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[pbaz7]

FLIGHT 2136: PART 8

paige x azzi

warning: sexual content

word count: 13.9k

A/N: I have nothing to say I’m sleepy lol. Very minimal proof reading. I hope you enjoy 🫶🏼 leave live reacts, comments and any suggestions that you have!!

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3rd Person POV - October

Paige would be lying if she said she wasn’t sick to her stomach lying next to her girlfriend right now. The warmth of Azzi’s body should have been comforting, grounding like usual—but instead, it only fueled the unease twisting inside her. For the past four days, she had woken up alone, the sheets cold beside her, Azzi nowhere to be found. The first few times, she’d call, voice still thick with sleep, confusion laced in her words as she tried to figure out where her girl was. But each time, Azzi had given her some vague response about where she was.

At first, Paige had believed her, of course she did, it was Azzi. But the more she thought about it, the excuses never quite made sense. Not with the way Azzi avoided eye contact afterward, not with the way she brushed off Paige’s questions as if she was overthinking things.

By the third morning, Paige stopped asking. Stopped calling. Instead, she let the silence stretch between them until Azzi reached out, a quiet attempt at self-preservation. But now, lying beside Azzi, she couldn’t keep the words down anymore.

Azzi was here—warm, close, and wrapped around her like nothing was wrong. But Paige couldn’t ignore the gnawing feeling in her gut, couldn’t pretend she didn’t notice the distance in Azzi’s tone in an attempt to avoid Paige’s questions. So she swallowed the hesitation clogging in her throat and finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Where do you go in the morning Az?”

Azzi stirred slightly, her body heavy with exhaustion from practice as she barely registered Paige’s tone. She nuzzled closer against Paige’s side, her face buried against her shoulder, completely oblivious to the storm of questions raging in her girlfriend’s brain.

“Don’t worry about it, baby, go to bed.” Azzi mumbled, her words thick with sleep.

Paige tensed. “What do you mean, don’t worry about it?”

Azzi let out a breath, her hand lifting sluggishly to Paige’s jaw, fingertips grazing her skin in an attempt to soothe her to sleep. She sighed, her voice barely audible now. “Nothing,” she mumbled, already slipping further into unconsciousness.

Paige exhaled slowly, staring at the ceiling. Azzi wasn’t even awake enough to realize how much her answer—or lack thereof—was eating her alive.

There was nothing Paige could do. Not tonight. So she took another slow, measured breath, forcing herself to close her eyes. Even if sleep felt impossible, which it was for most of the night.

The next morning, Paige woke up alone in Azzi’s bed. Again.

She stared at the empty space beside her, her throat tightening as tears welled in her eyes—but she blinked them away. She swallowed the lump in her throat and forced herself to get up. She brushed her teeth, grabbed her phone and her bag, and left without another thought, heading for her suite.

When she walked in, Ice and Jana were sprawled on the couch in the common area. They both glanced up as Paige wordlessly dropped into the chair across from them, her body sinking into the cushions like all the energy had been drained from her.

Ice arched her eyebrow, tilting her head. “Who shat in your cereal?”

Paige slumped further into the chair, running a hand over her face before mumbling, “I think Azzi’s cheating on me.”

Jana and Ice burst out laughing almost immediately.

“You gotta be trolling,” Jana said, shaking her head.

Ice added, “Yeah, and I think the sky’s purple. We can be delusional together.”

The two of them laughed again, fully entertained by the absurdity of the idea—until they noticed Paige wasn’t laughing with them. She just sat there, lips pressed into a tight line, fingers playing with the ring on her finger.

The laughter died down and Ice leaned forward, her expression turning serious. “Paige bro, please be serious.”

Paige met her gaze. “I am.”

Ice blinked at her, still trying to process Paige’s words. “There’s literally no way Azzi is cheating on you.”

Paige exhaled, shaking her head. “She’s been gone every morning this week when I wake up and she turned off her location for everyone.”

Jana and Ice exchanged a look but still didn’t seem convinced.

Ice shrugged. “Okay… yeah, that’s a tiny bit weird. But come on—we’re talking about Azzi Fudd here. The same Azzi that is probably the textbook definition of down bad when it comes to you.”

Paige didn’t respond. Their words were supposed to be reassuring, but they did little to ease all the questions in her head. She leaned back in the chair, absentmindedly twisting the ring on her finger, her thoughts spiraling.

Ice and Jana sighed in unison before giving each other a look. Without a word, Jana pulled out her phone and started dialing.

Paige frowned. “Who are you calling?”

Jana didn’t answer. Instead, she pressed speaker as the call connected.

“Hello?” Caroline’s voice came through, sounding slightly confused.

Jana didn’t waste time. “What the hell is Azzi doing?”

There was a pause on the other end.

“Huh?” Caroline genuinely sounded completely lost.

Jana didn’t hesitate in adding. “Paige thinks Azzi is cheating on her.”

There was a loud what?! in the background, followed by clatter—something dropping, then frantic shuffling.

A second later, Azzi’s voice cut through the speaker, calmer this time. “What did you just say?”

Jana glanced at Paige, silently asking if she should keep going. Paige quickly shook her head, eyes wide, mouthing no.

But Ice ignored her. “Paige thinks you’re cheating on her.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Where’d you hear that?” Azzi asked.

“From Paige,” Ice answered bluntly. “She’s sitting right here actually.”

Paige groaned, sinking further into the chair as she dragged her hands down her face. She could feel Azzi’s reaction through the phone, even without seeing her.

Azzi exhaled sharply. “Give her the phone.”

Jana handed Paige the phone, and she took it off speaker, pressing it against her ear.

“Hello,” she said, her voice quiet.

There was a pause on the other end before Azzi spoke. “Baby, what’s going on?”

Paige swallowed, shifting in her seat. “Nothing.”

Azzi sighed. “Paige.”

“What?” Paige responded. There was a distance in her tone that Azzi immediately picked up on.

“Are you seriously thinking I’d cheat on you?” Azzi asked, her voice softer now.

Paige stared at the floor, rolling the ring on her finger. “I don’t know what to think right now.”

Azzi was silent for a moment before saying, “Baby, come on.”

Paige closed her eyes at the nickname but didn’t respond.

Azzi exhaled. “Talk to me.”

Paige hesitated before finally saying, “You’ve been gone every morning this week.”

“And that makes you jump to the conclusion that I’m cheating?”

Paige’s grip on the phone tightened. “I don’t want to think that,” she admitted. “But you won’t tell me where you are without lying about it. What else am I supposed to think?”

Azzi let out a slow breath. “Paige… I promise you, I'm not cheating on you. I would never do that to you baby.”

“Then tell me,” Paige said, still distant.

There was a pause, and Azzi’s tone turned almost guilty. “I will. Just… not right now, okay?”

Paige nodded even though Azzi couldn’t see her. “Okay.”

Azzi sighed. “Paige—”

“I have to go. I'm tired,” Paige interrupted. She wasn’t mad, she doesn’t know what she is, but she also didn’t want to keep going in circles.

Azzi hesitated, then said softly, “I love you.”

Paige closed her eyes for a second before saying. “I love you too.”

But when she hung up, the weight in her chest was still there.

Wordlessly, she tossed the phone back to Jana and stood up, not bothering to explain herself. She walked to her room, shutting the door quietly behind her.

When Paige got to her room, she didn’t bother with anything else. She pulled her phone out and set it to Do Not Disturb, the familiar action a small, automatic comfort. Then, without a second thought, she pulled off her hoodie and crawled into bed, burying herself under the covers as if they could shield her from everything.

On the other side of campus, Azzi was sitting with Caroline, surrounded by an array of balloons and flowers.

Azzi let out a frustrated sigh, throwing her head back against the wall. “Fuck, I didn’t think this through.”

Caroline raised an eyebrow. “I thought you guys were good. Why is she jumping to conclusions?”

Azzi shook her head, rubbing the back of her neck. “Her ex cheated on her,” she stated simply.

Caroline’s eyes widened. “Oh, shit.”

When Azzi didn’t say anything in return Caroline added, “I really thought she’d piece together you were doing something for her birthday.”

Azzi shook her head, letting out a long breath. “She doesn’t like her birthday. She probably doesn’t even know it’s tomorrow.”

Caroline nodded. “What do you want to do?”

Azzi grabbed her phone, unlocking it and scrolling to her and Paige’s messages. She paused when she saw that Paige’s phone was set to Do Not Disturb. A wave of frustration hit her as she stared at the screen for a moment.

She sighed, tossing the phone onto the floor. “Let’s just finish this. We’re almost done.”

…

Practice was the first time Paige and Azzi saw one another that day and Paige was doing everything in her power to keep her distance. She focused on the drills, moving mechanically–perfectly and stayed glued to KK’s side whenever possible.

Their only real interactions came in fleeting touches—quick hand slaps after a good play, a murmured "good pass" before moving on. Paige barely looked at Azzi, her focus trained on anything but the girl who had the ability to break her with a few words.

Even when Paige took a hard fall, landing awkwardly and grimacing as she reached for her lower back, she kept the wall up. Azzi was there in an instant, her hands outstretched, eyes scanning Paige with concern. Paige let her help her up.

“You good?” Azzi asked.

Paige nodded, forcing out a small, “I’m good.” And then she was already walking away, putting space between them once again.

It wasn’t that Paige was mad at Azzi. Paige just didn’t know what to think, her thoughts were too scattered and her only solution to making sure they didn’t get anymore scattered was to be perfect in practice. She would talk to Azzi later if her girlfriend tried to.

…

Later that night Paige had been trying to force herself to sleep for some time now—she really had. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t stop thinking. She was confused. Her and Azzi had never even really argued, so none of her trains of thought made any sense. The silence in her room was suffocating, and the questions spun in her head faster than she could catch them.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when she heard a knock on the door. She chose not to respond, hoping it would go away, but the door creaked open anyway, and she knew it was Azzi.

Azzi shut the door quietly behind her, her eyes immediately finding the lump on Paige’s bed. She knew that Paige wasn’t asleep—she could never fall asleep on her side like that.

With a soft sigh, Azzi slipped off her hoodie and shoes before climbing into the bed beside Paige. She didn’t say anything at first, letting the silence linger, hoping maybe Paige would be the one to break it. But when the quiet stretched on, Azzi couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Baby,” Azzi said softly, her voice full of the weight she felt.

Paige, still tucked under the covers, murmured, “Hm?”

Azzi hesitated for a moment before asking, “Can you look at me, please?”

Paige slowly pulled the covers back from her head, her eyes shifting to Azzi. Her gaze held the same softness she always had for Azzi but there was a distance in it. Azzi let out a soft sigh when she saw the expression on Paige's face.

“I’m not Leah, Paige,” Azzi said. Her voice was tinged with frustration and a hint of hurt.

Paige blinked, her voice barely above a whisper. “I know that, Az.”

Azzi’s gaze softened, but the tension in her chest was still there. “I’m not cheating on you. I promise. You don’t need to worry about that.”

Paige just nodded, her emotions too tangled for her to find the right words.

Azzi leaned closer. “What do I need to do to prove it to you?”

Paige shook her head slightly, her gaze dropping. “You don’t need to prove anything to me. I’m fine.”

Azzi wasn't convinced. “You’re not.”

Paige opened her mouth to argue, but Azzi cut her off. “Did you or did you not tell Ice and Jana that you thought I was cheating?”

Paige let out a deep sigh, looking away for a moment before she spoke. “I was just talking, baby.”

Azzi shook her head slowly, her eyes serious. “No, Paige. You weren’t just talking. You were worried and that’s okay, but you have to talk to me about it…”

Paige opened her mouth, but the words didn’t come right away. She hesitated, her thoughts tangled up with her emotions. She licked her lips, her gaze steady on Azzi before she finally spoke. “I wouldn’t survive if you cheated on me.”

Azzi’s heart clenched at her words. Without thinking, she reached for Paige, gently cupping her face in her hands. “I Promise I’m not. I just need you to trust me. Like you’ve been doing since we met.”

“I’m serious, Azzi,” Paige whispered. She paused, gathering her thoughts, before continuing, “When I say I wouldn’t survive, I mean that...I—I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and I’ve... I feel like I’ve given you a part of me, and I don’t know what I would do if…”

Azzi didn’t let her finish. She couldn’t—not when she saw the way Paige’s eyes glistened, the way her voice wavered.

“Paige,” Azzi murmured, her thumbs gently brushing against her cheeks. “Baby, look at me.”

Paige blinked rapidly, her throat working as she tried to steady herself.

“I know what you’re trying to say,” Azzi said, her voice softer now, more certain. “And I need you to hear me when I tell you that you will never have to find out what that feels like.”

Paige’s jaw tensed, her lips pressing together, but she didn’t pull away. Azzi took it as permission to keep going.

“I know what it’s like to give someone a part of you, because I’ve given you a piece of me.” Azzi said, her hands still cradling Paige’s face, grounding her. “And I know how terrifying that is. But, baby, I’m holding what you gave me with everything I have. I swear to you, I would never break you like that.”

Paige exhaled shakily, her hands lifting to rest over Azzi’s. Her fingers curled around Azzi’s wrists, holding onto her like she needed to feel the promise in her words.

“I love you Paige Madison,” Azzi whispered, leaning in until their foreheads touched. “More than anything, more than I ever thought I could love someone. And I need you to believe me when I say that you don’t have to be scared of me hurting you.”

Paige let out a breath, a small, broken sound, before she nodded. It wasn’t immediate, and it wasn’t all at once, but Azzi felt the shift. The walls Paige had built out of fear the last few days weren’t down completely, but they were cracking, letting Azzi in.

“I love you too,” Paige whispered, her voice a little steadier now.

Azzi kissed her forehead, lingering there for a moment before wrapping her arms around Paige, pulling her into her chest.

The two of them laid silently like that for a while. Azzi’s words linger as Paige allows them to untangle all of the thoughts in her head.

After a while Azzi breaks the silence with a small smile on her face. “Damn, you really love me, huh?”

Paige groaned, closing her eyes as if she could physically block out Azzi’s teasing. “Azzi.”

“What? You basically admitted that you wouldn’t survive without me.” Azzi smirked. “Kinda obsessed, don’t ya think?”

Paige let out a soft huff, but Azzi didn’t miss the way her lips twitched, like she was fighting a smile. “Shut up.”

Azzi chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to Paige’s forehead. “You love me.”

Paige sighed dramatically, finally opening her eyes again. “Unfortunately.”

Azzi gasped. “Unfortunately?”

“Yeah. ‘Cause now I’m stuck with you.”

Azzi grinned, rolling onto her back and tugging Paige with her so she was resting against her chest. “You sure are”

Paige let herself relax, listening to the steady rhythm of Azzi’s heartbeat beneath her ear. The tension from earlier wasn’t completely gone, but it had eased into something lighter.

After a beat of silence, Paige mumbled, “You should’ve just told me if you wanted to have a secret girlfriend.”

Azzi laughed, shaking her head. “Shut up. I just can’t ruin the surprise.”

Paige furrowed her brows, lifting her head slightly. “Surprise?”

Azzi’s body went still for half a second before she quickly recovered, shrugging. “Nothing.”

Paige narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Azzi.”

Azzi looked away dramatically. “Wow, look at the time. We should get some rest, it's pretty late.”

Paige huffed but let it go, settling back against her. “Fine.”

Azzi smiled to herself, tightening her arms around Paige. “Goodnight, stalker.”

Paige pinched her side, making Azzi yelp. “Goodnight, princess.”

Azzi chuckled, pressing one last kiss into Paige’s hair before they both let their eyes drift shut.

…

The next morning Paige stirred against the warmth beneath her, her face buried against soft skin as she slowly drifted toward consciousness. She barely registered the gentle weight of a hand resting on her shoulder, fingers absentmindedly tracing over her back. A quiet sigh left her lips when she realized Azzi was still here. She shifted slightly, mumbling something incoherent.

Azzi chuckled softly, setting her phone down and glancing down at Paige with a smile. “Good morning, birthday girl.”

Paige let out a low grumble, her forehead pressing against Azzi’s thigh as she squeezed her eyes shut. “S’too early for allat,” she mumbled, her voice still raspy from sleep.

Azzi raised an eyebrow, running her fingers through Paige’s hair. “Too early for your own birthday?”

Paige frowned slightly, still half-asleep, before cracking one eye open in confusion. She blinked up at Azzi, her mind sluggishly catching up. “…Wait.”

Azzi’s smile widened. “Yeah, genius. It’s your birthday.”

Paige let out another groggy noise, her face pressing back into Azzi’s lap like she could hide from the realization. “Mmm. Five more minutes.”

Azzi laughed, shaking her head as she gently tugged at Paige’s arm. “Nope, no hiding. You’re officially the birthday girl, and I’m officially on annoying girlfriend duty.”

Paige groaned dramatically, but there was no real protest as Azzi leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of her head. “Happy birthday, baby.”

A small smile tugged at Paige’s lips. “Mmm. Now a kiss, I wouldn’t mind.”

“You have morning breath.”

Paige scoffed, eyes finally opening fully as she shifted to look up at Azzi. “That’s never stopped you before… If I remember correctly, there was this one time where you were begging me to—”

Azzi immediately cut her off with an eye roll, already knowing exactly where she was going. “Okay, okay, that’s enough.”

Paige pouted dramatically when Azzi still didn’t give her a kiss. “I thought it was supposed to be my birthday or something.”

Azzi let out an exasperated sigh but couldn’t hide her smile as she shifted, adjusting so she could comfortably lean down. “You’re annoying,” she mumbled before pressing her lips against Paige’s.

The kiss started slowly—the kind that made Paige melt further into Azzi’s lap. Azzi’s hand slid up, cupping Paige’s jaw, her thumb tracing the edge of her cheek as she deepened the kiss just slightly. Paige responded, tilting her head, her fingers curling around Azzi’s wrist to keep her close.

Azzi hummed against her lips, letting the kiss stretch longer than she intended. It was too easy to lose herself in the warmth of Paige, in the way her lips moved against her own. Paige let out a quiet sigh, her other hand gripping at Azzi’s thigh.

When Azzi finally pulled back, just enough to catch her breath, she smirked down at Paige. “Satisfied now, birthday girl?”

Paige’s lips were still parted, her eyes half-lidded as she took a second to process. Then, with a grin, she muttered, “That’s more like it.”

Azzi rolled her eyes. She let her fingers brush lazily through Paige’s hair for a few more moments to give her some time to fully wake up before shifting beneath her and saying, “Alright, time to get up.”

Paige barely reacted at first, her eyes still half-lidded as she remained comfortably curled up against Azzi. But then the words actually registered, and she blinked up at Azzi like she had lost her mind. “What?”

Azzi smirked, tapping her shoulder. “You heard me. Get up.”

Paige groaned dramatically, burying her face back into Azzi’s stomach. “Why can’t we just stay in bed all day? My back still hurts.”

Azzi’s smirk faded, her brows knitting together. She immediately sat up a little straighter. “Wait—are you serious?”

Paige hesitated for half a second, realizing too late that she had triggered Azzi’s worry. She let out another groan, knowing she couldn’t just brush it off now. “I’m okay,” she mumbled. “It’s just a little sore.”

Azzi narrowed her eyes, scanning Paige’s expression like she was trying to gauge if she was lying. Then, without warning, she grabbed a pillow and smacked Paige with it.

Paige let out a startled noise, sitting up with wide eyes. “What the hell?!”

“That’s for making me worry, idiot,” Azzi huffed, but there was clear relief in her voice.

Paige pouted, rubbing her head where the pillow had made an impact. “Abuse. On my birthday.”

Azzi rolled her eyes before tossing the pillow aside. “Yeah, yeah. Now get up.”

Paige grumbled as she got up heading for the bathroom. Azzi followed behind her.

Once they had both showered and brushed their teeth, Azzi now leaned against the dresser, her gaze trailing over Paige as she finished getting dressed. “You look too good.”

Paige laughed, tugging the sleeves of her orange hoodie over her hands. “I didn’t even do anything special.”

And she really didn’t. Just a hoodie and beige splatter jeans—simple. But to Azzi, Paige looked good in anything. Too good when she wasn’t in oversized sweats. Her hair was down, slightly tousled, and it only made things worse. Azzi sighed, reaching out to play with the ends of Paige’s hair between her fingers, mumbling something under her breath.

Paige smirked, catching the soft words. “What was that?” She stepped closer, tilting her head as she pulled Azzi in by the waist.

Azzi huffed, avoiding eye contact. “Can you at least put your hair up?”

Paige chuckled. “That’s what you want me to do, pretty?”

Azzi nodded, a little too quickly, and Paige shook her head with a quiet laugh. She reached for one of the hair ties on her wrist, gathering her hair and putting it into a low bun. Once she finished, she turned back to Azzi, raising an eyebrow. “How’s that?”

Azzi groaned, running a hand down her face.Because somehow, somehow, Paige still looked too good. Maybe even better. The bun was too perfect.

Paige chuckled, reaching out to tug playfully at Azzi’s jacket. “Doesn’t matter what I look like. You look better, baby.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but the slight upturn of her lips gave her away. She had thrown on a brown set she’d just gotten from a Savage X Fenty ad—a cropped top that showed off her piercing, paired with matching sweats. A jacket was draped over her shoulders to keep herself warm, but Paige still caught glimpses of her toned stomach every time Azzi moved. To top it all off, she had on a pair of Paige’s shoes that matched perfectly.

Azzi didn’t bother to address Paige’s compliment, she just grabbed Paige’s hand, intertwining their fingers as she pulled her toward the door. Paige followed, but her brows furrowed slightly when they stepped into the common area, and it was completely empty. Considering they had today off, she had expected at least some of their teammates to be lounging around or causing chaos.

She glanced at Azzi. “Where is everyone?”

Azzi smiled, grabbing her keys from the counter. “I banned them from bothering you today.”

Paige laughed at that, amused but also silently wondering how long that ban would actually last. Their teammates weren’t exactly known for respecting personal space—especially on birthdays.

Azzi led them out, and as they walked toward the car, Paige instinctively veered toward the passenger side, only to watch in amusement as Azzi did the same. She stopped, giving Azzi a look as the other girl casually opened the door and slid inside.

Paige just shook her head, laughing under her breath as she got into the driver’s seat. “Passenger princess.”

Azzi shot her a glare, but the effect was ruined by the way she was already reaching for the seat heater and adjusting the radio.

…

When they got to the diner, Paige slid into the same side of the booth as Azzi, pressing up against her like it was second nature. Azzi just rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything, the small smile tugging at her lips giving away just how much she liked it.

Azzi picked up the menu, scanning it for options, but Paige didn’t even bother. Instead, she rested her chin on her hand and just stared at Azzi, watching her like she was the most interesting thing in the room.

Azzi didn’t look up as she spoke. “The answer to what you’re going to eat isn’t on my face Paige.”

Paige smirked. “I meannn…”

Azzi snorted, shaking her head. “I’m serious.”

Paige just shrugged. “You can order for me.”

Azzi finally looked at her, raising a brow. “I’m not your mother.”

Paige grinned. “You’re my girl.”

Azzi rolled her eyes again, but this time, a faint blush dusted her cheeks as she glanced back at the menu. “Whatever, idiot.”

When the waiter approached the table, Paige and Azzi were leaned in close, their forearms resting against the table as they talked. The space between them was practically nonexistent, their faces just inches apart as Paige whispered something that made Azzi bite back a smile.

The waiter hesitated for a second too long, eyes flickering between both of them as if she couldn’t decide which one to focus on..

Clearing her throat, the waiter straightened her notepad. “Hey! Welcome in. Are you guys ready to order?”

Azzi gave a polite smile, her voice smooth as she said, “Good morning. Yeah, we are.”

Paige smiled at how effortlessly charming Azzi could be, but instead of saying anything, she reached under the table, lightly tracing her fingers along Azzi’s leg. Azzi, already scanning the menu, didn’t even flinch.

“She’ll have the pancakes, her eggs scrambled with cheese, and a side of bacon—extra crispy,” Azzi said, eyes still on the menu.

Paige grinned, pleased with the order, but she wasn’t done bothering Azzi. She slid her hand up slightly, fingers toying with the hem of Azzi’s cropped top. Azzi casually smacked Paige’s hand away without even pausing.

The waiter blinked, caught between amusement and curiosity as she watched the interaction unfold.

“For me, the avocado toast with an extra egg, and a side of bacon and fruit,” Azzi said, as if nothing had happened. Paige, still being annoying, nudged their knees together, her smirk growing. Azzi sighed through her nose but kept her cool. “Two coffees please, one just black and the other with cream.”

The waiter nodded, scribbling down the order, though her gaze still flickered between both of them. Azzi had this quiet confidence about her, like she was used to being listened to. And the way they interacted, how effortlessly Azzi spoke for Paige and how easily Paige let her, it was enough to make anyone curious.

“Got it. I’ll, uh, get that in for you guys,” the waiter said quickly before scurrying off.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Paige tilted her head, still watching Azzi like she was the only thing in the room. “You see that? You made her nervous.”

Azzi scoffed, not even addressing Paige’s comment as she went back to the story she was telling Paige before the waiter came over.

When the waiter returned with their food a bit later, Azzi was now leaning in close, her lips just barely brushing against Paige’s ear as she whispered something. Whatever she said had Paige’s eyes slightly blown, her jaw tightening as she tried to keep her expression neutral. But Azzi knew better. She smirked against Paige’s skin, satisfied with the effect she had on her.

The waiter hesitated, clearing her throat as she carefully set the plates down. Azzi turned to her with a polite smile. “Thank you.”

Paige exhaled slowly, trying to pull herself back together as she finally looked up. The moment the waiter locked eyes with her, she froze. She hadn't actually seen Paige’s eyes last time—hadn’t realized just how beautiful and striking the shade of blue was. And paired with whatever intensity Paige was still carrying from Azzi’s words, it nearly knocked the air out of her.

“Th—” The waiter stumbled over her words but quickly recovered. “Th-there you go, enjoy.”

Paige swallowed, her voice slightly rough as she murmured, “Thank you.”

The sound of it, sent the poor waiter fumbling with the cream and sugar box she was holding. It tipped forward, teetering off the tray, and before she could react, Paige’s reflexes kicked in. She caught it.

Azzi let out a small chuckle, clearly amused.

The waiter, meanwhile, looked like she was about to pass out. “Oh my god, I am so sorry—”

“It’s fine,” Paige said, lips twitching slightly as she handed it back.

The waiter quickly nodded, backing away, clearly rattled. “R-right, okay, enjoy your food!” She practically rushed off after that.

Paige finally turned back to Azzi, who was watching her. “What?” Paige asked, reaching for her fork.

Azzi just shook her head, pretending to focus on her plate. “Nothing.”

Paige narrowed her eyes. “Azzi.”

Azzi finally looked up, smile growing. “You flustered her.”

Paige scoffed. “You flustered me.”

Azzi hummed, tilting her head slightly. “Exactly.” Then she picked up her fork, completely unbothered.

The two of them enjoyed their breakfast. Talking casually, Paige listened as Azzi talked about her classes and how excited she was for the season to pick up.

As the waiter returns with the check, she finds Paige and Azzi still seated close together, plates mostly empty. Azzi’s arm is draped lazily along the back of the booth behind Paige, her fingers tracing against her neck.

The waiter sets the check down and lets out a small laugh. “I have to say, you two are probably the most attractive couple I’ve ever seen in person. It’s actually kind of unfair.”

Paige smirks, sitting back slightly, but it’s Azzi who responds with a small laugh. “You’d be surprised about how often we hear that.”

The waiter chuckles. “I bet. What do you guys do, anyway? You look like models or something.”

Azzi shakes her head. “We play basketball.”

The waiter’s eyebrows raise in interest. “Oh, like for college?”

Azzi nods. “Yeah, UConn.”

The recognition is immediate. “Wait—UConn? Like, UConn UConn?”

Azzi grins. “The one and only.”

The waiter whistles. “Damn. No wonder you both look like that.” She glances between them again, eyes flickering over Paige, who just quirks a brow but stays quiet.

“Something like that,” Azzi says, clearly entertained.

The waiter shifts on her feet before hesitating. “Okay, so… this is probably super inappropriate, and I swear I don’t usually do this,” she says, holding up her hands in mock surrender. “But I have to ask because I’ll never get this opportunity again and I’ll probably regret it later if I don’t at least try—are you two looking for a third?”

Paige, mid-sip of her water, immediately chokes, coughing hard as she nearly knocks the glass over. Azzi’s amusement disappears. “Oh my god—baby, breathe,” she says, concern lacing her voice as she rubs Paige’s back. Paige tries to wave her off, but Azzi isn’t having it. She grabs Paige’s drink, checking how much is left to figure out how much she choked on before pushing it aside and reaching for a napkin.

Paige, still coughing, manages to wheeze out, “What—I—Azzi, what did she just say?”

The waiter winces.

Azzi exhales, shaking her head. “You good now?” she murmurs, still rubbing her back.

Paige, voice still a little hoarse, wipes her mouth and glares at Azzi when she feels her girlfriend’s body shaking with small laughter beside her. “Don’t,” Paige warns.

Azzi lets out a laugh once she realizes Paige is fine. She looks back at the waiter with a polite smile, “I respect it, but we’re good. Really.”

The waiter shrugs with a grin. “Had to shoot my shot.” She backs away with a smile. “Enjoy the rest of your day, birthday girl.”

Paige groans, rubbing her temples as Azzi leans in. “I mean… should I be flattered or jealous?”

Paige just huffs, shaking her head. “Get me out of here.”

…

As they pulled back onto campus, Paige was ready to head straight to the dorms, but when Azzi told her to drive to the gym instead, she shot her a confused look.

“Why?”

“I told them your back was sore, so you have the ice tub waiting for you.”

Paige groaned, letting her head fall back against the headrest. “Azzi, you know I hate those, bro.”

Azzi’s eyes narrowed. “One, don’t ‘bro’ me. And two, I don’t care.”

Paige turned to her, her lips pulling into a dramatic pout. “I thought you were supposed to be nice to me today.”

“I am,” Azzi replied. “I need you to have a good back for later.”

Paige raised a brow at that. “What’s later?”

Azzi just shrugged, staring out the window. “Whatever you want.”

Paige clenched her jaw, gripping the wheel a little tighter as she headed for the gym.

When they stepped into the locker room, both Paige and Azzi quickly stripped out of their clothes, swapping them for sports bras and spandex. Paige stretched her arms over her head, rolling her shoulders with a slight wince, which, of course, Azzi noticed immediately.

“You sure it’s just sore?” Azzi asked.

Paige sighed, already knowing Azzi wouldn’t drop it. “Yes, mom. Just sore.”

Azzi narrowed her eyes. “Keep calling me that and see what happens.”

Paige smirked. “Oh? And what’s gonna happen?”

Azzi only raised a brow, saying nothing as she grabbed her phone and started heading toward the training room. Paige followed, falling into step beside her.

After a second, Azzi glanced at her. “So, what’s your ideal birthday?”

Paige thought about it for a second before shrugging. “I mean… I don’t really care that much. I like spending time with people I like, eating good food…chillin.”

Azzi hummed. “So basically what we’ve been doing today.”

Paige grinned. “Exactly.”

Azzi shook her head with a small smile. “You’re easy to please.”

Paige bumped her shoulder against Azzi’s. “You already knew that.”

Paige eased herself into the ice bath, a sharp groan escaping her lips as the cold water bit at her skin. She tensed immediately, her muscles instinctively trying to reject the freezing temperature before she forced herself to settle. After a few moments, she exhaled and relaxed into the tub.

Azzi, however, remained outside of it, perched on the edge.

Paige glanced up at her, brows furrowing. “Why aren’t you coming in?”

Azzi shrugged. “I’m fine. You’re the one with the sore back.”

“Then why’d you change?”

Azzi smiled, tilting her head slightly. “Because I figured you’d beg me to get in eventually.”

Paige scoffed, a slow grin creeping onto her face. “So let’s just get it over with.”

Azzi sighed, shaking her head, but set her phone down and stood. “You’re annoying,” she muttered, but there was no real bite behind her words.

Paige watched as Azzi stepped onto the first submerged step, her body immediately tensing at the temperature. She inhaled sharply through her nose.

“This is awful,” Azzi muttered, her entire expression contorted in discomfort.

Paige chuckled, shifting slightly in the water. “C’mon, tough girl. It’s not that bad.”

Azzi glared at her as she took another step, the water creeping up her legs. “Says the one who was groaning like she got stabbed two seconds ago.”

Paige smirked. “You were listening that closely?”

Azzi rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight the small smile on her lips. She continued lowering herself into the bath, until she was finally settled in front of Paige. She watched Paige with quiet curiosity as she reached for a hair tie resting on the edge of the pool. Without a word, Paige lifted her hands, still damp from the water, and gathered Azzi’s curls, gently twisting them into a bun. Her fingers moved with a familiar ease, securing the tie in place before letting her hands linger for a moment.

“That bad, huh?”

Paige smirked. “Just figured you’d complain about it getting wet.”

Azzi scoffed, tilting her head slightly as a few curls escaped, still framing her face. “I don’t complain that much.”

Paige hummed in amusement, dragging her fingers along Azzi’s arm under the water. “Mmm, sure.”

Azzi rolled her eyes again but leaned into Paige’s touch, letting her hands momentarily distract from the icy temperature surrounding them. “You’re lucky I like you.”

Paige grinned. “I know.”

Azzi felt Paige’s gentle but insistent pull, her body naturally following the motion. “What are you doing?” she asked, voice dipping with suspicion.

Paige barely lifted her head. “Kissing my girl,” she mumbled, and before Azzi could think of a response, Paige was pressing their mouths together.

Azzi allowed herself to melt into the kiss, her hands instinctively finding Paige’s forearms under the water. The chill of the ice bath was a stark contrast to the heat building between them as Paige’s tongue swiped over her lips, silently asking for entrance. Azzi parted them, letting Paige deepen the kiss, her fingers curling slightly against Paige’s skin.

But just as Paige was about to pull her closer, Azzi broke away, her breath slightly uneven. “We’re not supposed to be making out in the ice bath,” she whispered, though she made no effort to move back.

Paige tilted her head. “Who made that rule up?”

Azzi opened her mouth, but no answer came. She frowned, realizing she didn’t actually have one.

Paige smirked, her grip on Azzi tightening just a little. “Exactly.”

Azzi let out a soft laugh against Paige’s lips but didn’t resist when Paige pulled her back in for another kiss. This time, it was slower—controlled—but it didn’t take long for Paige to push it further, her hands trailing along Azzi’s sides under the water.

Azzi chuckled against her mouth, sensing where this was going. “Paige—”

But Paige ignored her, tilting her head and pressing hot, lingering kisses along Azzi’s neck. “I can’t help it,” she murmured between kisses, her lips brushing against Azzi’s skin. “You’re too sexy. Look good all the time. You got that sexy bun in and everything.”

Azzi felt a shiver run down her spine, despite the chill around them. She tried to keep her composure, but it was hard with Paige’s lips trailing down her neck, leaving soft marks. Azzi chuckled softly, trying to focus. "We’re literally in a tub of ice, Paige," she said.

Paige hummed in response, unbothered. "Exactly, gotta keep us warm." She let her lips move lower, brushing against Azzi’s collarbone. Azzi's breath hitched, betraying her resolve to keep it light.

Paige wasn’t rushing. She marked Azzi’s skin slowly, savoring the moment, but Azzi could tell she was toying with her. The way Paige murmured against her skin, telling her how beautiful she looked, how good she always looked—it made Azzi’s pulse quicken despite the ice bath.

