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hii !
i saw ur post about fluffy Logan oneshots so i have one :D if this is not what ur looking for, pls feel free to ignore !!
maybe touch starved reader who constantly clings to Logan and he asks about it and reader gets nervous that they pushed a boundary and stop only for Logan to be like âwtf no i love when u cling to me, pls keep doing itâ
no pressure at all, have a nice evening / morning !!
A Soft Place to Land
a/n: Hi Anon! Thank you for your request. I am so sorry this has taken so long, life went kind of crazy for a second, but it's sorting itself out now! I hope you enjoy the drabble <3
Logan Howlett x TouchStarved!GN!Reader
CW: some mentions of jealousy, reader seems pretty anxious, just some good ole' fluff
Watching how Scott and Jean held each other, or even how the kids would comfort one another, you could feel jealousy curling around your mind at the absentminded tenderness in every touch. Youâd spend countless nights awake, craving the touch of another while you wrapped your arms around yourself, fingers pressing into your skin just to feel something.
It gnawed at you, quiet and constant, slipping into the quiet spaces of your mind when you were alone. Youâd close your eyes and imagine what it might feel like to rest your head on someoneâs shoulder, to let the warmth of anotherâs touch seep into your skin and quiet the restlessness within you. It was always fleeting, a memory of something you've only had in fleeting moments.
Then there was Logan. The brooding, gruff exterior everyone seemed to shy away from became your refuge. It started as fleeting touches, knuckles grazing against his when you walked, shoulders bumping when you sat together. Before you knew it, you found yourself constantly lingering in his presence, your touch becoming more purposeful. Tracing shapes into the palm of his hand during long meetings or leaning on his shoulder after a mission, his head resting on top of yours. It was rare for you to be seen far apart, the school knew you were bound to be nearby if Logan was around.
Youâre not sure when it started, the constant burn beneath your skin only satisfied by his touch. You started finding ways to get him to touch you, asking for help with your hair or applying bandaids. Now, you stood before Logan with a bracelet in hand, feigning an excuse of needing help to put it on. You didnât miss the way Logan notched a brow at your request, eyeing the bracelet he knows youâve put on yourself countless times. You fiddled with the jewelry in your palm, gaze nervously darting around his face as a familiar pit forms in your stomach at his hesitation. A heartbeat later, Logan opens the door wide for you to enter, knuckles grazing as you pass him.Â
Loganâs fingers daftly inspect the jewelry before draping it over your wrist, each graze of his fingers deepening the blush on your cheeks. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears and from the smirk on Loganâs face, you had a feeling he could hear how it quickened.Â
âWhy you always around me, bub?â Logan asks nonchalantly as he clasps the bracelet, fingers still ghosting over your arm.Â
You swallow, feeling the words catch in your throat as you search for a response. You hadnât considered Logan noticing, much less him asking you outright. The question hangs in the air as his eyes search your face, something curious and unguarded in them. You struggle to find a response that doesnât make you sound desperate and scare him off.
âIâm sorry I didnât mean to,â You murmur, taking your arm away from his touch, clutching it to your chest as if to slow your racing heart. You look away, face burning beneath the weight of his gaze. âIâll stop. Must be kinda creepy, constantly hovering around you.â You force a weak laugh.
A beat passes, the crushing silence presses against your chest, wrapping around you until each breath feels like a struggle. When you gather the courage to meet his eyes again, his expression has softened, the usual guarded look slipping. He shifts closer, bringing his face level with yours, and the intensity in his gaze holds you captive.Â
âDonât do that,â Loganâs breath fans your face with each word, mouth inches from yours. âAinât nobody said I didnât like it.â His words are rough, each one lifting a weight from your chest. His eyes dart away to study the floor as his cheeks flush a deep crimson. âAinât used to people hanging around this much but⊠I donât mind so much with you.âÂ
A pause before he shrugs as if trying to shake off the weight of his words. âGuess you donât bother me as much as most folks do.â Logan straightens but doesnât step back. His face remained aloof, but his cheeks were still rosy as vulnerability oozed from his gaze. âSo quit worrying about âcreeping me out.â Youâre good.âÂ
Loganâs kind words curled around your heart, a smile gracing your lips as you look at him. âSo what Iâm hearing is you're saying I can bug you even more now?â You joke, nudging his shoulder.Â
He scoffs, dramatically rolling his eyes. âI wouldnât push it, bub.â
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#logan howlett#wolverine#logan howlett x reader#wolverine x reader#xmen#deadpool and wolverine#hugh jackman#logan wolverine#fanfiction#comfort#touch starved reader
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HEYY
i saw the vi x chubby user and as a chubby girl I NEED more of the girlies x chubby user. please đ
[Arcane preference (girlies)] with a chubby s/o
I made you wait so long for nothing, Iâm sorry if itâs short, BUT I havenât forgotten about you!
Jinx:
- Forget that thing called âpersonal space.â
- If you want to sleep with her, youâll be the little spoon, and sheâll even throw herself on top of you. She loves feeling human warmth, and with a partner with more body mass, itâs not painful to stay in a long embrace because no (or almost no) bones are attacking her.
- She pinches your love handles and thighs, then bursts out laughing. It's done with tenderness, she loves it to bits, and itâs something extremely rare in Zaun.
- If you can't find anything your size, she'll sew it for you from leftover fabric, or by beating up a passerby to steal their clothes. Either way, you donât have to worry.
- If you even try to say the words "lose weight," sheâll furrow her brow, deeply offended: youâre hers, and if you lose mass, she has less of you for herself, which means youâre trying to take something from her.
- Which means for the following week, sheâll do everything to make you eat more, terrified that you might lose weight.
Vi:
- Whatâs the point of being so strong if not to lift you into her arms effortlessly?
- She makes you stay on her back while doing push-ups, carries you to the bedroom, and holds you on her lap on the couch.
- Sheâs a fighter, not a coward. If she canât lift you, itâs not that you weigh too much, but that sheâs too weak. And within three days, sheâll make sure she fixes this shortcoming.
- But it never actually happens. Vi never misses an opportunity to show you how strong she is and how special you are.
- When you talk under the blankets, she often loses herself playing with your soft spots, almost as if sheâs relaxing.
Caytlin:
- She sits on your lap, but if you want, you can sit on her without any issues.
- She loves your body to bits, and if you try to hide it, she might put on a little show just to take off your shirt and enjoy what you were hiding, like your belly.
- Clothes arenât a problem; sheâll have them made so that they not only fit you but also highlight your best features.
- No jokes hereâwhen you go out together, she wants the world to see how proud she is of her partner and how attractive they are. So, she takes care of your preparation herself, even stealing a kiss here and there, but letting you choose what you want to wear.
Mel:
- She has a personal tailor who makes coordinated outfits for every occasion. She canât let you look bad, and she wouldnât want to, so she personally ensures every detail reflects you.
- She knows what you like and dislike, so she can correct the sketches herself, so when the clothes arrive, theyâll be a complete surprise.
- When you're in public, she likes to sit on your lap, if the occasion is casual enough to allow it. Otherwise, sheâll leave subtle lipstick marks on you before leaving, just enough to discreetly remind people youâre with her.
- She likes being the little spoon, feeling protected and vulnerable at least in one place, even though, subconsciously, she changes position while she sleeps. But in any case, feeling your softness against her gives her comfort.
Sevika:
- Think youâre big? Be more humble.
- She lifts you like youâre a little bunny, carries you around on her shoulder, takes you to bed in her arms, and constantly pulls you onto her lap, always keeping one hand on your waist.
- She loves skin-to-skin contact, and sheâs strong enough to lift you completely onto her shoulders, with your back against the wall, and hold you like that until her âhungerâ passes (or until you canât take it anymore).
- Sheâs still terrified of hurting you, so she always keeps you on the side of her good arm, so she doesnât damage your body with her prosthetic limb.
- When youâre resting, she pulls you completely up onto her, no matter how tall or heavy you are, constantly reminding you that sheâs big and strong enough.
#arcane#arcane 2#arcane headcanons#arcane headcanon#arcane jinx#arcane vi#arcane caitlyn#arcane mel#jinx arcane#arcane sevika#jinx x reader#mel x reader#vi x reader#caitlyn x reader#sevika x reader#arcane x y/n#arcane x you#arcane writing#arcane x reader
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hi!! i love your writing, iâve never made a request before, but i was thinking about sylus (in the early stages of their relationship, the ârivalryâ) finding MC at his door injured?? like a âi had nowhere else to goâ kind of a situation
when you end up at your rivals doorstep
A chill filled the night air as you limped up to Sylusâs front door, each step sending a fresh wave of pain through your body. Blood stained your clothes and every inch of you ached but you had nowhere else to go. You and Sylus had always been two sides of the same coinâequal in skill, stubborn as hell, always toeing the line between animosity and something⊠else. But, in this moment, all you wanted was to see him.
With a trembling hand, you knocked weakly on his door before your vision blurred and your knees buckled. The world tilted and you sank to the cold ground, the last bit of strength leaving your body.
You werenât sure how much time passed but the sudden flood of light hit your closed eyelids as the door opened. You forced your eyes open just enough to see himâSylus, staring down at you, clearly about to make some sarcastic remark. But then his eyes widened and all traces of humor vanished.
âSweetieâ His tone was shocked, low with concern, as he dropped to his knees beside you, his hands hovering uncertainly over your bloody, bruised form. âWhat the hell happened to you?â
You managed a weak, half-smile. âLong storyâŠâ you muttered, your voice barely a whisper.
Without hesitation, Sylus scooped you up in his arms, his grip surprisingly gentle but unyielding. He carried you inside, the warmth of his chest against your cheek feeling like the only thing keeping you grounded. The smell of himâwarm, familiar, infuriatingly comfortingâfilled your senses and despite the pain, you felt a sense of relief wash over you.
Sylus laid you down on his plush couch, his gaze sharp as he took in every injury, his jaw clenching tightly. âI hate seeing you like thisâ he muttered, more to himself than to you, his fingers brushing a blood-matted strand of hair from your face. âWhat were you thinking, coming here like this?â
You let out a faint chuckle, though it hurt to laugh. âYou know I donât run to you unless itâs⊠a last resort.â Your voice was faint but you tried to keep your usual sass, even through the haze of pain.
He scoffed but his eyes were softer than youâd ever seen them. âAnd here I thought youâd be too stubborn to admit you needed my helpâ he murmured, grabbing a clean cloth and carefully dabbing at the cut on your forehead. His touch was surprisingly tender and you closed your eyes, focusing on the warmth of his hands, the way he was taking care of you despite every argument youâd ever had.
âI⊠I didnât know where else to goâ you whispered, feeling yourself growing drowsy, exhaustion finally overtaking you.
He went silent, his gaze lingering on your face as he continued tending to your wounds. You werenât sure if it was the pain or the proximity but you could feel your heartbeat quicken under his gentle touch. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you could hear your own voice whispering that this was dangerousâthat you should pull away, keep up your walls, protect yourself. But here, lying battered and broken in Sylusâs living room, you couldnât bring yourself to care.
His hand stilled, hovering over your shoulder as his eyes met yours, a conflicted look crossing his face. âYou know I canât stand you, right?â he murmured, though there was no real malice in his voice. âBut⊠seeing you like thisâŠâ His voice faltered, his usual cockiness gone. âI hate it even more.â
Something in you broke. Maybe it was the pain or the adrenalineâor maybe you were just too tired of pretending. âYeah, well, I canât stand you,tooâ you whispered, trying for sarcasm but sounding much more vulnerable than you intended. âBut maybe thatâs⊠not the whole truth.â
You barely processed your own words before his gaze softened, surprise flickering in his eyes. He studied you, his fingers stilling on your shoulder as his expression shifted, like he was searching for something in your face.
âDo you know what youâre saying,sweetieâ he murmured, his voice soft, almost hesitantâa tone youâd never heard from him before.
You let out a shaky breath, feeling your pulse race. âI⊠I think soâ you whispered, the words spilling out before you could stop them. âI know it doesnât make sense, but⊠I donât hate you, Sylus. Not like that.â
For a moment, there was only silence and you braced yourself, half-expecting him to laugh it off, to throw some snarky remark back at you. But instead, his gaze softened, and he leaned in, his hand slipping to rest on your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin.
âI guess I donât hate you eitherâ he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips. âInfuriating as you are.â
You felt your face heat up but you couldnât look away, your breaths shallow as his face hovered just inches from yours. The tension between you was palpable, a slow burn that had been building for far too long and in this moment, it felt like it was finally going to snap.
