#I did my best

[gardenfairie]

DnD byler through the years ❤️

For: @spicypiscesworld Hiii, I'm gifting this piece to you for the byler gift exchange! Sorry I'm a few days late, I got sick 😭 I hope you like it!

Oh and thank you to @bylergiftexchange for hosting!

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Together

Pairing: Azriel x Eris Vanserra

Summary: After their spat, Azriel and Eris do their best to salvage the visit.

part 1 on tumblr | everything combined on ao3

part 2, 2.8k words, I hope you enjoy munchkins 😘

Swallowing down as much emotion as he could, Eris kissed him back, opening his lips for Azriel’s warm tongue as if it didn’t just help yell at him.

It was difficult, but he forced his mind, his anger, his guilt to melt into Azriel’s hands and their satiated bond.

Unwelcome reminders of their fight, the salt mingling in their spit and the burning nibbles on his palms resting on either side of Azriel’s face were definitely trying to dampen the mood.

He couldn’t let all of that in yet. Later. Now, he needed to focus on Azriel while he could.

Eris pulled back a slight bit, breathless as he took in Azriel’s hazy expression, looking over his scrunched ebony brows, and heavy-lidded glassy eyes. Eris impulsively squeezed his hands, and Azriel’s reddened lips pouted ridiculously.

“You look cute like this,” Eris praised, squishing Azriel’s cheeks further, smiling at the blushing male beneath him and the lusty butterflies fluttering low in his belly.

“W’th’nk’you,” Azriel replied, scarlet red. Eris snickered.

The moment stretched just a second too long— a second too long undistracted and their gaze turned more somber. Tears teased lower eyelashes once more, but a silent, resolute moment between their amber and hazel eyes where they chose to fight off quivering lips with a deep kiss proved the moment too good to ruin with words.

He tried to focus on how close Azriel was, cataloguing the way all the dense muscles were hugging him tight, the easy give and take of their lips, the intoxicating musky cedar scent and faint, rumbling groans he knew he’d crave.

Azriel’s tongue lapped over Eris’s own. Eris groaned and rolled his hips forward against Azriel’s seated pelvis, Azriel– the copycat– moaned at his movement.

Peculiarly, the shadows didn’t come out to play, but he chose not to ponder if it was anger at him or their Singer. If ignoring them made him ignorant, then an ignorant fool he’d proudly proclaim to be. Nothing else mattered right now.

Nothing but the way Azriel’s hands were slipping beneath the loose, black silky top Eris hadn’t wanted to take off till Azriel saw him in it again. Last night the Shadowsinger had promised to rip the set off his mate, but the delicate removal felt so right.

Azriel’s hands were a bit waxy and cool, and Eris shivered as they inched up his back, bunching and lifting Eris’s shirt as they travelled. Shiveringly up the knobs of his spine, feathering around the curve of Eris’s waist and teasing his fingers on a path Eris knew would lead to the Illyrian steel hoops piercing his nipples.

Eris moved to ritualistically remove Azriel’s leathers; buckle by buckle and knot by knot, he exposed the male’s perfectly sculpted torso. His eyes were closed and mind nearly melted, but the amount of times he replayed their many trysts instilled him with the knowledge to strip his mate bare with an arm tied behind his back and a blindfold robbing his sight. He could probably do it with his teeth.

Sigh. Next time.

Tantalizingly textured thumbs brushed over the small hoops, the lips against his smirking slightly as he tugged at the jewelry. Eris gasped, and Azriel’s tongue, the opportunistic and wet thing, took control of Eris’s mouth.

As if he was going for a purple nurple, Az tweaked his nipples and devoured the high-pitched moan Eris let out.

Eris ground his hips down, tilting forward to brush their throbbing lengths together between the layers of restricting fabric. Shirts were off, chests touching, hips bucking and groans turning starved; he memorized everything, filing it away for darker and lonesome needy moments.

Not many words were spoken, as if both feared the risk of running thoughts toward sad sayings like goodbye and I'll miss you. More than the fear of ruining their scarce times for fun, the words were ingrained in them—it was always willing separation and soul-aching longing, they knew. It felt like a mockery to their closeness to voice how painfully soon it would end.

But the thought, the internal countdown, felt like a tightening vice grip, forcing spiky lumps up Eris’s throat.

“Shh, shh baby, I know,” Azriel cooed thickly, moving a teasing thumb to catch a tear Eris didn’t mean to release.

“Fuck, I’m sorry-” Eris leaned back, tilting his head up, pushing a slow breath through furrowed lips and trying to compose himself. He couldn’t let the longing start before he even left. What a waste these emotions are, Eris cursed inwardly.

Azriel stopped his sensual efforts entirely, Eris wasn’t looking but he could feel a gaze burning into his throat.

Deep, deep breaths. It was all he could do. He felt ridiculous, letting shame and fear pollute their bond.

Azriel pulled him in, their hearts beating against each other once more, his breathing easier in tandem with Azriel’s. He buried his head in the crook of Azriel’s bronze neck, willing the tears to stay down and his cock to stop softening.

He still savored how Azriel felt beneath him but he felt drained. Months of stress he knew was coming prophetically beared down on him, and he tried his best to stew in the comfort of Azriel’s strength for his future self.

This always fucking happened. Frenzied foreplay and physical intimacy right before Eris had to part ways led to stupidly overwhelming feelings. Ugh.

Azriel’s hands wrapped low on Eris’s hips as he rose, lifting him up with a faint groan.

“Such an old male,” Eris teased, crossing his ankles behind the small of Azriel’s back and holding on tight, his fingers threading through Azriel’s soft hair.