Azzi tried to resist, but she could feel her resolve slipping with each soft kiss, each gentle swipe of Paige’s tongue. Her head tipped back slightly, giving Paige better access as she surrendered to the moment and tangled her wet hands in Paige’s hair. But despite how good it felt, the awareness of their surroundings began to creep in.

Azzi listened for a moment, hearing the distant sound of footsteps, voices echoing down the hall. She pulled back just enough to meet Paige’s gaze. "I don’t want anyone to walk in, baby."

Paige’s lips curled into a smirk, but there was a flicker of understanding behind her eyes. She sighed dramatically, releasing Azzi’s waist but not fully letting go of her. “You’re no fun, you know that?”

Azzi laughed, brushing a few strands of hair out of Paige’s face. “I just don’t want us getting caught in here looking like... well, like this. Basically a free show.”

Paige relented and the two of them sat next to one another for a few minutes until the timer went off.

Once they were done the two of them walked out of the training room, slipping down the hallway toward the locker room.

When they arrived, they noticed something was off—the lights were out, the hallway eerily quiet. Paige furrowed her brow, glancing at Azzi. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know.

Before either of them could reach for the door, it swung open suddenly with a loud crash, and the lights flashed on. The team erupted from the darkness, jumping out from their hiding spots with a chorus of “Happy Birthday!”

Paige froze, her eyes wide, her heart skipping a beat at the loudness. She stood there, stunned for a moment, before a grin spread across her face.

The team cheered again, clapping and hollering as they rushed forward to surround Paige. “Happy Birthday, P Boogers!” KK shouted, pulling Paige into a big hug.

“Surprise!” Ice added, tossing a small confetti popper into the air.

Paige laughed, clearly touched by the gesture.

Jana handed her a small cake, and Ayanna placed a birthday crown on her head. “We couldn’t let you get away without a proper celebration.”

Paige looked over at Azzi, catching her eye. "You helped plan this, didn't you?" Paige asked.

Azzi just shrugged. "Maybe."

Paige rolled her eyes, but she couldn't stop smiling as the team continued to “bother” her with pictures and singing.

After spending time in the locker room, laughing and joking with the team as they celebrated her birthday, Paige finally leaned back against her locker, feeling warm. The day had been unexpectedly perfect, and she was grateful for everyone who had put it together—including Azzi, who had been quietly watching her the entire time.

Just as Paige was about to sink further into the moment, Azzi nudged her side. “Alright, it’s time to go.”

Paige turned her head, raising an eyebrow. “Go where?”

Azzi just smirked, standing up and grabbing her phone. “Don’t worry about it.”

Paige narrowed her eyes. “Azzi—”

“Nope,” Azzi cut her off. “Just trust me.”

Paige exhaled, giving her a look. “I don’t like surprises.”

Azzi huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, yeah. You’ll like this one.”

Paige studied her for a moment, trying to read her expression, but Azzi just held out her hand. With a sigh, Paige finally took it, letting Azzi pull her to her feet. “This better not be some weird conditioning session disguised as a birthday gift,” Paige mumbled.

Azzi grinned. “That would be funny, but no.”

Paige rolled her eyes but didn’t fight it as Azzi led her out of the locker room.

When Azzi pulled up to a building Paige had never seen before, she frowned, glancing out the window in confusion. The area was unfamiliar, and that alone had her on edge.

Azzi shifted beside her, pulling something from her bag. “Alright,” she said, holding up a black blindfold. “Do you trust me?”

Paige looked at her suspiciously, eyeing the blindfold. “You’re not trying to kill me, right?”

Azzi burst out laughing, shaking her head. “No, baby. I promise.”

Paige still hesitated, glancing between the blindfold and Azzi’s expression. “Then why do I need to be blindfolded?”

Azzi pouted. “Because it’s a surprise. Please, baby?” Her voice softened, taking on that tone she always used when she wanted something from Paige.

Paige exhaled, fighting the urge to roll her eyes, but when Azzi tilted her head just a little, still pouting, she sighed in defeat. “Fine,” she mumbled.

Azzi grinned, stepping behind her to gently tie the blindfold over her eyes. “Good girl,” she whispered, adjusting the knot.

Paige huffed. “I swear, Azzi, if this is some elaborate prank—”

“It’s not,” Azzi reassured her, placing a quick kiss on her jaw. “Now, come on.”

Paige swallowed, her senses already heightened now that she couldn’t see. She let Azzi take her hand, feeling the warmth of her palm, and allowed herself to be led forward, the anticipation building with every step.

Azzi guided Paige carefully up a short flight of steps.

“Almost there,” Azzi whispered, her voice close to Paige’s ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

When they finally stopped, Paige tilted her head as a soft, familiar melody filled the room. Her ears perked up instantly. “Is that SZA?” she asked.

Azzi chuckled. “Of course.”

Paige bit her lip, curiosity rising as she tried to pick up on more details. The air smelled subtly of something sweet—maybe vanilla—and there was a warmth to the space, a coziness that made her relax despite not knowing where she was.

Azzi adjusted her hands on Paige’s hips. “Stand still for me,” she instructed.

Paige huffed out a laugh but didn’t move. “You always bossing me around.”

Azzi smirked, stepping around her to make sure she was positioned exactly how she wanted. “And you always listen.”

Paige muttered, “Whatever,” under her breath.

Azzi stepped in behind her, pressing close as she whispered, “Close your eyes.”

Paige scoffed. “I literally have on a blindfold.”

“Shut up and close them,” Azzi shot back as she reached up to untie the fabric. She tugged it off smoothly and tossed it to the side before resting her hands lightly on Paige’s shoulders. “Okay, open.”

Paige blinked her eyes open, and for the first time in a long time, she was almost speechless.

The room was softly lit with candles, a warm glow reflecting off the scattered white and purple rose petals forming a trail across the floor. Light purple balloons floated gently, filling the space but not overwhelming it.

At the end of the petal-lined path, a small table sat illuminated by a candle, its soft glow dancing across the surface.

Paige exhaled, glancing over at Azzi, who was watching her reaction carefully, a small smile tugging at her lips. Paige swallowed, her voice quieter than usual. “Azzi…”

Azzi watched Paige closely, her expression softening. “Do you like it?”

Paige turned to her, eyes still flickering around the room in awe. “I love it, baby. But—how did you? When did you—?”

Azzi smiled, shrugging casually. “Every morning this week.”

Paige’s stomach twisted. The realization hit her hard. All those mornings she spent overthinking, spiraling in her head, convinced Azzi was being distant, convinced she was—“Fuck, Az, I’m so sorry,” Paige muttered, guilt pressing down on her chest. “I didn’t—”

Azzi shook her head, stepping closer. “You don’t need to apologize, baby.”

Paige clenched her jaw, looking away. She still felt bad. Really bad. She had been so wrapped up in her own insecurities, so convinced Azzi was pulling away, when in reality—Azzi had been here. Doing this.

Azzi saw it all over her face. “Paige.” She reached for her, slipping her arms around Paige’s waist. “Stop. I wanted to do this for you.”

Paige exhaled shakily, hands settling on Azzi’s hips. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Shut up,” Azzi mumbled, pressing a kiss to Paige’s jaw. “Come on.”

Azzi grabbed Paige’s hand, pulling her toward the table just as a private caterer placed their food down. Paige’s brows lifted in surprise, watching as the dishes were set in front of them.

When she looked down at her plate, a laugh escaped her. It was simple—exactly the kind of meal she liked. Nothing overly fancy or extravagant, just good food that she would actually enjoy.

Azzi smirked. “What? You thought I was gonna have them bring out some five-star, Michelin-style meal with ingredients you can’t pronounce?”

Paige grinned as she sat down, shaking her head. “I wouldn’t put it past you.”

Azzi sat across from her, reaching for her fork. “I know you, baby,” she said, eyes flickering up to meet Paige’s. “I wasn’t about to have you sitting here picking at your food all night.”

Paige exhaled, a warmth spreading in her chest as she looked at Azzi. “You really thought of everything, huh?”

“Of course.”

As they ate, Paige’s eyes kept drifting around the room, taking in every little detail—every petal, every candle, every soft touch that Azzi had so carefully put together. The guilt gnawed at her again, heavier this time.

She set her fork down, exhaling. “Az, I’m really sorry,” she mumbled, shaking her head. “I feel like an ass.”

With a small sigh, Azzi stood up, adjusting her chair so she was right next to Paige. Once she was settled, she leaned in, voice dropping to a soft whisper. “Stop apologizing, baby.”

Before Paige could say anything else, Azzi’s fingers curled around her jaw, tilting her face toward her. She searched Paige’s eyes for a moment, before pulling her into a slow kiss.

Paige melted instantly, her hand resting on Azzi’s thigh as she sighed into the kiss. When Azzi pulled away, she ran her thumb over Paige’s bottom lip, smirking. “Just enjoy your night, okay?”

Paige swallowed, dazed. “Okay,” she murmured.

As they ate, the conversation flowed easily, slipping between them teasing each other like they had been best friends for years and more genuine moments. The whole time, Azzi’s foot was lazily running up and down Paige’s leg.

“You really did all this by yourself?” Paige asked, glancing around again in disbelief.

Azzi smiled. “Well, I had some help from Caroline setting up the table and everything, but yeah. Every morning this week, like I said.”

Paige shook her head, setting her fork down for a moment. “I don’t even know what to say.”

Azzi grinned. “That’s a first.”

Paige rolled her eyes. “Shut up.”

Azzi just chuckled, leaning back slightly. “I wanted to do something special for you, baby. You do so much for everyone else all the time. I wanted to make sure you felt special today.”

Paige felt something stir in her chest at Azzi’s words, a warmth settling in her stomach. She looked down at her plate, taking another bite instead of answering right away.

Azzi’s foot brushed against her calf again, but Paige didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, she hummed. “You’re really out here setting the bar too high. What am I supposed to do for your birthday?”

“You’ve got a little time to figure it out.”

Paige shook her head with a small smile. “Yeah. But I don’t think I can top this.”

Azzi shrugged. “You don’t have to top anything. Just being with you is enough.”

Paige held her gaze for a moment before laughing softly. “You’re corny.”

“That’s ironic coming from you.”

Paige scoffed. “I’m not corny.”

Azzi gave her a look, tilting her head slightly to the side, her expression making it clear she wasn’t buying it. Paige just smirked, refusing to argue.

She looked away for a second, but when her eyes found Azzi again, her breath caught slightly. Azzi had that look—the one that always made Paige’s pulse race. Her lips were caught between her teeth, her gaze locked onto Paige.

Paige swallowed, keeping her expression neutral. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Azzi’s smirk grew as her foot traced a lazy path up and down Paige’s leg beneath the table. “Like what?”

“You know like what.”

Azzi hummed, taking a long sip as she finished off her wine, fingers tapping lightly against the glass. “Maybe I just like looking at my girlfriend.”

Paige arched an eyebrow. “Is that all?”

Azzi shrugged, dragging her foot just a little higher before settling again. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

Paige smirked, leaning back in her chair, but her eyes never left Azzi’s.

Azzi tilted her head slightly, her gaze not leaving Paige’s, a clear challenge now simmering between them.

Azzi leaned forward, her chin resting lightly on her palm as she watched Paige with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

Paige’s smirk only deepened. She slowly licked her lips, the movement deliberate, drawing Azzi’s focus.

They continued their silent exchange, neither willing to break the stare. Paige could feel the heat building in the pit of her stomach, the playful game they were playing taking on an entirely different edge.

Paige finally broke the silence, her voice low. “You think you can win this, huh?”

Azzi’s smile formed slowly. “I don’t think I’m losing.”

Paige's pupils grew slightly. "You forgetting, I usually have you begging by the end of the night, Az?”

Azzi’s lips curved into a smile, leaning forward just enough to close the space between them. "You forgetting I can get you off without touching you Paige?" Her tone was a mixture of playful arrogance and something more seductive.

Paige’s breath caught for a moment, her heart rate quickening.

Paige stood up suddenly, her chair scraping against the floor just enough to break the lingering tension in the air. Without saying a word, she made her way toward the door. Azzi pushed herself up from her seat with a smooth, almost predatory grace, and followed Paige out without another word.

Azzi was itching to get them back to the dorms, her heart racing in anticipation, but as she slid into the driver’s seat, her grip tightened around the steering wheel. Despite the urgent desire gnawing at her, she couldn’t help but slow her pace, taking her time on the road.

When they got upstairs Azzi watched Paige with a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. The way Paige moved wasn't like her usual fire. Normally, the heat between them would have ignited as soon as they entered the room, but tonight, Paige was different. The calmness was unnerving in a way Azzi wasn’t used to, and she felt the weight of it settle on her chest.

She locked the door behind her, her movements slower than usual, before following Paige to her room. As she entered the room and shut the door behind her, she glanced at Paige, standing at the foot of her bed, hands in her pockets. Azzi felt the air between them shift, and she hesitated for a moment, unsure of what this new version of Paige meant. Her stomach twisted slightly, the uncertainty gnawing at her.

“Why the calm act?” Azzi asked, her voice quieter than usual, but laced with a hint of nervousness. She could feel herself second-guessing, unsure whether Paige was in control or if she was.

Paige’s lips curled into that faint, unreadable smile as she sat down and patted her lap. “Come here, baby.”

Azzi hesitated for just a second, not out of reluctance, but because she started piecing together what Paige’s calmness meant. It wasn’t hesitation—it was patience. Control.

Still, Azzi listened, stepping forward until she was standing between Paige’s legs. Paige leaned back on her elbows, her gaze dragging over Azzi in a way that made Azzi’s stomach tighten.

Paige reached for Azzi’s hand and pulled her down onto her lap. Azzi adjusted automatically, settling against Paige as Paige shifted back, leaning back against the headboard. Paige’s hands slid to her waist, thumbs pressing just enough to make Azzi feel grounded—but not enough to distract from the way Paige was looking at her.

Paige tilted her head, studying her like she had all the time in the world. “You nervous, baby?”

Azzi scoffed. “I don’t get nervous.”

Paige hummed like she wasn’t convinced, her fingers drawing lazy circles on Azzi’s hip. “You sure?”

Azzi started to reply, but the words caught in her throat when Paige shifted beneath her, adjusting her so Azzi was straddling her fully now, their bodies pressed closer.

“That’s funny,” Paige whispered, her voice dropping lower. Her fingers slipped under Azzi’s jacket, teasing her skin. “Because you feel nervous to me.”

Azzi exhaled sharply, gripping Paige’s shoulders, grounding herself. “I’m not.”

Paige didn’t respond to that. Instead, she just looked at Azzi, her expression unreadable, and said, “Gimme a kiss.”

Azzi leaned down, capturing Paige’s lips in a kiss that was meant to be deep—but Paige had other plans.

Paige made sure the kiss was agonizingly slow, dragging it out in a way that forced Azzi to feel every second of it. Even though it was messy, there was no rush, no chance for Azzi to take control. Paige set the pace, tilting her head just enough to deepen it when she wanted, pulling back slightly when Azzi tried to push for more.

Azzi let out a quiet sound of frustration against Paige’s lips, her fingers tightening on her shoulders. Paige smirked into the kiss, her grip on Azzi’s waist tight, keeping her exactly where she wanted her.

“Relax, baby,” Paige mumbled against her lips before diving back in, keeping that same rhythm, making sure Azzi felt every ounce of control she wasn’t being given.

For the next twenty minutes, Paige kept the same slow pace, her lips moving against Azzi’s. There was no urgency, no desperation—just full control. Every time Azzi tried to speed it up, Paige would pull back slightly, tilting her chin up with a smirk before diving right back in.

Azzi’s fingers gripped Paige’s shoulders, her frustration evident in the way she tried to chase her lips. Paige just chuckled against her mouth, her hands rubbing slow circles on Azzi’s waist.

“You’re enjoying this too much,” Azzi murmured between kisses, her voice breathless.

Paige hummed, brushing her lips over Azzi’s again but not quite kissing her. “Maybe.”

Azzi huffed, shifting slightly in Paige’s lap, but Paige only tightened her grip, keeping her still.

“Patience, baby,” Paige whispered before kissing her again, deeper this time but still slow.

Azzi let out a quiet whine against Paige’s lips, and Paige felt the sound go straight through her.

“You’re killing me,” Azzi admitted, pulling back just enough to look at Paige.

Paige chuckled, her lips ghosting over Azzi’s. “What’s wrong?”

Azzi huffed, shifting in Paige’s lap, trying to press closer, to silently tell her exactly what she wanted. But Paige’s hands tightened around her hips, holding her in place.

Azzi’s eyes flickered with frustration as she tried again, but Paige didn’t budge.

“Use your words, baby.”

Azzi exhaled sharply, her fingers digging into Paige’s shoulders. “Paige…”

Paige tilted her head slightly, her smirk growing. “Yeah?”

Azzi narrowed her eyes, but Paige could see the way her breath hitched, the way she was fighting to hold back another whine.

“Tell me,” Paige coaxed, pressing the faintest kiss to the corner of Azzi’s mouth before pulling back again.

Azzi swallowed hard, her voice quieter now. “I want more.”

Paige smirked against Azzi’s skin, placing slow, wet kisses along her neck, taking her time. “Like what?” she whispered between kisses.

Azzi’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening on Paige’s shoulders. “Anything,” she exhaled, barely above a whisper.

Paige hummed against her skin, letting the word hang between them.

“You sure?” Paige murmured, her lips brushing against Azzi’s pulse point.

Azzi let out a frustrated sigh, tilting her head back slightly hoping she would do something with the extra access. “Paige—”

Paige licks her lips before saying “Touch yourself Az.”

Azzi’s eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across her face. Paige just smirked, tilting her head as she studied Azzi’s reaction.

“Trust me, baby,” Paige whispered, her fingers brushing soothing circles against Azzi’s waist.

Azzi hesitated for only a moment before nodding slowly, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words. Paige smirked at that, satisfied.

“That’s my girl,” Paige whispered, pressing a wet kiss just below Azzi’s jaw.

Without any other directions she adjusts on Paige’s lap for a second. Slipping off her clothes and tossing them to the side before going back to straddling Paige.

Slowly, she started tracing her fingers through her folds, her touch barely there as she let herself explore.

Her eyes flicked to Paige’s, clear desire pooling in her brown eyes. “Like this?” she asked softly.

Paige’s smile deepened. She saw right through Azzi—knew she was putting on a show.

“Mm,” Paige hummed, pretending to consider it, her hands still resting lazily on Azzi’s waist. “You can go slower, baby.”

Azzi bit her lip, following Paige’s instruction, but Paige could see the flicker of impatience in her eyes.

“Good girl,” Paige praised. “Now, keep going.”

Azzi did as she was told. Tracing a few soft circles over her center as Paige watched. Azzi’s patience didn’t last long though. She was more than ready, she had been ready since the moment they stood up from the table. So she easily slides two fingers into herself, sighing softly at the feeling.

Paige doesn’t tear her eyes away from Azzi. Stuck between watching her fingers work and watching every reaction unfold on her face. Her grip on Azzi’s waist tightened just slightly. “Slow down,” she whispered. “You’re rushing mama.”

Azzi exhaled shakily, adjusting just like she was told, her movements becoming more deliberate as she pulled her fingers all the way out before pushing them back in letting out quiet whimpers. Paige watched closely, noting the way Azzi’s brows furrowed, the way her lips parted just slightly as she tried to stay in control.

“Good girl,” Paige praised softly, and she felt the way Azzi tensed in response. “See? You can follow directions when you want to.”

Azzi let out a quiet breath, her fingers still working inside of herself. Paige smirked. She could see the frustration already starting to build.

“Keep going,” Paige instructed, tilting her head back as she watched. “Nice and slow, mama. No need to rush.”

Azzi tried, she really did, but after another moment, she let out a small whimper, her movements faltering. Her head dropped onto Paige’s shoulder, her breathing uneven.

“What’s wrong?”

Azzi swallowed hard, shaking her head. She wasn’t sure she could put it into words how needy she was.

Paige hummed, dragging her hands up Azzi’s sides. “Tell me.”

Azzi clenched her jaw, tilting her head back slightly. “I can’t—”

“You can,” Paige corrected. “You just don’t want to.”

Azzi’s hands twitched as she sped up her movements, her breathing uneven as she let out a frustrated sigh. “Paige,” she whispered, almost pleading now.

Paige leaned in, her lips brushing just below Azzi’s ear as she whispered, “Keep going, baby. You’re doing so well for me.”

Azzi shuddered, her resolve slipping further. She adjusted her movements again, obeying, but this time there was no mistaking the slight tremor in her breathing, the way her body was betraying her patience.

Paige couldn’t get enough of this—the way Azzi’s eyes were hooded, the way her lips parted as soft sighs escaped her. And the best part? Paige hadn’t done anything yet. It reminded her of all those late-night phone calls, of the times she had Azzi like this just from her words alone.

A smirk tugged at Paige’s lips as the memory surfaced. “Remember when I used to talk you through it over the phone pretty?”

Azzi barely managed a nod, her breath catching slightly as she worked her fingers in and out of herself.

Paige hummed, dragging her fingers lazily up Azzi’s sides. “I used to tell you exactly what to do… tell you how pretty you sounded.”

A quiet whine left Azzi’s lips.

Paige smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing. “I remember the first time I heard you.” Her voice dropped even lower, a soft rasp threading through her words. “Swear I thought I was in heaven. Had never heard anything so pretty in my life.”

Azzi let out a shaky breath, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

Paige tilted her head, lips ghosting over Azzi’s jaw as she added, “You told me I talked too much.”

Azzi exhaled a breathy, “You do.”

Paige chuckled, pressing a wet kiss to Azzi’s neck. “You like it.”

Azzi nodded, voice barely above a whisper. “I do, baby.”

Paige smirked. “I know you do.”

Azzi exhaled, her body melting further into Paige’s touch.

“Bet you used to put me on speaker… lay back, close your eyes, just listening to me while you touched yourself.”

Azzi’s breath hitched slightly, her lashes fluttering. “Maybe.”

Paige chuckled, pressing another kiss just beneath Azzi’s ear. “Maybe?” she echoed, feigning surprise. “Baby, I know you did.”

Azzi let out a quiet whimper at that, and Paige could feel the way her hand flexed slightly against her shoulders, gripping onto her.

“You always got so quiet toward the end,” Paige mused. “Like you were trying to be good for me, but I could still hear it—the way your breathing would change… the little noises you couldn’t hold back while you fucked yourself to my voice.”

Azzi’s fingers dug into Paige’s shoulders just slightly. “Paige…”

Paige smirked. “What, baby?”

Azzi shook her head, her voice coming out breathier now. “You talk too much.”

Paige chuckled, her grip tightening slightly around Azzi’s waist. “Mmm, and, you hang onto every word.”

“Shut up,” Azzi mumbled.

Paige grinned, her fingers grazing the nape of Azzi’s neck. “Make me.”

Azzi pulled Paige into a kiss, pressing down on her, trying to feel anything—anything more than this dull ache of needing Paige. Her own fingers weren't enough. Not anymore. She was too used to feeling Paige, the way she knew exactly how to unravel her. Anything else felt empty, unsatisfying.

Azzi pulled back, her breath coming in short, uneven pants as she met Paige’s eyes. “It’s not gonna work, baby. I need you.”

Paige’s expression didn’t change. She just blinked at her, head tilting slightly. “Hm?”

Maybe it was desperation, maybe it was the fact that they’d been at this for nearly an hour with no release—whatever it was, Azzi couldn’t take it anymore. She gripped the back of Paige’s neck, making sure she was listening. “It’s not enough. I need you to do it.”

Paige let the words linger between them, dragging her eyes over Azzi’s face, over the way her lips were parted, the way her pupils were blown wide. Slowly, Paige’s lips curled into a smirk.

“You need me to do what, baby?”

Azzi let out a small whimper, her fingers tightening against Paige’s skin. “Paige—”

Paige hummed in amusement, completely composed, completely in control. “I just wanna hear you say it.”

Azzi swallowed hard, pressing closer, her body begging Paige for mercy. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she finally gave in. “I need you to fuck me please baby.”

Paige’s hands, which had been resting innocently on Azzi’s waist, finally moved, dragging down just enough to make Azzi shudder. “That’s my girl,” Paige whispered. “All you had to do was ask.”

As soon as Paige replaces Azzi’s fingers with two of her own Azzi feels her stomach tighten as she throws her head back letting out a moan.

Azzi begins pushing herself against Paige’s hand grinding down against her jeans in a desperate attempt to feel more before she unravels. Paige notices and helps Azzi guide herself along her thigh as she pushes deeper into her.

The added pressure has Azzi whimpering near Paige’s ear as she holds her shoulders for leverage. She lets out a shaky breath, gripping the fabric of Paige’s hoodie as she pressed their foreheads together. “Your jeans…” she whispered, her voice uneven. “Don’t wanna mess them up.”

Paige let out a chuckle. “Fuck my jeans.”

Azzi exhaled sharply at that, her fingers tightening in Paige’s hoodie as she felt warmth pooling in her stomach. Paige just smiled, brushing her lips against Azzi’s jaw, her voice softer now. “Stop worrying about my clothes and make a mess on my lap like I know you want to pretty girl.”

At these words Azzi nods rapidly, her body letting go of the last bit of restraint as her legs start to shake against Paige. She lets out a series of moans as she releases against Paige’s hand riding out the feeling for as long as she can.

For a second Azzi kept her forehead resting against Paige’s shoulder, her breathing still uneven as she slowly came down. Paige pressed a lingering kiss to Azzi’s cheek before murmuring, “Lemme get up, baby.”

Azzi tightened her arms around Paige’s waist, shaking her head slightly. “We’re not done.”

Paige huffed out a soft laugh, brushing her fingers along Azzi’s back. “I know,” she assured. “Lemme go get it.”

Azzi hesitated for only a second before finally nodding, letting her arms fall away as she shifted off Paige’s lap.

Azzi stayed close even as she moved, her fingers lingering on Paige’s wrist before finally letting go. She watched as Paige stood up, stretching slightly before running a hand through her hair.

Paige glanced down at Azzi, taking in the way she was still catching her breath, her skin flushed, eyes heavy. She smirked, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind Azzi’s ear. “You good, baby?”

Azzi nodded. “Hurry up.”

Paige chuckled, shaking her head as she turned toward the closet. “So bossy.”

Azzi hummed, shifting on the bed as she leaned back against the pillows. “You like it.”

Paige didn’t respond right away, but the smile on her face said everything. As she grabbed what she needed, she looked over her shoulder at Azzi. “I do.”

Paige felt Azzi’s eyes on, watching her every move as she pulled her hoodie over her head, letting it drop to the floor before tugging her shirt off right after. Paige smiled as she heard Azzi exhale, making no attempt to hide how intently she was watching.

Paige chuckled, shaking her head. “You good?”

Azzi didn’t answer right away. Instead, she dragged her eyes over Paige’s body, making sure Paige saw exactly where she was looking. “Mhm,” Azzi hummed.

Paige laughed under her breath, shaking her head as she finished stripping off her clothes before adjusting the harness to fit perfectly. When she glanced up, Azzi was already leaning back against the pillows, head tilted slightly, one brow raised, excitement dancing in her eyes.

Paige smirked at the look she was getting. “You got something to say?”

Azzi licked her lips, eyes flicking down before meeting Paige’s again. “Yeah,” she said smoothly

Paige raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “Wassup?”

Azzi didn’t look away. “I can’t wait to feel you,” she admitted.

Paige’s smile widened as she studied Azzi for a second before getting in the bed. She hovered over Azzi, her eyes warm as she took her in, a soft smile tugging at her lips. She traced her fingers along Azzi’s side before whispering, “I love you, beautiful. Thank you for today.”

Azzi’s expression softened, her thumb gently sweeping across Paige’s cheek. “I love you, P,” she whispered.

Paige leaned down, capturing Azzi’s lips in a slow, full kiss, one that felt more like a promise than anything else. Azzi sighed into it, her arms coming up to wrap around Paige’s head as she melted into her completely.

They stayed like that wrapped up in nothing but each other until Azzi finally pulled back, breathless, her fingers tangling in Paige’s hair. “You can do whatever you want, P,” she whispered, eyes searching Paige’s.

Paige smiled down at her, brushing her nose against Azzi’s before whispering, “This is what I want.

Azzi searched Paige’s eyes, her fingers tracing light patterns along her back. “You sure? It’s your birthday.”

Paige let out a soft laugh, shaking her head slightly before pressing a kiss to Azzi’s jaw. “I’m positive,” she murmured against her skin.

Without another word, Paige captured Azzi’s lips again, kissing her gently but deeply, pouring all of her affection into the moment. Azzi sighed into the kiss, her grip tightening around Paige.

Paige leaned back slightly to adjust the strap so it was angled correctly before she pressed forward, glancing down, making sure Azzi was okay. Azzi’s eyes were fluttered shut, her breaths tight.

“You okay, mama?” Paige asked softly.

Azzi swallowed, nodding quickly. “Mhm.”

Paige brushed a hand down Azzi’s side. “You need a minute?”

Azzi let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head. “God, no.” The thought of waiting any longer seemed unbearable, like it might actually ruin her.

Paige chuckled at Azzi’s urgency, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her temple. “Yeah?”

Azzi exhaled shakily, nodding. “Yeah… been waiting all day.”

Paige smirked against her cheek. “I know, baby. You’ve been so good for me.”

Azzi lets out a quiet moan when she feels Paige press into her full. She tilts her head to look at Paige. “Only for you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Paige traced gentle patterns along Azzi’s side, her touch soft as she started working in and out of her slowly. “I love when you talk like that.”

Azzi smiled softly, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of Paige’s hair behind her ear. “I mean it,” she said, her voice steady despite the way her body trembled as Paige worked into her. “Nobody else, P. Just you.”

Paige’s chest tightened at the sincerity in Azzi’s voice, at the way her eyes held nothing but truthfulness. She leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to Azzi’s lips before whispering, “I know, baby.”

The room settled into a comfortable silence, nothing but their slow, steady breaths and Azzi’s soft moans filling the space. Paige pressed soft kisses to Azzi’s shoulder, her fingertips tracing light, aimless patterns along her waist as she moved in and out of her slowly. She was in no rush, completely content in the moment in letting Azzi soak up the pleasure for as long as possible.

After a while, Paige broke the silence. “You feel so good, baby,” she whispered, her lips brushing against Azzi’s skin.

Azzi let out a shaky breath, her fingers gripping at Paige’s back. “P…” she warned, already struggling.

Paige smirked. “What?” she asked, feigning innocence.

Azzi swallowed hard, her head tilting back slightly when Paige pushed in a little harder than before. “You know what.”

Paige chuckled softly, pressing a kiss just below Azzi’s jaw. “Mmm, I don’t think I do,” she teased. “I was just saying how good you feel.”

Azzi groaned, her fingers flexing against Paige’s back. “You’re trying to make me talk,” she mumbled, her voice already strained.

Paige hummed. “Is it that hard, baby?” she teased, her smirk widening when Azzi only let out a breathy whimper in response. “C’mon, use your words,” Paige encouraged, dragging her lips down Azzi’s throat. “Tell me how you feel.”

Azzi tried—she really did—but all that came out was a soft, incoherent sound. Paige chuckled against her skin, clearly pleased with herself.

After that Azzi tried to hold back, swallowing the sounds that threatened to escape her lips not wanting to give Paige the satisfaction. But as time went on, it became impossible.

“God, P…” Azzi exhaled, her voice breathy.. “You feel so—” Her words cut off as another sharp gasp left her.

Paige smirked, her grip on Azzi’s hip tightening just slightly as she worked into her. “Yeah?” she murmured. “Tell me, baby.”

Azzi didn’t hesitate this time. “You feel so good,” she admitted, her fingers grasping at Paige’s back, nails digging in just enough to leave faint marks. “So good, P.”

Paige groaned softly at that, her body reacting instinctively as she started to speed up. “Yeah?” she pressed, her own breathing growing heavier. “You like that, mama?”

Azzi nodded rapidly, her head tilting back against the pillow. “I love it. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” she whispered against her mouth. “So much.”

Azzi whimpered into the kiss, her legs instinctively tightening around Paige. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded softly, her hands pulling Paige closer.

Paige chuckled, pressing her forehead against Azzi’s for a brief moment as she reached down to circle Azzi’s bud. At the adding sensation Azzi immediately starts pressing herself further into Paige letting out breathless moans.

Paige’s gaze softened as she looked down at Azzi, her chest tightening with something deeper than desire.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Paige whispered, her voice dripping with adoration. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

Azzi swallowed a sigh, her lashes fluttering as she looked up at Paige through hooded eyes. She reached up, threading her fingers through Paige’s hair, tugging gently. “Keep going.”

Paige smirked slightly but kept her voice soft, intimate. “You know I’m not gonna stop, baby,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to Azzi’s lips.

Azzi shook her head, her grip tightening. “No—keep talking to me, P… fuck, please keep talking.”

“I love you so much, Azzi,” she whispered, her breath warm against her skin. “I promise Imma spend the rest of my life making you feel this good. However you want, whenever you want. Anything for you, baby.”

Azzi whimpered at that, her body trembling slightly. Paige kissed her temple, then her jaw, then the hollow of her throat. “You want something, all you gotta do is ask,” she continued, making sure Azzi felt every word as she pushed into her every time she whispered. “I’d give you anything, you know that?”

Azzi nodded rapidly, clinging to her. “I know,” she breathed.

Paige was completely lost in Azzi, her lips brushing against heated skin, her words nothing but breathy promises between them. But then—

Maybe: Leah Caldwell.

Siri’s voice cut through the air like an unwelcome intruder. Paige barely registered it, too consumed by Azzi—by the way she felt, the way she responded to every touch, every whisper. But she did notice the way Azzi’s body tensed slightly, the flicker of distraction in her eyes.

Without a second thought, Paige reached over and declined the call, never once breaking rhythm, never pulling away. “Focus on me, baby,” she whispered.

Azzi exhaled sharply, squeezing Paige tighter, but then—

The phone rang again.

Paige felt Azzi’s hesitation this time, saw the unspoken questions flicker in her eyes. But before Azzi could say anything, Paige shook her head no. Silently answering any questions Azzi had.

She kissed Azzi’s cheek, then her lips, whispering, “Just me and you, baby. No one else I promise.”

Azzi searched her face for a moment before nodding, fingers digging into Paige’s back as she clung to her. Paige kissed her again, pouring everything into it, silently telling Azzi that nothing—no one—could pull her away from this. From them.

Paige felt Azzi shift beneath her, reaching over to the nightstand. She didn’t stop kissing her neck, just smirked as she asked, “What you doing, mama?”

“Answering the phone.”

Paige chuckled, shaking her head as she pressed another kiss to Azzi’s neck. “That right?” she murmured.

Azzi swallowed, steadying herself before bringing the phone to her ear. But before she spoke, she turned her head slightly, whispering, “Don’t stop.”

Paige’s lips curled against her skin. She nodded once. “I won’t.”

And then, with her body still wrapped around Paige’s, Azzi swiped to answer.

The line clicked open, but Azzi didn’t say a word. She let Leah speak first.

“Happy birthday,” Leah’s voice rang through the speaker, like she still had a place here. She must’ve assumed Paige had answered.

Azzi exhaled slowly before responding, her voice coming out breathy, barely above a whisper. “She’s busy.”

There was a pause on the other end, like Leah wasn’t buying it. “Very funny Paige” she said, a hint of skepticism in her tone.

Azzi parted her lips to respond, but before she could get the words out, Paige’s palm pressed down against her stomach as she worked into her faster, making her body arch slightly in reaction. Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as a quiet, “Oh my god fuck” slipped past her lips.