But he just gave you a teasing smirk, leaning back ever so slightly. âJust donât expect me to go easy on you after this. Youâll owe me, big time.â
You rolled your eyes, a smile breaking through despite the pain. âTrust me, I wouldnât expect anything less.â
And as Sylus settled down beside you, his hand resting protectively on your arm, you realized that maybe, just maybe, your rivalry wasnât as simple as it had once seemed and as you drifted off, his warmth anchoring you, you felt something new stirringâa feeling you werenât sure you wanted to fight anymore.
#love and deepspace#lnds sylus#love and deepspace sylus#l&ds sylus#lads sylus#sylus#sylus x reader#sylus x you
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Aubrey plaza x fem!reader
" I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. Thatâs the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if theyâre not much to look at, or even if theyâre sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. "
- J.D. Salinger, The catcher in the rye
Part 1
Y/N blinked, trying to get her bearings in the soft morning light streaming into her bedroom. She wasnât on the sofa anymore, and she certainly hadnât fallen asleep in her bed last night. But here she was, tucked neatly under her comforter, and beside her, separated by a few pillows, lay Aubrey. She was asleep, her face softened by rest, her features even more striking in the early morning calm.
A smile crept across Y/Nâs face as she studied Aubreyâs peaceful expression. She was undeniably beautifulânot just beautiful for her age, but in a way that felt timeless and grounded. It made Y/Nâs stomach flutter, and a slight pang of insecurity hit her; Aubrey was everything Y/N admiredâconfident, talented, and effortlessly alluring.
Feeling her heart race at the thought of Aubrey waking up to see her staring, Y/N slipped out of bed as quietly as possible, padding to the bathroom for a quick shower. When she returned, she busied herself in the kitchen, quietly making breakfast. The faint hum of the radio kept her company as she toasted bread and scrambled eggs, relishing the simple, cozy act.
âGood morning,â a familiar voice murmured, soft and sleepy, breaking Y/N out of her thoughts.
Y/N turned, catching sight of Aubrey leaning against the doorway, her hair still mussed from sleep. She looked comfortable, yet somehow effortlessly poised, even in Y/Nâs small kitchen. Y/N blushed, realizing how close they were.
âGood morning! Do you want something to drink?â Y/N asked, smiling. âI donât really drink coffee, but I can go grab you some from the cafĂ© around the corner if youâd like.â
Aubreyâs lips curved into a warm smile. âNo need, this is perfect. Iâm just happy to be here.â She stepped closer, glancing at the plates Y/N was setting up.
âSo⊠not to rush you out, but I have a mountain of work today,â Y/N said with a small, guilty grin. âYouâre welcome to stay, but just a heads-upâI might be a little boring.â
Aubrey laughed, her expression softening. âThatâs okay, I get it. I have some things to get to anyway.â She hesitated, then continued, âBut⊠Iâd love to see you again, if youâd like that.â
Y/Nâs face lit up, her smile wide and genuine. âIâd love that too.â
From then on, their connection only grew. They read together, taking turns with books y/n recommended, and spent hours talking about everything from their childhood dreams to favorite movies. After their third dateâa late-night visit to a bookstore followed by a stroll through a quiet parkâAubrey walked Y/N home. They held hands, a shared warmth between them, and when they reached Y/Nâs door, Aubrey leaned in, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to her lips. It was careful, as if reading Y/Nâs shyness and matching it with tenderness.
As the days turned into weeks, they grew more comfortable, falling into each otherâs lives seamlessly. Aubrey was patient, taking her time to get to know Y/N. She made Y/N feel safe, and Y/N adored every minute they spent together. Soon, they were FaceTiming in between meetings, texting about little things that made them think of each other, and finding moments to be together whenever they could.
When they finally crossed that last boundary, sharing their first night together, it was both gentle and passionate. They communicated, both eager yet considerate, learning each otherâs wants and needs. Aubreyâs natural confidence took over, her assertiveness balanced by her desire to make Y/N feel loved and respected. Y/N, in turn, was just as attentive, savoring every moment with Aubrey, discovering a balance between playful and deeply intimate.
Two months into their relationship, it wasnât just the two of them who noticed how special their connection was. After a dinner date, a paparazzi photographer managed to capture a candid shot of them leaving the restaurant hand in hand. By morning, the image was everywhere, spreading faster than Y/N could have imagined.
Aubreyâs publicist called with the news, explaining that the story had already taken off. Y/N knew Aubrey was a public figure, but she hadnât expected their private moments to become public conversation so suddenly. Their little bubble was shattered, and suddenly her face was online, next to Aubreyâs in articles and tabloid stories speculating about their relationship.
The attention was overwhelming. Y/Nâs friends started teasing her about dating âthe Aubrey Plaza,â while her familyâs reaction was more complicated. They had always known she was queer, but the age difference gave them pause, making them wonder if Y/N was really ready for such a serious relationship.
As the media frenzy grew, it was hard for Y/N to brush off the harsh comments onlineâinsinuations about why Aubrey would date someone younger, or assumptions about Y/Nâs motives. It felt as if the world was intruding into their private life, prying apart the joy they had found together.
But Aubrey was her anchor through it all. Late one evening, after Y/N shared how overwhelmed she felt, Aubrey wrapped her arms around her and whispered, âForget them. I know who you are, and you know who I am. The rest⊠it doesnât matter.â
They held each other close that night, letting the world outside fade, finding comfort in each otherâs presence. And as they lay there, Y/N knew that, no matter the scrutiny, what she shared with Aubrey was real, something worth fighting forâeven if theyâd have to face the world together, one step at a time.
As days went on, the intensity of the media attention didnât exactly die down, but Y/N and Aubrey learned to adjust. Aubrey handled it with practiced ease, guiding Y/N with little tips on how to ignore the comments and dodge prying eyes. Despite the pressure, they found solace in each other, learning to carve out quiet moments that felt like their own little world.
One evening, they decided to stay in for a movie night at Y/Nâs apartment. Y/N had loaded up a few of Aubreyâs favorite old films, trying her best to make it feel specialâa few candles, some popcorn, and a cozy blanket they could share.
âYou know,â Aubrey said, settling down next to Y/N, âI donât think Iâve had a better night in ages.â She glanced around, smiling at the thoughtful touches Y/N had put together. âYou really went all out.â
Y/N blushed, nudging her playfully. âItâs just popcorn and candles. Hardly a red carpet.â
Aubrey smirked, tilting her head. âItâs the thought, and you, that make it perfect.â She reached for Y/Nâs hand, entwining their fingers, and squeezed gently.
As the movie started, they fell into a comfortable silence, Y/N nestled into Aubreyâs side. The world outside felt far away, reduced to nothing more than the faint city hum in the distance. Halfway through the film, Aubrey leaned over and softly kissed Y/Nâs forehead, her lips lingering just a little longer than usual. Y/N looked up, her heart skipping as she met Aubreyâs gentle gaze.
âThank you for sticking with me through all of this,â Aubrey murmured, tucking a loose strand of Y/Nâs hair behind her ear.
Y/Nâs hand found its way to Aubreyâs cheek, tracing the soft lines of her face. âIâm not going anywhere. I knew this might be hard, but⊠youâre worth it.â She offered a small, reassuring smile. âAnd Iâm learning. I mean, Iâve got the best teacher.â
Aubrey chuckled, pulling Y/N closer. âFlattery will get you everywhere, just so you know.â
They spent the rest of the night laughing, sharing stories, and talking about the little things they hadnât yet told each other. Y/N felt a kind of warmth she hadnât felt beforeâa love that was both grounding and freeing, as if Aubrey had opened up parts of herself she didnât know existed.
A few weeks later, they decided to spend a weekend out of the city, heading to a secluded cabin by the lake. Aubrey had rented it on a whim, sensing that they both needed a little time to breathe away from the constant hum of the city.
On their first morning there, Y/N woke up to the smell of coffee and soft music playing. She wandered out to find Aubrey on the deck, wrapped in a flannel blanket with two mugs steaming in her hands. The sun was just rising, casting a soft pink glow over the lake.
Aubrey turned when she heard Y/N approach, her eyes lighting up. âMorning, sleepyhead. Thought youâd like to join me for the sunrise.â She handed Y/N a mug of tea, remembering she didnât drink coffee.
They sat in comfortable silence, watching the sun climb slowly above the horizon, casting a shimmering path across the water. It was quiet, almost surreal, and Y/N felt the weight of everything slip away, replaced with the calm of being completely at peace in the moment.
After a while, Aubrey shifted, turning toward Y/N. âYou know,â she said softly, âthis is the happiest Iâve been in a long time.â
Y/N looked at her, her heart swelling at the sincerity in Aubreyâs eyes. âI feel the same way,â she whispered. Then, unable to resist, she leaned in, capturing Aubreyâs lips in a soft, lingering kiss.
As they pulled away, Aubrey grinned, her eyes shining with something close to wonder. âI donât care about the noise, Y/N. As long as I have you, Iâm exactly where I need to be.â
Y/n beamed at her
"So, what are we reading today?" Aubrey asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence
"I thought maybe 'the catcher in the rye, its a classic"
Aubrey nodded before pulling the younger woman into another soft kiss.
They stayed like that, wrapped up in each other and the quiet beauty of the morning, with their book and hot drinks, feeling as if, just for that moment, they were the only two people in the world.
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Just a quick note:
i dont really think itll be a series, maybe a bunch of chapters that might actually work as a full story or at least the same like universe, but im not sure if ill continue to write it regularly or not so just an heads up.
Also im in love with Aubrey plaza.
#fic writing#aubrey plaza x reader#aubrey plaza#agatha all along#agatha x rio#agatha harkness x rio vidal#agathario
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Safe Heaven
âą Zayne x fem! reader
Genre/warnings: fluff, hints of angst (feelings of guilt), childbirth, comfort end , mild vurnability, feelings of helplessness, mentions of heart problems, slight mentions of anxiety and stress, we are not having a good time here..but that's okay!
Synopsis: zayne reassures you of his love as you cover from childbirth
Note: my lawwwdddd it's been such a long time without seeing any of you inside of my house..it feels so foreign ..breaks my heart into little pieces ..howeverrr this moment of silence didn't mean I was left with nothing inside of these neurons of mine-- ur beloved consui has thoughts ..and thoughts she must expel in the form of zayne đ©¶
wc: 1.3K
âEvery passing dayâŠâ you began, your voice almost a whisper, âI feel as though I am becoming more of a burden to you.â
The words hung in the stillness of the room as you lay upon the bed, your gaze fixed upon Zayne, who tenderly cradled the slumbering form of your newborn. The night had settled in with a serene quiet, broken only by the soft, rhythmic sound of the babyâs gentle feeding. Moonlight streamed through the curtains, bathing the room in a silvery glow that softened the edges of everything, lending an air of tranquility to the tender scene before you.
Zayneâs eyes flickered to yours, his brow furrowing ever so slightly in quiet confusion, as though he were searching for the meaning behind your words. âMmh?â he murmured, his voice a soft note that seemed to vibrate through the still air.
"What do you mean?"
Your heart stirred beneath his gaze, and though you tried to muster a smile, it faltered, laden with the weight of the self-doubt that had quietly gnawed at you. You averted your eyes, feeling the warmth of a slight flush creeping upon your cheeks. âI mean⊠it has been two weeks since they released me, and I have done nothing to aid since I returned,â you continued, your voice growing softer, almost apologetic. âI cannot help but feel as though I'mââ
Before you could continue, Zayneâs hand, warm and gentle, reached toward your face. His fingertips grazed your cheek with a softness that seemed to still your very breath, his touch lingering just enough to still the torrent of your words. He guided your face to meet his, his expression tender and unwavering, his gaze soft with something unspoken. With a faint smile that reached the depths of his eyes, he whispered a quiet, soothing shush, the sound more comforting than any words you had ever heard.
âDont say it..." he said gently, his gaze never leaving yours.
âYour only concern should be your own rest, your own recovery⊠and holding our child with me...â He paused as if steadying himself, his eyes shadowed by memories of a time he wished never to revisit. âYou know...when they told me your heart wasnât faring well during the birth⊠I can not explain it. It felt as though my very world was fracturing before me. All I could thinkââ his voice broke, but he steadied it with a soft, trembling breathâ âwas that I needed you to stay with me with our child in your arms... I suppose at that giving moment I just wanted to see you safe ..in one place..not having to stress over anything ... even now"
The words struck your heart, stirring a depth of emotion you hadnât anticipated. You sat up, your gaze fixed on him, your breath caught between disbelief and sorrow as you absorbed his admission. Your eyes grew cloudy, softening with tears as you looked from Zayneâs face to the child resting peacefully in his arms, blissfully unaware of the turmoil their entrance into the world had caused.
