sees you like this, his breath hitches in his throat. You must look heavenly, a slight breeze makes your eyelashes flutter. Opening your eyes, you notice eyes on you, you smile at him.

He's done for.

Waking up from his stupor, he wraps the dark hoodie on your head. A feeble attempt to hide the effect you have on him

"And here I thought you were being sweet on me" you tease him, knowing that he actually is soft for you.

"I've got a reputation, y'know" he sits down with a metal creak.

Hobie notices that you're sitting a little bit too far for his taste. "What are you doing there? C'mere" he grabs your chair, pulling it towards him, the wooden legs scraping against the metal of the boat.

You laugh, despite the harsh sound coming from the scraping.

"There, much better?" He leans on the arms of his chair.

You nod, a permanent smile on your face "much better" you kiss his cheek, your cold lips a contrast to his warm skin, it melts into his skin, etching in like a tattoo.

You intertwine your arm around his, speaking softly, as to not disturb your little peaceful bubble around the both of you, " y'know I thought you would be grumpier in the morning"

"Why's that?" He leans closer.

"I don't know, you seem like the type" you whisper against his lips, "you're a night owl, so I thought you would hate waking up this early"

"Only if I don't sleep well" heat rises in your cheeks at his implication, "Lucky for me I've got my very own koala latching on to me last night"

You raise your eyebrow "Really a koala, that's the best you can do, Hobart?"

"You always resort to calling me by my government name whenever you're flustered, koala works, lovey" he cups your jaw, his thumb brushes past your lips. You close your eyes, leaning in.

Before your lips could meet, you hear a gurgling sound.

You pull away, laughing loudly. Hobie lets out a small goddamnit.

"We should eat, before your stomach starts eating you from the inside" you say in between laughs.

"Yeah, yeah" he grumpily grabs his spoon.

You hide your smile behind your mug.

A/N: thanks for reading! Hope you liked it, as always likes and reblogs are appreciated ❤️❤️❤️

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white flag *ೃ༄

pairing *ೃ༄ uchiha madara x wife reader

cw *ೃ༄ reader is married to him + they have children together, angst (a bit), pining, mentions of blood.

fic type *ೃ༄ one-shot, part ii to 'le ciel'.

summary *ೃ༄ a continuation of the story of how your relationship with him came to be.

note *ೃ༄ my writing skills are rust (its been a while) but this is a christmas special since some of you requested a part two.

masterlist *ೃ༄

   “My dream.. Is for you to be at peace.”  

   The sun began to set, it bathed the two of you in its soft golden rays as it hid behind the mountains. The fluff of the clouds graced the skies as the wind swept around Madara and you, as if to wrap you up together. Madara always looked calmer when he was with you. 

   Then again, he supposed it was because he had always been comfortable with you, ever since the two of you were barely fledgelings in the forest. 

   “For me to be at peace?” Madara looked away from you and to the thriving village being built before him.. And you. His eyes searched for something but you weren’t quite sure what. 

   “You’re always fighting, even now that the village is being built — You’re still fighting.” you noted. He glanced at you, who were at his side. He remembered his last altercation with your brother, how you sat at his side ready to heal him once your brother called for it. You were always so considerate of him, it was a quality he used to deem a weakness back when he viewed your clan as his enemy. Now that the two of your clans stood on the same side.. He quite liked that about you. 

   “Is that so? What makes you say that?” Madara inquired, leaning back on his palms while he sat beside you on the cliff. Of course, he knew he had been dealing with a lot due to the Uchiha growing more distant from him despite him being their clan’s leader. He and his clan had different views and he wasn’t quite sure how to take it. 

   And as if to shed a light on the problems he kept to himself, you spoke again. “I’ve heard things among the Uchiha..”  

   He turned to you, his expression placid. Madara sighed, “So you know they do not trust me.” 

   “I know that you’re doing what you think is best for the clan..” Your voice was one of understanding. There was a softness to it that Madara wasn’t used to. He wasn’t a man of many words and he hated when people hesitated to say what they wanted. He was more accustomed to the yelling and the fighting — maybe that’s why he felt he was incompatible with the peace that had settled between the Uchiha and the Senju. “But the times are changing- Our people are changing. It's hard to adjust after centuries of fighting, but I know that you have the strength to adapt.” 

   He gazed up at you as you stood from your sitting position, you looked determined from the way your sights were set on the village below. Then, you looked down to him, who was still sitting down. “I won’t let your efforts go to waste. So.. you can’t let them either.” 

   “Are you asking me or is that an order?” He stood up and smirked, he spoke with a playful edge to his question. 

   You smiled up at him, “In my life, I have never asked for anything. Not once. So, I trust that you’ll take into consideration what I am asking of you.” His black eyes met yours and for the first time in years, you saw a glimmer of warmth in them. He scoffed and walked past you. Your eyes lingered on him as you watched him walk away, only to stop for a moment. 

   “..I’ll consider it.” 

—

   After that conversation on the cliffside with Madara, your brothers started the talk on politics. Hashirama wanted Madara to be named Hokage over the village, but with his image and his past, Tobirama was opposed to it.Things were busier than ever following the end of the war and it stressed you out, sure, but you weren’t going to let Tobirama run the Uchiha name through the mud, not when the both of your clans had made the decision to come together and be at peace. 

   “It’s not a wise decision to outright make him Hokage just because you want to, brother.” Tobirama sat on the table and looked over some documents. “The village people don’t trust him. I don’t trust him.” 

   Your arms were crossed. You weren’t pleased with the way Tobirama was talking about them — or him. You never were. ‘There’s always room for improvement. We can’t just assume he’s a danger based on the fact that you don’t trust him, brother.” You weren’t for nor against Madara becoming Konhagakure’s leader. If he had the leadership skills and was able to handle the job, you didn’t mind it one way or the other. 

   Tobirama sighed, “I’m just trying to say that it would be a better idea to let the people choose.” 

   Standing up, you decided that that was the best course of action. “It would, That way it’s fair to everyone. If that’s all, I’ll be taking my leave.” Hashirama nodded and bid you goodnight while Tobirama stayed behind with your older brother. Before you left, you turned to smile at them. “-and don’t stay here too late. If we’re trying to establish a government, we need to be well-rested.” 

   Hashirama chuckled, “We will. There’s no need to worry.” So with one last glance, you walked out of the office and headed out. 

   You looked around the streets and saw the dim light of shops being built still and a few campsites around the area. It was a work in progress, sure. But it was yours. It was Hashirama’s. It was Madara’s. For the future of the Uchiha, the Senju, the clans that had joined you and the other clans to come. As you walked around, you picked up the scent of freshly cut wood, water and.. Noodles? As you turned the corner, the smell of noodles and broth led you to a small restaurant where some of the other business began to open up. 

   The kana on the curtains read : ‘Ichiraku’ and you discerned that the aroma was coming from there. So without a moment's hesitation, you parted the curtains and looked around the quaint eatery. The cushioning on the stool was comfortable and the counters were clean — The businessman was clearly doing well for himself from the looks of it. 

   “Ah! Welcome, welcome! You’re ______ Senju- Hashirama’s sister, right? It’s an honor to see you!” said the young cook. You smiled at the warm welcome, it had dawned on you that people would probably regard you highly, especially since you had helped end the century-long war. 

   “Please, don’t mind me..!” You straightened up a bit, “The food here smells amazing, are you still open? I understand it’s quite late.” 

   The young cook waved you off, “Ah, Don’t mind that! Just for you, I have room for one more order, or two.” He chuckled a little and got to work on the noodles. “What would you like to order?” You looked up to the menu and saw various dishes that seemed way too good to eat. You couldn't decide for the life of you, so you told the young cook to give you the first dish he had ever made. 

   As you waited for your noodles to be served, you heard the ruffling of fabric. When you glanced back, you were surprised to see Madara standing there. He blinked. You blinked. 

   “What are-”

   “What are you-” ..

   “You first,” You chuckled. 

   He smiled a little while taking a seat next to you. “I heard your voice and well, It’s late so I was wondering what you were doing here.” 

   You nodded in understanding. You opened your mouth to respond but before you could, the young cook placed an appetizing bowl of noodles in front of you. “Here you go! Enjoy them and tell me what you think.” 

   “Will do.” You offered a smile before bringing the bowl closer and taking some chopsticks from the cup. “Anyway, I was just looking around the shops n’ found this place. The noodles smell good so I thought: ‘why not?’” 

   Madara rested his chin on his palm while he looked at you. You seemed so eager to have a bite and wondered for a moment what your expression would look like once you tasted the noodles. You raised your chopsticks and wasted no time in taking the first bite. Just as he expected, a bewildered expression graced your features not long after you took a bite. 

   You noted his gaze on you from the corner of your eye mid-bite. Thinking it weird for him to have his sights so ..set on you, you offered a bite to him. “Do you.. Want some?” 

   “Huh-? Oh, no it’s fine, i’m fine.” He stammered. 

   You smiled awkwardly, finding it humorous for a man like him to be stuttering. “You sure? You keep looking at my food…” 

   “I was looking at you.” he deadpanned. 

   “Oh?-” 

   “-cause you looked dumb.” He said, “Like a kid, getting happy over a mere bowl of noodles.. Stupid..” he muttered that last part under his breath. 

   You, knowing him like the back of your hand, saw his weak defense. There was clearly something more to the way he was looking at you, but you left it alone. You didn’t want to push him. 

   About an hour later, you were caught up talking the night away with Madara. You’d finished your bowl of noodles about thirty minutes ago, but just speaking and catching up with him after years of not knowing anything about him left you curious. The two of you laughed over the differences between clans, the awkwardness of residing next to one another and finally, the present and near future. 

   “And how are they reacting? Better I hope..?” 

   He reluctantly nodded, “Something like that. I think if I continue this overtime, I’ll gain their trust back.” 

   A warm smile found its way onto your lips upon hearing the news. “I think you will, all we need is time.” You looked up at the moon. It was smack dab in the middle of the sky, evidence that it was way past the time you usually slept at. But for some odd reason, you didn’t feel tired. Walking with him through the dirt roads was therapeutic for you in a way. “I wish my brother understood that..” you sighed. 

   “Hashirama?” 

   You shook your head, “The other one.” 

   Madara sighed heavily, “Ah, Tobirama.. I believe he hates me, he thinks I'm a threat, correct?” 

   You nodded, “Yeah.. To put it bluntly, I think he’s still caught up in the old ways.. Though I can’t blame him. But still.. I think you’d be a great Hokage, given the chance.” 

   “Hokage? Me?” Madara chuckled. “Is that what the three of you are trying to decide?” 

   “We need to establish our leader but I don’t want it to be the three of us deciding that. Tobirama thinks the people should choose — and frankly I agree with him.” You continued walking the dirt roads with him. Amidst these hectic days, the times when you got to see Madara or just speak with him were the times you cherished more. 

   Around him, you didn’t have to be a political leader or uphold public appearance. WIth him, you could just be. 

   As the two of you wandered around, white particles around the two of you began to fall. The beginnings of winter, it seemed. “Do you like the snow?” Madara asked you. His demeanor notably softened after your time spent at the restaurant. 

   “I do, actually. I never got to enjoy it much, though.” You reached out a hand to the snowing sky. It was the end of the month, soon it’d be the start of a new year. 

   “Why not?” 

   “Bloodstains.” you said simply. “There was always bloodstains.” 

   Madara didn’t respond. He just watched as you collected particles of snow on your hands, watching them melt due to the warmth you emitted. You always had a habit of leaving him speechless. “Not this year,” he said. He spoke with such certainty that you grew curious of his thoughts. Did he have faith in this village? Did he think it would work in the long-run? 

   “You sound so sure of yourself.” You spoke, with a slight smile as you watched the snow turn into tiny water droplets on your palm.  

   He turned to face you, you were compelled to gaze at him in the same way. 

   “If there’s one thing you’ve taught me, it’s to have.. Hope.” The word felt foreign on his tongue, but he couldn’t think of a better one. It was true, after all. Since the two of you were kids, you’d always had an inextinguishable hope. One that nobody, not even him in his most regrettable moments, could put out. 

   “I..” You didn’t know what to say to that. You were proud, of course, but .. It was odd to hear him so optimistic. “Really?” 

   He nodded, a smile gracing his lips as he looked down at you. “I used to think it was trivial, that it was just some flimsy thought to make yourself better.. I saw how the village only kept thriving, how more and more clans kept joining us and..” The warmth in his eyes was unlike you’d ever seen before. “I realized you and Hashirama were right. We were still able to achieve the peace between clans that we’d always dreamed of, thanks to the two of you.” 

   “And you.” you nudged him playfully. “You were the one who accepted Hashirama’s offer, so it’s thanks to you too.” 

   Madara never thought a smile could look as pretty as yours, it was something that remained unchanging. 

   Even after choosing to marry him years after the establishment of Konoha and even after giving him three children of his own — your smile remained the light in his life. Madara would never forget how happy you looked when you first got to enjoy the snow in the forest, or the countless dates at Ichiraku that you dragged him to simply because it was the first meal the two of you had eaten together. 

   Now, the two of you were older.. And parents at that. But that only made his love for you increase evermore. He never would have imagined himself to be your husband or the father that you made him, but he wouldn’t exchange it for anything else. You had made his dreams possible and he only hoped that he had made yours possible as well. 

   As he gazed down at your sleeping form on the day after his birthday, Christmas day, he could only smile and place a chaste kiss on your forehead. To his surprise, you smiled at his gesture, which only served to give you away. “Awake are we?” 

   You nodded and adjusted your position to lay your head in his lap. “I have been, for a while now actually. I was wondering when you were gonna notice.” Your voice had a playful lilt to it. He had grown accustomed to it by now. 

   He chuckled at your words. “Oh I noticed alright. I’ve been up longer than you have.” 

   You smiled playfully and sat up to look at him better. “Liar.” 

   “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

   You poked his cheek before getting up to head to the closet. Unbeknownst to your husband, you had made a little present for him and hid it in the closet so he wouldn’t find it. He lifted a brow when he watched you come back and offered a small box to him, wrapped in red gift-wrap and tied with a black ribbon. “What’s the occasion?” 

   Now it was your turn to laugh. “It’s Christmas, did you forget?” 

   “Oh.” He accepted your gift and looked at the carefully wrapped box. “No, I didn’t.” 

   “Alright well, open it!” You sat in front of him, eager to see his reaction. “It may not be the best, but I tried to make it myself instead of just buying it.” 

   “..?” He carefully lifted the top part of the box and was surprised to see a hair accessory- A handmade hair tie to be exact. “Did you make this yourself?” He lifted it up to inspect it. The tie was made up of red threads, it felt soft in his hand so he guessed silk. It had accents of black along the ends of it as well. 

   You nodded, “I did. I wanted it to be a little more special.” 

