#but he has such a special place in my heart

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Love, Copycat | NSH Riki | 西村 力

synopsis. 3 times you wonder why Riki likes copying you, and the 1 time you realize why

pairing. bsf! riki x fem! reader

tags. fluff, reader is oblivious, college! au, extremely self-indulgent, reader is a bit of a nerd, Riki indulges her nerdiness… a little too much, childhood friends to almost lovers (they’re getting there), attempt at comedic narration

essie's ✉️. “Soft Spot” by Keshi inspired this (I was possessed by it while writing this actually) Also please tell me someone has this as their love language too like it’s got such a special place in my heart:( And thank you to bestie @sweethoneyjays for beta reading !!

wc. 2.9k

Copycat.

It’s what you’ve always called Riki.

It’s his contact name on your phone, it’s the name you use whenever you talk about him, and it’s the name you call out whenever any minor inconvenience graces you with its presence.

Like right now.

“Mm?” He hummed in response when you groaned out your little nickname for him, his eyes never leaving the switch in his hands as he lay sprawled across your bed. 

All you could do in that moment was let out a sigh as you went slack against the backrest of your desk chair, your head hanging from its edge while you stared at the ceiling.

“I thought I’d love it, I truly did. It's a mystery, has secret societies, a commentary on classism and misogyny; everything I love in a book,” you said as you picked up the one on your desk and looked at it with contempt, “so why can’t I get through this one? It’s barely 500 pages.” 

Riki paused his game to walk over and sit on the ottoman you keep by your desk. You handed over the book for him to check out, and he mumbled as he read the title on the cover.

“Can’t you just do your assignment on ‘Babel’? It’s the same genre, has a secret society, explores the same problems, and it’s dark academia like this one, no?” He handed the book back to you after he finished reading the synopsis.

You blinked at him.

“You’ve read… ‘Babel’? As in… 1830s Oxford, the power of translation, daddy-issues-Robin ‘Babel’?”

There was a hint of confusion and amusement behind your surprised look, and a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. You never took Riki to be a book-worm in the nine years you’ve been friends, never once saw him pick up a book if it wasn’t for school.

At this point, you were less upset with your professor’s poor literary choice for your first assignment of the term, and more so delighted by the fact that your best friend had read what is probably your all-time-favorite book by your all-time-favorite author.

Unprompted.

Riki huffed out a little laugh as he got up and plopped back onto your bed, not before annoying you with a hair ruffle though.

“Yeah well it’s the only book you’ve been carrying around since last year. You’ve even filled it up with tabs and annotations” He resumed his game as he continued to talk.

“If it was good enough for you to keep around that long after finishing it, I figured I’d give it a shot.”

You didn’t know how to respond.

A comforting silence blanketed the both of you like it usually did when you guys would hang out, the sound of his game being the only thing filling in the space between the two of you.

All you did was stare at the switch-occupied boy on your bed, thinking his answer would make sense if you did.

You stared, and you stared, and you stared,

but to no avail.

You sat up properly and turned back to face your desk, opening the book to the page you left your bookmark on, and started to read like you weren’t just complaining about it a minute ago.

“Copycat…” You murmured to yourself, your reddened cheek pressed against the palm of your hand, elbow settled down on your desk.

Riki explained himself like that was the most normal course of action ever… and you know what? Maybe it is.

For him at least.

It’s then that you realize that you really shouldn’t be surprised at this point, not when it’s happened so many times before.

It is how he earned his nickname after all.

The birth of “Copycat” happened about two years into your friendship, some time in between grades 9 and 10, with your 9th grade second semester English finals being the catalyst of it all.

You were working on your paper during lunch break, stationed in front of one of the library computers as you scribbled down notes and did your research.

“I didn’t realize watching cartoons was considered data gathering.”

You pulled out your earphones and paused the show that was playing on the monitor. The sight of Riki and his teasing smile greeted you when you turned around in your seat.

“We’re tasked to do a literary analysis, Riks,” you gestured towards the computer screen while hitting him with a deadpan look, “and this cartoon is literature.”

Your retort didn’t wipe the playful grin off his face, instead it only served to widen it. Riki sat himself in front of the computer next to yours, setting his bag down on the floor as he switched on the CPU.

“What’re you in the library for?” You asked as you put your earphones back in.

“‘M also doing my English paper.”

“On?”

“‘Weathering With You’.”

“And yet you have the audacity to come at me for watching a cartoon for my finals,” you quipped and shook your head disapprovingly, earning a soft chuckle from him. “Tsk tsk tsk.”

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just call ‘Weathering With You’ a cartoon for the sake of our friendship,” Riki feigned offense, to which you fondly rolled your eyes.

“What’s…” He leaned towards your screen for a second to get a better look, “What’s ‘Voltron’ about anyway?”

And that, ladies and gentlemen, opened a whole can of worms.

You went on a tangent about how you have a love-hate relationship with the show, about how poorly the writers treated the plot and the individual arcs of two characters, and about how the main romance was bullshitted and didn’t even make sense—a tangent that lasted 10 minutes at the very least.

You were hit with a belated sense of embarrassment by the end of your little spiel, realizing that you just kept rambling on about the what-should-have-beens of a space lion cartoon.

You were about to either apologize or thank Riki for sitting through all of that, but he did you one better by asking;

“Is it cool if I watch with you?”

You were slightly taken aback; you weren’t expecting him to ask if he could watch your silly little show with him.

That’s how you two ended up spending the rest of that day’s lunch period in the library, sharing your earphones as the rest of Voltron’s season 3 played on the computer screen, Riki’s own research for his finals be damned.

Now, how exactly did this little library watch party serve as the catalyst for “Copycat”?

Well a week later, he came up to you saying that he watched the rest of the show. You didn’t think much of it besides being happy that Riki picked up one of your interests, now getting to geek out about the show with him; but then you noticed he started doing that with every other interest you’d mention from then on out.

You found out on a random Tuesday that Riki started liking a band that you absolutely love but only mentioned in passing; you were hanging out in your house, in the middle of Just Dance, when Riki brought up getting into that one movie series you talked about the week prior; and you were walking side by side one afternoon, Bisco in between both of you, when Riki told you that he picked up a hobby of yours.

“Copycat,” you muttered for the first time, right after he told you he tried that egg tart you really like from the bakery near your high school.

It was summer break. The both of you had just gone for a couple of rides around your neighborhood on your bikes, and now you guys were sitting curbside, cooling off with popsicles.

“What? You don’t like that I like what you like?” Riki asked as he took a bite out of his tangy ice lolly, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“No no, I never said that; I’m happy you’ve been refining your taste,” you quipped back with a smirk as you licked your own treat, “but that doesn’t make you any less of a copycat.”

The humming of cicadas filled the silence between the two of you, and for a while you simply appreciated the way the trees swayed and the way speckled sunlight hit the pavement you were sitting on. 

You didn’t think about how the both of you would still carry that silly off-handed nickname years later, well into your sophomore year of uni.

You never stopped to wonder why.

Why Riki kept copying you, to be specific.

It’s not like you minded, far from that actually—though you’d never admit to that and give up the fondly annoyed front you put up with him.

You were simply curious.

And so were Jake and Sunoo, apparently.

“No, because you’d have to strap Riki to a chair if you want him to actually watch something.” Sunoo explained, exasperation laced in his voice.

“That isn’t an exaggeration, by the way,” Jake chimed in, “we had to hold him down just so he’d watch ‘Love, Rosie’ with us.”

“You’re serious?” You laughed at the thought of Riki being held down exorcist-style just for a movie.

The three of you had been doing uni work in a cafe for about two hours at that point, hunched over your laptops and lecture notes while sipping on watered down iced coffee. Your much needed study break came in the form of Riki slander.

“I honestly don’t know how you do it.” Sunoo sighed as he closed his laptop.

“Hmm?” You hummed in response, not quite sure what he was referring to.

“You know, getting Riki to do the things you like with you.”

“Yeah whenever he gets into something new or recommends something to us, we ask him how he found out about it and he’d say ‘She likes it, so I thought I’d give it a shot too.” Jake added.

“Oh-”

You didn’t really know how to answer that, because you never had to ask Riki in the first place.

“Well if I’m being completely honest, I don’t. He just…” You vaguely gestured to nothing, “does it himself lol.”

The apples of your cheeks went pink and you tried to play it off coolly by pretending to write notes down, but it was too late because Sunoo already had a knowing smile on his face.

Jake was about to ask Sunoo why he was grinning from ear-to-ear when Riki arrived, immediately sitting next to you and greeting you with a pinch on your cheek. You pretended to swat it away but made no real effort to get him off you.

“Copycat,” You greeted with a blank tone, acknowledging his arrival without having to look at him, not with your face all red.

“Hello, Shortie.” Riki greeted back with a fond smile before he turned to face the two other boys at the table, “My dear hyungs.”

Jake went in for a dap, and Sunoo just rolled his eyes.

“Why’re you late? We’ve been here for two hours already.” Sunoo scolded, though there wasn’t any real bite to his words.

“Sorry, should’ve texted you guys; Sola needed help with homework, and my older sister needed a ride to her part-time.” Riki explained as he set down a box in the middle of the table.

“I also took a detour and bought snacks for you guys.” He added as he opened the lid. You looked at the box and sure enough, it was from that bakery you mentioned to him all those years ago. The sight of the egg tarts’ golden caps and the smell of their buttery crust felt like a hug from a dear old memory.

Jake immediately grabbed a tart, and Sunoo did a little happy dance before thanking Riki (he even threw in a “you should be late all the time if you’re gonna buy us snacks like this~”)

“Oh my God these are amazing.” Sunoo groaned as soon as he took a bite, face crumpling in what looked like anger from how good the tart was.

“Where did you buy these?” Jake asked, equally as impressed by the little pastry in his hands.

“A bake shop near our old high school,” Riki answered simply.

He pulled out a tart from the box and handed it over to you, a soft smile on his lips as he glanced your way. “These tarts are her favorite, and the bakery was en route to here so…”

Riki didn’t finish his sentence, instead opting to dig into an egg tart himself as he opened up his notes and started to work.

You were too surprised by his last statement that you forgot to take a bite out of the treat in your hands.

It tasted a lot sweeter and felt a lot warmer since you’ve last eaten it. And no, it’s not because the bakery switched up their recipe.

You started to understand why; why Riki kept copying you, for that matter.

And it only took one last push in the right direction for you to fully come to your senses.

