#his hair whisps tho

[mymanreedus]

I really want to braid his hair

[phoenixmetaphor]

next >>>

oct 1 - aqua ring

man why does the aqua ring gotta look like… that.

… i am trying something new this october, which is to just.. focus on one au. which isn’t to say every piece will be in the same au, but just that instead of agonizing over prompts, i can just keep developing one idea.

i am also doing a new au. i’m too invested in most of the others to do rushed drawtober pieces for them 🤣

so here we goooooooooooo.

see the tags if you want to know vaguely where this is going. we’ll talk more about it later.

(btw, i am DEFINITELY not doing comics every day all month. i am not doing comics every piece nor am i doing them every day. i mean… let’s be real, it’s me, we’re doing good if you get like…. 4 pieces out of me in october.)

[cumironi]

TIME TO CONFESS .ᐟ

𖧷 ryomen sukuna. halloween night and you decided to go to the party that you're best friend(maybe)— Yuji Itadori has at his house and he has an older brother, a hot, sexy and handsome older brother, Sukuna. You're having a crush on him for as long as you can remember, and the goddess of luck seems like it on your side that night.

beware. olderbrother! sukuna, jealous!sukuna, virgin! reader, human sukuna, non-sorcerer, praise, degradation, names calling, chocking, hair-pulling, dirty talk, rough sex.

“y/n, you came,” the pink-haired boy shouted between the loud music. with a drink in his left hand, he came to you and hugged you. you smiled at him and hugged him back as you felt he kiss your cheeks. he looked at you up and down before tilting his head to the side, “devil, huh?” you are sure you can see lust in his eyes as he scans your body.

yuji is wearing a tight, spiderman costume. you can see the outline of his dick, even from afar— he has a big and long dick, that's for sure. “you look good in this,” you smile as you run your hands on his stomach, feeling his hard-rock abs. he smirks at you before letting his hands that in your back go down to your ass, squeeze it as he pulls you closer until your tits touch his chest.

“come on, let's meet the others.”

he holds your waist as he guides you somewhere. his huge house is painted with halloween decoration. “it's so crowded in here, how many people do you invite?” you ask him as you look around. his place is filled with people you didn't know.

“i don't know exactly,” he laughed.

he brought you to the sofa where you could see all your friends. “lady, you look hot,” yuta came, both hands holding a drink you assume for maki, his girlfriend. you look at him up and down and send him a smirk, “you, yourself look hot too, not as hot as your girlfriend tho.” he rolled his eyes and chuckled lightly, “yeah, can't argue with you bout that.” he kissed you check before sit beside his girlfriend and hand her the drink. they both dressed as a couple— harley quinn and joker.

“come here,” Yuji sat himself beside a spike-haired boy known as megumi fushiguro and pulled you by hand to sit on his lap. his palm hand rested on your ass— squeeze it in tiny from time to time. for quite a long minutes you just sat on yuji's lap and talked with your friends. nobara hands you a glass of alcohol as he sits beside maki and looks at yuji. “have you met yuko ozawa?” she asked and lifted her eyebrows.

“who?” you asked and looked at the boy. he looked at you and nobara alternately before waving his hand in the air. “there's no reason for me to meet her,” he said which made the girl roll her eyes. “yuko ozawa was the girl from junior high school, yuji's ex,” megumi explain to you, you nodded your head as a respond. “she cheated on me, don't want to have anything to do with a cheater,” yuji added.

“yeah, I just pity her because she seems so desperate and causes a lot of drama, it's mental,” nobara remarked and took a sip of her alcohol. “you guys just wanna sit here and talk? you should go home instead,” inumaki said and went where people were dancing, followed by megumi and nobara— who literally had to drag the boy to dance with her. “we wanna go somewhere too,” Yuta said, smiling at you and yuji. his hand wrapped around maki's waist as the girl leaned her body to her boyfriend.

“please wear condoms, I don't want to clean your mess again, it's disgusting,” yuji begged. the black-haired boy's face became a crimson red and cleared his throat. “were not that messy,” he mumbled as you laugh, making his face become even redder in embarrassment. “we can make a mess as much as we want, you just sad because nobody's want to fuck you,” maki defend her boyfriend.

“come on baby, don't mind them.”

and the two of them lose between the crowd, leaving you with yuji. you shift your attention from the crowd to yuji as you feel his hands rub your tight smoothly. “wanna dance?” he asked, nearly whispering. he looked into your eyes for a moment before focusing on your parted lips. “i don't know, there are too many people,” you whispered back to him. he could feel your breath kiss his face. “maybe we can stay here for a while,” he mumbles on your lips before he kisses you.

you can taste the alcohol on his lips, vaguely. you corrected your sitting position, previously you were sitting crookedly on his lap, now you are sitting on his lap with your legs on the sides of his thighs, holding him in place. yuji runs his hand to your tight, moving them to your ass and squeezing them— rocking you back and forth on top of his lap. you can feel his dick getting harder under your cunt.

“fuck, y/n,” he moaned in your mouth.

you keep grinding on yuji's dick and hug his neck to pull him closer, losing your finger under his soft and fluffy locks. feeling your finger on his scalp makes yuji moan. he put his tongue in your mouth, lock them with yours. you can feel a bit of your saliva run down to your chin from the side of your mouth. your body feels hot because of the make-out because yuji's hands keep squeezing your ass and spanking them slightly, because of how hard you can feel his dick under your cunt.

“you are so fucking sexy,” he whispered as he pulls away from your sloppy make-out session and look the trace of saliva on your chin. he grabbed your neck and pulled you closer making you yelp in lust. he kisses your neck, sucks them and bites them— giving you a hickey. “yes baby, keep going,” he breath out on your neck, telling you to keep moving on his dick and make them wet with his precum and your wetness, lucky for him you decide not to wear any underwear.

you're so busy with yuji and your little world that you don't realize someone was watching you the entire time. from the moment you walk into the door until you are on yuji's lap, making the boy's dick harder each second— boring his eyes on your back wishing he could just make you despair.

“i'm gonna go get a drink, wait for me yeah?” you tell yuji, giving him a little kiss on the lips before getting up. “don't make me wait too long,” he spoke as you saw him run his hand to his throbbing dick. you can see a white stain on his costume and the way his dick looks more visible and longer than before. you feel your cunt twitching because of the sight. “I won't, pretty boy.” with that you waltz your way into the crowd, where all the alcohol is.

you put some candy in your mouth as you pour some alcohol into your plastic cup and suddenly a raspy and deep voice could be heard from behind you as the hot wind kisses your naked shoulder. “fuck,” you muttered in surprised and snap your neck to find whoever does that to you. your eyes meet with red pupils, blue light flashing on the eyes, face covered with a tattoo, hair styles up showing his loving forehead. “sukuna,” you breathe out making the man smirk.

“doll face,” he teased.

he smirks, but you can clearly tell he's upset. his eyes darker than usual, his smirk looks more sinister rather than in a flirty way, and his hot breath kisses your face— heating your cheeks. ryomen sukuna, yuji's older brother, mean, arrogant yet so fucking hot older brother, also your crush for you don't know how long.

he's wearing a priest costume— in slutty way that shows his tattoo and his eight-pack. ever since you lie your eyes on sukuna's shirtless form the first time you come to their place, all you could ever think about is how good it must feel to get fuck by him. you make it obvious, shamelessly showing your body with how little you let the fabric cover your body everytime you come over when you know he's around.

sukuna knows that he knows how desperate you are to want his dick to be inside your cunt. he likes the attention and effort you gave to him and seduces him. as much as an asshole he is, you're his little brother's best friend, someone who he cares about, so he doesn't do anything about it.

at least not until he saw you walking through his front door, looking all sexy and gorgeous, and seeing your make-out session with yuji makes him jealous—he doesn't want to admit it— but all he's thinking about right now is fuck you to oblivion and remind you that he's the only man you want, he's the only one you want to get fucked by, not his brother.

that's why you are in your position right now, pinned against the wall with your leg wrapped around sukuna's waist, in his bedroom, forgetting yuji who was waiting for your return. his big hand in your ass to support your body so you don't fall. lips collided for dear life, doesn't care how you're about to lose your breath.

you pull away only for him to grip your nape and smashed his lips back. “don't fucking move,” he growls, biting your lips in the process. you whimper when you feel a bit sting on your lips and that's only to encourage sukuna to kiss you more and put his tongue inside your mouth.

sukuna's left hand that was still under your ass moves upward, feeling your naked-soaked cunt. he smirks when you moan from his touch, leaving your lips to look at your face. “so you decided to come here to party, where you know there's gonna be a lot of drunk-loser and humping on my brother without wearing any underwear? are you really that desperate for a dick, y/n? hm?” his middle finger going up and down between your fold. “you're so fucking wet, it is because of my brother or me?” he looks into your eyes, still with a cocky smirk on his lips.

he tightened his grip on your neck as you refused to speak. “answer me when I fucking talk to you, y/n,” he commanded and shoved his two fingers inside your cunt roughly. “f— fuck sukuna,” you whimper and close your eyes for a second. “bet you can get wet easily no matter who he is since you're so fucking desperate for a dick,” he mocked you. “only for your dick,” you tell him, confidently locking your eyes with his. sukuna lifts his eyebrows after hearing your words.