Azzi’s grip on the phone tightened as Leah’s voice came through again, but this time the tone was different.

“…Paige?” Leah asked, her voice sounding a little confused, like she was finally starting to pick up on the fact that maybe this wasn’t a joke.

Azzi swallowed, trying to keep her composure, but her breath was still shallow. “I told you…she’s busy,” she said, voice shaking slightly.

Then, through the line, Leah could hear Paige’s voice in the background. “Hang up that shit so I can make you finish for me, pretty girl.”

Azzi’s eyes fluttered at the sound of Paige’s words, and her breath hitched.

Leah’s voice came through, more forceful now. But Azzi struggled to focus, the tension building in her chest. Paige wasn’t letting up, increasing her pace, and Azzi felt herself slipping further. The world was spinning. It was getting harder to breathe, harder to think.

Azzi could barely form the words, her voice strained, but she forced herself to speak. “Don’t… call again,” she managed, her chest tightening with every word.

Before Leah could respond, Azzi pressed the red button and tossed the phone aside, her hands trembling. The moment she let go of the phone the words started tumbling out of her.

"Baby, fuck, please," Azzi whimpers, crying out fully at Paige's thrusts, "right there—yes baby keep doing that, fuck."

Pressing down a little harder on her stomach, Paige speeds up watching as Azzi’s face contorted in pleasure underneath her.

A few seconds later Azzi is letting out a high pitched moan, squeezing her eyes shut and dragging her nails down Paige’s back as she comes undone under her.

Despite this Paige keeps moving her hips into Azzi as she moves her hand back down to circle Azzi’s clit with two fingers and not a few seconds later Azzi is screaming out again, seeing white as she soaks Paige’s stomach and the sheets below them as she scrambles to push Paige out of her.

Paige’s jaw drops as she looks down, the mess between them slowly sinking in. Then a huge grin spreads across her face.

Azzi, barely feeling like she’s in her body, lets out a quiet, “Don’t…”

Paige, knowing Azzi’s warning, just chuckles lightly, her eyes still fixated on the puddle on the bed. “Okay…” she hums, but her gaze doesn’t leave the mess.

Azzi, trying to gather herself, pushes herself up slightly, her voice still shaky. “We’re getting in the shower.”

Paige, gives her a grin and a shrug. “Yup.”

“And you’re changing the sheets.”

Paige’s smile widens, her voice dripping with affection. “Yes, ma’am.”

Azzi, still breathing a little unevenly, chuckles softly. “Good,” she murmurs, resting her head back on the pillow.

“Let’s get cleaned up, beautiful,” Paige says, helping Azzi sit up before throwing her on her back as they make their way to the shower.

[solifloris]

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╰┈➤ ❝ zayne x afab!reader | VALENTINE'S EVENT !

tags : established relationship, light kisses, hurt/comfort, angst with fluff, reader has a bad day, kinda slight references to 'hidden motive', it's like if the "youtiful" series had no smut LMAO, use of pet names "love" "sweetheart". ((also... unedited... i finished this at like 2:30am... AHFNNSNF)

wc : 3k (haha......)

an : so i have. been on a bit of writer's block since i recovered from my sick week, but i did somehow get the urge to write something a little angsty… so this was actually the perfect request to work on and i had sm fun with this!! TYTYYY FOR REQUESTING @deepspacenova ILY <333 (also i know canonically valentine's day is azure's echo day but… for consistency we'll stick with valentine's :D)

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Valentine's Day wasn't supposed to go like this.

When you woke up, the space beside you was empty.

The curtains were drawn, and the room had been left relatively dark despite the little rays of sunshine peeking through. Comforting, in a sense, but—your hand reached out to run through the sheets beside you, now cold and devoid of the warmth of his presence. He'd left it like this on purpose; you knew that.

And it was quiet without him.

The kind of quiet that was loud, the kind of quiet that was uncomfortable.

Your eyes drifted towards the clock on the nightstand, and your heart sank at the realization—you'd slept in, and completely missed seeing him off. On Valentine's Day.

You'd both known from the start that he wouldn't be getting a day off despite the occasion, and you'd accepted it, but you had promised yourself to be present for him in the morning. What kind of girlfriend would let him leave just like that, right?

There was a note on the stand.

You reached out to grab it, and something about the emptiness in the bedroom made you feel so small. Even though you'd always been fond of the neutral colors surrounding you, they looked drearier and gloomier than they'd ever been. Your arms twitched with the urge to reach out for a hug—

There was no one there.

Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well? I noticed you've been very tired lately, so please get some rest. Don't feel too bad that you didn't see me this morning. I'll be home in time for dinner, let me know when you wake up.

It was so sweet. So Zayne. Yet the heaviness in your heart didn't seem to lighten in the least, because the circumstances didn't change:

It was Valentine's Day. And you were spending it all alone.

In retrospect, you could never place the blame on your boyfriend. It had been this way from the start; you'd talked about it, accepted it, that with all of this came his busy schedules and the ever-present possibility that he would miss days like this without having much of a choice himself. You, yourself, weren't exempt to the setup, anyway—normally, your own work hours would have you out of the house in a similar manner. It was only that, this time… the mere prospect of having to spend a majority of the day alone with your thoughts had your skin crawling.

It had to be today.

It had to be now.

You could beg for a new work assignment to come in and save you from drowning, but you had been ordered to take a rest.

…Was this resting?

The air was stifling. You could breathe, but only barely.

You felt nailed to the bed, your head heavy, your body heavy, the tension in your shoulders nearly having you want to cry out if only you could muster a sound.

It had to be today.

It had to be now.

On Valentine's Day, the day of love. You would feel so pathetic, and needy, and so desperate to feel him next to you when you knew that it could not be so and you understood that this was simply the way things were. How they always have been. And it took every ounce of your energy to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill, because what kind of girlfriend would be like this, and why couldn't today be a day you felt normal?

You had to hastily wipe your tears with the sleeve of your sweater, and your hands reached for the phone next.

A simple good morning, a little how-are-you.

You would make yourself be normal today if you could help it.

So you did the only thing you could think of:

You redirected.

Pushing yourself out of bed was a task difficult enough to do, but you grit your teeth through it. Feet touched upon the soft carpet, footsteps padding across the room and towards the door. If you had the majority of the day to yourself, you could do something productive, couldn't you? You could still do that, couldn't you? You could still be the simplest, simplest form of a functioning human being… couldn't you?

A mantra repeated in your head as you made your way to the kitchen.

A list of things: you could clean, you could organize, you could read, you could play… You could cook something, maybe even bake, just so he could have some sort of surprise waiting when he got back.

It sounded like a good plan.

…

It was a difficult plan.

Deep breaths weren't enough to calm you down. Sure, every movement pulled you out of the rubble of your thoughts for a moment, allowed you to continue being for a moment. But a moment was merely a moment. And once that moment was over, then it was over. The wreckage dangling above your head would come crashing.

It was a terrifying, terrifying thing to be alone.

Every so often your eyes would drift towards your phone in hopes for a text; even a simple update, anything, anything—

You liked the quiet, but you liked it when he was around.

You liked the slowness of things, but you liked it when he was around.

On days like these, then only when all this empty space could be filled by the warmth of his presence… that was when everything else could be bearable.

And you stirred the cookie batter absentmindedly, only barely paying attention to what you were doing, when—

Ding!

Your heart jumped.

Immediately, you dropped the spatula back into bowl and turned towards your phone.

—heeeeyyyy, happy valentine's, bestieee!!! —hope you get to have a sweeeett, sweet time with your boyfie!

Ah.

Your racing heartbeat calmed down in slight disappointment; the last conversation you'd had with Zayne had been an hour ago, and you knew realistically enough not to expect another message so soon.

And, sure, you were disappointed, but… to Tara's defense, these texts still made you smile.

She sent a flurry more of messages; silly things, cute things, just a couple of somethings to leave in your chat log. You didn't know if she'd picked up on your own behavior being off at work, but you supposed that if Jenna had, then it was more likely that Tara hadn't overlooked it, either.

A thought rang suddenly in your mind, because you could spend the rest of your day with her. A glance at the time told you that it was only half past two in the afternoon, and you still had a couple of hours left before Zayne would be on his way home. If you were looking for a distraction, perhaps, a day out could have solved it, but—

Realization dawned.

You'd have to put on something pretty, spend a couple of minutes doing makeup. You'd have to speak with people, interact with them, seem normal to them… and then maybe, then, you'd be more conscious of the fact that you were blatantly masking in front of people you held close to your heart.

Vulnerability was a fickle thing.

Though you could desperately want to be so, it was difficult to know where to begin.

It was something to accept—you didn't have the energy to… be.

Not today.

Maybe Zayne was right; you did need to rest.

And the realization furthered in that really, truly, all that you wanted was to spend a moment curled up in his lap, maybe watch a movie, maybe sit in silence… Just enough to recharge, just enough to feel safe enough to be.

You wouldn't have had to think of anything else.

But, he wasn't… Here.

He wasn't here.

Hours passed by in a similar manner, then. A cycle of distracting yourself, and failing, and trying again, and failing… You had gotten a few things done, in your defense. The kitchen and the bedroom had both been cleaned spotless. Your newly-baked batch of chocolate-chip cookies sat to cool on the counter, a treat for your boyfriend, something to remind you of what day it was today. You were proud of yourself for it, of course; despite everything, you could still do a little something.

But the feeling in your chest, the heaviness of it, the burden you bore that you couldn't quite place, yourself… it was still there. Unmistakably, still there.

And then it was late.

Later than you knew his shift to be.

You glanced at your phone once, twice—thrice, and a few times more.

The message you'd sent had received no reply.

It must have been an emergency.

You understood; really, you understood. It was like this. He had no access to his phone when things were busy, and especially not when something had come up. You knew this. You knew.

And so you grabbed a blanket from the bedroom to drape over yourself, as you curled up on the couch.

You could wait.

You could.

You could.

…You could, right?

Surfing through channels proved easy enough.

Not that one.

Not that one.

No, not that one, either.

You huffed as each channel played a show that didn't particularly interest you, the sound of their dialogue merely causing you to be irritated rather than successfully distracted. You had little to no choice but to passively play on a show, lower the volume—and at this point, truly… it was difficult to take.

You curled up, drew your knees up to your chest.

The blanket smelled like him.

You could recall how often it had been like this; it had been busy at the hospital, as much as it had been busy at work… The two of you had barely any time to spend with each other these past few days, and undeniably it had started to take a toll on you.

Because it had to line up with the way that you'd been feeling.

Useless. Worthless. A little bit less like yourself.

Thoughts like these were easy to ignore when you had the capacity to, but you didn't anymore. Once again, the space around you was too big; too heavy; too much. It cemented on you all these feelings of helplessness, the way you were left in the middle of this cold, empty space with nothing to offer solace. It was pathetic to feel this way, you thought, but you no longer had the ability to rationalize it.

You didn't like it here without him.

You missed him—a feeling that had built up all these days spent away from each other.

And then the tears started to fall.

Silent tears, an occasional sniffle here and there… Your eyes glazed over as you continued to hug your knees to your chest, head resting upon them. You weren't focusing. The television remained what it was—white noise. You could barely remember what channel you had left it on in the first place.

Your phone lit up a couple of times.

You no longer noticed it.

—

A light shaking could be felt over your body.

It was a colder touch, you could feel it through even the blanket. Your eyes stirred open. Yet, truly, even before your gaze could focus enough on the figure next to you, you knew this touch.

Zayne.

He had his hand on your arm, having nudged you awake, and you could see the faint outline of a bouquet of flowers seated right next to him. Your favorites, no less.

In front of you, the television had been turned off, and a quick glance at your phone to the side showed several missed calls and texts from him. The time flashed as eight in the evening. You had fallen asleep. Your eyes were likely puffy, and you probably looked exhausted…

Yet, these things, despite how much you had noticed and despite how much you were still thinking—

They didn't matter anymore.

The moment of silence between you two, the way he didn't ask, the way he waited, the way he watched… A wave of understanding passed over the both of you before he pulled you into his arms, and that was it.

This was home.

It wasn't dark, and gloomy, and empty, and cold—

It was warm. Comforting. Full of his presence, just the way you had been longing it to be since you'd woken up. The smell of his cologne was one familiar enough to make you tighten your hold on him, make you snuggle deeper into his chest. It was secure. It was safe.

You'd missed him, truly.

And there was no need for words, not really. Instead, he stroked your hair, patiently, lovingly. A gentle kiss to the top of your head. A little reassuring squeeze of your hand.

"Zayne…"

"Mn. I'm here."

Another moment of stillness.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

You could still hear the faint ticking of the clock on the wall, but this time, it didn't bother you. Not when you could just as well hear the steady thrum of his heartbeat, not when his quiet words of reassurance could resound in your head like a lullaby.

And a stray tear fell.

Maybe, it was the relief of it. Maybe, it was how everything had bubbled up to crash into you like this.

But—

You lips trembled, and you cried.

You cried, and cried, and cried.

And it was such a stupid way to spend the day of love.

"You're… You're home, hic, I-I'm sorry, I didn't— hic— I fell asleep, a-and then—"

"Shh. It's okay, my love."

His voice was low. Soft.

"B-but I was… It's Valentine's Day, I should've…!"

"No, you do not owe me anything. On the contrary, I, too, have not been a satisfactory partner… I apologize, sweetheart. I wish I could have spent the day with you."

"It's… It's not your fault…"

"Then, it is not your fault, either."

He paused.

"You… feel unwell. You've been unwell. Haven't you? Aren't you?"

Slowly, gently, he coaxed your head up to look at him. His thumb raised, moving to wipe away your tears; to draw you closer by your chin and place a chaste kiss on the tip of your nose.

You sniffled slightly. "I… I didn't want to be needy… I know it's been busy at the hospital, and I thought I could manage, and… Zayne, I'm sorry, I know I should be more understanding. And this is only a moment that will pass, and— and I should be better, be good, be someone who can give you the world like you deserve, be— something more worth of the comfort you give me, than this…"

The words flowed out before you could stop them, and, in the end, you appreciated that you could be vulnerable with him. But it still tore at your heart to have him listen. Because wat if it was silly? What if it was stupid? In the back of your mind, even though you thought these things, you were hoping for him to tell you otherwise. And what would you do if he didn't? If he agreed with you? What if these words, these insecurities, would make him think less of you, or find it irritating, or…

You were spiraling.

You could see yourself drowning, reflected in the very window of his gaze.

He gripped your shoulders—he wouldn't let you.

It was firm, this time, his grip. Not necessarily gentle.

Yet, the look in his eyes told you everything even before he spoke.

"I never asked for you to give me the world."

Slow, careful words, and his eyes never strayed from yours:

"All I've ever wanted was you."

Your breath hitched.

You waited, quiet, a little stunned; watched as he leaned in to give you a soft kiss. One to your forehead, one on your eyelids. Your cheek, the corner of your lips—

"I ask nothing of you, if only to know that you are okay. If only to know that you understand… that I will cherish you, and care for you, for as long as you are alive. Do you remember that?"

A memory stirred.

I should think about… how to live my life to the fullest. Because in this world, there's someone who'll like me for as long as I'm alive…

Those were your words.

A wave of warmth washed over you once more as he brought back memories from that day, one that, likely, was one that he thought of often himself.

"The moon…" he mumbled. Gently, he nudged your head sideways to allow you to glance out the window. He'd drawn the curtains back, and the night sky showed itself in full view to you. "Is beautiful tonight. Just as you are. Less than you are. Because you always shine brighter. And, to me… That is all of the world that I need."

"Zayne…"

"I bought you flowers, and I saw the cookies that you left on the table. However… how much you mean to me is not meant to be celebrated for simply one day of the year, and I don't plan to do that. I would celebrate it every day, every minute, every hour of my life. Besides… no matter how hectic things get, I will always want to see you."

This time, he pulled you back to him, gently easing his lips onto yours. A quick kiss, but a meaningful one. One that made the world disappear, your troubles disappear… at least, enough for you to focus on him, and all the love that he offered— to you.

"…Zayne?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

You snuggled into his chest, curling into his warmth.

It felt lighter, now. Perhaps, not to be completely freed from the chains you had put on yourself, but… it felt lighter. More bearable. No longer suffocating.

No longer difficult.

"I love you," you repeated. You would whisper the words, quiet as you focused on his heartbeat. "I love you, twice… thrice… and more times… Because saying it once wouldn't be enough."

"And I love you, sweetheart." Once more, he pressed his lips to the crown of your head. "Twice, and thrice, and more. And, for tonight… We can do whatever you want. My time is all yours."

And perhaps, you thought, he was your world just as much as you were his.

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Chapter Eight

WC: 6858 | R: Explicit | TW: Suicidal Ideation/Depression | Ch 8/10 | AO3

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“I’m losing my mind, Robin.” Steve groaned, slumping in his seat on the other side of the booth.

It felt a little strange leaving Eddie alone back at the house after he’d talked about leaving this morning, only to be guilt tripped into staying. Steve was furious with himself for slipping like that, for not being able to hold it in and just let Eddie go, but he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t relieved that the other boy had changed his mind.

Mostly relieved.

“That's a little dramatic,” Robin said around a mouthful of bacon cheeseburger. “I think Eddie’s rubbing off on you.”

Steve cut her a hard glare. If she only knew. “That’s kinda the problem.”

“Ew,” she mumbled, before setting her food back down and pushing the plate away.

Steve rolled his eyes. “I'm serious!”

“Again, ew, but tell me more.”

After a quick glance at the empty tables directly surrounding them, Steve launched into his explanation in a hushed frenzy.

“He made it very clear he wasn’t interested but now he’s sending me more mixed signals than ever. And I know myself, okay? I fall too fast and too hard. I knew it would be tough to get over, but it’s like ever since he rejected me, things have only gotten more… more… everything! More intense, more flirty, more physical, more confusing. And then this morning I woke up and he was, y’know—”

Steve trailed off, bringing his hands up attempting to mime the not-unwelcome, but definitely compromising, position he’d found himself in that morning.

“I don’t get it,” Robin said. 

“Come on, you know…” 

Steve tried again, curing two fingers of his left hand in to create a crack, and extending his right pointer finger to rub aggressively between them.

“Still not getting it,” she said again. “I  think you should keep going.”

This time Steve could hear the laughter in her voice and see the strain in her lips from trying not to smile.

“Oh fuck you.”

Robin smiled sweetly. “I’ll pass, thanks, but it sounds like Eddie’s up for it.”

“I don’t know,” Steve said with a sigh. “The second he woke up and realized it was me he was dry humping in his sleep, he freaked and ran out of the room.”

“He was probably just embarrassed or something,” she insisted, waving a hand.

Steve grimaced. He’d have thought the same thing, except…

“I pretended to sleep through it.”

“Steven!”

“What else was I supposed to do?!” He hissed.

Robin raised both eyebrows, taking a long loud sip from her almost empty strawberry milkshake before responding. “Say something maybe? Hump him back? I don’t know, I don’t know how people with penises communicate with each other!”

Steve rolled his eyes. 

“You want to know what I think?” She went on. “I think you’re both idiots.”

“Not helpful.”

She shrugged. “If not idiots, then either one or both of you is suffering from a serious case of denial.” 

“No—he just doesn’t like me like that,” Steve said. It was the only thing that made sense.

“Suuuure he doesn’t, that’s why he flirted with you so much during the whole Vecna thing.”

Steve was less than amused that she referred to their hellish ordeal over spring break as, ‘the whole Vecna thing��, but aside from that.

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed.

Robin’s mouth dropped open, and she gave him a look of pure disbelief. “Are you serious right now? The bambi eyes? The vest? Big boy? Should I go on?”

And sure, Steve had noticed those things… and everything after. It was part of why he’d gone and finally kissed Eddie in the first place, but clearly he’d read it all wrong. “It doesn’t matter, okay? I think he’s just like that.”

“How have you been on so many dates and yet you have no idea when someone is genuinely flirting their ass off with you?”

“I don’t know.” Steve whined, resting his cheek on the table and throwing his arms over his head. 

Steve was hit by a wave of relief when he turned onto his street and saw Eddie’s van still sitting in the driveway, smiling to himself as he pulled his car in right next to it. He hadn’t realized til then just how worried he’d been that it might not be. That Eddie might have changed his mind and left while he was out to avoid another talk.

He schooled his face into something more neutral as he climbed the stairs, after finding the first floor empty, assuming Eddie was in his room writing away. But a peek in the open guest room doorway found it vacant as well and he quickly pivoted on his heel to look in his own room instead.

“Oh—” Steve breathed, the sight in front of him hitting him like a ton of bricks. Eddie was there alright, sitting speechless on the floor in front of a cardboard box. A very particular cardboard box. 

Shit.

“Um… I can explain?”

With everything else going on he’d almost forgotten about it.

Much of Steve’s memories from the night they fought Vecna were clear and sharp… too sharp in some ways, but his recollections turned a little hazy after they were forced to leave the hospital without knowing if Eddie would live or die. 

Robin had wanted to stay with him, but her parents were already there at Steve’s house, camped out on his doorstep after searching for her all over town. They’d practically dragged her out of his car when he parked. In a way, Steve had been glad for it. He couldn’t have the breakdown he needed to have in front of her. She screamed and fought until Steve told her to go, that he’d be fine, and he’d call her the next day. 

He’d trudged into the house, clutching Eddie’s vest in his fist, his legs growing heavier and weaker with each step. As the last of the adrenaline in his system faded away, he stumbled, landing hard on the foyer floor, all alone in his big empty house, and couldn’t find the will to get up.

On hands and knees he’d crawled down the hall to the small bathroom on the ground floor, the angry wounds at his sides and back pulling with every movement, a searing pain that made him want to curl up and cry—or maybe it was just the critical mass. 

With tears beginning to blur his vision he finally reached the sink, pulling himself up with hands that were still tacky with the remnants of dried blood. He washed and scrubbed but the reddish-brown color of it had settled deep into the lines of his palms and under his nails and it’s not like it mattered. His hands would never be clean.

Even if Eddie did make it.

A sudden wave of nausea had him lunging for the toilet, violently expelling what little was in his stomach, and once it was truly empty, dry heaving for good measure before finally collapsing to the ground, pressing his cheek into the cool tile below.

The faint light of dawn was streaming in through the bathroom’s small window by the time he scraped himself up off the floor, grabbing Eddie’s vest from where he’d dropped it in the hall before making his way up the stairs to his room. 

He carefully folded the bundle of filthy denim, soaked in blood and gore and laid it down on his desk before taking off his own ruined clothes. Somehow he found the energy to shower, and a few blinks later he was as clean as he was going to get, dressed in a fresh pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt, staring down at the heap of soiled cloth he’d just stripped out of, so stained that the shirt and jacket looked like they were a completely different color than when he’d put them on at The War Zone.

It was so much blood he could hardly wrap his head around the reality of it. In the moment, he’d been a little more focused on getting Eddie’s heart beating again. It hadn’t really sunk in. Could a person really survive losing so much? Could they have gone through all this, gotten Eddie safely to the hospital only for him to die anyway?

Would that just be it? Dead and gone without a goodbye? 

Steve fought to cut that thought off at its ankles, to think positively, to have hope, but it refused to fall away completely. Pulled by a force he didn’t understand at the time, and only barely did now, he went to his closet, dragging out a box that held his old school books, binders, flashcards and the like, and dumped the contents to the floor.

He considered again the pile of his dirty clothes and thought nonsensically that these bits of Eddie, his blood, his vest… If the worst happened they might be all Steve had left to remember him by. Without further hesitation he scooped it all into the box, and after running his fingers over the buttons on its front one last time, he placed the vest on top of the stack, closed the box’s flaps, and slid it under his bed for safe keeping.

But he couldn’t say all of that, could he?

“Jesus, it sounds even worse when I say it out loud. I’m sorry, I know it was crazy. I-I’m just gonna shut up now.”

Steve expected a lot of things in that moment, most of them involving Eddie fleeing from the room like his hair was on fire, and never speaking to him again. What he didn’t expect, could never in a million years have seen coming, was Eddie’s voice so softly saying, “not crazy,” as he rose to his feet and padded closer. 

A hand gently circled Steve’s wrist, pulling his hands away from his face, and left him looking up into Eddie’s heavy lidded gaze. 

“Or if it is, I don’t fucking care—.”

The next thing Steve knew Eddie was climbing into his lap, running those long fingers through his hair, and kissing him like the world might end again if he didn’t.

Steve whined into Eddie’s mouth as Eddie deepened the kiss, their lips slotting together as if they were always meant to meet this way. It made him regret all over again that embarrassing morning in the kitchen. This should have been their first kiss. But, if that moment had in any way led them to this one? 

He’d do it all again in a heartbeat. 

When they were forced to come up for air, Eddie pulled back, grasping Steve’s shirt by the hem and tugging it over his head in one quick movement. Steve moved to do the same in return, wanting to feel as much of Eddie against as much of himself as humanly possible before he woke up from this glorious daydream. But Eddie stilled his hands as they grasped the cloth of his faded t-shirt, his eyes suddenly guarded, nervous, where moments ago they were filled only with heat.  

That wouldn’t do. 

Steve understood well the fear of being seen, in all meanings of the word. He had his own scars and imperfections, and if it had been anyone other than Eddie perched in his lap right now, stripping him bare, he might have had a similar reaction, but Eddie knew where he’d been, what he’d endured, what they’d both fought against together. If anyone could understand them, it was each other, and he couldn’t let Eddie go on for one more second thinking otherwise. He released his hold on Eddie’s shirt, taking both of Eddie’s hands in his and slowly raising them to his lips, pressing a kiss to each of his knuckles without ever breaking eye contact. 

“I wanna see you too,” he said, his mouth still hovering above the back of Eddie’s hand. “Please.”

Eddie stared, eyes shining and mouth agape for a moment before squeezing Steve's hands and pushing them aside, before slowly pulling his shirt up over his head himself, tossing it to the floor.

It wasn’t the first time Steve had seen Eddie shirtless, but it was the first time he allowed himself to admire the view openly. Pink and red scars stood out, stark against the pale expanse of Eddie’s chest and midsection. 

Steve leaned in, pressing gentle open-mouthed kisses over every inch of still-healing skin, worshiping the scars he’d only glanced at before, afraid to stare too long and give himself away. Wrapping one arm around his back, Steve held Eddie close, his other hand caressing up the length of his side, rolling a thumb over Eddie’s remaining nipple as he licked the scar tissue where the other would have been. Eddie shuddered at the touch, head thrown back as a breathy sigh escaped his lips.

It could have gone on like that forever and Steve would have been in heaven but soon Eddie was taking his chin in hand, angling his mouth up to claim it with his own as he pushed back, and back, until Steve was lying flat on the bed with Eddie full weight resting on top of him.

They ground against each other as their tongues danced. Eddie was hard, undeniable so, the length of him pressing deliciously into Steve’s own throbbing cock, every movement of their hips together sending sparks of pleasure through his core. Just when Steve thought he couldn't take it anymore, that he was going to come in his pants like some blushing virgin, Eddie shifted.

Raising himself up on his knees, Eddie began to slide down Steve’s body, kissing and licking and biting a trail from his throat, all the way down his chest and stomach until he reached the waistband of his Jeans. Eddie paused then, looking up as he took the button fly between two fingers, as if asking silent permission.

Steve reached down to cup Eddie’s cheek, brushing over his full swollen lips with his thumb. “Are you sure you want to?” He asked.

Eddie’s tongue darted out, licking the tip of Steve’s thumb as he nuzzled into his touch. “Are you kidding?”

With deft hands, Eddie worked Steve’s pants open, turning his head to press a kiss to his palm before moving away, climbing down off the bed to pull Steve’s jeans all the way off. He was left lying there in only his boxers, his hard cock tenting them obscenely as Eddie gazed down at him, licking his lips.

Steve stared right back, holding Eddie’s eye as he slipped his hands through the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down. 

A punched out sound escaped Eddie’s throat when Steve’s length sprang free and he started to rush forward, before pausing to push his own pants to the floor, underwear and all, leaving them both completely bare for the other, for the very first time.

Until that moment Steve had sort of forgot that this was new to him, that it was his first time fooling around with a man and he should probably be feeling nervous about that, but all he think was how right it all felt and the only thing making him nervous was that this was Eddie, someone he’d come to care about so fucking much.

Finally, Eddie crawled back onto the bed, his cock swinging heavy and hard between his legs, a tempting sight that made Steve’s mouth start to water, before settling himself on his stomach between Steve’s thighs.

After pressing a tender kiss to the inside of Steve’s thigh, Eddie dove right in, taking the head of Steve’s cock into his mouth.

The feel of Eddie’s tongue swirling around the tip of him was second only to the sight of it, those stretched lips, the way he held Steve’s gaze through the curtain of his dark lashes as he sank down, taking more and more into his mouth, and it was all Steve could do not to throw his head back and revel in it.

He wasn’t going to last at this rate, it simply felt too good.

Steve tried to hold himself still, let Eddie take what he could, what he wanted, but when he hollowed his cheeks Steve hips bucked of their own accord, until he slammed into the back of Eddie’s throat. 

“Fuck,” Steve cursed, half crazed with pleasure, but fighting against his every instinct to not move again. “S-sorry, I—”

His stuttered apologies were cut off by a needy, strangled moan, the vibration doing nothing to cool the heat building like a wave in his body. Eddie's eyes rolled back, and his hands slid under Steve’s ass, squeezing, encouraging him to thrust again.

That was all Steve needed to let go, to begin fucking up into Eddie’s throat with abandon, spurred on by every little whine and whimper, and the way Eddie’s throat convulsed as he swallowed around him. 

“Close,” Steve forced out as he lost his rhythm, hips bucking erratically. It was the only warning he could muster, too lost in the haze to form more words than that.

He expected Eddie to pull off, maybe finish him by hand, not that he’d need much help, but instead he doubled down, meeting each thrust to help drive Steve’s cock deeper and deeper until the wave of pleasure inside him became tsunami, cracking over and through him until he came, shooting hot down Eddie’s throat with a choked off cry.

Steve came back to himself in bits and pieces, his softening cock still engulfed in warmth as Eddie held it in his mouth, gently sucking him clean.

It made him squirm, feeling both amazing and too much all at the same time, and as soon as the blood returned to the rest of his body Steve was hauling Eddie up to lay on top of him again, claiming Eddie’s ruined mouth with his own.

The kiss was salty and bitter and filthy and wonderful, and as much as Steve never wanted this moment to end, he could feel Eddie, so hard where his cock was trapped between them, grinding against his naked hip.

Steve pushed up against him, offering more friction as he continued his assault on Eddie’s lips and tongue. 

“God, Steve,” Eddie cried out, pulling back to catch his breath. “I think I could come just like this.”

“Yeah?”

Steve wound his hand into Eddie’s hair, lightly griping it at the base of his head, angling it up to give him better access to his neck. Eddie arched his back at the touch, a high-pitched keening noise slipping from his mouth as he ground his hips faster, chasing his own pleasure. Steve tightened his hold on Eddie’s hair, tugging harder, at the same time dragging his teeth along Eddie’s throat.

Eddie spilled between them suddenly in a hot rush, his nails digging into Steve’s shoulders as he rode out his orgasm.

Their lips met again in a few slow lazy kisses as Eddie came down, until finally they relaxed into each other, Eddie’s head resting on Steve’s chest.

All too soon the afterglow was fading, and Steve could feel his anxiety creeping in, the worry that Eddie would regret what they had just done. 

Or worse, that it hadn’t meant anything to him, when it had meant the world to Steve.

That nothing had actually changed.

Before he could turn his fears into coherent thought, let alone give voice to those thoughts, the sound of someone laying hard on the doorbell downstairs rang through the house.

“Shit, I forgot,” Eddie said, jumping up from the bed like a shot, leaving Steve cold and alone, his arms suddenly empty. “Wayne said he was off tonight and he wanted to stop by.”

Steve glanced at the clock, anything to stop himself from watching Eddie clean himself off with a wad of tissues and scramble around frantically for his pants, looking spooked.

6:00pm.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Eddie cursed again, sounding truly panicked as he tried to turn his t-shirt right-side-out with shaking hands, and it was enough to have Steve swallowing his own feelings, knowing there'd be plenty of time to wade through that mess later.

He rose from the bed, ignoring his own nakedness and gently took the shirt from Eddie’s hand, flipping it around and slipping it over his head for him. 

“Hey,” Steve said softly, reaching up to run his fingers through Eddie’s curls. His hair still looked wild, but less like they’d been rolling around in bed, and more the way it usually fell. “Why don’t you go let him in, see if he wants to stay for dinner, and I'll be right down. Okay?”

For a beat Eddie just stared at him, but then the frazzled look in his eyes eased a bit and the ghost of a smile appeared across his lips. “Yeah, okay. I’d… um, I think he’d like that.” 

After another long pause with those big doe eyes trained on Steve’s face, which had his heart threatening to climb up into his throat, Eddie went for the door, looking back over his shoulder one more time before disappearing out into the hall.

The instant he was alone Steve dropped back down onto the bed, Eddie’s cum still wet on his hip and dripping down his thigh. He took a moment to collect himself, wiping the evidence of what they’d done together off with a handful of kleenex the same way Eddie had. 

He was glad Wayne was there, he knew the man had to have been missing his nephew, and vise versa, but the timing was… not ideal, to put it mildly.

Burying his face in his pillow and trying to ignore the dread pooling in his stomach, Steve thought over what they had in the fridge. It took him all of three seconds to decide to take it easy on himself and order a pizza.

Now he just had to get dressed, put on a good face for Wayne, and make it through an entire evening before he’d get to find out what happened now, and how Eddie felt. 

“It's good to see you, son,” Wayne said, wrapping Steve up in a tight hug. 

The moment Steve had walked in the living room, finding both Munsons on the couch with Cokes in hand, Wayne had smiled, a rare sight, and gotten up to greet him as though he’d missed Steve as much as his own family.

Steve swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat as they separated. “Y-you too, Mr. Mu—”

Wayne clicked his tongue, looking at Steve pointedly.

“—Wayne.”

The older man nodded, pleased, and retook his seat. “Eddie was just fillin’ me in on what you boys been up to.”

“Um…” Steve felt himself go pale, shooting a confused and slightly panicked glance at Eddie.

“I think it’s great you spent some time with that little fella Dustin and the rest of your young friends. Even let ‘em sleep over, I hear. You’re a right saint, Steve.”

“Right, yes! The kids,” Steve rushed out. 

Eddie snorted a laugh, hiding it behind his hands. 

Steve shot him a look, before turning back to Wayne. “It was a great night. They really missed Eddie.”

“Not gonna tell him about my own bit of altruism?” Eddie asked, puffing up his chest.

Steve rolled his eyes, crossing the room to plop down on the open end of the couch next to Eddie. The little back and forth was doing wonders to settle his nerves. This should have been one of the more awkward moments of his entire life, and it was a little, but it also felt kinda nice, teasing like it was any normal day.

“Don’t pretend it’s some noble act to run your little nerd game for them. You know you love it.”

Eddie cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. “Guilty as charged.”

“Oh, Ed,” Wayne said, voice cracking a little. He turned away for a second, wiping it as eyes. “Sorry, just glad to see you enjoying yourself, and a’course, It’s good to hear you talking about Demons and Daggers again.”

It was Steve’s turn to snort. “It’s Dungeons and Dipshits, actually,” he couldn’t resist chiming in.

“I hate both of you,” Eddie grumbled.

Wayne chuckled, reaching over to ruffle his nephew’s hair. “Sure ya do.

The pizza came in record time, and the three of them quickly dug in, eating straight out of the box, a roll of paper towels Eddie had swiped from the kitchen doubling as their dishware and their napkins.