   Your thoughtfulness brought a smile to his face. “Do you want to tie it on for me?” With a nod, you made your way to his side and began braiding a bit of his spikey black hair. “A braid?”

   “Mhm, I like how they look on you.” 

   A familiar warmth set in his heart as you watched you carefully braid through his hair. Sometimes, he thought you loved his hair more than him but you always denied it saying that you loved his hair because of him (and that he’d better not cut it off ever because he’d be six feet under before he ever thought of doing such a thing.) 

   A comfortable silence had settled in between the two of you before Madara broke it. 

   “Has your dream come true?” 

   You weaved the strands of hair meticulously. “My dream? About the village?” 

   He shook his head a little, careful not to disturb your work. “The other one.” 

   It took you some time to find what dream he was talking about, until the memory flashed in your mind. “The one I told you about back on the cliff?” 

   Madara nodded, “Has it come true?” As you tied the braid together using the handmade hair tie you’d made for him, you reached out to cup his cheek.

    “Yeah. More than true, I’d wager.”

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[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

Suavium

Summary : After a nightmare, you come to Cloud for comfort. In other words, you both sweetly make out.

Pairing : Cloud Strife x Reader

Word Count : 1.015 words

Warnings : fluff, very brief mention of nightmare, kisses.

It was very late at night but you still decided to knock at Cloud’s room door.

You were a member of the Avalanche group and you had to admit that during missions you were more likely to have nightmares. You were stressed and you wanted to be useful in the team, you were putting way too much pressure on yourself and that often lead you to sleep awfully. The only thing on your mind during these moments, was to seek comfort towards the only person that you trusted since your childhood : Cloud.

Cloud was used to you knocking at his door, he already knew the reason why, as he opened his door to see your trembling figure. You held your favorite plushie in your right hand, that Cloud started to know all too well, and your face silently asked if you could sleep with him. Cloud always tried to keep his usual cold demeanor when he saw you like this but how could he refuse anything to you when he saw you silently pleading for comfort ? You were rubbing your eyes sleepily as Cloud gently took you by the arm to guide you to his bed, making you lay down and putting the covers back on you before joining you on the other side of the bed.

At first, when you would come to him in similar circumstances in the past, Cloud slept with his back facing you, in hopes that you wouldn’t notice how flustered he felt in your presence. But it was different now, Cloud no longer felt embarrassed as he faced you, his eyes softly looking into yours as a ray of moonlight shined through his curtains to highlight your now calming features. Hesitantly Cloud reached out to carefully let his thumb caress your cheekbones.

« Feel better ? »

You nodded at him as your eyes closed at the feeling of his comforting gesture, almost leaning into his touch, as Cloud’s gaze never left your face. His eyes dreamily admired every details of your face and body, how your furrowed brows slowly eased, the way your breathing became calmer, as a small smile, that only Cloud could notice, started to make its way on your lips and your fingers that silently reached to grab hold of Cloud’s clothes, making the both of you even closer. Cloud quietly chuckled at you as he murmured to himself.

« You know, I wonder why you keep on trying to sleep in your own room if my bed is that comfier »

You halfway opened your eyes to look at him with a smile.

« Is that an offer Cloud ? »

He looked the other way as he thought about it.

« More or so »

Every time the two of you were sharing a moment together, your bond would strengthen, the words exchanged would get nicer and the gestures more lovely. Cloud grew very fond of you, as did you with him, it was very much obvious to everyone.

As your gaze started to linger on his face, alternating between his eyes and his lips, the room faded into a comfortable silence, Cloud’s eyes mirroring yours.

You were the one to initiate something. Your body came closer to his, sharing his warmth as your left hand delicately rested on his cheeks, caressing his skin as your face was inches away from his. With the proximity, you shared the breath of one another and you looked back at Cloud’s eyes to see if he was okay with this. The answer was more than obvious as his gaze lingered on your own lips. His right hand placed itself on your jaw as his mouth found yours into a soft shy kiss that grew into more small kisses. Cloud didn’t find the will to stop kissing you nor did he wanted to. Your kisses were as shy as his as you just enjoyed the intimate moment you were sharing with him.

Cloud’s kisses became needier after a few minutes as his right hand hesitantly went to hold your waist as he squeezed it gently, making you let out a little gasp out of suprise. Cloud took advantage of it and curiously put his tongue into your mouth, the new sensation making Cloud softly moan into your mouth as he gripped your waist just a bit tighter. As Cloud’s breathing and yours became slightly heavier, you broke the kiss for a moment as lovely gazes were exchanged.

Your curious lips went to pressed sweet open mouthed kisses on the column of his throat, making Cloud sigh in appreciation before he took your face in his hands to make you look back at him. He desperately needed to feel your lips on his once again, like you held the answers to all his questions. His kisses were more intense and warm than before but still held the affection that he felt for you. The only sounds that could be heard in the room were your mouths almost making love to each other and the little gasps that slipped between kisses. After a moment the kisses exchanged started to get lighter, almost like a feather-like touch. Cloud’s hand gently caressed your jaw as he slowly covered your face in kisses, making your smile grow in affection. A kiss was placed on your forehead, between your brows, on your nose, cheeks, on the tip of your left ear and a last one on the corner of your lips.

You closed your eyes as sleep was starting to envelop your body in a soothing embrace, a content smile still lingering on your face as Cloud put a stray lock of hair behind your ear. He whispered to you with gentle eyes, as his nose playfully rubbed with yours before Cloud’s arms enveloped you protectively, like he was guarding his most vulnerable treasure.

« Sleep well »

That night you slept without any nightmares in your mind but you weren’t the only one that slept soundly, it was one of the first nights Cloud didn’t have nightmares as well, as his form didn’t let go of yours.

[yourfavpasifikacreator]

Another ^^

Clarisse x Fem Child of Aphrodite reader who is basically a copy of Clarisse but doesn't really like fighting. The Regina George of the camp (but calmer lol) She and Clarisse are partners in crime who are dating.

But she's like really really soft with clarisse, can't even bring herself to say no to her most of the time. Seeing her through rose tinted glasses

- Marshmellow :]

A/n: hii I loved this request sorry it took so long for me to do

Clarisse la rue x fem!reader

you and Clarisse were two of the most dangerous people to mess with in the camp like two partners in crime your mother gifted you rose-tinted glasses and you always thought your eye color was very ugly you had violet eyes.

you two were sitting on top of your bunk bed you had the top bunk bed decorated with a red rose color your mother's favorite color.

"y/n?." Clarisse said softly speaking to you moving her beautiful curly hair to the side.

"yeah?" you said softly smiling at her the ray of light coming into your cabin a shining in your face was like Cupid shot an arrow at Clarisse's heart.

"Why do you always wear those glasses?" she responded curiously

you sighed you really didn't know if she'd still like you if you told her the truth but her beautiful yet deadly look in her "Well, my mom gave these to me.." that wasn't fully true but then she put her hand on top of yours you felt like you could melt it was comforting knowing that she cared about you.

"look y/n I'm not going to judge you or look at you any way different," she said with such kindness in her heart you could feel it.

"what if I just showed you my eyes?" you said feeling some sort of confidence she looked at you smiling a just nodded "Okay, here" You slowly took off your glasses.

Clarisse just gasped a stroked your face near your eyes "Your eyes, must be a gift from the gods they are so beautiful, why do you keep them hidden away if there that pretty...?" she said so confused staring into your eyes her gaze is as soft a sweet like cotton candy.

"I never thought anyone would find me beautiful with eyes like this, well until I met you...?" your heart was filled with Clarisse's beautiful words.

"Don't worry, sweetheart whoever speaks like that to you I will make them pay" you giggled as she kissed your forehead "It's actually 'we' "

you said smiling as you held her hand softly

[catnipaddictt]

Anakin being soft?

thank you for the request! this is super short (darn writers block) but hopefully it captures your vision <3

Five more minutes

anakin x gn!reader

synopsis: mornings with anakin

wc: 0.3k

tw: nothing, just fluff

The first signs of morning were shining through the curtains as you slowly woke up. An arm not belonging to you pulls you tighter as your boyfriend speaks behind you “not yet.” A warm face pushes itself closer to your neck and you feel a content sigh. This time of morning was your favourite; there was nothing better than waking up to this. Anakin was basically a human hot-water-battle, meaning you were never cold, which was helpful in the brisk morning. And today was no different. You could practically see the heat radiating off him, not that you were complaining. 

Turning in his embrace you place your head against his chest, he moves to accommodate the new position. “You should probably get up” your grumble being muffled by his figure. “Probably” he replies softly, running his fingers through your hair, “but I would much rather prefer to stay here.” He pulls the covers up with his other arm, making sure you are comfortable. A light breeze flutters through the curtains, you must have forgotten to close one last night, and the early light bathes the two of you. Anakin effectively glows in the rays of sunlight, his curls falling around his face in a sort-of halo. 

He readjusts his arms around you before dipping his head to rest it against your own. Anakin was always gentle with you despite what he did as a jedi knight. His calmer side seemed to come out around you, he was more comfortable in your presence than anywhere else. The peaceful moment was ruined by the beeping of an alarm set on Anakin's holo, signalling that it was time to get ready for work. You move to untangle yourself from him, but are met with resistance and large hands pulling you back, “no, not yet” he speaks with a hint of authority, “just five more minutes?” you don’t protest, instead melting back into his embrace “okay”.

if you guys have more request feel free to send them in and I will add them to my list!

[call-me-cheese]

Yooooo always good to see new writers on here

Could you do some hurt/comfort with Charlie and Vaggie (specifically poly chaggie x reader, but if you don't do that, separate is fine), where the reader is in the fight at the hotel and saves Charlie from Adam (in place of Lucifer), but is seriously injured in the process and sort of lost in the chaos. Then, once the angels retreat and things are calmer, Charlie and Vaggie find reader beaten and bloody, practically on death's door, but hanging on as the two try their best to stabilize the reader

But the reader survives at the end because there needs to be a happy ending to it :(

Charlie x reader x Vaggie

A/n: I had rewatched the final episode for 4 times and I will go and cry about it. But I hope you will like it, here is 916 words(if you are interested in it).

Your spear struck Adam's face with a slashing motion, throwing it away from Charlie. You may not have been perfect with polearms, but the time you spent with the Vaggie definitely made sense, usually without incredible strength, you could easily throw an almost 2-meter man away from your girlfriend. The adrenaline in your blood does its job, completely numbing the pain of the wounds sustained in the battle with the exorcists and allowing you to focus your attention on Charlie's defense. Adam was thrown to the side of the impact, and you turned to Charlie, checking how she was.

"How are you, Charlie? I definitely should have hurried." You turned to her, giving her a hand so she could get up.

"Thank you!" said Charlie as she walked up to you, hugging you tightly, and you gave her a gentle pat on the back to make her loosen her grip.

Somewhere in the background, Adam rises and begins to curse both you and Charlie, and you turn to him, walking slowly towards him, leaving one of your girls behind.

"How dare you, wretched accomplice of heaven, touch our ray of sunshine Charlie?!" -- your spear changes its position with lightning speed, the thin shiny blade of angel steel is very close to his body, yes you are not in the best shape, yes you see that Vaggie also needs help, but compared to Charlie, at least she is an experienced fighter and knows about the tactics of angels, so you're probably better off staying close to Charlie.

"Who are you? How many of you are gathered here? Moreover, why do you care so much about her? Okay, devils, you're going to be a piece of cake, haha!" -- Adam stood up, shaking off his clothes and spreading his wings, ready to take off, while you, seeing this, decide that you need to attack before the moment of takeoff, because there he will have an incredible advantage.

You attacked quickly, but despite this, Adama deflected almost all the blows, your imperfect technique, although easy to guess, a few cuts appeared on his mask and clothes. Suddenly, you heard Charlie trying to shout something at you, and you let Adam take off. Charlie called you in case of Lute that tried to attack you from behind to distract you from Adam, but Charlie and Vaggie teamed up and protected you.

"Thank you, darlings," you quickly thanked them and turned your attention back to Adam.

At least you tried, as Adam had already unleashed his magic on you, literally cutting the entire hotel building in half. And if Charlie has Vaggie to catch and hold her, there was no one for you in particular. That is why it was you who fell into the crack between the buildings.

You were lucky, the beams fell above you, which very successfully saved you from other debris, the adrenaline in your blood stopped working, the pain from the injuries came flooding over you and seemed several times stronger than it really was, there was no strength left to move or at least some signal, so all you could do was lie down and hope. Charlie and Vaggie will definitely find you, it can't be otherwise. Occupied with such thoughts, your brain gradually shuts down.

The next thing you feel is a cool, slightly rough hand, you instantly recognize it as a Vaggie's hand that was touching your neck in search of a pulse. Your eyes open a little and are dazzlingly bright compared to the dark silence your brain was in during the faint, contrasting so strongly that it hurts your eyes. You squint, turning away, trying to shield yourself from the light and the sounds around you.

"Honey, she's awake," says Vaggie beside you, and Charlie's shadow instantly blocks out the light, bringing relaxation to your buzzing head. So you try to open your eyes and look around without still fully regaining consciousness. Charlie hugs you, touching several open wounds, which makes you groan in pain. You want to ask about the situation, about the situation with the angels, but as soon as your lips open, all your senses come back to you, you begin to feel dust and dryness in your mouth, the surface of the ground beneath you, destroyed and not at all pleasant, dried up your blood, mixed with angelic blood and other things that fell on you during the fight and, To be honest, you start to want to feel nothing again.

"Shut up," Charlie and the Vaggie tell you at the same time. They also lift you up and transport you to a more comfortable surface at the same time. It is quite pleasant and the lack of constant tension in your body allows you to faint once again.

The next time you wake up, your body is tightly wrapped in bandages and the sensation of pervasive dust that caused incredible sensory disgust is gone. You're in the shade, lying on something soft. There is no sensation of pain either, it looks like you have been fainting for a relatively long time.

"Veggie, Veggie, come here!" -- Charlie is nowhere to be seen, but you can recognize her voice everywhere. You can also hear Vaggie's voice, but you can't make out what she said, she probably answered Charlie.

They hug you, you're sure Charlie is crying because something wet has touched your cheek. You, too, are glad that at least these two dearest people are alive.

So as I already said I hope that you enjoyed it)

[jazjelspen]

the domestic life [pt.2]

(timeskip in the future/child and parent headcanons/idia backstory spoilers/mostly angst in idia's part)

ever wondered what your future child/children would be like with your favorite dorm leader?

(includes: kalim, vil, idia, and malleus)

Kalim: Two kids. It was immediately assumed that you and Kalim would have more than a dozen little ones running around the halls of your shared home but when Kalim matured and got wiser he instantly knew that he wanted a few kids, mostly because having been the oldest one of a huge amount of siblings in his family he knew how it can be frustrating for children in big families to try to be heard, not only that but he didn't wanna have his children only have a primary caretaker caring for them 24/7 that isn't him or you! He wanted to be as present as possible for every stage of his kids' lives and wanted to celebrate every one of their milestones with a huge parade!