“yeah?”

so he puts you down and sits on his chair— manspread. he pats his one tight, signalling you to sit there. “sit here and hump on my tight, show me how such a fucking slut you are,” his deep voice calls you. with no hesitation you sit on one of his laps and start to move your hips back and forth. your bent knee found themselves on sukuna's dick, rubbing it from the outside of his black pants. sukuna moans, throwing his head back for a second. one of his hands gripping harshly on your hips to support your moves.

he pulls the zipper of your dress down, leaving you with nothing but a fake wing on your back. he guides your hand to his dick— you can feel his erection. you pull his dick out of his pants and your eyes widen because of the sight in front of you. you sure that sukuna has a massive dick, more long and thick than yuji, but you don't expect it to be that big, clean and trimmed. he's probably nearly 11 inches and 5cm girth.

you shift from his dick to look at his face— which is already looking at you with a sly grin. he knows you've never seen a dick as massive as his and it boosts his confidence until it hits the roof. you wrap your little finger around his dick, spreading his precum around the head with your thumb.

“fuck, y/n,” he breathed out. heart beating fast and lips dry, he lets you play with his dick while you keep humping on his tight, making a mess there. he feels hot, burning as he looks at your pretty face. his dick frantically fucking your fist as you keep on making a mess over his tight.

your tiny hands fit perfectly on his dick, but it's not enough for sukuna. he wants your mouth around his dick, begging and on your knees. “fuck y/n, your hand fit perfectly on my dick, wondering how your mouth feels sucking me— fuck, get on your knees, baby,” he can't take it anymore. you obey him and go down on the floor, on your knees as sukuna stands tall with his dick in Infront of your face. he pulls down his pants and throws it somewhere you don't pay any attention to.

sukuna looked at you and gave his dick a few strokes, grunting in between. his red eyes were half open, full of lust and danger— your strange addiction. he placed his free hand on top of your head as he smacked your lips with his dick.

you look up to him with your big innocent eyes, quite the opposite of your state right now. sukuna's dick twitched in pain because of the sight. he squeeze his dick lightly before, “open your mouth, it's time to confess your sin, slut,” he demanded.

you stick your tongue out, touching his mushroom head with it, “forgive me, father, for i have sinned,” and with that slowly you put his dick into your mouth. again, sukuna cocking his head back with his dick touching with warmth and wetness of your mouth.

his hand tightly grips your hair— holding you to stay in place as he tries to get used to your filthy mouth. and the sentence you just said to him wasn't giving him any help at all, only making him more hornier than before.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, y/n!”

he looked back at you as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth inside your mouth. you can only fit almost half of his dick, even your jaw hurts because of how thick his dick is. “open your mouth properly baby, I know your mouth can take me,” he moaned. you shake your head slightly and try to push him by his tight only for him to wrap your hair around his hands and push his dick further until the head touches your throat down. “ah, fuck, like that baby,” a load whimpers left sukuna's mouth and close his eyes— enjoying the feeling of his dick bottomed out inside your mouth. you hit his tight with your palm as you feel like you can't breathe and tears start to gather around your eyes.

he keeps on fucking your throat without any mercy, he doesn't care how tears keep streaming down your face, how red your face is because of lack of oxygen. all he ever thinks and cares about is how good his dick felt inside your mouth. you don't either, all you ever wanted is to feel sukuna to spit his cum and fill your throat. your tongue sends a burning sensation into sukuna's dick, playing with his vein and tip while he keeps on fucking your throat— making him cum faster than he usually is. “fuck, fuck, baby, ’m close, so good— ah..” and a second later you feel something exploded inside your mouth, leaving an aftertaste of sweet, salty and a little bit sour. you gladly swallow all of sukuna's semen without a second thought.

he waits for a few seconds until you swallow all of his cum before he drew his dick out and met with your cough as you tried to grasp some air. you pulled out your tongue to show him and he chuckled sinisterly and stroked your head gently, “you're such a good girl, y/n.” he gripped on your chin between his thumb and index finger and stuck his tongue inside your mouth to feel himself before kissing you roughly. “do you want me to fuck you, hm? want me to fuck you good, baby?” he mumbles on your lips and slaps your sloppy cunt. “yes, sukuna, yes.. fuck me,” you sound more desperate.

he smirked, “come here, slut.”

he carried you to the bed, laying you on your back with your feet at the edge. he threw your feet over his shoulder while pressing the other one to the bed, making your cunt wide open. he smiles as he looks at your cunt, feeling proud of himself to know how wet he gets you. “look at you, y/n, you're so fucking wet, i don't even get to use my hands. who knows yuji has such a slutty friend. or it's because you like me, hm?” feels like all of the blood from your body makes its way to your cheeks, making you look so innocent yet so dirty. so all this time, he knows you like him. you feel embarrassed which makes sukuna laugh a little.

“you make it obvious, with the way you dress and how much you try to impress me and to get you fucked—” he stopped for a while as he parts your fold to look at your holes clutch into nothingness. “you're doing a pretty good job since I always have to fuck my fist every time you come over with that slutty outfit of yours,” he put his two fingers inside your mouth, cover them with your saliva before sticking them inside your cunt, slowly going in an out. “gonna stretch this cunt before you get to taste my dick,” he talks to himself, looking at his hands before looking back at you. “you must be feeling grateful now you're about to get fucked by me.”

you moaned in pleasure but sukuna didn't let you have your fun for a long time as he collected his finger. you cry in dissatisfaction and narrow your eyes at him. “be patient baby. I'm gonna give you something more than a finger, I'll get you pregnant, gonna fuck you until you can't walk,” he pulls you by the neck to kiss you roughly. his hands went down to your cunt to wet his palm with your juice, use it as a lube for his dick. he rub his dick to your cunt as you mewl. “please, sukuna, fuck me. i want your dick inside my pussy so bad, please,” you begged on his lips, between the kiss.

“yeah? you sure?”

you nodded, “yes, been waiting for this dick for too long.”

he smiles and pushes you back to the bed. “such an impatient little whore.” and without further ado, he thrust his dick into your cunt slowly, he wants to feel how good your cunt is for the first. “oh fuck, sukuna,” you choked and your back arch as sukuna's dick fill you. “so tight, shit. I never knew you were going to be this tight, baby,” he growled— feel your gummy wall hug his dick perfectly. soon the loud claps of your skins touching reverberate through the wall of the room. the sound of skin slapping along with your screams made sukuna content.

“fuck y/n, pussy so good— ah!”

he keeps pounding his dick inside you, hitting your sweet spot every time. the second the sight of his dick bulges on your stomach, he puts his hand there and presses it, finds his dick moving under his palm. “if know your cunt gonna be this good I'm gonna fuck you sooner than wasting my time on fucking my fist.” pleasant clouded your sense and you can't think of anything other than the pleasure sukuna gave you. your eyes looking at him with temptation glint, half closed, crimson cheeks, tits bounce and with black wings on your back, looking like an angle, a slutty one. there's no better sight than this for sukuna.

“ ’s good, kuna, fuck— me, ahh..”

loud music from the outside but both of you could hear your moan, whimpering and the sound of your skin slapping each other. you yelp in surprise when sukuna suddenly flips your body— making him face your back, putting you in doggy style. he pulls you by feet making you stand while the rest of your body is still on the bed. again he rolls his hips back to your cunt, bottomed out. in your current position, you can feel all of his dick inside you. “oh fuck! too much, kuna, i can't—” you try to pull yourself away only for sukuna to tuft your hair, jacking your head back. he uses his other hand to grip your throat, and squeeze it gently. he pulls you closer until your back is a few centimetres away from his chest.

“shh baby, I know, i know,” he whispered in your ear. hot breath kissing your neck and start thrusting into your cunt. he let your hair go to cover your mouth as the choked sob leaves from between your lips. “so good for me, baby, taking me so well, squeeze me y/n— fuck, yes, like that.. ah! good girl, oh fuck. my dick is better than yu ji, right? tell me baby.” a moan and wail and grunt soon fill the room, again. a spank kiss your ass as sukuna demand an answer from you, “yes, ’s good, feels so good inside me, better than yuji— ah, fuck,” you let out a cry leaving sukuna satisfied. you can no longer feel the pain but pleasure. sukuna's dick keeps on bullying into your overstimulated cunt. you no longer thinking about yuji while the boy is outside of the room— looking for you.

the door to the sukuna bedroom swings open, revealing yuji standing there. sukuna gave him a sly grin as he kept on pounding at you but you didn't realize, too deep into the pleasure that sukuna gave you. yuji closed the door and locked it before he found his way to in front of you, on the bed. you open your eyes as you feel something touching your lips only for you to meet with naked yuji, on his knees in front of you with his dick in your mouth. his usually bright brown eyes now looking dark, clouded with lust and desire. “sucks, y/n.” he commands you. without waiting for you, he fuck his way into your throat, choking you. a loud relief moan leaves his lips. “ah fuck!”

he pulls your hair, “you're so mean leaving me out there while you were here, getting fucked by my brother. I didn't know my best friend is a dirty little whore. how about you take us at the same time, princess? since you're so fucking hungry for dick and my dick wasn't enough for you,” he ramble. who knows someone as sweet as yuji has a dirty mouth. sukuna on the other hand enjoys the sight of you sucking his brother.

and by the heart you know you're gonna have a long night in front of you. and you don't think the two brothers gonna go easy on you either. let's just say you have the best night you could ever imagine.

[redbleedingrose]

Warm

Azriel x Reader

A/N: Just a cute little Drabble for Azriel bc I miss him and love him and he is so sweet to his mate. He deserves the world, and all the good things (even tho he is a major slut).

The winter nights of Valeries are some of your favorite nights of the year. The lights that are hung along the shops and townhomes which sparkle like stars in the night sky, the never ending laughter of children and quiet chatter of the people roaming to find gifts for their loved ones, it makes for something found only in stories. But here it is, your reality. The icy wind brushes alongside of your home, once built by your mates bare hands with the help of his brothers, an homage to his dedication to you. He is out with said brothers, has been all day, busy with their so-called annual snow ball fight.