“You’re not getting anything?” Riki asked. He followed closely behind you as you browsed the shelves of the music shop you guys were in.

“Not today at least,” You answered, eyes still focused on the jewel cases in front of you, “I just wanted to check the place out to see if they’ve got any of the albums I’m looking for.”

“I saw Big Thief and The Marias back there.” Riki mentioned.

“Yeah, I did too.” You smiled.

“They’re definitely on my list; I just need a little more time to save up so I can buy a few of the CDs I want in one go.” You explained as you placed back a Sade album on the shelf. “I kinda want to have more than one album on hand with me; more variety, y’know?”

The both of you left the music shop empty-handed that day.

On a bus ride home from uni about two weeks later, Riki asks you if you’ve saved up enough to buy the albums you want.

“Not yet, almost there though,” You answer simply before sporting a cheeky smirk, “Why? Want to buy them for me instead?”

“Please, if I had that kind of money, it’d go straight to my Steam wishlist.” Riki mused.

“Ahhh yeah, Hades 2…” You sucked in a breath.

“Exactly.”

There’s a momentary silence between you two, filled up by the humming of the AC unit and the thrumming of the engine.

“Why’d you ask anyway?” You asked, looking out the window.

“Hmm? Oh- uhhh…” Riki stammered for a bit as he rummaged through his bag. He pulled out a CD before handing it over to you.

You looked at the jewel case in Riki’s hand and then at him.

“What’s this?” You asked as you slowly took it from him and scanned the front cover. 

It read, “Love, Copycat,” with a drawing of you below it.

Before he could even answer, you realised what it was.

“I uh… made you a playlist,” Riki said in a hushed and bashful tone, a contrast to his usual confident and playful demeanor. “I thought I’d make you one while you saved up for the albums you want. You seemed pretty excited about using that CD player.”

You felt a pang in your heart when you looked up to see the sincerity in Riki’s eyes and in his shy smile.

“I added all your favorites—Clairo, The Japanese House, Adrienne Lenker.” He tapped the case in your hands, and his timid grin made way for a little pride to shine through, “I even drew a little portrait of you for the cover.”

You couldn’t stop looking at Riki. You were consumed by the thought of him going through the effort of buying the blank CD and jewel case, curating the playlist, downloading the songs, burning them into the disc, and making a custom cover—a hand-drawn portrait of you.

And then it hit you, all in one go.

Oh.

I’m stupid.

All those shows he watched, those hobbies he tried, those songs he listened to—all those interests he wouldn’t have been within a 10-foot radius of if it wasn’t for you;

He wasn’t copying you.

Riki did all that for you.

To say that he tugged at your heartstrings would be the understatement of the century—he straight up yanked at them. You only realized then that Riki had your heart in the gentlest of  chokeholds, and you wished he’d never let go.

Thwack.

A flick to your forehead.

…Okay maybe you did wish he’d let go, just this once.

You rubbed the spot Riki struck as you stared daggers into him, “WHAT THE HELL MAN?”

“WHAT??? You were zoned out for ages,” Riki laughed, “had to make sure you were still alive.”

You shook your head and scoffed before your eyes landed on the jewel case in your hand, another wave of silence—this time bubbling with tension—washing over the both of you.

You hesitated for a moment, but for once everything was clear to you—how you feel, what you should do.

So you threw all caution to the wind and rested your head on Riki’s shoulder, a quiet “thanks” making its way past your lips.

Though you might’ve not seen it,  Riki bit back a smile in hopes that it would quell the pounding in his chest. Slowly, he reached for your hand and gently intertwined your fingers together.

Riki’s voice was barely above a whisper, it was only for you to hear the smile in his words.

“Took you long enough.”

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The Morgue Thing: Dennis Whitaker x Reader (feat: Donnie Donahue)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @sargeant-sad-eyes

Companion piece to:

Peppermint - The taste of peppermint will always have a special place in Dennis's heart.

It’s been three days and Dennis still doesn’t know your first name.

When you’d handed him back his phone he’d discovered you’d saved your number under the peppermint candy emoji. He has no idea if that’s some sort of clue or if it’s because he told you he liked the taste of your lipbalm on his mouth.

When he asks around it turns out everyone is just as clueless as he is.

“We call her Lis,” Donnie tells him as Dennis helps him turn over South 17. “I’m not sure if it’s because her last name is Lisbon or if it’s her first name. We don’t get a lot of time to chat when she’s up here because it’s all about getting the body squared away so it doesn’t freak out the natives.”

Dennis nods his head in understanding as he deposits the bloody cotton pads into the yellow hazardous waste bin.

“She’s good at what she does I’ll give her that.” Donnie says as he smooths his palm over the sheets of the bed he’s making up. “A friend of mine had to identify her sister after a car accident and sung her praises, she was very kind with the family, conscientious. Some of the shit they see down there, it’s alot more messed up than what we get up here.”

“How can that be true?” Dennis asks, his thoughts returning to the insanity of Pittfest. That had been the worst day of his life and Dennis, he’d had some shitty days before moving in with Santos.

“Think of all the fucked up stuff we see in here, the domestic abuse cases, the stuff with kids, fires. They get the end result of that, the stuff that happens when the ambulance is too late or no one cared enough to call one. It’s why most morgue assistants flame out after a year, the job is that brutal.” Donnie says shaking his head as he ticks off the checklist on the tablet, reopening the bay for use. “She’s been here five years, the girl must have the heart of a lion.”

Dennis is still thinking about that when he meets you outside on the steps after his shift. It’s just past seven and you’re leaning against the wall that lines the hospital, your hair falling loose across your features the same way it did that night. He wants to reach out and push it back behind your ear but he doesn’t because it feels inadequate without your name, like it lacks meaning.

“I need to tell you something.” He says as he takes up residence beside you.

You sigh and the sound makes his chest tight as you thrust your hands into the pockets of your denim jacket.

“It’s the morgue thing isn’t it?” You say, staring out into the park across the street. “Me being around the deceased, you can’t handle it.”

“What?” He says, shaking his head vehemently. “That’s… Has that been a problem before?”

You tilt your face towards him, the edges of your mouth tipping up into a sad smile as your eyes turn distant.

“You’re a great guy, you don’t have to pretend.” You say pushing off the wall and stepping into the street. “I’ll see you around Whitaker.”

It’s the use of his last name that snaps him into action, the detachment behind it. His hand catches your arm, drawing you back to him and you look at him with such surprise in your features that he panics.

“It’s not the dead people.” He says abruptly. “I just don’t know your name! We’ve been texting for three days and I was too embarrassed to tell you. I know you told me back at the karaoke thing but Santos was singing so loud and so badly-”

You laugh then and that sound, it lights up his insides like sunshine after a long, cold winter of rain.

“It’s Lola.” You tell him. “Lola Lisbon.”

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boyfriends bsf! satoru x reader

finallyyyy posting a concept that has been on my brain for months. lord.

cw’s!!: gn! reader, angst (>:3), ur dating suguru so he is the bf in question, andddd this takes place in the canon universe so. do w that what u will :p

wc: 1.3k (whoopssss got carried away ><)

boyfriends bsf! satoru who was in love with you from the moment the two of you met. you were a transfer student, quiet and a little stoic but not rude by any means. if anything, he teased you for being too formal.

boyfriends bsf! satoru who invited you to every group outing, slowly but surely trying to urge you out of your shell. he introduced you to suguru and shoko and you were set from there!

boyfriends bsf! satoru whose face goes beet red the first time he hears you laugh. not a small giggle or an amused scoff — a full, loud laugh at something suguru had said. he didn’t notice how nervous you had seemed while talking to his best friend, he didn’t mind how you only laughed at sugurus jokes like that… he was just happy to be there to witness it for himself.

boyfriends bsf! satoru whose heart drops when you tell him about your crush on suguru. he knew suguru felt the same, he had told satoru not too long after he introduced you to him.

“i’d say to go for it.” satoru finally declares, causing you to raise a suspicious brow. what was his deal? you expected him to have a bigger reaction over this…

he only shrugs at your suspicious look. “just sayin’. what’s the worst that could happen?” he puts on a cocky smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. “what, you scared of lil’ sugu?” he leans closer, poking at your side to tease you. he only laughs when you click your tongue and push him away.

boyfriends bsf! satoru who isn’t surprised whatsoever when you and suguru get together a couple weeks later. he starts taking more missions for a while after that.

boyfriends bsf! satoru who’s surprisingly supportive after his “emo funk” (name courtesy of shoko). he even recommends spots for dates (they were all coincidentally catered to your tastes. spots that he had planned to take you… at least they were being put to good use now instead of rotting in his brain).

boyfriends bsf! satoru who bites hard into his tongue or cheek whenever he sees the two of you particularly close during a few of their hangouts. sugurus whispering something in your ear with that lovesick little smile on his face and you’re giggling while watching him with heat in your cheeks and hearts in your eyes.

boyfriends bsf! satoru who has to excuse himself to the bathroom when you and suguru show up late to a hangout with huge smiles and disheveled hair. it was the faint purple mark on the soft skin of your neck that did him in, making bile rise in his throat.

but of course, things change, don’t they? all good things must come to an end.

what goes up must come down.

satoru was the one tasked with telling you about suguru’s defection (“you’re their best friend, satoru. they won’t believe anyone else.” yaga had told him, giving a sympathetic squeeze to the teens shoulder. as if that would fix anything. as if that would fix the way you had gone completely numb at the news when he told you later that day. he had never seen you so lifeless before).

he blocked that out of his memory to the best of his ability.

(ex?) boyfriends bsf! satoru who visits your dorm as much as he can after that. he has to take more missions due to there now being one less special grade sorcerer, but he makes sure to remind shoko to check on you when he’s gone for long periods of time. it’s what suguru would’ve wanted.

(ex?) boyfriends bsf! satoru who doesn’t even sleep in his own dorm anymore. what was the point when you were calling him over every other night because of your nightmares?

(ex?) boyfriends bsf! satoru who’s so gentle while handling you. he helps you wash your hair and brush your teeth and he hand feeds you every meal (to make sure you actually eat the food he brings you) despite your protests that you were fine.

(ex?) boyfriends bsf! satoru who doesn’t say anything when you cuddle up next to him every night the both of you lay down next to each other, he just languidly wraps an arm around your middle and traces patterns over your shirt.

