#eso fluff

[daisynik7]

Hello! I’d like to request an Eso x reader fic <3

I’d love something emotional with angst & fluff. Like Eso comforting the reader, maybe throwing in some romance as well? <3 thank u so much in advance! 🥹

cw: fluff, established relationship, 

Author’s Note: Hi anon! Thank you for your request! I’ve never even considered writing for Eso before, so this was a fun one to work on! Sorry it’s a bit short, but I still hope you like it! :)

“Is something wrong?”

Eso sits beside you on the couch, leaving his brothers at the kitchen table to continue playing their board game. You’re surprised he steps away from them, considering how glued to the hip they all are. However, since the two of you have been together, he’s slowly been integrating into the whole “boyfriend” role. And for someone who’s half-cursed spirit and over 150 years old, he’s doing better than you expected.

You sigh, shrugging your shoulders in an apathetic response. “It’s silly.”

“Tell me.”

You swallow hard, nervous to admit it. “I’m just missing my family and friends, that’s all.”

It’s been months since you abandoned your simple life to join whatever mess Eso and his brothers roped you in to. While you don’t regret your decision, there are times, like this, where you miss it. The brothers never cared for sentimentality, Eso included. That’s why it surprises you even more when he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in closer for a hug. He rests his chin on the top of your head, massaging your back. “I’m sorry.”

An apology? What’s going on here? You relax into his hold, waiting for him to elaborate. Eventually, he continues. “I know it was not easy to leave your ordinary life to join us. And I know I am not the best partner. But rest assured, I am learning every day to be better. For you.”

His confession has you stunned. All this time, he’s been devoted solely to his brothers. This is the first time that he’s dedicated anything to you. It’s enough to bring you to tears. As you sniffle onto his bare chest, he cups your cheeks in his hands, staring curiously at your swollen eyes. “Why do you cry, my love?”

My love. The sweet pet name has you bawling more. He brushes his thumbs across your face, wiping the tears away. “Are you sad?”

You smile. “No, Eso. Not anymore.”

He grins, his dark eyes tender as he gazes at you. “Good.” Bringing his face to yours, he kisses you gently. He doesn’t let you go, tongue flitting across your lips, until Choso clears his throat in the background. 

You break apart, giggling, expecting Eso’s serious expression to return on his face, embarrassed at this public display of affection. Instead, he smiles, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

[plavigmaz]

Last drawing before the year ends... Happy New Life Festival everyone! Change and creation starts in the present.

Let's end with a fluffy note ✨

Love, from Stone-Will's family.

[meteoramp3]

The counter was cold against the skin of your hip, as you leaned against it.

“Love, just in time.” Jace said as he looked up from the bottle. “I need some help here." His hand gestured to the baby on his arms, Visenya.

“Oh.” Your hands gently gripped her sides as you craddled her little form on your chest, her head against your shoulder.

Jace looked one last time before continuing to prepare the bottle for his sister; he started to shaking, waiting for the formula to dissolve.

“She’s restless... And hungry.” Jacaerys chuckled softly before checking the temperature of the milk. “Here."

He watched as you grabbed the bottle, guiding it towards the little baby. She gripped it tightly as she latched on.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you...”

“Well, you better, ‘cause I’m nobody’s babysitter... But I’m glad I could help you. How’s your mother?”

As Visenya continued to drink, Jace brushed his fingers against her tufts of hair softly. “Exhausted, the birth was tough on her.”

“I supposed it. You gripped my hand too tight that day.”

He watched as the baby finished her bottle, her eyelids struggling to not close. He kissed your forehead softly before resting his hand on your cheek.

“Thanks again, you didn't have to.”

“I know, you owe me fifty bucks, and an ice cream.”

sorry if I'm posting too much about jace, I got a neuron activation (?) ps: I know this is too short but that's all I could get from my silly brain and making it longer would've ruined it lol.

[madamefluffnstuff]

Can I request a one shot of Fennorian working hard in his study but Vestige comes in and convinces him to relax 🥺

@rvnwtch and I both had the same idea, and *I* originally got the idea from a post by @i-simp-for-fennorian :3 (which I can no longer find the original post on Tumblr but I can find it on Google for some reason! :,D)

Also thought it would be very appropriate for their Ravenwatch Posting Event.~

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Fennorian?" A soft voice called down the hallway. No answer came. The Vestige walked down the corridor until she reached a familiar door. Inside, the faint sound of bubbling and glass clinking could be heard. A book page turning, followed by a hasty quill scribbling, and the unsettling noise of glass sliding on metal, most likely from the aforementioned vampire moving a test tube from its rack.

"Fenn?" She asked again as she slowly opened the door and poked her head in.

Fennorian had his back to the entrance, arm raised as he held a tiny glass tube up by a hanging lamp. The candlelight revealed a thick, viscous looking fluid with a bright red hue.

Not blood, but a prototype for the Harrowstorm elixir.

"Ah, my friend. Good to see you," he responded, clearly distracted and not completely aware. He placed the test tube back in its slot and plucked some snowberries from a nearby bowl, extracting a few seeds in a practiced motion. The seeds disappeared into the elixir.

"...How long have you been down here?" The Vestige asked as she walked in, very worried and surprised at what she was seeing;

His normally neat and organized workspace was cluttered. Various jars were opened on the shelves, in various stages of being emptied. Lids were strewn about. Papers with notes and sketches and diagrams were scattered about the desks. If one tilted their head and squinted, they would notice slight stains of various colors on his fingers and gloves.

"A few days." He leaned over his most recent notebook and scribbled something down. "I'm on the verge of a breakthrough."