You can’t help but wonder as you smile to yourself, humming while stirring the cream and melting chocolate on the fire stove, if your mate was named champion of this years battle. He has been for the past six years, prior to that, Rhysand had won, the year him and Feyre found each other. Smug bastard probably was trying to show off to his newly named bride.

Your eyes crinkle, thinking of how Azriel won the snow ball fight each year for almost a decade after you were officially mated. Poor Cassian really struggled with his pride for a while, the Illyrian baby whined every chance he could get, earning a pitiful kiss on the cheek for his grand efforts from you with Azriel glaring hotly at his brother from across the table. A tiny giggle escapes you while you reminisce, the shadowsinger of course earned his own reward, something far more… heated in the cold winter nights that left you rather… well- unable to walk in the next morning.

The whispers of Az’s shadows stroke across your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, gliding up your arms and through your hair, whisping and playing with the loose strands falling out of your braid. A firm arm wraps around your waist, while the other arm settles onto the counter in front of you, scarred hand flexing as it grips the edge. Kisses, soft and sweet, pressing into the side of your head, behind your ear, peppered onto your neck and at the crevice of your shoulder, into your hair and on the side of your forehead, blissfully sliding right onto your cheek and down with a gentle bite to your jaw that leaves you gasping for air. The arm around you tightens, good thing too- the rough, raspy voice from your mate behind you has you weak in the knees, “Guess who won, my beautiful, gorgeous, brilliant, sexy wife?”

The shadowsinger’s front is completely flush against your back, you can almost hear the smirk forming on his pretty lips, regardless, you can feel the curve of his cheek against yours as his warm hand stroke up and down your side. From the corner of your eye, you can see his grip on the counter tightening as he takes in your scent, no doubt muddled with the hot chocolate you were making for him. Licking your lips, you quickly turn your head to the side and plant a wet kiss to his cheek before turning back to the pot before you, not wanting to burn the drink you spent so long trying to make for your presumptive winner.

Impatient is not a word you would use to describe your mate in most scenarios. However… it seems the spymaster cannot wait for his prize, forcing you to turn around with heady, half lidded, beautiful hazel eyes focusing on your lips. “The hot chocolate Az-“ a kiss lands onto your lips, fast and hard, warm hands cupping your cheeks and pulling you in closer, “Forget the damn chocolate.”

Your laughter interrupts his kisses, but the stubborn male continues with teeth gnashing and tongues barely intertwining, “I spent a while making it for you shadow boy.” He huffs, pulling you closer, tilting your head back so the expanse of your neck is exposed.

“Is-“ Kiss.

“That-“ Kiss.

“So?” Kiss.

His own smile lilts as you hum, running your hands up his forearms, holding his wrists in place, squeezing them with each kiss he lands on you. “C’mon Azzie,” brushing the tip of your nose against his when he finally faces you with that gentle look that is specifically reserved for you. You grin up at your mate, humor racing through you until glints of mischief flicker in your eyes, “S’okay baby, Cassian had to win at some point. It’s okay to lose, you are always the winner in my heart.”

The “heart” is barely audible through your cackles and grunts, Azriel throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you towards your bedroom. A swift smack to your ass has you squealing, “Azriel!” The Shadowboy ignores you of course, biting at the rounded flesh before tossing you onto the bed. Your heart skips once, twice, three times as he pushes the fabric of your dress up to your waist leaving you utterly exposed and heated all over despite the night chill, his playful growl sparking your bond with need and love, “I think it’s time to receive my prize for winning, don’t you think my mate?”

Anyway… that is not what I expected for this fic to be, but it is where it ended up so I hope you enjoyed!

Masterlist

[hyunsvngs]

I saw you mention church boy Jisung and it made me think about an ask I sent RJ aaages ago! It was about young priest Hyunjin tho. I hope you don’t mind it but I had kept it in my notes and I thought I’d share since it’s this week’s mood 👀

Priest in training Hyunjin who can’t help but stare at you during mass bc the rays of sun coming through the stained glass hit you just right as if you were a revelation.

Priest in training Hyunjin who blushes everytime you come get your host and when he softly draws a cross on your forehead with his thumb as you look up at him.

Priest in training Hyunjin who prays for you every night to keep you protected.

Priest in training Hyunjin who also prays every night for clarity bc he’s never felt this way. Who recites three extra Hail Marys bc he feels guilty about how many times he thought about how warm your skin would be during the day.

Priest in training Hyunjin who feels himself get hard and his heart tighten when he practices giving confessionals and you tell him "brother Hyunjin I’ve been having impure thoughts about a boy I like" "Oh?"

Priest in training Hyunjin who feels elated when you volunteer at the presbytery and gets to spend more time with you.

Priest in training Hyunjin who gives you his favorite rosary for you to keep (and remember him by, even though he won’t admit it bc it’s a selfish thought).

Priest in training Hyunjin who starts to think that there’s no way loving and coming to the thought of someone as angelic and kind as you could be a sin.

Priest in training Hyunjin who starts to think that if God made us all in His image, why can’t he worship you? Tenderly kiss the sole of your feet? Kneel before you?

Priest in training Hyunjin who feels like he could die on the spot when you tell him how pretty he is. Even worse the one time you asked him if he were an actual angel.

Priest in training Hyunjin who doesn’t move an inch when you bravely decide to tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. Who turns into a literal statue when you start tracing his features with your fingertips ; his brows, the bridge of his nose, his cupid’s bow, his plump lips…

Priest in training Hyunjin whose brain turns into mush and instinctively closes his eyes and takes your finger in his mouth and sucks on it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Whose heart grows three sizes when you softly kisses his eyelids.

Priest in training Hyunjin who can feel his heart breaking when you come to him one day crying, apologizing for being such a temptation to him. The more he is with you, the more he realizes that God did give him clarity after all those prayers. You’re not temptation, you’re a gift.

Priest in training Hyunjin who keeps in a picture of you in his locket. His crucifix above his robe, and the most prized piece of jewelry beneath his undershirt, for no one to see.

Priest in training Hyunjin who comes in his boxers along with you when you end up dry humping passionately in his room. If you’re both fully clothed, it doesn’t count, right?

Priest in training Hyunjin who finally sees the light when he gets to be inside you for the first time. Whispering and breathing his thank yous in latin in your open, panting mouth. In your pretty, tight, warm, sopping wet core. You are not sinners, this is love in its purest form.

THIS IS FUCKING WOOPOOOOOOAOAHHHHH WHISPEING HIS RHAKS IN LATIN?! SHUTUURORPTPFOGG THIS IS SO JOT

[skylinx2o]

Hi, moth man here

Can we see what macaques reaction was to whisp when he made her? Also can we see bebe whisp

It's finally here. The long awaited Whisp content! Y'all have no idea how long this ask sat in my inbox, I am sorry moth man

So here it is, baby whisp and a short story! Warning tho, Macaque might be out of character, but in my defence I tried, and was a bit delirious while writing it, both for mental and physical health reasons (was a rough month chat)

Anyway, without further ado... Baby monkey content! Yippee!!!

(Dividers made by me, please do not use without permission)

''I can't believe he got away again. After all this planning, he still refuses to acknowledge his past. Tsh, typical, I should've guessed he wouldn't go down so easy…''

Macaque groaned in frustration, clearing up the junk from the table with one swoop of his hand, not really caring where they fell at the moment.

''This power still isn't enough… Lucky for me,'' He throws a handful of hair on the tablecloth. ''He didn't even notice when I ripped a handful right from his head. That's what you get when you keep ripping your own hair off.''

Macaque rolls his eyes, grabbing a few books and scrolls, flipping through them, letting out a slight hum.

''…Well, there has to be some magic in this… Okay, let's try this…''

Macaque sighs and takes in a deep breath, focusing his powers on the hair strands. He lets his magic flow, trying to extract even a little bit more power, just the slight more advantage he needed…

Everything was going well, until he heard a noise behind him. He whipped around, ready for a fight, only to notice it was some stray that got in through a broken window. He sighted and shook his head as he watched it scurry away, annoyed that he got spooked by a cat.

He scoffs and turns back towards the table, only to stop in his tracks.

''What the-…''

Macaque could only stare blankly at what was now sitting on the table. A baby. A little monkey baby. And it just yawned.

Macaque blinked, reaching his hand out and poking the little monkey. It moved and made a sound, making Macaque quickly back away.

''No, this can't be real… How did this-… What? This can't have happened from me messing up with the magic, right? Where did the hair go…? Oh no, I did, didn't I? Great, just what I needed, a baby clone of HIM Ugh… What am I supposed to do now? I'm not- Ugh!''

Macaque growls in frustration, trying to figure out the next step of action. This was not the plan at all. He got startled out of his thoughts again as he heard a small, squeaky yawn, and he looked back towards the little monkey. She has opened her eyes and stretched, before looking up at him sleepily through half closed eyes. The dark furred monkey hesitantly reached out his hand towards her, and he didn't expect her to just lean into his hand and make a small happy sound. He let out a heavy sigh.

''Don't do that, I can't keep you… Do you think you'll just act cute and melt my heart? Not a chance little buddy.'' He pulls back his hand, ignoring the little sound of protest from the tiny monkey. She looks up at him with her big innocent eyes, just… looking at him. ''…What? Oh no, no, I'm not picking you up. Stop with that big puppy eyes, I'm not falling for it. … …UGH! Fine. Only because I will have to move you somewhere anyway.'' He grabs the little monkey unceremoniously, holding her under his arm. She lets out a small surprised and confused squeak, but she quickly seems to adjust to the situation, nuzzling happily into his side. He just groans in frustration and defeat. ''Don't get attached, I'm not keeping you. Especially not since there's a part of him in you. What am I even doing talking to a baby, you don't understand. …Come on little vermin, we're finding you a new home.''