“i miss him.” your words are nothing more than a whisper into satorus clothed chest, but he hears you loud and clear.

his movements halt for a moment and he shifts to pull you closer to his chest. “i know. so do i.” you don’t say anything about the shakiness in his voice.

(ex?) boyfriends bsf! satoru who sees you cry for the first time that night.

(ex?) boyfriends bsf! satoru who gently guides you to look at him so he can wipe away your tears while whispering small comforts until your breathing slows.

your head is back to resting against satorus chest, the only remnants of your previous sobbing being small, hiccuped breaths that were too stubborn to go away.

“what if…” his voice breaks the silence, snapping you out of the faraway expression you were sporting. he searches for what to say. it was strange to see him look so unsure.

“what if he comes back?”

he’s not asking to be cruel, you know he isn’t. you know what he’s really asking though. you don’t have an answer to his unspoken question.

“hey.” he calls out softly when you don’t speak. his volume is the same as before but he sounds more urgent now, like he’s ready to beg for something for the first time in his life.

he takes your face in his palms again, his eyes searching your damp face for anything but the numb expression that had lingered since suguru left.

“you can’t leave.” god, he’s trying so hard to sound firm but his voice cracks when he calls your name. “you can’t follow him, i won’t-… i can’t-“ his eyes narrow like he’s going to snap at you, but the sharp words die on his tongue when his eyes start watering out of frustration.

“i’d have to kill you- both of you-“ he’s desperately trying to reason with you, his palms pressing into your cheeks. “you can’t expect me to do that.” he’s shaking his head now, denying an unspoken (inevitable) fate.

you try to call his name, to reassure him that you weren’t planning on leaving (were you lying to yourself or to him?) but he’s shut you out. he’s still holding you but his teary eyes are unfocused.

and you don’t know whether it’s the heat of the moment or desperation to get him to listen, but your lips are brushing against his before you can even process your own movements.

the touch is featherlight but it’s enough to quiet his racing mind. he sees the conflict in your eyes, the shock at your own actions. he can tell that it wasn’t meant for him, that for a brief moment you saw him instead of satoru. you don’t say anything, though. no frantic apologies, no embarrassed scrambling to pull away from him. you just… stare at him. the same way he’s staring at you.

the kiss wasn’t meant for him, but… can’t he act like it was? what difference would it make if suguru wasn't there to receive your love anyway?

(ex?) boyfriends bsf! satoru who presses his lips against yours in a proper kiss before you can pull away from him. suguru left him to pick up the pieces after his departure and that’s exactly what he was doing. if grief is just love with nowhere to go, satoru would gladly give you somewhere to put that love. it’s what suguru would’ve wanted.

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I Understand!

Daisuke is a little unfair here lol. Hwan can only do so much against Su and his stubborn nature and I don't think Su would have been receptive toward anything sexual

Daisuke: Hwan. What is the issue?

Hwan: i’m sorry Boss. Su is a bit...diffcult to handle

Daisuke: It's been a few months and yet still no progress?

Hwan: He has gotten better. He at least leaves his room but refuses to see his siblings or leave the property

Daisuke: Has he said anything?

Hwan: He refuses to speak with me but he speaks frequently with a friend back in San My. Asks often of a sim named Grayson

Daisuke: Hm...

Hwan: I attempted to speak with him about this Grayson but he was immediately on the defense.

Daisuke: I was under the assumption that your shared heritage would prove to be helpful here. I’m extremely disappointed

Hwan: I'm sorry Boss! I’ll work harder

Hwan: Please Boss! I’ll work harder!

Daisuke: I’ll speak with Su and that should make your job easier. I’m hosting a New Year celebration and I want you to make sure Su attends and does so with his Father. Understand?

Hwan: Yes Boss!

Daisuke: I’m expecting good things after tonight. Use force if you have to. If you are not able to accomplish this you’ll be meeting with Tadashi

Hwan: I understand

Daisuke: You look much better.

Su: Do I? I feel like shit being kept a fucking prisoner and having that guard dog watching my every move

Daisuke: Just covering my all my bases

Su: You’re so full of shit

Daisuke: I know you’re upset with me but your obsession with Grayson was going to end up with you being dead

Su: Fuck you.

Daisuke: San My wasn’t the place for you. You’re needed here, your sibling needs you so do I

Su: God. Just fuck off with that bullshit. We both know you don’t need me. No one here does

Daisuke: Your father is planning on selling your younger siblings off to the highest bidder. You had a mother to protect you, they don’t

Su: Don’t bring up my mother! You don’t have the fucking right to bring her up right now. What the fuck do you want me to do about it? Take them under my wing? Give them my piss-ass protection?

Daisuke: Your protection means more than you know.

Su: Don’t put that shit on me! That man isn’t my father and this isn’t my fucking family. Let me fucking leave! This is bullshit!

Daisuke: Su. I’m truly sorry about what happened to your mother. We both know what happened that night, but we were too young, powerless and weak to do anything about it. It’s different now and your father can’t keep endangering our family. I can finally do something about it and I need you to help me with that

Su: What the fuck do you want me to do? I haven’t seen that man in years

Daisuke: He can’t be the head of the side family any longer. He’s become too much of a liability, I want you to take his place

Su: Are you insane? I don’t know these people and I don’t want to rub elbows with these sick fucks

Daisuke: You have to

Su: He’s not going to trust me. His son who disappeared for years is back? to make amends? You’re being stupid

Daisuke: He doesn’t have a choice, he’s going to need an heir and you’re his firstborn. Your younger brother isn’t cut out for this business and your father knows it. He’s not aware that I brought you back or that I’m here right now. This is the best chance to be by his side and protect your younger siblings. Let’s not repeat the cycle

Su: Doesn’t matter what I fucking say. You’ve already made up your mind

Daisuke: Good. Hwan will fill you in on the details. I’ll keep in touch

Hwan: Jesus. My heart dropped down to my balls

Tadashi: You looked good on your knees. That would have softened my heart if I was the boss

Hwan: Please shut the fuck up

Tadashi: I’m just saying. You looked so pretty on your knees maybe if you do that for Su he’ll be easier to control.

Hwan: I’m going to drop kick you in the fucking throat you sick fuck

Tadashi: Don’t be a prude. I thought that was your speciality

Hwan: Just die already

Tadashi: Don’t be such a prude. The boss’s lady has a twin brother. A cute little thing, think I should go for it?

Hwan: Sure. When the boss finds out I’d love to see River fuck your shit up

Tadashi: *tsk* It was just a joke

Hwan: Hurry up and die

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

Happy birthday to our Shivanika ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Today people around the globe are blessing his existence and celebrating his birth 🌸

I myself am immensely grateful for the creation of such a beautiful character (inside and out!). He has made a big and positive impact on my life and my mentality, and I am a much happier and more confident person than I was this time last year. Sylus means more to me than I can say, and he will always have a special and unique place in my heart.

In honor of our dragon and his love of nature and animals, I've donated to the Wildlife Conservation Network, or more particularly to the Lion Recovery Fund. I feel he would approve ❤️

[sweet-pea-channie]

Shadows of the Exile - Part 9

Azriel x female!reader

Summary: It is Solstice, and Azriel has prepared a special gift for Y/N. The atmosphere is filled with warmth and anticipation as the celebrations unfold. However, beneath the festive mood, emotions run deep—unspoken words, lingering glances, and a tension that neither Azriel nor Y/N can ignore. As the night progresses, the gift he presents is more than just an object; it carries meaning, feelings that he has long kept hidden

Warnings: Emotional tension, slow burn, yearning, angst, fluff, soft!Az, comfort

Word count: 5.4k

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The last rays of sunlight bathed the House of Wind in golden light as Y/N stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the delicate embroidery on her dress. The deep midnight blue fabric clung to her skin, a gift from Mor, who had given it to her a few days ago. Her mother sat on the edge of the bed, observing her with a gentle smile.

Her mother and her brother, Kieran, had been in Velaris for a week—for the first time. And since the Town House didn’t have enough space, they had spent this time together in the House of Wind. It had been an unfamiliar but beautiful experience, showing them Velaris and rediscovering the city through their eyes.

"You look beautiful, my daughter," her mother said, standing up to weave Y/N’s hair into an intricate braid. "And you seem... excited."

Y/N returned her smile in the mirror, but inside, a storm was raging. She was excited—and she knew exactly why. Azriel. They had grown closer over the past months, leaving unspoken words between them, words that danced in the air like sparks.

"It’s Solstice," Y/N steered the conversation toward a safer topic. "One of my favorite nights of the year. The traditions are so beautiful—the shared meals, celebrating with friends and family, the gifts. And of course, flying through the night with strings of lights around our necks." She chuckled at the memory of last Solstice. "Cassian and Feyre placed a bet last year on who could stay in the air the longest while pouring ‘their’ Solstice whiskey into the sky. It ended with Rhysand barely managing to catch Feyre before she crashed into a snowbank."

Her mother laughed softly, running a gentle hand over her shoulder. "And what did you get for your friends?"

Y/N turned to her mother and smiled. "For Mor, a new pair of boots, handcrafted from Illyrian leather—she swears she’ll never give up her old ones, but I think that’ll change once she tries these on. For Cassian, a book of legends about the great Illyrian warriors—even if he won’t admit it, he loves those stories. And for Amren..." Y/N grinned. "A small jewelry box filled with fine gemstones from the Dawn Court. Maybe I can bribe her into finally teaching me how she controls her magic."

"And Azriel?" her mother asked quietly.

Y/N’s heart beat faster. She had spent a long time thinking about what to get him. It shouldn’t mean too much, but also not too little. Something personal. "A new pair of gloves made from the finest shadow silk," she finally said. "I enchanted them myself to retain warmth. I hope he likes them."

Her mother nodded knowingly. "I think he will love them. And perhaps, tonight, you should give him the greatest gift—honesty."

Y/N was about to respond when she felt it. The shadows. Quiet, whispering, barely noticeable—but there—right outside her door. She was certain it was Azriel. Her mother noticed it too and grinned knowingly. She had observed all week that something remained unspoken between her daughter and the spy. That they were both too cautious to take the first step. So she simply shook her head with a smirk as Y/N hurried to the door, nearly tripping over her dress in the process.

She yanked it open—and there he was.

For a moment, Azriel looked as if he had just regained his composure. But he hadn’t. Not truly. He had only meant to check on her, to ensure she was well before the evening’s celebrations. But now, standing before her, he was utterly, hopelessly transfixed.