A tear slipped down your cheek, followed by another, and you looked to your lap, your shoulders trembling. âZayne, I'm - ⊠I didnât meanâŠâ you began, but your voice faltered, words catching in your throat. You hadnât meant to burden him, hadnât meant to leave him with the fear that your heart might fail you. The mere thought that your own weakness had caused him such distress made you feel small, vulnerableâa helplessness you had seldom allowed yourself to feel.
But before you could stumble further, Zayneâs hand reached out, his fingers warm and reassuring as he placed them under your chin and lifted your face to his. âNo,â he whispered, his voice as tender as the night itself. âStop. Do not apologize for anythingâ he continued, his gaze so steady, so filled with love that it was nearly overwhelming. " I may worry for your healthâand you know that I willâ it comes straight from my heart. You are everything to me, and nothing will change that, not even fear."
In that moment, you felt the warmth of his hand, the strength of his embrace, drawing you closer to his chest, with your child nestled gently between you. His heart beat steadily beneath your ear, a reminder of his constancy, his unyielding devotion. You raised your face, your eyes shining as you met his gaze, and you leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips that held every ounce of your gratitude, your love, your devotionâa silent promise that only he could understand.
When you drew back, you looked at him with all the tenderness in your heart. âYou have given me more love than I ever thought possible,â you murmured, your voice a quiet reverence. âYou have shown me, again and again, that I am cherished. I have no words to tell you how much that means⊠but I am yours, Zayne. Yours alone.â
A soft, awed smile touched his lips as he took in your words, and with gentle care, he rose, instructing you to lie back down. âRest now,â he whispered, his tone one of loving insistence as he cradled your child close, âIâll settle our son to sleep.â You watched as he moved to the crib, his steps tender, his every movement imbued with a quiet grace. You thought of all he had done for you in these recent daysâhow he had bathed you with gentle hands, had held you as you struggled to regain your strength, had prepared every meal and tended to every need without question or complaint.
And as you lay curled on the bed, a warmth settled within your chest, a happiness so profound it was almost a reverence. This man, who loved you so dearly, who had stood by you through every hardship, was yours, and you could wish for no greater gift.
When Zayne returned, slipping beneath the covers, you felt the bed dip beside you, and soon his arms encircled you once more, drawing you close until your cheek rested against his chest, where you could hear the steady thrum of his heart. His scent, warm and familiar, enveloped you, and you felt your cheeks grow warm beneath his touch.
Zayne leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, his voice a murmur of quiet devotion. âI love you,â he whispered, the words laced with a depth that only the most profound affections could contain.
A long, comfortable silence fell between you, a silence filled with the unspoken promises of a love that could never be shaken. At last, you whispered back, your voice barely more than a breath. âI love you too.â
In that moment, wrapped in his embrace, you felt truly, indescribably at peace.
If zayne was my doctor I would find ways to get myself in the ER just to see him
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take my breath awayÂ
lads sylus x afab!reader (18+)
word count: ~ 1.6k
content: pre-established relationship (admittedly obsessed with husband!sylus), not proofread, corn without plot, breathplay, pet names (kitten, sweetie, cutie), needy!reader, overstimulation, unprotected sex, p in v, reposted my old work from diff fandom
when you gasp it's like something snaps.Â
your whole body quakes as euphoria floods through you, high-pitched cries tumbling from your lips and your nails leaving pretty red patterns all over your husbandâs back. sylus is a pro at many things, but he's especially talented at hitting that delicate spot inside you for the third time tonight, flipping the switch in your brain that turns off all the thoughts focused on anything but him.Â
you donât remember how this started, whether you had a bad day or he did, or what precisely it was that has you a fucked out doll at his disposal. shit, youâre not even sure how your day went at all right now, but you arenât complaining.Â
on the contrary, youâre begging. your hole is sensitive, that's an understatement, but itâs still drinking in his fingers desperately. it's so good, so addictive when sylus fills you up, whether itâs his long fingers or his cock, your pussy craves more each second.Â
but now sylus isnât moving and your recovering walls feel neglected without his fingers massaging into them. âno, no,â you whimper, lightly smacking at his arm. âneed more⊠wanna cum again.â
your hiccups seem to grab sylus's attention again, his crimson gaze heavy yet curious. somehow, even in your pleasured haze, you recognize the expression. he wants something from you and, of course, you automatically want to give it to him as soon as he tells you what it is. He pulls his fingers from you with a sloppy wet sound that has your eyes rolling, your hole clenching as though begging to be stretched again, needing to be filled.Â
âsweetie,â sylus slurs, his voice intoxicatingly deep with a tempting lull to his words. âwill you make that soundâŠâ his voice catches, tense with his own growing arousal that's evident in the way his brows furrow as he tries to find his words. âmake that pretty noise again for me.â
your brows furrow for a moment and you think you notice him using his wet hand to push his boxers down, the other traveling up to the base of your neck. he presses gently, tentatively, a tender massage that eases your breath, makes you comfortable enough to find your voice and ask, âwhat nâ?â
the question catches in your throat, breath hitching beneath his palm as he squeezes. your eyes widen, an internal scream of I canât breathe! causing your heart to skip a beat. but sylusâs grip loosens just before the panic fully manifests and oxygen floods into your lungs, the relief racing both up to fill your head and down to pool between your thighs.Â
âthat.â
oh. your thinking is still cloudy, sentences not linking together properly, words not articulating, but you think you know what heâs talking about. how fitting.
sylus fucking likes the sound of you choking, the melody of you gasping and whimpering, even more vulnerable at his hands than you already are. and, honestly, it works out, because you love the way it feels when he chokes you. you know he's at war with himself internally, weighing out his own pleasure and your comfort. always so thoughtful. you respond with your own hand resting gently on top of his, squeezing it as if to urge him to continue.Â
sylus seems a bit relieved and he leans down to press a hungry kiss to your lips, catching your lower lip between his teeth before swiping his tongue over it and pulling back just enough to whisper, âso you like that, kitten?â he sounds a bit hopeful and if you could think properly, youâd say it was cute.Â
âyes,â itâs a blend of a hiccup, a sob, and likely a deranged giggle. your hand flutters on top of his, pressing it down into your neck.Â
thatâs all he needs to hear.Â
itâs as simple as a flex of his perfect fingers that gets you to keen, your movements in tandem with his as you hook your legs around his waist. your expression, the beautiful sounds leaving you, and the steady stream of bliss dripping from your holeâit has him hard and throbbing as he positions himself between your legs.Â
youâd whine if you could, but your voice is hidden behind sylus's giant hand, your breath shallow. you see stars when he slides into you, the stretch making your mouth fall open in a stifled scream, drool trickling from the corner of your lips. youâre unable to take the breath you usually would, to steady yourself, to keep yourself from unraveling then and there. no, now youâre only able to clench, to grip him with your needy walls. your mind is melting and his oh-so-intoxicating voice only adds fuel to the fire.Â
âyouâre so beautiful, sweetie. always, but especially when youâre like this,â sylus groans, his hips rocking into a pace that has you silently sobbing, the pleasure overwhelming. itâs like both of you have forgotten the level of your sensitivity, your orgasms in the past hour brushed aside. the focus is on how badly you want more, more, more right now.Â
sylus is creating a pattern, lightening his grip on your neck only to slam into you right as youâre trying to recover with a breath. âyou like it when youâre fucked stupid, huh?â he pants between thrusts. âmy kitten just wants to be full of my cock?âÂ
your acquiescence is broken up into too many syllables, otherwise reduced to gasps and fluttering lashes. your nails dig pretty red crescents into his arms, tears spilling from your eyes as your lungs are tempted again and again, the rush of air being abruptly stopped and sylus pounding into your pussy enough to drive you crazy, if you arenât already.Â
sylus is equally drunk on your pussy; the way it pulls him into your heat, how your walls massage his cock each time he slams into you. it always feels like heâs reminding you that your pussy is all his, just for him. it's always been his goal; by the end of these late nights all you can remember is him, his cock and how nothing will ever fill you as perfectly.Â
âaw, my needy little kitten, canât think of anything but how good you feel right now, hm?â you think you nod, your teary chin hitting the back of his hand as his grasp tightens again. âthere you go, sweetie,â he groans, his half-lidded gaze drinking up your tears and gasps. âfeel so good you can't stop crying, hm? oh youâre so beautiful. so beautiful and all fucking mine.â
maybe itâs something about the way your eyes roll back, your lips parted in a suspended gasp, the rosy flush thatâs filled your cheeksâwhatever it is causes sylusâs hips to stutter, pushing into you at a depth that, if you werenât already suffocating, would take your breath away.Â
he lets go, his hand moving to brace himself through his own climax as it mixes with yours and you break down into delighted gasping sobs. âsy,â your voice is hoarse, broken, but the way your fingers trail up and down his forearm proves that itâs all in bliss. âholy shit, you're soâso good, itâs so⊠it feels so good.â
sylus chuckles breathlessly, the rough pads of his fingers going to draw soothing circles on the reddening skin of your neck. âyouâre too perfect for me.â he hums and trails kisses from your neck to your jaw, finally ending at your lips.
his kisses are soft, far more tender than the roughness of his fingers around your throat, each one planting seeds of reality in your thoughts, slowly bringing your vocabulary back together in a way that makes sense, but not enough to draw you out from the pleasure that still has you shivering. âyou did so well, sweetie,â he soothes into your lips, taking your weary giggles into his adoring kiss. âyouâre absolutely amazing.âÂ
thereâs a beat of hesitancy and Sylus takes the time to slowly pull out of you, trying to keep his eyes away from the way your hole tenses, a milky stream being pushed out and drawn back in with every pulse. He settles next to you and pulls you into his arms, stroking your hair and steadying his breathing to help inspire yours to calm.Â
âsweetie?â he starts and you can barely place the discomfort in his tone. âthat wasn'tâŠâ his brows furrow as the words escape him and he almost looks sheepish when he meets your gaze. so out of character, yet so endearing. âi didnât hurt you⊠right?â
the laugh that leaves you is a bit more stable, genuine in its amusement. words are still proving to be difficult, due to both the mental toll and the physical pull on your throat, but you think you can get the point across when you kiss him. âno... didnât hurt. i liked itâreally liked it.âÂ
relief fills sylusâs sigh and he kisses your forehead, a small smile on his face when he pulls away to look at you. his eyes scan your equally red neck and you absently doodle invisible patterns on his bare chest, peeking up at him through your lashes.Â
âwhat is it, cutie?â sylus asks in that irresistible timbre as he studies your needy expression. He knows what you want, but heâs fully prepared to keep you in his arms for just a bit longer and, thankfully, youâre in agreement.Â
âneed⊠a lilâ breakâŠâ you admit, nuzzling into his chest with a soft sigh. âbutâŠâ you peek up at him again with an adorable amount of playful shyness that makes his heart skip a beat.
âi can go again.â
#âïœĄË âïž yu writes (again) ËâœËïœĄâ#sy đŠâ⏠smut#sylus x reader#lads x reader#lads sylus#yes i reposted from a because it applies hush i can't unthink it#now for xavier whatEver#banners by cafekitsune#i'll figure out photos i swear i can't remember how to do this ahem#lads smut#sylus smut#lnds smut
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aventurine, sunday, and any others when reader pretends to not remember them after a bad injury heheâŠ[angst with fluff at the end] i love giving my poor babies heart attacks mwahaha
anyways love u and ur writings btw k byeee drink water ok byeee đâš
âI'm sorry, but who are you?â
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft Fluff, Light Humor Angst to Fluff, Established Relationship, Memory Loss, Reassurance.
Warnings: Emotional distress (brief moments of fear and confusion).
A/N: thanks for reminder, anon! đȘđźâđšI really need to drink some water
Aventurine's eyes widened, his usual playful smirk faltering as you looked at him, confusion clouding your gaze. He reached out, as though instinctively wanting to close the distance between you, but he hesitated. Your words cut through the air, soft and fragile.
"You⊠you are⊠who exactly?"
The words stung more than he expected. His heart raced in his chest as he observed the faint, distant look in your eyes. He had always been in control of the game, masterful in reading people, but this? This was a blow to his carefully constructed facade.
"You donât remember me?" His voice was softer now, the bravado slipping as his pulse quickened.
You shook your head, an empty feeling creeping into your chest. "I donât think so. Sorry⊠am I supposed to?"
Aventurine's smile faltered, and for a moment, you saw something raw beneath his cool exterior. Pain. Fear. He stepped back slightly, trying to hide the cracks forming in his walls.