"I've... never seen you this... well. Focused. When did you last feed?" She quickly stepped out of his way as he bustled to another shelf of reagents.

"I have my flask. And an extra, just in case. I'm rationing."

In Fennorian's defense, he did look like he had recently consumed. That did not excuse the fact he clearly hadn't left the laboratory in some time. The Vestige knew the vampire alchemist had a tendency to get tunnel vision when he was focused on his work, but this was bad even for him. What in the world had gotten into him?

"You've obviously been busy."

Fenn nodded, straightening up and turning to the alchemy table. He wordlessly picked up a beaker with a clear liquid inside and poured it into one of the tubes with the red fluid. Almost immediately there was a small plume of colored smoke and a pungent, musky smell, like the local badgers when they marked their territory on the trees. Fenn made a noise.

"No. No, that didn't work," he reached for the quill and ink pot.

"Okay, no." The Vestige interrupted him. "This has gone on too long. You need to take a break."

The alchemist shook his head vigorously. "I am sorry, my friend. I appreciate your concern, but I assure you I'm quite alright."

For a split second he almost sounded convincing.

"Fenn, please," the worry evident in her voice. "You're going to wear yourself out. You need to come up for air eventually."

Fennorian returned to his previous location, where his back was turned to her. "I know you're worried, Vestige. But like I said-" he picked up a cylindrical beaker, "-this elixir has to be perfect or-"

"Fennorian Ravenwatch."

He froze. The room filled with a stunned silence. He had never heard her use that tone of voice with him before. Nor had she used his full name before. At least when addressing him. He blinked.

The quiet was broken by the Vestige sighing and walking over to him. "Look... I know this is important to you. Believe me, it's important to me as well," her voice gentle and patient. "But you need to take care of yourself."

He felt her hand on his shoulder. He had to fight the urge to bring his own hand up and hold hers. Instead he gripped the edge of the desk and the beaker still in his other hand.

The Vestige leaned over to look at him. His hair was hiding his face, some plastered to his forehead with tense sweat. Fennorian was very relieved at that moment she couldn't see his eyes. He didn't want her to see him like this. See that she was right. And that it took her raising her voice for him to realize it.

She gently took the glass from his hand and set it on the table, replacing it with her hand. In the same soft voice, she said "I can't make you leave, of course. But, whenever you're ready to take a break and rest, I'll be upstairs." She squeezed his hand, then turned around to leave him to his work.

"...Come here."

The Vestige jumped a little as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and gently lift her up. She turned her head and locked eyes with Fennorian.

"Fenn, what-"

"Just. Stay here for a bit. I'm almost finished with this page. After that, I'll take a break."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Promise?"

He walked back over, her still in his arms, and set her down on the desk, just to the side of his papers. "I promise."

And true to his word, he finished his writing much quicker than she thought he would. In between quill strokes, she would lean over and place soft kisses on his temple. With each peck he visibly relaxed more and more. Before they knew it, he was closing his book and tying the cord around it. The Vestige hopped off the desk and lead him out of the laboratory, the two hand in hand.

~*~

Fennorian stared up at the Vestige, a tired smile on his face as he rested his head in her lap. She looked down at him, also smiling while her fingers worked slow circles into the sides of his head. Their bed was a very welcome reprieve after days in the laboratory.

He adjusted himself and folded his hands across his chest, using her legs as arm rests. She asked if he was comfortable, to which he responded with a nod. With a slight smirk, the Vestige brought her pointer finger to her lips, made a little kissing noise, and pressed her finger to his forehead in a "boop". Fenn laughed.

That laugh was the best thing the Vestige had heard all week.

[rvnwtch]

In honor of the Fennorian Ravenwatch House Guest, I have written a fic! (no spoilers for the house guest dialogue!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63045703

“The healing potion I gave you in Markarth.” Fennorian said in a voice full of wonder. The little tag was still tied to the side and said in his handwriting: VERY strong healing potion. Use when external help is needed. Take diluted in small doses! He turned to face the Vestige.

The Vestige shrunk in on themself and focused on a loose thread on their blanket, tugging at it gently. “I don’t know. You said to save it for a real emergency.” They sighed. “No emergency felt real enough, I guess.” When he said nothing, they attempted to sit up. “I’m sure it’s more than expired now. I’ve known that it was for a long time though.” I couldn’t bear to throw it away, they don’t say.

“You kept it all this time?” He asked.

Or the Vestige gets injured and the closest safe space is their house.

[i-simp-for-fennorian]

Fennorian stayed in Evelynn's embrace for a long while, savoring the closeness between them.

His hand traced gentle patterns across the soft skin of her back, his touch feather-light and filled with affection.

He pressed gentle and tender kisses to her neck and shoulder, his voice a soft whisper against her skin.

"I could stay like this, with you, forever…"

[feykrorovaan]

Endeavors be like "Slay a dragon for $10."

[fangsandsoftgrass]

Would u guys b interested in a short lil stargazing fic 👉👈

[penixels]

Good riddance the demyx parallels are insane

[jungwnies]

the dad who stepped up | carlos sainz (cs55)

୨ৎ : featuring : carlos sainz x fem!reader/singlemom!reader ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : not the biological father, but rather the father who stepped up!