Azriel chuckled sweetly, tilting his lips towards Eris’s greedy ear, “I’ve got you right now, it’s okay, I love you, Eris,” he whispered between light kisses against Eris’s shoulder as he carried him up the staircase leading to their bedchamber. “Even though you bully me,” he admitted, coaxing Eris’s frown to dissipate.

Azriel’s promises and gulps of his misty cedar scent kept Eris in gentle tact as he was taken down the short corridor. He felt so secure, so safe; he sent a shiver of appreciation down the bond. Wide wings trembled in response, reminding Eris of his hounds’ wagging tails when he praised them.

He felt somewhat lighter now that the legs hefting him weren’t his own, and due to the new moments he had to remember over the others from today.

A small click and creak cued their entrance into the solacing room. Azriel’s strides were even as he crossed the walnut flooring to lay them down on the spacious, scarlet linenned mattress in the center of the broad room.

The master bedroom made up the top floor of the two-level cabin, all dark stained wood and ruby toned accents led to the expansive limestone tiled bathroom, and a deep clawfoot tub with all the oils and lotions one could possibly need. Eris spent hours last night nestled against Azriel’s chest, soaking in lavender scented bubbled water.

A similarly nestling position was assumed as Azriel flipped Eris smoothly in his hold and rested them both down on their left sides. Eris scooched his hips back, lining himself up flush against Azriel’s front.

A strong forearm curled around his hip, fingers playing with the ticklish path of copper hairs leading towards the waistband of his flowy lounge pants. Azriel’s thumb rested right above his navel, smoothing back and forth, calming.

This was good. They needed this.

Eris smiled slightly, sadly, sweetly against Azriel’s pillowing bicep. Azriel’s forehead rested against the back of Eris’s head, his warm breath sending frequent predictable–what had to be purposely caused– shivers up his spine. If they only had two hours of this for the foreseeable future then he’d make it work, not that he had a choice. Eris’s thoughts darkened a smidge but the combination of savoring and stoicism let him move with the blessings and troubles of life with the thoughts and lovely memories he collected when he could. It wasn’t ideal but it was enough. It had to be.

Time passed as he listened to their heart beats flirt and memorized the notes of their combined scent.

Eris turned to face Azriel. The tears were gone and replaced by salty tracks, reddened eyes and a more serene expression he assumed mirrored his own greeted him. Azriel’s hands moved with him, cradling him as close as he could with a smile playing at his lips.

Eris reached a hand up towards his bronze cheek, all evidence of their fight gone, no more stinging print or angry eyes. He thanked Illyrian hyper-healing for easing his guilt while blaming them for giving him such a miraculous break. Eris didn’t feel deserving of absolution. The hopes were dialectical but wasn’t everything multifaceted? Or was he just overcomplicating things for himself? Overthinking and self deprecating had always been his strong suits, but this was getting bothersome. He needed to act while he had an iota of freedom, before he returned to Autumn and regretted not using this opportunity to milk every moment.

“I’ll miss you, my gorgeous Star, so much.” Eris felt like making it known, now that the sharpness of the threat of breaking down seemed dulled, now that the impulses felt like chances taken.

“I’ll miss you more,” Azriel lifted one of Eris hands, knuckles against kissing, smiling lips. “I’m sorry for trying to pass off my failure. Not your fault you’re so damn perfect.”

“We’ll still have the journals, my love, it’ll be alright,” Eris noted, a playful urge led him to add, “after today we owe each other pages of devoted letters post each entry.”

“Hm, as always, you’re right,” Azriel, seemed pacified by the coping thought as Eris was convincing himself to be. “C’mere,” Azriel placed Eris’s hands around his neck and started kissing him as if time was as still as it felt.

Their lips touched and the scene faded, pinpointing on where they joined. Each detachment felt like a robbery; every meeting, a refueling.

Eris’s hips gyrated of their own accord, tilting in small circles with the aid of Azriel’s hands. He moved his hands up Azriel’s nape to play in his hair.

Moans muffled, sheets rustled, faculties confuddled, and nails grappled muscled shoulders as they lost and found themselves in each other’s mouths. The kisses were, searching, yearning, savoring, everything he needed.

Azriel’s hands tightened on his hips, stinging enough to pull back from Azriel’s lips, perplexed for a blissful second till he noticed a shade creeped around the round edge of Azriel’s ears, doubtlessly whispering some sort of intel that was making Az grimace.

“An hour before you should leave,” Azriel warned, voice thick.

Eris just nodded, looking down to Az’s dusky lips as he considered how to spend the last of the visit. As always, looking at Azriel’s lips uninterrupted spawned a heady pool to form low in his belly. They fought, cried, held, and smiled today, it was time to take what he could of Azriel’s body while he could. Mother approved objectification if it was with one’s mate, Eris was sure.

An hour was enough. They could probably come in a few minutes, though he was aiming for more, but he wouldn’t complain if they did. (He absolutely would but he’d do it in a future journal entry).

“Let’s spend it right,” Eris huskily decreed, leaning in to reclaim Azriel’s lips until his lungs protested.

Breathless and leering, Eris pulled back and brushed his thumb over Azriel’s lower lip. Az opened and let Eris pet his tongue wordlessly. He spread the wet pad of his thumb down Az’s strong jaw, down his throat and clavicle. The saliva ran out around his second ab muscle, so Eris took over with his own tongue, nudging Az onto his back as he straddled his legs.

“Fuck,” his mate eloquently exclaimed. Eris smirked, disheveling the Shadowsinger was unparalleled fun.