Steve’s mom would have been appalled.

“You boys mind putin’ the game on? Should be a good one,” Wayne asked, tucking in to his second slice.

“Come on,” Eddie whined. “You know I hate basketball. Haven't I suffered enough?”

Steve tossed the remote to Wayne, who nodded his thanks.

“Lucky for you it’s baseball season,” Steve said, bumping his shoulder lightly against Eddie’s.

“Yeah,” Eddie scoffed, sinking back into the couch cushions with his arms crossed, pouting. “Lucky.” 

Unfortunately the game was not very exciting. Sometimes baseball was just like that, but though the Cubs and the Cardinals weren’t putting on much of a show, Steve loved every second of it anyway. It might just go down as one the top ten best evenings of his life. He wondered if this was what family dinners were supposed to be like, instead of the stuffy affairs he’d suffered through on the rare occasion his parents were actually around. He much preferred the playful bickering, punctuated by comfortable silences. He could get used to this, and wasn’t that a frightening thought when he still had no idea if he and Eddie’s unexpected romp in the sack meant that the other boy’s feelings had changed.

Though he was thoroughly enjoying the company, once the pizza was gone and the game was over, Steve decided to say good night early. He needed a shower and the Munson men needed a little time to themselves.

He’d just hit the top of the landing, half lost in his own thoughts when Wayne could be heard, whispering loudly from below. 

“Alright, kid, I know it’s none of my business, but at least tell me you boys are bein’ safe.”

The question stopped Steve in his tracks, and had him straining his ears to hear more.

There was a soft sputtering noise that clearly came from Eddie, before he stuttered out, “W-what? I don’t know what you–”

Wayne’s gruff voice quickly cut him off. “D’you think I'm blind? Like I can’t see you two making goo–goo eyes at each other right in front of me? You know I don’t got a problem with it. I love you just the way you are, and it looks like I aint the only one.”

There was a long beat of silence before Eddie spoke again. “What are you saying?”

“Christ, I know you struggled in school but I always thought it was ‘cause you didn’t care, not because you were actually dumb as dog shit.” Wayne let out a deep, long-suffering sigh. “That boy is in love with you. No surprise after what he’s done for ya, an’ the way he talked about ya, and listening to me yammerin’ on all the time.”

Steve held his breath, gripping the railing tight enough to make it creak as he braced himself for Eddie’s reply.

“No,” Eddie scoffed. “He can’t… t-that’s not—it’s not like that, okay? We’re just… friends.”

“Does he know that?” Wayne snapped.

“Um—”

“Don't bullshit me, boy. I don’t know what’s goin’ on here… whether you’re lyin’ to him, me, yourself, or all three of us, but I didn’t raise you to be cruel. Don’t be leadin’ him on If you don’t feel somethin’ for him.”

It was enough. 

It was too much, actually. Steve could practically feel the pity in Wayne’s voice and he couldn’t bear to hear any more, wishing he’d never eavesdropped in the first place. He fled as quickly and quietly as he could for the bathroom at the end of the hall, locking himself inside.

He wasn’t one to expect good things to happen, not anymore, but he’d let his guard down, let himself begin to hope and it all came crashing down as he stepped under the hot spray of the shower, scrubbing himself like he could erase it all with a loofah and a bar of soap.

When he was as clean as he’d ever been in his life, and fresh out of excuses to keep hiding in there, he wrapped himself in a towel and crept out of the bathroom. He tiptoed past the guest room and into his own with a relieved sigh, only to startle when he found Eddie sitting on his bed, the bed they’d been sharing, the bed where only hours before Steve’s entire world had shifted, his feelings for Eddie crystalizing, for better or for worse, into something lasting.

Something with the power to break him.

Eddie glanced up, his gaze fixed on Steve’s chest before sliding slowly down to where bare skin disappeared under his fluffy white towel. 

“Hey,” Steve said, breaking whatever spell Eddie had fallen under.

“Hey,” Eddie parroted back, quickly looking away, cheeks pink. “Can we talk?” 

Steve knew what was coming, and he trusted Eddie to let him down easy, like he had before. But unlike before, Steve now knew what Eddie’s tongue tasted like, his sweat,  skin. He knew the shape of Eddie’s face when he was filled with want, and the desperate way he whined when a cock hit the back of his throat. 

And he knew heartbreak was inevitable, but he couldn’t bring himself to face it quite yet. “I’m kinda tired. Can it wait till morning?” 

Eddie studied him for a long time, chewing on his lip, before finally nodding.

Steve went for the dresser, turning his back to Eddie as he moved on autopilot towards the next step in his usual bedtime routine, but as his hand rested on the top drawer’s handle he thought, if this was his last night with Eddie before it all blew up in his face, he might as well take a chance.

With a gentle tug he loosened the towel around his waist letting it drop, the air of the room cooling the now bare skin of his ass and thighs, overwarm from the too long shower. The cloth had barely hit the floor when there was a soft gasp from behind him. 

Gathering all the confidence he could, Steve turned back around. Eddie’s eyes were fixed on him once again, darker now, hungry as they raked up and down Steve’s damp body.

In a mirror of their earlier encounter, Steve crossed the room, straddling Eddie’s lap where he sat and bringing their lips together in a deep, all consuming kiss. 

Eddie melted against him at first, his arms winding around Steve’s back, holding him tight until he pulled back, panting for breath. ”I thought you were tired?” he said.

In reply Steve only leaned back in, recapturing Eddie’s mouth.

Again Eddie kissed back, like it was instinct, only to break it seconds later, resting their foreheads together. “S-Steve, I really think we should…” 

“Please, Eddie,” Steve begged, cutting him off, voice breathy as he ran his hands up under Eddie’s t-shirt. “Not yet.” 

Eddie groaned, low and long, and Steve thought he would argue again, but as if he’d used up all of his restraint, Eddie snapped, crushing their lips back together. 

Steve smiled into the kiss, breaking it himself only long enough to rip Eddie’s shirt off before licking back into his mouth. His hands roamed all over Eddie’s back, sides, arms, whatever he could reach, trying to commit the feel of him to memory while he had the chance. When he was satisfied that he’d never forget the skin under his hands, Steve pulled away, sliding to his knees at Eddie’s feet without a word.

Eddie froze, mouth hanging open until Steve reached for the waistband of his sweats and began to work them down his body. He returned to life enough to lift his hips off the bed so Steve could pull the pants the rest of the way off. 

Starting at his ankles, Steve caressed his hands slowly up Eddie’s pale legs, lightly kneading his calves, and brushing over the soft fine hairs of his thighs before gently pushing them apart. Eddie’s cock stood out, thick and already so hard for him, glistening where he leaked at the tip.

With one last look into Eddie’s eyes to make sure he wanted this, and by the wrecked expression on his face he definitely did, Steve leaned in, pressing a kiss to the head of Eddie’s cock before licking into the slit.

An unexpected moan crossed Steve’s lips as he caught a bead of precum on his tongue. Heat pooled in his belly, and he had to resist reaching down to touch himself as he opened wide to take Eddie fully into his mouth.

Steve bobbed his head slowly, getting a feel for the way the weight felt on his tongue, the way it filled his mouth, taking special care to make sure he kept his teeth safely out of the way. 

It was so different to going down on girls, something Steve had always enjoyed, but not bad different. Not bad at all. He loved the velvety feel of Eddie’s shaft, how it glided past his lips so easily when it was slick with spit, and the way he quickly got lost in it all. No thoughts, just overwhelming sensation and focus on making his partner feel good.

Eddie was going wild above him, shaking and letting out a non-stop string of wordless curses and moans. It made Steve preen, feeling bold enough to try and take his cock deeper, faster, until he got too cocky, accidentally choking himself just a little.

He recovered quickly but suddenly Eddie’s hand was in his hair, tugging him off.

“Why did you make me stop?” Steve asked, leaning against Eddie’s thigh, panting as he caught his breath.

“I… I want—” Eddie hesitated, his own chest heaving like he’d been running a marathon.

“Whatever it is, Eddie. It’s yours,” Steve promised, meaning it so goddamn much that it hurt.

“I want you to fuck me.” 

Steve very nearly blacked out for a second, already imagining Eddie sprawled on his back, his hair splayed out around him, how good it would feel to push inside.

“Please?” Eddie spoke again, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth.

As if he needed to beg for something like that.

Steve groaned, pushing himself to unsteady feet, all the blood in his body decidedly not going to his head. “I'm the one who should be saying please,” he said, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s cheek. 

“You have lube, condoms?” Eddie asked, laying himself back on the bed. 

Steve was already a step ahead of him, climbing over his bed to the far side so he could reach into his nightstand. Sure he’d never had sex with another guy before but apart from needing a bit more prep, or so he assumed, the mechanics of it were simple and familiar enough.

Watching quietly, Eddie’s eager eyes followed his every move as Steve brought the small bottle and foil packet over, slicking up his fingers. Eddie pulled his knees up, spreading his legs to reveal his tight hole and Steve wasted no time reaching out to press the first digit in.

Eddie writhed as Steve worked the finger deeper and deeper with each pass. He listened carefully to Eddie’s body, letting it be his guide for when he could move more or add another finger, until he was three deep, stretching Eddie as quickly and carefully as he dared.

“I’m ready,” Eddie gasped, working his hips, fucking himself down on Steve’s hand as he let out breathy moans. “I need—I need more.”

“Fuck.” Steve could have watched him like this for hours and never be bored but Eddie wanted him, needed him, and his own arousal was starting to become too insistent to ignore. Gently, he pulled his fingers out, running a soothing hand down Eddie’s thigh when he whined at the loss. 

“I’ve got you, I promise,” he said, finally tearing into the foil packet and rolling the condom on himself.

Eddie’s legs were already shaking as Steve lined himself up, and he hooked an arm under his knee helping to hold it up as he began to push inside Eddie’s tight heat.

The feel of it was so overwhelming it took all of Steve’s will not to thrust hard and fast. He didn’t want this to be over before it’d be begun, and he didn’t want to hurt Eddie but the way he was clenching down on him and the needy sounds that spilled from his lips with every inch he took made it so hard for Steve to hold back. 

“Fuuuck,” Eddie cried out, unrestrained when Steve finally bottomed out. And when he felt like he could do it without coming instantly Steve finally started to move.

“So good, Steve” Eddie rasped out between cries of pleasure. “Making me feel so good, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart.

The pet-name set Steve’s blood on fire and he hiked Eddie's leg up higher, bending him a little in half so he could lean down and capture Eddie’s lips in a brief, messy, open-mouthed kiss, never slowing his thrusts.

In no time, Eddie’s moans became more and more constant, near frantic sounding with each snap of Steve’s hips.

“What do you need?” Steve asked, voice husky as he crept closer to his own peak.

“Touch me,” Eddie called out, breathlessly. “Please—please touch me.”

Steve did just that, spitting into his palm before taking Eddie in hand, stroking him in time with his thrust as he felt his own orgasm building. 

They came together. Eddie spilling over Steve’s fist, while Steve pulsed deep inside Eddie’s body, whispering Eddie’s name like a prayer as he did.

They laid tangled together for a long time after, Eddie’s cum spreading between them into a sticky mess that neither seemed to mind, but eventually Steve forced himself to get up. He took a quick trip to the bathroom, disposing of the condom in the trash and wetting a rag in the sink.

When they were both cleaned off, Steve collapsed to the bed, exhaustion—mental, physical, and everything in between already beginning to pull him under. He barely managed to roll over on his side, reaching back to pull Eddie’s arm around his waist, before falling into a deep sleep.

Steve woke to an empty bed.

He shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was, but even knowing that didn’t stop his stomach from dropping or his heart from racing.

Eddie’s side of the bed was cold. Though it was obvious he’d been gone a while Steve still leapt up in a panic, shoving his legs into the first pair of shorts he could get his hands on and racing into the other room—Eddie’s room.

Empty.

Empty of everything that had made it Eddie’s. No more notebooks and cassette tapes strewn all over the dresser, no clothes littering the floor. He’d even made up the bed. If the sight wasn't so heart-shatteringly painful, Steve might have been impressed that Eddie had managed it all without waking him. The only sign that he’d even been there at all was the lingering smell of cigarettes and old spice. 

Predictably, Eddie’s van was gone.

Steve sat down on his front step and dropped his head into his hands.

After everything he’d overheard last night, he should have known this would happen, but as dumb as it sounded he’d still had hope that maybe things would be different this morning.

Why—because the sex had been good? Because it had felt less like fucking and more like making love?

God, he was pathetic. 

It didn’t matter that every kiss had felt like a promise and each moan had sounded like ‘I want you, I need you,’ when really all Eddie had been trying to say was goodbye.

Distantly he heard the sound of bike tires crunching over grass, the chain rattling as it fell, then a pair of red converse sneakers came into view.

“Oh, Steve,” Robin said, crouching down in front of him, resting her head against his for a moment.

“How did you know?” He asked without looking up.

“Wayne called me.”

Steve groaned, rubbing at his face before finally raising it. He’d given Wayne her number a while back just in case. This wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind at the time but he supposed he should be grateful.

“He said he didn’t know what happened,” she added. “Except that Eddie had come home in the middle of the night and I should check on you… Do you wanna talk about it?”

Steve blew out a long breath. “Not really, but let’s go inside and I'll tell you anyway.”

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jealousy, jealousy / aaron hotchner

here’s my masterlist! pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!reader / shy!reader word count: 2.4k genre & cw: fluff, a little jealousy and pining angst if u squint, mentions of made-up case, different use of cm character a/n: thank u so much for all the support i've been getting on my fics!! hope you love this one as much as i do, i really enjoyed writing this one the most!

Today was a bad day. That much was clear. From the moment you woke up to the minute you arrived at the BAU– you’re convinced that the universe has simply gone the extra mile to make your life a little harder. 

You slept through your alarm and a few phone calls from Garcia, making your morning stressful and complete chaos. You didn’t have time to grab a cup of coffee or a snack, and apparently you also didn’t have time to remove the colorful pimple patches that adorned your face. 

Your blouse is buttoned asymmetrically, your hair resembling a bird's nest, and you left your ID at home, making your arrival more delayed as you had to employ Garcia’s help in presenting a copy of your ID to let you through. 

That too was not without stress given that your phone was on the verge of dying as you were in the call, but thankfully you could finally breathe in the elevator. Or so you thought. 

There were two things that immediately caught you off guard as you walked into the bullpen: one, almost all the desks were deserted and two, Reid and Morgan were watching you- as if waiting for your reaction, which led you to look around in anticipation. Is there a surprise? A prank? Did I miss a patch? I’m…wearing pants, right? 

Not wanting to prolong your search, you look at the two for any indication or clue. Tilting your head to the side as if to ask what? But to your surprise, they both nod their heads in one direction. Oh.

Strauss was in Hotch’s office, along with Rossi and a woman you don’t recognize. Hotch looked a bit tense, Strauss firm, Rossi is as relaxed as ever, and the woman… is looking directly at Hotch. Just Hotch. Huh. 

You were stood just shy of your desk when you shook thoughts out of your head, slowly approaching your desk to settle your things. Dozens of scenarios were running through your head, trying to make sense of new additions to an otherwise normal day. 

But the way she was studying him made your chest tight like someone was stepping on it.. and you couldn’t figure out why. 

You approach the two rascals only to lean on Derek’s desk as you whisper under your breath, “What’s happening there?” 

Morgan shrugs but his focused face remains, “I don’t know, kid. I tried Garcia but she doesn’t have a clue either.” Eyes studying the people in the room, noting anything that could tell them something. 

Mulling over more possibilities, you hum in response. Turning to Reid, you ask him- hoping that his eidetic memory can tell you anything about the woman even if they’d only met in passing. 

“Do you know anything, Spence?” But Reid only pouts at you, a sign that he’s thought about it hard but is coming up empty. 

Shaking his head, he soberly replies, “No..I don’t think so. I– I’ve never seen her before. Sorry.” 

Before any more thoughts could be voiced between the three of you, the door to Hotch’s office opens and all four of them file out- the woman walking a little too close to Hotch. 

-

You’re approaching your usual seat on the jet beside Morgan and across from Hotch when suddenly Agent Seaver overtakes you and sits on your seat. Caught by surprise, your eyes instinctively go to Hotch who’s already looking at you. 

He nods to himself, moving from the aisle seat to the one by the window. But it appears Agent Seaver misunderstood his gesture and moved beside him, “Oh! Thank you, sir.” Even going as far as touching his arm and leaning closely. 

Now, you’ve never been a violent person. Rage has just never overcome your senses like that but today.. of all days– you couldn’t help the image of spilling your hot chocolate all over her cream blouse. 

You don’t even notice that you’re frowning as you sit beside Morgan, somehow still unaware of how much their closeness really upsets you. You honestly thought you’ve maintained an expressionless face until Morgan looks up from his file and leans close to whisper in your ear, “You’ll need claws not paws, baby girl.” Winking at you as you separate. 

You steal a glance at Hotch only to see him watching you and Morgan with furrowed brows. He almost looks normal if it weren’t for the clenching of his jaw that’s his tell of irritation. Moving your gaze to Seaver, in case you missed something that’s causing his new mood, you find her reading the case file. 

As you return your gaze on Hotch, you watch as Seaver touches his arm again and engages him in conversation about the case. It’s through the whole jet ride that you had to stomach the constant Agent Hotchner, Agent Hotchner! paired with a giggle or a slight touch. UGH!

If it weren’t for Strauss personally recommending Agent Seaver as a consultant for this case, you would have done– …still absolutely nothing. You had no claim whatsoever over Hotch. Morgan and Rossi may tease the two of you occasionally, forcing that he treats you specially or whatever but his behavior could simply be chalked off as him being a good and attentive boss. 

And yes, okay fine. You may have some moments here and there… but! they could honestly just be built up in your head because of the feelings you have for him. Like when he said he likes it when you stare? Come on, being stared at can be flattering and that’s just a universal truth. 

- 

After a whole day of coming up with theories, visiting crime scenes and M.E.’s, you’re all completely spent. Lounging in the makeshift discussion room, all of you are still working tirelessly on the case given that the unsub’s on a spree and his timeline is alarmingly short. 

Reid’s been silently staring at the board for 20 minutes while Morgan’s pretending to read files of potential suspects with his legs stretched out and feet on the table, “This is impossible. We just don’t have enough.” He exclaims as he tosses the file on the table with a thud. 

To the left of Morgan, you’re also silently mulling over files of potential suspects. Not wanting to admit that he’s right, you guys don’t have enough…bodies. You barely have anything on the guy, barely any clues- for a working profile. 

You sigh heavily, peeling your eyes off the paper and looking at the board. “Reid?” The boy genius shakes his head softly, confirming that the known dump sites don’t say much about the unsub’s comfort zones or hunting ground. 

You suddenly wonder where Seaver, Hotch and Rossi are. You and Morgan got back to the precinct at around 11PM, and you realize you haven’t seen any of them, “Where are the others?” 

Morgan, in an effort to lighten the mood, jumps at the chance to tease you, “Hmm. I think what you’re really asking is: Where’s Hotch and is he with Seaver?” He punches your arm lightly, making it obvious he’s only teasing. 

The smug, playful smile on his face makes you fight one of your own, desperately trying to not give yourself away, “Shut up,” hitting him in the head softly with the file in your hand. 

While you two were exchanging playful glares, Reid interjects, “Seaver wanted to turn in early since she’s also the one meeting with the families tomorrow so Hotch brought her to the hotel.” 

You instantly lift your gaze to him and watch as he removes the marker’s cap and scribbles rapidly on the board, quickly adding “And I’m pretty sure Rossi’s getting us coffee from the diner around the block.” 

You want to blame it on your exhaustion– your inability and ineffectiveness at hiding how you truly feel about what Reid just revealed to you, groaning loudly in pain and frustration. You put your head in your hands, muffling the sounds you’re making that are somehow a combination of a laugh and a sob. 

Morgan understands your reaction immediately and laughs out loud. 

“It’s not funny!” There was honestly no point in hiding it. As much as Morgan teased you, you knew he wouldn’t tell anyway, and Reid.. well, he was honestly an even better keeper of secrets than Morgan, Rossi and Garcia. 

He puts a hand on your shoulder to comfort you, “Baby girl, worry not. You know you hold a special place in boss man’s heart.” Then gripping both your wrists to pry your hands off your face. 

Pressing your face even further into your hands, you let out a muffled version of “That’s not true!” that came out more as “Daffs noft thwu!” 

When Morgan successfully pries your hands off your face, you’re surprised to see Reid’s moved from the board to behind Morgan, half leaning half sitting on the table, curiously watching you. 

Morgan turns around to look at the door behind you, making sure the coast is clear before he says, “Kid. Be real with me for a sec… are you blind?” That was not the question you were expecting. 

You must have looked so lost because he continues, “Hotch cares for you. Deeply. And not in the same way he does for us. You’ve gotta have felt that, kid.” Funny, you are starting to feel like a kid– the only thing missing are his hands on your shoulders to complete that huddle pep talk experience. 

“That’s just not–” you try to start. But Reid swiftly raises his hand, signing you to stop–

“Did you know that every morning Hotch makes sure all the pens and mug handles on your desk are pointing to the right– the way you need it to be– in case the night janitors move any out of place?”

“Or that he never really ate lunch in the office before but started bringing sandwiches and other food he could microwave, while timing his lunches with yours presumably so he could strike up a conversation with you during break?” 

“Or do you remember that one time the AC in the bullpen broke and we were all sweating badly, and I said the heat was making me too thirsty then he disappeared into his office and came back with a bottle of water and an orange juice box only to give it to you?” 

Morgan lets out a loud laugh at that one while Reid pouts playfully, “I mean I was genuinely dying then.” 

Not without his own input, Morgan smiles softly at you with a raised brow “Did you know he personally restocks your favorite hot chocolate in the pantry and on the jet? Including the marshmallows.” 

You breathe in deeply, the revelations sounding too good to be true but winding nonetheless. You crack a small joke, trying to play it off “And I thought the bureau was just feeling really generous.” 

The two, who have grown to be such brothers, give you the exact same look of Really? 

As Reid rounds the table to go back and stand by the board, Morgan catches your attention and holds your eye, “Look, there’s so much more, kid. But they all point to the same thing.” He says this as softly as possible, as if to not scare you away. 

You let out a soft, breathy laugh. Shaking your head, “That just can’t be true.” 

With all three of your backs to the door, you don’t notice Rossi nearing. You just suddenly hear his voice from behind, rounding the table and settling the coffee cups in front of all of you, “Coffee, anyone?” 

As if trapped in the null of the previous conversation, you’re still looking at Morgan as you lean back in your chair, slumping further to seek non-existent cover. Reid, who is now back in his own world with the board, is handed a cup by Rossi, who didn’t even turn to look- only stretching out an arm to receive it and mumbling a distracted “Thanks.”  

Rossi, who is simply too smart for his own good, impressively senses something hanging in the air, nonchalantly asking about the tailend of a conversation he was not supposed to hear, “So… what can’t be true?” 

Back to lounging excessively on a chair that is a tad too tiny for him, with legs outstretched and feet on the corner on the table– Morgan spouts, “That she’s Hotch’s girl, and has no reason to be jealous of Seaver– who by the way needs the HR orientation more than Penelope and I.” 

-

Now– all of your backs are to the door except Rossi’s. Not one of you tried to move due to fatigue, let alone look.

Unbeknownst to you, Morgan, and Reid, on the way back to the precinct from the hotel, Hotch had the genius thought of picking up Rossi so the latter wouldn’t have to walk a block with trays of coffee on hand.

Hotch and Rossi arrived together. And as Rossi went around the table to give you your cups of coffee, Hotch stayed behind– leaning on the doorframe with arms crossed, watching you and the team.

Imagine his surprise, hearing what Morgan just said. His heart skipped a beat, his stomach dropped. His entire being froze entirely.. What? Jealous? 

In his mind, he had two choices: Act like he didn’t hear it and save you from embarrassment or use it to his advantage and make his intentions clear..ish. 

-

You gasp loudly at his bluntness– and in front of Rossi! Straightening in your chair and pointing an accusatory finger at Morgan, “You little– I am NOT jealous! and I am NOT Hotch’s–” 

Cut off by someone loudly clearing their throat from behind all of you, you all freeze, including Reid who hasn’t been actively paying attention until now. 

The hair on your neck stands up as you hear the nearing footsteps, already envisioning digging your own grave in your head when finally, Hotch is standing right beside you. 

You’re all still pretty frozen, save from the slow movement which is your eyes slowly lifting its gaze to the man in question until they meet his hazel orbs. He holds your stare as he leans on the desk, arms straining in his shirt– 

Out of the corner of your eye you can see Rossi fighting a smile, and just as you’re about to mentally curse him in your head, you’re broken out of your thoughts by a deep voice, 

“You don’t think you’re my girl?” 

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Late Night “Talks”

Sevika x Reader

Smut with a bit’a fluff.

Warnings: Sex: degradation, ass slapping/griping, strap-on, crying, fingering, streching out your hoo-haa, and biting. (r! receiving)

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night to find Sevika grousing in her thoughts. Where would the night lead you? Cozied up with your girlfriend or being roughed up by her? (You already know where this shit’s going idek why i put a summary…)

A/N: I couldn’t find any fuckass photos for this fic. Pinterest ain’t freaky enough!!

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With a dry swallow, you stirr in your sleep. Groggily waking up and looking around. Sevika wasn’t in bed, and it was midnight. Maybe a work emergency? Probably out late gambling again. Would she really ditch you for a card game? You still couldn’t help but wonder if she was alright. Great risk came with being Silco’s second, both you and your girlfriend knew that. She was probably cleaning up after Jinx? You thought. Maybe even doing whatever her scrawny boss told her to do; her boss who you, very much, hated.

Shifting to a sitting position, you reached for the cup on your nightstand. Empty. Groaning with frustration, you pushing off the bed, and go to grab a cool cup of water. Making your way towards the kitchen, you hear rustling in the living room. Curious yet scared, you take careful steps and peak towards the room. Thinking it was you about to get robbed, you were expecting a man. Maybe even multiple.

Then again, if you had gotten robbed, one scratch on you and Sevika would go crazy. You’re talkin’ search the entirety of Zaun and find the asshole(s) who even thought of touching you.

But, to your surprise, it was your girlfriend. Sitting on the couch, hands inbetween her spread legs, and body tense. “Sevi?” You called out, slowly approaching her. She was leaned heavily onto the couch, looking surprised to see you. “Fuck..” Mumbling under her breath, she turned her head to you. “Did I.. uh, wake you?” Her voice a grumble as she patted the empty space beside her. You accepted her invite and plopped down next to her. Thighs touching, she huffed softly before her prosthesis arm came around your hips. “No, no.. I woke up to get some water.” You answered.

Judging from her eyebags and the smell of alcohol, she was drained. It was twelve fourty-eight at night and Sevika hadn’t had a wink of sleep. “You look exhausted, let’s go to sleep?” Bringing a hand to her hair, your slim fingers ran through her dark locks in order to untangle any knots, even brush away her tension. She grunted into the touch, clearly trying her best not seem weak.

Sevika had grown to think affection was weakness, it was to her pathetic in a way. So, your job, as her girlfriend, was to show her it was okay to open up, to express even the tiniest bit of vulnerability.

“Was it work? Again?” You tilted your head to try to get a better look at her face. Lidded red eyes and furrowed brows, she was definitely not okay. “Nah, just..” A weary sigh left her lips, “you should go back to sleep.” Of course she’d kept a wall between you and her job. No matter what, she’d made it clear she wanted you no where near what she did for a living. To stay out of her profession life. “At least.. give me an answer?” Hands now in your lap, you fidget with the hem of your red pajama shorts. Feeling grey eyes on you, you know you’re about to get a no. About to be shot down with a change of subject.

“Jinx.” She said, leaning forward with her arms on her spread legs. “That’s all you’re gettin’..” At her response, you silently thanked her for being, at least, a bit truthful, it was better than nothing. Letting her answer hang for a second, you smile widely and try to brighten up the mood. “I knew it!” Shoving her arm with yours, she chuckled lowly before placing her heavy hand on your thigh. “Hm, ‘course you did, you little brat.” Her voice was full of fondness, a hint of exhaustion still lingered as her thumb traced the inside of your thigh.

“Y’know I don’t want you gettin’ involved with my shit, right?” She’d said that a million times, but this time it was.. a little more heartfelt. She was protecting you, and you knew that. “Yeah, I do. But I expect you to give me some sort of explanation, instead of shuting me out. Yeah?”

The first few months of dating were rough. Sure, intimacy was sky rocketing but not so much the trust part. Emotions were usually bottled up by Sevika, and fucking you was her way of getting them out. Horrible coping mechanism, you’d tell her. Your girlfriend was more protective than a guard dog, hovering over you and staring you down whenever the two of you would head out. As nice as it felt to feel owned, it was irritating having her get riled up over small-talk with a friendly stranger. But, thank to your understanding, you and Sevika had grown out of the bad habits.

“Yeah, yeah..” She muttered out, resting her back against the couch with a huff. “I try to.” With that, the room held a comfortable silence. For a few seconds, Sevika’s words hung for a moment too long before she gave your thigh a squeeze, coaxing out a response. “Better than nothing.” Is what she got, which she smiled and shook her head at. “Anyways..” Voice less still, “What’d this pretty little thing do today?” Thumbs grazing over your soft, delicate skin.

Masterbate? Why?

“Books and this lame ass TV.” You lied, smiling and trying to hide the truth. But, this had happened countless times and Sevika was used to it by now. Used to your.. horniess. Patting your thigh and inching closer to your core, she spread your legs. “And, you expect me to believe that?” Voice amused and sultry, she moved to wrap her prosthetic around your hip and pullled you onto her lap. Your chest against hers, she grabbed the back of your neck and drew you into a much needed kiss.

Tongue entering your mouth, running along your lips, and then dancing around your own tongue, Sevika was completely aware of what she was doing. As much as you tried to keep your noises to herself, the feel of her biting your bottom lip and gripping onto your ass was what made you unable to restrain yourself. Whining for more you arch into her and cup her heated face. It was hard to ignore the pulse of your pussy. It was yelling for contact.

Sevika whispered a soft, “I feel it.” With a chuckle inbetween the kiss. Obviously, it made you embarrassed. You didn’t expect your cunt to be so fuckin’ needy, especially after a small peck on the lips. Pulling away, your girlfriend slid her giant, flesh hand up your shorts and rested her fingertip against your clit. A squeak escaped your lips and you had already begun to feel yourself getting wet. “Shit’s got a pulse, Baby..” She teased out, a cocky smirk on her face as her prosthetic arm gripped onto your hip to keep you still. “I know..” You huff out, resting your sweaty palms on your girlfriend’s shoulders.

“Let’s fix that, give you the satisfaction you’re clearly needing.” With that, she moved your underwear to the side and immediately slid her finger in. Being wet, you were already lubed up and ready. She took advantage of that and added another one of her big fingers. It filled you up, like.. completely. One more and you’d be streched out like some whore. Even though Sevika would fuck you like one.

Moaning at the movement, you shift your hips to find a comfortable position. Legs spread more evenly, back arched, and head coming to land onto Sevika’s shoulder. “There y’go..” Words murmured into your ear, she began moving. Curling against your g-spot, she slid her fingers in an out.

God, you wish she’d use her strap.

“Be a good bitch and stay still.” You obediently kept your hips still even though they were begging to be shuddered, to be able to tremble. Each in and out had you moaning and filling the living room with your lewd noises. Sevika’s eyes stayed on your figure before her prosthetic arm shifted to grip your tits, twisting your bud with enough pressure to make you whimper. “Sevi, baby..” Voice shaky and barely audible, you couldn’t contain the lewd noise that interrupted your sentence. “Faster?.. please?” — Pleading, you were fucking pleading. Sevika gave you a scoff, smacking your ass with her prosthetic arm before sinking her teeth into the skin of your shoulder. “You dirty little thing.” Was all she said before fastening her pace, even placing a thumb on your clit to give you more than one sensation to deal with. Circular motions on your bud as her two fingers worked inside of you to release the pressure bubbling up.

Each rub, touch, was enough to send you over the edge. But you wanted it to last longer, considering you’d been waiting to be fucked the whole day. Even masterbating didn’t work, your fingers were too slow for your liking. No dirty words were being whispered into your ear, which made the experience boring. Not to mention the absence of your girlfriend’s groans and huffs.

“Y’like that, don’t you?” She groaned inbetween biting and marking your shoulder and neck. “You’re getting fucked harder than this, Princess.” And with that, Sevika gave you the final rub to get you shuddering and whimpering out with pleasure. Arms tightly wrapped around your girlfriend, you cried out. You were at your peak, letting go of the tension in your body and completely melting against your girlfriend. Fingers sliding out, she made sure to clean them off with her mouth. Tongue licking off your cum, Sevika gave your ass a squeeze before pulling you to wrap your legs around her waist. Carrying your weary body towards the bedroom, she made sure to grab her thick strap-on.

Tossing you onto the bed, she stripped you naked with agressive, yet careful tugs. “Let’s see if you last long with a cock up your cunt.” She’d grunt out, taking her time to undress and stare over your perfect figure. Every curve, dip, and turn left her breath to hitch. She, herself, began to undress. Pulling her clothes off her toned and muscular body. The sight had your pussy thirsting for her. Tightening on her strap, she pulled you by the calves and held them up to her shoulders. You were positioned on the edge of the bed, legs spread as you laid on your back with Sevika’s strap dug halfway into your entrance. Enjoying the sight of you, she gave out a smug little grin.

“You’re gorgeous, baby..” Adoration and lust in her husky voice, she tilted her head to bite into your trembling legs. “Wanna see you writhing for me.” With that confession, she thwacked her cock into your pussy and it felt like your body had went numb for a second.

Sevika’s strap was thick, much thicker than her two fingers; which you could barely handle. So, for her to shove something so large in your cunt was new and a little painful.

Whimpering, you bring your shaky hands to your forehead and rest them there, letting your girlfriend thrust deep and hard until the sting of the strech was gone. Sure, it took some time, but afterwards you couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure— literally. You were crying. With each blow, your body was quivering. With your head spinning and heart pounding, you were a mess. “There you go, just like that..” Sevika smiled out, enjoying seeing those tears on your disheveled face. “Cry like the slut you are.” Leaning down to kiss your forehead, she held onto your hips as her thrusts became increasingly deeper, more steady, and stronger. “Fuck.. I.. I’m close!..” Head tilted to the side, you watched as Sevika placed a pillow under your hips.

Immediately, you felt the tip of her strap hitting your weak spot and you immediately gasped. The position was new and you knew for a fact that Sevika had done her research. “Shit.. Vika.. I… it’s too good..” You’d breath out, “S’fuckin’ good..”

You had found your new favourite position.

Hands gripping the sheets, you stare at the visibility of Sevika’s strap in you. You could see the way it went in and out, giving your flesh a bump. “Like seein’ it?” Your girlfriend huffed out, slapping your thighs before fucking you faster. “Yeah..” You nod, your moaned out answer a plead. “You’re fuckin’ filty for this cock, aren’t ya’?” She said, turning your pussy into a sex-toy with how rough she was drilling into it. The pressure was building up, heat pooling in your stomach as your body prepared for the release.

With the few final hammers, you let out a cry as your orgasm hit. Hands covering your face before sevika smacked ‘em away, your hips writhing and shaking at the intensity of your release. She enjoyed every second of your reaction. Furrowed brows, mouth open, eyes shut, cheeks a light red, and voice raspy from straining moans.

Holy fuck, that was probably the best sex you’d ever had.