୨ৎ : genre : romance & fluff ୨ৎ : word count : 947

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : this was such a cute little story, i can only imagine the spanglish going crazy in this household <3 psa... intentionally all lowercase

carlos never thought about being a dad so soon. sure, he wanted kids someday, but he always figured it would come later, after racing, after settling down. what he didn’t expect was for you to walk into his life, a single mom with a baby boy who barely knew how to say papa yet.

he met you when your son, nico, was only eight months old. you had been hesitant at first, not wanting to bring someone into your child’s life unless you were sure. but carlos? carlos was patient. he never rushed you, never forced his way in. he just showed up.

at first, it was small things; holding nico when your arms were full, rocking him to sleep when he got fussy, making faces at him across the dinner table just to see him giggle. then, before either of you knew it, nico wasn’t just some baby carlos happened to know. he was his boy.

now, four years later, carlos can’t imagine life any other way.

—

"okay, buddy, one more time, but this time big swings," carlos calls from the backyard, watching as nico grips his tiny golf club, determination all over his little face.

you stand nearby, sipping on a lemonade, watching your two favorite people as the warm breeze rustles through the trees.

nico, tongue sticking out in concentration, takes a swing, too hard, and the plastic ball rolls about a foot away.

"that was amazing!" carlos exclaims, throwing his hands up as if nico just hit a hole-in-one at augusta.

"it barely moved!" nico whines, stomping his foot.

carlos kneels beside him, adjusting his grip. "the trick isn’t power, campeón (champion), it’s control. even papá sainz had to learn that."

you smile, shaking your head as you watch them. “carlos, if you turn him into a golf snob before he even learns how to ride a bike, we’re gonna have a problem.”

carlos grins over his shoulder at you. “you say that now, but when he’s winning the masters, you’ll be thanking me.”

nico nods along, even though he has absolutely no idea what the masters is. “sí, mami! (yes, mommy!)”

your heart melts every time nico switches between english and spanish so naturally, something carlos had made sure to teach him from the moment he could talk.

—

later that evening, after dinner, you’re curled up on the couch together, nico snuggled in between you and carlos with his favorite book in hand.

“papá, can you read the book en español? (papa, can you read the book in spanish?)” nico asks, eyes wide with excitement.

carlos raises an eyebrow, clearly pleased. “sí, pero solo un poquito, eh? (yes, but just a little, okay?) i don’t want you getting confused.”

you smile, resting your head against carlos’s shoulder as he begins reading, seamlessly switching between english and spanish.

"the little dog ran through the…el bosque (the forest)…looking for his friend… pero no lo encontró (but he didn’t find him). so he kept running and running…hasta que… (until…)"

nico listens intently, repeating some of the words in his tiny voice.

“bosque!” he says proudly.

carlos grins, tapping his nose gently. “eso! muy bien, campeón. (that’s it! very good, champion.)”

you watch as carlos pauses and turns to nico. “and what’s a bosque?”

nico scrunches his little face, thinking hard before answering, “umm… a forest?”

carlos nods approvingly. “exacto! (exactly!)”

you laugh, shaking your head. “i swear, this kid is gonna be fluent before i am.”

carlos smirks, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “well, mamá, looks like you need some spanish lessons too.”

you playfully elbow him, making him chuckle.

just as you think nico is starting to doze off, his tiny voice pipes up.

“papá, i’m sleepy… pero i want uno más cuento. (papa, i’m sleepy… but i want one more story.)”

carlos lets out an exaggerated sigh, feigning exhaustion. “one more? vale, uno más. (okay, one more.)”

he flips the page, his voice soft as he continues reading. you feel nico’s breathing slow, his tiny body relaxing between the two of you.

you glance up at carlos, who is watching nico with that same gentle, loving look he always has. he catches you staring and gives you a small smile, his fingers reaching out to brush over your hand.

“you know,” you whisper, “you never had to do any of this.”

carlos furrows his brows. “what do you mean?”

you swallow the lump in your throat. “i mean… you didn’t have to be his dad. you could’ve just dated me and kept your distance. but instead, you’re his person. and i just… i don’t know. i hope you know how much i love you for that.”

carlos studies you for a moment before shaking his head, as if the thought of not stepping up for nico is ridiculous. he lifts your intertwined fingers, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand.

“i didn’t have to, amor,” he murmurs. “i wanted to. i chose this. i chose you. i chose him. and i’d do it again a thousand times over.”

tears prick your eyes, but before you can say anything, carlos leans down and places a gentle kiss on nico’s forehead.

“buenas noches, mi pequeño campeón. (good night, my little champion.)”

nico barely stirs, already deep in sleep.

carlos turns back to you, smiling softly. “now come on, mamá, let’s go watch bad reality tv and pretend we don’t have to wake up early tomorrow.”

you laugh, shaking your head as you follow him to the couch, where his arm instinctively wraps around you.

carlos sainz wasn’t the father by blood.

but he was the father who stepped up.

2021-2025 © jungwnies | All rights reserved. Do not repost, plagiarize, or translate

[stellaaarree]

LOOK AT HIS POUTY LIL LIPS.ABSOLUTELY BEGGING TO BE KISSED!!

teasing miguel hehe! (fluff)

you come in, miguels most likely messing around with his gizmo. propping yourself on your tiptoes, two fingers hooking into the fabric of his suit you give him a lil smooch!

“¿para qué era eso, bonita? t: what was that for, pretty?” miguel asks, his voice a little raspy and his eyes dumbfounded. “you’re pouting.” you state, still propped on your tiptoes, holding his suit.

in response miguel’s hands land on your hips, picking you up and setting you on the desk, slotting between your legs with an even more pouty expression he grumbles. “i do not pout.” a laugh slips past your lips as you watch him get all defensive. pissing him off further you ruffle his hair. his hard-ass demeanour pleading not to crumble, especially not in the semi public.