"I suppose Iâve miscalculatedâŠ" he muttered to himself, voice barely audible.
But then, you reached out and touched his arm gently.
"Iâ"
Aventurine looked at you, his breath catching in his throat as you softly smiled. "I do remember you, though. Maybe I was just⊠testing you?"
The game was on again, but this time, it was different. He chuckled, a soft, relieved sound that made the weight of his worries lift just a little.
"You're dangerous, you know that?" he said, his voice returning to its usual lighthearted tone, though there was an underlying tenderness now.
You smiled. "I think Iâll keep you on your toes."
And with that, the shadows of doubt lifted, replaced by the warmth of your presenceâone he could no longer imagine being without.
Sunday stood there, his eyes darkened with a mix of concern and confusion, staring at you as if you were a stranger. His fingers twitched slightly, an impulse to reach out, to make sure you were real, that you hadnât slipped into some other world.
"You⊠you donât recognize me?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper, fragile under the weight of his own disbelief.
You blinked at him, the blank look in your eyes unnerving him more than he cared to admit. "Iâm sorry⊠I donât think I do. Are we⊠close?"
The air between you seemed to freeze, thick with unspoken emotions. His mind was racingâhow could you forget him, forget everything you had shared? The kindness, the warmth, the bond heâd built so carefully with you...
"I see," Sunday murmured, his gaze softening with a hint of sadness. "I suppose itâs a part of the dream, isn't it? To forget⊠to lose everything."
You could see the strain in his expression, the hope fading from his eyes. "Sunday, I⊠I didnât mean to forget you."
You reached for him, your hand trembling as you touched his sleeve. The contact seemed to pull him out of his thoughts, and his breath caught.
A moment of stillness.
Then Sunday smiled faintly, the sadness still lingering. "I suppose weâll just have to make you remember, won't we?" His voice was gentle, though you could hear the underlying fear in it.
You smiled, this time with a reassurance he needed. "I think I already do."
A sigh escaped him, a soft, grateful breath as he pulled you into his arms.
"Don't ever scare me like that again." he murmured into your hair, holding you close.
Ratioâs usual air of unshakable confidence was nowhere to be seen. He stood before you, his eyes wide with confusion and an almost frantic edge to his movements.
"Youâdonât remember me?" he repeated, his voice betraying a crack he hadnât expected.
You stared at him, trying to piece together the fragments of the world around you, the details of his appearance leaving you more unsettled than anything. "I⊠Iâm sorry, I donât think I know you."
His frown deepened, his expression unreadable but filled with something you couldn't quite placeâwas it hurt? Disbelief?
"I see. This is⊠unfortunate," he said, voice smooth yet tinged with something that didnât fit. He folded his arms over his chest, eyes narrowing slightly. "I expected better from your memory."
You looked at him more closely, sensing a vulnerability underneath the sharpness of his demeanor. He was, despite his intellectual brilliance, losing himself in this.
You took a step closer, closing the distance between you, your hand reaching for his, gently catching his wrist. "Iâm sorry⊠but Iâm sure weâve met before. I justâ"
He paused, his sharp breath catching in his throat as he looked down at your hand on his. For a brief moment, his composure cracked, and you could see the raw emotion behind his usually controlled facade.
"Don't do this to me," he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if the weight of the situation was too much to bear. "You must remember."
You smiled softly, understanding now. "I remember. Youâre the one who always insists on teaching me things."
His gaze softened instantly, a relieved exhale leaving him. "Good."
Ratioâs usual brilliance returned, but this time, there was something gentler about him. "Perhaps next time, try not to lose your memory so easily."
And though his words were sharp, his hand reached out to take yours, a reassurance that you were not lost to him.
Me lmaoo
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hi! i was wondering if i can request lads boys comforting their s/o bc their cat has passed. my baby passed today and iâm grieving really hard. thank you and have an amazing dayđ«¶đ»
Moving this one up immediately in my box just to express my condolences. Your baby was very loved, I'm sure, and I hope you get through this tough time with care <3 I'm sorry for your loss. It's a tough time, regardless of who you're losing. My partner's grandpa passed a couple years back and I remember us crying, laughing and bowling, crying again, and talking a lot. Heck, I went to a craft store right after I heard the news and wandered around for two hours without any goal. I think I bought lolipop sticks. Take care love <3 You'll get through this. I know it's hard.
LaDS men when your pet cat has passed away
Xavier -
Since he lives so close by, your baby was his baby too, so he's devastated. Not equally so, he knows you spent more time with them, and you had them long before you had met him, but still- the pain exists.
The both of you are a bundle of blankets for a long while, just lying in the comfort and going through the both of your phones as you look for every single photo or video that has your cat in it, even just a little bit.
Lots of tears, but lots of laughs as well.
Everything is clear and apparent with every single memory the two of you go through- every little quirk your cat had, every little habit they had-
You both have a really nice time just talking about your cat, and any of the goofy mischief they used to get up to.
Of course you cry, and of course Xavier holds you through it. He knows how hard this is for you, and he knows it'll pass.
But until then, he's got you.
He's always got you.
Zayne -
He may be pragmatic to an extreme sometimes, but when it comes to grieving, he knows how hard it can be on the human psychic.
Not to mention on someone like you, who's already been through enough.
He'll definitely ask you if you want a hug, and if the answer is yes, he'll hold you, squeezing you so snugly and for so long that surely his muscle memory doesn't know a different position anymore.
Warm tea or cocoa, his old cardigan on your shoulders, pillows and blankets surrounding you on the couch, and justâŠ
A lot of care.
If you ask him for any opinions or advice, he probably won't be able to give it to you. He doesn't want to risk anything coming out abrasive when you're still so tender, so he'll settle for condolences and anything comforting he can think of.
"I know it hurts. And you can try as you might, but the hole they left won't ever manage to be blocked out. All you can do is keep going, and hold their memory close."
Sylus -
Deep breath, it's going to be alright.
Loss is definitely something he's familiar with- and it's partially why he doesn't have anyone of his own. Mephisto may have a personality, but he's also mechanical. There's no way for him to disappear, because every bit of data in him gets saved, just in case.
But there's also no way your cat will disappear either, because Sylus has saved every memory of her, to make sure you will always have something should this day arrived.
He just didn't expect it to come so soon.
Doesn't matter what job he has, it's left to Luke and Kieran. He's by your side to care for you in whatever capacity you may need. He takes a lot of initiative, but he also asks you a lot of questions too. He doesn't want to risk making you uncomfortable, and he knows you're extra tender right now.
A lot of physical affection if that's what you need, and a lot of ideas to help you through it- whether he takes you out somewhere to help distract you from the pain, or goes through old memories with you to help you grieve through it, he'll do anything.
For as long as you may need.
Rafayel -
He hated cats.
Except for this one.
That was partially your fault, but also partially the darned cat's fault for being such a love.
He's devastated, both for you, and for himself.
He'll hug you- kiss you. Anything he can think of that usually cheers you up, even though he knows there's really nothing that's going to help right now.
He's been there, he's experienced loss. He knows what you're going through, and unfortunately- he knows that also means there's not really any helping it.
Someday when you're ready- could be in a month, could be three years from now, it doesn't matter at all him- he'll make you probably one of the favorite gifts you'll ever receive from him.
It's a portrait of your past baby, flowing full of life and color with eyes that sparkle almost as well as theirs did back when they were still around.
Almost.
And sometimes, 'almost' is more than enough to help ease the pain.
#.writey#love and deepspace#lads#lds#x reader#sylus x reader#rafayel x reader#zayne x reader#xavier x reader#<3
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Yan!JJK x Reader: How you met!
Fun Fact: It's wholesome! What could possibly go wrong in the future? :)
Characters: Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Choso and Shoko!
TW: Mentions of partying (it's brief), pet names, maid cafe (Suguru gets a little pervy thoughts), Mostly Fluff. Oh but it's yandere fluff :)
WC: 5.1K
A/n: So anytime I do a Yan!JJK this is the lore for those headcannons. I might make it, its own masterlist? idk still debating. Also, I rotated through so many ideas. My drafts for this are insane (Literally). I tried different variations for each one. Feel free to give me feedback if there are certain yan tendencies you want to see.
The dark content for this week: How they kidnapped you :)
Satoru: Are you an angel? Â
Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer of the century, was running a high fever.
Swaying slightly as he walked down a quiet neighborhood street, his head spinning, he tried to focus. He just needed to get to the pick-up location. That was it. He could handle it.
But it was getting harder to concentrate. The heat of the summer sun seemed to beat down on him relentlessly, his body too weak to handle the intensity. His normally steady steps faltered, and for a moment, he thought he might collapse.
Then, he heard it. A soft, sweet voice, like the melody of an angel.
âYou alright?â
Gojo turned his head toward the sound. An angel?
There you were, standing in front of your apartment, your hands gently watering the flowers that lined your balcony. You were older than himâmaybe five years, judging by the way you carried yourself, the maturity in your voice, the way you looked at the world like you had it all figured out. There was something about you that made his pulse quicken. Why was he feeling this way?
He blinked, his feverish thoughts clouding his focus. You were so gentle, so sweet. His head throbbed, but your soft gaze was like a balm.
âCome have a seat here,â you continued, your voice soothing. âAnd is that a blindfold? Honey, thatâs probably why youâre running a fever. Weâre going through a heat wave, you know?â
You chuckled lightly, but it wasnât condescending. No, it was sweet, nurturing. You carefully led him to the small outdoor patio that was adorned with delicate chairs and a charming little table, a tiny vase of flowers sitting in the center.
Gojo followed, his head still dizzy. How could an angel like you ever trick him?
You werenât just sweet, you were⊠perfect. He couldn't remember the last time heâd been so caught up in someone like this. His usual cocky, overconfident demeanor felt like it was slipping away, replaced by something softer, more desperate. Something heâd never let anyone seeâuntil now.
You guided him into one of the chairs with gentle hands, taking the blindfold from his face with the same tenderness. His fevered skin flushed under your touch. He couldn't help but let out a low groan of relief as the air hit his face, the sensation a small comfort amidst the haze of his fever.
"Stay here for a minute," you said softly, your smile so warm and sincere that it made his heart skip. "Iâll be right back with something for you."
He nodded, feeling a strange sense of peace wash over him. There was no reason to leave now. He felt dizzy, weak, and content to stay under your care forever.
And when you returned, he saw that you werenât just being kindâoh no, you were going above and beyond.
You made him rice balls, neatly wrapped in seaweed, and a glass of iced tea, its chilled surface sweating under the heat of the day. Homemade baked goods sat on a small plate next to the drinks, their scent filling the air with sweetness.
"You must be hungry," you said, setting the food down in front of him with a smile. "Itâs not much, but I thought it might help."
Gojo picked up one of the rice balls, staring at it for a moment. There was no way he could say no to you. He didnât even want to. Your kindness, your soft voice, the way you treated him like he wasnât just the strongest sorcerer, but someone who needed careâit was intoxicating.
He bit into the rice ball, the taste as comforting as your presence.
You were perfect. Sweet, caring, thoughtful, and so effortlessly graceful. It was as though the universe had put you in his path, just for him.
But he knew better than to trust anyone so easily.
Gojoâs mind was clouded, his thoughts sluggish under the feverâs grip, but there was one thing he was sure of: You were too good to be trusted.
You were standing right beside him, still watching him with those soft, caring eyes as if you really cared about him. Your gaze was warm, concerned, butâhe couldnât help itâhe felt a twinge of doubt. People like you didnât just act like that without wanting something. Heâd seen this before, felt it tooâpeople were always after something, even when they pretended to be kind.
And yet, in the back of his mind, a darker part of him couldnât shake the thought. Maybe this time was different. Maybe you werenât like the others.
âThank you,â he murmured between bites, his voice thick with something more than just gratitude. Did rice balls always taste this good?Â
You hummed sweetly, a soft smile playing on your lips as you shrugged. "Just doing the right thing."
You werenât just being kindâno, you were going out of your way to care for him. It felt too personal, too intimate, but he didnât mind. In fact, the more you did for him, the more he wanted from you.
âYou shouldnât be wearing all that black during a heat wave, yâknow?â you chided lightly, your voice lilting with that same gentle concern. But when you looked into his eyes, Gojo couldnât miss the way your gaze lingered, like you were looking at himâ just him. Sick, weak, and so very human.
He wanted to laugh at the thought. He was Gojo Satoru, after all. The strongest, untouchable. But in this moment, with you here, something about the way you cared for him made him feel... vulnerable.
âEven the cicadas arenât singing today," you said, tilting your head as if you were pondering something deeper. "Is there somebody I can call for you?"