Kalim as a father would be an attentive one, always there to meet his children in the morning and always there to bid them sweet dreams in the night time with you by his side. He's the kind of father that would teach his kids how to take care of the many peacocks, elephants, monkeys, and other animals their family owns as well as playing and teaching them all sorts of games most especially a childhood game that he learned with Jamil, called Mancala. Not only that but with his family's wealth he generally enjoys traveling to certain places with you and his two kids, so that they can get to know the world they live in, in a more personal way than just teaching them with average maps from the house library.

Your first child with Kalim is definitely a ray of sunshine! Literally a copy and paste of Kalim's personality since they are not only extroverted and usually hyped up but they as well are as generous and giving. Speaking of giving, this kiddo loves gifting gifts to friends and family. Whether it'd be a single pretty flower they found in the yard or a small yet somewhat heavy bag filled with authentic gold coins! They just love giving and they unsurprisingly learned this from Kalim himself. They have Kalim's bright red eyes, skin, eye shape, and even eyebrow shape! Meanwhile you gave them locks of your hair color and texture along with any other beauty marks(if you have any). They absolutely love the outdoors which includes physical games/sports and the many animals they try to take care from time to time. As a physical sort of kid they also love learning to dance with Kalim and Jamil to teach them by their side, eventually when they are older they'd probably be a very sharp and talented dancer if they so choose. Overall literally just an adorable ray of sunshine!

The second Al-Asim child is much calmer than their sibling but there is never a day where they don't have a smile on their face. They too love the animals their family owns and even spends more time with them than their sibling does. They also enjoy the smaller things happening around them like watching butterflies hatch from their cocoons, watching a baby bird learning how to fly, or heck just watching fireflies hover in the night sky. They have a particular interest for drawing said animals and insects too(much to uncle Jamil's dismay), from the animals they own, wild creatures going out and about, to even Jamil's pet parrot that they at times feel like they are having real conversations with! They have Kalim's hair color, hair texture, his red eyes, and his skin as well but they also have your nose, eyebrows, and any other beauty marks you may have.

In conclusion to Kalim's part you four are really just a happy family, there are basically few to none arguments happening in the home and if there ever is a disagreement it's usually ended pretty quickly with proper communication. Uncle Jamil is always there to keep them company if ever needed and they do enjoy their time with them too, having connected with them in a more emotional level than Jamil ever has with Kalim in their NRC years.

Vil: One kid. Vil has always thought of the possibility of children in his future during his years in NRC, most especially when you stumbled into his life. Thing was he knew he wanted to start a family when he knew for sure that he did what he wanted to do during his career and more, so it was a bit till you guys were finally gifted a child!

 In the end you two decided on just one child since even if Vil was now at a point where he was happy with his career he still knew he had work here and there and wanted to be as present as possible even though he knew that could still happen with more than one kid he didn't want to take any risks in accidentally neglecting one kid and not the other, in the end you agreed to it since you understood his worries and how demanding his job could be as a famous model/actor. Vil would definitely be a strict parent yet would always try to make sure not to be suffocating or somehow hurt his kid, but he really didn't want them to be failing in any classes or activities on his watch.

Your one child definitely has their father's beauty and grace. Gifted soft locks of blonde hair, sleeked eye shape and face shape from Vil as well as your eyebrow shape, nose, hair texture, and your eye color(even a beauty mark or two if you have any). They definitely were on the more shyer and quiet type, they at times had a hard time making friends but with both of your encouragements they were definitely open to trying their best in socializing. If grace was genetic then your kid certainly got it from their father, since wherever they walked they radiated a kind of glow that Vil himself had... I guess it's just in the Schoenheit blood. 

Then when alone they definitely shined in the arts department, whether it was painting, sculpting, pottery, drawing, dancing, singing, or even make-up and acting like their father, they knew you and Vil had their backs and upmost support. If it were in anything to do with make-up or acting(singing can be included) you can already see Vil slowly teaching his child the basics and more! You can see how Vil shines and smiles just being able to teach his child the true beauty of his craft.

Oh and I can't forget to mention that Vil would certainly be one of the most good-looking parents while picking up his kid from school when he has the opportunity to(he might as well be competing with Azul in the dilf department when picking up their own kids).

Idia: One kid. Definitely just one kid. It was a miracle you two were even able to agree mutually to conceive a child since Idia still has some internalized trauma from the accident with his younger brother, Ortho, as well as his family's blot curse that they will inherit. You understood his worry and you most likely would've come to terms with the fact that you both would've probably never get to have kids, but despite his fear of the same thing that happened to Ortho repeating... his love for you and his wish for having his own future children that he buried with the death of his brother were too strong to overcome now that he was older and wiser, and when it came to the curse he'd work twice as hard to find a cure to rid him and his child of this anomaly they both didn't ask for yet inherited.

 It was an understatement calling him a helicopter parent, as much as he wanted to follow your advice to let the kiddo breathe a bit by having Ortho take a break from following and hovering over your child while he was away at work or at home, he was already waist deep back into his trauma without even noticing. It would get to a point where you and Idia would at times have arguments about this and the breaking point would be when his own child snaps at him and expresses how they feel towards this constant supervision. The kid loves Ortho to death there is no doubt about it but they also just would want some space. In the end this situation would then get some positive progress by Idia by letting them have fun and grow without him or Ortho around, but he can at times get in a panic and slip up-- eventually asking Ortho to supervise from afar for him. He does try to make an effort tho! Just that he doesn't want to lose his only child so soon the way he lost his younger brother.

I want to quickly mention that because of what happened to Ortho Idia would never, and I truly mean never ever let his kid go anywhere close to the proximity of the 'Tartarus' facility. He will let them come to work with him at times but will never let them get too close to that part of the research building.

In the end Idia does indeed stop sending Ortho to look after the kid constantly and does try to calm down more, but hey... a parent will always worry.

You and Idia's only child will most definitely have his bright blue hair of fire that reacts the same way towards emotions the same way Idia's does. They will inherit your eye color, eye shape, nose, and beauty marks(if any) but will inherit Idia's other features such as pale skin(maybe not a white kind of pale, but somewhat of a pale shade), a sharp smile, gloomy exterior, and the genetic eyeshadow and lip color straight from the Shroud family. Their personality lies around the quietness of their father but will also have other more extroverted attributes of yours of any kind. An informative and smart kid that loves making friends and get into conversations with others that think like them. They share their father's interests in gaming and programming which Idia is always there to teach them what he knows with pride.

They also have a bit of a temper but they never stay upset for too long since eventually they know that when Idia is off of any work related things at the end of the week that you three will be able to have the biggest and ultimate game night!

 The other thing that I want to mention once more is that Idia has to worry about the curse he'd eventually pass onto his child. Having to do daily check ups to make sure the curse doesn't get out of hand and hurt them. He's especially consistent in this and as he's working at home or in the S.T.Y.X research buildings for a way to find a cure for this curse, all he can think about is his only child in mind.

Malleus: Four kids. C'mon.. what did you expect fellow reader, with Malleus around there is no way you wouldn't have more than two kids.

Malleus has generally always wanted a big family, not because of his job as now King of Briar Valley having to have a child or more to keep the royal line going but simply because he himself also has been a fan of the beauty that comes with the domestic life. He enjoys the small things like walking along a beautifully set nature path with you, taking you out on your daily romantic outings, gifting you many wagons of pure red roses after a tough day of you adapting to the royal life... but he's also overly enjoyed the more important and bigger things to this such as the birth of his four little dragons.

Malleus as a father is attentive yet has a kind of hands off approach, wanting to see how his children grow and each become their own person as they mature with his and your guidance. Despite this there are times when he is overprotective of where they head off to and how far it is since he still has the underlying tendency to want them nearby at all costs, but he has self-restraint and knows the value in them venturing off on their own at times. Even so, he knows that if he's ever in a hitch he can always rely on Lilia for advice as he's experienced in the caring of children.

First Draconia kid to mention off the bat straight up has Malleus's intimidating aura, their neutral face seems to always be in a scowl kind of expression, they have a natural cold and aloof demeanor, eyes shaped in a way that seems judgemental, horns, fangs, and ears from their father and to tie it all up they also have their father's piercing green eyes. So clearly it would be somewhat inevitable that they would be somewhat feared and avoided like how their father was back then, issue is that those who ran away would miss out on the most kindest and most gentle half fae child ever! This kid's personality is the complete opposite of what they look like and in all honesty is a complete extrovert, they also adapted some of your own habits and traits too. Some contributions you've given to your child is your hair color, hair texture, eyebrows, nose, beauty marks(if you have any), and face shape. They have small interests in nature and the arts and generally get along with a lot of the animals and local children that look past their first impressions of them in the kingdom.

Second Draconia kid looks like the spitting image of you, they inherited all of your strong and delicate features. Malleus likes to mention at times that they look like a mini you with the way their eyes are shaped and colored as yours, share the same nose and lip shape, inherited your smaller features such as beauty marks(if any) and eyebrows, even their hair color and texture is incredibly similar to yours! Only exceptions are the fangs, ears, and horns given by Malleus. They have interests in anything strategic and physical which leads them to spend a lot of time with their uncles Silver, Sebek, and Lilia(secretly calls Lilia 'grandpa' tho) since their way with the sword is impressive and advanced for their age. An expressive young one but can have an underlying temper if they don't reach their one high self-expectations. Nonetheless, you and Malleus are always there to keep them from pushing themselves way too hard.

Third little dragon is a balanced mixed of you and Malleus this time. They share eye shapes, eyebrows, hair color, and hair texture from Malleus but eye color, lip shape, face shape, and beauty marks(if any) from you. They only exception is the horns, ears, and fangs. They share common interests with Malleus such as liking gargoyales, exploring ruins, and playing a few small stringed instruments that Malleus has taught them. They have most of your personality traits and habits as well but otherwise they do get along with Malleus the most(don't worry your kid still loves you to death!). They are kind of quiet and reserved, often keeping to themselves and only intend on exploring said interests. Out of all four kids they are definitely the most average and "normal" out of everyone.

Last but not least, this kid is a spitting image of Malleus, the same way the second one is the spitting image of you! They share Malleus's horns, ears, fangs, eye color, hair color, hair texture, eyebrows, eye color, and lip shape as him, exception of the eye shape and any beauty marks(if any) from you. The more cheerful one of the Draconias aside from the first child, they also seem to be an indecisive kid as they jump from interests to interests. They do share some traits you have as well, and they seem much more softer than their father. This kid would definitely find and settle on an interest at some point though, which would definitely be in technology surprisingly enough. They wouldn't be all huddled up in their room all the time but they know how to use it way better than Malleus does in all his years of living. I'd also like to think that in the future this kiddo would be a kind of romantic person the older they get, seeing as how Malleus has treated you with the upmost respect and love as they grew up. Which is also likely for your other children too but mostly this particular one who I believe would also enjoy/believe in the fairytales that exist in the world of Twisted Wonderland.

[wizardofrozz]

Promise?

Hunter x fem!reader, Tech, Phee, and Omega

Word Count: ~4.8k

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, smut (this is basically just filth), slight exhibitionism, Tech being a menace

A/N: This fic has killed me in more ways than one but I’m excited to finally share it. The prompt "Don’t make promises you can’t keep. So beg.” came from @homie-one-kenobi and I want to thank her and @techs-feral-wife and @a-single-tulip again for all their help with this ❤️ 

You had come to know the many sides of Hunter over the years. You knew Sergeant CT-9901, the fierce and loyal soldier of the Republic. You knew Sergeant Hunter, the leader and brother his siblings needed to make it through battle after battle. You knew him as a mercenary, struggling with his place in a galaxy overrun with injustice. More recently, you got to know Hunter as a father, watching the way Omega’s presence started to heighten his affectionate side. But this new side of Hunter was doing something to you.

You truly hadn’t meant for things to escalate beyond innocent affection. But then a look lasted a little too long, your hand lingering on Hunter’s lower back when you brushed past him, standing just a little too close when you spoke. They had been unconscious movements, faint urges to be close to him or to just admire his profile in the warm sunlight until the tension was almost unbearable. There was something about being on Pabu that made it feel impossible to keep your focus and hands off of Hunter. 

He seemed calmer, shoulders looking less tense and his smile lingering for longer than normal. And now, standing at the kitchen sink after cleaning up dinner, you found yourself admiring him again. Hunter had his back to you, his hair moving with the breeze rolling off the ocean as he stared out at the dying rays stretching across lower Pabu. It had become a routine for him recently, leaning against the half-wall outside the small house just as the sun started to dip below the horizon.

It may not have been as apparent to anyone else, but you could see that there was a tightness about his shoulders, something you recognized as a sign that something was bothering him. You moved toward the doorway, pondering if you should interrupt him when the sound of hurried footsteps stopped you short. You glanced down just as Omega appeared beside you, a bright smile on her face and you weren’t sure if you were going to like whatever was going to come out of her mouth. 

“I’m gonna go night fishing with Wrecker, okay?” That wasn’t what you were expecting but it was better than her coming to tell you Wrecker had knocked a light fixture off the low ceiling…again. 

“Fine by me, kiddo,” you replied with a smile. Despite still having his back to the dwelling, you knew Hunter had heard her and when he didn’t move to object, you winked at the young clone. “Catch me something big.” 

“Okay!” Omega cheered, barely finishing the word before she took off in the direction of the docks. You watched her with a soft smile, silently thanking Wrecker and Phee for giving you a few precious hours of privacy with Hunter.

“I hope you have your comm!” Hunter called, turning his head in Omega’s direction. She was too far for you to hear her response but you assumed the answer was yes when Hunter stayed quiet. As the last wisps of light disappeared, Hunter turned to face you, the gentle breeze tussling his hair and blowing a few strands into his eyes as he closed the short distance.

“You okay?” you asked softly, lightly trailing your hand down the curve of his bicep. Hunter made a soft rumbling sound in response as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and tucked his face against your neck. The soft gesture had you melting, your arms wrapping around his narrow waist; you went still when his chest expanded with a long, deep breath.

“You sweat more here,” he noted, his voice muffled against your skin. Your lashes fluttered, your brain scrambling to understand where the conversation was going while simultaneously trying not to get offended by the comment.

“Well, yeah, it’s a tropical island, Hunter,” you huffed, brows pinching together in confusion. You pulled away from him, expecting to meet his eyes only to realize he wasn’t looking at your face. The intensity of his stare had you taking stock of your body, realizing a second too late that you could feel a bead of sweat rolling down the side of your neck. It was nearly impossible to differentiate between his pupils and his irises as they followed the curve of your neck. 