“cariño. t: honey.” he hisses. replied with a single “whaaat?” and a giggle. its too late to save himself though. lyla in the doorway, already taking pictures of miguel (our big bad spiderman.) slotted between your legs and having his hair played with as he pouts like a baby.

“lyla.” was all miguel needed to hiss before lyla was already gone, taking her camera with her. that was gonna be blackmail for a while.

you try to do a coy apology, getting half way through your “sor-” before miguel stops you with a “don’t you start, pequeño demonio. t: you little devil.” making you giggle and pull him into another little kiss by his spider suit.

A/N, holy shit!! i came back this morning to see over 200 likes on my posts?! i actually love you all so much!! also was gonna ask, would you guys read stuff that i wrote about ghost (cod mw2)?? let me know haha because i have a few ideas >o<!!💝💝

[cosmiic-world]

no me mires con esos ojos — sylus

title translation: don’t look at me with those eyes

inspired by: impacto — enjambre, lo blondo, pure fluff, i completely believe in loverboy sylus agenda with my entire soul ♡, luke and kieran are basically their adopted children, slightly suggestive towards the end.

the fearsome leader of onychinus.

that’s what sylus was known as in the n109 zone. the great, ruthless criminal. but to you, he was just sylus.

sylus, who loved you with his entire being, who always looked after you, and who always did everything in his power to ensure your happiness.

sylus, who had missed you like a puppy whenever you’d be gone on a mission that took a few days.

now here you were, your limbs tangled with sylus’s as he held you in his arms on the couch at the base of onychinus. “sylus, i need to change my clothes.” you whined softly, trying to push yourself off of him only for him to push you back down against his chest.

“let’s just stay like this for a little while longer, sweetie.” he said softly.

“fine..” you huffed softly as you pressed your ear against his chest, listening to his breathing and his heartbeat. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying this. you had missed him too.

“i missed you, you know.” he said, making you look at him, resting your chin on his chest. he looked at you with a soft smile, his eyes soft with adoration.

“did you now?” you said teasingly, smiling widely and giggling. “i missed you too, sylus.”

he let out a soft chuckle as his hand came up to brush your hair away from your face with his fingers gently. “i..” his words died in his throat for a second. “i lo-“

“i found boss!! he’s being lovey dovey with miss hunter on the couch again!!” luke had interrupted, yelling behind him, who sylus presumed to be kieran.

“miss hunter’s back? thank god! now boss can stop sulking around base.” kieran said, making you laugh.

“you were sulking?” you said, looking at sylus, who was looking away with a small blush and embarrassed frown. “oh my poor sylus.” you said, placing a soft kiss on his lips before getting up. “don’t you worry, i don’t plan on leaving for a few days.”

“good.” sylus said as he got up from the couch as well, holding onto your hand and intertwining your fingers with his. “i wasn’t planning on letting you go anywhere.”

“now now, let’s not resort to kidnapping.” you giggled out as you leaned on him, your head resting on his arm. “and don’t give the twins mean looks!” you said, noticing him glaring at them. “hi luke and kieran.”

“hi miss hunter!” they responded, waving.

you turned to sylus, making him lean down so you could whisper to him. “we should give them siblings.. don’t you think?” you giggled as sylus’s cheeks turned fully red.

“my, how scandalous, kitten.” he said and with one swift motion, he carried you with one arm hooked around your back and the other under your legs.

you giggled more as your arms looped around his neck, smiling widely as he carried you away. “i love you sylus.” you said, kissing his cheek.

“i love you most, my darling.” he said, making your heart soar.

[jynxpsiche]

no me mires con esos ojos

kang dae ho (player 388) x fem!reader

🎐. summary: you didn't know that the opportunity offered to you by that strange man in the subway was going to be a dead game, but mostly you didn't know that even in a scaring place like this it was easy to catch some feelings.

🎐. warnings: doesn’t precisely follow season 2, maybe some spoilers, female reader,swearing, typical squid game gore & violence, minor character death, slight angst, slight suggestive (??), romance & fluff. English isn’t my first language!

Your sensibility and your kind heart led you to where you were right now. An unknown place with hundreds of unknown and untrustful people.

Your sick mother was the only one left to you and you weren't ready to give up on her too. You had to fight for her and to find money in order to pay for her treatment. Then how did you end up with a debt as huge as yours?

You had always been the most appreciated daughter among the other two siblings you had. Everytime someone asked your mother how did you treat her, she always replied with the most utter honesty. "She's so nice and always worried about me, even though she should go out and enjoy her youth".

Yeah. Your youth. You were only 22 years old and already with an immense debt on your shoulders. It wasn't fair. Life wasn't fair. You also wanted to go out with your friends, laugh with them, joke around and maybe experience love. But you couldn't. You had to drop out of college because of your mother’s illness and you were the only one to care enough about her.

Your other siblings just didn't care. They had followed their path and never looked back, not even when you and your mom needed the most. Now you were alone, working your ass off trying to repay your debt and still finding the adeguate cures for the illness.

Hoewever, your life took a different turn when you had met that strange salesman in that damn subway. You were waiting for train after a draining day at your job when this guy, probably not much older than you, dressed in a grey and seemed-rather-expensive suit approached you with his black silvercase.

"Ma'am, would you like to play a game with me?" That is what he said to you in a calm and polite tone. But why a game?

It's after a round at ddakiji, which was won by you, that you decided to stop there, just because you weren't a gambler and you didn't find entertainment in that.