Of course Macaque couldn't keep the baby. Not like he would want to. If it came from a part of Wukong it will probably be exactly like him. The way she was so cuddly with him was so annoying. But on the other hand, sure, he was the bad guy, but not a monster. So… He used shadows to teleport with the little creature to some main street and looked around. It was late, so no one walked around, but he knew it was a busy street at day. He eventually spotted a cardboard box that looked clean enough.

''Alright kiddo, I'm sure someone will find you eventually. Unless a demon comes and eats you, but it's not likely.'' He says half jokingly, putting the infant down, trying to ignore how her small arms reached up to him. He looks at her for a moment as he's crouching in front of the box before he exhales, turning away from her happy little eyes looking back at him. ''Well, good luck kiddo.''

She makes a small confused sound as he gets up and starts walking away. The monkey girl of course didn't understand why he was leaving, beginning to make distressed sounds. Macaque gritted his teeth as he tried to ignore her starting to cry.

''Just ignore her, just ignore her…'' He told himself as he took one and another step, the cries slightly hurting his hearing. He just had to walk, don't think too much about it. It was just some kid, not planned unwelcome surprise-

'Run away, like you always do!' the words rang out in Macaque's mind. He stopped in his tracks. No, that wasn't- Why was he thinking about this? The kid isn't his problem, he didn't plan this, he-

''No, I'm not like Wukong. I won't be running away.'' He quickly turns around and goes back to the crying infant, who was reaching her hands up to him and sobbing. ''It's okay, stop crying, it's not your fault…'' He sighs as he picks her up. ''You better not make me regret this. But I guess in the end you are my responsibility. I'll make sure you're not like that insufferable ginger.'' Macaque rocks her slightly and pats her back. Honestly, he never had to deal with babies, so he isn't sure if it would work… But thankfully she did quiet down, sparing his sore ears. She looked at him with bleary eyes, her hands grabbing his clothes for dear life. ''I gave you quite a scare, didn't you? Come on, I don't need the whole street waking up.'' He starts walking back home, not wanting to take the chance of scaring her by teleporting (even if she didn't seem to mind before).

''I guess it's just you and me now.''

[dazednstoned]

Nr. 18? 🙏

this one was intended for early chapters of my long fic, but I ended up cutting it. I'm thinking of including it in a one-shot tho! (much more than a paragraph Ik but I can't help myself)

Miss Roberts saunters around camp with pearls as pale as her ivory skin strung around her neck.

She passes by John with whisps of dark hair fallen from her dishevelled chignon. They blow in unison with the stir of the wind.

Her skin is littered with goosebumps that cause the hairs on her arms to stand stiffly against the cold. His eyes drift up to where goosebumps trail up to the hollow of her throat. Like fabric snagging on a bared nail, his focus dips back down to the pearls at her neck. There ain’t no doubting they’re real.

Something like a smirk, but more goading and arrogant in that way John always is, comes to his lips.

“Pearls?” He abruptly calls out to her as both a question and an accusation.

“Excuse me?” She halts midstep and cranes her head to glare back at him.

“Never met a working girl who could afford pearls,” he muses in a way that ain't entirely taunting, but it surely ain't kind.

Miss Roberts’ hand instinctively goes to her neck. The tip of her finger gently grazes the jut of her collarbone, just below where the pearl necklace rests elegantly on her.

Her red-painted lips tighten to a scowl as she says haughtily, “I’m real good at my job.”

A chuckle as rough as the callouses along his palms makes his chest contract.

“Can you attest for that?”

[papersnarl]

"Now why would I tell you and give away my secrets to strangers tho those who don't know me. I can't be sure you are safe especially if you are the one who so crudely threw a knife at me."

First _ Last 1 _ Last 2 _ Next

Yes though Papersnarl has gotten into fights! That's why he has many scars as he does!

Also his whisps work as a mix of hair and extra ink! He can kinda control it but it's there due to excess magic he can "style" it however they like their current look

Also I just threw these two in as.. one cause they ask kinda the same things and for my own sake sorry

[thelemoncoffee]

Mer Kokichi really be taking after his parents. Did he get to a lot of fights?

Also Shuichi... *squint eyes* is he Idia's son? That flaming hair and yellow eyes!

Okay so Kokichi didn't get his scars from fighting people, those are actually something i hc he has no matter the au because i am of the firm belief that he's both accedent prone and wreckless. those two things paired with his hooligan lifestyle with DICE means he very frequeny gets hurt it some very stupid ways. tho if you ask him he'll play them up as battle scars

as for Shuichi, yes he is Idia's kid, Idia and Chenya's to be specific. i made a mess of a plot with those two that basically boils down to Idia trying to use genetic science to rid the next generation of his family's curse- which i'm not actually sure what is cause i found multiple different translations of it

anywho he tried to use genetic cloning to do it, and needed a second "parent" DNA set which is where Chenya comes in and volunteers (i ship them cause i think it'd be cute, but they don't actually get anywhere till Shuichi's like- 14). With Chenya's DNA he makes two experimental kids, Shuichi who has Idia dominat DNA, and Chiaki who has Chenya dominat. i haven't decided if his experiment worked yet but i have decided the did a third years later that got them Nagisa as a perfect DNA split. Chenya also stuck around to help Idia raise them cause he isn't a deadbeat catboy

So Shuichi is mostly Idia's son, but also he has enough of Chenya's DNA in him he has some cattish abilities. ie: hightened smell, taste, and hearing, nightvision, purrs, reflective eyes.

idk if this is canon but i like to beilieve Idia's hair glows as the tips, and i can totally imagine Shuichi walking around in a pitch black room cause he can see fine, Kaito walking in using his phone screen as light, and then looking up to see this weird floating whisps of blue in the dark with two bright yellow eyes staring right at him- poor dude would think he saw a ghost

[mymanreedus]

deathstrandinggame May 9

[sugarpearsao3]

ZoSan fantasy AU

Sanji comes from a an imperial family of Wizards and Witches. At 8yrs old they're taken to choose a familiar. 

 Except the Vinsmokes didn't bring Sanji. The 3 brothers dropped him from the carriage in the middle of the forest, where he met an injured and starving tiger... Who turns out to be part of an ancient and near-extinct magical species. 

 One of the only familiar type-creatures that could manifest a human form

And so Sanji fed and took care of the tiger even tho he himself was banged up from being thrown off the carriage. During a hard, rainy day, the little blonde boy would hide under the roots of an old tree, and a green, tiger cub would curl around him for warmth

Sanji wouldve miraculously made it to the nearby kingdom where the vinsmokes would be residing. He was just a child. Where else would he have gone if not to his "family"? 

 Except, this time he came with a green cub... One that Judge noticed right away

Judge recognized the cub's origins right away and took him from Sanji. The green tiger growled, wriggled, and scratched, trying his best to get out of the Warlock's grasp.

 "Father, where are you taking him!?" Little Sanji would cry

But the two were separated. That night, Reiju told Sanji that his tiger cub would be sent to a magic institution to be studied and tamed. "B-but... He's mine!"

Reiju then told Sanji of their father's plans to lock Sanji away forever. She told him to run and never come back. That same night, Sanji escaped the Vinsmoke family with a green cub beside him.

The little boy and the peculiar tiger would wander through the forests hiding from sight. Sanji would hold the cub close when humans passed by. "Don't show yourself, stupid! They'll take you away!"

It wasn't until Sanji came across a coven of witches who called themselves Kamabakka when he stopped being a wanderer. The coven's leader, Ivan, would ask Sanji...

"And why would your father lock you away, Sanji-boy?" 

 And Sanji would say it's bcuz he was weak. He fell behind. He was nothing like his brothers who were top notch wizards in making. Ivan would blink, and then he would laugh...

"It's because you're not a wizard!" The coven leader cackled, their form intimidating amidst the harsh storm and muddy road. The tiger cub would growl, standing protectively in front of the little boy. "You're a witch."

13 yrs later, a dark-haired boy with a scar under his eye would wander too deep into the forbidden forest. With him an orange haired thief and a long-nosed archer. 

 "Do you know where you are?" A voice would call from the depths of the woods.

The boy blinked and squinted into the forest. "Luffy!" The thief cried in fear, "We should leave!" 

 "No one ever leaves the forbidden forest alive!" The archer shook, terrified. "A coven of witches lives here!"

Suddenly, in the darkness came an emerald glow and golden glow. Gentle footsteps sounded as someone approached with a cat-like walk. And in came to view a beautiful blonde man with a large, terrifying green tiger in tow. But most importantly, this man had on a traditional witch's hat. "My name is Sanji and this is Zoro," the man breathed in a drag from his smoking pipe and rested his hand on one hip. "Get the fuck out of our forest."

Then the emerald tiger would release a roar so mighty that it shook the very ground they stood upon. 

 But the dark-haired boy was unphased. In fact, he smiled. "Sanji and Zoro, eh?" He'd laugh and continue, "Join my party!"

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END

I'm just thinking about witch Sanji sitting cross-legged on top of the gigantic tiger Zoro. Zoro transforming with a magic whisp of emerald glow, suddenly human with the pretty blonde on his arms

The bond between a witch and their familiar... They further Zoro goes away from Sanji the weaker he becomes. Zoro can also give Sanji a healing boost along with his strength. They need each other to fight

But where does Zoro come from? Why was an ancient, magical beast cub just shivering in the forest? What was Judge really gonna use him for? It all lies in the secret of what happened 800 years ago

Normal beast familiars are there to boost you. They're mostly used for combat, but magic-based familiars can buff you. But, Zoro's an ancient and rare familiar. Not only does he have a human form, but he can heal you with physical contact and vice versa

[baejl]

youth

ateez 9th member au

moon gets a bit sad on her 20th birthday but the boys are always there for her

masterlist ☾ requests are open feedback is always important to me!