The dress was stunning—there was no doubt about that. Mor had excellent taste. But it wasn’t just the deep blue fabric that held his attention, nor the intricate embroidery that seemed to shimmer with the faintest starlight. It was her. The way the material clung to her curves, the way her skin glowed under the fading light. The way her eyes searched his, wide and uncertain, as if she wasn’t sure what he was thinking.

If only she knew.

Azriel’s breath caught, and his shadows curled around his shoulders, shifting restlessly, mirroring the chaos within him. He had always thought she was beautiful, but tonight... tonight she was something else entirely. A vision. A temptation.

His fingers twitched at his sides, aching to touch her, to brush away the strands of hair that had escaped her braid. He forced himself to stay still.

Y/N could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. Did he feel it too? This pull between them, these unspoken words tangled in the air?

Azriel cleared his throat softly and stepped closer. "I haven’t seen you in two days," he said gently, his voice a dark, familiar timbre. "And I wanted to ask if you might spare some time for me tonight."

Y/N blinked. "Time for you?" she repeated, confused. But when she saw the small twitch at the corner of his lips, the way his shadows curled softly around him, she finally nodded. "Yes… of course."

Azriel seemed pleased, but then his gaze drifted over her shoulder. Only now did she realize that her mother was still in the room. He gave her a respectful nod. "I hope your stay in Velaris has been pleasant."

Her mother merely smirked and was about to reply when another figure suddenly approached.

"Oh, there you are." Kieran stepped to the door, arms crossed. "Is everyone ready for dinner?"

Azriel let his gaze flick from Kieran back to Y/N before nodding. "Yes. Let’s go."

Y/N took a deep breath before joining him. Something told her that this evening would be more than just an ordinary celebration.

As Y/N stepped out of the room with her family, the hallway was already filled with voices. Mor stood with Elain and Lucien, laughing as they waited for the others. Elain looked at ease, almost happy, while Lucien leaned against the wall with the elegance of a High Fae, his amber eyes scanning the arrivals attentively.

Azriel remained by her side, his wings rustling slightly as they walked. He didn’t say anything, but she could feel it—the way his presence lingered close, the way his shadows brushed against her own. And when their hands accidentally touched, when his fingers grazed hers for the briefest moment, she knew.

This night would change everything.

When Lucien’s gaze landed on Y/N, his eyes widened briefly before he gave her a warm smile. "By the gods, is that really Y/N from the Dawn Court?" He opened his arms, and without hesitation, Y/N stepped into them, letting him pull her into a tight embrace.

"Lucien! It’s been ages!" She laughed as she pulled back to take him in. "I never thought I’d see you in Velaris. And for Solstice, no less?"

Lucien grinned and shrugged lightly. "Well, Elain convinced me that it was time." His gaze flicked briefly to Elain, who smiled shyly, then back to Y/N. "But what about you? I hear you’ve found your place in the Night Court."

Before Y/N could answer, Kieran stepped forward and extended a hand to Lucien. "Who would’ve thought we’d see you again?"

Lucien studied him briefly before shaking his hand with a polite nod. "Kieran, as charming as ever."

Azriel, who had remained silent beside Y/N, shifted almost imperceptibly, his shadows drawing closer around him. The conversation between Y/N and Lucien stretched longer than he would have liked—familiar, almost playful. And when Lucien, with a charming smile, said, "If you ever need a change of scenery, the Day Court has its own appeal," that was enough for Azriel.

His gaze narrowed slightly as he watched Lucien’s amber eyes flick over Y/N’s dress, her hair—lingering just a second too long for it to be accidental. Azriel’s jaw tightened, his wings shifting ever so slightly—a telltale sign of his displeasure.

He cleared his throat and stepped closer to Y/N. "If you’re finished, perhaps we can go?" His voice was calm, but Y/N recognized the possessive undertone.

She blinked in surprise before shaking her head in amusement. "Of course, Spymaster. I didn’t realize we were in such a hurry."

Lucien chuckled as Azriel walked past him with a curt glance. "Well, it seems you have someone here who is very intent on making sure you don’t get lost."

Y/N couldn’t suppress a smirk as she followed Azriel. His wings twitched slightly, and even though he said nothing, she knew he had heard every second of that conversation. And he hadn’t liked it one bit.

The food was served, and the conversation shifted to stories from the Dawn Court. Y/N’s mother, full of pride, began recounting anecdotes from Y/N and Kieran’s childhood.

“Oh, you should have seen her as a child,” she began with a smile. “Y/N was an absolute troublemaker. I still remember when she convinced Kieran to pour paint all over a statue of the High Lord – as an ‘artistic enhancement.’”

Y/N groaned and let her head sink against the backrest of her chair. “Mother, please don’t.”

“Oh, yes! And then there was that one summer when she insisted that she would one day become both a warrior and a healer. I think she swung a wooden sword around for days – until she stabbed herself in the leg with it.”

Amren snorted in amusement, while Cassian laughed loudly. “Sounds like we missed out on a great talent for the Illyrian army.”

“Or a danger to herself,” Nesta muttered dryly.

Azriel had leaned back during the stories, an amused smirk playing on his lips. Every now and then, his dark eyes flickered to Y/N, who was sinking deeper and deeper into her seat.

“I love these stories,” he finally said with a distinct grin.

Y/N shot him a narrow-eyed look. “You don’t have to grin like that.”

“Oh, but I do,” he replied calmly. “Oh, I definitely do.”

His voice had that soft, dark tone that always sent a shiver down her spine. And she knew he would remember every single one of these stories – and most definitely use them to tease her in the future.

Y/N sighed and took a large sip from her glass. “I should never have introduced you all to my family.”

Kieran grinned and leaned back. “Too late.”

Then, something flickered in Kieran’s eyes – mischief – as he turned to the table, seemingly casual. “But you know what’s really a story worth telling? Y/N’s first great love.”

Y/N almost choked on her wine. “Kieran!”

Cassian, immediately sensing an opportunity to test Azriel, leaned forward with interest. “Oh, this sounds good. Tell us more, Kieran.”

Kieran pretended to think. “Oh, she was quite young, but so in love. A healer apprentice from our town. He always brought her flowers, and she thought he was the most romantic fae in the world.”

Azriel’s jaw clenched slightly, but he said nothing, simply watching Kieran with a calm gaze.

“And? What happened to him?” Cassian asked with a broad grin.

Kieran shrugged. “Oh, she dumped him eventually when she realized he had no backbone. But until then, she was completely smitten.”

Cassian roared with laughter. “No backbone, huh? Sounds like you already had high standards back then, Y/N.”

Y/N shot her brother a venomous glare. “I really hate you right now.”

Azriel still said nothing, but his gaze remained fixed on Y/N – attentive, calm, with an expression only she could decipher. She couldn’t decide whether it was amusement or something entirely different.

Kieran grinned widely, satisfied that he had managed to push Azriel just a little bit. But Cassian, who could sense the tension exactly, only shook his head with a grin and whispered to Azriel, who was sitting beside him, “Honestly, Az, at some point, you need to open your mouth.”

Azriel merely raised an eyebrow, took a sip of his wine – and said nothing.

Y/N felt her heart beat just a little faster.

Later, as the evening progressed and the conversations around them grew more lively, Y/N, Mor, Nesta, and her brother Kieran sat a little off in a cozy corner on one of the many balconies. Comfortable chairs were arranged around a low table, and another glass of wine was pressed into Y/N’s hand as she leaned back and watched the soft flickering of the candles.

Mor, always the curious one, stared at Y/N with a mischievous grin that made Y/N almost uneasy. “Okay, now tell me, Y/N. What happened between you and Lucien?”

Y/N, who had just been focused on her glass, tried to react as inconspicuously as possible. “I don't know what you mean.” Her voice was too calm as she brushed off the question.

“Oh, come on, Y/N,” Mor pressed further, leaning in a little closer. “The way he was looking at you…” She grinned even wider. “It was so obvious!”

Kieran, sitting next to Y/N with a glass of wine in his hand, couldn’t help but smile. He had seen everything that had happened between Y/N and Lucien, but he knew it was an entertaining topic for the evening now. So he just kept sipping his wine and said nothing while Mor and Nesta leaned in toward Y/N, eagerly waiting for her to spill something.

Nesta, noticing Y/N’s discomfort, chimed in with a grin. “You know, we’re not letting this go until you tell us. You owe us this much, Y/N.”

Y/N groaned and shook her head, trying to defend herself. “It was nothing, really,” she murmured, but her cheeks had already taken on a slight shade of red, betraying her words.

“Oh, come on, you can’t just leave us hanging!” Mor laughed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Tell us everything.”

The two women, relentless in their teasing, kept pressing Y/N further. She knew there was no point in resisting any longer. Finally, she let out a deep sigh and leaned back.

“Okay, fine,” she finally began, rolling her eyes slightly but knowing she could no longer escape. “Lucien and I may have slept together a few times.”

Mor stared at her with wide eyes as if she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “Wait, WHAT?” Mor was absolutely shocked. She hadn’t even had the slightest suspicion that something like that had happened between them. “You and Lucien?”

Nesta burst into laughter and clapped her hands in the air. “Oh my gods! You kept this a secret from us, Y/N! I never thought you’d keep it hidden for so long.”

“It wasn’t planned,” Y/N defended herself, crossing her arms. “We just grew closer when I often went to the Spring Court to collect herbs. I got to know Lucien there, and… that’s just how it happened.”

Kieran chuckled softly. “Of course, she didn’t tell me. But I figured it out. Didn’t he visit you in Dawn that one time?” he said teasingly, taking another sip from his glass.

“Oh, I’m really shocked,” Mor said, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. “I mean, who would have thought that Lucien…”

“Yeah, me neither,” Y/N quickly interrupted her. “But it just happened. And after that, we… well, we saw each other every now and then. But that was it.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” Nesta said, still laughing. “But now you have to tell us… how was it? What was the best part?”

Y/N stared at her in horror. “Nesta! What do you mean?!”

“Come on, we need the juicy details!” Mor teased further.

“No, I’m not telling you that,” Y/N said, crossing her arms, her cheeks still flushed, but she couldn’t hide a crooked smile. “Let’s just say it was… nice. That’s all you’re getting from me.”

Kieran, still grinning, set his glass down and stretched lazily. “You know, I actually caught Lucien sneaking out of the clinic once,” he said, his voice carrying just enough drama to pique everyone's interest.

Y/N groaned and covered her face with her hands. “Oh no. Kieran, don’t.”