Hunter closed the gap again, hugging you close as the tip of his nose came to rest just under your ear. Your mouth dropped open at the slow drag of his tongue across your skin, retracing the path your sweat had just taken. 

“Did I say it was a bad thing?” he breathed, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. The air left your lungs in a quiet wheeze, every nerve ending suddenly hyper-aware of Hunter pressed up against you. You gasped, stumbling over your feet when he started walking you backward into the blessedly empty house. “Wanted to get my attention today, huh?”

“Maybe,” you giggled, curling your fingers around his belt.

“Must’ve thought you were cute with all that teasing today too,” he huffed, trailing kisses down the length of your neck.  

“I wasn’t teasing,” you argued, knowing damn well what those leading touches did to him. “I just like being close to you.” The faint graze of teeth against your jaw made you shiver, your grip on his belt tightening.

“Don’t play coy, sweetheart,” he chided lightly, his lips barely brushing against the side of your neck. You jumped slightly when your tailbone bumped into the edge of the dining room table, Hunter crowding you against the cool stone slab. His arms fell away from your shoulders, dropping down to curl around your waist as he pressed his face against your neck again, breathing deeply.  

“Won’t happen again,” you sighed, doing your best to calm your racing heart, “I promise.”

“Mm don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Hunter hummed, kissing his way across your exposed shoulder. “Clearly you wanted something from me.”

“Well, I always want you,” you replied, letting your head roll back as he left a mark at the base of your neck. A soft moan slipped out when you rolled your hips, searching for any kind of friction.

“Tell me exactly what you want, mesh’la,” Hunter encouraged, pressing the outline of his cock into your hip.

“Easy,” you chuckled a little breathlessly, “your cock.”

“Well, if you want it, really want it…beg for it.” His voice raised goosebumps across your skin, the husky edge making your cheeks burn. Begging wasn’t a new request for you or him, but you had been wound so tight all day, aching for the tiniest bit of his attention. Now that you had it…you weren’t sure how long you could play this game. 

Hunter kissed up your neck and across your cheek, only to pause at the corner of your mouth, one of his hands moving to cup the back of your head. He kissed you with an urgency that made his earlier threat lose some of its weight and you almost giggled. Hunter put on a good show, years of learning to manage his senses would do that, but you could still tell he was struggling. The faint tremor in his hands, the harshness of his breathing, and the subtle movement of his hips gave away just how tightly wound you had managed to get him.

So of course, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to try and sway him, carefully moving one hand to his belt buckle. A strong, warm hand clamped down around your wrist, stopping you just short of your goal, your frustrated whine morphing into a gasp when he nipped at your bottom lip. 

“You know the rules,” Hunter warned, bumping his nose against yours but pulling away when you tried to capture his lips again. You stifled an exasperated sigh and let your head drop, resting your forehead against his chin as you tried to catch your breath. Now that Hunter wasn’t consuming every one of your senses, you were keenly aware of the hard line of his cock pressing into your leg. You were almost mad at yourself for not exploiting his weakness for your mouth. 

“I do,” you agreed, managing to coax him into one more languid kiss. Hunter sputtered when you suddenly broke the kiss, but it quickly morphed into a huff of surprised laughter when you sank to your knees. You didn’t give him the chance to argue, expertly unclipping the straps around his thighs before reaching for his belt buckle. Movement above your head had you looking up to find Hunter’s eyes locked onto your face, pupils wide and endless as he tossed his vambrace onto the table behind you. 

The belt dropped to the floor with a thud, and there was a moment where you were almost disappointed that you wouldn’t get to undress him yourself. The soft gasp he let out when you finally got his pants undone somewhat made up for it. You pushed his pants off, waiting until he kicked them aside before sitting forward on your knees, your mouth watering as you let your tongue loll out, putting on a show. The response was immediate and exactly what you wanted. Hunter’s jaw went slack, a harsh exhale whistling past his lips as he gripped the base of his cock, and your eyes caught the metallic twinkle of his piercing just under the head before he was sliding it through the saliva pooling on your tongue. The groan that tore from his chest was straight out of a wet dream, sending a chill down your spine. You may have been the one on your knees, but Hunter was putty in your hands.

“You–you did this on purpose,” Hunter rumbled in between pants. His breath hitched when you pulled your tongue back, closing your lips around him. You hummed in response, startling a sharp cry from Hunter, his hand shooting up to grip your hair, gently coaxing you to take more of him. You looked up the length of his body, finding his head thrown back, and admired the taunt lines of his throat that flexed when he swallowed. 

As if he could feel your gaze, his head dropped down, chin almost resting against his heaving chest. You paused when he threatened to hit the back of your throat, forcing yourself not to gag as you stared up at him with half-lidded eyes. He was the embodiment of sin like this: the muscles of his abdomen clenched and unclenched sporadically, his inked chest jumping with stunted breaths, and the dim light threw shadows over the tattooed side of his face, making his features look sharper. Staring down at you like this, Hunter looked dangerous, almost predatory. 

You breathed deeply through your nose before lazily starting to bob your head, pausing long enough to gently run your tongue over the piercing on the underside of his cock before sinking back down. Hunter’s quiet groans quickly escalated into whimpers, each rough, unhindered sound made your clit throb, begging for even the slightest bit of friction.

The hand fisted in your hair loosened and you slowed your pace, eyes following his hand as it came down to cup your jaw. Your exhale rushed through your nose when his thumb traced your lower lip, spreading the spit leaking from the corner of your lips down your chin. The look in his eyes was addicting, the genuine wonderment mingling with adoration almost made you falter. You suddenly wanted nothing more than to watch him come undone like this, spilling down your throat as his face twisted with pleasure.

Hunter’s half-lidded eyes were still trained on you, although he didn’t seem to notice your hand moving. His thighs tensed when you gently cupped his balls, but you didn't stop there. You very lightly press on the skin just behind them, causing his mouth to drop open, letting out an involuntary whine.

“St - stop,” he keened, a high, sharp sound you weren’t aware he could even make. You froze, blinking a few times as he panted, jerking his hips back until he slid out of your mouth. There was a moment of silence, Hunter struggling to catch his breath, leaving you to watch the way his cock throbbed in his hand.

“Why’d you stop?” you prodded, your voice sounding rougher than usual. A smirk lifted the corner of your lips, knowing that he was seconds away from spilling down your throat, something he usually indulged in.

“Why do you think?” Hunter grunted, sucking in a deep breath as he pushed his bandana higher, keeping his hair out of his face. Once his impending orgasm had seemed to recede, his hand started to move in slow, smooth strokes; it was pretty fucking close to torture for you and he knew it. You tried to lean closer, parting your lips in hopes of enticing him enough that he’d play nice; his free hand snagged your jaw, keeping you just out of reach. 

“Hunter,” you whined, looking through your lashes. It was clear that his restraint was slipping, given away only by the way he chewed on the inside of his cheek. It felt like lava had replaced your blood, pumping a dizzying heat through your veins, your clit aching for any kind of attention, although you knew how this game went. Your plan wasn’t working in your favor, at all, but you were too invested now, no matter how borderline painful it was. 

You gently pushed against his hold on your face, an excited shiver racking your body when his grip gave a tiny bit. That dark, searing stare you had seen a thousand times cut through you, almost making you back out but you had started this. Hunter arched a brow when your tongue poked out again, his expression growing more intrigued, allowing you to move closer. Finding that little piece of metal was muscle memory at this point, the tip of your tongue flicking over the bar under his skin. Hunter choked on a gasp, his hips jerking forward in a desperate, unconscious movement that pressed the bar into your tongue. 

You traced the shape, looking through your lashes to watch the dark ink covering his chest shift with each ragged breath. A hand suddenly gripped your hair and you caught the warning in his dark gaze. He partly lifted, partly guided you to your feet, immediately pressing you into the edge of the table. There was a pause, his parted lips hovering just out of reach, a wild look in his eyes. 

He held your gaze, daring you to look away as his hands slid under the hem of your shirt, pushing the fabric higher until it bunched up around the band of your bra. You automatically lifted your arms, shivering when he hooked his thumbs under the band, and slowly pulled the two pieces of fabric up over your head, carelessly tossing them aside. A shiver shook your shoulders, sending you shuffling closer to him, hoping to steal some of his warmth, bringing a half-smile to his face. 

“Gorgeous,” Hunter breathed, one of his hands cupping your breast. He caught your lips again before lightly tweaking your nipple, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth when your jaw dropped open. Each movement was precise as you slowly came unraveled, pushing you toward what he wanted in the first place. 

Your body acted on instinct, your stance widening when Hunter pressed closer. The position was all wrong but you were too caught up in the feel of his hands on your skin to notice. Your hands came to rest on his chest, your nails sinking into muscle when he slid his cock between your thighs. The slow drag against your folds forced a slightly frustrated groan past your lips and your hips subconsciously matched his rhythm. He coated himself in your arousal, his breathing getting heavier with each lazy thrust until the need to have him inside you was almost maddening.  

“Hunter,” you whispered against his lips. But you already knew the pleading tone in your voice wouldn’t be enough. “Please.”

“Please what, sweetheart?” he pressed, tracing the shape of your nipple at an infuriatingly slow pace. 

“Quit being an ass,” you whined, bumping your forehead against his. 

“Should’ve thought about that earlier,” he said with a faint shrug, moving away from your mouth to kiss along your jaw. He hesitated near your ear, sliding his free hand up your side to gently knead your other breast, humming when you pressed into his touch. “Come on, sweetie. Give me what I want and I’ll bend you over this table and fuck you like I know you’re aching for.” 

“Fuck,” you hissed, accepting that it was time to swallow the tiny bit of pride you were hanging onto. Hunter’s touch was feather-like as he trailed his fingers down your stomach, the anticipation making you dizzy. Your entire body tense when he pressed the pad of his thumb directly onto your clit, just holding it there and you waited for the starburst of pleasure only for nothing to happen. The pressure wasn’t enough, acting solely as a reminder of what he wanted from you and you almost wanted to cry in frustration. You arched into his hand, attempting to grind against him one last time before giving in. “Please, Hunter. I want to forget everything that isn’t your name. I want to sit down tomorrow at breakfast and remember the way you felt inside me.”

He groaned against the curve of your neck, the feather-like graze of his teeth acting as just a taste of what was to come. “Oh, you filthy thing,” he breathed, tracing your jugular with the tip of his nose, “bend over for me. Let me see how bad you want it.” 

You were clumsy in your desperation, your arms hitting the tabletop a little harder than you had intended. You expected to feel Hunter at your back, strong hands gripping your hips, but there was nothing but cool, evening air. After a few more seconds, you looked over your shoulder but he wasn’t looking at your face. His attention was fixated on your glistening pussy, dark eyes watching it desperately clench as he lazily stroked himself. Seeing him pleasuring himself at the sight of you made the trembling you had kept under control become known. 

“Hunter,” you whined, pressing your chest closer to the table, and pushing your ass out. 

“You look good like this,” he mused, the corner of his mouth twitching with a smug smirk. There was a charged silence that followed as you tried not to fidget under his heavy gaze. Just as you were about to turn your head, the sound of him spitting made you freeze, your lashes fluttering until you heard the sound of his spit-slicked hand returning to its previous slow pace. 

“Yeah, well I’d look a lot better with your cock inside me,” you bit back, the bone-deep need to feel him making your teeth grind in frustration. You met his eyes over your shoulder, batting your lashes and it seemed to work when his jaw flexed. Hunter held your gaze as he closed in on you, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in your scent. 

“Can’t say I disagree, cyare,” he rumbled, his hand following the curve of your spine. The grip on the back of your neck made you freeze, not even daring to breathe too deeply as he leaned over you, the length of his cock sliding against your soaked folds. Your mouth fell open in a soundless cry when the blunt tip pushed in and Hunter paused, a stunted gasp rushing past his lips when you tensed. The next movement had your breath catching, the brush of metal making your knees weak.

“Every time,” Hunter chuckled breathlessly, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. He didn’t speed up, splitting you open at an agonizing pace and all you could do was take it. A shaky breath puffed against your shoulder when his hips met your ass, his teeth grazing your shoulder. Your eyes rolled back when the rigid metal of his piercing kissed your g-spot and you trembled under his weight. Using the grip on the back of your neck, he pulled you off the table, making you suddenly aware of how soothing the stone had been on your sweltering skin. 

He wrapped one arm around your waist, pressing himself even deeper, forcing a sound out of you that was somewhere between a gasp and moan while his other arm curled around your chest. You dropped your head against his shoulder, enticing him to cup one of your breasts. A stillness settled around you, leaving you with no option but to just stand there, stuffed and shivering with anticipation. Your inhale synced with his, the only warning you had before Hunter started to roughly grind against your ass. 

You moaned softly, turning your face toward him, panting against his cheek, and forcing your eyes open when his thrusts slowed considerably. It took a few seconds for your eyes to focus, your lashes fluttered when you noticed that his attention was fixed on something across the room. 

“What’s wrong?” you whispered, doing your best to ignore the head-spinning girth of his cock filling you. 

“Look,” he breathed, coming to a stop seated inside you. It took more effort than you wanted to admit to lift your head, letting it roll lazily as you searched for whatever had his attention. It took a few seconds of searching the room before your eyes landed on the window looking out over Pabu. The reflection was dark, barely more than an outline, but you were suddenly just as transfixed as Hunter. You could see the outline of his broad shoulders, the way he wrapped himself around you, his silhouetted face hovering beside yours.

“Mm, we look good,” you purred, grinding back against him as you reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair. You watched his eyes slam shut, his brows pinching together with a soft moan. You looked past your reflection at the twinkle of lights, a thought hitting you. “I wonder if anyone can see us?” Hunter’s head dropped slightly as he throbbed inside you, sending a chill racing across your skin. Of course he liked that idea. 

“I want you to watch too,” Hunter ordered softly, jerking his hip and punching a choked-off moan out of you. “I want you to watch yourself cum on my cock.” Your playful undertone fizzled out, his command rumbling against your back. And who were you to disobey an order like that? 

“Yes, sir,” you breathed, keeping your eyes glued to your shared reflection. Hunter growled against your ear, jerking his hips forward until the barbell on the underside of his cock pressed deliciously into your g-spot. 

“Cheeky today,” he mused, holding himself perfectly still for a moment before pulling out to just the tip. “Keep your eyes on the window, sweetheart.” He didn’t give you a chance to respond, starting a measured pace that had you seeing stars with every thrust. Keeping your eyes open took every ounce of brainpower you could spare as your quiet gasps turned into pathetic mewls. You watched Hunter’s lips pull back in a snarl before his head dropped onto your shoulder, muffling his groans. 

“Talk–talk to me, cyare,” he panted, readjusting his grip on your breast to tweak your nipple. 