Gojoâs pulse quickened at the soft weight of your words, the way you framed your question. Was it concern? Or was it an invitation? He leaned back slightly, the fever making his thoughts blur, but he didnât want to let go of that feeling of closeness youâd given him.
Someone to call?
A soft, amused smirk spread across Gojoâs face as he locked eyes with you. âIâm fine,â he said, his voice low and almost teasing. But inside, something darker flickered. âBut... if you really insist, you could always stay with me for a while. Keep an eye on me.â
You blinked, caught off guard, but there was no hesitation in your answer. You didnât sense the undercurrent of possessiveness in his words, didnât feel the quiet edge to his smile. You were too kind, too innocent, to see the real reason Gojo had said it.
But Gojo? He knew what he was doing.
You had helped him. You had made him feel seen.
And now... well, now he would make sure you never left his side.Â
Suguru: Maid to Fall for You
The girls were turning six this weekend, and all they could ask for was some⊠magical girl doll? Suguru recognized the figures. Satoru used to make him watch that show all the time. Yet, did they really need to sexualize the magical girls so much?Â
Suguru was genuinely concernedâhow could anyone fight in a mini skirt and high-heeled boots? But, if thatâs what the girls wanted, then thatâs what they would get.
The problem was that the doll was so limited edition, the only place in Tokyo that had it was this⊠maid cafe? Suguru sighed, looking at the cute pastel pink exterior of the shop. He had missions to complete and didnât exactly want to be seen here.
As the bell above the door jingled when he stepped inside, Suguru scanned the room. His eyes were immediately caught by you.
Was it the pretty lolita black dress with the dark red bow tied around your waist? Or maybe it was the collar wrapped around your neck, or the cute garters hugging the soft fat of your thighs. Perhaps it was the little cat ears with bells that sat perched atop your head.Â
No⊠it had to be the way you looked at him. Your flushed face, the innocent sparkle in your dewy eyes as you purred, âWelcome home, Master!â
Oh, God. Suguru had to bite his lip to stifle a frustrated groan. The cuteness aggression was overwhelming. He just wanted to pick you up, throw you over his shoulder, maybe chain you to his bed so no one could ever find out how adorable you were.
No. No, he couldnât think like that. He was here for one thing, and one thing only. He wasnât some pervert who went to maid cafes. But still⊠he couldn't help but wonder if the dress came with matching⊠No! He couldnât think like that either.
âYes, I, uhâŠâ Suguru, fumbling with his words? A first. âI need a limited edition magical girl doll. The pink one and⊠the purple one?â
You blinked for a moment, and then your eyes lit up in recognition.Â
âYouâre a fan of Magical Girl: X&X too? Oh my goodness, Iâm a huge fan too!âÂ
You squealed, practically bouncing on your heels as you turned to lead him toward the back of the store. Suguru had to look away, his cheeks flushing slightly as he tried to keep his gaze from lingering on how cute you were. Focus, Suguru. Focus.
You practically skipped toward the back of the store, the sound of your little heels clicking on the floor making Suguruâs heart race. He couldnât stop his eyes from following the sway of your hips as you led him deeper into the shop. The way the skirt of your dress swished, revealing cute little bloomers under your petticoat. He mentally slapped himself. He had to keep his thoughts in check, focusing on the task at hand. Geto Suguru was not some pervert!Â
As you reached the display, you turned to face him with an excited gleam in your eye. âHere it is! The last one in stock,â you said, pointing proudly to a pair of limited edition dolls. The pink one, with her sparkling pigtails, and the purple one, holding a very magical looking wand.Â
Suguru's gaze briefly flickered to the dolls, but then it shifted back to you. The way your eyes lit up, the excitement in your voiceâit was all so⊠intoxicating. Like you were holding onto his every word. He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.
âThanks,â he mumbled, still not quite sure how to behave around you. "I didnât expect⊠I didnât think it would be so hard to get."
You giggled, a soft, melodic sound that made something flutter in his chest. âWell, Magical Girl: X&X is a very popular series! Itâs hard to find the dolls, especially the limited edition ones. Iâm glad you came in time.â
Suguru didnât trust his voice to speak anymore. He just nodded and pulled out his wallet, handing over the money. You didnât even look at the transaction, instead continuing to talk to him as you carefully wrapped the dolls in bright, crinkling pink paper.
Focus, Suguru. Focus on the dolls. Youâre just here for the dolls.
But how could he? His eyes couldnât seem to leave the way you tilted your head just slightly, your little cat ears bobbing with every movement. The little jingle that came with every movement. And the way you smiled at him, so genuinely, with that adorable little glint in your eyes that made something inside of him twist. He couldnât stop itâhis heart was pounding, and his brain was screaming at him to do something.
You handed him the dolls with such enthusiasm, your hands barely brushing against his fingers as you passed the package over to him.
Oh god, even the way you handed me the dolls is cute. Why are you so cute?
Suguru swallowed hard, the overwhelming desire to just⊠hug you, smother you, rising up in his chest. He wanted to pick you up, hold you close, and just protect you from the world. He wanted to be the only person you ever looked at, the only one you ever smiled at like that.
You were practically defenseless anyways.Â
But he had to hold himself back. He couldnât be that person, could he? No, noâhe was here for a reason. He was supposed to be here for the dolls.Â
âUh⊠Thanks,â Suguru managed to choke out, his voice coming out hoarse and unsteady. He was so aware of the way his hands were shaking, holding the package. He needed to leave. Now.
But you were still looking up at him, your lips curving into a playful little smile. âYou know, youâre really serious about this, arenât you, Master?â You giggled, the sound so light, so melodic that Suguru almost felt like he could die from the sheer cuteness of it all.Â
No, no, stop, Suguru! Stop!
âIâyeah, I guess,â he muttered, looking anywhere but at you. His gaze darted over to the corner of the room, anywhere but those soft eyes that were making his chest feel like it was going to explode.Â
The urge to reach out and squeeze your cheeksâto just hold youâwas so strong. His fingers twitched, his jaw clenched. He wanted to pull you closer, get a better look at how delicate you were, how fragile.Â
âI hope you enjoy your figures, Master!â You brightly smiled up at him. God, how he wanted to strangle that pretty little neck of yours. How he wanted to tug on that collar so tight that you were choking with tears in your eyes. How he wanted to bite your cheeks to see what sounds youâd make.Â
Stop smiling like that. Stop acting so cute. Itâs too much. Itâs too fucking much.
His hands tightened around the package, the sharp edges digging into his palm. He wanted to scream, to yell at you to stop making him feel like this. But instead, he just smiled back, a smile that felt more like a grimace than anything else.Â
âRight⊠right. I will,â Suguru said, his voice barely a whisper now. âIâll⊠Iâll come back soon.â He forced the words out, though they felt foreign on his tongue. The truth was, he didnât just want to come backâhe wanted to stay. He wanted to be close to you. He wanted to know everything about you, every little detail.Â
You smiled even wider, completely unaware of the danger you were putting yourself in. âIâll be here! Iâll be waiting for you, Master!â
Suguru turned on his heel, trying desperately to calm his racing heart as he walked toward the door. But the entire time, his thoughts were consumed by you. The way you looked at him. The way your voice sounded when you called him âMaster.âÂ
His thoughts spiraled as he stepped outside, gripping the package tightly in his hands. His chest felt tight, constricted. He had never felt this way about anyone before. This level of intensity, this overwhelming desire to possess and protectâit was like nothing he had ever experienced. He didnât know whether to run or stay. All he knew was that you were the most perfect person he had ever met, and the more he thought about you, the more he spiraled.
But you were still so innocent. So dumb to how he felt. And thatâthatâwas what made it so unbearable.
Nanami: Online Dating
Nanami Kento didnât have time for dating. Not that anyone believed him when he expressed that.
Gojo, that meddling idiot, had sneakily downloaded a dating app on his phone, swiping through profiles until Nanami found himself matched with youâa party girl, as Gojo put it. The last thing Nanami needed was some whirlwind romance or a string of distractions. He had work to do, responsibilities to handle. Yet here he was, standing outside a quaint little cafĂ©, a man of routine now playing the part of someone interested in this game.
He glanced down at the photos on his phone. There you were: pictures of you laughing with friends at clubs, holding drinks in your hands, the glamorous nights out at fancy restaurants. And then there were the modeling shotsâposing next to sleek supercars, all shiny and polished. Nanamiâs lips pressed into a thin line.
He didnât need to be a mind reader to know you were probably a disaster waiting to happen. You had issues, he could tell. And that was the last thing he wanted to get entangled in. He wasn't the type to judge a book by its cover, but he knew enough to assume you wouldnât be the kind of woman he'd ever bring home to his parents.
His brows furrowed slightly, a sigh leaving his lips as he shoved the phone into his pocket. He adjusted his long coat, letting the cool evening breeze swirl around him. This date was probably going to be a waste of time.
Then, out of nowhere, you appeared.
You walked toward him in a soft pink maxi dress, the delicate fabric flowing behind you like some ethereal vision. A simple, sweet white bow tied neatly in your hair. You radiated a charm, an innocence that Nanami hadnât expected, and for a brief moment, his chest tightened with something he couldnât immediately place.
You smiled at him, sweet and genuine, and he couldn't help but feel...
âAm I late?â you asked softly, your head tilting as you looked up at him, your eyes bright with genuine concern. âSorry, I had a late shift at the cocktail bar I work at, so I was really worried I was going toââ
Your voice trailed off as you noticed the strange expression on his face. Nanami blinked, clearing his throat, but the chill of his cynicism seemed to melt under your gaze. The hardness in his chest softened, and that unsettling feeling gnawed at him again, the one that made him feel like he should be on guard. But why? Why did you make him feel like this?
âNo,â he said, his voice gruff but steady. âYouâre fine. Iâm just... surprised.â
He hadnât meant to say that last part out loud, but there it was. He was surprisedâsurprised by how genuine you seemed. It wasnât the image heâd built in his mind based on the photos. He was used to women who were superficial, all looks and no substance, but you⊠you didnât fit that mold.
You smiled again, this time a little more shyly, before giving a small nod. âIâm glad. I really didnât want to make you wait too long.â
Nanami nodded curtly, unsure of what to do with this strange reaction inside him. His eyes studied you more closely now, noting the little detailsâthe way you moved with a kind of quiet grace that almost made him forget the judgment he had passed on you. You werenât like the other women heâd met, and that was... unsettling.
You stepped closer, the scent of your perfumeâsomething light and floralâlingering in the air around him. He found it strangely intoxicating, though he hated to admit it.
"So, what do you want to do?" you asked, the sweetness in your tone making him feel almost... guilty. He was supposed to be the one guiding this evening, not you. But it was hard to ignore the pull you had over him already.
He cleared his throat again, pushing the discomfort aside. âI was thinking dinner. Nothing fancy.â
You smiled softly, your eyes twinkling, but there was something behind that smileâsomething that made his stomach twist, and not from discomfort. It was an entirely different kind of tension, one he had no intention of analyzing too deeply.
âSounds perfect,â you agreed.
As the Date Continues:
Nanami hadnât expected much, but as the evening wore on, he found himself listening to you in a way he hadnât done for a long time. You werenât just talkative, you were engaging, and each laugh that escaped your lips seemed to stir something inside him. You were kind, warm, easy to talk toâand it was starting to unsettle him. This wasnât what he had imagined, and that, in and of itself, was a problem.
Every time you reached across the table to grab your drink, or brushed a lock of hair from your face, Nanami couldnât shake the growing sense of... need. It wasnât the typical attraction he feltâthis was different. You were slipping under his skin in a way that was both dangerous and familiar.
By the time the meal was over, Nanami was no longer concerned about how out of place he felt. He was no longer thinking about the party girl who didnât fit into his carefully constructed life. Instead, he found himself obsessed with the way you moved, the way you spoke. Everything about you now seemed... necessary.
âAre you sure you want to head home alone?â Nanami asked, his voice quieter than before.
You paused, blinking in surprise, but your smile remained sweet. âIâm used to it. My apartmentâs not far.â
For a moment, Nanami didnât speak, just watched you with an unreadable look in his eyes.Â
âIâll walk you to your door,â he said finally, his tone calm, as he gave you a smile. âItâs the right thing to doâÂ
Choso: Heart Shaped Lattes
Choso stood outside the small café nestled in the heart of Akihabara, waiting for Yuji and his friends. The city buzzed around him, but he remained still, his gaze distant as he watched the passing crowds. His phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling his attention. It was a message from his little brother:
âSorry Choso! Weâre running a bit behind, you can order first if you want! :)â
Of course, he wasnât upset. Even though Yuji was already fifteen minutes late, and Choso had been awkwardly standing alone outside, he would never feel anger toward his brother. It was just a small thing. A human thing.