He grabbed onto the waist’s edge of Az’s trousers that were rudely still being worn. Rearing his head back, pulling the fabric past the defined V of Az’s pelvis and tugging them down to sit high on his bronze thighs, exposing the soft gray cotton of Azriel’s boxers which were quickly torn south, and out-popped the behemoth that was Az’s cock.

With a victorious grin, he sucked the tip of Azriel’s fat dick past his lips, raking his nails up Az’s torso.

Flattening his tongue on the base of Az’s dick and licking down pulsing veins, he bobbed his head up and down Az’s slick shaft with perfected technique, twisting his head every time just he reached the tip and swallowing loudly as he nearly suffocated around the base.

“Haaah, shit, good- really good,” Az groaned, and Eris knew he was better than really good but he’d let it go since Az’s brain was hopefully mush.

“Fuck, fuck, oh Cauldron’s tits,” Az swore, voice laughably warbled as Eris gagged trying to keep Az’s cock as deep in his throat as he could, which was a considerable depth, the taming of his gag reflex was a messy but worthy process.

He had to remind himself he was just slicking Az’s dick and lifted his head after one last slobbering swallow, moving to straddle Az’s hips.

“Open your eyes, watch me,” Eris ordered, having noticed Azriel’s eyes clenched shut. His hands stabilizing on Azriel’s lower abdomen, long and fair fingers contracting, memorizing against the deep caramel, readying to help balance Eris as he tackled the wild beast that was Az’s cock.

Az nodded shallowly, his chest expanding wide with dramatic, bracing breaths. His large hands reached down to hold Eris’s hips. Eris dimmed his focus to the faint burn of Az’s tip breaching his rim. He lowered his hips slowly, sinking down and savoring each inch.

The unhurried drag of his sensitive walls around his mate’s throbbing length was dizzying. As he slid to completely sit, a ragged groan broke out of both of them, vaguely resembling pet names, nearly identical to a frightened hyena.

“Haa fuck, Azriel, so goddamn big, so good,” Eris keened, his back arched and hips shifting in circles, stewing Az’s cock in his heat, which he turned all the way up.

Ready to rise without instantly coming, Eris dug his knees into the bed, raising his body and moaning at the friction of Az moving within him. Opposed to separating completely, he only lifted halfway to the tip before plonking down.

“Oh Autumn, not gonna last, so perfect and tight, too good, gonna come, baby, fuuuuck,” Azriel cried out, his shadows cushioning where his wings lay on the bed but not enough, from Az’s writhing the tantalizing silk’s torment was evident.

“Go- go ahead, come for me, say my name,” Eris moaned, not far behind.

Az’s hands dug into Eris’s hips, holding him in place and bucking Eris forward as he planted his feet onto the mattress.

“With me, sweetheart, come with me,” Az pleaded rhetorically as he bounced Eris on his cock. As if Eris could resist.

“Ohhh Azriel!” Eris wailed, his hands flying to cling onto Azriel’s shoulders as he was jostled.

“Fuuuuck yes, baby, like that, so tight,” Az panted, arms working Eris to completion.

“AAAAHHH AZZZZ!” Eris screamed, quaking as his vision whited and hot sin flooded his nerves.

“ERIIIIS!” Az planted himself deep inside Eris’s body, spilling his seed as he shouted his mate’s name.

Eris fell flat and boneless against Azriel’s chest with a contented sigh. Fuzzy forearms tickled up his sides and wrapped him tightly into an embrace.

Sharing space, smiles and breath for who knew how long, Eris hadn’t felt more relaxed in ages and knew he wouldn’t for a long while so he marinated in the love offered and reciprocated as much he could.

“Next time let’s just do this,” Az murmured. Apparently the bat forgot he was the one who wasted time, but nonetheless Eris concurred.

“Mmhm, no Rhys,” Eris agreed.

After spending a large portion of the remainder of the visit melted on top of his mate, Eris took advantage of the standing shower overhead the tub and cleaned himself under Azriel’s watchful, loving gaze. Everything felt too fast. Eris pouted as he used his Autumnal heating capabilities to dry.

Azriel kept a small distance, leaning against the door of their bedroom, watching Eris dress with procrastinatory slowness. The same ease applied to the final, long kiss before Eris winnowed to his suite in the Forest House. Notably, not home. Away from Az, nothing really felt like home, Eris thought dejectedly.

He tucked Azriel’s newest journal in his nightstand, waiting for the first opportunity to devour its contents, aiming for new insights and ammunition for teasing.

With a smirk, Eris made his way to dinner with the sweet taste of Azriel on his tongue, already counting down the days till the next time he’d see his precious bat.

Thank you for reading, I hope you liiiiked it 🤭

Thank you so so much @the-darkestminds for beta reading and holding my hand throughout all of this lol 😘 and thank you thank you @jules-writes-stories for lovely headpats and feedback 😘

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Small Spoiler warning ‼️

Saw a frame of the new season where Jay had long hair so I drew all of them with long hair

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Photobombed by his girlfriend ♥️❄️

Happy holidays everyone 🤗

[casuallytalkingtothevoid]

Thinking a very normal amount about Tim being joker junior.

Thinking about Jason dying and Tim becoming robin out of necessity.

Thinking about Bruce not noticing Tim has been kidnapped because surely, surely his parents would file a report. Surely Tim must have been dragged into going on a trip with them and just didn’t mention it.

Thinking of Bruce not questioning things correctly because he is too busy grieving the previous robin.