You noticed how he wore, even if for a second, a surprised expression, but then immediately regained his confident facade. He simply smiled at you and handed you a business card with some strange simbols on a side and a phone number on the other.

That night when you returned home you found yourself sitting on the sofa, staring intently at the card. Which was the right thing to do? That man told you that by playing some games you would have been able to repay your debt and to help your sick parent. But what if it was a scam? You were in no position to fall for one, not with all the burden you were already carrying.

The flame of your lighter was extremely close to the card, ready to burn it, but you stopped yourself at the sound of your parent's coughing. Faint laments and sound of sheets came from the other room and that was the moment you realized for what you were fighting for.

And that's how you where there, in an unfamiliar room with not-so-trusting people and a negative vibe lingering in the air.

'Til that moment you had been on your own, away from the others players and not engaging in any conversation. Obviously you weren't the only one in that state, but you surely seemed to be the youngest there and that already worried you off.

When everybody gathered confused in the main space of the room a group of pink guards wearing a mask with some symbols entered the room and explained the rules of the game.

The prize money would have risen for every passed game. The total being 45.6 billion wons.

That statement flamed everybody’s spirit and the guards led everyobody out to play the first game.

You were escorted in a huge and long room that resembled a field and at the very end, facing the players, there was a strange doll. "The first game is Red Light, Green Light" a feminine voice explained through the speakers "You need to cross the field without being spotted moving by the doll. If you move or the time finishes you're eliminated".

The game appeared to be easy enough, it was one of those games the kids used to play during recess but your guts where telling you that something was off. It couldn't be this easy.

You closely analyzed the other players, observing how they all had printed on their face a confident expression. All except for one.

A middle aged man, probably in his fifties, but by the look on his face he looked older and so tired, like he went through hell. The hard look in his eyes was distant, lost in the space in front of him. Not so positive thoughts behind those eyes. He seems to know what was going on there, like what to expect from a place like this.

456. That was the number on his jacket. You memorized it, just in case.

Then the game started. Cautiously but quickly you stepped forward, keeping your sight focused on the robot girl. The others started moving too but then the childish girl’s song stopped and you all froze on the spot.

No one dared to move and all the field was enveloped by a sinister silence.

Just a second later, a girl a couple of steps ahead of you moved distressed because of a bee. “Oh shit, I moved!” she said in a laughing tone and then she was shot in her chest, falling on the ground. Blood started pooling around her.

It was at that moment that everything went down hill. Players at the sight of blood and of the dead corpse started screaming and running back, begging to leave.

You heard shots all around you, sending waves of fear in you.

Your vision was starting to blurry, the tears on the verge of escaping your eyes, your hands were trembling slightly and all your anxiety was pressing against your stomach.

You stood still but you were so close to break down.

Then all the shooting sounds stopped, the silence back.

It was broken by that irritating song, the robot girl turned back in her original position.

However, no one dared to move from their position. Only one man moved quickly, reaching the front of the group.

The song ended again and the giant girl turned back towards us. Her eyes scanning everybody.

“THE ROBOT’S EYES CAN DETECT YOUR MOVEMENTS! IF YOU MOVE YOU’RE OUT! He suddenly yelled, keeping his mouth covered. He was player 456. “IT CAN’T DETECT THE MOVEMENT BEHIND SOMETHING!” He continued, showing us his moving hand behind his back. Nothing happened to him, he was still alive.

“SO FORM A LINE BEHIND WHO’S TALLER THAN YOU AND CONTINUE WALKING!” And in an instant, everybody followed his orders, too eager to survive this nightmare.

I ended up behind a tall woman, the number 120 on her back. “From now on I’ll stay behind you” you whispered to her to make your presence known. She didn’t answer but she understood.

While slowly walking forward and keeping an eye on the timer, you managed to reach the safe zone. Only there shaky breath left your lips.

Those who survived were then escorted back to the dorm room and there you spotted the tall woman who gave you shield before.

“Excuse me…” she somehow heard your whispered words and focused her attention on you “I-I wanted to thank you for letting me stay behind you during the game” you thanked her while bowing your head as a sign of gratitude.

Her gentle hand softly patted your shoulder, a small smile on her face “There’s no need”. That was all she said before departing from you.

Only then the guards entered the room again and everybody started begging to go home after what they witnessed. The square-masked guard explained that the could sent us home since we signed the terms & conditions and agreed to stay there and take part in the games.

The situation definitely wasn’t in your favor when again player 456’s voice echoed through the whole room, silencing everyone. “Clause 3 says that we can leave the place only by voting and if the majority decides so. Let us vote.” His voice was firm and his eyes serious and cold, fixated on the guard on the front.

The square-masked guard slowly nodded. “You’re right and your comfort is our main priority. But first let me announce the total you’ve made after the first game.”

A giant piggy bank was lowered from the top center of the room, then filled only in part with money. Everyone was mesmerized at that sight. “Since 91 people were eliminated, you all have accumulated 9.1 billion won”.

Low whispers started rising among the others, not so sure to leave after they’d seen the sum of money. “Now let’s begin with the vote”.

The first to be called up to vote was player 456 who confidently pressed X and went to stand on that side of the room. Right after him there were you, since your number was right after his.

Without a doubt you also pressed X and went near the man, who smiled at you in gratitude. He said to have already played these games before and that it didn’t end well last time. Strangely you trusted him. But you also weren’t ready to die. Not like that.

Unfortunately the O prevailed, so it meant that you had to play another game.

After that moment you a ticked with player 456, who’s name you later discovered to be Seong Gi-hun, and he took you under his wing. He was so nice and acted so fatherly towards you.