With a quiet sigh, he pushed open the cafĂ© door, and the familiar sounds of clinking cups and soft lofi music washed over him. The dimly lit interior felt cozy, a warm contrast to the bustling streets outside. Chosoâs tired eyes scanned the room, his thoughts clouded as he made his way to the counter, gaze fixed on the floor.
âOne latte. Please,â he ordered in his usual low, steady voice. He glanced up at the menu, as if the words there would help him understand what to say next. âHot.â
It was the only drink Yuji had introduced him to, and despite its simplicity, Choso had come to enjoy it. There was something comforting about it. Something predictable. He was still getting used to thisâthis human lifestyle, the routine, the small moments that made up their lives.
The barista behind the counter smiled, her eyes warm as she took his order. Choso barely noticed the kindness in her expression, too focused on his own thoughts to appreciate the way she smiled at him. She handed him the receipt with a soft clink, and he nodded in acknowledgment before stepping away to find a table.
The cafĂ© wasnât crowded, but it wasnât empty either. It was just the right amount of busy that allowed Choso to sit quietly in the corner, unnoticed. He chose a seat by the window, glancing at his phone again to see if Yuji had messaged. Nothing. He smiled faintly. He could wait. He had all the time in the world.
A moment later, his latte arrived, set on the table with a soft clink of ceramic against wood. Chosoâs eyes flicked down to the cup as the barista placed it in front of him. He froze.
There, on the surface of the coffee, was something unexpected. A perfect heart, etched into the foam.
Chosoâs breath caught in his throat. His mind spun in confusion. Why was his heart beating so fast? Was itâan enemy? Was someone threatening him? No⊠that wasnât it. This wasnât danger. It was something else. Something he didnât understand.
Blood rushed to his face, and he quickly glanced away, his eyes darting around the cafĂ© in a frantic search for a distraction. But there was nothing. Nothing to explain this.Â
No. It wasnât possible. Was it?
His gaze snapped back to the barista. The girl who had taken his order. Her face was bathed in the soft glow of the cafĂ© lights, and now that he was lookingâreally lookingâhe saw how stunning she was. Her lips were slightly pressed, a small concentration as she worked, preparing drinks with smooth, delicate movements.
You. You were the one who had made the heart in his coffee.
Choso swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. His pulse was erratic, the sensation almost overwhelming.Â
A heart. You had put a heart in his latte. The pretty little barista.
That must mean⊠love, right?
His mind raced with the possibilities. Was this some kind of sign? A gesture? Were youâinterested in him?
No. It couldnât be. He didnât even know your name. He had barely spoken to you, hadnât even properly looked at you until now. But still⊠the heart was something. It had to mean something.
He couldnât tear his eyes away as you moved behind the counter, your every action now laced with meaning. The simple task of preparing drinks had transformed into something so intimate, so personal.
Choso leaned forward, his fingers curling tightly around the edge of his coffee cup. His thoughts churned as he staredâŠ.at that sweet little heart.Â
Yuji and his friends would be here soon, but for now, he was lost. Lost in the warmth of the coffee, and in the warmth of a feeling that was newâand so very dangerous. A feeling that crept into his chest, tugging at something dark inside him.
Choso couldnât help himself. He ordered at least three more drinks before his friends showed up. His heart is racing every time. Each time, you greeted him with that same smile, handing him the perfect coffee, each cup as flawless as the last. Each one had that sweet little heart in the foam. When you even gave him a free pastryâsomething small, something extraâhe was sure of it.Â
Surely, this was love.
Surely, he was meant to be here every day, because you twoâyou and himâwere meant for each other, right?
This was what a soulmate was.Â
Shoko: Medical SchoolÂ
Oh, medical school. What a joke.
Shoko could cheat her way through most of her labs using her techniqueâhealing, manipulating, fixing. But there was one thing she couldnât control, couldnât fake: Organic Chemistry.
She could easily fix broken bones, curse away a cold, hell, when her students lost limbs, Shoko could put them back together without even breaking a sweat. But Organic Chemistry? That was her undoing.
How was she supposed to understand what a nucleophilic attack was? Why were there shapes in chemistry?
It was a joke.
Which, of course, led her to you.
It was a slow morning, and Shoko dragged herself to the lecture hall, already exhausted from last nightâs work. She slumped into the back row, hoping to at least catch a nap while pretending to take notes. Her eyes half-lidded, she scanned the room, not expecting anything interesting. That was until youâsweet, innocent little youâsat right next to her.
âHah... I was worried I wasnât going to make it. I never miss a lecture, yâknow!â You said brightly, your accent heavy from one of the more rural areas of Japan. You were so⊠casual, so warm.
You leaned over, extending your hand to her with a smile. âIâm Y/n, and you areâŠ?â
Shoko blinked, looking at your outstretched hand for a long beat, her gaze flickering from the innocent shine in your eyes to the warmth in your palm. She didnât even bother to hide the smirk that tugged at her lips.
âIeiri Shoko,â she hummed, amusement dancing in her tone as she took your hand and gave it a firm shake.
You were like a cute little puppy, werenât you? Too trusting, too innocent.
She could already picture you with a tail waggingâcompletely unaware of what she might do to you.
Then, her gaze shifted.
You pulled out your notesâso detailed, so organized. Color-coded, of course, and even had cute little doodles in the margins explaining everything. A simple little smiley face here, a heart there, like a childâs drawing. Everything was perfect.
It irritated her. Not in the usual way. It wasnât jealousy. No, it was something else. Something darker. Something that whispered: Youâre the answer. You could help meâŠ
Shokoâs eyes lingered on the page as she tried to suppress the urge to take those notes. She wasnât proud of it, butâwell, she had to admit it to herself. Organic Chemistry was her weakness. And you? You were her ticket to fixing that.
It didnât take long for Shoko to fail the first exam. Sheâd be fine, of course. She could always cheat. But for now, it was an excuse to get closer to you.
She leaned over, her tone casual, but with a hint of something moreâsomething almost⊠possessive.
âYour notes,â she began, voice dripping with barely-contained amusement, âtheyâre cute.â
Your face lit up immediately, a pure excitement in your eyes as you beamed at her. âOh, thank you! I almost always get a seat in the front, but today I just missed my train after my shift at the Lawson, and wellââ
Shoko didnât need the backstory. She never did.
Her lips curled into a teasing, playful pout, the kind that didnât quite reach her eyes, which glinted with something more dangerous. She leaned in just a little closer, lowering her voice.
âCould you lend them to me?â she asked, her tone silky and smooth, the words almost too innocent. âI really need them for studying. And I didnât quite catch everything in the lectureâŠâ
Your enthusiasm was infectious. You beamed, completely unaware of the darker edge in her voice. âWell, I canât exactly lend them to youâŠbut I could give you a copy!â you chimed brightly. Your excitement was so pure, so sweet, it made Shoko have to stifle a laugh.
Oh, you were cute.
Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, as if she were plotting something already. âSure, sure. How about you come over to my apartment and drop them off, yeah? Maybe we could study together too⊠You seem to know your stuff.â
She watched as you nodded eagerly, too eager. Someone could just easily kidnap you, couldnât they?
âOh, that would be great! Hereâs all my contact information!â you chirped, pulling out your phone and eagerly handing it to her.
Shoko took the phone from your hand, the faintest smile playing at her lips.Â
You had already caught her interest. In more ways than one.
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In the Quiet Moments
Pairing: Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader
Summary: After Caitlynâs mother dies, the reader comforts her through her grief, and their unspoken feelings for each other quietly surface as they share a tender, emotional moment.
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The Kiramman estate was cloaked in silence. Tonight, it seemed like the mansion itself mourned, as if it understood the grief in Caitlynâs heart. You found her sitting by the window, knees pulled close to her chest, the rain outside echoing her loss. She looked up as you entered, her expression hollow, as though some vital part of her had been torn away.
Without a word, you moved closer, sinking to the floor beside her. You didnât ask if she wanted company; you knew the offer of comfort would only remind her of what sheâd lost. Instead, you reached out and lightly took her hand, your thumb brushing over her knuckles in gentle, repetitive strokes. To your surprise, she didnât pull away.
"CaitlynâŠ" you began softly, but the words caught in your throat. What was there to say that could ease this pain?
âItâs strange,â she whispered, her voice a fragile murmur. âYou think youâre prepared for something like this⊠and then it happens, and you realize you never were.â
Her words broke your heart. Caitlyn Kiramman, who was always so steady, so composed, was unraveling. In this moment, you couldnât hold back anymoreânot your feelings, not your concern, not your need to protect her from this crushing weight. She deserved to know, at least tonight, that she wasnât alone.
âI donât know if I can make it easier,â you said softly, holding her gaze. âBut Iâll be here⊠for whatever you need.â
For a moment, she just looked at you, her eyes searching your face as if trying to find answers there. Then, with a tentative sigh, she leaned into you, resting her head on your shoulder. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer, feeling the delicate trembling in her shoulders as she let herself lean into the comfort you offered.
You sat like that for a while, your fingers tracing soothing circles along her back, your other hand still gently holding hers. Gradually, her breathing slowed, and the tension in her body eased. She shifted slightly, leaning more against you, her hand tightening around yours as though afraid you might slip away.
âThank you,â she whispered, her voice soft against your shoulder. âI⊠I donât know what Iâd do without you right now.â
You brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear with a tenderness that had always come so naturally around her, yet youâd always hidden it behind careful walls. But tonight, in this quiet vulnerability, it felt impossible to hold back.
âYouâll never have to find out,â you promised, barely a whisper, yet heavy with everything you felt.
Her gaze lifted to yours, something in her eyes softening as her fingers grazed your cheek, tracing a line so gentle it made your heart stutter. Her hand lingered there, her thumb brushing along your jaw as though exploring a secret sheâd kept hidden for too long.
âSometimes⊠Iâm scared of needing anyone like this,â she murmured, her voice raw with emotion. âI donât know what Iâd do if I lost you too.â
You leaned forward, resting your forehead against hers, a silent response that she didnât have to worry about that. There was something in her eyes that was both familiar and new, like she was only now letting herself show what sheâd felt all along. You felt it tooâan intense, quiet longing that had simmered beneath the surface, bound by unspoken fears.
âCaitlyn, you donât have to hide from me,â you murmured, letting your hand slide down to hold hers again. âIâm not going anywhere. I never was.â
She closed her eyes, taking a deep, shuddering breath as if finally allowing herself to let go. And then, in a moment so small yet so precious, she leaned in, her lips brushing yours with a hesitance that spoke to both fear and trust. It was a delicate, fleeting touch, but it held everything she hadnât said. It was a promise wrapped in fragility, a reassurance that you were right there with her.
You pulled her closer, gently, resting your chin atop her head as she nestled into you. You held her as she drifted off in your arms, letting sleep finally take her, trusting you to keep her safe. For the first time, it felt like you were both exactly where you were meant to beâwrapped in a silent understanding, neither of you needing to say more.
In the soft quiet of that moment, as you held Caitlyn close, you knew she felt it too: you werenât just her friend. You were the anchor that would see her through this loss, and she was the part of your heart that you had always, always waited to share.
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Warning: Angst/mention of death/Blood/MPreg/MxM
A/B/O dynamics:
Omega (Han, Felix, Y/n)
Beta (Hyunjin, Seungmin, I.N)
Alpha (Chan, Changbin, Leeknow)
The series might traumatize you. I really hope you guys like it and enjoy it.
Summary - Request; I've just been reading your A/B/O series and it's so so so good. I was wondering if you would accept an ot8 request where their omega gets in trouble with another pack and Straykids are really worried?
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"Would you like to see Han and Felix?" Hyunjin asked softly, his voice gentle as she rested against his chest. She had just gone through an intense session of cleaning her wounds, and the exhaustion was evident on her face. Her omega side, still unsettled, wasnât allowing her to heal as quickly as she would have liked.
"C-can I see Han? Iâm not sure about Felix," she murmured, glancing up at him, her eyes a little tired and distant. Hyunjinâs hands were slowly running through her hair, his touch tender and soothing.
"Why not Felix?" he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion as he studied her face. The uncertainty in her voice had him puzzled.
"Iâm not ready to see him... just know that," she said quietly, avoiding his gaze. Her voice held a firmness, but it was clear there was more to the situation that she wasnât ready to share.