Thinking of Bruce just thinking Joker Junior is a random kid.

Thinking of Barbra being the one to notice instead.

Thinking of Barbra consoling Tim after he kills the Joker.

Thinking of her taking Tim and letting him heal in the Drake estate.

Thinking of a file Bruce Wayne makes called Joker junior, one that Tim never looks at, that talks about a kid who killed the Joker and has been missing ever since.

Thinking of, months later, when robin returns to Bruce’s side, it just so happens to coincide with the return of Jack and Janet.

Thinking of Tim thinking Barbra must have told Bruce, but he just never came to see him. And that’s fine, because it isn’t as if they are family, Tim is just here to make sure Bats doesn’t go off the deep end again.

Thinking of Barbra not telling Bruce, because surely he already knows, he’s the world’s greatest detective. Plus she isn’t one to talk about other people’s trauma when they aren’t around.

Thinking of Tim hiding his laughter, because Batman would never let him keep patrolling if he knew he was still having fits.

Thinking of Dick not being there most of the time, and when he is, he mostly spends it arguing with Bruce.

Thinking of Tim knowing that Dick must know because he hears them fighting about the joker being dead once, although he did leave pretty soon after when he feels the laughter bubbling up in his throat.

Thinking of Jason coming back, attacking him at the titains tower, and telling him that he’s read all his files and knows everything about Tim. Obviously Tim takes this to mean he knows that Tim killed the joker as JJ. Because why wouldn’t that be in his file.

Thinking of Jason not having time to question when the little Robin who replaced him starts manically laughing once he sees him, because as soon as he hears the familiar laugh the green takes over completely.

Thinking of Tim finally feeling in control of himself, but then worst year ever happens. His parents are dead, Bruce is lost in the time stream, all his friends are dead, Robin is stolen from him, and everyone thinks he is crazy. He starts to relapse.

Thinking of Tim actually going a little bit crazy after that, trying to clone Bart and Kon, joining the league of assassins, doing all those crazy things he did during worst year ever.

Thinking of Cass learning after saving Tim from the daughter of Acheron. There isn’t much he can do but explain after she witnesses one of his fits.

Thinking about years later, when everyone has relationships more akin to Batman: Wayne family adventures, Tim still feels a little out of the group.

Thinking of everyone getting mad when he talks about the Joker, especially if it’s in front of Jason.

Thinking of Tim going silent or making himself scarce everytime the Joker is mentioned.

Thinking of a Tim who finds an excuse not to go out when Harley Quinn is.

Thinking of a Tim who hasn’t had an episode in years.

Thinking of a Tim who watches Jason get all this support for his trauma, while he doesn’t.

Thinking of him going to Barbra or Cass anytime he has a set back because they are the only ones who seem to care.

Thinking of a Wayne family who doesn’t know.

Thinking of a Tim who Knows they Know, but they just don’t care.

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[bl00dalchemist]

I watched HxH again as you may have noticed.

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You know I had to do it to em

Based on this post

Characters made using this picrew by PotatoLord, clumsily edited by me

Sword made with this picrew by iienex

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Young Celeborn and Galadriel, dancing together hehe ^_^

I thought I'd post this for for celedrial week because I just found out it was happening. I actually drew this a few months ago, which is why it doesn't fit the prompt for today. I'm hoping to draw something new for one of the days coming up, but I thought this would be fun to share for now!

This one is a bit on the rougher side, and I wasn't as practiced with markers at the time, but I still think it's pretty cute.

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The morally questionable scientist women mean everything to me

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first prompt was valentine’s day gifts suggested by pokeycub THANK YOU!!

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Picnic time. 💖💖

Commission for Sagittare Girl on twitter.

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No Innuendo (Ray x Reader)

(ᴀ/ɴ: ɪ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡʜɪᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜱᴜᴅᴅᴇɴ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ.)

DETAILS

Genre: ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ (ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛ)

Gender: ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ

Warnings: ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ, ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ

Word Count: 3135 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

Drained. If he were asked how he felt years ago, that would be his answer. It was draining to keep up appearances for the sake of being the shining bright hero. He felt tired and drained. At one point, he was having a dilemma with who he was. The dread of being in a constant battle against himself was slowly eating him. 

A star should shine, they say. But he felt like he was drowning. Amidst the popularity and persona he's portraying, something 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 was stirring within him. It's not like the public knows what his power is. Who knows what would happen if it ever got leaked? Would they still stare at him in awe? Or are they going to all turn away and look for another star?

Those were his thoughts years ago when he slowly accepted his fate as a hero. But who could've thought? Not him. He thought he would always be that "hero" then. A shining star in the sky, being stared upon by millions of people and being idolized like he's a god. Shining but alone.

Then you came along. No, you were just passing by. Wrong term again. You were robbing a house years ago. He just happened to be there. He was confused. Seeing a thief playing with the housecat they're supposed to be stealing from was never a sight he expected.

And shit.

How dare his lips crack a smile. How dare his body stay frozen and only watch you from afar. 

Yes, he won't lie.

What he did after that is...stalkerish. Tracking you down, trying to find an opportunity to get closer to you. He could easily do that as a hero. Finding you and using his fame to track you is easier but no, that would be too intimidating for you.

A lot of things have happened since then. Fighting aliens was never what he expected to be doing in the future but here he is. And then there's another one, a big change he welcomed wholly, you.

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He took off his cape, then glanced at your figure on the bed. You probably fell asleep for a few hours now. He can't blame you, he was gone for a while. He had rescued some people from another alien attack, coming home at midnight just now.

"...Star?"