Also player 390, who was Gi-hub’s best friend, and then player 001 joined your group.

You felt relieved to have found some allies in this crazy place, people to rely on and that had your back, just like you had theirs.

At 30 minutes before lights off you whispered to Gi-hun that you would have gone quickly to the bathroom. He flashed you a worried expression but you reassured him with a gentle smile.

You stood up and went near the small pink door in the room to ask someome's permission to dismiss yourself.

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It was only a matter of minutes before the lights were turned off for the night but somehow you weren’t too worried about that, maybe because you found some nice people who you could trust.

Despite not being too sure about it, you were fine with it.

After coming back from the bathroom you spotted player 120 by herself, her face concentrated and her brows furrowed in thoughts.

Quietly you approached her stiffed figure and then cleared your throat to make your presence known to her.

Her confused gaze spotted you and when she recognized you she flashed a small smile.

“Something bothering you?” She shook her head lightly, even if her gesture wasn’t so convincing “Just…this whole situation is…absurd. I would have never thought in my whole life to fight to survive in some stupid children games” you clearly caught the distress in her tone.

“I know I should be the last person to say this but you got this, you’re brave and after the stunt you pulled before in the game I think you can pass every other game” your sweet and caring words seemed to have calmed her down a bit, who smiled at you and briefly hugged your side.

What you didn’t notice, however, was a set of eyes observing you from the distance. Kang Dae-ho knew you were part of the team he latter joined but he hadn’t met you yet.

From observing you he thought you were really pretty and kind.

A small blush crept on his cheeks at his own thoughts.

Jung-bae immediately noticed this and nudged him with his shoulder, startling the young man. “Brother Jung-bae! You scared me! Never do that again!” The old former marine simply snickered at his words and then took the spot next to him on the stairs.

“I noticed that look on your face” he commented “and I also understood who you were looking at” his tone became a bit playful and poked slightly Dae-ho in his ribs.

The blush on Dae-ho’s cheeks became more prominent and he tried to hide it but failed miserably because Jung-bae snickered louder.

“J-just shut up, it’s not what you think!” The young man tried to say, pushing the older man’s face away while hiding his face with his other hand.

Jung-bae shook his head amused and then gently patted the guy on his shoulder.

“If you feel something, you should just tell her. You’ll never know when you’ll have the opportunity”.

It was at that moment that time stopped, every sound around him muffled and every figure blurred out, only her was in his view.

Her gracious and warm figure.

Then the lights turned off, only the golden light from the piggy bank and the symbols on the ground emanated some light.

He was still grounded in his spot, didn’t move an inch.

Only a soft tap on his shoulder awoke him dreaming state. Quickly he lifted his gaze and locked his eyes with yours. The girl from before.

You were looking at him with those enchanting and marvelous eyes, so bright and curious. He would have gladly lost himself in them.

‘Oh please don’t look at me with those eyes’

The ex marine’s heart was beating so hard that he was sure he could have had an heart attack. No saliva in his mouth, his tongue so mushy, surely not able to utter out a vowel.

But you were still standing in front of him, waiting for any type of reaction from the guy, simply poked at you like you had grown three heads.

Now worry was starting to creep in when he still didn’t show any responsive sign.

Concerned you crouched down to his level and gently placed your hands on his shoulder, facing him fully and devoting all your attention to him.

At the contact a delicious shiver went down his spine, making him sight out a shaky breath.

“Hey are you okay?” Your voice up close resembled angels’ chorus and for a moment he felt in heaven, cocooned in a warm embrace and protected from outside’s dangers.

And those eyes…they were making him go crazy. Those doe eyes looked up at him all prettily and anxiously, really worried about his well being. He couldn’t have asked for more.

If that was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up ever again.

“Please…don’t look at me with those eyes” unconsciously he breathed out those words in a loving and needy way that he himself woke up from his daydreaming state.

He slapped his hand on his mouth, wide eyes staring scared at the girl in front of him.

His face so red that he thought he would have gone on fire any seconds now.

He had made himself look like a fool in your eyes.

Shame and awkwardness lingered in the room. No one uttered out a words as you both only stared at each other, you taken back by his reaction and him ashamed of the stunt pulled previously.

You were opening your mouth to say something, anything to lighten up the situation, but in a second he run off to his bunk bed, not so far from yours.

An amused chuckle left your lips, a faint blush on your cheeks.

“What an interesting guy…”

[madamefluffnstuff]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @hircines-hunter 💜💜💜

(sighs and hangs head in shame) I had started this little gift for @i-simp-for-fennorian I don't even know how long ago, set it down for the night, and promptly forgot it was a thing that existed the next morning. Me happening upon it randomly the other day was probably a sign I need to finish it..... and my backlog of WIPs.....

I am so sorry. My memory is terrible.

It was Fennorian who figured it out before she did. After another episode where she nearly went feral, he sat Evelynn down on their bed and handed her her designated flask. As she gratefully took a less than ladylike swig, he gently questioned her; “What’s the matter, love? You’ve never done this before. I know you’re... somewhat recently turned, but…” She let out a heavy sigh as she stared at the wall. “I don’t know, honestly. My bloodlust is just… So intense now…” Evelynn shook her head to clear it, to try to make sense of what was happening. The dark, viscous fluid gradually warmed up her body and brought her back to her senses, though focusing on the aforementioned wall was much easier than thinking at the moment.  Fenn quirked an eyebrow as he watched her; sudden and ferocious bloodlust, general exhaustion, brain fog. This was nothing he had encountered before- in a sane vampire, at least. As Evelynn started to softly ramble, mostly to herself, he blinked and his eyes glowed red. Perhaps if he could check her vitals, maybe it could give him a clue as to what was plaguing his beloved.  He stared at her a moment while his Sight kicked in. Her face and body slowly began to blur, and Fennorian focused on what he could see inside her: Immediately there was no sign of poison, which was a great relief. The blood she’d just consumed was coursing through her veins, also normal. His eyes slowly scanned up and down her body as he took a slow sip from his flask. He used his tongue to swish it into his cheek while he concentrated, Evelynn’s Undead Essence softly throbbing like an aura around her nearly mesmerized him.