Hyunjin felt a small shift in her scentâalthough it still carried that faint offness, it grew even more sour, tinged with something he couldnât quite place.
"Alright, we donât have to talk about it," he said softly, understanding that pressing her wasnât going to help. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, the warmth of his lips offering a small comfort. He definitely knew the reason behind her reluctanceâit was the pregnancy. He could piece it together now, the signs, the subtle shifts in her behavior. She was still processing it all, and he knew it wasnât something she wanted to discuss just yet.
He kissed her forehead again, then slid his hand down to her lower back, rubbing soothing circles against her skin. His movements were slow and calming, trying to ease the tension in her body as she lay against him. He could feel her drifting, her body growing heavier with sleep.
"Rest now," he whispered softly. "Iâll be here when you wake up." And with that, he continued to gently caress her back, waiting patiently for her to fall into a peaceful slumber.
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"How is she doing?"
"She's gone back to sleep, Hyung," Hyunjin replied, his voice quiet as he closed Y/N's bedroom door behind him. The soft click of the door echoed in the stillness, but it did little to ease the heavy tension hanging in the air.
"Has she asked for anyone?" Leeknowâs voice trembled slightly, his posture stiff as he glanced anxiously at Hyunjin. His eyes were still a dull gray, and his concern was written all over his face. He hadnât even tried to calm his own alpha down, knowing it would be pointless. The stress was too much, even for him.
"No, she asked for Han," Hyunjin sighed, rubbing his temples as they walked down the corridor, hand in hand. "Her wounds are taking a long time to heal. That's my worry," he continued, his tone weary and filled with concern.
"Do we need to bring one of the Umma's from the village?" Leeknow asked, looking up at the beta with desperation in his eyes. While Hyunjin was known as the best healer in the pack, the village grandmothers had been the ones tending to their kind for generationsâlong before Chan had taken over. They were old now, retired from their duties, but Leeknow would do whatever it took. If it meant tracking them down, he'd do it without hesitation.
"No, itâs okay, love," Hyunjin answered, giving Leeknow a soft look. "I can handle it. I just need to go through the ancestral scrolls and find something stronger." He knew that his own abilities had limits, but he was determined to make it work.
"This is serious, Hyunjin," Leeknowâs voice softened, his expression solemn. "Werewolves don't lose pups. If you need help..." He trailed off, his eyes searching Hyunjin's face, trying to gauge the weight of the situation.
For centuries, werewolves were known to have the strongest blood. Miscarriages and abortions were unheard ofâsomething they all took for granted. This was a new, terrifying reality for Hyunjin. Heâd never faced something like this before.
"Leeknow, I said itâs okay," Hyunjin snapped, his voice suddenly sharp. "Donât question my abilities." He growled, stepping back from his alpha, frustration and fear bubbling beneath the surface.
"Hey, watch it," Leeknowâs voice darkened, a quiet warning. No one in the packâespecially not a betaâever stepped up to him like that. Hyunjin's lip quivered at the reprimand, and finally, he broke.
"Iâm sorry, Hyung," Hyunjin whispered, his shoulders sagging. "This is just so messed up. She's broken, completely... and she's slowly rejecting our bond. If she completely rejects us... we couldâ"
"No," Leeknow interrupted sharply, pulling Hyunjin into a hug. His arms wrapped tightly around him, trying to offer comfort. They sank down onto the bed together, Leeknow gently massaging Hyunjinâs scalp as they sat in silence. "Don't say that," he whispered, his voice cracking with fear. "We just need to find a way to get Chan in there without her... without her freaking out."
"She wonât allow it, she doesn't even want to see Felix because of the pup," Hyunjin said, his voice heavy with defeat. "Her omega is already convinced we did nothing to protect her. Donât you feel it, babe?" He looked up at Leeknow, his eyes filled with sorrow. The burn in their marks was unmistakableâthe sign that one of them was suffering deeply. In this case, it was Y/N.
"I know," Leeknow replied, his voice calm but tinged with sadness. "Weâll be okay, Hyunjin. We just need to figure out a way to keep Felix away for now." He wiped a stray tear from his cheek, trying to stay strong for both of them.
Hyunjin nodded, his hand absentmindedly rubbing the new tattoo on his armâa symbol of the new life entering their pack. "I donât know how sheâll handle seeing him. And he canât seem to stop begging to see her," he said quietly. "Iâm second in command, but right now, it feels like Iâm failing," Leeknow sighed.
"Weâre in this together," Hyunjin reassured him softly. "We just need to distract himâtake him down to the streams or the village to play with the kids, or get him to do some charity work. Anything to keep him occupied."
"Yeah," Leeknow agreed, his voice low. "Right now, he's out shopping for the baby with I.N." He let out a small sigh. "At least heâs not here making things worse."
A heavy silence fell between them, thick with unspoken fears. They were still going to be dads, even though they had just lost one of their pups. The harsh reality was settling inâlife had to move on, whether they were ready or not.
"Are Chan and Changbin Hyung back?" Hyunjin asked, trying to focus on something else, anything else.
"No," Leeknow replied. "They went with the hyungs to track and hunt the rogues. They told me to stay and watch over everything." So that was where Chan and Changbin had disappeared toâoff with the elders, tracking rogues in the forest.
"Alright," Hyunjin said, standing up and stretching. "Iâm going to go check on her again. If you find Han, tell him to come, but only if he's strong enough." Hyunjin let go of Leeknow's hand slowly, his fingers lingering for a moment.
"Okay," Leeknow said, his voice firm, though still quiet. "Be strong for me, okay? Iâm just down the stairs if you need me." He gave Hyunjin a final look, his aura shifting to something darker, more protective.
"Okay, Hyung. I love you."
"I love you too," Leeknow replied, his voice soft but steady.
When Leeknow finally found Han, he was in the kitchen with Seungmin, both of them busy preparing food for their mates. The smell of freshly cooked dishes filled the room, but Leeknow wasnât focused on that. He had something important to say.
"Hey, Hannie?" Leeknow called out, his voice soft but urgent.
Han immediately looked up, his large eyes filled with hope and concern.
"Yes, Hyung, is she okay? Does she need anything? Do you need anything?" Han stopped what he was doing, his full attention now on Leeknow, worry evident in his voice.
Leeknow paused for a moment before responding, his own heart heavy with the weight of what needed to be done.
"Babe, I think it's time for you to go try talking to her," Leeknow informed him gently but firmly.
Han's eyes widened, and he took a step back, shaking his head slightly as panic started to creep in. "Are you sure? Is it not too early? What if she panics? What if I make it worse?" His hands were shaking, his chest pounding with nerves, and he felt the pull of his omega instinctsâloud and demanding.
Go. Go. Omega needs us. Mate needs us. Now.
Han's eyes flickered gold, his omega taking control, the familiar surge of instinct filling his veins.
"She needs you, Han. She needs an omega by her side," Leeknow said, his voice calm but filled with quiet conviction. "I believe in you."
Han didnât hesitate any longer. His omega instincts were too strong, and his heart ached knowing Y/N needed him. He quickly gathered his thoughts and began to pack away the food, giving Seungmin a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving for upstairs.
The walk to her door felt like an eternity. His mind raced, unsure of what to say or do. He grabbed anything he could findâclothes from different roomsâknowing he needed to build a nest for her. He was determined to make her feel safe, to make her feel loved.
When Han finally reached the door, the room was dark, the only light coming from a dimly lit lamp on the nightstand. Y/N was in the center of the bed, Hyunjin holding her close, his hand gently stroking her hair. Han stood there for a moment, gathering his thoughts, before Hyunjin looked up at him and nodded, signaling for him to come closer.
Y/N stirred as she felt a new presence in the room. Her senses were sharp, and as soon as she caught the new scentâone that was familiar and comfortingâher heart skipped. She didnât know what to expect. The fear of rejection still clung to her. She was certain that they might hate her now, that they might blame her.
When her golden eyes met Hanâs, all her worries seemed to collapse. Without thinking, she bolted upright, her hands reaching out toward him. The moment their eyes met, her tears began to fall freely, her body shaking with the weight of her emotions.
"Hannie," she sobbed, her voice breaking as she reached for him. "Please... I donât know if youâre angry at me... Please donât hate me."
Hanâs heart shattered at the sight of her, her vulnerability hitting him harder than he expected. He wasted no time. Without a second thought, he crawled into the bed beside her, throwing the clothes he had gathered into Hyunjinâs hands. He wrapped his arms around her, scenting her gently but urgently. He wanted to erase any trace of the pain and trauma still clinging to her scent, to make her feel safe and loved again.
"Iâm sorry," she whispered, her voice hoarse as she clung to him, desperately needing his presence, his comfort.
"Shhh," Han murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Thereâs no reason for you to apologize. This is not your fault." He cupped her face gently, staring deep into her eyes, his own eyes filled with sorrow. "Iâm so sorry this happened to you," he whispered, placing a tender kiss on her forearm. All she could do was cry. She had missed him so much.
"I love you," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, but the weight of the words was clear.
"I love you too," Han replied, his voice firm and full of resolve. "Forever, okay? Iâm never letting you out of my sight. Whoever did this to you... I hope Chan Hyung rips their head off and keeps it as a trophy."
Y/N couldnât help but let out a shaky breath, her scent slightly souring as she pulled him closer. "Iâm okay now, Han. I promise," she whispered, trying to convince herself as much as him. "As long as Iâm back home, thatâs all that matters now."
Hanâs heart twisted with guilt. She wasnât angry at them, wasnât holding any of this against them. She was trying so hard to stay strong, even though it was clear that she was breaking inside. He just couldnât understand why she wasnât angry with them for not protecting her, for not doing more. But right now, none of that mattered. He just wanted to hold her. He just wanted her to feel safe.
He pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair, allowing himself to just feel her. "Iâm not going anywhere, Y/N," he whispered.
"I'm sitting right in the corner if you need me," Hyunjin said softly, his voice laced with concern as he sat quietly by the door.
Y/N sniffled, her eyes swollen from the tears she had cried. She looked up at him, her face twisted with a mixture of exhaustion and vulnerability. "Hyunjinnie, go get some real rest," she urged, her voice gentle but firm. "Eat something, take a hot shower, and nap. I promise, Iâm right here with Han."
Hyunjin shook his head, his eyes soft but unwavering. "Y/N, I told you I wouldnât leave."
She sighed, her gaze softening as she reached for his hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. "Youâre not leaving," she assured him, her voice growing steadier. "Iâm right here with Han. Youâve been working nonstop, looking after everyone. Please, take care of yourself; I promise nothing will happen."
Hyunjin stood still for a moment, taken aback by how calm and composed she sounded now. It gave him a flicker of hope, but the worry still gnawed at him. He felt the weight of everything, the endless worry and exhaustion, but hearing Y/N speak so firmly made him feel a bit more confident in leaving her alone for a while. Still, he hesitated.
"Okay... Iâll be back in a bit," Hyunjin finally said, his voice a bit strained. "Han, if anything happens, call me." His eyes lingered on Y/N one last time before he leaned down to kiss both of them on the forehead.
"I will, trust me, Hyung," Han reassured, his voice calm but filled with an undercurrent of concern. Hyunjin gave one last glance to the pair, the tension in his chest easing slightly. As he exited the room, he felt a small sense of relief knowing Y/N was opening up to Han. That was a step in the right direction.
Once the door clicked shut behind him, Han let out a slow breath, turning back to Y/N. His voice softened, almost a whisper, as he gazed down at her. "Baby," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "How come I can't feel you in the bond anymore?" The question had been haunting him for hours, and now it was out in the open.
Y/Nâs eyes flickered, her breath hitching as she looked up at him. The bond between them had been a silent connection, one that had always been there, pulsing with warmth and reassurance. But now... it was nothing but a cold, distant feeling.
"I don't want you to feel my pain," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Felix is pregnant... That would put a strain on him, and I just can't handle the alphas right now. I don't want to deal with all of it." She closed her eyes, trying to keep herself composed, but the ache in her chest was impossible to ignore.
Hanâs heart ached as he gently ran his fingers through her hair, his touch soft and soothing. "Oh, but you know that Chan and the alphas never meant to hurt you," he said quietly. "Theyâve been beating themselves up over it, not forgiving themselves for what happened. Theyâve been looking for you nonstop, Y/N."
"I donât want to talk about it," she whispered, shaking her head, her body tense against him. "Havenât I been through enough?" Her voice trembled as she nuzzled her face into his collarbone, seeking solace in his scent.
Han paused, the weight of her words sinking in. "Yes, you have," he said softly, his voice filled with guilt. "Iâm sorry." He held her close, his heart heavy with the knowledge that she was still carrying the weight of everything that had happened. "But youâll have to face Felix eventually," he said, his tone gentle but firm. "Heâs been really worried about you."