“Fuck,” you gasped when he pulled your hips away from the table, hitting that devastating spot with expert precision. You scrambled for something to hold onto, your nails digging into the back of the hand wrapped around your waist. Gritting your teeth, you desperately tried to piece together a sentence, anything to express your desires. “I-I want you to cum so hard I can feel you pulsing inside me.” The hand you had tangled in his curls closed, tugging hard enough to startle a whine from the back of his throat. 

“Keep - fuck - keep going,” Hunter rasped, his thrust growing harsher. You tried to catch your breath, forcing your eyes to focus on the faint outline of your bodies. Each snap of his hips made your breasts bounce and you released Hunter’s hair, moving to cover his hand that was still cupping one of them. 

“I-I love…I love your strong hands all over me,” you breathed, squeezing his hand to tighten his grip. You were searching for any bit of stimulation to tip the scales but even the brush of his calloused hands against your sensitive nipple wasn’t enough. You teetered on the edge, doing your best to meet his thrusts, trying to arrange your hazy thoughts when Hunter finally took pity on you. 

“Touch yourself,” he ordered, pressing down on your stomach, “I know you need it.” Blood rushed in your ears, the added pressure on your stomach intensifying the inferno already growing there. You somehow managed to find your target, your back arching when you started frantically circling your clit, chasing the pleasure making the edges of your vision fuzzy. 

“Ah–fuck,” Hunter whimpered, his thrusts faltering as your walls fluttered as the pleasure peaked. “So–so close, please–please cum for me.” The barely concealed desperation in his voice is what sent you hurtling over the edge, your entire body locking up as you sobbed his name. You almost didn’t register his orgasm through the blinding pleasure until the sharp sensation of teeth clamping down on your shoulder snapped you back into your body, another wave of pleasure washing over you. 

It all bled together, white-hot and all-consuming ecstasy as a few tears slipped out from the corners of your eyes. You sagged forward, pulling Hunter down with you until your flushed skin met the welcome relief of the cool tabletop. Hunter managed to catch himself on one arm so he didn’t crush you, his forehead coming to rest against your sweaty shoulder blade. The thought of just melting to the floor occurred to you but his extra weight kept you pinned in place as your legs trembled with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You turned your head enough to bump your temples against his chin in an affectionate little headbutt that earned you a soft, broken laugh. 

Just as you started to regain some semblance of higher motor function, the shrill beeping of Hunter’s com cut through the peaceful silence. You and Hunter snapped to attention, finding his discarded vambrace a few inches away. When he didn’t make a move to grab it you stretched across the table, gasping when his soft cock shifted inside your sensitive cunt. You ignored the exasperated look he sent you, holding the armor in front of his face. He shot you one more unimpressed look before tapping the button, resting more of his weight on you. 

“Huh?” he grunted, clearly expecting one of his brothers. 

“Ah, I take it you’re finished with your procreational activities.” You blinked down at the flashing device, a little surprised to hear Tech’s voice; it took a few seconds for you to register what he had said.

“Tech,” you started, hoping you didn’t sound as nervous as you felt, “how did you know that’s, uh, what we were doing.”

“Well, if you had bothered to look out the window, you would have no need to ask,” Tech stated matter-of-factly. Your stomach dropped and you stiffened at the same time Hunter did; he shifted a bit, covering more of your body with his. 

“Get away from the window, Tech,” Hunter all but growled.

“Apologies. The concept that someone could be watching you appeared not to bother you mere minutes ago,” Tech countered, an unusually mischievous tone to his voice that you wouldn’t have noticed if you didn’t know him as well as you did. 

“Tech,” Hunter warned in that special tone he saved just for his little brother. 

“Come on, brown eyes, let them get decent,” was muffled through the com but you recognized Phee’s voice immediately. When she spoke again she sounded closer which you hoped meant she had pulled Tech away. “Oh and don’t worry, we just got here.”

“Wonderful,” you huffed, dropping your head onto the table.

“Goodbye,” Hunter snapped, disconnecting the call with a bit more force than necessary. The silence that followed was tense, Hunter still rigid behind you as you blinked at the lifeless comlink. 

You felt the soft vibration of his laugh against your back first, the sensation growing as the seconds passed until Hunter hid his face against your shoulder. Feeling his amusement only made it harder to contain your own until you both broke. Your combined laughter was breathless and giddy and you leaned into it, savoring the rare moment of unadulterated joy with the man you had grown to love. 

Even if it came about because Tech was an absolute bastard.

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[nervous-trash]

oooh oponion tim (pre crash by Odeshx on ig, other by daisuke_tazuna on tiktok, edited slightly yo be post crash-)

PRE! LINA:

Jimmy - He's okay. Gives me the heebie jeebies. Just, uh, don't tell him that.

Curly - The captain! A bit dense, but very nice to me.

Anya - The nurse. I don't know her that well, but she's very sweet. I wish she'd be a bit calmer, though...

Daisuke - My old friend! Yes, it's been years since I've seen him. I wonder if he remembers me..

Swansea - A grump, but I can tell he has a soft side hidden under there!

PRE! CANON:

Jimmy - Finally, someone who knows about respect.

Curly - She's, er, nice! I'm sure I can get through to her eventually!

Anya - I... I truly don't know her well. She's very deadpan.

Daisuke - Lina! We used to go to the same high-school! I wonder if she remembers me.

Swansea - Just another kid in over her head.

POST! LINA:

Jimmy - FuckinG KILL YOURSEL—

Curly - Like a father to me. Can't tell if it's because they're both essentially corpses or if it's because I'm crazy.

Anya - She works too hard. I'm worried about her. She won't let me take over for her. Please.

Daisuke - Still a ray of sunshine. Even if he tends to blind himself.

Swansea - Still a grouch, but I get it. He's sweet, trust me. Though, I wish he'd stop drinking the damn mouthwash.

Jimmy - My intern. The sole person who listens. I don't know why she avoids me. I'm helping.

Curly - ... (God, I hope she knows better than me.)

Anya - A good kid. I'm just... worried.

Daisuke - I'm glad we've reconnected! I wish it was under better circumstances...

Swansea - Well, she's not entirely useless. I don't like how Jimmy acts with her though.

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[redheadspark]

Hello! May I have Oliver Wood with #16, please?

A/N - This is cute for Oliver! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Sight

Summary - Sunsets are the only thing to take Oliver's breath away

Warnings - Just fluff :)

“Wood?  Wood?  Where’va gone?”

You stood at the front of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team Locker Rooms, seeing that it was deserted with no signs of your boyfriend.  His duffle bag was still on the bench, slightly opened to show his change of clothes, school robes, and spare towel he would use to shower.  It made you hum in confusion as you looked out of the Locker Room, and down the grassy path leading to the stadium.  You knew the practice was over about a half hour ago, the rest of the team showed up to the Common Room where you were and mentioned Oliver wanted to stay behind for a moment or two. You two were meant to grab dinner together, and thinking he would miss out on dinner himself, you decided to go find him yourself.  

Walking out of the Locker Room and seeing the last rays of the sun coming through some of the rafter beams, you saw the opening that led onto the grassy ground of the stadium.  The grass was finely trimmed, the white lines enchanted and never worn down even after an insane game.  The cool air that was bringing in winter hit you full-on as you blinked a few times to adjust your vision to the sun.  Seeing the rafters and stands high above you almost gave a sense of feeling like an ant, and at first you didn’t see anything around you while you were still on the ground.  

But then you looked to the right, seeing none other than Oliver perched on his broom, hovering about 100 feet in the air and watching the sunset to the West.  The sun was inching down to almost be behind the hillside behind Hogsmeade, illuminating the sky in tints of orange and pink.  His face was orange from the sunset, but he looked rather content and calm.  His arms were crossed in front of him, sitting perfectly on his broom.  His feet dangled on either side, his quidditch sweater snug against his chest, and his hair that was growing out slightly moved with his hovering as you grinned.

“You plan on staying up there and missing dinner?” You called up, seeing him smile and look down at you as you gestured to the castle behind you both, “I heard it’s really good tonight, according to Jones in Hufflepuff house since they’re next to the kitchens,”

“I wanted to see that sunset before it goes down,” He replied, then tilted his broom down to lower himself to your level.  You watched in amusement as he was now eye to eye with you, the tint of the sunset on his face made him even more handsome to stare at as he held out his hand in front of you, “Wanna see it with me?”

You laced his hand, then kicked your leg over the broom to sit behind on as your arms went around him.  Within a few seconds, he pushed off his foot and you both were going back up again. You were used to flying with Oliver, not that you were a quidditch player yourself.  But Oliver took you flying for the first time on your first date, one Saturday in the spring when you mentioned that you were not a flyer. He changed that after your date, you loved the feeling and almost loved the sensation of flying with your arms around Oliver.  It was the most beautiful feeling that you would ever experience and you could never forget it.

Oliver had you both up 100 feet in the air, and you were finally seeing what he was watching with an open mouth of aw.  The hills behind Hogsmeade were tinted in the orange and pink that was slowly getting darker and calmer by the minute, the rays were shot out into the sky almost like a homing beacon, and the soft yet chilling breeze floated through like a feather.  You were shocked and your breath was stolen from the sight, making you lean into Oliver a bit more as your front was to his backside, your chin over his shoulder as you both looked at the last bits of the day float behind the hills.

“Wow,” you breathed, Oliver grinning from ear to ear as you blinked slowly, “I get it now, why you'd stay on your broom a pinch longer,”

Oliver snorted as he laced your joined hands along his stomach while you poked his side playfully, “What? Is it not true?  Look at this in front of us, Oli.  You’re lucky you can see a view like this all the time,”

“Nah, I’ve seen a better view and sight,” he explained, you giving him a unamused glare as he looked over his shoulder at you.

“And what would beat this view, him?” You asked, jutting your chin out with a smirk on your face. But Oliver’s smile was still sincere as he gestured to you with a singular nod.

“I’m lookin’ at it,” he replied, making you smile widely at him and lose your breath.  Sometimes Oliver would surprise you with his love for you, he would show it in the most unexpected ways and at the most unexpected times. Since you two got together as a couple, Oliver loved showing his affection for you, but not the way you thought he would.  Not like any other couple around Hogwarts.  

Oliver was a bit sneakier in his affections and affirmation for you: nudging your shoulder with his when you sat side by side in class, lacing your fingers together slightly while walking together between classes, wrapping an arm around you when you shared the couch and working on homework, gathering wildflowers outside the stadium to give you because they were pretty for him to take. 

 He knew how you cheer you up when you were down, how to hold you when you needed a good cry, and tell a horrendous and awful joke just to make you laugh.  But most of all, he knew how to fill that void you had in your heart that you never thought would fill up again. 

You leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, Oliver nudging your nose with his own in return as you both felt the last bit of the sun rays disappear.  

The End

[raekensluver]

whispers in the wind

description: you take a walk outside one day after the tragic events of the hogwarts war, and reminise about fred weasley and his undeserving ending.

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader

contains: angst, mentions of the hogwarts war, fred's canon death, slight survivors guilt, r has a scar on her cheek from the battle.

song rec: francis forever by mitski- " i look up at the gaps of sunlight, i miss you more than anything."

w.c: 950+

an: hnngh, another song got me in a chokehold and i had to write something based off it.

you step outside of the burrow, the warmth of the sun wrapping around you like a comforting blanket, but it does nothing to soothe the cold ache in your heart. It's been exactly nine days since fred's laughter had filled these very grounds, and now, all you're met with is a deafening silence, broken only by the distant chirping of birds and the rustle of leaves whispering secrets to each other. the vibrant shine of your hair seems to have lost its luster in the wake of his passing, and you feel like a ghost wandering through a world that's lost its color. your eyes are drawn to the horizon, where the sun is playing peek-a-boo with the tree line, casting long shadows that stretch out like arms reaching for something just out of grasp.

the twin's room, once a bastion of laughter and camaraderie, is now a silent tomb. the door remains closed, a stark reminder of the unspoken pain that lingers within. every day, you hear the muffled sobs and the occasional outburst of rage from george, but for the most part, the only indication of life is the soft glow of light that seeps through the cracks. meals are left outside his door, untouched and growing cold. the twins' mischievous pranks are a thing of the past, replaced by a palpable heaviness that sits in the very air you breathe. the burrow feels like a ship without a rudder, adrift in a sea of grief, with no map to guide you to calmer waters.

you decide to escape the oppressive atmosphere for a while and go for a walk. you amble through the garden, passing the gnome pebbles that now lay still and the plants that seem to droop with sadness. the sun kisses your cheeks, but it feels more like a gentle nudge of encouragement rather than a warm embrace. as you near the end of the garden, you spot a familiar path that you and fred used to take on your adventures. it's tree-lined, with the sun peeking through the canopy in patches that dance across the dirt as the branches sway in the breeze. you take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the scent of earth and leaves, and begin to walk.

you miss the way fred could make you laugh with the silliest of jokes, his eyes crinkling at the corners with mischief. you miss the comforting weight of his arm slung around your shoulders, the way he'd whisper sweet nothings into your ear that somehow felt like everything. you miss his enthusiasm for the most mundane of things, turning a simple walk into an epic quest for the perfect stick to poke at things with. as you stroll down the path, you imagine you can almost hear his footsteps beside you, the rustle of leaves echoing with his laughter. but when you look over, there's only the empty space where he should be, and it hits you like a punch to the gut. you'll never again feel his hand in yours, never share another secret whisper or inside joke, never see the world through his playful, magical eyes.

the ache in your chest swells until it feels like it might consume you whole. you miss his fiery spirit that could brighten even the darkest of days, the warmth of his smile that could melt away your worries. you miss the way he'd challenge you to be braver, to live louder, to love deeper. every tree, every stone, every dappled ray of sunlight is a silent reminder of the joy he brought to your life, and now, the stark reality that you'll never experience it again with him at your side. it's as if the very essence of your existence has been torn in two, and you're left trying to navigate a world that seems to have lost its color and meaning.

you pause, reaching up to gently trace the deepening scar on your cheek, a grim souvenir from the battle's chaos. the skin is still tender, a constant reminder of the moment when the wall had exploded, the moment when fred was taken from you. you remember the searing heat, the deafening roar, the sudden weightlessness as you were thrown back. and then, the silence. the world had gone mute except for the ringing in your ears and the distant wails of those who had been hurt or lost. it's a scar that tells a story of pain and loss, but also of survival and resilience. it's a battle scar, a testament to the price you paid for the world's freedom.

as you make your way back to the burrow, your thoughts drift to the life you had before, the life where fred's laughter was a constant melody in the background. you recall the countless hours spent in the kitchen, trying to perfect a new joke or prank together, his brown eyes alight with excitement as he whispered the latest idea. the burrow feels like a different place now, like a book with a torn page, forever changed and never to be whole again.

as you open the door to the kitchen, your heart skips a beat. for a fleeting moment, you think you see fred sitting at the table, his hair a fiery halo around his face, his grin wide and welcoming. but as you blink away the tears that threaten to spill over, the mirage fades, and you're left staring at george. his eyes are red-rimmed, his face etched with pain and exhaustion. your hand flies to your mouth to stifle a gasp, the sudden realization crashing over you like a wave. it's not fred. it's never going to be fred again.