Sliding out her cum-drenched strap, Sevika pulled your folds apart to see how much she’d streched you out. Your hole was ruined, completely owned by your girlfriend. Just as she liked it.

Body weary and sore, you gasped for air. Yeah, that was the definitely the last round. Head clouded and dizzy, you reach for your girlfriend as she pulled you against her chest with her prosthesis arm. The cool metal making your heated skin stand up with goosebumps. Grabbing a few extra-soft tissues, she wiped you clean. Shaking, you nuzzle into your girlfriend’s neck and breathed in that metallic, sweet smell of hers. You would always crave her smell when she was at work, even spraying some of her old cologne around the apartment to help with the loneliness. Eyes fluttering closed as you let your girlfriend clean you up, she rubbed your back with her flesh hand. Then, Sevika’s thick lips pressed loving and proud kisses on your shoulder and neck. Specifying going over the love-bites she’d left behind from earlier.

Your girlfriend was always good with aftercare, especially after ripping your pussy open, she knew you needed some time to cool down. Relax and regain your energy.

[lavandulawrites]

Yandere Genshin Men With An Escaped Darling

Characters: Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Capitano, Childe, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Dottore, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Lyney, Neuvillette, Pantalone, Pierro, Sethos, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli (all separate)

This took me so much longer than what I have planned. I had much fun writing this:) if you have any yandere scenario requests feel free to send me an ask<3 (I most likely won’t include every single character). (Let me know if anyone wanna be apart of my taglist).

Masterlist

Warnings: violence, murder, imprisonment, manipulation, drugging, female reader

Word count: 9664

Albedo

The icy wind whipped against your cheeks. Snow clouded your vision. The tree branches waved in the wind and grasped at your clothes. You hissed as a thorn ripped your fabric, causing you to bleed.

As you ran down the mountain you glanced over your shoulder at every given moment.

A clearing caught your eye. Finally you could breathe out. You leans against a large tree. You needed to cover your wound. You rummaged through your pockets and to your joy you found a small scarf. The thin woven scarf was gifted to you by Klee, Albedo’s younger sister. The little girl was so proud when she gave you the scarf and wanted you to wear it all the time. Sadness filled your being at the thought of ruining the pink scarf, but your arm was more important. You bound your wound tightly with the scarf. One of the things he had thought you.

“I told you to stay inside the cabin” his voice echoed.

You froze. You prayed to the archons that it was just your mind playing tricks on you.

“This mountain is dangerous. You have no way of defending yourself” his voice soft.

You turned your head. Your eyes met his ice blue ones. They were cold, just like the icy mountain.

“Let’s go home” he walked towards you with quick steps. His arms wrapped around you and he kissed your forehead. “You are better off home, with me. I will keep you safe” his arms tightened around your form.

Alhaitham

The scribe had given you freedom. Which allowed you to freely roam the Akademiya. While Alhaitham was preoccupied in his office, you explored the university. Within a couple of months you had made friends with a couple of the students. You never told them you situation with the grey haired scholar, but they all knew that you lived together.

You had spent a lot of time plotting your escape. After all escaping the scribe was no easy task. The House of Daena was empty and quiet. The small bag you had hoisted over your shoulder filled with only the necessities. Your hands was shaking as you pushed down the door handle to a back door. The sunlight blinded you as the door opened.

You hurried down the path from the Akademiya. Your flats clicking against the cobblestone. You had to get out from Sumeru City and seek refuge in a remote town. It was risk, sure, but it was your only hope.

After an hour or so you had made your way to a small village on the outskirts of the capital. It wasn’t the ideal place, but it was your only option for the night. You was so kindly offered the spare bed by a lovely elderly woman. She didn’t ask why you looked over your shoulder every minute and that you were thankful for.

You packed your things and thanked the older woman for her kindness and went on your way.

After hours on the road your legs felt like jelly. You stopped by a abandoned house and rested on the little bench by the overgrown vegetable garden.

You woke up by the sounds of footsteps coming your way. A shadow blocked the sun.

“I must say you have slightly developed, but unfortunately you are still as predictable as ever” Alhaitham shook his head. “The elderly woman you slept at told me everything as soon as I explained the situation” his lips widened into a grin. “She thanked my for looking after such a helpless woman such as yourself.”

Strong arms picked you up and held you tight against his strong chest. “Let’s go home”.

Ayato

Ayato was a sly man. With his white clothing he looked like an angel, but that was far from the truth. You had many times heard him command the Shuumatsuban to get rid of the clan’s enemies. You knew the katana that rested by his hip when he was out on public duties, had slaughtered many.

You were afraid. Not only by him in himself, but afraid of his power and actions. That’s why you climbed over the tall walls that shielded the Kamisato residence from the outside world. Your ankles buckled under you as you landed and you whimpered out in pain. After you had collected yourself, you made a run for it. The ninja’s that were stationed around the estate had without doubt already spotted you. You hoped that they went to report to Ayato instead of chasing you down.

The way down to the beach was rocky and dangerous. Like a wild goat you quickly made your way down thanks to the adrenaline that pumped through your veins. The old rowboat was in the same stop just as you had recalled from an evening stroll with Ayaka along the beach. To your luck the two paddles were still there. You pushed the boat with all your might to the shore. The saltwater cold against your bare feet.

The swish of an arrow stopped you in your tracks. You looked down and saw it sticking out from the side of the boat. The hole was not that big, but it would cause your boat to leak in enough water for it to sink before you had made it to safety.

“Seize her!” a Shuumatsuban with high standing ordered.

A man with his face covered dragged you away from your boat and bound your wrists behind your back.

When you looked up at the cliff you saw Ayato looking down at you. He made his way down slowly and dread filled your veins.

He stopped in front of you and lifted your chin with a finger. “Did you have fun?” he leaned his face closer, his breath fanning your face. “Do not forget that I have eyes and ears everywhere”.

“Now let’s get you home. I will make sure you won’t slip through my fingers again. Though I must say your little attempt humoured me”

Baizhu

Tricking the little zombie girl made you feel horrible, but it was your only ticket to freedom. The green haired doctor had feed you herbs that made you weak and depended on his care. You had seen the label on the little bottle containing the medicine. So when he was out researching some herbs, you went through all the medical books he had in his libraries in search of the antidote. After much time and countless books you finally figured out the antidote.

You talked to Qiqi alone when Baizhu was busy treating a patient. You explained that he needed some herbs and told her that she had to deliver them to you and not her guardian. After some convincing she agreed. You crossed your fingers that she would remember and not slip up.

To your joy Qiqi had indeed remembered. The herbs tasted awful, but it was a small price to pay. It didn’t take long before you felt the medicine Baizhu had given you wear of. When he came to check up on you, you pretended that you were still weak. You asked him to go get some more medicine and he did as you said. When the green haired man left, you quickly tried to pry the window open. It was slightly jammed, but with your new strength you managed. Finally you had escaped the snake’s nest.

Your feet moved fast as you ran down the many stairs. You had to turn Baizhu to the authorities for his crimes. Just as you had made it down the stairs you bumped into someone. You didn’t need to look up to understand who it was.

“You will catch a cold running around like that” his voice cold as ice. His fingers lifted up your chin. “Tricking Qiqi really was a low move. That poor child was absolutely devastated to come home to an empty house. As for me I must say I am deeply disappointed. I have made it very clear that you will not manage without me.”

His lips curled up into a soft smile. “Let’s go home my darling. I will make some tea.”

Capitano

The first Harbinger was worshipped throughout the whole snowy nation. His underlings held great respect for him. He could be cruel and bloodthirsty, but to you he had a soft spot for.

Boots hammered against the ice ground. You knew you wouldn’t be able to run away from them, but you would not give up so easily.

As you made your way through the thick pine forest you started to regret your decision, but it was too late. As you came to the end of the forest you were surrounded by soldiers. Their spears raised towards you, stopping you in your tracks.

The sound of hooves reached your ears. The soldiers parted and bowed deep. On a tall black horse sat Capitano. Even with his face hidden by his black helmet, you could feel his intense gaze.

The stallion came to a halt and his rider dismounted. The snow crunched underneath his heels as he made his way towards you. His height towering over your trembling form. “You are all dismissed” he barked out. The soldiers bowed before they marched down the hill.

He stayed quiet for what felt like an eternity. The ice cold wind howling against the tree tops. The dark haired man finally spoke “You broke my trust. Criminals deserve to be punished.”

With a swift motion he threw you over his shoulder and held you in place with his arm. He mounted his horse and squeezed his heels against the animal’s flank.

The Harbinger’s hold on you was tight and as suffocating as his presence. As you watched the landscape blur together you realised that you would never escape him.

Childe

The sound of children’s laughter could be heard in the distance. The small fishing village Ajax’s family resides in was remote. The river that ran across it ice cold and filled to the brim with fish. You crept as quickly as you could between the trees that surround the village. To your dismay Childe’s childhood home was just by the border which meant that the red head knew the woods like the back of his hand.

You winced as you heard Teucer calling out for his brother. The little child had noticed your disappearance.

You picked up your speed and ran as fast as your legs could carry you. It was difficult with the heavy snow, but you had to keep going.

A flash of red stopped you in your tracks. You quickly hid behind a rock and held your breath.

“It’s not nice to run away” a chirpy voice said. Childe.

Of course he found you. It was only a matter of time. His soft laughter rang throughout the woods. He was close. Too close.

Suddenly he jumped onto the rock you had hidden behind. You yelped and backed away. He grinned as he looked down on you. His eyes wide and crazed. “If you wanted to play hide and seek why didn’t you just say so?” he laughed. His laughter chilling.

He jumped down and landed just a few centimetres from your legs. He bent down and dragged you to your feet. “Teucer, Tonia and Anthon are all waiting for you back home. You wouldn’t want to disappoint them would you?” he tilted his head and faked a sad expression.

He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly. “When we get home after our visit here, I will never let you leave my side. Is that understood?” his voice low. He chuckled as he pulled back to study your expression. “That frightened look of yours is really something. Makes me wanna eat you up” he kissed your cheek. “Don’t make me lose my cool, okay?”

Cyno

The sun was bright and high. The heat was unbearable and you regretted not seeking shade. The sand danced across the dune as the wind gave you some mercy from the heat.

In front off you on the scorching sand laid the lifeless bodies of the eremites that had helped you with your escape from the general. Blood coloured the sand red and the ruins surrounding you were splattered in red. The metallic sand made you dizzy.

Cyno stood before the bodies with his back turned to you. His white hair was coated in red. His strong muscles made him look like a god as he stood there with his bloodied spear. He turned to you. His face blank.

“I am sorry you had to see that” his expression apologetic.

He planted the spear in the ground and walked towards you slowly like he was afraid of scaring you. He squatted down so that he was on your eye level. You pulled your legs towards you as much as you could.

“Why did you run away?”

You only stared at him with big eyes. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. His head piece long discarded. “The desert is a dangerous place. You have no idea how scared I was when I noticed your disappearance” his eyes sad. “When I saw you among those eremites… I have never felt such anger. I had no choice but to eliminate them. Those who try to take you away from me deserves punishment. I did the right thing with ridding the world of such people” his hands was trembling in anger.

“I will make sure no one tries to take you away from me again. I will always be by your side” he kissed your tears away with a soft smile.

Dainsleif

Dainsleif had long lost his sanity. At least when it came to you. That much was clear.

You had just managed to escape him while he slept. The ruin you had chosen for your resting place for the night was eerie quite. Even the monsters were gone. You would have found it weird had you not been on the run. You manoeuvred through the dark ruins as fast as you could. After a while you made it out.

Your relived expression fell as you took in your surroundings. The monsters you had disappeared were now standing in front of you. You slowly backed away as you thought up an escaped plan. Just as you were about to make a run for it, dark blue power lit up the area in front of you. With movements faster then what your eyes could see, the monsters were slain.

The blond traveler looked at you with a look that sent shivers down your spine. He flicked off the blood that coated his blade as he made his way towards you.

“I expected more from you. To believe you so ignorantly took the bait is truly disappointing” he shook his head. “But on the plus side, I have now proved to you that you will never make it without me. Let me be your protector. Let me take care of you” he kneeled in front of you as he took your small hand in his and kissed it gently.

You could only cry silent as the Twilight Sword led you inside the ruins. Dainsleif was a man of his word and you knew very well that he would never break his promise to himself.

Diluc

The winery was a beautiful place. When you first arrived you thought it looked like something straight out from a fairytale. You could not be more wrong as you soon learned.

Diluc was a desperate man. He had tricked himself into believing he was your saviour and he would do anything in order to protect you. If he had to kill someone in order to do so he would not bat an eye.

You had escaped through the cellar door and out the cellar window. You had been unsure if you fitted through the window, but to your surprise you fitted like a glove. The moon casted a pale light against the manor and it made you pause in your steps by its beauty.

The stables were empty just as you had expected. You tacked up the chestnut mare Diluc had gifted you. You kissed her forehead as you collected yourself. He would come after you.

As the mare galloped through the dense forest you could hear the distant shouts from Diluc. You gritted your teeth as you made your horse run faster.

Just as you thought you had made it, you heard the dreaded screams of his hawk. You had lost.

Your eyes were heavy as you slowly gained consciousness. You were tied to the desk chair inside his bedroom. Your bindings was of the finest red silk. You shivered at the similarities between you and a neatly wrapped present. In front of you were a highly distressed red haired man. He was walking back and forth, muttering something to himself.

“How could I be so careless as to not look better after her… I am a fool” he hissed to himself.

After a few minutes he stopped and turned to you. His expression softened as he cupped your face. “I apologise for the bindings, but it is necessary. You could be hurt you know?” his voice soft, but serious. “I will never let any harm happen to you. Ever.”

Dottore

The doctor’s blood red eyes always sent shivers down your spine. Even though he was human, he seemed like anything but. His embraces felt like a cage and his sweet words like poison. It didn’t take you long to understand why he was the most feared man in the entirety of Teyvat.

Dottore held you within his estate and refused to let you leave. Heavily armed guards guarded your chambers. You had tried to convince them to let you go and the next day you were delivered their served head on a platter. Dottore was cruel that much was obvious.

You knew you could never outsmart Dottore. He was one of the smartest beings on the plant and he never pretended not to be. If you couldn’t trick Dottore, you would trick the servants.

The long hallways in Dottore’s mansion were dark and empty. You sneaked through the manor as quietly as possible. With the key you had stolen clutched in your hand you made your way to the garden door. You twisted the key in the keyhole and pushed the door open. Cold air filled your lungs. Your eyes lit up at the sight of the snow filled landscape.

Your freedom was however short lived.

“If you take a step outside of that door I will behead this woman” a deep voice reached your ears.

You froze and slowly turned. There in the doorway stood the Harbinger. His raven-like mask were nowhere to be found. His hand was wrapped around the neck of the maid who you had stolen the key from. Her face was filled with fear and she looked at you pleadingly.

As much as you longed for freedom, you could not bear to have the blood from someone else on your hands. You walked back in and locked the door with a lowered head. You placed the key in Dottore’s waiting hand.

He slipped the key onto his pocket with a smile. “Good girl.”

“However…. I cannot let such an action go unpunished” he tck-ed. He threw the maid across the room. Her back hit the wall with a loud thud.

“I have given you all a specific rule you all must follow. I have made what would happen if you would ever break it quite clear, have I not?” his voice as cold as the unforgiving landscape that surrounded the estate. The maid muttered a “yes lord Harbinger”.

The blue haired man scoffed and turned to you. “I suppose I should teach you a lesson” his eyes held nothing but cold determination.

With three long strides he stopped in front of the maid. Her eyes filled with horror. He pulled out a sharp and sleek scalpel and slight her throat in a precise motion. “You deserve much more suffering, but I don’t want me darling to be witness to that so this would have to do” he sneered at the maid as she gurgled on her own blood.

He threw the scalpel and wiped his hands on his pants. “Let’s get you back to your chambers shall we.”

He snaked his arm around your waist and led you out of the hallway. “I trust that you will stop your escape attempts and accept that you belong here with me” his voice smooth like honey.

Gorou

The general of the resistance was a generous man. He always looked after his soldiers and treated them with respect and you were no different. He loved you with his entire being, that much was certain.

He never brought you to the frontlines. You were to stay at the base with a few trusted soldiers that looked after you. They all knew about your situation, but no one cared. They all were just glad that the general had someone who brought him comfort through the tough times.

As the soldiers exchanged posts you were able to sneak out of the cabin. You did not get far before a certain brunette had tracked you down.

His big cerulean eyes wide as his whole body tensed. “Why are you out here?” his big eyes not blinking once. His ears alert.

“You didn’t try to leave right? It must be something else? Right?” his voice raised. His fangs visible as he sneered.

He gripped your hand tightly as he dragged you back to the camp. “I’m sorry sweetheart, but I need to keep you safe” he looked at you with a sad expression as he hurried back to the camp.

The hybrid had always been extremely overprotective to the point it suffocated you. He always told he did what he did for your own good.

The next nights he held you tightly in his arms as he slept. His fluffy tail wrapping around your leg in a protective manner.

Heizou

The detective had locked you up in his own home, claiming it was a way to protect you. Every door and every window (and some drawers) had complicated locks on. Only a few doors and drawers were unlocked.

Heizou was out on a detective job so you were left all alone. This was your chance to get out. You knew all to well that the detective most likely would track you down, but you could not let such an opportunity pass.

The puzzle that was the lock-mechanism on the front door seemed different. Heizou did have the habit of changing them so you didn’t think too much of it. The puzzle was tricky, but after a while you were able to figure it out. The door unlocked and you squealed in joy.

You hadn’t come far before someone wrapped their arms around your shoulders. “Boo” he whispered into your ears causing you to yelp.

“Aww… Did I scare you now?” his tone mocking. He leaned his entire body weight onto you causing you to stumble. He chuckled at your shuffling and poked your cheek. “I’m glad you passed my little test sweetheart” he purred.

You regained your senses and pushed him off. You glared at him as he laughed.

“You really are entertaining aren’t you? You thought that I would ever let you go… Now that’s just too funny!” he wiped his tears as he laughed.

“With your naivety, you are better of with me” he grabbed your arm and pulled you close. Your noses almost touching. He cupped your cheeks and smiled at you gently. “I will take care of you, darling.”

Itto

The brutish oni was really clingy and always felt the need to have you glued to his side. Getting alone time was nearly impossible, but you managed when he was out organising a onikabuto match.

While the white haired man was busy making posters with his gang, you snuck out of the house. Which was surprisingly easy when he wasn’t home. The city was lively and the lit lanterns flickering in the wind. Stars littering the clear night sky. You sneaked among the multiple food stalls. The smell of fried fish filling the air.

The sound of a booming laughter made your limbs freeze to the ground. You could recognise that laughter everywhere. You turned your head and your eyes widened in fear at your confirmed suspicion. Before a dessert stall stood Itto with Mamoru. “We gotta get something for the gang. You brought money right?” the oni nudged Mamoru who muttered a “yes boss”.

You quickly hid behind a small group of someone who stood before the boba shop. Luckily you where shorter than the group and you were able to stay hidden.

“Wait… Why does it smell like [Name]?”

“I don’t know boss. Isn’t she home?”

Your heartbeat hammered against your ribs. You carefully peaked through the group. Itto was sniffing in the air, the action almost comical, had it not been for your predicament. His closed eyes snapped open. His red slit eyes met yours. His body tense like a hunting dog. His expression filled with shock. “Doll?” he called out.

Your feet moved before you even registered it. You sprinted down the street. Your sandals clicking against the ground. You didn’t need to look back to know that Itto was right behind you.

You jumped down the railing and you were thankful that the jumps wasn’t too high as you landed on the soft grass. Just as you made it behind a small building, a big hand grabbed your arm. You lost your balanced and was pulled flushed against a broad chest.

“Why are you outside?” his voice eerily quiet. “I thought I made it clear that it’s dangerous, you are not a big strong oni. Humans are so fragile and weak” he pulled you into a tight hug. His face pressed against your soft hair. “You better listen to me next time… or I would have to tie you up” he pressed a kiss on top of your head followed by a soft “I love you”.

Kaeya

The Calvary Captain’s office was quite save from the sound of the captain’s pen scribbling. He hadn’t acknowledged you since he brought you inside his spacious office. His silence was scarier than his anger. He continued to write his report about some mission. The grandfather clock in the corner ticking.

After what felt like an eternity Kaeya looked up at you. He folded his hands and leaned his chin on them. His lone eye looking straight at you, causing a shiver to run down your spine. “You broke my trust did you not?” his honeyed voice terrifying. He tck-ed. “I am disappointed, but not surprised” he sighed. “I should punish you” he unfolded his hands and drummed two fingers across the rim of his empty glass.

“Why would I want to be locked up in some apartment?” you spat at the smug knight. His lips stretched up into a uncanny smile.

“Oh my…. You are more naive than what I gave you credit for” he chuckled. He stood up suddenly, causing the chair legs to scrap against the hardwood floor. He walked towards you like a stalking wolf. His eyes hungry and brimming with madness.

He stopped before you and leaned down on the arms of your chair. His face close to yours. Too close. His crystal blue eye scanned yours. You felt completely naked underneath his gaze. “Did you really think I wouldn’t know how you so foolishly conceived the knights guarding the house?” he laughed. His laughter sickening. “I dealt with them as soon as they reported back to me. It was a pain cleaning of the blood from my new boots, but some sacrifices must be made” he sighed.

He grasped your chin and leaned closer “I will never ever let you go.”

He straightened up. His expression lighthearted. “Now let’s get something to eat shall we?” he pulled you up with a tight grip. You looked down on his boots as he dragged you out of his office, noticing the few blood speckles he had missed.

Kaveh

The house Kaveh had constructed for you two was like a maze. With many corridors and doors, it was easy to get lost. He had built you both a home where he could play out his fantasy. He had kept you locked away in the mansion for months. Kaveh said it was to keep you safe and away from prying eyes.

You tried to force the window open for the 10th time, but to no avail. The window was still only a few centimetres open. Kaveh had proudly showed you the windows he had constructed that would not open more than a few centimetres. You had hoped that the design of the master architect had failed, but to your disappointment they had not.

Your eyes scanned the room till the landed on the doors to the winter garden. The glass were delicate and beautiful. You studied it closely till you came to the conclusion that they might be fragile enough to shatter. You picked up a stool that were standing in the corner. You lifted the furniture over your head and smashed the windows with all your might. The glass doors shattered into million pieces, looking like glittering diamonds. You dropped the stool and climbed through the window. You hissed as you cut yourself on the jagged pieces of glass that were still standing.

The winter garden was cozily decorated and it almost made you sad to leave it. The door out to the garden was locked which wasn’t a surprise. To your luck one of the miniature stone statues that resembled birds of all sizes, was perfect for shattering windows. It almost broke your heart at the thought of shattering the beautiful stained glass walls, but you had no choice. With all your might you managed to break it.

You ran as fast as you could through the garden. You had to find the exit before Kaveh came home from his meeting with his new client. As you were about to climb the tall fence that surrounded the property, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down. You back hit the soft grass and straddling you were Kaveh. His eyes filled with betrayal and anger.

“How could you?!” his voice loud. His grip on your shoulders tightened. “After all that I have done for you?!” his features twisted into rage and hurt.

You tried to defend yourself, but your words died on you tongue. You had never seen Kaveh that angry. Fear filled you entire being and you felt sick. You casted a last look at the flush forest behind the fence. You knew that this would be your last time outside for a very long time.

Kazuha

With your breath ragged you ran through the dense forest. You had finally managed to escape the white haired samurai. You just needed to reach the beach and board one of the fishing boats that were docked at the dock.

You finally made it to the clearing that lead down to the beach. You waved at the fishermen and they turned to greet you. The dock was old and badly maintained. Splinters poking out and threatening to stab your feet. Just as you were about to ask the captain on the rather small boat, a gust of wind nearly knocked you down.

Red maple leaves fell gently down form the sky. The man in front of you moved quickly and elegantly. His movements like a dance, completely ensnaring you with his beauty. Crimson rain littered the air before it splattered your face. The warm liquid brought you quickly to your senses. Kazuha swiftly slashed his katana, slitting the throat of the captain. The red eyed man landed gently and wiped his blade with a handkerchief. The white fabric staining red in an instant.

He turned his gaze to you. His lips bore a gentle smile. In a blink of an eye he was right in front of you. He lifted his hand and gently wiped the bloodstains of your skin. “What is my delicate flower doing here?” his voice soft.

You swallowed. You had yet to let you eyes wander to the slaughtered boat crew. Kazuha’s eyes scanned yours. His long eyelashes fluttered. Tears ran down your cheeks in crystal clear rivers. You shoved him away as hard as you could. He stumbled back, but you knew he held back his strength. He had let you push him. “Get away from me!” your voice weak and trembling. You choked out a cry as your fell down to the wooden floor. The wood was soaked with red blood. You let your eyes wander. You wanted to throw up at the sight of the dead boatmen.

“You know I can’t do that. Without me you’re lost. I need to protect you. You are the only light in my life and I know we will live happily ever after” his voice was pained and vulnerable. His calloused hands gripped your shoulders in desperation. “I am never going to let you leave me” his smile crazed and not fitting his saddened eyes.

He wrapped his arms around you in an embrace that reminded you of a cage. His face nestled into your soft hair. “I will make you happy, just you wait and see.”

Lyney

A swarm of cards flew over your face, momentarily blinding you. You ducked your head, but lost balance as something caught your leg. It was a makeshift snare made of multiple colourful handkerchiefs. Playful giggles reached your ears.

“The surprised look on your face is to die for! So adorable!” his voice gleeful.

You quickly got back on your feet and was about to make a run for it when Lyney tackled you. You landed with a groan, the cobblestone hard against your back. Lyney pinned your hands to the ground as he sat on top of your midriff. He grinned as he looked down on you.

“It’s no fun in you escaping you know?” he tilted his head. He kissed your nose before he jumped off you. “You could at least be a little more creative” he shook his head in faux disappointment.

“Asshole” you sneered at him.

His cat like eyes crinkled in amusement at your remark. “How rude” he snickered.

Just as sudden as he had jumped you, his expression changed. His eyes colder than ice and his mouth a thin line. He grabbed your wrist and dragged you after him.

He unlocked the house he, his siblings and you resided in. He quickly locked the door after him and dragged you into your bedroom. He let go of your hand. You quickly stumbled as far away from him as you could.

“Why can’t you let me have nice things? Why [Name]?” his eyes narrowed. It was in moments like this that you remembered his role in The Fatui. His eyes held a dangerous glint that dared you to cross him.

Your eyes widened in horror. “No, no, no… Please Lyney!” you begged. Tears trialing down your cheeks and pooling down onto the soft carpet.

“You gave me no choice. This is the consequences of your own actions” he shushed you as he clasped the chain onto your left ankle. He gently kissed your tears away. “It’s only temporary, okay?” he gently stroked your cheekbone. “I love you darling, don’t forget that.”

Neuvillette

Even though the judge bore aesthetically similarities with the sea otters that lived in the Fontanian waters, he was not like them at all. They were sweet playful creatures, and the judge a selfish cruel man. His good reputation made you sick. If only the citizens of Fontaine knew him like you did.

He had kept you hidden and locked up in his beautiful home. That was until you had managed to convince the Melusine that was in charge of looking after you that day. At first she refused to let you out, but when you told her that you were going to buy a present for Neuvillette she yielded. If it was under other circumstances you would have felt bad for tricking her.

The bustling streets of The Court of Fontaine a familiar sight. You breathed in the air. Oh how you had missed the smell of new baked goods and the music of street musicians.

You knew it would not take long before Neuvillette would notice your disappearance. You had to get out of the city and onto an aqua bus before he sent the Gardes after you.

You bought a ticket with the money you had managed to steal from Neuvillette. You quickly made it up the stairs to the aqua bus station. The aqua bus was just about to depart when a group of Gardes blocked the exit behind you. You leaped for the bus only to collide with a broad chest. You could recognise that scent no matter where in Teyvat you found yourself.

You slowly raised your head. Neuvillette looked down at you with a furious expression. You had only seen that expression when he had caught you chatting with other men (it didn’t matter to him that your conversation was only friendly and nothing more). His lilac eyes bored into yours, stripping your soul naked.

“I told you to never leave the residence” his voice low and lazed with anger.

His horns glowing light blue. His hands balled into fists by his sides, clearly trying to ground himself. You lowered your head.

“We are going back at once and you better not make any commotions” his hand turned you around and firmly guided you to the lift. One of the Gardes reached out his hand in order to size you properly. “Get your filthy hand away from her” Neuvillette’s voice boomed.

The Garde tried to defend himself but was cut short by Neuvillette. “Leave at once or you will regret it” his teeth bared. His sharp fangs fully visible. The Garde bowed and quickly left.

Neuvillette’s hand tightened its hold on your shoulder. “When we get home I demanded an explanation as to why you left your home” he whispered into your ear.

Pantalone

Pantalone was sitting on a expensive leather chair. His shoes polished in a way you could see your own reflection in the black leather. In his gloved hands was a black pistol with details in white gold.

In front of him on the cold polished hardwood floor knelt a man. His hands were bound behind his back. His eyes were looking pleadingly up at the Harbinger. He was a guard whom you had befriended. He had so kindly helped you escape before you both were caught red handed by the ninth Harbinger.

The black haired Harbinger turned his face towards you. “This is what he gets for taking what’s mine” his voice as smooth as velvet. His eyes dark and his smile cunning. He turned towards the bound man. “I must admit that I am a rather greedy man. I really hate when people try to take what’s mine” he sighed and clicked his tongue. He flicked the safety and pointed the pistol at the guards head.

“No!” you screamed as you desperately tried to get lose from your silk bindings.

Pantalone shushed you gently. “He asked for it my love” his voice sweet as sugar.

“Any last words?” he smiled. “Hmm… I don’t think you deserve any” he fired the pistol before the poor guard had the time to open his mouth. Pantalone’s smile stretched into a sickening grin. The man’s brain splatters onto the expansive rug.

You screamed as you tried to swallow the bile. “How could you?! You disgusting monster! I hate you!” you screamed while thick tears ran down your cheeks.

“Don’t cry my dear. He’s not worth shedding your lovely tears over” Pantalone kneeled in front of you. His eyes gentle. “I will make sure that no other men like that ever gets between us. You are mine and nothing will ever change that” his voice low.

Pierro

The sorcerer had forced you to your knees with his magic. You could feel the power tugging at your mind and it hurt. His pale eyes boring into yours. “Have you forgotten your place?” his gruff voice echoed inside the ballroom.

You glared up at him unable to do anything else. He kneeled before you and harshly lifted your chin. His expression harsher than the unforgiving climate outside. “I must say I’m utterly disappointed in your behaviour. You should be ashamed.”

You tried to get control over your limbs, but to no avail. Your words died on your tongue and you were unable to make any sound.

The white haired man scoffed and released his hold on you. His magic released you completely and you crawled backwards and away from him. Creating as much distance as possible.

The Jester rose to his feet and dusted off invisible dust from his elegant robe. “If you were anyone else I would have executed you for your crime. Do not forget that our relationship was blessed directly blessed from Her Majesty Herself” he sneered.

He hauled you up to your feet, his iron grip bruising. He dragged you down the corridors and up the many stairs to your chambers. He slammed the door open and dragged you inside.

“Think over what you have done. I don’t take such humiliation lightly” his eyes narrow as he looked down on you. “Don’t think you will ever get away. You belong to me and that’s final” with that he closed the door and locked it making you all alone.

Sethos

You ran over the dunes as fast as you could. You had to be fast. Behind you you could hear Sethos voice as he called for you. To your misfortune the free spirited man was fast. Extremely fast. Your sandals were filled with sand, but you couldn’t care less.

Suddenly it became quiet. Too quiet. You hid behind a rock formation and listened. Suddenly a figure slid down the dune to your left and leaped on top of you. He was precise enough that make sure you landed on the sand and not the rock behind you. His wild hair rustling in the wind.

The sight in front of you reminded you of the time when he swept you away and locked you away inside the temple. He had first gotten to know you when he visited Sumeru City. He had told you it was love at first sight and he asked you to come and visit the desert with him. You were taken aback by his impulsiveness, but you soon grew accustom to it.

“If you wanted to play hide and seek you could have just said so” his entire weight on you. He was silent for a few moments. His crystal green eyes scanning yours. You could see his gears turning. “Don’t tell me you tried to run away from me…? You would never do something like that? Right?” his voice lazed with disbelief and desperation.

In a swift movement you were brought to you feet. His hold on you right and you wondered if he thought you would fly away if he let go. “Let’s get back to the temple” his voice back to its jovial self, but his eyes clouded with obsession and desperation.

Thoma

The white mop mopped over the hardwood floor in a fast motion. The white colour quickly staining red. A crimson red pool of blood was spilled across the floor. The sight made you sick. Bile raising up in your throat. You were sitting in the coroner of the room , hugging your knees. The blonde man stopped his mopping and raised his head and looked at you. His face splattered with blood. He sighed and leaned the mop against the wall.

“I am so sorry you had to see that, my angle” his green eyes pleading. He crouched in front of your trembling form. He gently caressed your cheek.

The friendly and kind housekeeper was gone and replaced by a green eyed monster that slaughtered anything in its path. He had beheaded the kind men that helped you escape from the Kamisato estate.

“I am wounded that you tried to leave me. What did I do wrong?” his eyes glossy.

You locked me away you wanted to say, but you kept your mouth shut.

“My master has been kind and let us stay here together and this is your gratitude?” his voice slightly raised. His eyes scanned over your form and landed on your bloodied nightdress. “I have to get that off” he muttered as he quickly rose. His movements frantic as he looked for a washcloth.

“My gratitude?” your voice shaky, but loud. “You have taken everything away from me!” you stood up. Your legs shaky.

Thoma’s eyes narrowed. “Watch your tongue” his voice cold.

You swallowed. You understood now better than anyone why so many feared the “fixer”.

His hold on the washcloth tight. His knuckles whiter than snow. “Go to your room and change. I will wash your nightdress later” he spoke through gritted teeth.

Your colour drained from your face as you hurried to your room. Your bedroom seemed more like a prison than anything else.

Tighnari

The forest watcher had always lectured you about various plants and their effects and benefits. At first you thought it was boring, but after awhile you learned to use it to your advantage. Taking herbs from Tighnari’s beloved collection was tricky, but not impossible. You had read through every single book he had on botany. Your plan was bulletproof.

Tighnari had gently sipped on the cup of tea you had brewed for him while he read through some reposts. He had then fallen limp over the kitchen table. You checked his pulse and breathes out in relief when you felt his pulse against your fingers. You wanted to escape from the obsessed fox, not kill him.

You rummage through his pocket for his key. The key was heavy in your hand and it was almost a surreal feeling when you twisted it in the lock. The air fresh and welcoming. With a last look at the unconscious man you began your journey.

The rainforest was tricky to navigate in, but luckily you had stolen both a map and a compass from Tighnari. Yet again you were glad you paid attention to his boring lectures. The sound of branches snapping made you stop in your tracks. The hair on the back of your neck rose.

“Poisoning me…” his voice echoed through the treetops. “Your audacity is truly something” he sneered. “Look at me when I’m talking to you” his voice nearer.

You slowly turned around and were met with a angry hazel eyes. His long ears pinned back in anger. His arms folded over his chest.

“The rainforest is dangerous. Let’s get back” you could see he was holding back his fury. His jaw clenched. He groaned and dragged a hand over his face. “I guess I have no choice…” he sighed as he stalked towards you.

Quicker thank you could register he had trapped you within his arms. “I will never let you go. I’m just trying to protect you” he whispered against your ear.