[starsjulia]

trick or treat! // alexia putellas

a/n ~ based on this request!!! also for some reason i decided my spanish gcse makes me qualified enough to write in some spanish? so bare with me if it’s absolute crap.

warnings ~ tiny bit suggestive, just loads of fluff!!

The crisp autumn night embraces you as you step out of the car with Alexia, who’s dressed as the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland. Her costume is charming and stylish: a white vest over a crisp shirt, a red bow tie, and bunny ears perched atop her head, with a toy pocket watch dangling from her waistcoat. You smile to yourself, already anticipating the comments from your teammates about the two of you arriving in matching costume.

As for you, you went all out with your Alice costume. The blue dress is snug, the neckline a little low, and the skirt ends dangerously high on your thighs. You paired it with knee-high socks and black heels, leaning into the ‘playful’ side of Halloween. When you catch Alexia’s gaze on you, you can tell she’s noticed. Her eyes narrow slightly, and she takes a slow step closer.

“¿Y esto?” she murmurs, her hand slipping around your waist and trailing down to the hem of your skirt. “¿No se supone que Alicia es más… inocente?” (“And this? Isn’t Alice supposed to be more… innocent?”)

You tilt your head, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips. “Well, maybe this Alice has grown up,” you tease, twirling a lock of your hair around your finger. “Besides, don’t you like it?” You give a little twirl, the skirt flaring out to show even more leg.

Alexia’s grip tightens on your waist as she pulls you closer, her voice low and playful. “Oh, I really like it,” she admits, glancing pointedly at the hem of your dress. “Pero no quiero que nadie más lo vea así.” (“But I don’t want anyone else to see it like this.”)

With a chuckle, you reach up to adjust her bunny ears, purposely brushing your fingers through her hair. “Then you’ll just have to keep an eye on me all night, won’t you, mi conejito?” you whisper, giving her a challenging look. “Think you can manage that?”

She grins, her eyes darkening with playful possessiveness. “No voy a dejarte sola ni un segundo,” she replies, her voice dripping with confidence. (“I’m not going to leave you alone for a second.”) She tugs at the skirt again, as if trying to pull it lower, then leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear. “Y si alguien se pasa de listo… bueno, ya veremos.” (“And if someone gets too bold… well, we’ll see about that.”)

——————

Inside the club, the atmosphere is electric. Music pumps through the speakers, and the crowd is alive with laughter and costumes that range from frightening to hilarious. You walk in hand-in-hand with Alexia, her hand resting possessively on your lower back, thumb grazing the fabric of your dress as if reminding you of how short it is.

You catch sight of Mapi and Patri, who are dressed as the Joker and a pirate, respectively. The moment they spot you, grins spread across their faces.

“¡Vaya, vaya! Look who showed up looking like a sexy fairytale,” Mapi calls out, her eyes twinkling as she takes in your outfit. “And Alexia, did you come as her bodyguard or something?”

Patri snickers, nudging Mapi. “I mean, you can’t blame her,” she says. “Someone’s gotta keep Alice from causing too much trouble, especially in that little outfit.”

You just laugh and wrap an arm around Alexia’s neck, leaning into her. “Don’t worry, girls,” you say playfully. “Alexia’s already taken the job of making sure I behave.”

Alexia smirks, squeezing your waist. “Eso es cierto,” she murmurs, glancing down at you with a glint in her eyes. “Y no voy a quitarte los ojos de encima, cariño.” (“That’s true. And I’m not taking my eyes off you, darling.”)

Throughout the night, every time you move a little too provocatively on the dance floor or your dress rides up when you sit down, Alexia is there to adjust it, keeping that possessive yet amused smile on her face. It’s clear she’s enjoying the game—acting protective in a way that’s both teasing and affectionate.

When you pull her onto the dance floor, you can feel the tension between you turn into a playful back-and-forth. You dance close, letting your hands trail up her chest to adjust her bow tie, and give her a coy smile. “What’s the matter, mi conejito?” you tease. “Jealous?”

Her fingers grip your waist a little tighter, pulling you against her. “No,” she replies with a smirk, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Just reminding everyone who you belong to.”

—————

After the party, you and Alexia head back to her apartment. The Halloween festivities aren’t quite over yet, at least not for Alexia, who insists on a horror movie marathon. “It’s tradition,” she explains, setting up the first film as you settle on the couch with a blanket.

“You know I’m not a fan of scary movies,” you remind her, giving her a pout that you hope will soften her resolve.

Alexia smirks, sliding in beside you and pulling you into her side. “Pero es Halloween, cariño,” (“But it’s Halloween, darling,”) she says, wrapping an arm around you. “And it’s not that scary… I promise.” The mischievous glint in her eyes suggests otherwise, but you reluctantly agree, pressing closer to her for comfort.

As the movie starts, you try to focus on the plot, but the suspenseful music and creepy atmosphere immediately put you on edge. With every jump scare and sudden movement, you find yourself clinging tighter to Alexia. By the time a particularly gruesome scene appears on the screen, you’re practically buried in her shoulder, your hands gripping the fabric of her shirt.