Adulthood. What a phase on someone's life.

If she wasn't an idol, Moon would probably be deciding which college she'd go to or what to do now that she's completely in a legal age. But well, that was kind of impossible having the life she has.

"Moon-ie," Yunho called her attention, getting inside her room. She hummed and looked up from her sketchbook. "what are you doing here alone?"

"Just chilling..." Moon shrugged. "Did something happen?" 

"Yeah?" he said with an obvious tone. "The fact that 20 years ago you were getting born?" 

She giggled at him. Usually, she'd love to celebrate her birthday. Going live to have a great time with Atinys, having surprise parties by the members, but not this time. 

2021 was a wonderful professional year for Moon and the boys, but probably one of the worse for her personally. And, as far as her life goes on, she has no clue about what to do. 

Before she could answer him, the door opened, and Mingi stormed into the room. 

"Yo," he called their attention. "why is this party looking like a funeral? Let's eat some cake Wooyoung bought." 

"Oppa, I'm not really-"

"Too bad I didn't ask." he snapped, getting her up from her computer chair. "Let's party a bit."

Mumbling something about wanting to go to bed and that they had a schedule in the morning, Moon still allowed him to drag her from her bedroom to the living room. When she stepped into the living room, Seonghwa was hanging a banner written 'Happy Birthday, little Moon'. 

Moon's heart melted with the fact that even with their busy schedule, they waited until midnight to make all of that. 

"Awn," she pouted. "guys!"

"Mingi-ah!" Hongjoong complained, making Mingi flinch next to Moon. "You were supposed to check if she was sleeping, not to bring her here yet." 

"Oh." Mingi mumbled, forcing a smile. Moon laughed and caressed his shoulder. "Sorry, I guess." 

"Guys, you didn't have to care about it." she said, shaking her head. A picture of Moon when she was a kid photoshopped with some balloons and confetti called her attention. "You even printed this!" she pointed at the banner. 

"You're officially an adult now, Eunji!" Yeosang said, hugging her by her shoulders and slightly shaking her. "Of course we care about it." 

"Is she up?" San showed up in the living room, holding a pix box. When he saw Moon, he forced a grin. "Oh, hi Eunji-nie." 

Moon giggled and waved. 

"Hi, oppa." 

"So... I think this is yours." he said, getting close to her. He passed his arms around her shoulder and hugged her. "Congratulation. I love you." he kissed her forehead before handing her the box. 

Before even opening the box, Moon's eyes started tearing up. The boys cooed and gathered around her. 

"I'm fine." she said, cleaning the tears. "I'm on my period." 

"Oh, it explains a lot." Jongho mumbled behind her. Moon looked at him, annoyed. "I still love you tho." 

"Open it!" Seonghwa said on top of them, already tired of waiting and all that suspense. 

Moon placed the box on the table and started unboxing it. When she lifted the top, the box was full of small gifts. The first thing she took out was a candle. Then she took a frame with the constellation of the day she was born. 

"That was my idea." Wooyoung said, pointing at the frame. Moon giggled. 

"Thank you, Woo." she smiled. 

After taking a few more gifts, such as plushies, some things related to painting and letters, Moon saw a picture on the bottom of the box. She gasped, realising what picture that was. 

She still had her pink hair, none of the boys had their hair dyed yet, and all had the same bowl cut. Most of them still had their braces on, but it wasn't enough for them not to smile. Moon and Jongho still had their uniforms while the rest had their practice clothes. It was their first picture together as nine. 

"Oh, boys..." she sighed, crying. 

"Did you like it?" San asked, almost whispering. 

"I loved it!" she answered, excited. 

"We know you'd like to spend your birthday in another way, but that's the best we could do in five hours." Hongjoong explained, pointing at the messily filled up balloons, the confetti around the room and the banner. 

Without saying much, Moon pulled all the boys for a big hug, hoping that would be enough to show them how grateful she was for having them. 

"Thank you so much, guys." Moon said, still hugging them. "I wouldn't be here without you." Maybe they didn't understand how much they really mean to her, but she just needed to let them know. 

"Now, I need to know this." Yeosang said, stepping back. "What are you going to do now that you are an adult?" 

Moon hummed and pouted, trying to think about something. There's nothing she would want to do that she already hadn't as a minor, and she didn't like alcoholic stuff. 

Expect for one thing. 

She looked straight up to Hongjoong before saying. 

"I want to get my belly button pierced." 

"Oh, my God!" he said, defeated. 

[lunaastoir]

fluff/relationships w the mondstadt crew

characters included: diluc, kaeya, and jean

gn! reader as always <3

tw: fluff??? domesticity??? crack??? ideal relationships w people who will never be real??? also mentions of alcohol!

an: so i’m back w a sequel to my “fluff/relationships w the liyue crew” since you guys seemed to really like it <3 thank you my heart is literally melting 😩 this post was getting too long so i excluded some of the characters but expect a part. 2 (more like part 3 but part 2 to the mondstadt version)! 

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diluc

man. this MAN.

that’s it, that’s the headcanon. 

he would literally be the most doting lover in the softest ways

SUCH a soft romantic like you thought you knew love??? nah this man will show you what love is

will constantly leave you things around the winery to convey his silent thank you’s and appreciation for you putting up with him being busy for most of the day

it’s always the most thoughtful things ever too like-

you mentioned how nice it would be to have some fresh lemonade with the hotter weather outside but it was too late in the day to actually go to the market in search of fresh lemons 

the next day you walked downstairs only to be greeted with a pitcher of cool lemonade with a side of lemon bars

there was a note attached to the handle of the pitcher <3 

“i recall you mentioning how lemonade would be perfect for the warmer weather so i decided to make some for you this morning. i hope it’s still cool by the time you drink it. love, d” 

pls sir your hand in marriage

he secretly loves it when you usher him to bed after waking up in the dead of night to see him working by candlelight on reports 

soft hands on his cheeks gently whispering about how, it’s been far too long and come to bed, darling and there will be time for this in the morning

his protests are light given the dark purple hues under his crimson eyes but he’ll still make a little fuss 

don’t let this man fool you tho he’s so so touched that you care enough to check up on him and drag him to bed!!

sometimes on the days he has a bit more free time, the two of you will quickly grab your dinners and race to the highest spot in the winery to watch the setting sun

these moments are always filled with laughter, something you’ve found you’re easily able to pull out of diluc, simply because it’s you 

uncontrollable sobbing

he would let you paint his nails black like the angsty man he is 

frankly he would let you do anything to him if it makes you happy <3 

ok but wait diluc w bLACK NAILS?? AND RINGS??? i would die on the spot ⚰️

on the topic of makeup, this man is surprisingly really good w it 

i like to think he learned after practicing on kaeya when they were younger bc kaeya was really into makeup

you found out after babysitting klee one day and trying failing to draw eyeliner on the sweet girl after her “big brother ‘bedo!”

you hastily grabbed some wipes, gently wiping off the messed up design before attempting to dive back in 

diluc however, had some down time so he decided to check up on his favorite chaotic duo 

only to be met with a pile of dirtied makeup wipes, your frustrated expression, and klee’s growing jitteriness 

swiftly moving to your side, he quietly asked if you needed help 

you glanced up quizzically before handing him the eyeliner, already looking around to find more makeup wipes when this inevitably goes wrong 

to your utter surprise tho the eyeliner is perfect??? two perfect winged lines??? in less than a minute??? WHAT

you just stood there like 😦 before diluc got back up and handed you the eyeliner 

you were short-circuiting, klee was ecstatic, diluc was worried about you 

ok last thing abt diluc 

crack! warning but the both of you like lowkey pranking kaeya 

for diluc it’s revenge on his annoying brother; for you it’s good - natured sibling rivalry fun 

every time the two of you see kaeya, one of you always swipes something of his 

small things really, it could be a pen or a handkerchief

one time, diluc swiped kaeya’s spare eyepatch and from the looks of it, kaeya’s only spare black eyepatch bc he was frantically looking for it yk he’s desperate when he even asked diluc if he saw it

the two of you spent an hour nearly laughing your asses off 

all in all, life w him is so sweet 

kaeya

pretty boy? pretty boy. 

while i can’t guarantee stability, life would never be boring w this man that’s for sure

piggy back rides 🗣 piggy back rides 🗣 piggy back rides 

he LOVES it, the feel of you on his back while he’s walking around mondstadt most likely carrying you to your commission 

he finds it comforting especially since he can hear the rumble of your voice against him while you recount stories, or just babble on about everything under the sun 

he is SO dramatic so obviously when y’all reach the site of the commission he has to kill all the monsters even tho the both of you agreed to split it up evenly 

he makes quick work of his set before stealing some of yours much to your chagrin 

you scold him but can you really be mad at him when he looks drop dead gorgeous freezing the hilichurls the answer is no, no you cannot be

oh my god ok wait-

he does this thing where he tries to spook you in public 

so say you’re getting groceries at the mondstadt general store

you round the corner just minding your own business, looking around, taking in the sunshine 

and suddenly you just hear someone drop in behind you but before you can register anything you hear a soft “boo” and hands circle your waist 

you jump SIKE let’s be honest you shrieked 

meanwhile kaeya’s just laughing his ass off 

you can hear his rich peals of laughter while you attempt to regain your bearings 

he does this so often you SHOULD be used to it but you really aren’t bc mans is SNEAKY-

he cards his fingers in your hair whenever you’re speaking 

he doesn’t know why, it’s just a cute habit and he finds the feel of his fingers in your hair soothing

oH on the topic of comfort, kaeya really likes resting two fingers on the back of your neck???