Something pricked your neck. Your eyes widened and darted to Tighnari’s. “It had to be down. Consider it… pay back” he supported your body as you lost consciousness.

Venti

The anemo archon was an eerie man. He was all smiles and friendly laughter among the crowd disguised as Venti the bard, but with you he was like a completely different person. Sure he was still easygoing, but his obsession and possession overshadowing anything else. He had told you many times with a playful smirk that he was undoubtedly the weakest archon. You never believed him. You had seen with your very own eyes what he was capable of doing to those he thought was undeserving of your attention, but you had yet to see his full potential. Though you must admit that you rather did not wish to witness that.

He kept you in the ruins of Stormterror’s lair. He had made the ruin as liveable as possible and even quite cozy. He treated you like royalty and gave you everything except freedom. You thought it was rather stupid considering he was the god of freedom.

Escaping the ruin was almost completely impossible considering the wind shields that surrounded it and the dragon that acted as a guard. When you finally managed to escape and run over the grassy meadows you were so happy you cried.

Your tears clouded your vision causing you to become less aware of your surroundings.

Strong wind slammed against causing you to lose balance. There in front of you were Barbados. He was not in his usual clothing, but rather in a godly outfit. White big wings flapping behind him. His cerulean eyes glowing intensely in the night. He was completely silent, but you felt the anger oozing out from him.

You were completely frozen to the ground and you were unsure if it was his doing or your fear taking over. You wanted to explain yourself, but your voice failed you completely.

With a gust of wind you were swept up into his arms. His arms strong and squeezed you flushed against him. His wings flapped silently as he soared through the air. High up in the air you were able to see Mondstadt City and you quickly came to the realisation that you would probably never step a foot inside its gates again.

Wanderer/Scara

In front off you was a raging man. His eyes wide and filled with fury. His hands held anemo power which he sliced through the merchants that had guided you through the tick rainforest. Wanderer’s hair was slicked back with blood. He delivered the last strike to the merchant before he landed. He slowly turned around to face you. His hands shaking with anger.

You opened your mouth, but quickly shut your mouth at his raised hand. “Those lowlife who think they can take you away from me” he laughed manically. “How dumb can you be?” Wanderer sneered through laughter. “Because you would never leave me right? After all I have been through? Right?” his eyes crazed as he continued to spew nonsense. “We are destined to be together. It’s my right. How dare they to take that away from me?! I should revive them just so that I could kill them again” his laughter sounded almost forced.

He wrapped his arms around you. You could feel tears against your neck as he wept. You were astonished by his vulnerability. It almost made you pity him. Just almost.

He quickly regained his composure and roughly wiped his tears on his sleeve. “Let’s go home…” his voice distant.

The journey back had been quite. When you finally arrived back he shoved you inside. His eyes wide and intense. “You have no idea how much I wanna lock you up in a cage right now” he muttered. His porcelain white hand tightly gripping yours. “I will make sure so that you never leave me. I need you. I need you so much it hurts. So don’t ever try and get away.”

Wriothesley

You had long planned your escape from The Fortress of Meropide. Unlike the other inmates you were completely innocent. You had been wrongfully imprisoned on the request of Wriothesley. You had gained the trust of some of you fellow inmates and they promised to help you escape. You had chose the pipe cleaning day as your day of escaping. All went smoothly and exactly as planned.

The only step left in your plan was descend into the waters that the pipes were connected too and swim out to freedom. After that you had to avoid the detectors, but you were confident in your diving abilities.

As you were saying your thanks to the kind inmates, the sound of heavy boots against metal echoed in the pipes. In the opening of the pipe were Wriothesley. His imposing figure sending shivers down you spine.

The metal decorations on his outfit clattering with each step. The handcuffs on his hip catching the light. His icy eyes held an unreadable emotion. “Well well… What might this ruckus be?” he tilted his head and placed his hands on his hips. His tone held a dangerous edge to it. Wriothesley eyes glued onto yours and completely ignoring the others.

A bottomless pit formed in your stomach and you almost threw up. You swallowed the taste of vomit. Your freedom was so close, yes so very far.

“Are you aware your sentences are going to be so much longer?” his lips curled up into a little smirk. “I thought you were smarter than this” with two steps he reached you. He hooked off his cuffs and cuffed your wrists. “It seems you need a more secure cell… Luckily I know just the one” he leaned closer to your ear “I will make sure you always stick to my side”.

You had never regretted something more than your little escape attempt. The new so called cell was a bedroom connected to the Duke’s living quarters. Your freedom had never been so distant as it was now.

Xiao

You ran as fast as you could. The landscape blurring together as you navigated through the forest. You had to escape him. Or at least try. Tue bamboo forest was dense and dark. Your human eyes struggled to see clearly. You could hear birds fleeing in the distance. He was close.

You had ran away when you learned that he had slaughtered the man who had so kindly gifted you sun pork buns. The adepti had let you run first, which surprised you. Even though you didn’t understand why, you were grateful for your head start.

Suddenly a green black cloud appeared in front off you. You tried to turn in your heel to flow, but was stopped when a hand grabbed your collar. You were momentarily unable to breath. It was only when he loosened his grip that you were able to gasp for air.

“I don’t understand you mortals. I only do what I have to protect you. I give you everything you need and more” he sounded confused and annoyed.

“Without me you would not have managed to survive. At all” he spun you around so you could face him. “Did me killing that man hurt you that much? I have killed many of you near acquaintances and you never batted an eye…” his voice trailed off as he was lost in thought. “Could it be that you never realised? Never mind. It doesn’t matter now” he sighed.

At the thought of him killing your near friends without you knowing made you sob helplessly. He only started at you in confusion.

He clicked his tongue before he hauled you over his shoulder. “I need to ask Madame Ping for a tea pot it seems…” his voice a frustrated groan.

Zhongli

You had sought shelter at a kind older couple. You needed to regain your energy before you fled the city. The woman was kind and gladly cooked for you. She completely denied your help. You stayed at their house for two weeks before the older woman knocked at your bedroom door and told you a friend of her husband was coming to visit.

The atmosphere in the living room was as tense as it could get. In front of you were Zhongli. He was the friend the couple had spoken so warmly about. The brunette was sitting in the sofa besides the woman, one of his legs over the other. His hand elegantly holding a cup of tea. His reptile eyes staring you down intensely.

You felt like sinking into the floor. Your hands trembling as you took a sip of the tea. The bitter taste doing nothing to soothe your nerves.

“I don’t know if you are aware, but I and miss [Name] know each other’s very well” his smile sharp. To hear your husband speaking in such manner made your heart beat against your chest.

You knew it was unwise to go against Morax and his contracts, but you had no choice. He had tricked you into signing the contract that would imprison. Zhongli had terrified you before you knew of his identity as the Geo Archon, but when you found out about his identity you were absolutely petrified.

Zhongli hummed at a joke the man had told. His golden eyes never leaving yours. His lips twisted up into a grin which revealed his sharp fangs. With the golden light from the sunset outside he looked even more inhuman than ever before. You felt small and utterly helpless before him. You dreaded his punishment that you knew would income when he brought you back.

After an hour and an half had past Zhongli excused himself. “I must take my leave now. [Name] you should come with” his order clear as day. He smiled to the couple and bowed in courtesy.

You swallowed and nodded. You thanked the couple for their hospitality and left with Zhongli.

When you were out of earshot he turned to you. “A broken contract is no laughing matter my dear” his hand gripping yours. “I will make it clear to you when we get back who you belong to” his voice deep and determined.

[seoups]

MOODSWINGS- S. GOJO

you'd been slipping away from gojo for weeks now. but he'd do anything to get you back. cw: angst, saddness, gojo being gojo, failing relationship, happy ending song: moodswings by 5sos

"I CAN TELL WHEN YOU'RE SLIPPING FROM ME. EVEN WHEN IT'S ONLY SUBCONCIOUSLY."

It had started small. A dull ache in his chest as he watched you slide closer and closer towards the edge of the bed, no longer sleeping in his arms. He couldn’t place the emotion but every breath, every glance that didn’t meet his eyes, every time you speed walked past his office, he felt you slipping away from him.

Gojo sat with his head bowed on the edge of your bed. His blindfold lay abandoned on the table, exchanged for his sunglasses.

His fingers twitched against his knees as he waited for you to come home from work. Despite working together, the two of you hadn’t come home together in a while. You used to walk side by side, laughing and sharing stories about your day, but those distant memories began to fade in his mind.

The sound of the bedroom door unlocking snapped him out of his thoughts and he straightened reflexively. Your footsteps were soft on the hardwood floor as you made your way to your bathroom, getting ready for bed.

“Goodnight, Satoru.”

You smiled as you climbed into bed, clinging to the pillow as you fell asleep, your body angled away from him.

It’d been weeks since Satoru last felt your warmth in his arms. Weeks since he’d woken up to the feeling of you pressed against his chest. He wasn’t sure exactly when you’d left his arms but the distance between the two of you continued to grow.

He missed you. Every morning when he woke up, he craved your touch. He craved for the sound of your laugh. But settled for hearing it across the break room when you spoke with Shoko. It wasn’t the same, but it was all he had left.

But it wasn’t until one night in the rain as the two of you waited for the first years to finish a mission that Gojo truly understood you and why the distance had first started.

“Satoru. Do you like the man you’ve become since high school?”

Your eyes avoided his, but your voice stayed steady. It caught him off guard and he let out a laugh, joking about he was the strongest.

He hadn’t noticed the way your fist clenched, and your lips pursed as he waited for your response.

“Right.”

He’d started coming home late last week. He told himself it was because he had missions but truly, he was just avoiding the emptiness of your home. You’d noticed but didn’t wait up for him. Now, his dinner sat on the counter- neatly cling-wrapped with sticky notes atop it.

‘Microwave.’ Or ‘soda in fridge’.

Nothing more than a few words, distant and impersonal. But with the care you had for him when you first gotten married. You always remembered his love for sweet foods and drinks.

As he sat in bed with you, backs facing each other, he wondered how this all started- trying to pinpoint when exactly you’d started slipping away from him. Your question rang through his ears.

“Do you like the man you’ve become since highschool?”

He didn’t have an answer. Not one he wanted to say aloud.

He came home early one day and saw you sitting on the sofa, staring at your wedding ring and twisting it around your finger. The sunlight lit up your face in a way that reminded Gojo of your wedding day. But there was a look in your eyes that he couldn’t ignore.

He crept up on you and asked you what you were thinking about.

“Just remembering.”

He hadn’t pressed further. But he wished he had. He buried himself in missions to pick up extra money. He had enough but he’d managed to convince himself that the more he provided for you, the more you wouldn’t want to leave. But that wasn’t the root of the issue.

Especially when he overheard a conversation you were having with Shoko during a lunch break.

“I don’t even know who he is anymore, Shoko,” you’d sighed. “It’s like he’s a completely different man than the one I married.”

Shoko’s response was drowned out by the thumping of his heart. The words felt like a slap in the face, even if they weren’t meant for him to hear.

He wanted to argue- to burst in the room and tell you that he was the same as the man you’d married. But was he really?

“Do you like the man you’ve become since high school?”

The question had haunted him for a while, playing on loop in his mind whenever he saw your face.

It’d been a while since you’d yelled at him. Arguments went unsaid between you two. Not until he came home battered and bloody after a mission. Hurt but victorious.

“Satoru, what the HELL? Why didn’t you go to Shoko?”

You’d rushed to his side to take care of him, using the first aid kid to take care of and clean his wounds. It would be a lie to say that he hadn’t considered getting injured again to feel your touch more often.

That night, he watched the rain fall and run down the side of the window as the two of you continued your dance of sleeping with your backs to each other.

He turned for a moment to reach out to you, his hand hovering inches above your shoulder as you slept. But he couldn’t bring himself to reach you. Instead, he let his hand fall back to his side.

From that day forward, he pledged to become the man you married. He started coming home on time, even offering to drive you home.  

You hadn’t seen the inside of his Tesla in weeks. It seemed the same but different all at the same time.

“When’d you get this pink umbrella?” you glanced to the side door of the passenger seat. “Got it for ya,” he kept his eyes on the road.

His comment wasn’t anything special. He’d gotten you things all the time before. But it stuck with you.

Small gestures like this became a routine with Gojo, something you now looked forward to. You felt yourself easing into comfort in his presence. The past rigidity you felt melting away as Gojo put in more and more effort.

Your dinners were less lonely than before, now consisting of talking about each other’s days. He asked about your day with a genuine curiosity and followed up about ‘that one curse that looked like elvis’ among other topics. Gojo had even managed to make you laugh multiple times per meal. And for the first time in a while, it hadn’t felt forced.

But what really brought everything home was the day you came up to his office during lunch instead of eating with Shoko, bento box in hand.

“Don’t forget to eat, Toru,” you placed the box on his desk.

He blinked up at you, his surprise quickly melting into a warm smile that made your heart flutter as if you were falling for him all over again.

“Thank you, sweet girl.”

And to an extent, you were falling in love with him all over again.

Gojo went out of his way to be present in your life, even in the smallest moments. Every morning that he didn’t have a mission, he would wake you up with plates of fluffy pancakes or scrambled eggs and your favorite tea.

But it wasn’t just the gestures that made a difference. It was the small moments- the way he’d reach for your hand subconsciously, the way he’d text you during missions to check in and update you, the way he’d sit next to you in the evenings even when you were both too tired to talk.

One night, as the rain slid down the windows, he turned to you in bed. This time, he didn’t hesitate. He reached out, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. For a moment, you stiffened before melting into him, your head resting against his chest.

“You’re warm,” you said softly. “Yeah?” “I missed this,”  you hummed against his chest. “Me too.”

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[pellucid-constellations]

Fable - After

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: Your wings were gone. The healing process would teach you much about yourself, but it would teach Azriel, too. Does it matter, in the end?

Word count: 7k

Warnings: Angst, injury, symptoms of depression (including difficulty eating)

a/n: This is part of a mini-series and the other parts can be found in the link below. Sorry this is literally so long lol. Debating on adding another chapter to the end because I obviously have a lot to say! Also, I won't be posting an update for about a week because I'll be traveling, so I hope this long chapter holds you over. Thank you :)

Series Masterlist (all parts ♡)

~~

You woke as the sun did. Yellow light made an imprint behind your eyelids and the grogginess that immediately followed let you know that this was not the first time you had been awake. Sleeping through the night had become a luxury not afforded to you. 

You clenched the pillow at your cheek between your fingers and tried to pull at the loose threads of sleep that were escaping you. 

Someone was in your room. 

Someone was always in your room these days, but this morning, you knew it was Azriel. You could feel the whisps of his shadows making barely-there strokes along your back, and his scent was unmistakable. If it was Azriel today, they didn’t expect you to talk. When they wanted you to try and speak, they sent Cassian or Mor or even Feyre on the odd occasion. 

They didn’t expect you to talk when it was Azriel. 

You supposed everyone thought you were mad at him. Truthfully, part of you was mad at him. If he had just opened his eyes once over the last hundreds of years, he would have seen that you were right there—that you were more than a responsibility for him to look after. That you were a woman in love with him and he was a fool for taking so long to notice. 

But another part of you felt that you couldn’t blame him. Azriel had never had much luck in the romance department, and you’d always chalked that up to self-sabotage. He seemed to go after women he knew he couldn’t have and only assumed late-night trysts with those he could, so you couldn’t expect much out of him. And how was he to know that you pined after him? It wasn’t as if you’d ever made any kind of move. 

But Elain had so enamored him and you were so angry at that part. Because you had been there and he had never taken the leaps and bounds he had with her. 

He had left you in that camp, so ready to believe your lie to appease her. 

You were the biggest fool of all. 

In actuality, neither of those parts mattered. There wasn’t some internal strife that fought against your sleep and made you question your feelings. You weren’t mad at Azriel. You weren’t mad at anyone or anything. You felt empty. 

You gave up on sleep, breathing heavily through your nose and squinting your eyes into the sun that peaked through your curtains. Your back ached, and even more, the insurmountable pressure on your chest was amplified by the bandages that wrapped around from behind you. They made it difficult to breathe. 

No infection had set in. It had been two and a half weeks since the incident, and Madja cleared you to begin moving around a few days ago and noted that you were “out of the woods, medically.” Everyone looked relieved as if that news had changed anything. To them, you supposed it did. You would live. That was good. 

Azriel knew you were awake, you were sure of it. You heard his chair groan as if he were leaning forward in it, and his shadows had begun to traipse around your head, weaving in and out of your hair and blocking the light from your eyes. 

He would try to get you to eat, look at you with those pitying eyes, and apologize when you could barely sit up and hold out a plate as if you were going to eat it. You hadn’t met his gaze since you woke up and there was more than just resentment behind that. There was shame—you were so ashamed of what you had become. What you had let happen. 

Maybe that was another reason why you felt so empty. How could Azriel even look at you as anything other than broken? When you were whole—when you had your wings—there was an irrational part of you that considered you had a chance with the Shadowsinger if he would just see you. 

There was nothing to see now. 

“Are you awake?” Azriel asked, keeping his voice low in the quiet room. You nodded against the pillow, face still turned from his view. The chair groaned once again. “Are you hungry?” 

No head shake. It was a frequent question that you hated being asked. 

Azriel’s footsteps were soft against your carpet. He kneeled beside your bed and attempted to catch your fleeting gaze, but you found a spot on the floor and kept it there. 

“Can you try?” he prompted. His textured fingers brushed the hair from your eyes. “Not even at the table. I’ll have the House bring you something here.” 

You pressed your lips together and fought off the burning in your nose. 

“Please, y/n.  I know you’re angry with me—I know. But please, just try to eat something.” 

Angry at him—anger wasn’t even in your repertoire at the moment. But he sounded so desperate, as did every other member of your family, and you didn’t want the let them down more than you already had. You shut your eyes and nodded, resigned. 

You built up the strength to prop yourself up on your arms, but that’s where you stopped. Your center of gravity had been completely ripped from you. Anytime you moved without your wings, it felt like free-falling from a mountain. Madja had offered—several times since physically clearing you—to come and get you back on your feet, but the motivation wasn’t there. 

You couldn’t imagine walking without the weight at your back. 

And you had avoided every reflection known to man; seeing yourself would be too much. 

“I have you,” Azriel encouraged, holding you at your waist as he twisted your body up. “Almost. There we go, angel” —he positioned you between pillows that hadn’t been on your bed before— “How’s that? Is it alright?” 

Humiliation felt like a hot knife. You nodded and found a spot on the bed to focus on. You could feel Azriel’s lingering gaze and he hesitated before placing a bowl of broth on a small platter before you. 

“Is that okay?” 

You nodded again, biting the inside of your lip. Your back ached. 

“Do you want me to leave?” 

You nodded. 

Azriel hesitated once more, rocking back on his heels before clearing his throat and letting the door softly shut behind him. The tears came then, and you were so tired of crying. 

~~

Azriel’s POV

Outside of your room, Azriel’s forehead was pressed against the wood of your door. The intricate carvings imprinted his right palm as he kept it pressed there as well, and Azriel had to breathe through his nose to calm himself. 

He was at a loss. 

He didn’t blame you for not speaking to him, but you wouldn’t speak to anyone. You wouldn’t get out of bed unless it was Mor or Feyre lifting you for a bath and you wouldn’t leave your room at all. They had all expected this—planned for a long healing process—but you were so… lifeless. 

Gods, he was helpless. You wouldn’t even look at him. 

Azriel clenched his jaw and tried to listen for the clink of the spoon against the bowl when a hand on his back startled him. Because that was another thing—he’d been off his game since you got hurt, completely useless as a spy. 

“How is she?” Cassian. Cassian was just as worried as Azriel, but Azriel was pretty sure you were looking him in the eye at least. “Get her to talk?” 

“No,” Azriel breathed through a constricting throat. He turned to meet his brother’s face. He was sure Cassian still held some resentment towards him, but he’d apologized for his outburst when you arrived at the House. Apologized, but not entirely forgiven. 

Cassian sighed and rubbed at his jaw. “Is she at least eating?” 

“She agreed to eat. I left her with some soup. She wanted me to leave.” 

“She say that?” 

“I asked and she nodded.” 

Cassian kissed his teeth and curled his wings in tighter. “Have you… talked to her?” 

Azriel had to fight the urge to scoff, throwing his brother an incredulous look. “Obviously I talk to her, Cassian. I don’t stand in her room and motion at things.” 

In response, Cassian did not fight the urge to roll his eyes. “I mean actually talk to her, Azriel. About what happened. You finding her. Her lying and you not being there. I know it was one of the only missions at the camps she’s been at without you there. That means something, no?” 

“I don’t think she wants to talk to me at all—let alone rehash all of that.” 

“Azriel,” Cassian started, stepping forward to place a hand on Azriel’s shoulder. “Give her a chance to push you away. Let her be the one to do it. If you play into this fear, it might confirm things for her, and you know her mind isn’t in a good place.” 

Azriel winced. “I think you might be better to—” 

“No, Az, you. Let her eat her breakfast, give her an hour or two, and then go back in there and talk to her. I’ve already been talking to her and she won’t say a word to me. I think you’re the only person who’s been too afraid to.” 

Azriel sighed and then leaned his head back until it knocked against your door. In another life, you might’ve called out and asked who was there. But there was only silence. 

Cassian sent Azriel a look with raised brows and patted his brother twice on the shoulder before backing into the hall. He had taken four steps towards the dining room before Azriel called, “What did you mean then, about me being blind?” 

Cassian paused but didn’t turn. Azriel watched his head tilt to the side and a deep sigh escaped him. 

“Shouldn’t have said that,” Cassian muttered. He started walking once more. “Just—think a little more.”

~~

Original POV

Breakfast was fine; you kept it down and that was the goal. 

Following breakfast, you thumbed through the books Nesta had sent to you. The action was lackadaisical and without purpose. You weren’t going to read them. 

You took breaks from staring at the wall to stare out the window instead, but that only sent waves of something heavy through your chest. The skies looked so open today, with only a few clouds and endless rays of sun. Maybe if it were raining, it wouldn’t hurt so much to look out the window. 

You were being left alone far more than usual today. 

Perhaps they had grown tired of being around a stubborn mute who refused to see the bright side of things, the “well, with your injuries it’s a miracle you’re still alive,” talks not entirely working on you. You were sure that was true, but you didn’t particularly care about the marvel it took to put you back together. 

This miracle felt hollow. 

As you were about to shut your eyes and drown the rest of the day in sleep, a small knock and the creak of your door stopped you. You snapped your gaze forward and quickly averted it when you recognized Azriel stepping in, his shadows preceding him and rushing you in circles. 

You expected him to take up his post in the chair beside your bed with a simple greeting—as he had done every visit to your room in the past weeks—so when he stood at the door and spoke, confusion and anxiety filled you. 

“Um, hello,” he began. You watched his hands fumble around each other before he cleared his throat and brought them behind his back. “I realize I haven’t given you a full opportunity to be angry with me. I’ve only offered pleasantries and… well, moved you around. I wanted to speak to you if that’s alright?” 

You fixed your gaze on the wall behind him and twisted your lips to the side in the show of a grimace. 

“You don’t have to say anything back—unless you’d like to. It would just—Can I just sit and talk?” 

You had no idea why he was asking. Everyone else in the House sat in your room and talked your ear off, asking questions they wouldn’t get an answer to and telling you about the happenings in town. Azriel was the only one who stayed silent and, now, was the only one to ask permission to speak. 

Still, you slowly nodded and shifted on the pillows. 

“Does anything hurt?” he began, stepping forward with a hesitant hand reaching towards you. “I could fix—” 

You shook your head. He sat in the chair.

There was a beat of silence—uncomfortable silence, which was odd because Azriel had always been the one you felt most comfortable being quiet around. 

When he spoke, the torture in his voice had you finally whipping around to look at his face, but his gaze was downturned. 

“This is my fault,” he said, strained and cracked as he clasped his hands tightly between his knees. “I know I’ve apologized to you since you woke up, but it’s never really been for that. You have to know how sorry I am, y/n. How much I wish I had just come with you. I always come with you.” 

The muscle in his jaw jumped. “I—I don’t understand why you’d lie about Lucien going with you. Or Cassian, for that matter. I thought it was always obvious that I’d do anything for you—that you were more important to me than a date.” 

Something twisted and pulled inside of you. You were getting the devotion you so desired from him, but it was cast behind a layer of something ugly. You were more important than a date—then why did it hurt as he spoke the words to you?

“I’m sorry that I ever made you feel otherwise. I’m sorry that you felt you had to lie for my benefit. But, y/n, I thought you were dead. I walked into that camp and I heard you scream, and I thought—I thought you were dead when I held you in my arms. There was so much blood and—” 

Azriel’s words choked and stopped in the air. He pressed his hands in prayer over his mouth and when he looked up, he caught you in your stare. You sat paralyzed, wide-eyed, as he looked at you directly. 

“Why did you lie?” he asked weakly. “I would have been there. And I’m sorry I believed you so easily, but we’ve always been honest with each other. You’ve always had me.” 

Your chin trembled. You were tired of crying, but the irony of his words hit you with full force and your wings were gone. Your wings were gone and nothing would ever be the same again. 

Your trembling jaw quickly morphed into the too-quick intake of breath that made your shoulders tremble as well. And then you were heaving in ugly sobs that hurt to let go of. You clutched at the blankets beneath you until your knuckles turned white. 

Why did you lie? 

Why did you—

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry,” Azriel hushed. He was on the bed now. You hadn’t heard the chair when he got up. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he whispered into your hair. He held you at your shoulders and pressed your face into his chest. This was the most anyone had touched you. Madja only healed with brief skims of her hands and everyone else moved you with panicked touches.

“Angel, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—” 

When you spoke—for the first time as this new person—your throat made the words unintelligible. Everything was scratchy and hoarse from misuse, but Azriel heard it. He gently pushed you back and found your eyes once more, his gaze wide and encouraging. 

You tried again, and again, each time more coherent but also filled with the tears the Shadowsinger continued to wipe from your cheeks. 

“I didn’t mean to lie,” finally ripped from your chest. “I only—only—” You hiccuped and Azriel’s face crumpled. “I just wanted you to be happy.” 

Azriel’s eyes were already glassy, but when your voice finally rang in his ears, the tears fell. He pressed your face into his chest once more. This time, you brought your hands up to clench his shirt between your fingers. And, because you were already vulnerable and because this was the first time in weeks you no longer felt numb, you whispered out, “My wings are gone,” and Azriel held you tighter. 

~~

You woke to speaking, a voice seeming to rattle in your head. You couldn’t remember falling asleep, only knowing it must have been a productive sleep because you did not feel weighed down. Your back throbbed, as it typically did after sleep, but there was no heaviness at your chest and you felt rested. 

Another voice in the room sounded off, and you kept your eyes shut as you tried to piece together the words. 

“—to walk. Important for her health—too much time—” 

The voice rumbling your head then said, “She might not be ready. We shouldn’t push her.” 

“She will never be ready, Azriel.” Rhysand, you deduced, the conversation in the room becoming more clear. “But, as Madja has said, if we don’t try to get her at least out of this room, she’ll be stuck in her head. Just try to get her to the balcony. Start with that.” 

“Rhysand—” 

“Don’t Rhysand me. It’s almost been three weeks. Her back is nearly healed. That’s not what we’re worried about now.” 

“And what are we worried about?” Azriel bit back. You were on his chest. Hands were on your waist.

The room lulled into a tense pause, the echo of Azriel’s near growl punctuating the silence. 

The door opened and closed, someone’s footfall departing. 

“You’ve scared off our healer, Azriel,” Rhysand noted with a mock scold. Azriel let out a small scoff. “We are all worried about her, Az. I know it feels… maybe like it’s you against the world, but it’s not. We need to get her up and moving. Her headspace isn’t good.” 

Azriel shifted you in his arms. “Fine.” 

“And Madja needs to come back in to change her dressings.” 

Your hair was moved behind your ear. “Fine.” 

Rhysand let out a tortured sigh. 

~~

Azriel’s POV 

Azriel was going to try today. 

He said that yesterday, but yesterday, you had let him coerce you into sitting by the window instead of in bed, and you had talked to him the entire time, so he forgot to bring it up. 

A large part of Azriel was afraid of pushing you—afraid that you would close up again and refuse to look at him. But he knew Rhys and Madja and everyone else in this House was right. You needed to start making progress. You needed to be able to live some semblance of a normal life without your wings. 

It was strange to see you without them. The pit in his chest grew each time you moved to accommodate them. You would shift in bed or reach around to reposition the fantom limb and realization would come before the dread. Sometimes that was it for the day, you wouldn’t speak anymore. Azriel would read to you when that happened. 

You had started to talk to the rest of the circle, which Azriel was mostly glad for, but the smallest bout of protectiveness had somehow dug its way into his heart. When he would walk into your room to find you chatting with Cassian or listening to Rhys, Azriel would have to pause at the territorial feeling that temporarily consumed him. He figured it was only because you were still hurt. That would fade. 

When he came in today, you were alone, and Azriel felt relieved. For a moment. 

You were already awake and looked well-rested, which was detrimental to his plan of asking you while you were half asleep. You set your book down to stare up at him, and even the fact that you were reading was not lost on him. 

You were making progress. This was part of progress.

“Good morning, y/n,” Azriel greeted, standing at the foot of your bed. 

The action already made you nervous. You eyed the chair beside you and glanced back at him. “Hi, Az.” 

Azriel’s lash fluttered at the sound of your voice, still so fresh after weeks of silence. You were meeker than you once sounded, unsure and small. 

Azriel took in a breath before asking, “How’s today?”

“Today is good,” you replied, words slow. 

Azriel spied the remaining badges peeking out from the top of your shirt. You needed this. “I think we should walk today.” 

Silence consumed the room. Your lips parted as you stared at him, and Azriel immediately wanted to eat his words. Another beat of silence. And then another. He tried desperately not to shift weight between his feet lest he look antsy or unsure. 

You blinked, twice, and then stared down at your fingers as they rested in your lap. 

“I know it will be difficult,” Azriel tried, speaking low. “But I’ll be here. We don’t have to go far. A few steps, that’s all I’m asking.” 

You pressed your thumbnail into your palm, brows furrowed. You hadn’t smiled, Azriel realized, not since before. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips before you spoke. 

“Okay.” 

“Okay?” Azriel asked, bending down to catch your gaze unsuccessfully. 

You blinked back up at him. “Okay, I’ll try.” And then, in a much lower tone, as Azriel walked to your side, you grumbled, “Not as if I could get any lower than I am now.” 

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing,” you replied, reaching for his outstretched hands. “Doesn’t mean anything.” 

Azriel decided to revisit that later. He wouldn’t pass up this opening you had provided, even though his heart ached at what you’d insinuated. He held your hands in his own and leaned forward as you shifted yourself to the side, your legs hanging off the edge of the bed. 

Already, the disorientation on your face was difficult to stomach. You swayed backward with a pinched expression and your nostrils flared in frustration, but Azriel only held your hands firm and steady. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” he comforted, allowing his thumb to brush your knuckle. “Anything hurt?”

You shook your head, your lips pressed in a tight line. Azriel forced himself into your field of vision and nodded, softly counting to three as your eyes darted quickly between both of his. As your legs straightened and Azriel’s hands held you up, you refused to break the connection. Azriel wouldn’t be the one to break it. 

You were shaky on your feet and completely unbalanced, but you were standing, and that was all Azriel could ask for. He gripped your hands tighter as your breathing deepened, the struggle evident on your face. 

“Feel okay?” Azriel asked. 

“No,” you grimaced. “But keep going,” you breathed out. 

“Okay, okay. Start with your right. I won’t let go of you.” 

And you did as he asked, albeit with a small groan and a look up at the ceiling. You abandoned the frustration in favor of staring directly at your feet and white-knuckling the grip on Azriel’s hands as you swayed and brought your right foot forward. The moment you placed it down you wobbled on it and had to right yourself three times, causing one of Azriel’s hands to come around your waist. 

You gritted your teeth but continued with your left foot with some encouragement from Azriel. He stepped back with each step you took forward, his hands glued to your body to correct the mistakes from your core. You made it six steps and Azriel was elated. He let out a small, breathy laugh. 

“You’re incredible,” he deemed. 

And it was so, so small, but the scoff-like laugh you offered was accompanied by a minuscule half-smile, and Azriel was over the moon. You looked up at him, a sarcastic upturn of your eyes lighting them up, and Azriel was struck then. 

Mate. 

Mate. 

It was so obvious, so clear. There was never anything but this. But you. 

You were meant to be his and he yours. Years of this pull to you, and he always thought it to be one of friendship. He’d always loved you, always, but he’d never humored the possibility of anything more. You’d seen him in his teen years. Gods, you’d seen him in his twenties when he was terribly full of himself without the credentials to be so. 

And he’d seen you through the decades of your life as well. 

But everything was so much clearer now. He’d always been protective of you, always been the first to follow you. That was part of why this had been so devastating—he’d let you down, left you alone. For another woman. 

Azriel felt his stomach lurch and then something rotten was left in his mouth. 

His mate—he’d let this happen to his mate. 

And what had he said in the store that day? When you’d asked him what would happen if he’d found his mate?

He’d said it wouldn’t matter, that Elain was bigger than a mating bond. 

Elain.

“Azriel?” Your worried tone snapped him back to the present. To the way your legs shook and your body swayed before him. He quickly scooped you up at your waist and held you close as he walked you back to the bed. 

“That’s enough for today,” he said, tucking you back into the bed. His hands were shaking. “Does anything hurt?”

“Are you okay?” you asked, and when you looked at him with your wide eyes, he was so angry at himself. 

Nothing made sense, but everything did. 

“I’m alright,” he reassured, placing a hand on the top of your head. “We need to take that slow. Your muscles need to be rebuilt along with your balance.” 

He needed to get out of this room. He needed to—

“I promise I’ll be able to do more tomorrow. You’ll… come back tomorrow, right?” 

Something was screaming at him. His shadows. They twisted and struck his ears before coming down to rest gently at your shoulders. 

“Of course I will.” 

~~

Original POV

Azriel did not come back the following day, or the day after that. 

Mor came on the first day, a smile plastered on her concerned face. She held her hands out as Azriel did and got you to walk ten steps before exhaustion made your legs shake. She sat beside your bed and went on and on about some shop in Velaris and you laid back and listened. 

You loved Mor, but it became hard to swallow when she was the one to walk through your door that morning. 

The next day, it was Cassian. 

He grinned and boasted about being the best person on the job, rounding your bed and heaving you up by your hips until you were pressed against his front. Cassian took a different approach to you relearning how to walk, placing your feet on top of his to move as he did. He was joking at first, laughter fresh in his tone, but he got serious as your brow twisted and your body swayed. 

“You got it,” he assured. He stepped back, his hands now just hovering over your hips as you balanced against him. “You’re doing great.” 

You gripped the sleeves of his shirt. “I should know how to walk,” you said through gritted teeth. “I shouldn’t have stayed in bed so long.” 

“You were healing. Resting. No one expected you to hop up and be fine, y/n.” 

“I moped for too long. This wouldn’t be so hard if I had started earlier.” 

“Hey—” 

Frustration had accumulated, building since realizing that you really were only a fraction of yourself, and that was probably why Azriel hadn’t come back. You clenched your teeth once more and pushed from Cassian’s body, finding the ground beneath your feet and ignoring the protest from the Illyrian before you—the one with his wings so tightly pressed to his back that you almost could forget they were there. Almost. 

But the action was short-lived. Cassian grappled for your waist as your body only allowed you two steps forward before you shot backward, an ache permeating down your spine as it tried to accommodate the movement. 