He calls out just to confirm. When he didn't hear any shift or answer, he walked into the bathroom. After a long day, a warm shower might do him good. Especially after fighting aliens for who knows how long since they attacked suddenly. 

He turns on the shower. The fog blurs the mirror cover as the warm water cascades down his body. It felt...nice. He's not that physically hurt much, but a nice long shower is his go-to after hero work. 

His mind rewinds to that encounter just a few weeks ago. He was testing you and for a moment, he had thought he failed you. If it wasn't for your explanation, he would've...well, made shining the brightest a reality. For you to look for Ray instead of his persona, you know what words to say. 

His mind was cut off when he heard a creak. He looks slightly over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow as he catches your familiar figure in the doorway. 

"Star, I'll finish soon."

He spoke softly, seeing you peeking inside. His eyes met yours and..there was a long moment of staring before you spoke. You just woke up, and your voice is a bit groggy still as you speak.

"Take your time."

You coughed, clearing your throat more clearly before asking.

"Did you just come home?'

He tilts his head back, thinking for a moment before answering. He's not sure whether to face you or if you can see all of him through the shower mirror.

"Yes, a few minutes ago. Sorry, it took longer than expected."

He replied, running a hand over his damp hair. He turns off the shower and you perk up.

"You're leaving?"

He stops in his tracks with your question.

"The shower? Yes."

He answered.

"You usually take long ones."

"Yes, but you're awake."

"You didn't wake me though."

"..."

He turns slightly, glancing at your foggy figure through the shower mirror.

"What do you suggest, star?"

He heard you hum and you stepped closer to the shower mirror door.

"You should take your usual showers. I think I could use one too."

He tilts his head to the left, a small smirk forming his lips but before he could say something suggestive, you spoke again.

"No innuendos."

𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣��� 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨.

He bit his lip to stifle a chuckle before responding.

"Okay, no innuendos for today. Come on then."

He slides the door open and meets you face to face. He leans back against the cold tile.

"Don't tell me you're going in with your clothes on."

"I'm working on it. Patience, hero."

He chuckles as you roll your eyes while he watches you discard your clothes aside. He never thought he would feel so...domestic one day. Once again, you're making him feel things he thought he would never feel.

"I'll hop in now."

You spoke and he nodded. He held a hand to help you in, making sure you wouldn't slip as you stepped inside.

"Comfortable?"

"Hm."

You hum, sliding the door closed. He met your gaze and saw how it dropped to his body.

"...Eyes up here. No innuendos, you say."

He commented and you hit his arm. He laughed a bit while you found an excuse.

"It's an involuntary thing!"

"Right. You checked out people involuntarily, star?"

"I mean..."

He raised a brow when you pursed your lips as if thinking about it. Then you grin and look up at him.

"Only if it's you." 

You spoke so teasingly. He took a discreetly deep breath when you smiled so flirtatiously afterward.

"You like playing dangerous games, star."

"Hey, I said no innuendos."

You spoke and he shook his head, turning on the shower again. He sighs as the water flows down his body, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again to glance at you.

The cap of the shampoo bottle clicks as you open it up. He watches as you squeeze some amount on your palm then looks up at him.

"Come on, duck down a bit."

He smiles in amusement but follows anyway. He turns the shower off again.

"Wait here."

He opens the sliding door and looks beneath the sink where he keeps a shower chair. He steps out for a moment, turning his back to you while he retrieves it.

"𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙚."

He heard your thoughts and he already knew where you were looking. Somehow, your thoughts get louder when you're thinking of risqué things. It amuses him.

"No innuendos, y/n."

He spoke while he was getting the shower chair, using your own words again. He heard you gasp for a moment.

"Don't read my mind."

"I was not, you're thinking too loud, star."

"That doesn't make sense."

"Sure it doesn't."

He walks back and places the shower chair down before closing the door. 

"Do you still have the shampoo on your palm?"

"Hm." 

You hummed and gestured for him to sit down quickly. He follows anyway by sitting down and tilting his head back. He sighs as you massage his hair.

"...Did you insist on joining me just to do this?"

"What? No."

He chuckles.

"You're a very good liar."

You rolled your eyes and continued lathering his hair with shampoo.

"Your hairstyle is very different when you're in your hero outfit."

He sighs.

"Yeah, my makeup artist does that."

"You have makeup artists? Plural?"

He chuckles. His eyes are closed as he answers.

"I do. Appearance and all that."

"Hm. I do like your hair better when it's down though.."

𝙊𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 ��𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙨 𝙍𝙖𝙮

He opens his eyes.

"Star."

"Hm?"

He pauses for a moment. His lips parted as he thought of how to say it.

"Remember when we met..not exactly the first time but.. when I asked you about your opinion of Binary Star Hero? Back when you didn't know yet it was..me too."

He watches you blink. Your hands slow down in massaging his hair as you think about it.

"Yeah, I do remember."

"You don't like his eyes and smile."

"I don't."

You confirmed. 

"Why is that again?"

You pursed your lips as you thought about your answer before trying to remember how you said it again. Your hands gently run through his shampooed hair.

"Like there was something strange or unsettling with his bright smile and red eyes..?"

He hums, nodding.

"Something like that."

He thinks for a moment before continuing.

"It's like you saw right through me, even on the television screen."

He watches as you chuckle and shake your head.

"I mean, I think I wasn't the only human thinking about it, you know?"

"Maybe."

He reaches for your hand, putting it against his cheek while looking up at you.

"How about mine?"

"Yours?"

"Yeah, mine's. You said you like my hair better when it's down. How about my eyes or my smile?"