[spenglersweetheart]

I have a request

Yk the court scene, reader is also there having been there when they were digging up the road, so maybe when the slime explodes and releases the spirits (and the judge is freaking out) reader has the calmest bitch face ever even when the judge says that the case is dropped and she just looks at the others and smirks and is like “Let’s kick some ghost ass it’s been to long” or smthin like that

deciding to write this first bc it's an idea fresh in my mind and i absolutely love this so much !!

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God, I Missed Busting

definitely a reader, but it's all platonic as of now!

WARNINGS : none !

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YOU AND THE OTHER THREE HAD LANDED YOURSELVES in court. With Louis Tully being your goddamned lawyer. You knew that it would go horrible. You knew that Louis couldn't build a case for absolute shit. But for some reason, they had got him anyway. But, luckily, everyone else in the room, and maybe even the other three you were sitting with, were about to get a rude awakening.

You, along with Egon, Ray, and Peter had noticed the slime bubbling. While the other three men were freaking out about it, you were calm. They actually didn't question this. You and Winston were the calmer ones in the group. Right now, all you could do was glance at the slime and then the judge. You kept doing it until it finally blew up.

Wind all over the place, lightning somehow makes its way into the courthouse. The four of you finally stand up from your chairs. You guys witness the chaos that is currently around you.

The four of you are hiding, including the judge. Egon and the other two convinced him to drop the charges. The four of you were finally able to grab your proton packs.

When you put yours on, it pretty much felt like a breath of fresh air.

Each one kicks on, one by one.

Peter's proton pack comes on first, "Do ..."

Then Ray's, "Ray ..."

Then yours comes on, "Mi ..."

Then there's Egon. "Egon!"

You all look at him. You only shake your head, a smile appearing on your like. Egon was silly, but that's okay. You were just happy that you were catching ghosts again.

You look at the two ghosts. The judge has identified them as the Scoleri Brothers. You didn't really care who they were. Just that you were about to get them.

"Thank God, it's been way too long," you say to them, "Let's kick some ghosts' ass!"

Four of you split up. Ray and Peter on one side of the courtroom, you and Egon on the other. Might as well try to capture them at the same time since there were two of them, and four of you guys. Two will grab one Scoleri brother, the other two grab the other.

Ray and Peter manage to get theirs first. Quickly getting into the trap. You and Egon have a bit of a struggle. That way until Ray finally slid the trap over to the two of you. You and Egon get it into the trap, and it closes, there's steam coming from it.

The four of you surround it. All of you are happy with this outcome.

"Two in the box!" Ray says excitedly.

"Ready to go," Egon says.

"We be fast, and they be slow!" All of you call out, pointing to the small box.

That's when you knew that the Ghostbusters were officially back in business.

[daughter-lilith]

✧When Two Seas Collide✧

"Sometimes it is difficult to love you."- Halsin

Halsin x Fem!OC | Part 2 of 2 | Part 1 here

Explicit 18+ Word Count: 8.1k CW: Conflicting feelings, love/hate, angst, manipulation, bad habits, mood swings, p in v sex, rough sex, vengeful sex?

Bare feet sauntered through tall grass as Ro made her trek deeper into the forest. With a little help from some brief misty steps, she was able to phase in and out, covering a good distance since she left from the edge of town. Lifting her chin towards the sky, she could see the impending storm gliding its way over, the rays of the sinking sun struggling to pierce through. A distant rumble of thunder met her ears – it was still some minutes away. But it mattered not, for it was the sound of steady flowing water that drew her attention more. It was exactly what she came for.

As the tall grass receded into a flatter bed, the charming waterfall came into view. The waters cascaded down the rocky wall, into a large, natural pond, much calmer and soothing compared to the greater falls on the other side of the forest that raged into a river. The pond, normally a bright cerulean, was a darker, almost gray-blue, most certainly due to the thickening clouds. Nevertheless, a smile touched her lips as she admired nature’s creation while she untied her cloak and let it fall to the ground. Storm or not, she wouldn’t be dry for much longer anyway.

She strolled across smooth grass that gradually transitioned into dark earth. Donned in a thin, white gown, she stepped into the pond, sighing as she moved deeper. It was cool to the touch, but not so much that it made her flinch or shiver upon entering. She waded towards the middle, where the pond was at its deepest, and rotated her body so she was calmly floating on her back.

Staring at the clouds, an array of white that bled into light and dark grays, her mind wandered where she so freely allowed it to. The large elf materialized in her vision, his focused, mesmerizing gaze when she told him about her little adventure. A spark tickled her belly at the memory. There was no change in him. No new scars, no new tattoos, his physique as taut and hulking as she last remembered, and she reveled in it.

He was so careful in healing her, how expertly his powerful arms and magic handled her with such care. The same arms that brutally destroyed that monstrosity not long before. Well, it was the bear’s brute strength mostly, but he was still Halsin. And the warmth his large body exuded felt the same, he even smelt the same, and oh how she longed to be wrapped up in that warmth again.

But he deserved more first. Halsin deserved to know that she had been thinking about him dearly. She frowned slightly as a single droplet fell from the sky, onto her cheek. Halsin had rejected her. She saw it in his eyes, in the way he rose to his feet and away from her. Not as her lover, but with the essence of the once commanding Archdruid. “Does he still love me?” she muttered quietly, asking no one in particular, except for perhaps nature itself. But only the constant, sloshing sounds of the waterfall seemed to answer.

He must, he has to. She closed her eyes, her arms occasionally dipping below the surface and back up again. Did she push him too far? Did she tug on the leash too strongly, forgetting to leave some wiggle room for pleasure? Had she lost all of his devotion in just a mere year?

She loved him, and she knew sometimes she could be… challenging, but it wasn’t on purpose. Not usually, anyway…

There was a tiny part of her that did secretly enjoy the occasional conflict; the tension, the frustration, the chase when she set out to explore, and most of all…she relished in the making up. Halsin had the appearance of such an imposing man, and yet several times she had witnessed him melting into a pool of pudding for her, no matter how upset he might have been beforehand. To watch the druid’s face transform from anger to yearning – threatening to sever ties but then pulling her back into his powerful embrace…

But Halsin did not embrace her this time. He did not chase – rather, he pushed her away and ran. She was no fool, she knew he spent the day purposely avoiding her presence. If he was not ready to talk, she could wait. And she would return to their home tonight, regardless of his belief that they no longer shared it together.

No, she still had him. Old fights were no matter to the present. Halsin was her favorite, and she knew she was his. No amount of roaming could compare to what he did to her, how he invigorated her. A closed grin pulled at her lips, he knew her body so well. Better than anyone.

She just needed a little time to remind him of what they had, the power in their union, the heights that only they could take each other to. Just a little bit of time to— her eyes blinked open as a new feeling penetrated the air, quiet and exploring. An electric nerve dashed across her stomach as she continued to float over the surface. But it was not fear that gripped her, it was excitement. A presence lingered, a beast, somewhere in the tall grass perhaps, or behind the thick trunk of the trees. A presence familiar, their essence unforgettable.

Ro was not a druid herself, but her elven senses were still sharp. And with the innate magic that buzzed inside her core, it only made them even sharper. She knew it was him. Halsin.

Mine.

But he did not come as the man. She could smell the change in his body, the thick musk that swirled in the air, heightened by the rising humidity. It was the bear that crouched just beyond the trees, observing her. It was not the first time she’d felt him watching her from a distance, in his bear form, but it was never in secret, not like this.

An almost giddiness fluttered over her torso, and she had to restrain the urge to smile. Of course he came to check on her, because he still cared. She knew he still cared. A wicked thought suddenly breached her mind – she wanted to test the reach of his concerns. Maybe if she could feign danger... Her heart spiked at the thought, nerves firing in her stomach. Another droplet fell on her cheek, then another on her forehead.

She was a great swimmer, so she would need a little aid to make this more convincing. Remembering a spell she learned during her time away, she ever-so quietly whispered the incantation, “altum spiritum” and inhaled a deep breath, careful not to make it so glaringly obvious what she was doing. Immediately, she felt a cool, tingling sensation fill her lungs as she closed her eyes and waved both arms in a sweeping upward arc, submerging her entire body beneath the surface. Instantly, the muffled sounds of the waterfall echoed in her ears, a soothing, rhythmic song.

The first minute was easy for her, it always was, spell or no. Then a minute and a half passed…then two, still her lungs were at rest, her body calm, as they’d usually be. But her heart was thundering, the anticipation never waning as she kept herself submerged, her limbs lazily swaying. Three minutes… four— a force ricochetted into her side as large paws wrapped around her waist and legs, yanking her body, claws slightly pressing into her flesh.

When she breached the surface, a golden light flashed then dimmed, and smoother arms carried her as strong legs rushed to land. Ro looked up at the mask of horror reflected in Halsin’s eyes, his hair wet and sticking to his cheeks and shoulders. Her heart beamed at the worry across his face, and this close to his chest, she could practically feel the pounding of his heart.

Halsin’s large strides had them out of the pond and back to land in record time. He sat her down on the warm earth, gently but swiftly, already bending towards her to check for her well-being.

“What were you doing, Ro?” The urgency in his voice rumbled towards her, deep and electric. “You were under for so long! You- were you—?” A blue light was already radiating from his hands, fingers twitching with where to focus it.

“What? No, silly.” Ro fell into a light chuckle, her words calm and reassuring. She reached forward, pressing her palm against the hard swell of his bare chest. His heart was battering beneath strong pecs and it sent a rush of excitement through her belly. “I was just enjoying the waters, love. I’m okay, I promise. But I can see how it may have looked otherwise...”

Halsin regarded her, pursing his lips as if to catch some sort of concealed confliction. After another moment, he recalled his magic, and the ethereal blue light faded into the wind.

But Ro noticed the tide of emotions circulating behind his focused eyes. She noticed the slight breath he quivered as she glided her hand down his chest, just a bit.

“But at least if I was in danger, it wouldn’t have been for long. Not when you’re around.” She tilted her head, smiling as her eyes passed between his, warm and inviting.

“Are you sure?” he inquired, his tone vibrating against her hand. It took all her strength not to bite her lip.

“Yes, I’m sure… So can I stand up now?” She made a knowing tilt to their current position, how he was half hovering over her, blocking her legs from shifting.

Halsin blinked, like he was stirring from a trance, and moved to the side. With one hand on her back and the other in her grasp, he aided her to her feet and then took a step back.

“But thank you anyway,” she said, a contented sigh flowing from her mouth.

Halsin does not respond to her directly, instead, he inclined his head, eyes raking the sky. “We are too exposed where we stand. The storm will rage soon, we should return to cover.”

Ro smiled coyly, glancing down at herself. “I don’t mind the storm, seeing as I’m…already wet.”

Halsin’s breath hitched, an involuntary shudder as he truly took her in. His pulse quickened as his eyes roved down her body, how her long dress clung to her, damp and soaked. Her hair partially stuck to her skin, shriveling in loose curls. And her nipples pushed against the tight, wet fabric, the roundness of her breasts so visible beneath. She was completely bare under the white piece of clothing, a simple barrier that could be easily discarded.

Jaw clenched, he attempted to avert his gaze to anywhere but her body, but he could not resist the pull to roam his eyes down her figure, tracing every dip, every clinch where the fabric stuck tighter. Her taut nipples nearly calling out to him – to touch, to taste...

He grimaced, his thoughts were swirling, body filling with heat. It was her voice that pulled his attention back to her eyes – when did she get so close?

“And from the looks of it, you’re just as soaked as I, Archdruid.” Her serene voice dropped an octave when she called him by that title, a teasing glint in her eyes.

Halsin stared down at her, a stern expression in his bright eyes, a new resolve thickening. A low rumble from the skies vibrated the ground beneath their feet. “It changes nothing. Come.” His instruction was simple, impersonal. He shifted one leg as though to turn but was paused by her words again.

“It changes everything,” she said, a confident gleam in her eyes. Halsin furrowed a brow as she continued. “We’re already prepared for the rains. Nature wants this, does it not?” As though responding to her, a steady stream of scattered raindrops dripped all around them, teasing what was to come.

His broad chest expanded, breathing deep as he clenched his teeth. A shudder skipped down his back as she took another step closer to him. Her eyelashes were wet, eyeliner slightly running down her cheeks, almost in a similar way it would when she’d take him inside of her—

Halsin squeezed a fist, veins protruding as his face twisted into a firm determination, glaring down at her.

“I will not force you, so I will leave you to it then. As long I know you are well.” He held her gaze for another moment longer, chest strong and steady as she stared up at him, silently pondering. But he said all that was needed. She was safe, and if she did not wish to follow, then his business there was finished.

Halsin severed their visual connection and fully turned to leave. He made it a few strides away, almost reaching the long grass when Ro’s voice pierced his ears once more.

“It wasn’t a purchase,” she called to him, her tone edging over a subtle desperation. She let out a soft breath as she watched Halsin pause, the muscles in his bare back tight and sculpted. His high-waisted, auburn pants wrapped snuggly around his thick thighs, but his legs angled like they were ready to continue their stride at any moment.

Her heart sprinted at the sight. How he was not among the gods themselves, perhaps surpassing them all, would forever be a mystery to her. But right now, she needed to act.

“It was truly just a gift, Halsin. I thought of you often and wanted to give you something nice. You deserved something nice…” She stepped cautiously over the soft ground that shifted into short blades of grass. More droplets trickled on her hair, some falling on her face.

She observed his posture carefully, her heart racing. He was almost as still as a statue, save for the purposeful movements of his shoulders rising and falling slightly. She knew every breath he took was sure and measured as she continued her tentative approach.

“But I wouldn’t have been opposed if it led to a conversation or two… maybe we can still have it now? I don’t like how last night ended,” she sighed, her pitch lowering almost into a whisper. “I truly missed you, Halsin.” There was a sincereness in her voice. Despite their sour parting, her time away, she truly missed her druid.

She gently placed the palm of her hand near the middle of his back, hoping to stoke some sort of reaction, anything.

A rough breath juddered out of his mouth and he tilted his head to look over his shoulder, catching her already looking at him. “Now? You wish to converse now?”

“If you’d like to… or perhaps we can save that for afterwards…”

Halsin rotated his body fully, the movement causing her hand to fall away as he faced her once again “Afterwards?”

She bit her lip, reaching up to rest her palm against one of his pecs. He was so warm, tough, as the strands of his chest hair started to slick from the steady trickle of droplets from the sky. The desire to curve her hand and dig her nails into his skin, eliciting a deep groan from his throat, flashed in her mind. It was so incredibly tempting. But she would be patient.