Nesta and Mor immediately perked up. “Oh, this is going to be good,” Mor said eagerly, leaning forward. “Tell us everything.”

Kieran smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “It was late—past midnight, I think. I was walking by the clinic, and I heard the door creak open. Thought it was a thief at first.” He paused for effect, watching their reactions. “So, of course, I went to check. And who do I see sneaking out, looking suspicious as hell?”

“Lucien?” Nesta guessed, grinning.

Kieran nodded. “Lucien. His hair was a mess, his shirt was buttoned all wrong, and he looked like he’d just been caught committing a crime.”

Mor let out a laugh, covering her mouth. “Oh my gods.”

“Oh, and the best part?” Kieran continued, eyes gleaming. “He tried to pretend he was just ‘checking on Y/N.’ Said she had been working late and he wanted to make sure she was okay.”

Nesta burst into laughter. “That’s the worst excuse I’ve ever heard.”

Y/N, who had been sinking deeper into her seat, groaned. “I hate you all.”

“Oh, don’t worry, sister,” Kieran teased, giving her a playful nudge. “We only laugh because we love you.”

Mor wiped a tear from her eye, still laughing. “I need more wine. This is the best story I’ve heard all night.”

The atmosphere was light, the conversation among the women a lively mix of curious questions and suggestive remarks. With each sip of wine, their words grew bolder, their laughter louder. But just as Y/N thought the worst of the teasing had passed, Mor’s eyes gleamed with renewed mischief.

“Alright, Y/N,” Mor began, a wicked grin stretching across her face. “I still want to know… how was he?”

Kieran, who had been nursing his drink in peace, groaned dramatically and leaned back in his chair. “Again, can we not do this? The last thing I want to hear about is that red head trying to impress my sister in bed.” He shuddered for emphasis, earning a round of laughter.

“Oh, come on, Kieran, it’s all in good fun,” Nesta teased, nudging him with her elbow. “But it’s cute how you’re the one so desperate to protect Y/N’s secrets.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “I hope none of you actually think I’m going to answer that.”

Mor leaned in closer, her expression triumphant. “Oh, we know you won’t. But that’s not going to stop us from getting it out of you one way or another.”

Nesta smirked, her gaze flicking to Mor knowingly. “And if you don’t tell us,” she purred, “we could always have a little chat with a certain someone. Maybe let slip how you’ve been having the wildest fantasies about him.”

Y/N’s stomach flipped, her face heating instantly. “You wouldn’t,” she hissed.

Mor’s delighted cackle said otherwise. “Oh you know we’ll do anything to reveal your dirty little secrets.”

Azriel who just wanted to join the small group, heard the teasing tone in Mor’s voice, but instead of making his presence known immediately, he had remained in the shadows of one of the pillars. His shadows had warned him that a heated discussion was underway—and when he heard Mor’s amused voice, he knew it was about Y/N.

For a moment, Y/N debated putting up more of a fight—but she knew them too well. They wouldn’t let this go. So with a dramatic sigh, she leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice as if sharing a scandalous secret.

“I just hope Elain likes it vanilla,” she murmured, lips curling into a smirk. “Because that’s all he can do.”

Mor gasped, Nesta nearly choked on her drink, and Kieran groaned so loudly that it only made them laugh harder.

Y/N clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide as she registered what she had just admitted.

“Oh my gods,” Mor wheezed, wiping away a tear. “I was not ready for that.”

Y/N shook her head, laughing despite herself. This was exactly why she should never have let them get started on this conversation. And something told her this wouldn’t be the last time they used it against her.

"Who would have thought? Our quiet little healer likes it rougher in bed."

Azriel tensed involuntarily. His jaw clenched as he watched Y/N’s reaction. She raised a hand to cover her heated cheeks and laughed awkwardly while Kieran merely sipped his wine with a grin. Nesta shook her head in amusement as Mor continued to prod gleefully.

Azriel didn't know why this conversation bothered him so much—or maybe he knew exactly why. The thought of Lucien... No. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. But just as Nesta was about to make another comment, he stepped out of the shadows and cleared his throat.

The conversation came to an abrupt halt. Four pairs of eyes turned to him. Y/N blinked in surprise, her lips still slightly parted as if she had been about to respond.

"Sorry, but may I steal Y/N for a moment? I have something to show her."

His voice was calm, almost casual—but his gaze was locked on Y/N. She didn’t know exactly what it was, but something in his posture, in his expression, made her heart race.

Mor and Nesta exchanged a look. Then Mor grinned. "Oh, of course. Wouldn’t be surprised if it’s a gift. Have fun, you two!"

Y/N slowly stood up, almost hesitantly. She was relieved to escape this conversation—but at the same time, Azriel’s sudden presence made her heart stutter.

As they stepped outside, the cool night air hit her. Y/N wrapped her arms around herself and looked up at Azriel. "What’s going on, Azriel? Do you really have something for me?"

A small, mysterious smile played on his lips. "Yes, actually. I haven’t given you your Solstice gift yet."

Before she could reply, he looked at her seriously. "But... there's a condition. I'd like to take you on a flight."

Y/N froze.

Azriel knew her story. Knew the truth about what had been taken from her. He knew that she avoided flying—not because she was afraid, but because every time, it painfully reminded her of what she no longer had.

Her fingers tensed slightly, and she averted her gaze. But then he said softly, "Only if you want to. I’ll hold you."

Y/N slowly lifted her head, searching his gaze. Azriel was never one to pressure—but in this moment, she felt that he wanted her to try.

And maybe she wanted to as well. She took a deep breath, then nodded. "Okay."

Azriel stepped closer, took her hand, and gently pulled her toward him. When he lifted her into his arms, Y/N instinctively held her breath.

Then, with a powerful beat of his wings, he pushed off the ground.

The wind tugged at her hair, and for a moment, Y/N instinctively tensed, gripping him tighter. But Azriel’s hold was steady, his arms wrapped securely around her.

"I've got you," he murmured close to her ear, his voice a dark reassurance amidst the roaring wind.

And slowly—very slowly—Y/N began to relax.

The sky above Velaris stretched endlessly before her, the city lights shimmering like a thousand tiny stars below them. She had forgotten what this felt like. The freedom, the silence of the night, the tingling in her stomach.

But the best part wasn’t the flight itself—it was Azriel.

His warmth, the way he held her, as if she were the most precious thing in the world. She dared to look up at him, only to find that he was already watching her.

Their eyes met.

Something flickered in Azriel’s gaze—something that made Y/N’s breath hitch.

But then he turned his head back forward, focusing on their destination. They landed softly in front of the Town House, and Y/N felt the cold earth beneath her feet as Azriel slowly set her down.

She didn’t know what to say.

But Azriel just smiled slightly. "Did you like it?"

Y/N swallowed, feeling her cheeks grow warm. "Yes," she whispered. "It was... beautiful."

Azriel watched her for another moment, then nodded in satisfaction. "Come on. I still have something for you."

She followed him into the house, still feeling as though she were floating—not because of the flight, but because of something else entirely.

He led her through the house, but something was different. He kept positioning himself in a way that prevented her from seeing ahead, which only piqued Y/N’s curiosity further.

Y/N couldn’t contain her curiosity. The moment Azriel took her hand and guided her into the Town House, she began questioning him.

"Where are we going?"

Azriel sighed, shaking his head slightly, amusement glinting in his dark eyes. "You’ll see."

"But what is it?"

He shot her a meaningful look but ignored her repeated question, leading her further into the house.

"Is it something big?"

"Y/N."

"Something small?"

Azriel rolled his eyes. "Cauldron, you’re worse than Cassian."

"Oh, that’s rude." She laughed, unable to hide her excitement. "But come on, give me at least a little hint."

"No."

"You’re impossible."

He only grinned as he led her through the rooms, always making sure to block her view. Every time she tried to sneak a glance past him, he was faster—distracting her or positioning himself so his wings completely obscured her sight.

Finally, at the end of a long hallway, they stopped in front of a door leading out to the garden. Azriel turned to her, his gaze shimmering in the soft night light.

"Look," he said with a mysterious smile.

He stretched out his arms as if to block her view for just a moment longer, and when Y/N tried to step to the side, he playfully unfurled his black wings, completely shielding her sight.

"Azriel," she whispered in astonishment, laughing softly. "What is this?"

She couldn't help but admire him in his elegant outfit, his majestic wings casting shadows in the dim light. It was a captivating sight. Azriel stood before her, in a moment so quiet that she simply couldn’t look away.

"I spent the last week building something for you," he finally said, his voice as calm and serious as ever, but with a hint of pride. "You’ll see in a second."

With a swift motion, he stepped aside, and when Y/N finally saw what had been hidden behind him, her breath caught.

Before her stood a beautiful greenhouse, its doors wide open, lights twinkling in the dusk as if illuminating the night itself.

"I built it for you," Azriel said, his voice full of meaning.

Y/N could hardly believe her eyes. "You built this for me?"

Without hesitation, she ran toward him, throwing herself into his arms. It was a spontaneous embrace, as if she wanted to pour all the words she couldn’t say into this gesture. She held onto him as tightly as she could, and for a moment, it felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be.

Azriel looked surprised for the briefest of moments, but then he slowly lifted his arms to return the embrace—yet before he could fully hold her, she had already pulled away.

Almost breathless, she spun around and ran toward the greenhouse.

"This is incredible, I can't believe this!" she exclaimed as she stepped through the open doors.

Azriel followed her with a small smile, leaning against the doorframe. "I take that as a sign that you like it?"

Y/N turned to him, her eyes shining. "Azriel, I love it."

He held her gaze for a moment—and in that moment, he knew that something had changed that night. Something between them. Something he could no longer ignore.

Azriel opened his mouth to say something—to finally speak the words that had been burning on his tongue for weeks, no, for months.

But before he could even begin, Y/N turned around with bright eyes and ran deeper into the greenhouse.

He took a deep breath, let his hands fall back to his sides, and watched her.

How she moved through the space with excitement, her fingers gently brushing the wooden frames of the garden beds. How she was already in her element, even though she hadn’t planted a single thing yet.

"This is amazing," she murmured, more to herself than to him. Then, she turned with a beaming smile. "I can’t wait to plant everything! I think I’ll put medicinal herbs up front so I can reach them quickly. And over there—" she pointed to a corner, "I could grow a small selection of flowers. Not just for potions, but just because—because it would be beautiful, wouldn’t it?"