ik he seems like the type to throw his arm around your shoulder which yes he totally is but during more serious conversations his hand automatically seeks out the warmth of your neck 

your neck feels amazing especially during the warmer months due to his chilly fingers contrasting with your warm skin  

he likes that he’s able to access such a vulnerable part of you and you would willingly let him 

HE GETS YOU MATCHING OUTFITS

no i will NOT take criticism on this i just kNOW he’s that type of guy

it would be those stupid “i’m his” and “they’re mine” sweatshirts like BYE 

it’s so cringy but for some reason it’s oddly adorable and you truly despise it but you can’t seem to say no whenever he asks 

you pretend to ignore the look of pity diluc throws your way whenever he sees you like this

kaeya really loves accessories so i think he would be the type to give you a promise ring or something similar to show that he truly does care for you 

he would brush it off, flirting a little like usual before handing you the ring 

with the way his cheeks softly darken though, you know he’s being genuine 

TICKLE FIGHTS ik i mentioned this for childe but shhhh

he has tickle fingers??? his hands just loOK like they’re itching to tickle someone so you’ll most likely be the unfortunate victim 

he will not show you mercy. at all. he’ll tickle you until there are tears streaming from your eyes, your face is hot, and your voice is hoarse from laughing so damn hard 

it gives him such a rush of serotonin its SO CUTE 

i feel like this goes without saying but he’s super into pda,,, anything and everything is on the table 

hand holding? duh. ass grabs? ofc. carrying you bridal style around mondstadt? why not 

ik he’s typically very playful but once the relationship reaches a certain stage, he’ll slowly start to let down the walls that surround his facade 

very very slowly show you the more realistic parts of him 

the real, damaged pieces of his soul 

he’ll be carefully monitoring your reaction though, any sign of fear or disgust will have him recoiling within himself again and you most likely will never see his true nature ever again 

SO BE CAREFUL 👹

once you’ve seen the parts of him he’s offered to you, the hushed whispers of his past, and the uncertain lines of his future, he will take off his eyepatch 

pretends like he’s not super nervous but he’s SWEATING- 

the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen though hands down 

you can understand why he covers it up but you would like it if he felt comfortable enough to take off the eyepatch occasionally when he’s with you 

also!!! sleeps with his eyepatch side facing you (in the event he wears it to bed) 

if this happens you KNOW he trusts you bc it’s his blindside <3 

anyways life w kaeya will never be boring but he is a very complicated man 

stay with him though, i promise it’ll be worth it 

jean

the key to jean’s heart is coffee and food 

GET HER COFFEE AND FOOD

i am begging you she deserves it 😭

the poor woman works so hard bc the knights are so mf understaffed, this is literally the best way you can ever show her your love and appreciation when she has work

she will MELT if you have a hot shower and dinner waiting for her when she inevitably returns later than she promised

will completely refuse at first with, “you did not have to do this, it’s too much” but shush her as you shOULD bc she deserves the entire world 

she’s the definition of “you do something for me, i’ll return the favor ten times grander”

you leave a flower on her desk bc it reminded you of her??? you’ll wake up to find a whole bouquet of the prettiest windwheel asters you’ve ever seen the next morning along with a thank you note

she’s so sweet BYE

she gets flustered extremely easily so you obviously use this as an opportunity to tease her 

when you’re in public rest your hand on her waist and inch it higher until your hand is underneath her shirt and in contact with her warm skin 

she’ll actually short-circuit its quite adorable 

sometimes y’all will be cuddling and you’ll hear whispers of her insecurities 

“am i a good grand master? will i ever be as valiant as vanessa?”

reassure her!!! tell her that she doesn’t need to be like vanessa, she’s already amazing as jean 

if you haven’t seen her in awhile, track her down and schedule a lunch date 

she never misses appointments and if it’s for you, she’ll gladly make time to see you even if she has to stay up even later than usual 

OH-

GIVE HER MASSAGES 

she has so much tension and the sorest muscles from hunching over papers and running around on errands 

if you sneak into her office and quietly stand behind her before gently pushing down on the sore tendons of her neck, she’ll genuinely fall over on her desk 

so make sure you steady her 😀

after you feel how tight her muscles are though, you drag her to barbara bc she needs a healer asap 😭

while most of your time is spent in her office - you helping out in the ways you can while jean is overseeing knight duties - you still have your fair share of life outside of the favonius headquarters

jean never likes to sit still so whenever you have free time, the both of you head off looking for monsters to clear

bouken da bouken???

adventuring w jean is seriously the funnest thing you could ever do 

it’s just non-stop you accidentally getting into trouble and her having to come help you 

even tho the both of you are dead tired after fighting, what? 20 hilichurl camps now??? the laughter and joy in your eyes shows how you both truly loved every minute of it

it’s both a stress reliever, good fun, and a work-out <3

you’re definitely prone to getting dragged to angel’s share w kaeya 

kaeya and jean sometimes hang out after work at the tavern so inevitably you’re dragged along too 

all three of you are drunk out of your minds which just makes everything a MILLION times funnier 

kaeya slurring over his words makes the two of you start cackling endlessly while diluc just shakes his head making sure to not give you more wine despite your pleas 

angel’s share ft. kaeya and bartender diluc are always the best times fr fr 

life with her literally feels like y’all are married 

so much domesticity it’s so NICE ALJDKSFH

your house is always so clean and the color scheme is impeccable bc jean has such a good eye 

you have a chore schedule 😎 but it almost never works out bc jean ends up doing everything without you knowing- 

you always confront her abt it and she’s like 😁 “i had some time so i did them! no worries tho” like i- time??? where bitc-

oH- she has amazing style so you can bet shopping w her is literally the best experience 

she takes you to all of the hidden gems some places lisa recommended and helps you pick out things 

will 100% get really blushy if you come out in something and ask her for her opinion tho she’s literally the cutest

basically jean is a sweet girl who deserves the entirety of teyvat that is all. 

thanks for reading! if you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them in <3 

[bolontiku]

"Bullshit"

Avengers AU - Chapter 4

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Characters: Brock, Natasha, Reader, OC!Shelly & Blake

Posted: April 21st

A/N: not too late! Okay a bit late...

WARNINGS: small physical violence? (It's Brock...lol)

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His hand was large and warm, settled low on your back as he led you into the compound. You were a bit nervous to be seen escorted into the building by him, not to be seen with him, but also kinda yeah. 

It wasn't that it was him, but that he would be seen with you. It worried you, what would others say?

"Y/N!" You looked away from the tall man who had let you sleep in his bed to see Blake and Shelly rushing towards you. 

Brock let the two wrap you up and steal you away, a little scowl aimed at the pretty boy who squeezed his shoulder in what he supposed was gratitude.

He was a little surprised to find Natasha waiting for him nearby, the redhead sat on a low bench with her legs stretched out in front of her, head tilted back so that all that red draped down past her shoulders in a long messy braid.

Brock supposed she wanted it to look that way and thought of the way you looked stepping out of his bedroom with your hair messed from sleep. It was as if your nose led the way, an invisible trail of coffee whisping through the air, he was sure he had only seen that effect in cartoons. Had your feet touched the ground at all? He had only ever seen your hair carefully brushed and tamed, it was his favorite thing to see when there was that errant curl. Twisting this way and that, he had often itched to reach out and snag it around his fingers. 

And here you were in his kitchen, hair a riotous mess. A first. One he liked, he wasn't gonna lie to himself that seeing you in his clothes and barefoot gave him a bit of pleasure. 

"What?"

Brock snapped back to the present. Apparently she had not had coffee, or perhaps it was that it was him. Why had she come when she hadn't even responded to his text last night? 

"Need a favor."

Nat looked over the rim of her sunglasses at him, the corner of her mouth turning down as if he had force-fed her dog shit. "Why?"

Brock wasn't one to pretend, he leveled the same look at her and growled, "thought you might wanna have some fun."

"With you?"

"I can do it myself, but pretty sure Y/N would have an issue with me laying hands on her family."

Nat raised an eyebrow, the only change in her features. "Keep talking, Y/N is the one at the help counter right?" Brock nodded, "she's organized, I like her."

Brock shifted from one foot to the other, glancing over his shoulder. The help desk where you worked was busy and there were a few faces behind it he didn't really care to know. He knew the blond and pretty boy already and that was too much. He didn't even know his own fucking trainees names. 

Nat watched as Brock growled and ran a hand down his face. He kept his gaze averted, she could see the wheels turning, trying to gauge how much he should say, she wondered if he knew what he was doing? Y/N… she barely knew you but you were quick to help and always had a smile. 

"What is your interest in Y/N?"

Brock jerked his gaze back to her, "nothing!" 

He said it too quick, too loud, he knew it too from the grimace that followed just as quick.

"Fuck it-"

"What are we doing then?" Brock was surprised as she stood pressing her dark sunglasses back into place and smoothing her outfit down. Nat sighed heavily at his expression, "what? I am bored."

*

"We were so worried!"

You offered Shelly a smile as the blond pushed a cup of coffee into your hand. 

Coffee. 

You couldn't remember when you had fallen asleep, you had struggled to keep from outright bawling into the cool white pillows. But you had woken, completely sprawled out on the large bed. Who owned a bed that large? You could fit the whole of the Avengers roster on that thing! Rather ridiculous really.

Then again… it had been softer than you imagined, with a man like Brock you had thought he would have chosen something hard, it had looked a little too firm from the way he made it, but then you had sunk into it.

"He… did he take good care of you?"

You looked at Blake who scooted back and onto the counter leaning his forearms onto his knees. "Was convinced you would have turned us away but that guy is a bit scary but you two seem to get along just fine. Figured you two were closer friends. If you don't want to talk that's fine, but you should take a few before getting out there."

Shelly reached out and squeezed your hand. "You don't have to say anything, but we are here for you. Please let us know if you need help?"