When she roamed her eyes to meet his again, her gaze was sure and confident, burning with a flowering want. It was time to reclaim what was hers, now or never. “Stay with me. Stay and let nature have its way with us, in whatever way it wants.“

Halsin’s entire body tensed as an icy fire burned through him, both hot and cold, igniting something new. His irises flashed gold which only seemed to tantalize her further. “Ro,” he warned, a strained noise falling from his parted lips.

Ro, feeling a surge of confidence mixing with an electric arousal, stepped even closer. Their eyes never left each other as she carefully eliminated all space between them. His breathing came out quick and harsh, like he was trying but failing to calm himself. Her other hand came to rest on his cheek, thumb stroking gently beneath his eye. She leaned up on her toes, gently tilting Halsin’s head towards her, just enough to place a tentative kiss on the scars on his chin.

Her eyes flicked up to him, dark and lingering as he watched her, unmoving. She stared deep into him, noting the dilation of his pupils, but he still did not move. So, she waited, searching for any hint of an intended reaction while pulling back, lowering herself on the flat of her feet.

“I still want this. I want you.” So soft and melodic her voice was, painted with a swelling desire that could not be hidden. She held his gaze, biting her lips before speaking again. “Do you still want this?”

Halsin does not respond, his stance still, expression unreadable. But his eyes were boring into hers, and there was a slight twitch in his jaw as his teeth clamped together. But silence hovered between the pair, save for the calming noise of the flowing waterfall behind her and the scatters of gentle rain landing atop the pond, the leaves, and the trees.

Her heart felt like it was going to shrivel and curl into itself, a wave of defeat stalking behind the door into her mind. Maybe she had lost him… Maybe she had tested him too much. More raindrops fell, touching her face and sliding down her cheeks.

Ro reluctantly removed her hand from his chest. She was about to step away entirely when a strong hand grasped her wrist. Halsin’s eyes burned a dim gold as his other arm came around her waist. A slight yelp escaped her throat as he yanked her towards him, pressing her against his body, leaving just enough room to speak. Her heart raced at the sudden movement, the strength of him squeezing the breath out of her.

“Nature can have us,” Halsin murmured, terse, his breath warm against her face. Then he dipped his face a hair’s breadth away from her lips, nearly overwhelming her with his mass and closeness. The rim of his eyes glimmered, and when he spoke, his voice dropped, thick and commanding. “And I will have you.” He released the hold on her back and used both of his hands to hands to grip the top of her dress. “I will have you in the way that I want.” With uncanny speed and incredible force, he ripped the fabric clean down the middle, exposing her breasts and stomach to him.

A deep groan of appreciation hummed from his mouth as he took in the wondrous sight before him. He pulled more of her dress, hastily dragging it down the length of her body until she could swiftly step out of it, naked and bare against him. He tugged her back him, his lips crashing over hers to the clasp of thunder overhead. He swallowed her moan as soon as it left her lips as his slippery fingers dug into the cheeks of her backside, pressing her into him as much as he was able. Her lower stomach rubbed against the strain in his pants as hot blood rushed through his body, feeding his hardening desire. He groaned at the feel of her needy, desperate hands, scratching haphazardly up and down his back. His tongue wiggled inside her mouth, tasting her sweet tongue that mingled with the taste of the rain pouring over and between them.

Ro felt consumed with a flourish of desire, her core throbbing with the need to be touched as Halsin’s large hands clenched her tightly. His kiss was wild, passionate, teeth clashing as their faces tilted from one side to the other, a desperate dance to consume each other.

She could feel the heaviness of his breathing, hear the weight of his urgency above the pouring rain, its pressure increasing. She yelped as a sudden sting darted up her center as Halsin’s finger plunged within her without warning. He groaned into her mouth, the intensity of his kiss never wavering. But her mouth was stumbling, struggling to maintain the rhythm while his finger pumped inside her. She moaned against his lips as the pain soon mingled into a rush of bliss, her legs already beginning to quake as tingles of pleasure and pain sparkled down her legs when he added a second digit.

This time she broke the kiss entirely, burrowing her face in his chest, needing something steady to hold on to. But Halsin seemed to have other plans as a firm grip tugged at her hair, pulling her back and exposing her neck and chest to him. Ro gasped, closing her eyes as the rain spilled down her face, mixing with the wetness of Halsin’s tongue that dragged down the column of her neck before he used his teeth to scrape down her flesh. She winced slightly as it both tickled and stunned her, it was like his canines were trying to slice into her skin as he raked his way down her towards her chest.

The pressure in her scalp softened as he released the hold on her hair, returning that hand to the center of her back while the other continued to explore her heat, so wet and tight around his fingers.

Her soft whine was swallowed by the rain as his mouth closed on her taut nipple. Only then did the speed of his thrusting fingers waver as he sucked and swirled his tongue around the tender spot. A prickle of pain drew another gasp from her lips as he nipped down on her nipple, only to immediately soothe it with the warm, flat of his tongue.

“Release me,” she heard him say through the rain, the vigor of his voice vibrating against her.

She lowered her head to look at him still tasting her. Her lips parted as though to question what he meant, but her voice felt so far away, nearly all thoughts focused on the shrills of pleasure his fingers still wrung through her. As though sensing her turmoil, Halsin ground himself against her, letting her feel the strict swell confined in his trousers.

Without a word, her near-trembling fingers worked quickly at his buttons, popping them apart until his pants were loose enough to start tugging them down. Instantly, he sprang forth, bumping against her hands, so thick and ready. She tugged around the edges of his hips and dragged his trousers further down his thighs.

A heady groan rumbled up the column of his throat as his hips thrusted forward, sliding himself along her wet stomach. With both hands, she wrapped around his shaft, already so slick as her thumb ran over his leaking tip, made even more slippery from the rain. He ground his hips forward, moving into the rhythm of her stroking hands. Try as she might to maintain a firm hold, her palms started to slack as Halsin’s fingers resumed their hasty pace inside her soaked walls.

Legs quivering, another brief spark of pain shot down her stomach as Halsin bit her other swollen nipple before swirling his tongue around it. A rising pressure boiled inside her core, heightening in pace with his expert fingers. Her hands all but fell from Halsin’s weighty cock, her thoughts incoherent as she tried to steady herself. A simmering growl erupted from his throat, tinged with displeasure as he ground his hips against her again, seeking her touch.

Halsin’s blood throbbed through him, filling and tightening him to almost a painful swell. He ached to feel her touch again, to have her smaller hands stroke and pump him with abandon, but they fell away from him as her rushed moans echoed above the rain. She was starting to squeeze around his fingers, writhing in his strong hold as her legs threatened to fail her.

His name was a pleasurable sigh on her lips, and he knew she was close – he could feel it, could almost smell it. So he curved his fingers, alternating and circling them inside her spongy wetness. His mouth released the clamp on her wet breast, and he stood taller to look at her as his hand continued to work. He especially loved the hasty gasp she made as his thumb came to rub over her sensitive clit.

His mouth hung open as he watched her, eyes closed and lips parted with desperate breaths as the rain dripped down her lips. She was an invigorating sight, so easily succumbing to him, so beautiful and tight for him. His heart swelled with devotion, his body burned with lust, and his brain… his brain was foggy, dazed, submitting to the desires the other parts of him craved.

Another constriction around his fingers, tighter than before. Halsin smirked, wicked and sly. Another few pumps, as fast as his fingers would allow without cramping, and he ejected them with an abrupt pop. A sharp gasp flung from her lips, her face scrunching into a confusing frown as her hazy eyes met him.

His heart thundered behind the large confines of his chest, stimulated by the lustful and lost look in her mesmerizing eyes. If she would not touch him – if she would not stroke him until he was spilling into her hands – then he would deny her this release. They shared another lingering stare as a fleet of emotions passed over her eyes, her makeup completely streaked and coating her cheeks.

Ro’s legs shuddered under her weight and her core throbbed endlessly, an intense pressure that ached to be satiated, to be relieved from the fires that coursed through her. But she felt cold and left wanting as Halsin, whose other hand still steadied her, stared at her with a dangerous look in his eyes. She watched him drag his tight pants down the rest of the legs before he slowly stepped out of them, never taking his eyes off her as he stood completely bare, bold, and proud.

The lovely lines on his face indented as his smile curved into a mischievous look. Confusion furrowed in her brows. What was he— her thoughts were interrupted as Halsin enveloped her in his arms, lifting her off her feet. With more speed and finesse than one would expect from a bear of a man, a coolness hit her back as he laid her flat on top of the wet grass.

Halsin rose on his knees as he looked down at her, his chest moving slowly, muscles tight and flexed, chest hairs clinging damply to his skin. It was a little difficult for Ro to stare at him through the thrashing rain, unrelenting as it poured over them. But she had no trouble seeing the golden radiance in his eyes, even brighter as daylight began to wane. His gaze was starved and almost… enraged?

His eyes bored into hers like she was the source of his vengeance, the final obstacle he’d come to slay. In the distance, high above him, a bright flash flared across the skies followed by the bellowing clap of thunder. The way he looked at her was foreign and new, his normal tenderness and care all but gone. A new passion burned within his eyes, bitter and powerful. Her heart jumped – quickening, a sudden urge to crawl away from him. It frightened her.

Then a spark ran down her belly, and her heart leaped again as her breathing steadily quickened. It excited her. Without thinking, her legs acted for her, spreading for him, an open invitation.

“Halsin,” she muttered, her lips wet and plump.

Halsin did not hear his name fall from her lips, as nature was louder than her soft voice, but he was able to read it. A balanced chuckle rumbled out of his mouth, dark and sensual as he watched her open for him. So willing, so eager.

She followed his eyes that trailed languidly down her body, resting over the area that was still throbbing and soaking for him. He bent over her, the mass of his body completely shielding her from the now relentless rain. It was like the clouds had never moved once they settled above them, content with showering the couple as though nature itself desired it.

Halsin lowered even closer, and she could feel his warm breath kissing her face, his lips so teasingly close to hers. Never did his eyes shift away from hers as he did this. And from this closeness, lost in the intensity of his stare, it looked like the glow in his eyes was moving – shimmering with a magical radiance around his irises, again and again. It was enthralling, and it only encouraged her desires, her belly fluttering in anticipation. A soft moan sang from her lips as the weight of his cock rested upon her, sliding over her most sensitive spot.

Halsin smiled, his lips ghosting over hers, so tormentingly close. She needed to taste those lips again, to lose her breath in his kiss. On instinct, she lifted her head towards him but he pulled back in response, to her frustration. But his mischievous smile never waned, and before she could verbally protest, a tingle drizzled up her thigh as his large, calloused hand glided up her wet skin. She let her head rest back on the grass, eagerly waiting for him to spread her legs wider. He lowered himself back over her face, a featherlight touch as he spoke against her lips.

“I told you,” Halsin muttered low and heavy, in tune with the rumbling in the skies. “In the way that I want.”

Another thrilling flicker of fear and excitement sparked in her gut as his words shuddered down her neck. A final smile from the druid’s lips, his large hand gripped her fiercely and with casual strength and speed, she was flipped over on her stomach. Immediately, she felt swallowed by the powerful mass above her, already pressing himself over her back, forearms resting near her sides. She was practically tasting the grass were it not for the hint of room he gave her to turn her head if she needed to.

“My darling heart…” his breath tickled her ear, warm and stimulating. “I hope you are ready for me.”

A loud cry, in time with the thunder, escaped her throat. Halsin shoved the full length of his cock in the tight, spongy space of her walls. He buried himself inside her immediately, leaving no chance for her to adapt to the stretch as a sting spiked up her back. His fingers that worked at her earlier had just barely prepared her, but it was not enough. Her nails dug into the grass, grabbing fistfuls of wet earth as she felt the girth of him widening her in one thrust. She felt him settle inside her for only a moment, before he withdrew just to the tip, then pounded back into her again.

Her entire body shuddered, breasts pressed against the grass, breath coming in quick pants as Halsin continued to repeat the dance of pulling out almost entirely, only to fill her in a single stroke. Each time, a fire of pain flamed up her core as she struggled to adjust. His movements were punishing, his weight nearly crushing were it not for his elbows keeping him from smothering her entirely. The weight of his balls smacked against her as his thrusts increased in speed. Deep, animalistic grunts filled her ear as his breath coasted down the side of her face.

In time, the firing pain mingled with waves of new pleasure as he moved against her, never wavering, never giving her time. A surge of sensations flooded her body all at once as it awakened to frosty heights of delight where pain still lingered close behind, as though it never wanted to let go. Ro’s moans mingled with the rushing rains, enticing her to take it and to take it well.

Halsin had never been this way with her. They’ve had rough moments, both with and without Wild Shape, but there was always enough preparation. Halsin was a master in foreplay, in taking his time to work his lover up enough to be ready for more. He loved exploring Ro’s body, over and over again, testing how many different pitches of her moans he could elicit from those tender lips. Then he’d make gentle, passionate love to her, for as long as their bodies would allow it. And if she wanted it faster, harder, he’d grant her the wish because he knew she was as ready as she’d ever be.

Today was different. Too much had been festering inside of Halsin over the past year. An underlying rage and frustration that had been left to simmer and then smothered before it could reach its boiling point. Each thrust of his hips came with the power of vengeance. Each digging grip on her thighs, with the intent to bruise, was a testament to the sorrow she’d leave behind every time she abandoned him. And now, as he drilled into her with near abandon, his body sliding over her wet back with ease, it delighted his heart.

He knew from the sounds of her cries, the way her knuckles gripped the grass so fiercely that it was too much at once. That the pain was not fully giving in to the pleasure. And yet, she never told him to stop, she never begged him to release her, for he would do so in a heartbeat if she did. But gods he hoped she wouldn’t. He needed to have her like this. He deserved it. She deserved it.

And she felt amazing around him, still so tight, so moist. Had she not taken another since their parting? If she had, they did a poor job of preparing her for him. But it did not matter, for she was finally home now. And he would resume that place in her life, he would do what he knew others could not.

The rain continued its assault as he could barely make out the desperate calls of his name. She was starting to enjoy it; he could feel it in her moans, in her trembling body. Pride swelled within him… but so did a hint of ire. Did she deserve to enjoy this as much as he did?

“Why, Ro?” his breath was ragged, voice hoarse and deep as he pounded without rest. “Why do you make it difficult to love you?”

She uttered a strained whine in response, each thrust of his hips siphoning more mewls and incoherent curses from her lips. He could feel the bear within pacing, growling, frustrated for not having an answer. So in response, Halsin leaned upright on his knees and hoisted her hips up with him. Half off the ground, she was forced to rest on her forearms and knees while her back made a slight arch.