Azriel leaned against the doorframe, his heart tightening in a way he couldn’t control.

"And here," she continued, still wandering through the greenhouse, "I could plant some of the rarer species. The ones that need more care. I’ll probably need some trellises for climbing plants—oh, and a small worktable would be good, maybe here?"

She didn’t even turn to look at him, too lost in her thoughts.

Azriel had never seen her this happy.

Then she reached a raised garden bed at the far end of the greenhouse. Her steps slowed as she crouched down, running her fingertips through the dark soil. There was magic woven into it, and she could feel a warmth here that wasn’t present anywhere else in the greenhouse.

Her brows furrowed slightly.

"Azriel…" she began cautiously. "Is this…?"

He stepped closer, his voice quiet but certain.

"Yes," he said. "I also made sure to bring soil from the Spring Court, so all the herbs and flowers can grow in here."

Y/N inhaled sharply. Her eyes sparkled in the gentle lantern light, and for a moment, she seemed almost speechless.

Azriel could see how much this meant to her. He could feel it.

He wanted to reach out, to touch her—her cheek, her hand, something. But he held himself back.

And with each passing heartbeat, he realized this was not the right moment to tell her what she meant to him.

She was happy. She was so completely immersed in this moment that he didn’t want to interrupt her.

So instead, he simply watched her.

Because for him, there was nothing more beautiful than seeing Y/N’s eyes alight with joy.

Y/N ran her fingers along the edge of one of the garden beds, feeling the fine earth between her fingertips, and shook her head ever so slightly.

"I can’t believe it," she murmured, her voice barely louder than the soft rustling of leaves in the faint evening breeze.

She turned in a slow circle, her eyes sweeping over every corner of the greenhouse. Her mind was racing, ideas swirling, and before she knew it, words were spilling from her lips.

"I could put my best pots here…" she gestured toward a free space near the door. "The heavy terracotta ones, so they don’t shift. And there—" her hand flew to a shelf along the wall. "That’s where I could keep my glass bottles with extracts and dried flowers. Maybe I could even fit a small alchemy set…"

She took a few more steps, looking up as the soft moonlight filtered through the glass ceiling.

A quiet, reverent smile touched her lips.

"Look," she whispered. "The moonlight falls in just the right way here. I won’t even need many faelight lanterns at night. It’s… perfect."

Azriel still stood at the entrance, arms crossed as he leaned against the frame, saying nothing.

He just watched her.

How she moved through the space with such excitement, how she noticed details he hadn’t even thought of. How she didn’t just see this as a gift—but as something that was truly hers.

He saw the way her lips moved softly as she kept planning, half-speaking, more to herself than to him. She barely noticed him anymore, too lost in her thoughts.

Azriel could have watched her like this forever.

He knew her as a healer, as a warrior in her own way. But now, he saw her in a kind of happiness that didn’t stem from battle or duty—but from pure, unrestrained joy.

And in that moment, he knew:

This was the best gift he could have ever given her.

Taglist: @princesssunderworld@tele86@quiet-because-it-is-a-secret@rose-girls-world@iluvyewman-blog@gluecksbaerchieee@lreadsstuff

[jaychrilo1144]

Ramble post #028273729

Topic: trans people, being in the lgbt community, and the Harry Potter/ Marauders Community.

Tw: mentions of sa

I've been thinking a lot about the ruling in the UK and Jkrs actions toward it and her response. I've been thinking a lot about how terrifying it is here in the States right now with a proud, bigoted dictator.

My heart and soul are so fucking heavy right now. I try not to show it, but I know Im a naturally anxious person, and these things have been sitting in the back of my mind. Festering the more I try to ignore it because I have no one around me irl who will talk about this with me. I hate living in the silence all the time.

I havent had any problems here so far, but I want to make this message loud and clear. If you are a TERF, or a transphobe in general, if you are homophobic, sexists, racist, xenophobic, then get the hell off of my page. I will never stand for any of that here, ever. Because if you are going to act intolerate and ignorant for no reason, then I will for a good reason. My safety, and the safety of others.

I will make this loud and clear. Trans women are real women. Trans men are real men. Nonbinary/ Agender people are valid. Marriage was around BEFORE religion. Lgbt love is real and valid love.

No woman should be afraid to be arrested because they are using the womens restroom. Are we seeing how absurd that sounds? How scary that is for transwomen? How scary that is for women who don't fit the feminine stereotype? ALL WOMAN IN GENERAL??

Im going to put this very plain and simple and it may shock some of you so be prepared. If a man desperately wanted to sa or grape a woman in the bathroom, he would. If he wanted to dress as a woman and harm other women, he would. Lets think rationally. A Real transwoman is not going to go through all of the hormone therapies, or surgeries, or other tasks to transition just so that she can get into the womens restroom and inflict harm. I can guarentee that a man is not willing to go those lengths for that, because he can infict harm if he really wanted anytime.

Transwomen are real women just trying to live their lives like everyone else.

What scares me more is how are they going to police this? Are they going to start checking peoples genitalia to determine if theyre in the "right" bathroom or not? Absolutely the FUCK not!

This affects women as a whole.

Now. We need to talk about the fandom. Never will I ever allow another penny of mine to be given to that horrid author. Ever. However, the hp and marauders fandom has changed my life. I become more accepting of myself because of it. I've found such an amazing community full of incredible artists, writers, bloggers, and other creatives alike. Ive said it before, we have taken a world born from bigotry and turned it into a place of inclusivity in spite of the creator and hp and marauders will forever have have a special place in my heart.

With that being said. You can hate the artist and appreciate the art. How? Where u put ur money, you put ur support. For instance. Me personally I avoid Starbucks. They won't be given my money because of their unfair treatment and being anti Palestine was the cherry on top, also im poor and its not worth it. Are there other companies like it? Yes but but i chose starbucks. It's a small change on ur end that becomes a collective change when everyone else is involved, and together, we significantly dropped starbucks earnings.

Same for jkr rn. You know what she supports and where she takes her dollars earned from viewers. How do you enjoy the world of hp then? Dont give her the money, dont give her attention on social media. Dont interact with her accounts. Block her. Want to buy the books or even the video game? Buy them second hand or from a nondirect seller. I have resources to recommend. Do NOT WATCH THE NEW TV SERIES!!!! I just know that with casting choices, there are going to be racial micro aggressions in the show, and that's more hate that the world doesn't need. Get involved with the community on here, ao3, and/or other SM platforms.

My friends and siblings of the LGBT+ community (and allies), it is important more than ever that we take a stand to love, support, and protect our fellow trans people. Sacred safe spaces are becoming more sparse. Protect the spaces we have now and help to create new ones. It feels like we are going back, and its up to us not let it happen.

Stay safe, everyone. You are loved. You matter. There is always a safe place for you here.

Thank you 💛

[laneboyheathens]

Glad I found you! I’ve been meaning to get into melshian. They’re a cute couple. Any recs?

Thank you for giving me this delightfully indulgent opportunity to gush about all of my favourite Melshian fics. Given I have read every (yes every) fic in the tag (and then some) and enjoyed ALL of them, I do encourage anyone to check out whatever piques their particular fancy, however, these are my favourites and some good starting points to 'get-into' the ship!

Melshian Fic Recs

The Boarders of Infinity 24k E

If you only read one fic on this list, it has to be The Boarders of Infinity by the talented @tellallthetruth-but-tellitslant Starting in Narkina 5 through to a canon divergent ending of Season 1, wobbly builds this wonderful and tender relationship between Melshi and Cassian. Funny, sexy and sad, I have come back to read this fic over and over (and its sequel The Warrior's Apprentices which includes my all time favourite line in Chapter 3).

Turn The Page 20k E

"When they meet after years apart, Melshi finds Andor has forgotten everything except him." Another wonderful and tender fic from wobbly, with a reunion, recovering from injury and amnesia Cassian, once again this one makes my heart ache.

Mirror 9K T

Another reunion fic that jumps back and forth between Yavin and post-Narkina/Niamos time. @faceofpoe succeeds in making me deeply melancholy as Cassian and Melshi toe the line between platonic and something more. The line “If I’m being entirely honest, I never really figured out how to do… any of this… again either.” has been stuck playing on a loop in my head since I first read this. Angsty, tender and bittersweet. (Another honourable faceofpoe fic has to be Double 3k G for beloved Melshi POV <3)

A Rock In The Water 9K M

Taste_is_Sweet is one of my favourite authors, and I deeply adore all of their Andor fics (One Bite at at Time is MY all time favourite). Set sometime before the events of Rogue One, Cassian receives some news while on a mission and takes it very badly. Heavy angst and heavy themes handled very well in a way that makes my heart hurt about them. TW Attempted Suicide

something beautiful 3k M

"Melshi loves Cassian; Cassian needs Melshi. All the way to the end." this is a very apt title because this fic really is something beautiful, the narrative construction and the poetic nature of love and need. And oh they are so doomed by the narrative (oh my god they were doomed by the narrative).

hope springs eternal 3K G

Missing scenes from Episode 11, featuring nerve damage, touch-starved Melshi, cuddling and hope. Very soft, tender and full of comfort, a really lovely Gen entry on this list.

Observer Effect 2k E

By the very talented @bright-thorn in which Melshi and Cassian overcome the limitations of prison life by having a long distance (six foot of electrified floor) relationship. With a angsty gut punch at the end that kills me every time.

The path will follow you 7k T

"Stationed on Dantooine a few years later, Private Melshi finds a part of his past converging with his future." I deeply enjoy each and every one of @p-paradoxa 's fics, but I keep coming back to this one. Reunions and farewells, reintroductions and "He could find his way back, but he couldn’t stay." <- losing my mind actually!!!

take these embers; burn with me 3k M

Melshi needs a haircut and is also No.1 Cassian Andor simp. So many excellent excellent Melshian tropes and headcanons in this one I adore it <3

Aller-Retour 4k T

@elwenyere is a wordsmith genius and has written many many of my favourite Melshian fics, but Aller-Retour holds a special place in my heart and on my re-read list. Comfort and stolen intimate moments, this really is everything I love about them as a ship (and they were doomed. oh my god they were doomed.)