He caught sight of how your lips quirked up.

"I like it better too."

"Really?"

"Yeah, your sleepy eyes."

"Sleepy eyes?"

He watches you chuckle as you continue.

"You always have these tired eyes and a smirk. Oh, and the moles too.”

“The moles?”

“Yeah, those moles. It fits you naturally.”

You spoke, remembering when he first stepped into that cafe.

"You were cold by the way, at first."

He chuckles.

"Ah, that."

"Yeah, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩."

"Don't you like cold guys?"

"What? No."

"You found me good-looking though."

"I---Did you read my mind that time?"

You confronted and he hums, closing his eyes.

"Wash my hair, please. I'm going to turn blind and you won't see my tired eyes again."

He evades the question although you already knew the answer. You sighed and turned the small shower head on to use. The water felt nice as it rinsed the shampoo out of his hair. 

Warm.

Comfortable.

Contentment.

He opens his eyes again once you turn it off. He sat up straight.

"Your turn."

"My turn?"

"Yes, star. Your turn.”

He replied as he reached for the shampoo bottle again. He watches you sit down on the shower chair now.

"The chair is comfortable."

"I got it as a gift."

"A gift?"

You ask and he nods, washing your hair gently before lathering it with shampoo.

"I think it was a fan gift or something."

"A fan gave you...this?"

"...You'll be surprised by what kind of gifts they sent me."

"I don't know if I should be creeped out."

He stifled a chuckle.

"Fans are...fans."

You nod. He watches your eyes close as he gently washes your hair. His fingers prevent the water from pouring down your face. His eyes take note of each of your features, etching them into his mind.

"Done."

He spoke, turning the water off and helping you up. He smiles at you after putting away the shower chair.

"Come here. Soap next."

He watches as you raise an eyebrow.

"No innuendos?"

"You should be the one asking yourself that."

He replied as you pursed your lips slightly. 

"Your hands tend to wander, star."

He continued, seeing the slight flush of your face. 

"That makes me sound like a pervert."

"Are you not?"

"I am not!"

He laughs. His shoulders shake as he covers his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Fine, soap up my back then?"

"Your back?"

"Yeah, no wandering."

You grinned and he shook his head, pointing a finger at you.

"Bad star."

"I wasn't even saying anything."

"I could hear the gears turning in your head."

"I won't wander!"

You promised and he cocks an eyebrow.

"Promise?"

"...promise."

He bites his lip to stop laughing at the hesitation in your voice.

"Here."

He gave the soap to you, entrusting it to your hands before turning around. He could hear how giddy you were deep inside your mind as you soap up his back. Your hands lingered on his shoulder and traced the lines on his back down his waist then up again. At least, you haven't wandered yet.

"...Can I soap up the front too?"

He turns to you with an amused smile. 

"Since you didn't wander off, I could trust you just a little bit."

He watches you smile up to him with sparkles in your eyes. He shakes his head and reaches for your hand, placing it against his chest.

"Careful, okay?"

"I won't stray from the top. I promise."

"Good star."

He lets go of your hand and lets you begin. Watching you soap his chest and then up his shoulder, he sighs. He pushes stray hair behind your ear.

"You're soaping my chest too much."

He pointed out, which you just shrugged at before lowering your hands to his abdomen. He could practically hear your thoughts again. Your 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙 thoughts. 

He clears his throat.

"Remember your promise?"

"Hm? Oh, I do."

You replied, glancing up at him as if innocent from what you were thinking just now.

"...I think I'm full of soap now."

"You are?"

He covers a laugh, gently stealing the soap away from your hand while you sulk a bit.

"Yes, you’ve done enough.”

“I’m not soap up yet.”

Your response made him quirk an eyebrow, a bit caught off guard. He saw the satisfaction in your eyes while watching the slight tint of red on his cheeks.

“Is that an invitation?”

He questioned to which you responded with an innocent smile once again.

“I was just saying. Why? Are you offering?”

𝘿𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧.

You give him a smirk and he turns the shower on. The sudden spray of warm water surprises you as it hits your direction.

“Wha—Hey!”

You protested. He laughs before turning it off.

“There, I can soap you up now.”

“A little warning is much appreciated.”

“Well, your thoughts need some cleansing.”

“Don’t intrude my thoughts now!”

He laughs, guiding you softly to turn around. His hands massage your shoulder, attempting to calm you down and apologize. 

“Okay, okay, that was my bad.”

He spoke with a chuckle, pressing a quick kiss between the juncture of your shoulder and neck. 

“You’re a bad hero.”

You commented and he laughed more against your now wet skin from the shower. He placed one final kiss against the same spot before spreading the soap on his hands. He gently lathers up from your shoulder.

“Feels good?”

“Hm. I’m still deciding.”

He shakes his head in mirth at your hard-to-get attitude but continues to massage your muscles while lathering your back with soap.

“You feel tense here.”

“Where?”

“Here.”

He pressed further just below your lower back. He smirks up as he hears a satisfied moan leave your lips. 

“So?

“Y...Yeah, that felt good.”

He hums in satisfaction, wrapping his arms around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind.

“We should get you a better bed. That might help these muscles.”

“We don’t need to. I’m just getting older.”

“You speak like you’re sixty.”

You roll your eyes. He felt you leaning back against his chest. He catches your eyes when you tilt your head up slightly to look at him.

“You don’t get back aches?”

“Normally? No. Only if I hit the wall hard during a fight.”

“A wall? Are you sure your spine is still in proper shape?”

“I am. I go to check-ups for a reason.”