A new sound dripped from her lips as Halsin drilled into her saturated walls, finding himself burrowing even deeper from the new angle. He knew he was reaching the depths of her limits, poking against the edge of all she could take.

He grabbed a fistful of her soaked hair, pulling her back slightly, the other hand gripping her hip. Wet flesh rammed into wet flesh as he gave her all she could handle, completely at his mercy. But still, she never told him to stop, never called for a surrender as her hands tore into the wet grass.

Halsin felt consumed by a flood of emotions and sensations: frustration, rage, lust, mesmerized by the sight of his thick cock crudely disappearing inside her over and over. And he reveled in every whimper, every grip and squeeze as she needily swallowed him back in. And he hated how much he loved it, how much his body burned even more for her even as he was already taking her.

His emotions bubbled to the surface, rising up his throat and landing roughly on his tongue. “Do you love me?” he questioned, hoarse, hips never slowing.

“Uhn,” she whimpered, unable to speak.

He growled, his blood burning. “Do. You. Love. Me?” he asked again, his demanding tone palpable.

“Yes,” was all she could muster, breathing heavily below him.

Echoing booms bellowed above the coupling pair. “Let me hear you say it,” he commanded, his foreboding voice cutting through the pounding rain. But she was too busy keening and sighing, lost in the sensations where their bodies met. “Say it.” A rough slam into her followed his demand.

“I love you! Oh gods, I love you!”

Halsin’s breathing quickened at her loud declaration, his glutes flexing as he drilled into his lover, his heart. Crackling, blue light filled his vision as he watched electric sparks dance over Ro’s fists, flickering up her arms. He grinned – so true pleasure had found her at last.

Her wild magic illuminated her hands, soaring erratically up her arms as she moaned and cried his name. He felt the glimmer in his eyes brightening at the sight, a surge of fire hotter than the hells burning through his veins. Drawn by the electric charges dancing across her wet skin, he released his hold on her hair and hips then clasped both of his hands over her fists. His entire body jolted, head tossing back into the rain as his abdomen flexed and his cock twitched.

Her magic surged throughout his body, launching through his nerves and flexing his muscles. The bear within roared, invigorated by the new energy. It instantly expended some of its own power to mingle with hers as it thundered its way back into her.

“Gods—Halsin—I—” her voice wavered, fingers starting to cramp from her enduring grip.

Ro’s heart pounded, her arms alight with electric charges that sparked down her back and legs. Insurmountable bouts of pleasure rippled through her as she held on to the ruthless thrust of Halsin crashing into her like wild waves against rock. He never slowed, never gave her any chance of reprieve. She could hardly handle him at this pace, at these depths, and despite the stalking pain that never fully went away, it felt euphoric.

Halsin powered through the chaos of her magic, bending his front back down on her, his thrusts unrelenting. His nails started to extend into claws and a deep, rumbling growl crawled up his throat. But the full might of the bear remained caged, it would have its turn another time.

He felt himself swelling more, throbbing as he started to chase his peak. She clenched around him, her legs quivering on unstable knees. He growled into her ear, low and guttural.

“No more leaving,” he demanded. One of his hands moved to her thigh, and he let his claws dig.

She hissed at the sudden puncture, the pain mingling with the charges firing throughout her body. Halsin said something, she thought. Or was it the bear who spoke? She could hardly hear him,not when all she could focus on was the torrent of sensations thrashing through her. Her vision felt foggy, barely seeing through the rain and haze of lust. But then Halsin’s voice sounded closer now, serious.

“No more running.” Another command, deeper this time, the growl vibrating up his throat. The clouds clashed again, emphasizing his words as though he was the thunder and she was his lightning.

Her sparks blazed through him, awakening every nerve as his other hand still seized her fist, fueled by the pleasure and pain that rippled down his body. A surge flowed down his center, his cock swelling until it could contain itself no longer. Lightning bolts illuminated the sky as Ro called out his name, her body shuddering beneath him. The thunder soon followed, a resounding power across the skies as Halsin grunted, thrusting his hip once, then twice, and chased her orgasm with his own. Warm fluid erupted from him as he emptied himself entirely within her. Gradually, his strokes slowed as his body trembled, riding the wave.

Ro felt Halsin twitch inside of her, holding himself for one final, deep hold before he swiftly slid out of her already aching walls. She whined at the sudden release, feeling tender and raw, as her legs collapsed on the ground and the magic that sparked within her gradually fizzled away. A light whimper fluttered from her lips as she felt the thick weight of his shaft resting on her cheeks, sliding in between, spreading their combined fluids over her skin. Soft, satisfying groans rumbled from Halsin’s throat, and she closed her eyes to the soothing, pleasurable sounds of her lover. And as their breathing calmed, so too did the storm, easing into a gentle drizzle.

Content on finding solace on the wet grass, Ro found that moment of calm interrupted as his large hands turned her over on her back. Halsin looked down at her, the rise and fall of his chest steady with deep, intended breaths. His hair stuck to his face and neck, and there was a dim ring of a golden glow in his eyes. She was utterly speechless as she held his stare, eyes slightly hooded while she waited for whatever her lover wanted.

Halsin bent towards her, his closeness immediately warming her entire being, and closed his mouth over hers. She sighed in his mouth, returning the kiss immediately. She fully expected it to be wild and erratic, but his kiss was so slow, so tender, not like the rough, remorseless man she just experienced. He kissed her like how he normally would before and after making love. He kissed her in the way she craved to be kissed when they first reunited – a kiss of passion, adoration, and love.

He groaned into her mouth, eliciting yet another moan from her throat, and she wasted no time wrapping her tired arms around his strong neck. A sudden shiver passed through her front and Halsin broke the kiss, brows furrowing in concern. With no words, he reached for his discarded pants and her torn dress and cloak, before scooping her up into the bulk of his arms.

A deep, contented sigh wafted from her lips as he held her close to his chest. Halsin moved through the forest, golden eyes a mesmerizing light in the budding darkness. He didn’t head the same way they came, rather, he strode a longer way around, avoiding cutting through the town to prevent any curious, roaming eyes. He cared little for anyone seeing him in his full glory, but Ro’s body was not for their eyes.

The entire way back to the cabin, Ro doted on him, kissing his chin and cheek, his chest. Occasionally, Halsin would tilt his head down, letting her capture his lips in a brief, tender kiss. She was so incredibly enamored by him, feeling a flutter in her belly at the recent memory of their powerful coupling. How the storm itself seemed to encourage them, fuel them.

“I told you nature would have us,” she uttered beneath him, chuckling softly.

Halsin responded with a deep, resonating laugh, a beautiful vibration from his chest. After several minutes of walking, they made it back to their two-story cabin, greeted by fireflies that illuminated their entire front yard. They seemed to part as Halsin marched down the middle to the front door. He carried her upstairs, then gently sat her down on the end of their large bed.

Ro had already started feeling warm from Halsin’s closeness, and she wasn’t dripping much anymore, save for her hair still being quite soaked. Nevertheless, Halsin went for the wardrobe and pulled out two soft towels then draped one around her body. The other he placed next to her, having no need for it just yet. He gave her a tender smile as she began patting her hair before he stepped towards the fireplace on the other end of the room.

There were already enough logs in the hearth, and with the aid of a quick spell, it didn’t take long to get a calming fire going. Halsin, still fully naked, walked back towards her and bent down, tasting her lips once again. Ro exhaled quietly into his mouth; all thoughts of the towel were forgotten as she let it rest at her waist.

Halsin’s heart paced happily from the warm sparks of her kiss. A sincere sense of glee and satisfaction blanketed across his chest as he leaned more into her, dipping his tongue inside her warm mouth.

“Gods that was…” Ro gasped a breath, finding time to speak between kisses. “Incredible.” She blinked rapidly, as though drowning in disbelief.

Halsin grinned, and a swell of pride arose from his abdomen. But his smile waned when she made a slight hiss, a flash of pain contorting her face after she shifted her position a little.

Sitting next to her, he frowned, heart racing. “Are you in pain?” He reached for her, a soft touch over one thigh as he analyzed the slight punctures from his claws; then the marks on her breasts, and back to the bruising on her hips from where he gripped so tightly.

“Just some soreness that I’m sure I’ll feel even more tomorrow. But that’s okay.” She placed a hand over his, a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t heal it away. Not yet.”

He chuckled at this and leaned in to place a chaste kiss on her forehead, then a brief one on her lips. “Still, I… I feel some regret for being so rough with you. That was not like me…” He averted his gaze, slightly turning away from her.

“No, don’t be. I loved it! That was a different side of you…” She stole another kiss, and when she pulled away, her mouth curved into a mischievous grin. “Perhaps I should disappear for a year more often.” She half laughed, using her shoulder to lightly bump into him.

The spell shattered. Halsin’s stomach tightened, and his heart fell into the pit of his stomach. Immediately, his face contorted into a frown, the lines in his cheeks deepening. He rose to his feet, grabbed his towel, and swiftly wrapped it around his waist as he paced toward the window.

“Halsin… I’m only kidding.” Ro stood up, loosely binding the soft towel around her body.

“This is the last time,” Halsin spoke without turning around. “We cannot keep repeating this cycle.” His voice was strict, sharp, cutting across the room. All sense of glee and the afterglow of love had instantly soured, twisting into a brutal reality of the chaos that seemed to thrive between the pair.

“Is it?” she challenged, walking towards him. “Because I recall you saying something similar the last time.”

“I mean it, Ro.”

“No.”

“What?” He turned back around, broad chest puffed and imposing as he glared down at her.

But there was no anger in her eyes and no hostility in her voice when she spoke. She stopped right before him, not succumbing to the ferocity in his glare.

“There is no last time, Halsin. You are meant for me and I am meant for you. Be it one day or one year apart, that will never change.”

“Ro—”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong, Halsin. Tell me your heart doesn’t still race for me as mine does yours.”

“I—” he hesitated. And just like that, the domineering, god of a man who seemed to command thunder itself, had found himself melting before her once again.

When he looked at her, he saw so much. The woman he loved, and the woman who put him through so much. And yet, as his mind commanded him to let her go… his lips would utter, shiver, but they said no words. Because as much as she could sting and wound his heart, he also knew what it felt like to be loved by her. When the woman he fell for shined through the darker parts of her. Her tender, compassionate, adoring side. His savior. His lover.

Ro leaned on the very tips of her toes, brushing a soft kiss on his lips before whispering, “Do you still love me?”

Halsin clenched his jaw, but the longer she stared at him, eyes so warm and full of love, he felt forced to relax. “…I do.”

“Say it, Halsin.”

He held her stare for a long time, his skin prickling under her touch. She was even closer now, trapping him with her essence, her beauty. And those eyes – wells of magic and mayhem – the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. Once again, he was lost…

“I love you.”

And just like that, the power shifts again. Halsin just doesn't know when to let go😪

In all seriousness, our bear man absolutely deserves the best kind of love! Just couldn't get this idea out of my head from his in game quote. Hope you all enjoyed either way!🖤

[moonlit-dreamers]

*sighs loudly* so i Was going to draw them but turns out my own design is too difficult for me to draw. but i'll be making this post anyway bc this au has been cooking for so long i might as well!

Featherless Flight AU

aka dca avian au where these fucks r BIRDS

(disclaimer this is a sun x moon au. it also deals with heavy themes such as child abuse, death, violence, and. ya know. wutever tws come with the apocalypse (also these will not be talked about in detail in this post))

nothing robotic in them. just feathers, blood, and bones. a lot of that stuff may be lost or break throughout their story! but lemme at least tell u wut they look like (without having my own drawings OTL (i only have a ref for their faces (which im not confident of)))

a quick note for both of their designs, they r both Fully Covered in feathers, including their arms and faces (yes they have arms And wings). the only places that dont have feathers is their lower legs and hands. they have anthropomorphic legs. and their face shape is also similar to a barn owl, as shown here (ignore the lack of mouths, idk wut to give them)

suns design! he has the coloring and general design of a sun conure. hes full of bright reds and yellows, tho the green is replaced with a bit of blue. he has multiple crests around his head that fluff up similar to a cockatiel but theyre in a way that make it look like rays. in the drawing above is wut they look like without their crests raised; that is their default. suns feet r grasping feet which r 2 toes in the front and 2 in the back. sun has high speed wings so aes a lot faster. (if u dont know wut any of this means i recommend u look it up, im a bird nerd) sun is also specifically an omnivore (them having different diets is actually plot relevant)

moons design next. moon is the color of a hyacinth macaw tho his anatomy is closer to an owl. he has one large crest on his head like a cockatoo. its also colorblind! since its anatomy is based mainly off of owls, for moons ability to see at night means he can see less colors. and bc hes more sensitive at night his eyes r always half closed in light, making it look sleepy despite being fully awake. moon has raptor feet with 3 toes in the front and 1 in the back. xis claws r also much larger than suns. moon has passive soaring wings which is better for longer flights. and moon is a carnivore :)

theres also an eclipse but their design is an enigma to me even in my own mind

but back to sun and moon! if anyone is curious moon uses he/it/xe pronouns while sun uses he/it/ae pronouns. they r both aroace and love each other deeply (qpr babyyyyy). sun is genderfluid while moon doesnt give a shit (agender).

sun is more bubbly and energetic. very much high energy bouncing off the walls. hes the kind of optimist where u cant tell if their "bright side"s r trying to help or be condescending. its a master at back handed compliments. heavily a perfectionist and will reach the point of screaming fits if wut he doesnt isnt perfect. ae has a lot of self image issues. ae hides a lot of aers lack of self confidence and doubt behind a wall of "im the best", tho that wall can crash very easily. a bit of a flirt, but mainly bc he just enjoys seeing how ppl react. he takes compliments from everyone but moons compliments r always the best

moon is lower energy and calmer. at least, he acts like it. hes more reserved and if it wasnt for sun he wouldnt have any friends or talk to ppl at all. he fears abandonment and sun is the only person who has stayed with him this whole time and is the only person he truly trusts. is very aggressive towards anyone it doesnt know. despite being shorter than sun (hes 6ft while sun is 7ft) it definitely does a good job at intimidating ppl. over time when xe becomes comfortable with someone xe will eventually calm down and show a bit of a softer side to them. when xes actually calm and likes someone xe can be a bit... chaotic :)

im honestly not sure where ill start their story since ive already thought about their childhood but i also wanna write about their adulthood as well. the story of their childhood mainly deals with the abuse they went through, then with adulthood theyre shoved into an apocalypse bc... y not :) (btw the apocalypse is mainly just bc ive been enjoying apocalypse aus a Lot lately and wanna write one. the child abuse is for their development and to show y they act the way they do. while it will be fun to write their development, i am by no means saying abuse is okay and this topic will be treated carefully and seriously.)

oh theyre also nd as Fuck

but yeah. these r my babies! i hope to at some point start writing the fic so i can show it to u all, but im already in the process of writing another fic, which will be coming out soon!