Subsection: AUs

(it could be wrong) but it should have been right 6k E Omegaverse

@thevalleyisjolly *pointing* that is my very good friend who's fics I love and adore and who never fails to make me feel completely insane always and forever. AJ's Omegaverse AU of the time on Niamos is a wonderful, funny, and insightful exploration into agency, desire as an act of rebellion, the socio-economic implications of secondary sex/gender under Imperial rule. It's got it all! I highly recommend reading, even if Omegaverse isn't your usual cup of tea, this one is something special. (and if Jynmelshian floats your fancy What Is This Feeling? Is so so excellent I am gnawing on the doorframes shouting from the rooftops EVERYONE READ THIS!!!)

Pierce the Skin 71k (WIP) T Vampire AU

Another fic from Taste_is_Sweet which I devour with reverence every update because I am first and foremost an absolute angst loving goblin. Still set within the Andor timeline, Cassian and Melshi have a meet-ugly that almost kills them both, and then they keep meeting, again and again. Vampire AU my beloved, fundamentally changed my brain chemistry forever and I am constantly thinking about it.

Subsection: Life-Affirming Sexual Encounters

All of these hit a specific vibe of comfort and reclamation of self through sex, these bitches are touchstarved and I re-read these frequently.

Together, We Made It 3k E

meeting place 2k E

Shorelines 4k E

I would also be remiss not to mention that Whatever Happens Now: Melshian Zine comes out on 22nd April, with the theme reunions and farewells, and I will be absolutely going balls to the walls about all of the amazing fics that are soon to be dropping! @melshianzine

Thank you for the ask and for giving me the opportunity to gush about everyones work! This is by no means an exhaustive list, and every other fic in the tag is excellent and I hope you all know I cherish each and every one of them <3

[jazzingout]

Hiii my birthday is coming up so I was wondering what do you think the seraphims + kings (+ any nobles you'd like to write about) favorite cake flavors would be? Thank youuu💖💖💖

I did really well at an interview and rode that high and I was able to crank out a bit, do enjoy and happy super early birthday!! Will have something too on your actual birthday too :D

It's pretty long so under the cut it goes!

Also included little drabbles with your mc for a couple of them giving you cake ;)

Seraphim

Raphael: Angel Food cake

Raphael cut May a slice of cake, making sure that he arranged the strawberries in the shape of a heart before he placed it in a container. He watched her all day, receiving presents and slices of cake, which made the cake he held in his hand feel heavier. It's just a simple cake, one of his favourites, but would she like it too?

When she was finally alone, he dropped down behind her and pulled her into a hug before shoving the container with the cake into her hands before flying off before Beelzebub could hit him with his whip.

“Happy birthday May, hope you enjoy the cake”

Michael: Strawberry Cheesecake

Gabriel: White vanilla bean cake

Kings

Lucifer: Strawberry pound cake

Asmodeus: Ass jkjk red velvet

Mammon: Black Forest cake

Mammon watched May as she stared up at the cake he got to celebrate her birthday. It was taller than even him, covered with cherries and chocolate and whip cream. He gestured to one of his workers and got a gold cake knife as he walked up behind her.

“Shall we get you a slice my master?” He asked as he handed her the knife, his hand holding hers as he guided it to the cake, his other hand on her waist. “You get the first slice beloved, since it is your birthday.”

Satan: Strawberry shortcake

Beelzebub: Peanut butter and chocolate

Leviathan: White chocolate strawberry truffle cheesecake

Belphegor: Devil’s food cake

Nobles

Belial: Cherry garcia cake

Bael: Carrot cake

Foras: Whipped cream cake(very similar to angel food cake)

Beleth: Coffee Cake

Amon: Vanilla berry cake

Eligos: Strawberry cake with loves of strawberry and ribbon decorations

Valefor: Chocolate orange sponge cake

Valefor walked with Eligos as they carried their cakes to give to May. Eligos had a small skip in his step as he carried his cake, an excited sparkle in his eye. “Do you think May will like it?” Eligos asked. “I mean, everyone is giving her a cake, but do you think she’ll like mine more than Paimon’s? Since it’s super cute?”

“I’m sure May will like it Eligos,” Valefor said, both of them finally reaching the main hall that held many cakes around. Mammon’s cake had a whole table to itself and almost reached the ceiling. Valefor reached one of the other tables that others were allowed to offer their cakes to Solomon’s descendant and opened the box that held the cake he chose.

It was a simple chocolate orange sponge cake but it was still a cake he helped make, and he knew she would appreciate every cake that was given to her.

He’ll see her later during the celebration and can give her a slice himself and also know she will enjoy the special present he has for her later.

[cressidagrey]

Can I ask what the magic ingredient is that you use in your stories? I've been here since the very first chapter of Stay Through It All, and I swear, with every chapter of every story, I get more hooked. From the characters, to the storylines; your impeccable attention to detail, and the community you've created with your readers, I'm just in awe.

I hope you know how amazing you are 🩷🩷🩷

(Sorry in advance for the spam)

- Bee holds such a special place in my heart. She's just a tiny ball of goodness and deserves to be protected as such forever.

- And Belle...

- I've loved all of your characters, but there's just something about Belle. And it's not just because she's a fellow dresage girl (though maybe that has a little bit to do with it).

- The way the Leclerc family treat her? The comments they make? Charles must have blinkers on because how do you think your sister is flirting with GP and then entirely miss everything with max. (the running, the restuarant, the press conference, THE PENTHOUSE)

- Moving on before my brain explodes...

- The group chat? I laughed so loud at the april chapter that I woke my dog up (it was 3am and she was NOT impressed)

- Brocedes arguing? Fernando's "I've been waiting for this"? Seb, Mark, DC and Fernando are thriving. I love the chaos

- Someone check on Checo though.

- Lando's gonna faint at some point, isn't he.

- Emilie is the GOAT

- but also Victoria and Belle 🥹

- Also I kinda love the way you portray Jos in this?

- You mentioned possibly including Miami and Hungary, but did we consider Singapore??? (It's been nearly seven months and I'm still recovering)

- I can't wait to see Belle's reaction to Max finding Fleur though 🥹 I fear I may sob.

h my god. Oh my god. I am putting my face in my hands and squealing because this message is just… it’s EVERYTHING 😭🩷

First of all, I’m absolutely overwhelmed by your kindness — thank you. Truly. There’s no “magic ingredient” except the fact that readers like you exist, and bring this level of love, energy, and genuine connection to the stories. You are the magic. I just write a lot of emotionally repressed race car drivers and let chaos happen 😂

The fact that you’ve been here since Stay Through It All makes me want to sob (in the best way), and that you’re still here now — connecting with these characters and feeling them so deeply — it means the world to me. So let’s break this down before I melt:

Bee being your comfort character?? Immediate serotonin. She's just a tiny chaos machine full of kindness and she deserves the world.

Belle... I’m so glad she’s resonating the way she is. She’s quiet but strong, soft but determined, and yeah — being a fellow dressage girl helps 🥹

The Leclerc family will know pain. Charles seeing everything except THE MAN WHO LITERALLY LOVES HIS SISTER

The group chat is now legally its own character. It has arcs. It has factions.

“Someone check on Checo�� and “Lando’s gonna faint” — YES. We’re in full emotional triage mode and Max does not care.

Emilie is the MVP. No notes. She’s already claimed Maid of Honor rights.

Victoria and Belle 🥹 I didn’t know I needed that until I wrote it and now I ache.

Jos?? Honestly?? He’s the grumpy-silent protector nobody saw coming. Not a word, but he’s there. With the wallpaper. And the death stare.

And SINGAPORE??? Ohhh I’ve considered. I’ve absolutely considered. My notes app has been whispering about it for months 👀

And finally: Max + Fleur + Belle = emotional destruction. No one is ready. Not even me. You will sob. So will I.

[bullet-prooflove]

Virgin: Dennis Whitaker x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @julius-ceasar @happyfox43 @totallynotavampir3 @cosmic-psychickitty @sargeant-sad-eyes

Companion piece to:

Peppermint - The taste of peppermint will always have a special place in Dennis's heart.

The Morgue Thing - A miscommunication between you and Dennis almost ends things before they begin.

Dennis is a virgin.

At least that’s what the rumours say.

They started when Santos had asked him when he last got laid and he’d flushed that pretty shade of pink across his cheeks and up his throat. It had spread like wildfire after that and of course everyone seems to have an opinion, whether he likes it or not.

“You know, I think it’s great at your age.” McKay tells him when he’s working triage with her. “I lost mine far too young and in the back seat of a Camero, I wouldn’t recommend it.”

He really doesn’t know what to say to that so he doesn’t say anything. He kinda just hopes the whole thing will blow over but then he steps into the security office to drop off a cell phone he found in one of the bays and that’s when he sees the betting pool.

Multiple coloured post-its, all depicting when, how and where he’ll lose his virginity.

It seems to sway from romantic: candlelight, mood music and a sultry silk nightdress to fucked up and freaky: In the morgue, on a table, light on, scrubs off.

There’s even a sub division for foreplay: who does what to who, how good they are at it.

One very helpful person has even written ‘Whitaker eats pussy like a champ’ in block capitals. Another states ‘Lisbon cracks under the pressure’.

“Fuck…” He drawls out the word, one hand scrubbing down his face because there is no way in this world that you aren’t going to hear about this. It’s simply a matter of time.

You’re waiting for him after shift in your usual place against the wall when he gets out. Your head is tilted back towards the sun, your eyes closed as you catch the last of the dying rays before dark. You look beautiful in that moment, so serene, so at peace with the world. He hates that he’s spoiling it.

“You’re going to hear a rumour about me.” He tells you as he takes up residence alongside of you, his hands clasped in front of him. “That I’m a virgin… I’m not but… I guess you’d say I’m inexperienced… I’ve slept with one person in my life and it wasn’t…”

He fumbles for the words, trying to articulate.

“It wasn’t fire or passion or any of the things it is with you. I don’t even think I was very good at it…”

“Dennis.” You say softly, your hands slipping under his coat. Your palms come to rest on his waist, thumbs tracing tiny soothing circles through his shirt that make him exhale as his forehead comes to rest upon yours. “I’m not worried about your capabilities in bed. The two of us have great chemistry and when the time is right we’ll find our rhythm. I’m just enjoying the journey right now, being with someone whose taking the time to get to know me, instead of trying to fuck me.”

“I know.” He whispers, his nose trailing over yours as he looks into your eyes. “I’m enjoying this part too.”