You hum. He watches as you close your eyes as if savoring the peacefulness surrounding the both of you in the shower. The only sound is their breathing and the water droplets from the faucet.

His thumbs put firm pressure on the spots on either side of your lower back again. He savors your soft moan as he gently massages the area in circles, relieving the tension stored in it.

“..Ray?”

“Hm?”

There was silence for a moment although he already knew what you were trying to say. He can read how your mind goes that way and he had to stifle a chuckle until you finally voice it out.

“You’re poking me.”

“Your mind described it as throbbing.”

“Ray!”

“You were making sweet sounds.”

He replied and pulled away. He leans back against the cold tiled walls and crosses his arms. He watches as you turn around to glance at him. Such a curious cat to even take a peek down his body. Shameless. 

He chuckles and turns on the shower, spraying the both of you underneath.

“Come, let’s wash up before you break your promise.”

The shower routine felt more domestic than he expected. Although there were some teasing moments and how he tried ignoring your thoughts, he managed to finish up. He dries his hair with a towel while you're dressing yourself into your usual pajamas. He's on his sweaters now as well.

"It's so early.."

He heard your comment. He glances at the clock. It is early, only two hours past midnight.

"Sleepy again?"

He asks and you shake your head.

"I can't sleep now."

He hums. That's what you always say when asking to cuddle with him.

"Ray, cuddle with me."

𝙃𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙞𝙩.

He glances at your figure on the bed through the mirror. He's getting used to this more and more, and looking forward to you asking him like this every night.

"Move a bit to the side."

He walks closer and settles down beside you on the bed. His arm propped up while resting his cheek on his hand.

"Alright, scoot closer."

And you did. He sighs and cups your cheek with one hand, gently caressing it with his thumb.

"Are you gonna kiss me goodnight?"

You asked.

𝙉𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧.

He chuckles, his cheeks tinting a bit. You could be bold in one minute.

"You want me to?"

"I think it would make me sleep easier."

"You always say that."

"And I always fall asleep after."

He can't say anything against that. You do fall asleep quickly afterward. His kiss somehow feels like a magic kiss at this point. 

"Ray?"

He shifted, leaning closer. His thumb is still caressing your cheek before his hand slides down your chin. He tilts your head slightly.

"Goodnight kiss it is then."

He replied and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then down to your nose, and finally, captured your lips with his. You welcomed him, even pulling him close. His lips move sweetly and gently against yours, deepening the kiss. 

It felt...nice being accepted like this. Just a few years ago, he let you get away with robbing the house of a legislator. Now, he's letting you steal his heart away.

[slepnded]

Helloooo @kaydeegiraffe! I’m your secret santa for this year’s @dcmkkaishinevents secret santa.

Hope you like it!!!

[kiwismitten]

Tired words | Wriothesley x GN!reader

Angst/comfort: Being the frontlines for the whole country’s fate can really make a man lose sleep. After the events that took place, and the sudden return of his lover he’s very snippy.

spoilers: main fontaine archon quest!

CW: yelling , reader almost ded , wriothesley kinda ooc (let me know if i missed anything!)

words: 1751

The halls of the Fortress of Meropide have never felt colder as you make your way to your boyfriend’s office. The events of the days before fresh in everyone’s mind. The incident in Poisson only a few days before your return.

You were on an academic trip to Sumeru, learning about the herbal medicines and picking up some fruits and herbs to bring back to Fontaine. As soon as the steam bird articles showed up at your host home’s door the night of the incident, you apologized and began packing your bags. You’ve never moved with such haste. Of course you know about the prophecy, and Wriothesley had told you before he didn’t even know if he was Fontainian and joked a ton about getting turned into water alongside everyone else. You personally, just weren’t willing to let him take that chance.

The rushed trip back still felt like it took twice as long as the venture there. Jogging through the city with your bag still on your back, listening to depressing conversations from the other citizens about their impending fate. Frantically, you reach the Fortress entrance, and make your way down.

That’s how you ended up standing outside your boyfriend’s office, anxiety coursing through your body. Even the fortress was in disarray. Your soft knocks on the door earn no response, so you slowly push the heavy doors open with a loud creek.

“Darling?” Your voice echos through the bottom floor, your eyes gazing over everything before landing on the strange staircase going further down that you never noticed before.You drop your bags at the door before cautiously venturing down. “Wriothesley?”

A strong hand grabs your shoulder from behind you making you gasp.

“What are you doing?” He looks exhausted, his tone of voice far from the playful, carefree Wriothesley you’ve grown attached to. Sounding closer to how he addresses inmates. Heat fills your torso with joy, seeing he’s okay, and you fling yourself at him wrapping your arms around him.

“You’re okay…” His normal scowl doesn’t leave his face. Different again since his face normally softens at your contact.

“Yes, yes I’m okay what are you doing here.” He says the bags under his eyes more pronounced than normal, sparking worry in your brain.

“I heard what happened in Poisson, and I left early,” You stood in front of him staring up at his towering figure. He sighs, wiping his face with his wrapped hand. His exhaustion seemed to be weighing on him harder at your statement.

“Why.. did you have to come back now?” he pinched the bridge of his nose between his pointer finger and thumb. Your joy falters at his display.

“What do you mean darling..” Your arms fall to your sides. He stares at your form, his eyes piercing through you.

“I mean I thought with you away I'd have one less thing to worry about,” Venom laces his words. “Especially coming to the fortress during times like this, I thought I’d finally be able to focus on the prophecy, but now with you here you’ll need me to be with you so often.” Your heart jumps to your throat. He’s never been so cold to you. Has he always seen being with you as a chore, or is it just the high stress of the current situation. The emotions thick in the air make it difficult to think rationally. The salty air filling your lungs feels heavy and overwhelming.