“Cauldron, y/n, warn a guy,” Cassian scolded, stepping you back to sit on the bed. “Did you do this with everyone or am I just special?” 

Frustration burned behind your eyes. You stayed silent as you scrubbed your hand down your face. You couldn’t even fling yourself back against the bed as you wanted, knowing that pain would radiate down your back if you did. 

You couldn’t do anything. The extra time you’d spent with Azriel had created a false sense of… something you needed to let go of. He was pitying you—that was all. You were a broken creature, and he felt responsible. 

“What was that about, huh?” Cassian asked, kneeling before you and looking up below a raised brow. 

“I’m broken,” you admitted, resolute and small. “That’s why Azriel won’t come back, isn���t it? I can’t walk. I’m not how I was. I let this happen to me. I should know how to walk.” 

Cassian’s tongue clicked as his head tilted to the side. “No, y/n, you’re not broken. You didn’t let anything happen to you. This is all—Gods, this is all a fucking mess. But the one thing you can know is that you aren’t broken. And Azriel—he’s dealing with something right now. He’s not avoiding you because you’re broken.” 

You stared back at him, the empty feeling slowly creeping back into your chest. You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded when Cassian gave you an expectant look. You would act as if you believed him, and the following day, when Azriel stepped through your door, maybe it felt a bit easier to lie. 

“Did you handle what you needed to?” you asked him, your hands cemented against his own as he guided you around your room. The words came out strained as your balance faltered. 

Azriel took a moment before responding, “You could say that.” 

“Was it Elain?” You hadn’t meant to ask the question, and the bitterness in your tone was new to even you, but it came out all the same. You avoided Azriel’s gaze as it snapped to your face. 

“Some of it,” he admitted. His eyes burned into you. You stared at your feet as you stepped. “But only some.” 

“How’s that working out for you?” 

“Y/n.” 

You stepped again. And again. It was easier each day, but that also spelled a more difficult future. The further you walked, the sooner you would have to come to terms with your wings being gone. Staying in bed helped you avoid that truth. 

You ignored Azriel’s call and stepped again. 

“Look at me. Please.” 

You shifted your jaw to the side but glanced up through your lashes and gave in to his request. Azriel’s beseeching expression made you falter. 

“I can never apologize fully for not being there that night. With Elain—“ Azriel paused, wincing. “I’ve been blind to what’s important. You tried to tell me. Everyone tried to tell me. I was so caught up in a chance at happiness. It was never about Elain.” 

You had no reply. Your legs were shaking. 

Azriel seemed to take a different approach. “I meant what I said before—that you’re incredible. You’ve pushed yourself so hard and we’re all proud of you.” 

“Is that why you didn’t come back when you said you would?” you asked. The tinge of bitterness remained. “Because you’re proud of me?” 

“I had to—y/n, there were things—“ 

“Just say you’ve been visiting out of pity, Azriel. That would make this easier.” 

You gripped his hands harder as your wave of frustration made walking more difficult. You grunted slightly and Azriel took that as a sign to shift your weight from your feet, holding you to his body even as you struggled against him, even as you averted your gaze. 

Gods, this was better when you kept your mouth shut. 

“I do not pity you. Y/n—y/n. I don’t, do you hear me?” 

“Why?” you stressed, pushing your hands against his chest in a futile escape attempt. “Why, Azriel? Too busy running after Elain to make room for it?” 

“Don’t say that. I already told you—“

“Just let me go.” 

“No.”

“Oh, so now you listen to me.” 

“Y/n—“ 

“This was already humiliating, Azriel. And then you said you’d be back and you weren’t,” you accused. “You got weird when I finally started walking and I know you only came in here because Cassian told you about yesterday.” 

“Yesterday?” he questioned. 

You rolled your eyes. It was so much easier to be angry than hurt. “When I asked about you. I know he can’t keep a secret.” 

Azriel only shook his head. “He hadn’t told me anything. I needed a few days because I’m the weak one. Me. I needed distance because I’m reminded, every time I see you, that I could have prevented this. Im selfish.

“And Elain,” he trailed off, hazel eyes flicking between yours. “I had to tell her that I’ve been a fool. I won’t be pursuing her anymore.” 

Your brows furrowed. You gave up fighting against Azriel, but he kept both of your hands in a grip at his chest, his other arm locked at your lower back. This felt like a weight lifted from your chest, but it wasn’t that easy. None of this was easy. 

“Why?” 

Azriel paused. 

Something flashed across his face, indecipherable to even you, but he covered it just as quickly.

“It wasn’t supposed to be her. I’ve always known that.” 

More silence blanketed the room. Your earlier anger melted into a white-hot embarrassment that lingered in the pit of your stomach. You’d never been one quick to anger. Azriel hadn’t even blinked an eye. 

“Can I help you back to your bed?”

You pressed your lips together. 

“I want to read with you, if that’s alright?” 

Your head turned down. You nodded. 

~~ 

Azriel’s POV 

Azriel couldn’t tell you. 

He couldn’t. 

It was clear that no bond lit up your chest as his did, and that made sense to Azriel. You’d been through a loss few could ever imagine. You were stuck in your head for most of the day, and then angry or numb for the rest of it. The only time you seemed to find reprieve was during conversation that had nothing to do with anything of meaning. 

Azriel would take what he could get. So he read beside you and helped you walk and he didn’t tell you that a bond connected your souls. 

How could he even broach the subject, anyway? When he had so openly pined after another woman? 

This was not the time. 

You needed to focus on yourself. He would focus on you and you would focus on yourself. 

It had been about a month since you began walking again, and two since your injury. He counted each day. On the second week of the third month, Azriel saw you in the hallway. Feyre walked alongside you as you trailed your fingers on the wall, and while it gave the air of a casual stroll, he could see his High Lady’s hand hover behind you. While he took effortful breaths to calm his excitement, his shadows did not. 

“Azriel, what terrible timing!” Feyre scolded, batting away the shadows as they stormed you. “I finally got her out here and you're going to knock her over with air.”

“I apologize,” he spoke, but he wasn’t sorry in the slightest. Despite your unsteady gait, you lit up as his shadows swirled around you, displacing your hair and clothes as you went. And then you laughed; a small sound, but one that Azriel felt in his chest. 

“Call them back,” you giggled. Azriel’s face warmed along with his chest. “I’m going to collapse into this wall if you don’t.” 

“Azriel,” Feyre called, and Azriel hadn’t noticed he was staring. He blinked and shook his head as if to clear it and tried to call his shadows back. And then tried again. 

They were stuck to you. 

“I really am trying,” he explained, taking a step closer. “They seem attached.” 

“I can’t imagine why,” Feyre groaned. She shot the Shadowsinger a look and wrapped her arm around your shoulder, tugging you into her side. “Idiot bats.” 

As the pair walked past him, his shadows still whispering along your arms, you hooked your chin over your shoulder, casting him a lingering gaze. It was odd to see your face with such clarity, no wings clouding his view. Even more odd was the uncomfortable way you walked; the leaning into Feyre’s side was more necessary than for the show. 

The strangest thing, however, was the tug in his chest that left him breathless. Every time you looked at him, that thread in his chest tugged and yanked and begged him to get closer. 

But this wasn’t the time. 

Maybe it wouldn’t be the time for several decades. 

Not after he let you down in such a way. 

He would spend the rest of his life making up for that, even if you were none the wiser to the bond between you. He would protect you for the rest of your life, as he was meant to do from the beginning. That feeling, the urge, only swelled as you turned forward and continued your walk with your High Lady, Azriel still hearing the remnants of your laugh in the hall as you went. 

A shadow broke away from your figure and lopped around his ear, reminding him that he actually did have a destination before he became so enraptured by you. It whispered to him hurriedly and Azriel had to break his gaze from your retreating back as he made his way to Rhysand’s study. Each step had him increasingly irritated; he should have been with you the day you decided to leave your room. 

He bit back his vexation when he felt the tension in the room. 

“Azriel. Good,” Rhysand greeted. The door swung shut. “Sit. We need to talk.” 

“That doesn’t sound promising,” Azriel remarked, shifting his leathers as he took a wide seat on the chair across Rhysand’s desk. 

From the couch beside him, Cassian let out a humorless chuckle. “I think you’ll find this quite promising, brother.” 

“As long as it’s quick. I have other things to attend to today.” 

Cassian sent a wry grin in Rhysand’s direction. “I told you he’d see her in the hall.” He turned back to Azriel. “Packed schedule today, Az?” 

“You know better, Cassian,” Rhysand chided, the lightness in his tone betraying the scolding nature of his words. 

“Is there an actual point to this discussion?” Azriel deadpanned. 

“Bond feeling a little loose?” 

Azriel threw him a dirty look. It hadn’t taken a genius to recognize the change in Azriel the day the bond snapped, his heightened aggression paired with the scent of you still lingering on his clothes had Cassian immediately clocking the Shadowsinger. He’d looked surprised—gaurded and surprised. Rhysand looked as if he’d been the one waiting for the bond to snap, and Azriel had sent him a myriad of questions. 

Namely: Why the hell wouldn’t he tell him he thought you were his mate? 

“Don’t taunt him, Cass.” 

“Where’s the fun in that?” 

“Are we getting to the point?” Azriel drawled. The desire to get back to you itched beneath his skin. Maybe you’d made it to the kitchen and he’d sit at the table beside you. 

Rhysand sighed. He tapped his finger against a piece of parchment laid on the desk. “I have correspondence from the northeast camp. From the spies you have placed there.” 

Azriel sat up in his chair. “Why wouldn’t they speak to me directly?” 

“I had them turn all communication over to me. You’re too close to this and I wouldn’t have you acting rashly and putting yourself in unnecessary danger.” 

“They are my spies—” 

“I didn’t do it to undermine you, Azriel,” Rhysand interrupted, raising a hand in surrender. “You can’t tell me that if you got word her attackers were found you wouldn’t immediately rush into that camp without a plan or even a weapon.” 

Azriel breathed hard from his nose and clenched the wooden chair arms between scarred fingers. 

In the silence, Rhysand continued. “I wouldn’t expect anything less, brother. But you understand why that was a risk I couldn’t take.” 

“What did the correspondence say?” Azriel gritted out, his mood depleted of the lightness you had brought. 

Rhysand eyed Cassian on the other side of the room before fixing his gaze on his Spymaster. “The escaped attackers have been identified. They aren’t contained, and no one even knows where they are, but we know who they are.” 

Fiery rage met Azriel’s soured mood.

If only he knew of the terrors that would continue to fall. 

[dollyichi]

WE LISTEN AND WE DON’T JUDGE : BNHA EDITION . . . m—dni. f ! reader / n!pple play / anal m4sturbation / s^x toy mention / these ones are mostly nasty i think… / not proofread

FEATURING ⋮ bakugou, denki, midoriya, todoroki, tamaki, nejire, and kirishima

bakugou katsuki ⋮ sent you a hex code of a color and said to tell your nail tech to use that shade or the closest one. but he didn’t tell you to search it up so you get a surprise. when you got home you showed it to him with the pretty jewels on it too. and he only chuckles telling you “now we match.” and you didn’t understand until you actually looked at you nails and realized it was actually the color of his tip.

kaminari denki ⋮ woke up half asleep early in the morning and kissed you on the cheek. he knew he was naked since you guys had a ‘fun night.’ opened the closet with closed eyes and tried to get underwear to put on (struggled) before he went down to get a drink. when you woke up you put on his shirt and went down to the kitchen. seeing him spilling juice on the counter he probably fell asleep trying to pour it and missed the glass (it was half empty). not until you looked down to see him wearing your undies that’s almost too tight. didn’t realize it after you hugged him from behind, getting him to wake up and look down on your hands, and the pretty bear pattern on his ass.

midoriya izuku ⋮ got curious about anal but didn’t wanna ask you flat out if you wanted to try. but then he started overthinking it and thought it’d probably hurt. got too curious and searched it up and tried doing it on himself with his fingers and you get home catching him with two fingers in his own ass. “i-i was thinking of you!” “yeah no shit.”

todoroki shouto ⋮ you were doing temperature play, just wanted to try something new. you had an ice cube in between your lips and you’re dragging it along his body. he shuddered when you placed it on his nipples. circling around and letting it stay on the tip of his bud. your hands were also ice cold since you had a bowl of ice just for this. had him whimpering the whole time when you jerked him off. now he can’t cum anymore without you playing with his nipples—and that’s okay!

tamaki amajiki ⋮ you got him a polaroid camera so he could take pictures of whatever he liked. ended up taking photos of you and placed his favorite ones in his wallet. now currently in a restaurant about to pay for the bill when he went out to dinner with nejire and mirio. whipping out his wallet from his pocket to pay for his share and a photo of you falls out. “oh it’s y/n!” nejire says excitedly. tamaki was about to take it when he realizes which photo it was but he was too slow. nejire’s face instantly grimaces and gives it back to him—shoving it to his chest. “what was it?” mirio asks but she shakes her head not wanting to reveal it. tamaki apologizes profusely, face red and embarrassed . let’s just say the photo wasn’t very wholesome.

hado nejire ⋮ you were roommates and she saw your vibrator on the floor. it looked identical to a back massager she saw online that looked like it felt good and decided to give it a try until you had to explain what it was. both of you were really embarrassed after but she offered to eat you out after though! ended up becoming her girlfriend since then.

kirishima eijiro ⋮ you invited todoroki to eat dinner in your shared home with eijiro since he just moved into your neighborhood. you came home and called for your boyfriend while todoroki was just behind waiting for him. he comes out in just an apron and you’re all frozen in shock. he wanted to plan a ‘sweet surprise’ but you didn’t give him a heads for the plans you made. dinner was moved the next night because eijiro was too embarrassed and todoroki felt like he didn’t want to ‘intrude’ any longer.

do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

note : i don’t know what to say about this it’s rlly just for fun and thought about on the spot >< also pls send me thirsts i am losing ideas!!!!!

[ohdeerfully]

alastor request HAI can it be based on the fact that alastor doesn't sleep, and it's his lover finding out that petting his ears during cuddling makes him fall asleep.

thank you for your service

yess i love sleepy alastor thank u so much anon :D!!

Goodmorning, Love

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You were well aware of the Radio Demon’s sleep habits. Or, well, lack of sleep habits. You often spent nights in his room, where he would sit with you in bed until you fell asleep and go do whatever the hell he gets up to late at night. You always woke up in an empty room, and often so in the middle of the night, struggling to rest again as a greedy tightness gripped your chest in worry and disappointment.

You understood, though, and tried your best not to let it get to you that you didn’t have his warm body next to you when you woke every morning. But you couldn’t help that twinge of sadness. You weren’t particularly needy or clingy, but would it kill him to stay in bed with you for a single night? And to have a slice of domestic bliss as you woke up?

Obviously. 

You roll your eyes as you lay, staring up at the ceiling. You had just gotten ready for bed, and now waited for said demon to join you for a few hours. Your fingers tapped, impatient, against your chest as you hummed absentmindedly.

“How lovely,” You heard him speak. Tickles of that radio static that always followed him clung to your exposed skin, which was signal enough that he had entered the room had he not announced himself. “What a siren you are, luring me here with that hum of yours.”

You smiled slightly at his comment, scooching over slightly to encourage him over. He obliged, joining you under the covers. He still wore his usual outfit, which made sense considering his tendency to go away all night. You purse your lips at the thought, slightly chewing on the skin.

“Why the face?” Of course he noticed your expression. He always noticed when any emotion tickled your face. You appreciated the genuine tone in his voice, the typical buzz of radio barely detectable in his words. He always got a little softer and kinder when he was alone with you like this.

You appreciated nights with him, being able to see a side of him that nobody else would live to spread word of. You enjoyed feeling a little special, especially to somebody like him.

“Do you think you could stay in,” You asked cautiously, fiddling with your hands as you inched closer to him, pressing your body against his. Even laying, he still seemed much taller than you. You gingerly guided his head down, against your chest as you spoke, hoping the multitasking would keep him from sitting up and rejecting your intimate gestures. “Just for a night. I miss you all night long.”

He allowed his head to lay against you. He did feel tense, of course, letting the back of his head be exposed in this manner as he lay vulnerable on you. It was a strange feeling, but not one he cared to consider for too long. 

“(Y/N),” He began with a sigh. “It’s impossible for me to get much done during the day, what with all the running around Charlie does. Somebody has to keep an eye on that young princess. I prefer to stay awake to get my own errands done at night.” 

I know that, you wanted to say and interrupt his explanatory ramble. You wanted to beg him to understand, just this once. You held in a sigh, watching as his head gently rose and fell with every breath you took. Maybe you should just take this submission from him as good enough.

You gingerly began tangling your fingers through his red hair, brushing out any kinks he may have gotten throughout the day. His tense body seemed to ease slightly, becoming more and more relaxed as you weaved your fingers through the locks.

“You have really soft hair, Al,” You commented, changing the subject. You figured there was no use convincing him. You let your fingers lightly trail upwards, up to his ears. You grazed them slightly with a finger. You touched again. When he made no motion of dislike, you fully began rubbing them. Petting him. You smiled to yourself at the idea of petting the feared Radio Demon. “And your ears are even softer.”

“I try to take care of myself,” He responded proudly. There was another hint of something in his voice, but you couldn’t quite place what it was. But it seemed heavy. “A well groomed man is a successful one.” You absentmindedly agreed as you stroked the velvety fur of his ears, switching back and forth between them and his hair. You had a preference for the ears, though.

You sighed and began humming quietly again. He rarely got so… comfortable, even around you. He always had some sort of guard up, always had his shoulders squared. He almost never became so… loose and vulnerable.

You noticed the clippings of radio frequency had stopped, which was a noise that was ever present in his wake. You had a suspicion why it disappeared, a small grin forming on your face.

Yes, the Radio Demon never slept. But that was a choice he made, not a curse that prevented him. Even demons get tired. You don’t know how Alastor makes it day by day without a wink of rest, but it was apparent that exhaustion had built up in him. He just needed to relax for a second.

You graced your fingers over his fringe, and craned your neck in a way to get a glance at his face. Yeah, you were right. 

He laid there, eyes shut, features relaxed with the lightest grin playing on his face. Even in sleep, you complained. It didn’t really matter. What mattered was the sound of his deep, slow breathing and occasional twitch of his velvety ears. You briefly wondered what the Radio Demon would dream about.

Would he be aggravated with you when he woke up, realizing you had practically cast a sleep spell on him? You didn’t, but the rate of which exhaustion took over may as well have been some sort of magic.

You shut your own heavy eyes, exhaling lightly as you continued to comfort yourself with the texture of his fur and hair. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep.

You craned your arms and neck as consciousness came back to you, but an unfamiliar weight kept you from getting that good stretch in. Momentarily confused, you blinked open and looked down.

Red and black hair, more of a mess than usual, still took place on your torso. This was a first, and your chest felt like exploding with the glee of seeing Alastor still resting with you. He somehow looked even more relaxed than the night before, his cheek flush against your stomach, squishing his lips up slightly. A light grin was still there.

You gently brushed your fingers over his face, trailing a line around his features with an index finger. His eyes squeezed for a moment, and that static ambience of his slowly, quietly, returned. It was a noise that you had learned to find comfort in. He slowly opened his red eyes, a confused and sleepy daze clouding them. There was a wrinkle in his brow as he roughly propped himself up with an elbow, looking up at you with a furrowed expression.

“(Y/N)..?” He trailed, pausing to take in a shuddering morning yawn through a confused smirk. “Did I… Dear, what time is it?”

You looked at him tenderly. Oh, how cute he was, sleepy like this. Composed like an exhausted kid. Something even you have never seen before.

“Yeah,” You responded to his unspoken question. “It’s probably seven a.m. or so. I dunno.” There wasn’t a clock in your immediate line of sight.” “A.m. …” He said slowly. He sat up fully, looking down in disappointment at his wrinkled day wear. He quickly blinked the sleep from his eyes and managed to bring some composure to himself, but that lick of exhaustion was still prominent. Especially under his eyes.

“Yeah,” You said again, a light chuckle following. “Goodmorning, Al.”

He wasn’t obviously upset, it seemed. Though he probably was too tired to think about it too much yet. Maybe later.

“Well… Goodmorning, love.” He responded, still with a hint of confusion in his voice. “I suppose I accepted your plea from last night.” He brushed at his clothes while he spoke, trying to flatten out the creases that were brought on through a night of rest.

“Maybe more often?” You asked, twiddling your thumbs in anticipation. You already knew the answer, but it was okay. You knew how to keep him in now. You mischievously smirked as he closed his eyes and shook his head.

“Unlikely.”

[hazelira]

cravings & regrets

It was the middle of the night when you shook Heeseung awake.

"Hee," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

He grunted, shifting in bed. "What is it, baby?"

You hesitated briefly before softly pleading, "I want ice cream."

Heeseung groaned, rubbing a tired hand over his face. "Baby, it’s…" He unquestioningly reached for his phone on the nightstand, squinting at the time. "Three in the morning."

"And?"

His lips pressed together. He was exhausted. He’d spent all day working, running errands, making sure you were comfortable. He just wanted one night of uninterrupted sleep. "Can’t it wait until morning?"

The silence that followed was heavy.

You exhaled sharply, sitting up in bed. "Forget it," you muttered, pushing the blankets off.

Heeseung turned his head, watching you retreat to the living room. He wanted to call you back, apologize, and tell you he’d go—but his body felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion.

Minutes later, Heeseung woke up to an empty bed.

His arms instinctively reached for you, but all he felt were cold sheets.

A frown tugged at his lips. Maybe you were in the washroom?

But then he heard movement from the living room.

Curious—and slightly uneasy—Heeseung pushed himself up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he stepped out of the bedroom.

His heart dropped at the sight before him.

You were sitting on the couch, struggling to put on your shoes. Your fingers fumbled with the laces, trembling slightly, frustration etched into every movement. Your lips were pressed together, a quiet exhale leaving them as your free hand cradled your belly.

"Please, baby, stop kicking, I know you're hungry." Your voice was barely above a whisper. "Just let Mommy go get our ice cream."

Heeseung’s stomach twisted with guilt.

You were really about to go.

Alone.

At three in the morning.

Because he hadn’t listened.

"Baby."

Your hands stilled. Slowly, you turned your head, eyes meeting his.

"Heeseung, go back to bed."

He ignored your words, closing the distance between you and kneeling in front of you. His hands found yours, gently prying them away from your laces. "You were really about to go by yourself?"

You looked away. "I didn’t want to bother you anymore."

A sharp pang hit his chest.

Heeseung sighed, bringing your hands to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. "You never bother me," he murmured.

"You were tired," you said, voice small.

"I should’ve gotten up anyway," he admitted. "You asked me for one thing, and I—" He sighed heavily, shaking his head. "I’m sorry."

A beat of silence passed before you finally exhaled. "I just really wanted it, Hee."

"I know, baby," he whispered. "I’ll go get it now."

You blinked. "But—"

"No ‘buts.’ You’re not going anywhere." Heeseung gently took your jacket and shoes, returning them to the door hanger and shoe rack before returning them to you. He guided you to sit comfortably on the couch, ensuring a blanket was draped over you. "Just rest, okay? I’ll be back soon."

"…Three tubs?"

Heeseung chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Three tubs or all of them. Any flavours you want, baby."

And as he stepped out into the cold night, he made a silent promise.

No matter how tired he was, he always got up for you.

The cold night air stung Heeseung’s skin as he stepped out of the apartment complex, hoodie barely enough to shield him from the late-night chill. He exhaled, his breath fogging in the cold as he shoved his hands into his pockets and started toward the nearest convenience store.

He should have gone the first time you asked.

That thought gnawed at him the entire walk there. The image of you struggling to put on your shoes, whispering to the baby inside you, still played in his head like a bad dream.

You didn’t want to bother him anymore.

It made him feel like the worst husband in the world.

By the time he reached the store, Heeseung was already pulling out his phone, scrolling through your texts in search of past cravings. He knew you liked vanilla, but you swore by chocolate some days. Then there was the weird strawberry and caramel combination you’d been obsessed with last month.

"Hey, man, you good?"

The cashier, a tired-looking guy around his age, raised an eyebrow as Heeseung stood frozen in the ice cream aisle, staring at the tubs like they held the answers to life itself.

"My wife’s pregnant," Heeseung explained, running a hand through his hair. "I messed up, and I need to fix it."

The cashier let out a knowing chuckle. "Ah, cravings. Been there, man. Just get one of each."

Heeseung blinked, then nodded quickly. "Right. One of each."

Moments later, he walked out of the store with a bag full of ice cream tubs—French vanilla, chocolate chip cookie dough, mango, salted caramel, and even cookies and cream, just in case. It was excessive, sure, but after tonight? He’d rather be safe than sorry.

When Heeseung returned home, the living room was quiet.

You were curled up on the couch, a blanket pulled up to your chin, eyes closed. Your breathing was steady, but your brows were still slightly furrowed, like you hadn’t fully relaxed even in your sleep.

Heeseung’s heart clenched.

Carefully, he set the bag down in the kitchen before reaching you. He crouched beside the couch, brushing a gentle hand over your hair. "Baby," he murmured.

You stirred, letting out a sleepy hum.

"I got your ice cream," he whispered.

Your eyes fluttered open, still groggy. "…You did?"

Heeseung nodded, smiling softly. "Five tubs. Every flavour you like."

A small, sleepy laugh escaped you. "Five?"

"I didn’t wanna risk getting the wrong ones," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just wanted to make sure you had what you wanted."

Your gaze softened as you reached up to cup his cheek. "Thank you, Hee."

Heeseung leaned into your touch, exhaling slowly. "I’m sorry for earlier," he murmured. "I should’ve gotten up the first time you asked. You shouldn’t have felt like you had to go alone."

You were silent for a moment before shaking your head. "I was just… frustrated," you admitted quietly. "The cravings are bad, and the baby kicking didn’t help. I didn’t mean to make you feel guilty."

Heeseung sighed, resting his forehead against yours. "Still. I never want you to feel like you can’t ask me for things. You and our baby come first, always."

Your fingers traced light patterns on his cheek. "You got up in the middle of the night for me."

He huffed a soft laugh. "Of course I did. I’ll do it again if I have to."

You smiled, your eyes filled with warmth now. "You’re the best husband."

Heeseung grinned. "I know."

You rolled your eyes playfully before murmuring, "Can we eat the ice cream now?"

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before standing up. "Yeah, baby. Let me get you a spoon."

And as he watched you sit up, eyes lighting up at the sight of the ice cream tubs, Heeseung knew—no matter how exhausted he was, no matter what time it was—he’d do this for you again in a heartbeat.

You sat cross-legged on the couch, a blanket draped over your lap as Heeseung set the ice cream tubs in front of you. Your eyes sparkled with satisfaction as you reached for the first tub, quickly scooping a spoonful into a bowl.

"Wait," Heeseung murmured, watching you with an amused smile. "You're mixing all of them?"

You nodded, barely paying him attention as you grabbed another scoop—French vanilla, chocolate chip cookie dough, mango, salted caramel, cookies and cream. Each melted slightly into the next, creating a chaotic blend of colours and flavours.

Heeseung leaned back against the couch, shaking his head. "That’s insane."

You glanced up at him with a teasing smirk. "And yet, I’m the one carrying your baby, craving insane things."

He laughed, stretching an arm over the back of the couch as he watched you take the first bite. The second the spoon hit your tongue, you let out a slight, satisfied hum, your body visibly relaxing as the craving was finally happy.

"Is that good?" Heeseung asked, his voice softer now and filled with quiet fondness.

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "So good."

Heeseung chuckled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Glad to know my lack of sleep was worth it."

You cracked one eye open, a guilty smile tugging at your lips. "I’ll make it up to you."

"You already did," he murmured, gaze flickering down to your belly. "By giving me our baby."

Your heart swelled at his words, and for a moment, the exhaustion, cravings, and frustration from earlier faded into something warm, something safe.

"You wanna try?" you asked, holding the spoon to him.

Heeseung grimaced playfully. "I don’t know if I trust that combination."

You rolled your eyes, scooping another bite and holding it closer. "Come on, Hee. For me?"

He groaned dramatically before leaning in, letting you feed him. The moment the flavours hit his tongue, his face twisted in confusion.

"Yeah, no," he muttered after swallowing. "That is not a normal mix."

You giggled, licking the spoon yourself. "More for me, then."

Heeseung just shook his head, smiling as he watched you eat.

A few minutes passed in comfortable silence before he spoke again, voice barely above a whisper. "Hey."

You glanced at him. "Hmm?"

"Promise me next time you want something this bad, you’ll wake me up again," he murmured, reaching for your free hand and lacing his fingers through yours. "Even if I grumble or complain, just wake me up."

Your fingers squeezed his. "I promise."

And with that, Heeseung relaxed, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand as you continued eating.

Even if he lost sleep every night for the rest of your pregnancy, it would still be worth it—because he’d do anything for you and the little life you were bringing into the world together.

As the minutes ticked by, the ice cream in your bowl slowly melted into a sugary swirl, but you were too full to finish it. You sighed contentedly, setting the spoon down with a soft clink.

"Done?" Heeseung asked, peering at your half-empty bowl.

You nodded, stretching your arms with a sleepy hum. "I think I ate too fast," you admitted, rubbing your belly.

Heeseung chuckled, gently reaching out to place his palm over your bump. "You okay, baby?" he murmured, not just to you but to the tiny life growing inside you.

As if in response, a slight kick nudged against his hand.

His eyes widened slightly before his lips curled into the softest smile. "Still active, huh?"

You giggled. "I think they liked the ice cream."

Heeseung kept his hand there, thumb rubbing slow circles against your stomach. He looked so in awe—like feeling his child move inside you was the most incredible thing in the world.

A lump formed in your throat.

You had moments like this before, but something about how he looked at you now—completely present, entirely yours—made you emotional.

"Hee," you whispered.

He glanced up at you, eyes warm and full of love. "Yeah?"

You swallowed, your free hand reaching out to touch his cheek. "I love you."

His expression softened even more, and without hesitation, he leaned in to press a lingering kiss to your lips. It was slow, full of silent apologies and promises, the kind of kiss that made you forget everything else.

"I love you too," he whispered against your lips. "So much."

You smiled, feeling sleepier by the second.

Heeseung noticed. "Come on," he murmured, carefully setting your bowl aside before helping you. "Let’s go to bed."

"But I was comfy here," you whined playfully.

Heeseung rolled his eyes fondly. "Yeah? You’re gonna be comfier in bed, baby."

You let him lead you, his arm wrapped securely around your waist as he guided you back to your shared bedroom. Once you were under the blankets, he climbed beside you, immediately pulling you close.

Your head rested against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful state.

"Wake me up if you need anything," Heeseung murmured, lips brushing against your forehead.

You hummed sleepily. "Even if it’s for ice cream?"

"Even if it’s for ice cream," he confirmed, his arms tightening around you.

And with that, you drifted off, safe and warm in your husband’s embrace, knowing that no matter what—no matter how exhausted he was—he’d always take care of you.

The following day, Heeseung woke up before you.

It wasn’t intentional—he just happened to stir before the alarm, eyes fluttering open to the early sunlight filtering through the curtains. He first noticed the warmth pressed against him, your body curled into his side, one hand resting over his chest.

A lazy smile tugged at his lips.

You were still asleep, breathing slowly and steadily, and your face was peaceful in the soft morning glow. Heeseung’s heart swelled at the sight, and he carefully shifted to kiss your forehead, not wanting to wake you yet.

Last night’s events played in his mind, and he sighed quietly.

He still felt guilty for not getting up the first time you asked. He hated that you’d been so desperate for something as simple as ice cream that you were willing to go alone in the middle of the night despite how exhausted and uncomfortable you must have been.

Heeseung promised himself he wouldn’t let that happen again.

Careful not to disturb you, he slipped out of bed, padding into the kitchen. The ice cream tubs were still in the freezer, untouched, except for the ones you ate. Heeseung smirked, shaking his head at the ridiculous amount of flavours he had bought.

He could already imagine you teasing him about it later.

Instead of thinking too hard, he started preparing breakfast—something light but comforting. He knew your appetite had been over the place lately, so he settled on making soft scrambled eggs, buttered toast, and a small fruit bowl.

As he moved around the kitchen, he kept stealing glances toward the bedroom, listening for any signs of you waking up. He wanted you to sleep as much as possible. You deserved it after last night.

Just as he was about to pour you a glass of water, he heard soft footsteps.

Turning around, he saw you standing in the doorway, hair messy from sleep, eyes still half-lidded. You were wearing one of his oversized hoodies, the sleeves covering your hands, making you look even smaller despite your growing belly.

His heart squeezed at the sight.

"Morning, baby," Heeseung greeted, voice gentle.

You yawned, rubbing your eyes before blinking at him. "You left the bed."

He chuckled, setting the glass down before walking over to you. "Just to make breakfast." He reached out, pulling you close so he could press a kiss to your temple. "How’re you feeling?"

You leaned into him, arms looping around his waist. "Better. Still tired."

"Go sit down," he murmured, rubbing your back. "I’ll bring your food."

You didn’t protest, letting him guide you to a chair at the dining table. Heeseung placed the plate in front of you before sitting across from you, watching you take your first bite.

The second you let out a pleased hum, Heeseung felt his shoulders relax.

"Good?" he asked, a small smile on his lips.

You nodded, chewing happily. "You take such good care of me, Hee."

Heeseung’s heart melted at your words. Reaching across the table, he took your free hand in his, squeezing gently.

"Always," he murmured.

And in that quiet morning light, as you shared breakfast together, Heeseung knew it would always be worth it no matter how exhausted or inconvenient.

You sighed happily, the warm breakfast filling you with much-needed comfort. Heeseung sat across from you, his hand still holding yours as if he didn’t want to let go. You knew he felt guilty about last night, even if he hadn’t said it outright.

"Hee," you murmured between bites.

He looked up from his plate. "Yeah?"

You gave his fingers a reassuring squeeze. "You don’t have to feel bad about last night."

His lips parted slightly like he was about to protest, but you beat him to it.

"I get it," you continued. "You were tired. I was just being stubborn." You poked at your eggs with your fork, feeling a little embarrassed now that you were thinking about it with a clearer head. "I should’ve waited until morning instead of trying to go out alone."

Heeseung exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. "Still," he murmured, eyes filled with guilt, "I don’t like the thought of you struggling alone, even if it’s over something small. You’re carrying our baby, Y/N. I want to be there for you—even when I’m half-asleep and grumpy."

Your chest ached at his sincerity.

"You are here for me," you reassured him. "Always. You came through last night, didn’t you?"

Heeseung let out a soft chuckle. "After being a pain in the ass about it."

You smiled, lifting his hand to press a kiss against his knuckles. "I love you—even when you’re a pain."

His expression softened, and before you could react, he was out of his chair, crouching beside you. He rested his forehead gently against your belly, hands cradling your sides.

"And I love you," he whispered, speaking to you and the little life inside you. "Both of you."

Your throat tightened, and you were overwhelmed with emotion. You ran your fingers through his soft hair, letting the moment linger.

Then, Heeseung pulled away just enough to look up at you, a teasing glint in his tired eyes.

"…So, no more midnight ice cream runs?"

You bit your lip, suppressing a smile. "I mean… I can’t promise that."

He groaned dramatically, dropping his head onto your lap while you giggled, fingers still tangled in his hair.

"Yeah, that’s what I thought," he muttered against the fabric of your hoodie.

Despite his complaint, you knew—without a doubt—he’d do it all over again if you asked.

Because Heeseung loved you.

And he would always choose you.