You stared at the cup in your hands, stared at Shelly's hands, she wore silver rings, so pretty. The two looked at each other and Blake slid off the counter, both ready to leave you in peace when you spoke up. "He makes coffee at his place, he has a mug that has daisies on it."

"BROCK?" Shelly burst before covering her mouth with her hand. "That guy has a coffee mug that has daisies?!"

Blake sniggered, "dude is brutal and has cups like that huh?" 

You grinned, feeling the tightness in your shoulders loosen. "Super clean," you added, raising your eyebrows.

"So you're not mad that we sent him?"

You finally met Shelly's blue eyes, a genuine smile slipping into place. "Thank you."

Blake felt relief swamp him, they had overstepped. Both of them had known you wouldn't want it, but neither had really thought past wanting you to be safe. The gamble had been that scary guy. Would you be safe with him? Seeing you sitting here now he was relieved they had trusted the guy.

"No color."

Shelly giggled, eyes crinkling as Blake pulled a chair over and swung it around so he could straddle it and drop his elbows onto the back of it. "I mean-" he started and paused when both you and Shelly looked at him, "is… color… important?"

"I should have peeked a little more," you pressed a finger to your chin pretending to think on it. You had been too busy crying to snoop. "But definitely single, you can't trust a girl not to throw something of color or chaos in such an empty place. He has all the basics-" Your phone rang, you hadn't thought of it since it hadn't made a noise all night. When you had coffee you realized there were a dozen missed calls and texts from your sister but Brock had covered the face of it and told you to ignore it. You had met his stoic stare and nodded, not allowing anymore tears.

The three of you sat in silence waiting for it to stop and Shelly jumped when it finally did. "I don't have your phone number! Oh- here let me put mine in!" She quickly took it and swiped away the notification of a new voice-mail and put in her name and contact info smiling with giddiness, it wasn't much, but it was all she could really offer.

You nodded, how long had you worked with her? It was over a year now and really you had no friends, you worked and went home. Your tummy twisted when you thought of it. Home. You would have to go back. You couldn't burden Brock by taking over his bed again, nor think of crashing on his couch.

Blake stole your phone next, punching in his own information. "We should get to it!" He grinned jovially, he wanted to ask, but could tell that you were trying so hard to avoid it. "If anything comes up, call me, I will be wherever you want in minutes! It's my super power!"

"Same!" Shelly sang standing alongside him.

It was hard, with both of them looking at you with smiles in place. You knew they probably wanted to ask, but they were being kind and you were grateful. "Yes!"

**

Brock cocked his head to the side, your shift would end in a few minutes and he could see you looking at the clock nervously. Did you think he would let you go back home with those two there? 

Natasha had easily managed to get past the lock, the look on those two when they walked in had been worth it. Neither said a damned thing when Natasha walked into your bedroom, raiding it for everything she deemed necessary. Having talked it out they had decided that you would stay with Brock until you made a decision. These rooms were for rent to the STARK employees and they were certain that your guests were not to stay longer than a night, but both wanted to see what you had to say. 

It was on the way out that your sister had asked about you and Brock easily shoved her boyfriends head into the wall as an answer. He shrugged when Natasha had stared at him, but he had seen the small smirk she hadn't even tried to hide.

He watched as you said something to those two idiots and coughed as you disappeared into the back before coming back. You spotted him as you came out and quickly sent him a smile. 

There it was. 

Warmth bloomed in his chest for a second.

He shifted, looked away as you hurried over to him. You paused, looking at the bag at his feet. "A-are you leaving?" Why did the thought make you sad? He owed you nothing, the fact that he had gone over… let you stay. You had been nothing but a bother- you swallowed the lump in your throat, you were probably a bother to Shelly and Blake too.

"No, those are your things," he answered roughly. 

You stared at him in confusion.  

"You can take the extra bedroom door now, until you feel more comfortable-" he praised as Shelly and Blake started towards the two of you, "it has a lock too, extra bathroom," he paused as the two stopped behind you and looked at him with big eyes. "Da fuck are you two looking at?!" He growled, straightening himself, hands balling into fists beside him. 

"We weren't gonna let her go back there, are you taking her?" Shelly asked looking down at the bag at his feet. 

"She's staying with me-"

"Great! I got my bag and Blake can meet us at your place-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What do you think-?"

You felt uncomfortable, he looked angry, you were really overstepping and you turned to Shelly, "its okay, see? He was being nice and it's not a good idea,  I can rent a room or something. If I go it won't be too late."

Brock watched as Shelly cooed at you and Blake frowned, he cursed as he picked up your bag and wrapped his large hand around your wrist. You were soft, soft and small, he could probably touch the base of his middle finger with his thumb if he tried. He glared at Blake expectantly, "listen carefully." Blake blinked and nodded as Brock growled out his address. "Don't be late. Let's go barbie."

Shelly giggled as she hugged Blake quickly before falling in step behind you and Brock. 

Not entirely ignoring the way you looked at him. Who could ignore that face? He looked away as he was certain your eyes got bigger by the second. 

It was actually you that had to look away, brushing your free hand roughly across your face to wipe the tears away. You really didn't understand this man. That bag was yours? Yours?! And he invited Shelly and Blake over?!

Brock cursed, it hadn't been enough. He was going to kill that man, he wasn't one to put his hands on a woman that couldn't defend herself, and that sister of yours really had nothing against Natasha but he was sure he could manage to make her disappear. 

A sleepover, Brock groused ignoring the way you stared up at him as he reached his car and opened the door for you. Shelly slipped into the back and took your bag from him, you smiled softly at him before ducking into the car.

Fucking bullshit. 

[justafairytailofinnocence]

New anon here <3

Match up for PotC?

General:

- Fem identifying + she/her if you need my pronouns

- Polyam and possibly bi (for now I'm only romantically attracted to males so)

- Academically smart + gamer

- I love drawing, learning languages and playing games (though you can't do that in those times)

- I also don't mind playing poker or mahjong so

- Mental state is questionable (I'm going to therapy so you be the judge /lh)

Personality:

- My personality changes from: Chaotic/happy - very unstable - Soft/cute - s e x (/hj)

- I've been known by friends and aquaintences to be... very confident/outgoing? Apparently I give off the vibes of 'F u im gonna be me and not care about anyone's judgements'

- My sense of humour is cursed and chaotic

- Speaking of, I am quite a chaotic person in general

- I'm also quite energetic? People say I'm always very cheerful

- That's a lie I'm just good at masking lmao

- I'm pretty indecisive too ohno

- Anyway, I'm VERY empathic/caring. I am literally part of an online support group full of strangers so we can all help each other

Looks:

- I am pretty small (5'2 or something)

- Also literally as slim as a stick (not like skeleton/unhealthy, just like... very skinny) 💀

- I have long straight black hair and brown eyes

- Small face shape too I think

- Pretty flat (both chest and butt) but I think I've got decent hips imo 🤔

- My fashion is as variable as my taste in men tbh

- Sometimes im the cute girl with short pleated skirts, oversized sweaters, flowy dresses, knee high socks, Mary Jane shoes, pink blushy makeup and soft strawberry pinks

- Sometimes I be put here with leather jackets, suits, bold black liner + red lipstick and g strings

- And sometimes im looking like a sl-tty e girl idk man 🤷

- Anyways, I think if I had to wear a pirate fit it would either be an off the shoulder crop shirt + low waisted trousers or a cute flowy white dress with a brown corset and stuff

Relationship stuff:

- I'm pretttty big on PDA

- I like holding hands, hugs, kisses

- What I absolutely adore is having a hand on the waist + being picked up bridal style

- Being hugged from behind is cute too <3

- Romantic gestures that are more verbal such as compliments, letters and such are cool, just not as good as PDA lol

- Oooo speaking of I would love getting jewellery or clothes from bf bc then I can wear it as if to prove to others we're together and stuff :)

- I think i would probably suit a more casual one rather than go straight into 'I love you' tho ofc later on I wouldnt mind

- I don't mind most dates, though movies + museums are probably not my thing lol

- I don't mind a bit of clinginess, but I detest constant messages/texts like leave me alone

- As for my pref in men, as long as ur taller and masc I'm good man

Extra:

- I saw u could do a theme song and I think that would be super cool!!

- If there's like... one person I wouldn't like to be matched with it would be any of the Turners (sorry lol)

- I assume it isn't allowed, but if it is then multiple matches are 😳 yes pls

- TYSM FOR READING THIS ILYSM 💜💜💜

Hello dear 💖, thanks for your request.

For potc I ship you with:

Jack sparrow 🏴‍☠️

And

Hector Barbossa 🐒

Jack met you through tortuga, he was sailing to find the fountain of youth.

You were captured with jack and black beard to find it.

Jack was whisping you away, he lost the pearl however to the captain.

He tried to make amends with you by showing how romantic he can be.

Jack is more passionate and romantic while Hector's more genuine and somewhat heartfelt.

Barbossa wanted to find Jack but at the same time he also wanted the pearl and find you.

Jack rarely was committed but he for the first time wanted to be with you.

Angelica got jealous most of the time and had you do the dirty work.

Barbossa didn't exactly share his feelings, he wasn't used to romance but he would be would reveal something to you.

Jack has more experience, he was quite more passionate and confident in what he knows.

Expect sword fighting and arguing between the two.

If you choose jack, he would marry you on the pearl and your kid would be the next pirate lord. They would have his eyes and your hair.

Your theme song with jack:

If you chose barbossa, he would marry you as a pirate bride and your kid would be a pirate or landlubber. They would have your hair and his eyes.

Your theme song with barbossa:

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

[fly-flower-fanfics]

Just....Friends...