“I’ll get out of the way.. I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” Glancing down at your feet.

“Well I am. Now please, I have very important matters to get to.” He pushes past you mumbling under his breath. Stunned in silence, soft tears well in your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. Slowly, you made your way out of the fortress to stay at a small hotel.

You stayed at the hotel for the night, before the news of an archon going on trial reaches you in the morning. News travels fast in Fontaine, especially when there’s always a journalist creeping in the background. Deciding that staying and rotting in a hotel isn’t how you want to spend your first full day home, and you take a short stroll through the bustling streets. It’s as if no one really minds their impending fate. After reaching the opera epiclese you sit at one of the benches by the fountain. Staring into the water you smile remembering all the times you and Wriothesley sat at the near by benches eating together after his work. How you would lean your head on his shoulder listening to the soft roar of water as it cycles through, but if you were to melt into the sea now, it would be knowing that he brushed you away for being worried about him. A sigh escapes your lips as you continue your stroll, and eventually it gets interrupted by a crowd of people trickling out of the opera house. Gossiping amongst themselves about the archon, and not even batting an eye at the soft patter of rain on pavement.

The rain starts to pick up at an alarming rate, making people rush off under trees, and any form of cover they could find. A somber look rises to your face. “Is this it?” You take a seat on your normal bench, getting soaked in the pelting rain feeling the rain pool at your feet closing your eyes and letting the joyful memories flow through you.

All you really remember is the feeling of water picking you up. Floating through with a peaceful look on your face.Then a graceful arm wrapping around you and bringing you up, and you were suddenly in the air able to breath once again before everything went black.

Waking up in the fortress is never really a heart-warming experience. Especially when it’s in the cold clinical setting of the infirmary. The blurry metallic ceiling is the first thing you see, the bronze color only familiar to the fortress, so you’re immediately aware of where you are. You try to sit up, only to get pushed down by the smaller head nurse.

“Y/N be careful please, you’ve been out for a whole day you’re still healing.” Sigewinne frets over you holding her sticker covered clipboard.

“I feel fine,” You sit up in your bed, feeling the exhaustion hit you. You look around the other beds full of inmates. “I just need some food in me, and I’ll be right as rain.” a smile sheepishly crosses your face at the small joke. Sigewinne frowns and huffs as you pick at the various vital trackers attached to you. She helps a bit and takes out your IV.

“Just like his grace said you would,” you tense at the mention of him forcing a smile. “Just stay here he said to grab him as soon as you’re awake.” Eyes widening, you wait for her to leave before pulling the sheets off of yourself and rushing out of the infirmary. Your vision still blurry from the lack of food. Rushing through the halls, you stop at the canteen, smiling at Bran who waves you over.

“Ah y/n here for your welfare meal?” He smiles softly at your tired form before turning behind him to grab one of the nicer meals. “Courtesy of his grace, eat up.” You slip behind one of the many boxes before sitting on the floor and opening the delicious meal.

Wriothesley walks ahead of Sigewinne his heavy steps unmistakable. When he reaches the infirmary and sees your bed empty he curses under his breath. Sigewinne sighs pouting.

“I did ask her to stay your grace, but they did act weird when I mentioned I was fetching you,” Irritated he walks out, going immediately to the gardes who rat you out immediately.

Too immersed in your delicious food you don’t even notice the heavy steps approaching the canteen.

“What can I do for you your grace,” You stop mid-chew peeking out from the top of the box.

“Have you seen y/n I’m looking for them,” his voice has the carefree energy that you missed so much. His eyes dart around the canteen before meeting yours behind the box where you duck under again. “Ah, never mind, bran.” his heavy steps approach the box, his shadow looming over as you pop back up looking at your hands. He places a heavy hand on your head.

“Wriothesley,” you say breathlessly, tears threatening to fall again. At the break of your voice, he scoops you into his arms his long strides carrying you to his office. He wraps his arms around you as you feel small water droplets fall onto your clothes.

“y/n..” his voice cracks. You’ve never seen him break down like this, he’s the strong one, the one that never lets his strength falter. “I was so scared, i’m so sorry, I should’ve never said any of that shit to you, I was so stressed out after the fortress almost collapsed to the prophecy. I wasn’t getting enough sleep I was exhausted and I took it out on you. I’m so fucking sorry.” Seeing him crumble on top of you was heart-wrenching. His rambling spilling through his lips as his eyes dart across your face. “When Clorinde brought you onto the ship I just wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, I tried everything but you felt so cold..” He buries his face in your neck.

“I’m okay Wrio, I don’t know what happened but, I’m here I’m fine,” You wrap your arms loosely around his torso. “Honestly I thought I was gonna die with you angry at me, but now I’m here. Getting pushed away hurt, but we’re both okay,” You mumble into his chest.

“I’ll never speak to you like that again, I don’t think I could ever live with myself knowing you left this world with me angry at you when I had no right to be. All you wanted was to make sure I was okay,” He pulls away and holds your face in his hands. “You’re my whole world and I should’ve held that in the front of my mind this whole time. I don’t think I can say sorry enough my love.” His sharp eyes now soft as he leans in to place a soft caring kiss on your lips.

“We’ll be okay,” you melt into his touch, letting him hold you close

[lunarhobbits]

idea credit goes to @demonbarberofbeepbeep. inspired by this mr. darcy proposal powerpoint