“¡Dios mío!” you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut. “Why do people enjoy this?”

Alexia chuckles softly, her hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. “Tranquila, mi amor. I’m here,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You can hide all you want.”

When you peek up at her, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, she gives you a playful smile. “You know, if you’re going to jump on me like this, we might as well watch more horror movies.”

You roll your eyes and push her lightly, but you can’t help but snuggle closer. “Don’t get used to it. This is a one-night-only thing.”

She grins, wrapping both arms around you and letting you rest your head on her chest. “We’ll see,” she whispers, “but you’re cute, and i like it when you need me to protect you.”

The movie continues, but with Alexia’s arms around you, the scares seem a little less intense. Whenever you jump or tense up, she’s there to hold you tighter, letting you bury yourself in her embrace. Eventually, you start to feel sleepy, lulled by the comforting rhythm of her breathing and the warmth of her body.

“Are you falling asleep on me?” she asks, her voice soft as she feels your head droop.

“Maybe,” you mumble, half-asleep. “But only if you promise not to make me watch another horror movie.”

Alexia chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Está bien, princesa. We’ll watch something funny next,” she says. “Whatever you want.”

—————

The next day, you decide to do something a bit more light-hearted and far less terrifying: baking Halloween-themed cupcakes together. It’s an impulsive idea, sparked when you saw a cute cupcake recipe while scrolling through your phone.

You find yourself standing in Alexia’s kitchen, surrounded by ingredients and baking tools. You’re wearing one of her oversized Barça jerseys as an apron and a pair of cat-ear headbands left over from last night, to keep your hair out of your face, while Alexia has pulled her hair up into a messy bun and is already reading the recipe out loud.

“Okay, we need to mix the flour, sugar, and butter first,” she instructs, glancing up at you. “¿Estás lista?” (“Are you ready?”)

You grab a handful of flour and grin mischievously. “More than ready,” you reply, tossing a small pinch of flour in her direction. It lands lightly on her cheek, and she looks at you with mock disbelief.

“¿En serio?” (“Seriously?”) she says, smirking as she reaches for her own handful of flour.

Before you can react, she throws a cloud of flour back at you, and the kitchen quickly turns into a playful battlefield. You’re both giggling uncontrollably as you duck behind the counter for cover, trying to avoid her flour attacks while sneaking in a few of your own.

Eventually, you call a truce, both of you covered in flour, laughing and panting as you lean against the counter. “Okay, maybe we should actually bake now,” you suggest, wiping some flour off your cheek.

“Buena idea,” (“Good idea,”) Alexia agrees, grinning as she pulls you into a quick kiss. “But you started it, remember?”

You stick your tongue out at her before getting back to work, this time actually focusing on the recipe. The two of you mix the ingredients together, taking turns stirring the batter and stealing kisses in between tasks. When it’s time to pour the batter into the cupcake liners, you make a show of ‘accidentally’ licking a bit of the batter off your finger in a slow, teasing way.

Alexia raises an eyebrow, her gaze darkening slightly as she watches you. “Ten cuidado, princesa,” (“Be careful, princess,”) she warns, her voice low. “I don’t think I can resist you if you keep doing that.”

With a cheeky grin, you lean closer to her. “Who says you have to resist?”

She doesn’t need any more encouragement. In one swift movement, she wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in for a kiss, tasting a bit of the sweetness still on your lips. When she finally pulls away, you’re both breathless and smiling like fools.

“Okay, okay, cupcakes first,” you laugh, playfully pushing her back. “Then more kisses.”

Alexia smirks but nods in agreement. “Deal.”

After the cupcakes finish baking, you work together to decorate them with Halloween-themed designs—some with little ghosts, some with pumpkin faces, and a few with sprinkles. You’re not professional bakers by any means, but the cupcakes turn out surprisingly cute, even if the icing is a bit messy.

As you finish, you steal a glance at Alexia, who is carefully adding the last sprinkle to a cupcake. “Thanks for doing this with me,” you say softly, your tone sincere. “I know it’s silly, but it means a lot.”

She looks up, her expression softening as she meets your gaze. “No es tonto,” (“It’s not silly,”) she replies, reaching out to brush a bit of flour from your hair. “I’ll do anything for you, you know.”

You lean in and kiss her once more, savoring the sweet taste of icing and the warmth of her lips. “I love you, Alexia,” you whisper against her mouth.

“Te amo más,” she murmurs back, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close. “Always.”

You spend the rest of the afternoon in the kitchen, snacking on cupcakes and cleaning up the mess you made, with music playing softly in the background. There’s nothing extraordinary about it, but somehow, it’s perfect—just you and Alexia, sharing the simple joys of being together.

As the sun sets and you curl up on the couch to watch a much less scary movie, you think back on the last 24 hours. From the Halloween party to the horror movies and flour fights, it’s been a chaotic, laughter-filled celebration. But with Alexia by your side, you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

[i-simp-for-fennorian]

🖤 Little Affections 🖤

"She is quite the loved little darling.", Evelynn said, kissing Valerie's cheek once more, lightly bouncing her in her arms.

Fennorian smiled warmly as he watched Evelynn lavish their daughter with affection. He couldn't argue with her words. Valerie was loved...deeply so. He wanted nothing more than to give her the world.

He then reached out and gently stroked Valerie's tiny hand, a soft expression on his face.

"That she is," he agreed."The most loved little girl in all of Tamriel, I'd wager."