Aziraphale x Male Reader

Warnings: None

Thank you to @sinningissuprisinglyfun for being so so patient while I had a depression episodes and computer troubles. Thank you so much. I hope you like this.

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“Doctor!” I called out in a sing-song voice. I knew Crowley was home by the low growl coming from the living room. 

“I’m not a bloody doctor,” he replied as I plopped next to him on the couch. I glanced over and met his eyes, his yellow snake eyes. They always looked like they were judging me, which they probably were, but that was beside the point.

“I swear you were an actor back in the day,” I said, referring to one of my favorite TV shows. He grumbled something under his breath, but I didn’t need to hear it to know what he said. I was never a damn actor.

“Azira still at his bookshop?”

Crowley glanced over toward me, raising his eyebrow. “Isn’t he always?”

“So why aren’t you with him?” I asked. I knew the two were usually together, but that didn’t mean they always were. It was just when they were apart nowadays, something usually happened. I hoped nothing did. Crowley — as soft as he was — knew how to hold a grudge.

“Muttered something about how the bookshop kept reorganizing itself and practically threw me out.” Crowley shrugged. “Might let you stay, though.”

I laughed. “Crowley, there isn’t a difference between you and I.”

Crowley just smirked and snorted softly, but didn’t say anything. He swore up and down to Satan himself that Aziraphale was interested in me. Of course, I didn’t believe it. I hoped, however, but I didn’t believe it. I was only me, and he was an angel. Literally.

“So why’re you just sitting here?” I asked the demon, trying to change the subject rather quickly.

“Must I a reason?”

“I suppose no,” I replied, shrugging lightly. “Just figured you would have something to do.” I pushed myself up and ruffled the demon’s hair, which made him yelp in shock. “I should go annoy Azira now. See ya later, Doctor.”

As I closed the door behind me, I heard him shout, “I’m NOT a doctor!”

I chuckled to myself as I walked down the street. My thoughts turned to the angel again. I knew he wouldn’t mind the fact that I was pansexual. He was, too, in a way. He didn’t really like to label himself. But it just meant he wouldn’t have a problem with another man. I just knew that ‘other man’ couldn’t be me.

I opened the door to the bookshop; the little bell tinkled in response to let Azira know I was there. I heard a soft groan, a “good heavens,” and hurried footsteps. The frustration on Aziraphale’s face faded as he realized that it was only me.

“Oh, Y/N. Hello.” He smiled, his soft, round features filling with a warm happiness.

I couldn’t help but match his smile. “Hey Azira. Crowley said you were having trouble with the old shop.” I gave one of the wooden shelves a gentle pat. “Thought I could help?”

Aziraphale hesitated, but I knew why. He had a specific way of how things were supposed to go. A way that was meant to confuse people and keep them from actually buying any of the books he had managed to collect over the years. But I also knew that his bookshop was slightly sentient, just like Crowley’s Bentley and the shifting of the books drove Aziraphale mad.

“All right.”

A smile appeared on my face. “Thank you. How are you organizing them, so I know how you want me to do it.”

Azira started talking, but shamefully, I wasn’t paying attention. My eyes watched his lips move, but there didn’t seem to be any sound coming out from them. My eyes traced his face like I was trying to engrave it into my mind, even though it already was. His gentle blue eyes, his soft blond hair, the slight curve of his nose. All of it was already inside my head in a perfect picture.

God, I was in love.

“Y/N?” This time, Azira’s words did break into my thoughts. “Do you understand?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. I blanked for a couple seconds,” I replied with a light chuckle. I was known to do that often. “But yes, I do understand.”

I turned on my heel and went to the back of the bookstore and began to organize the books absentmindedly. Whatever Aziraphale has said stuck in my head as I watched his lips because once I knowingly tried to do anything, I couldn’t place a single book.

So I allowed my mind to wander.

I thought about Crowley and how close of friends we had become. I thought of Aziraphale and how I desperately hoped that he would love me. I then thought about how I was only me... a human whom aged. A human whom would die long before Azira or Crowley since they couldn’t die at all. I sighed softly to myself. That’s why I knew Azira could never love me back. I was a human. He wouldn’t want someone that would only be around for a handful of years. In another thousand, I would just be a whisp of a memory, if I was even lucky enough to get that. I didn’t want that... I didn’t want to lose them.

I paused and leaned my head against the bookshelf, realizing my throat and eyes burned with the familiar sense of needing to cry. I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a soft breath. It was only now that I realized I had gotten midway through the store, and I could hear Azira’s soft voice.

“-of your mind, Crowley.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, angel.” I heard Crowley gag, which made me stifle a laugh. “I can’t believe you made me say that. The point still stands, no matter what I say.”

“We’re just friends. Y/N and I are just friends.”

I paused, book in hand, as tho I had become a tableau. Just friends. I mean, I didn’t expect anything more, but it killed all my remaining hope of Aziraphale reciprocating my feelings.

“Y/N?” Crowley’s voice broke into my head, causing me to look over.

The two had moved to the row I was in. Aziraphale was frowning lightly; Crowley was as stoic as ever.

“Hey. Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. Just try to figure out where to put this book,” I said, gesturing to the item with my eyes. “I’m sorry for any disruption I caused.”

“No, no, dear, you’re fine. I’ll take that and put it away,” Aziraphale said.

I placed the book in his outstretched hand and offered a soft smile. “Do you need anything else? Well, I know you didn’t need me in the first place, but is there anything else you want me to do or am I free to go?”

“You’re allowed to leave if you desire.”

I smiled once again and nodded toward Crowley to acknowledge him. “All right then. See you two later.” With that, I headed out of the bookshop.

I shoved my hands deep into my pockets with the familiar burning sensation in my throat and eyes. Crying seemed to be stupid right now, but I could stop my tears this time. Aziraphale wouldn’t love me — not in the way I desired — so why get all worked up over it? Stupid. It’s stupid. I cursed myself softly, wishing I hadn’t gotten so attached.

Once I reached my front door, I opened it and headed inside, directly for my couch. I decided that I might as well let myself cry it out and work with it tonight so I’d get over it faster. Although I hated to cry and felt silly, burying the feelings would make it hurt more. A small part of me encouraged me to be overdramatic about it, to overhype it all in hopes it wouldn’t seem so bad tomorrow morning.

I decided to follow that part of me.

I got some cookies dough from the refrigerator and plopped myself down onto the couch. I let myself have a cry-fest, ranting about how he didn’t even love me as a friend and how dumb I was to even imagine it all working out. After that, I put on Doctor Who. My stomach hurt with all the cookie dough I had eaten, but that didn’t stop me from still eating more as my favorite TV show played.

I suppose I had fallen asleep on the couch because the next thing I knew, the TV was not playing the same episode I had last remembered, it was dark outside, and my phone’s clock read 4:32 a.m.

I shrugged and got myself up, stretching out and making an obnoxious but very necessary sound as I did so. I knew I probably should’ve just gone to bed, but I found myself going towards the front door instead.

It was a crisp morning; the wind bit at my naked arms. I paid no mind to it. In a way, it was comforting. It reminded me that I was still alive and that I could still function.

Instead of going to my normal spot by the trees by Crowley’s house, I wound up outside of Aziraphale’s bookshop. A small smile spread over my lips as I sat down on the steps.

After about ten minutes, I heard, “Running from something or waiting?”

My eyes jerked toward the noise, and I saw a smiling Azira walking towards me.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” he asked.

“Maybe,” I replied, ignoring his first question. It seemed to more be like him grabbing my attention than looking for an actual answer. “But here I am.”

“Why my bookshop?” He walked up and took my hand, pulling me up. Immediately, he frowned and hurriedly opened the front door, pulling me inside. “My dear, you’re frozen!”

I tilted my head, feeling a little like a confused puppy. I didn’t feel cold, but I didn’t feel numb either. “I’m all right, Azira, please don’t fret.”

That did not stop him from fretting.

I sighed softly and allowed him to do so, simply because I had no other choice. In a handful of minutes, I was sitting in his office with a cup of hot cocoa and a blanket around my shoulders.

Silly bastard. God, I love him.

“Anything else you wanna do?” I teased lightly.

Aziraohale paused, thinking about it. I suppose after six thousand years, he still hasn’t picked up on what sarcasm is yet.

“No. I’ve done all I can, I believe.”

I laughed, rolling my eyes and taking a sip of my cocoa. “This is why I love you.” I nearly choked on my drink when I heard myself saying it. But now it was out there.

“I love you too, my dear.”

I felt flustered, my hands trembling. “I’m sorry, I didn’t really—”

“I know.”

“It’s just I can’t help it,” I rambled.

“I know.”

“I fell in love with you so long ago and—and it hurt to keep inside.”

“I know, my dear.”

I hesitated and looked up at him curiously. “You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad when I, too, am in love with you?” A light blush dusted his cheeks. “I always thought you knew...”

I let out a gentle laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. The man I loved for so long had always loved me back. Call me the oblivious one.

“I love you,” I repeated, more surely.

“And I, you,” he replied, smiling

Aziraphale took a seat next to me. I used my free hand and hesitated a moment before going for it and grabbing his hand, lacing our fingers together. He turned to look at me, a small grin on his face as he leaned in and kissed me.

Once he pulled back, I still felt like I’d gone to a more pure heaven.

“You taste like chocolate,” he whispered.

I snorted. Of all the things he could’ve said, that was what he chose. “I love you so damn much, Azira.”

“I love you, too,” he replied, looking slightly confused.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, however long that may be.”

Aziraphale gave me a small smile, a smile with a hint of sadness, knowing that he would outlive me.

“To us, Azira. To us and our future,” I whispered, pressing a kiss onto his cheek. I didn’t want him to be sad right now.

“To us,” he said, capturing my lips in his.