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I Saw Mommy Kiss Santa!- The Love And Deepspace Men

in order: xavier x reader, zayne x reader, rafayel x reader, sylus x reader summary: your child(ren) caught you and santa kissing! genre: fluff fluff + silly + drabble a/n: hihi again lovelies ! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ justt one moree holiday drabble just bc i love the holidays and i've always wanted to do holiday posts! this isn't proof read btw i had the idea written out and i wanted to make sure this gets posted before christmas at least- i hope you all enjoy reading and i hope you all have a happy holidays! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

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Xavier:

it was well past midnight meaning it was officially christmas day. the cookies you and the kids had left out were completely gone, quite literally no crumbs on that plate and the glass of milk was left empty right beside it.

although xavier didn’t really like the idea of santa claus, he could tell how excited his boys were when santa was going to visit overnight. you had mentioned that they might try to peek, given how excited they were that they couldn’t sleep, so xavier thought it was a good idea to help keep the surprise.

however both of you didn’t expect that they would peek in the worst possible moment.

xavier had just finished placing the last presents under the tree while you were wrapping up the dishes you’d used to bake with the boys. as you walked over to him, you’d admire the scene he’d set up for them so perfectly, you couldn’t help but smile. it truly did look like santa had come.

you lean in to kiss xavier, his hands naturally wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer. but little did you both know, your two boys had quietly sneaked down the stairs and were watching from the steps.

before either of you could react, they charged at xavier with plastic swords in their hands, ones that he had given them, and began attacking him. he was quick to stop them and the boys froze, their eyes wide in realization.

“huh? but we saw santa..where did he go?” the older one asked, clearly confused. their plan had failed.

“um.. ho ho ho? merry christmas?” xavier scratches the back of his head awkwardly as he sets their toys down on the couch.

“papwa where did santa go?” the youngest asked, his voice trembling as tears were welling up in his eyes.

“santa was in a hurry tonight,” xavier says softly, kneeling down to their level and pats both of his son's head. “santa was nice enough to lend me his suit..so i became santa’s helper.”

you crouch down beside them, trying to calm them down. “why did you attack your father? i’m sure santa wouldn’t have liked that.” you asked softly.

“we saw santa kiss you momma!” they exclaimed in unison.

xavier turns his gaze to, an eyebrow raised in disbelief. “santa kissed you?”

you had to explain to xavier later that he was santa after you put the boys back to bed.

Zayne:

it was well past midnight meaning it was officially christmas. your daughter was tucked into bed while you and your husband just waited a little longer to ensure she was asleep before starting to make it look like santa visited.

your husband loved you and your daughter more than anything. which is why tonight he was determined to make it perfect and the reason why he was wearing the santa suit you had secretly bought him. it was an effort to see that big smile on her face when she woke up. however you try to hold back your laughter every time you pass by him in that red suit.

zayne used his evol to make a few final touches to the scene. he conjured up a powdery snow on the floor, carefully leaving footprints to mimic santa’s path. he made sure to eat the cookies and drink the milk that you and her left out, also leaving snowy handprints. zayne also made sure to leave a beautifully written thank you note near the empty plate, making sure it was written differently than his.

once everything was perfect, you leaned into him as he wrapped an arm around your waist, the other gently cupping your cheek as he leaned in for a soft kiss. as he pulls away, he whispers, “merry christmas my love.”

but neither of you were unaware that from the spot behind the stairs, your daughter had peeked through the railings, watching you kiss santa.

christmas morning

your daughter came running into your bedroom, squealing in excitement as she jumps onto your bed. she tugs both of you to get up as she drags you both down to the living room where a mountain pile of presents laid under the tree.

but there was a moment of hesitation on her face. you exchange a curious glance with zayne as your daughter stopped in front of the tree.

“what’s wrong dear?” zayne asked, kneeling down to her level.

she twiddles her thumbs nervously, her gaze darting back and forth between you and zayne. “well..” she hesitates, “i-i know i wasn’t suppose to be awake last night.. but i hear santa’s boots and i wanted to see if he was really there. and he was!”

you raised a brow, realizing what she meant. but you didn’t understand why she seemed so conflicted. “you heard santa? did he wake you?”

you daughter nodded eagerly, “yes i saw him! but..i saw mommy kiss santa!” her voice trembling.

you both froze for a moment, exchanging a look. zayne tried his best not to crack a smile but you could see the corners of his lips twitching.

“no, no hon,” you try to reassure her before it escalates to anything else, “i didn’t kiss santa.”

zayne nods along, “it’s true she didn’t kiss santa. she was just giving him a hug, my love.”

your daughter’s eyes widened with curiously as she darts her gaze between you and zayne, “really?”

zayne smiles softly, lowering himself to her height. “yes, mommy was just thanking santa for all the presents because you’ve been such a good girl this year.”

relief flooded your daughter’s face, making you both relax. her smile lights up the room as she threw her arms around you both, hugging you tightly. “yayyy! santa must like mommy a lot then!” she chirps happily.

“of course he does. now, let’s see what he’s brought you this year.”

Rafayel:

surprisingly it did not take you that long to convince rafayel to play santa. sure, it was meant for you rather than for the kids but he took the role very seriously even when the children weren’t evem around to witness it.

all he had to do was eat the cookies, stomp around in his boots to make sure the kids could probably hear him in the living room and neatly arrange the presents under the tree. but no, rafayel decided to go all out. and honestly, you couldn’t say no his dedication and work.

he starts by making a grand entrance, the sound of jingling sleigh bells ringing near the children’s room, only for it to backfire. the noise woke up the kids and they all debated if they should sneak out to see if santa was really here.

rafayel didn’t stop there just yet. he called a in a few of his friends, the seagulls, to nibble on the carrots left for the reindeers, making sure there were a few crumbs scattered to ensure they were eaten. he even made sure to leave tracks outside the house to show that reindeers were definitely there.

but that wasn’t the end of it. using powdered sugar, he carefully creates santa’s footsteps around the living room to make it look like santa himself had walked around and set up the presents. as you finished up filling the fifth stockings and stepped back to admire the scene, you couldn’t help but feel excited when your children wake up in the morning.

rafayel steps out of the powdered sugar footprints and saunters over to you with a playful grin. “well? give santa a kiss?” he says, spreading his arms wide. you rolled your eyes playfully but you couldn’t resist. walking into his arms, you lean up to press a soft kiss against his lips. his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer while the other tangled gently in your hair, deepening the kiss.

but before either of you could fully enjoy the moment alone, you heard a small thud and a very panicked rafayel. “hey!! glub glubs-!”

the kids had been watching the entire kissing scene unfold from the stairs and before any of you could react they rushed over, tackling santa rafayel. the squealing stopped abruptly when they looked up. their faces frozen in confusion as they realize it’s their father.

“fawther?” one of them asks, eyes wide.

“papa?” the other repeats, staring at him in total disbelief.

“you..you’re santa?”

rafayel sat up as he brushed himself off, “listen glub glubs..don’t tell anyone okay?” he winks at them, motioning for them to come closer. “you see.. us lemurians actually work with santa. we have an important job in making sure sharks don’t eat him if the reindeers fall asleep. and this year.. santa needed a little help making sure your presents came in extraaaa safely!” he closes his eyes dramatically while nodding. he knew he played it off well when he hears the kids gasp and squeal in excitement

rafayel grins, standing up and playfully ruffling their hairs. “yupp! now let’s get you all back to bed. ya know you shouldn’t be up right now or santa might come back and take all your presents away!” he teases as they gasp in unison, shaking their heads furiously.

“what if he comes back and kisses mommy this time?”

rafayel chuckles as he turns his gaze to you and raises a brow, “puh-lease. as if i’d ever let him.”

Sylus:

it was a few hours past midnight, meaning christmas had finally arrived. while your daughter was tucked in, you and sylus worked under the warm glow of the fireplace and the tree lights, setting up presents and carefully arranging them to make it look like santa paid a visit.

you thought it would be funny handing him a red suit and boots to stomp loudly on the floor but little did you know sylus had his own revenge. with a smirk, he hands you a silly oversized elf hat. ‘my perfect little helper’ he teases.

you carefully stuffed extra toys and candy into her stockings that hung over the fireplace as sylus made a show eating a few of the cookies you had baked together with her, making sure to offer you a couple bites as well. he made sure to leave her a special postcard for her and made sure to ‘accidentally’ drop one of santa’s golden bell.

when you both finished setting everything up, you stood back and admired both your work. everything was perfect and you couldn’t wait for your baby girl to see that santa had visited.

sylus slips his arm around your waist, pulling you close. he lowers his height and presses his soft lips against yours as you slip off the ugly elf hat he’d given you. but neither of you knew that your daughter along with mephisto was quietly watching from behind the banister.

her eyes widened in disbelief as she exchanges looks with mephisto. how dare santa make a move on her mommy? before either of you could react, she charges down the stairs.

your daughter rushes straight at sylus, who was dressed as santa while mephisto swung at you instead, squawking extra loudly as it flapped around you. your daughter tugs at santa sylus’s boots, wailing, “go away leave mommy alone!”

but when ‘santa’ crouches down at her, her eyes widened with shock. she realized that it was her father underneath the suit. he gently scoops your daughter up as he stops mephisto from attacking you. “what’s the matter, sweetie? you know you’re not supposed to be awake right now,” he says gently.

her eyes threatened to spill tears while her lower lip trembled, “i-i..i heard santa and I just wanted to see him! and then i saw mommy kiss santa!” she whimpered

sylus glanced at you with a raised row, trying not to crack a smile. “sweetie..don’t worry. mommy would never kiss anyone else but you and me,” he says softly, brushing her hair from her face. “santa knew you were awake, so we switched places.”

you daughter gasped, sitting up in sylus’s arms with wide eyes. she looked back and forth between you both, “waaowww!”

you were honestly equally impressed by how quick he had come up with an explanation and at how well he played along. “now, now..let’s all get some sleep and we can see what santa left us in the morning, okay?”

“yayyyy!” she cheered, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug.

[luxaofhesperides]

the beginning - danny

0.

The Lazarus Pit brings Danny back.

The child who went into them, however, is gone forever.

Danyal al Ghul is the soul who should reside in this body. Danyal has a life still to live and Danny died ages ago, old and surrounded by loved ones, ready to spend the rest of his forever in the Infinite Realms.

Something's gone terrible wrong, he thinks rather wryly, squinting through the cold green water that surrounds him. An ache echoes through his body and he brings a hand—small, a child's hand that shouldn't belong to him— to his stomach, where he can feel a large wound slowly pull itself together.

Did I get stabbed?

He means to continue the thought, but a sharp pain hits his head, making him curl up. He gasps and air bursts from his lungs, water rushing to fill in the empty space. Danny chokes, panicking, as memories slide into place, the lives of Danyal al Ghul and Danny Fenton fighting for dominance in his head. His lungs burn, throat working futilely to push water out, but there's nothing to be done.

Danny is a child again, and just like last time, he dies young.

1. So.

Assassins.

Danny honestly can't tell if this is a step up or a step down from mad scientist parents. On the one hand: he knows they loved him, as clumsy as it was, even though they loved their work more. On the other hand: assassin cult sounds like something out of a fairy tale, and while cool, is definitely not safe for kids.

And Danny, somehow, is a child again.

This really wasn't what he expected when he woke up on the sandy bottom of the pit. He's in ghost form, which is an unpleasant shock, but at least its familiar.

He is also, if his memory as Danyal serves him correctly, nine years old.

Kinda sucks that he died so young this time round. Didn't even make it to the double digits before he was taken out of the running.

He can't remember what it was like being so small in his last life. He can't imagine how anyone would look at a child and run them through with a sword. It's a cruel world he's woken up in. It's made worse by the fact that he's alone.

At least being down here without needing to breathe is giving him valuable time to think.

Danny has lived a full life already. He didn't really need or want another one, content to be a full ghost in the Infinite Realms. But going back isn't really an option, now that he's in a new body. The kid he could have been deserves to live fully, and the least Danny can do is live that life for them.

It'll be hard, but Danny's sure he can manage a decent life for himself.

Being presumed dead will make his escape from the assassins easier, though he'll miss getting the chance to meet his new mother; assassin as she is, Danyal knows her not by her blades but by her soft lullabies and jasmine-scented hair. The loss of her child must be hurting her deeply, but it's necessary. If Danny wants any semblance of a normal life, he has to leave her behind.

Besides, he's seen enough death. He doesn't want to ever be the cause of it.

So, he needs a plan for this new life.

Step one: get out of dodge.

The rest he'll figure out on the way.

2.

Turns out assassins weren't the most shocking thing in this new life.

No, that honor goes to superheroes.

Genuine, honest to God superheroes! With powers and everything!

To think that Danny once called himself a superhero. Ha! As if! He's nothing compared to the likes of Superman or the Flash or even Green Lantern. They're in another league. Literally. They're part of the Justice League, which has a whole slew of other heroes, and Danny is possibly their biggest fan.

Not like that's weird; most people in this world are huge fans of superheroes. Makes sense, since they're the ones who rely on their protection the most.

It does suck to know that his background belongs to that of a villain. Assassins aren't known for saving people, after all.

Part of him contemplates becoming a hero again, taking up the role of Phantom and joining the ranks of Superman. But he's had many years to come to terms with the loss of his teenage years and the bitterness that came with it. That experience, that life once lived, helps him decide each time that being a civilian is the gift this life owes him.

At thirteen, Danny lives in a foster home with six other kids. He's the oldest and has his hands full taking care of everyone else while their foster parents work three jobs between them to keep them all afloat.

When his younger siblings play superheroes, he gladly takes the role of the villain, swooping in with a blanket to kidnap away an innocent bystander that has to be rescued. He falls over dramatically at the end of each fight and praises his siblings' strength and teamwork, making them puff up with pride.

It's all fun and games so long as it only stays fun and games.

Superpowers are cool and all, but his came at the cost of his life, his health, his future. He knows, better than anyone, the price of being a hero. He knows that even Superman carries heavy losses on his shoulders, struggles under burdens no one can see.

He's lucky that the small town he ended up in—Luray, Virginia—has no heroes or villains. Too small a place to be on anyone's radar, apparently.

His classmates often complain about how they wish they could live in a big city where there's more to do, more to see, superheroes flying through the streets to protect them.

Danny is happy where he is. It's quiet, and small, and nothing like what he's used to, but it's safe.

That's all he really wants.

3.

Here's something that stays the same no matter what world he's in: Danny is a magnet for trouble.

If the trouble stopped at bullies, everything would have been fine. Danny could handle Dash, and he could handle Justin just as easily.

But the universe loves to escalate with Danny, specifically, which is why Danny had to reveal his powers when some villain-wannabe school shooter attacked his high school.

And to think he felt bad for Jackson when he didn't make it onto the track team.

Luray does not have a meta population. They're too small to have much of a population at all, and much of it is white which made him, half-Iranian, stand out even before he threw out a barrier of ice to protect his classmates a second before the gunfire began.

"Danny?!" his seatmate, Clarrissa, cries out in alarm.

"Everyone get out the window and run for it!" he orders, "I hold him back as much as I can!"

"You can't stay here!"

"Don't worry," Danny says, offering her a tight smile. "He couldn't kill me even if he tried. Now go!"

His classmates hadn't wasted any more time, sending him shocked looks as they escaped the classroom. A glimpse of his reflection in the window revealed glowing green eyes and blue mist wafting out of his mouth.

Looks like his time in Luray is up. He hopes his foster siblings won't be too mad at him for running away.

The gunfire stops, and Danny takes his chance to leap through his ice, intangible, and tackle Jackson, easily knocking the gun away from him.

"Monster!" Jackson spits at him, and Danny laughs.

"Bold of you to say that. I'm not to one trying to kill people."

He doesn't want to hear anything else that comes out of Jackson's mouth, so he knocks the guy out with a solid hit to a pressure point on his neck. Hopefully that'll keep him down long enough for the cops to get him.

Danny stands and means to leave, but something hits the back of his head hard and he's out before he realizes what's happened.

When he wakes up, he's strapped down to a table in what is undeniably a lab, and sighs.

At least he made it to sixteen before he went into another lab. Maybe in his next life he might even get all the way up to twenty before he's pulled back down here.

4. Though he has all his powers and a ghost form, that doesn't mean he is a ghost in this life.

No, he's fully a meta, which means meta-suppressing cuffs work on him.

It's not exactly a discovery he was hoping to have while locked up in a lab, but it's what he's got, so he has to roll with it. The cuffs are heavy on his wrists and around his throat, keeping him from escaping as a group of people in masks and lab coats bustle around, ignoring him.

His head is still foggy, though likely more from the drugs than the hit he took to his head.

He doesn't bothering talking to any of them; they don't see him as human, and Danny's dealt with enough of that in his past life.

Mad scientists love to talk though, so he still hears the gist of their plans: recreating the meta gene for normal people, making a profit from selling powers, getting rich and famous from their accomplishments. They had been using Jackson to get corpses for human testing, but they got Danny instead — someone they can harvest bio material for, a much better find than a couple dead kids.

If he had the energy to rage, Danny would have killed everyone in the room already. They planned to kill his classmates just for test subjects.

He doesn't want to be an assassin, but he'd gladly lean into those old lessons to make sure they never hurt anyone again.

But the cuffs and drugs do a good job of keeping him docile, barely able to think, as they transport him around to different locations and cut him open.

He's not sure how long it's been when they ease up on the drugs a bit. It still takes time for his body to work through everything, and he comes too with a throat that's dry and a stomach that hasn't had anything in it for quite some time.

The first thing Danny does when they start asking him questions is throw up on them.

If they wanted cooperation, they should have treated him better. This is fully on them.

It makes for a convincing argument for food and water and a bathroom break, at least, so he gets what he demands and takes care of his human body under the cold gazes of three scientists.

"You guys suck," he says conversationally. "Keeping test subjects alive is like basic knowledge. No wonder y'all suck at your jobs."

"Your comments aren't needed," one of the scientists says primly. "Get up. We need to study how using your powers affects your body."

They hook a bunch of different things onto him, then lock him in a glass cage and use the cuff around his throat to send jolts of electricity through him when he doesn't do anything. He throws a chunk of ice at them, watching as it breaks apart into small pieces when it hits the glass. The scientists scribble in their notepads, and when they look at him again, he flips them off.

He gets shocked again, but it's worth it.

The process repeats for another few hours, then he's pulled out of the cage, gets an IV stuck in his arm, and drops off into drugged oblivion before he has time to start throwing hands.

5.

It must have been months. Danny's not sure; it's hard to keep track of time when locked in isolation.

He knows he's fed at least once a day. He's been getting a tray of bland food at random times, but he's counted over 50 trays sliding through the little slot on the bottom of his cell door.

Turns out insulting scientists and their procedures is a bad idea, especially when he has the language to really bruise their egos.

So.

Isolation sucks.

But at least they don't drug him anymore!

The cuffs do their job of keeping him in place, and if he didn't have memories of another life to keep him company, he definitely would have lost his mind long ago.

There's other people in here, other metas. He's heard them screaming and begging for mercy. He's heard them go chillingly quiet. He wonders why there are so many superheroes in this world when not a single one has come to save them.

Surely at least one would notice metas disappearing and would investigate?

But no.

No one ever comes to save them.

So Danny needs to figure out a way past the cuffs, and then he can be Phantom again long enough to free the other metas and make every scientist involve pay for their crimes.

He just needs to wait.

He just needs—

6.

When Danny wakes up, the alarms are ringing. It makes his head pound, throbbing with each piercing sound.

He stumbles up, using the wall to keep his balance, and freezes when he sees that the door to his cell is open.

…Huh.

The hallway is bathed in red light when he steps out. No one's around. He wanders around the facility, searching for answers and only finds more questions.

There are other cells, also empty. Certain rooms have blood splattered across the walls and the floor, but no bodies. Labs are destroyed, broken glass on the floor. But every room is empty.

He wanders until he finds what must be a security room. There's a strange device dangling off a keychain on a rack, and Danny eyes it curiously. He runs his fingers around the cuff on his throat, feels the little depression where the collar comes together, and takes the rounded device. If it doesn't work, then it doesn't work.

But if it does work…

The cuff pops open easily, as if it hasn't been his greatest foe these past few months.

All at once, his strength returns to him. He has forgotten what it was like to breathe easily, to feel his powers come to his call so easily, to be reassured that he can take care of himself.

It's almost like coming back to life.

He transforms, settling back into his ghost form with relief, and flies through the facility in search of any other metas that may need help. He finds no one, but he does catch a glimpse of the outside.

The sky is so blue it almost hurts to look at. Part of the facility has been blown apart; rubble surrounds the place and the surrounding forest has been flattened. It looks as though a fight has moved through the area.

Maybe a superhero did come to save them? Rude of them to leave only Danny, though.

He continues his search, poking his head into different rooms and hallways. He finds a staircase going down and follows it into the basement. More labs greet him, and the glow of computers and strange vials of liquid leave him unsettled.

There's a green glow coming around the corner than reminds him of the Lazarus Pit he flew out of, once upon a time many years ago, and that's what draws him forward.

Tucked away in that familiar glow is a small body, floating in a tube of liquid. There's an oxygen mask attached to her face, but that doesn't stop Danny from recognizing her.

"Ellie?"

7.

Just like in one life, Danny is cloned. The difference is that this time, there's no reason for it, no insane godfather trying to recreate a version of him that will choose him.

No, this time it's from a group of scientists who should have known better, who decided to mess around with his genes, and brought his once little sister now daughter into such a cruel, dangerous world.

Danny barely remembers breaking the glass to get her out of there. He doesn't know where he found the coat to bundle her up in, flying out of the facility as fast as he could. He feels sick, knowing it's his fault that she's here now, forced into a painful, terrifying existence because he wasn't strong enough to save himself.

He's a runaway meta victim of mad science. He can't take care of her.

"I'm sorry, Ellie," he whispers to her, pressing a kiss against her head. "I'm so sorry."

She small in his arms. She barely weighs anything.

Danny blinks back tears and tries to find some place he can stop and rest, somewhere safe he can gather his thoughts and figure out his next steps.

This isn't like when he first woke up in this world, with both sets of memories.

This is Ellie.

She deserves more than just a wish and a half-baked plan for a better life.

She deserves a family that wants her, that can care for her, that can protect her. She deserves to grow up normally and not worry about destabalizing or being a replacement for him or being hunted down.

She deserves one life to be a kid and grow up safe and be whoever she wants to be.

Danny will never be able to give her that.

But maybe he can give her to someone who can.

8.

Danyal grew up with an assassin mother and a cruel grandfather who expected far too much from a child. He was taught to kill and be more weapon than child. He was taught the world was something for him to take, to protect, to water with blood.

Danyal was meant to be the next Demon Head, and the next Bat.

Danny knows he can't go to his mother. If they're both lucky, he will never have to see her again. Knowing his luck, he's already planning explanations for why he never went back to her.

Danny's father, on the other hand…

It didn't take much to put the pieces together. The notorious Bat is Batman, Gotham's vigilante and one of the founders of the Justice League. While a child would have been left confused by the many comments his mother made about his father, it was simple enough for Danny to line them up with what he learned about the heroes of this world and realize, oh, that's my dad.

It takes a few weeks of research, using public libraries with Ellie tucked securely in a wrap to his chest, but he's able to learn more about Batman.

The most important thing being that he has kids.

Of course, none of this is officially acknowledged, but everyone knows that the Robins are his kids. Current Robin, especially, likes to remind people that he's 'the son of Batman'.

Okay. Cool.

Danny has siblings.

Awesome.

He's… not looking forward to those conversations.

At least it means more people to look after Ellie. Assuming they take her in, which Danny's really hoping for.

But it's the best he can do, so Danny sets course for Gotham and hopes that just this once, everything will work out.

9.

Meeting the Bats of Gotham is a lot harder than he expected.

A week in the city and he's barely caught more than a glimpse of them. He can't dedicate a lot of time to tracking them down either, needing to break into grocery stores to get food for him and Ellie.

She's so quiet as a baby, and it terrifies him. She's only cried twice the entire time he's had her, and Danny spends every day begging her to hold on.

Time during the day is spent catching naps and researching common vigilante spotting areas in Gotham. He's got a map of Gotham taken from a library and has been steadily marking it up, putting stars in the best places to find a Bat. There are places all over the city, and Danny has no idea how to know which ones are the best.

The only thing he can do is wait at a different rooftop each night, clinging to Ellie, wondering if this is the last night he has with her.

On the ninth night, someone finally arrives.

"Step away from the edge," a voice demands.

Danny turns to see Robin approaching, hands held out as if to catch him. He's bigger than Danny was expecting. Which makes sense; most of the stories Danny got online are from when Robin was a kid, and it's been a few years since then. He must be a teenager now. Older, but still young.

"Robin," he manages to say, his throat tightening. It feels almost like there's a noose around it. It feels like that meta-suppressing cuff has clicked back into place, leaving him helpless.

"Step away from the edge," Robin repeats. "There is no need for this to be your last resort."

"But it is," Danny whispers.

Robin darts forward and wraps a hand around Danny's wrist, yanking him towards the center of the roof. "Why on Earth would you come up here? Surely you must have known that someone would stop you."

"Batman," he gets out. "I need to speak to Batman."

"What for?"

"I'm… I was told, once, that I'm his son."

10. Robin stares at him for a long moment.

Then he takes off his mask.

Danny knows those eyes: he sees them every time he looks in a mirror.

"Danyal," Robin breathes. "You died before I was born."

"I did. Are you…?"

"Mother told me about you."

So he has a little brother. If only he hadn't left first chance he got, he could have known his little brother, gotten away from that place before it hurt him too. Danny has made many mistakes since he arrived in this world. Missing a little brother is perhaps the worst of them.

"Mother…" Danny repeats. "She put me in the Lazarus Pit. I remember that. She didn't want me to die."

"I was born to replace you."

Just like Ellie.

So many mistakes repeating. He's never felt like more of a failure.

"Batman. Our father. He treats you well? You are safe with him?"

Robins brows furrow, but he nods, which is enough for Danny. "Yes. Of course. Isn't that why you're here now?"

"I'm not asking for me." Danny carefully, gently, unwraps Ellie. "I'm asking for her. Please, take care of her. She deserves more than I can give her. Ellie… she'd be your niece."

Robin's eyes are wide. He's frozen until Danny pushes Ellie against his chest, forcing him to lift his arms to hold her.

"Wait, what about—?"

When Robin looks up, Danny's already gone.

It's for the best.

(masterpost for all parts)

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Aegon has been in love with reader for years but she got betrothed to Aemond. She finds Aegon drunk at her door and she takes him in. He tells her he loves her and make smut happen please

I've been on a roll with these request this week! Only three days until the start of Season 2 *screaming*

Question: Should I add Cregan Stark to my character list? If yes, please send requests for him <3

Warnings: 18+, smut, drunk!Aegon, unprotected p + v, cheating (on Aemond)

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When the news dropped, Aegon was devastated. He had always known his feelings for you ran deep, but hearing that you were to be betrothed to his own brother made him regret not asking for your hand sooner. The thought of losing you to Aemond gnawed at his heart.

In a fit of fury, Aegon stormed into Aemond's chambers, his eyes blazing with anger. ‘’You knew of my feelings for her, how can you do this to me?’’ he spat, his voice trembling with a mix of rage and desperation. 

Aemond looked up from his book, his expression calm and composed. ‘’Father wanted to unite our families. I’m only doing my duty,’’ he replied, his tone measured and devoid of emotion.

Aegon’s frustration boiled over. He slammed his fist on the table, making the goblets and plates clatter. ‘’Fuck duty!’’ he shouted. His voice broke as he continued, ‘’I just…I just want her.’’

Aemond sighed, placing his book aside. ‘’I was asked to marry her, not you. You already have the throne.’’

The throne was given to him because he was the first son. Aegon never asked for it, never cared for ruling or showed interest in politics. He would rather spend his life with you and Sunfyre than sit on the Iron Throne. 

‘’I would exchange my birthright for her in a heartbeat,’’ he confessed, his voice unwavering.  

Later at dinner, Aegon didn’t come down to eat. He couldn't beat the idea of seeing you sitting beside Aemond during a meal. So, he stayed in his chamber, drowning himself with wine. His goblet wasn’t even empty that he would fill it up again. 

He drank until the sun went down and his pitcher was almost empty, and fell asleep on his couch with his goblet in hand. It wasn’t surprising considering how much he had drunk. 

When Aegon woke a few hours later, the castle was sleeping under the cover of darkness. He stood and found himself stumbling through the corridors. His feet carried him to your door in the guest wing, having been many many times. You always took the same chamber when you visited King’s Landing. Aegon raised his fist to knock, but before he could, the door creaked open.

You expected to find a servant with your tea, but instead found your uncle Aegon. A frown of surprise and concern creased between your eyebrows. ‘’Aegon? What are you doing here?’’

He swayed slightly, leaning heavily against the doorframe with his undershirt untucked from his breeches. His eyes were red, his expression a mixture of anger and sorrow. ‘’You can’t marry him. Please, don’t marry him,’’ he mumbled, his words slurred from the wine.

You should have walked him back to his chamber or alert the Queen of her son’s state, but instead you stepped aside and gestured for him to come in. 

Aegon stumbled through the doorway, and you came to his side, helping him sit onto the bed bench. He leaned forwards as you let go of him, resting his forearms on his thighs and his spinning head in his hands. 

You watched him with a heavy heart, guilt knotting your stomach. ‘’I’m sorry for the betrothal. I wanted to tell you myself, but our parents sent the ravens before I could.’’ 

‘’Don’t marry Aemond.’’ Aegon grabbed your wrist, pulling you to him. ‘’Don’t do this to me.’’ He looked up at you, his eyes pleading. 

You stayed silent, looking down at him. There were a hundred reasons you should put a stop to this right now. Aegon was drunk. He wasn’t in his right mind. And yet, seeing him like this, vulnerability written all over him, made your heart ache for him. 

‘’You’re drunk. This wasn’t a good idea. Let’s get you back to your chamber.’’ You reached for his arm to help him up, but grabbed your wrist. ‘’Aegon…’’ you sighed.

He pulled you closer to him, but you remained standing. Aegon’s voice was barely a whisper, his words more a plea than a demand. ‘’It’s me you should marry, not my brother.’’ 

You pulled on your wrist, but his grip only tightened. ‘’Aegon, let go. You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.’’ 

He shook his head, his eyes fixated on yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. ‘’I know exactly what I’m saying. I…I love you. I always have. And I can’t bear the thought of you marrying him.’’ 

Your heart was racing in your chest. 

Despite the feud between your mothers, you and Aegon had always been close. He was there when you claimed your dragon, took the blame when you got caught stealing lemon cakes in the kitchen, and always invited you to dance at gatherings, even though he hated dancing. He even exchanged letters with you when you moved to Dragonstone, secretly writing back despite his terrible handwriting and his mother's interdiction. You were his favorite person, the only one he felt truly cared for him.

And now, he was sitting in your chamber, confessing his feelings to you out of pain and desperation.

You wanted to scream. 

At yourself for not recognizing his underlying feelings. At him for not saying those words sooner. At your mother and grandsire for arranging a betrothal with Aemond. He was closer to you in age, mayhaps it was the reason for their decision? And most of all, at the cruel twist of fate that had kept you blind to what was right in front of you.

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Thoughts swirled chaotically in your mind, overwhelming you. You needed time to think, time to process everything. 

But time wasn’t in your hands, it was ticking and passing fast, so you crashed your lips on Aegon’s. He brought you down to his lap, deepening the kiss as his hands roamed across your hips and thighs and everything he could get his hands on in a desperate attempt to bring you closer. You could taste the wine on his lips, the bitter alcohol still lingering in his mouth. Your hands tangled in his hair as a moan left his throat, igniting the fire between two dragons.

Impatient, Aegon pulled at the laces of your nightgown while you discarded him of his undershirt and threw it on the floor. Your nightgown found the same fate, goosebumps rising across your skin from the cool air or the room. 

His hands skimmed along your sides, coming to rest on your hips as he rocked against you, his body betraying his need. The rough fabric of his breeches brushed against your bare cunt, sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. 

Your lips moved from his lips to his jaw, trailing a path of kisses along his jawline and down to his neck. His breath caught in his throat as your lips and teeth found the sensitive spot between his collarbone and throat. Aegon let out a soft moan, his hands gripping your thighs tighter. His fingers dug into your skin, leaving small imprints that would surely turn into bruises come morning.

His hands continued to roam, exploring every inch of your body that he could reach. He moved his lips down to your chest, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of your breasts. You arched your back in response, the feeling of his lips leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched.

What you were doing was wrong and breaking many rules, but you couldn’t stop. It felt too good. 

Aegon pushed you back onto the bed, his body hovering over yours as he found your lips again. His hands fumbled with the ties of his breeches, desperately trying to undo them while keeping the kiss going. A soft groan escaped him as he managed to push them down, freeing himself from the constricting material. 

The feeling of his bare skin against yours sent a shiver down your spine. His body was hot and demanding as he pressed himself closer to you. A gasp left your lips when you felt the head of his cock against your folds, surprised by how warm it felt. 

You gripped his shoulder as Aegon pushed himself inside, your walls closing around him in a snug grip. Aegon’s breath hitched from how tight you felt, his eyes closing briefly as he sank deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain as your body adjusted to him. 

When he started to move, you felt like he was splitting you in half…but in a good way. You clawed at his back, soft little sighs spilling from your lips as Aegon thrusted into you. 

Unfortunately, the pleasure didn’t last long. You were so wet and squeezing him too good that after only a few thrusts, Aegon spilled inside you. 

In his defense, he was drunk and not entirely in control of his cock. 

The sunlight coming through the large window woke you up. You turned away from the window and buried your face into your pillow, trying to fall back asleep, but your arm came into contact with something — someone. 

You opened your eyes, the late events of the night surfacing, and saw Aegon lying beside you. He was still fast asleep, his white hair tousled and messy. His face was relaxed, a stark contrast from his drunkenness. For a moment, you just watched him. He looked so peaceful and calm when he slept.

The light streamed over his face, illuminating the sharp planes and angles of his features. You reached out, gently brushing away a strand of hair from his forehead. 

He stirred at your touch, but didn’t open his eyes. ‘’What is it, Mother?’’ 

You chuckled softly, watching as Aegon stirred in his sleep. 

He mumbled again, shifting under the covers. His eyes still closed, he reached out blindly and brushed his fingers against your waist. The contact startled him, not expecting to find another body in his bed, and he opened his eyes. 

A mixture of embarrassment and confusion flickered across his face, remembering his drunk stumble into your chamber. 

‘’I’m sorry for last night,’’ Aegon apologized, his voice strained and hoarse because of how dry his mouth felt. ‘’I made a fool of myself, didn’t I?’’ 

You decided against mentioning his short sexual performance. ‘’More than usual? No.’’ 

He laughed, then groaned as his head pounded. 

‘’Aegon?’’ you said quietly. He hummed. ‘’Why didn’t you say you have feelings for me?’’ 

‘’Because I enjoy self-sabotaging my life.’’ 

You swatted his arm. 

‘’I need to speak to my mother,’’ you declared after a moment of silence. 

The hour was early, but she should be awake. 

You climbed out of bed, your naked body exposed in the bright light of day as you moved around your chamber. There was an ache between your legs, reminiscent of Aegon’s passage inside your intimate part. 

‘’I do not wish to go through the same suffering she endured in her first marriage.’’ You grabbed a dress from the wardrobe and dressed yourself. It was more difficult without the help of a handmaid. ‘’And I know exactly how to convince her to call off the betrothal. I broke my vows to Aemond, I let you take my maidenhood. They will have no choice but to let us wed.’’

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