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[gremnda]

out of popular tr!pangi ships (pangili, paimros, pangkey) i honestly love paimros the most :,) the thought of all of them sleeping in a pile in the null and sleeping in aimsey's bed when they return keeps me up at night. i still think about paimros the llama. the base they were going to build together. no matter how many times they fall out or have different views on situations they always seem to fall back into each others orbits.

am i the only one who thinks about paimros sleepovers where aimsey and ros are sleeping and pangi is up looking at the window. looking out for a threat that is just not there. do u guys ever think about aimsey waking up and removing pangi's sunglasses and telling him there's nothing there idiot. do u think about ros pulling him down for a hug and all of them going back to sleep-

do u guys think about how tough it must be in the null but they get used to each other gradually in time and learn to trust too. tr!ros saying pangi would cry at nights for pili? tr!aimsey saying pangi keeps sleeping in their bed? pangi dropping everything he's doing just to make sure aimsey's safe? yelling at ros he needs her just to have her stay a bit longer?

like yeah, pangili was so nice and pangkey is cute as hell but null trio has a special place in my heart :,) <3 i just love them so much gang ;-;

[mandalhoerian]

Imagine if another seal had wondered into Reader and raf's cove spot randomly, and she shows up one day to see this— I'm crying ;u; seals are so cute and now I just think about if raf is really protective or how jealous raf would be of other animals in readers vicinity?

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMBf9Ftx7/

PLEASE THIS IS SO CUTE THEY WAY THEY'RE NOT COMMITTING TO IT AT ALL N VAGUELY JIGGLING TOWARDS EACH OTHER OUGH MY HEART AHHHHHH

BUT ABOUT RAF !!! From what I've researched, male seals are territorial. Raf has his own territory (which is the cove and its vicinity) but he also is not. he's not an animal. he wouldn't react poorly to other male seals scouting his place out (they wouldn't get close in the first place. selkie things) -- but he'd get irked with other selkie seals approaching his human.

the layers of logic with that are 1) selkies dont get close to humans in the first place, its dangerous, especially for female selkies 2) so if one of them comes up to the reader he's going to assume things (he sees his human as special . so) 3) worse if they're male selkies, who can be "summoned" just like he was. which means the reader wasn't "satisfied" with him.

so all in all he's gonna overthink and crash out 😭 this looks cute but he's STRUGGLING . TRUST. the immediate aftermath of this is. silent treatment because how dare you go and be a magnet for other selkies can you just ??? not ?????? you're stressing him the FUCK out !!!!!

[andy-15-07]

If you are open to it, would you do a Bella Ramsey x Reader where they introduce Pedro to their girlfriend for the first time?

First Impressions and Familiar Smiles

paring ✦ Bella Ramsey x fem!reader

word count ✦ 1474

The late afternoon sun filtered through the soft curtains in your cozy apartment as you sat curled up with a cup of tea, scrolling through your phone. Today was special,not just another lazy, well-deserved day off,but a day Bella had been excitedly planning for weeks. You were her girlfriend, her safe place, and the person she adored above all. And now, she’d arranged for you to finally meet someone important to her.

Bella had called earlier that day: “I can’t wait for you to meet Pedro,” she had insisted, her voice filled with excitement and warmth. “He’s been a part of my life for years, and I think you’re going to love him as much as I do.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought. Bella’s friends were always kind, but there was something about Pedro,a charming smile, gentle humor, and a sincerity in his eyes,that Bella had always described with such fondness. Despite a few nervous flutters in your stomach, you trusted Bella completely. You knew that if she was excited to introduce you two, you were in for something truly special.

That evening, Bella’s apartment buzzed with the soft hum of anticipation. The living room had been rearranged for a small get-together, cozy yet intimate. A few favorite records played quietly in the background, and the aroma of freshly baked pastries mingled with the scent of jasmine from the nearby window.

When the doorbell finally rang, Bella’s eyes lit up like stars. “That must be him!” she whispered excitedly, taking your hand and guiding you to the door.

Opening the door, you were greeted by a friendly face framed by warm light. Pedro stood there with an easy smile, his dark hair slightly tousled in a way that made him look both relaxed and undeniably handsome.

“Hi, I’m Pedro,” he said, his voice smooth and welcoming as he extended a hand toward you.

Bella beamed. “Pedro, this is my amazing girlfriend, Y/N.” She stepped aside so you could shake his hand, and as your fingers met his, you felt an unexpected, subtle spark of familiarity,a connection that belied the first impressions.

“It's so wonderful to finally meet you,” Pedro added, genuine warmth radiating through his tone. “Bella has told me so much about you.”

A shy smile curved your lips as you replied, “And I’ve heard such kind things about you too. I’m happy to be here.” You glanced up at Bella, whose eyes shone with pride and joy.

“Come on, let’s all sit,” Bella said, ushering the two of you into the living room. You settled on a comfy sofa opposite Pedro, while Bella took her usual spot beside you. The atmosphere was light, yet you sensed that behind the casual introductions and exchanged compliments lay the promise of an evening filled with meaningful conversation.

As the first course of pastries was served,warm, flaky croissants and sweet, spiced muffins,Pedro leaned back with a smile. “So, Bella tells me you’re the creative force behind some really fantastic art projects,” he said, glancing at you in inquisitive admiration.

Your heart swelled at the acknowledgment. “Well, I dabble a bit here and there. It’s nothing as glorious as the work Bella does,” you replied, a modest laugh escaping you.

Bella playfully nudged you. “Oh, stop it,you’re amazing, and I’m proud to be with someone so talented,” she declared, her tone filled with sincere affection.

Pedro’s eyes crinkled as he laughed. “I couldn’t agree more. And I think it’s brilliant how you both radiate such genuine passion in everything you do.”

The conversation flowed easily. Pedro asked about your latest creative project, and you enthusiastically explained your ideas, your voice growing animated with the excitement of sharing something dear to your heart. Throughout the exchange, Bella’s occasional interjections were peppered with laughter and affectionate glances. It was as if the three of you were weaving a tapestry of stories that felt natural and inevitable.

“So, Bella,” Pedro inquired, leaning forward as he took a thoughtful sip of his tea, “what do you like most about spending time together with Y/N?”

Bella’s eyes softened instantly, and she glanced at you with unspoken tenderness. “It’s the way she sees beauty in the little things,” she said, her voice warm. “Even on days when life feels overwhelming, she finds a way to remind me that there’s always something wonderful just around the corner.”

You felt your cheeks warm with a mix of pride and bashfulness. “I just try to appreciate every moment,” you replied, your voice quiet but earnest. “When I’m with Bella, everything seems to have a little extra shine.”

Pedro grinned appreciatively. “That’s the kind of energy our world needs more of,those moments where you pause and see the magic in the ordinary.”

The conversation drifted from art and music to the quirks of everyday life. Pedro shared funny anecdotes from his travels, and Bella interjected with spirited jokes about their own shared experiences. Every exchange, every shared laugh and thoughtful pause, deepened the bond between you three. Even though it was only the first meeting, the rapport felt as though it had been cultivated over years.

At one point, Bella’s eyes gleamed as she looked between the two of you. “It’s amazing,” she said softly, “how life brings people together in the most unexpected ways. I always knew that when the time was right, you two would click.”

Pedro nodded, his gaze lingering warmly on you. “I feel that way too. When I’m with Bella, I’m always excited about meeting new people who are part of her world. It’s like getting a glimpse into another dimension of kindness and creativity.”

You smiled, feeling the admiration in his words. “I’m honored to be here tonight, getting to know someone so wonderful. I always trust Bella’s instincts when it comes to people.”

The evening was punctuated by lighthearted teasing and tender compliments. At one point, while discussing favorite films, Pedro leaned in with a playful tone. “So, Y/N, if you could cast me in one of your imaginative productions, what kind of character would I play?”

You chuckled, enjoying the banter. “I’d cast you as the thoughtful wanderer,the one whose eyes hide a thousand stories. A bit of mystery never hurts, right?”

Pedro grinned. “I like that. And maybe, in the sequel, I get a love interest to share all those secret stories with.”

Bella laughed softly, squeezing your hand. “I think we’ve all got that part covered, don’t you think?”

The laughter that followed was light and genuine, and you found yourself glancing at Bella, grateful for her gentle guidance that had led to this joyful, unexpected moment.

As the night progressed and dessert was served,a rich, velvety chocolate cake with hints of cherry,you noticed the comfortable ease that had settled between you all. Pedro’s conversation turned reflective, and his tone softened as he spoke about the importance of trust and connection.

“You know,” he said quietly, glancing between Bella and you, “there’s something truly special about forging bonds that feel honest, like you’re not just meeting someone, but discovering a part of yourself you never knew existed.”

Bella’s eyes shone with agreement. “I think that’s why I’m so drawn to people like you, Pedro. Your openness, your genuine nature,it makes the world seem a little kinder.”

You nodded, feeling your heart swell with warmth. “I feel the same. It’s in these shared moments, these conversations that remind me of who I am, and who we all can be.”

Pedro smiled gently. “I’m grateful to have met you both. Tonight has been delightful, and I hope it’s only the beginning of many more memorable evenings.”

Bella’s hand found yours, and she squeezed it softly as if to seal his words in a promise. “I promise,” she said, “that our journeys will intertwine in the most beautiful ways.”

The evening wound down with promises to meet again soon, to explore shared passions, and to simply cherish the genuine connections that had blossomed that night. As you hugged Pedro goodbye at the door, you felt a lasting impression,a subtle assurance that this meeting had been a small but significant step in expanding the circle of love and friendship that enriched your life.

Walking back into Bella’s warmly lit living room, you exchanged a quiet look, one that said without words, “This is exactly where I’m meant to be.” The night, painted in gentle hues and underlined by heartfelt dialogue, left you knowing that introductions could turn into lasting relationships, that every sincere conversation added a new layer to your shared story.

In that tender moment, with the lingering softness of farewell hugs and echoed laughter in the air, you realized that every connection, whether fleeting or enduring, held the power to transform everyday life into something unforgettable,and that, for you, was the most beautiful truth of all.

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Happy Wolverine Wednesday‼️‼️ My contribution is an extremely tiny sketchbook dump of Logans I drew bored at work or home🥳

Below the read more is a bit of context for each drawing for whoever is interested

1. Movie old man Logan is my all time fave wolverine so when I feel like drawing he's my first reference I think about

2. DP&W was my 2nd wolverine movie I ever watched so worst Logan also has a special place in my heart💞💖

3. Another comic panel redraw where I sketched it out with pencil first and then went over it with pen just to see how long it would take (it took a few hours but the end product was worth it‼️)