Y/N stiffened at the mention of Felix, her hands instinctively moving to her stomach. The emptiness that had settled in her chest the moment they lost their pup seemed to fill her again, like an overwhelming wave of grief. "Iâm just not ready," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I canât bear to see him carrying our pup."
Hanâs heart clenched painfully at her words. "Our pup," he corrected softly, as though trying to remind her, to ground her in the reality that they still had a future, that they still had each other. "Donât forget... youâre still the mother of that baby." The words felt heavy, but they needed to be said.
Y/N shuddered, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks as she turned her face away from him. "Han, please... enough," she pleaded, her voice trembling with the weight of it all. "I canât take it."
"Shhh," Han whispered, pulling her closer into his embrace. His heart was breaking at the sight of her distress, and guilt gnawed at him for bringing it all up. "Itâs okay, get some rest." He gently rubbed her back, trying to comfort her. "Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to upset you. I know Iâve made it worse."
The guilt in his chest was suffocating, and his omega instincts were furious at him for making her cry, for causing her even more pain.
"Please... be patient with me," she murmured, her voice barely audible now as she drifted into a fitful sleep, the exhaustion from everything weighing her down.
Han stayed still, watching her with pained eyes, his hand resting gently on her back. As she slowly drifted off, he kissed her forehead softly, his heart breaking in his chest. "Iâm so sorry," he whispered to her, his voice full of love and regret. "Iâll be here. Always."
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"Where's Han?" was the first question I.N asked when they all sat down for dinner. His eyes quickly scanned the room, but the empty seat beside him didnât go unnoticed.
"He's upstairs with Y/n," Hyunjin answered, clearing his throat, trying to keep his tone casual.
"He's with Y/n?" Felix perked up immediately, his eyes widening in surprise. "How come? Did she ask for me?" His voice was hopeful, almost eager, but it was clear he didnât fully understand the situation.
Hyunjin glanced over at Lee Know, seeking some help in explaining the situation. Lee Know, sensing the tension, stepped in.
"S-she⊠uh, right now we just donât want to overwhelm her, so we sent Han in to check on her," Hyunjin said, his voice faltering slightly. He couldnât help but feel a sharp pang of guilt in his chest for lying, even if it was to keep things calm.
"Oh..." Felix frowned, his shoulders slumping. "Can I go in next?" he asked, his voice filled with concern, his food now completely forgotten. The worry in his tone was impossible to ignore.
"How about we finish dinner first?" Lee Know interjected smoothly, "Then weâll see if sheâs awake."
Felix nodded reluctantly, but let out a sigh of frustration. "Okay, that's fine. I just really hope sheâs okay," he muttered, looking down at his untouched plate.
"How was shopping?" Hyunjin asked, eager to change the subject and distract everyone from the tension surrounding Y/n.
"It was okay," Felix replied, though he seemed distracted. "I just wish you guys couldâve come. I wonder when Chan and Changbin-hyung will be back," he pouted, poking at his food absentmindedly.
"Eat, babe, you havenât been eating," I.N scolded softly, noticing how little Felix had touched his meal. Felix let out a tiny whimper, not expecting to be called out.
"Iâm not hungryâŠ" Felix mumbled, his gaze shifting from his food to his mates.
"Eat," Seungmin teased, his voice light but firm. "I worked hard on this."
Felix couldnât help but smile, the teasing tone breaking through his mood. "Okay, for you, I will," he replied, taking a small bite of his food, though his mind was clearly still elsewhere.
The room went silent again as everyone fell into their own thoughts, the tension still lingering like an unspoken weight.
Suddenly, Lee Knowâs posture stiffened, and his chopsticks clattered to the table as he stood up abruptly. His instincts were on high alert as he felt the bond feel heavy. His alpha was urging him to go outside.
Someone was on their territory.
"Theyâre home," he said, his voice sharp with urgency.
Without waiting for anyone else, he bolted for the door, his footsteps echoing through the house.
"Hyung wait up!" Hyunjin was right behind him, and the rest of the group slowly stood up, following in a mix of confusion and concern.
When Lee Know reached the driveway, his eyes went wide. He saw Chan and Changbin coming down the path, both of them covered in blood, their faces exhausted and drained. Their clothes were torn, and it was clear they had just been through something rough.
"What the hell?" Lee Know gasped, rushing to support Chan, while Hyunjin quickly stepped in to help Changbin.
"What happened?" Hyunjin asked, his voice tight with worry, his hand resting on Changbin's shoulder to steady him.
Chan gave a weary glance at his mates, blood dripping from a cut on his arm, but his lips remained pressed into a thin line as if he wasnât sure whether to explain or keep quiet. The silence between them only deepened the worry growing in the others.
Lee Know glanced at Hyunjin, his expression grim. "We need to get them inside," he muttered, helping Chan to steady himself as they slowly made their way inside. The rest of the group followed behind, trying to make sense of the situation but knowing it would have to wait until later.
"we killed them."
well...fuck.
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A Court of Burns and Scales
Azriel Week 2024 [Day 2: Scarred]
Azriel x F reader
Summary: His hands burnt, hers flaking. As solstice arrives, you both notice each others hands and attempt to remedy any of the discomfort. Either from scar tissue or dried out skin, you don't have to suffer alone.
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Her skin was perpetually cracked, no matter the season, and she was always seen fidgeting with a small, worn-out tub of lotion.
She walked with her head down, a silent guardian of her secret, her eyes darting up only briefly to survey her surroundings for any signs of contamination.
On a day much like the others, the sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow across the training grounds of the inner circle. The air was cool, hinting at the winter solstice approaching, and the smell of roasting meats and sweet spices wafted from the distant kitchens.
The sounds of laughter and camaraderie filled the air, as everyone worked tirelessly to prepare for the upcoming celebrations.
Her hands stung with the cold, the dryness a constant reminder of her condition.
She pulled out her lotion from the pocket of her cloak, the soft sound of the lid opening barely audible amidst the bustle around her. Applying a generous amount, she worked it into her skin, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused on the soothing feeling of the cream against her parched palms.
It was in that moment of solitude, her mind briefly detached from the chaos, that she felt his presence. The air grew colder, and she knew it wasn't the wind.
She looked up, her gaze meeting Azriel's, his eyes a piercing shade of cramelized green that seemed to see straight through her.
He was watching her intently, his expression unreadable, and for a fleeting second, she felt a flicker of embarrassment. But his gaze didn't linger on the tub of lotion; it remained on her hands, as if he could see the unspoken battle she waged every day.
"Your hands," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate within her chest. "They're dry."
"You really are preceptive Mr. Spymaster."
Her voice was a gentle tease, but there was an edge of vulnerability to it that she hadn't meant to reveal.
She quickly turned her attention back to her task, her eyes darting around to ensure no one else had noticed her odd behavior. But his gaze remained fixed on her, his silence more profound than any words could ever be.
"Let me," he offered, holding out a large, calloused hand.
His palm was a stark contrast to hersâmarred by scars and burn marks, a testament to his own battles.
Her heart skipped a beat as she handed over the lotion, their fingers brushing briefly. He took her hand in his, his grip firm yet gentle, and began to apply the cream.
His touch was surprisingly tender, each stroke deliberate and soothing. She watched as the lotion disappeared into her skin, leaving a trail of softness in its wake.
"You should tell someone," he said, his voice softer than she had ever heard it. "They can help."
"It's nothing," she replied, trying to pull her hand away.
But he held firm, his gaze never leaving hers.
"It's just something I deal with."
"But you don't have to deal with it alone," Azriel insisted, his grip tightening slightly. "I can see the torment it causes you. It's clear you're fighting something more than the cold."
She swallowed hard, her pulse racing.
No one had ever cared enough to notice, let alone speak about it. The realization was both comforting and terrifying.
"It's... It's just contamination... it's nothing to worry about."
He studied her for a moment, his eyes searching hers.
"Is that all it is?"
"It's just... I need to keep my hands clean. It's a compulsion." The words tumbled out of her, a confession she had never uttered to anyone before.
She felt a weight lift from her shoulders, but also a deep fear of what he might think. Would he judge her, pity her, or worse, think her weak?
But Azriel's expression remained steadfast, a rare softness etched into his features. He finished applying the lotion to her other hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before letting go.
"It's not nothing," he said firmly. "But I won't push you if you're not ready to share."
The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken understanding.
They both knew they had just shared something deeply personal, something that had the power to either bond them or drive them apart. She looked down at her now-moisturized hands, the flakes of skin settled, and felt a sense of gratitude towards him that she couldn't quite put into words.
"Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
"It's the least I can do," Azriel replied, his eyes never leaving hers.
He tucked the lotion back into her pocket before turning to reveal his own hands.
They were a map of his life, etched with the scars and burns from years of fighting and serving in the shadows. He held them up to the fading light, showing her the stark contrast between them.
"My hands have seen their own battles," he said, his voice laced with a hint of sadness.
Her gaze traced the jagged lines that crisscrossed his palms, the burns that had long ago turned to scars. She could see the pain in his eyes, a pain that was not just physical, but one that ran much deeper.
"They're beautiful," she murmured, surprised by her own words.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Beautiful?" He repeated the word as if it were foreign to him. "They're my failures."
"No," she said, her voice firm. "They're your strengths, your proof of survival. They tell a story."
He stared at his hands for a long moment, contemplating her words.
"But they ache," he finally admitted, his voice a quiet confession. "The tightness, especially when the cold sets in..."
"I know," she said with a nod of understanding. "I have my own remedies, but I've never found anything that truly works."
The rest of the day passed in a blur of preparations, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between her and Azriel. His gesture of kindness had been so unexpected, yet it felt as if it had been the most natural thing in the world for him to do.
As they worked side by side, she found herself stealing glances at his hands, wondering if he felt the same discomfort she did.
The winter solstice had arrived, bringing with it a biting cold that seemed to seep into the very marrow of their bones.
The inner circle had gathered around a roaring bonfire, the flames casting flickering shadows across the snow-covered ground.
Her eyes found Azriel across the bonfire, his cheeks flushed with the exertion of the day's festivities. He caught her gaze and flashed a rare smile, his teeth gleaming in the firelight.
The sight of him, so carefree and happy, warmed her more than the blaze before them.
But she noticed his handsâclenched into fists at his sides, the tightness of his skin around his knuckles a stark reminder of his own silent struggle.
The snowball fight had been a highlight, a playful reprieve from their usual solemn duties. But she knew that beneath the jesting and camaraderie, his hands must have suffered.
Approaching him, she offered a warm mug of mulled wine.
"Your hands look like they could use a break," she said with a knowing smile.
He took the mug with a nod of thanks, his eyes never leaving hers.
"They ache," he admitted, "but the victory was worth it."
Her own hands felt tight, the cold air exacerbating her skin. She pulled out her tub of lotion and began to apply it, watching as the flakes of skin disappeared once again. But this time, she didn't do it in secret. This time, she did it openly, as if daring anyone to judge her for her compulsion.
"These are for you," she said, holding out a small, velvet pouch. "I had Thesan enchant it."
He took the pouch with curiosity, his eyes narrowing slightly as he felt the weight of the contents within.
"What is it?"
"An oil," she said with a soft smile.
"It's supposed to soothe the tightness of scar tissue." She watched as he pulled out a small vial and opened it, the scent of something warm and earthy filling the air.
His eyes widened as he took in the deep, amber liquid.
"You had this made for me?"
"It's the least I could do," she said, echoing his earlier words. "You've been so kind to me, and I noticed how much your hands hurt."
With a nod of understanding, Azriel dropped a small amount of the oil onto his palm. He tentatively touched the scarred skin of his hands, his eyes closing as he felt the warmth spread.
"It feels... amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with wonder.
Her heart swelled with pride and relief. She had hoped it would help, had spent hours with Thesan perfecting the enchantment.
"It's a blend of arnica and comfrey oil, with a hint of magic to penetrate deeper."
He nodded, his eyes still closed, savoring the sensation. "It's perfect." He looked at her, his gaze intense. "Thank you."
No was the infamous Spymaster. He knew everyone. Yet no one truly knew him.
Y/N did. She always saw him. Noticed him.
Y/N was always there.
She ducked her head, feeling a blush creep up her neck.
"It's nothing," she mumbled.
But Azriel didn't let the subject drop. He studied her for a moment before speaking again,
"You're always looking out for others, but who looks out for you?"
The question hung in the air, heavy with meaning. She took a sip of her wine, the warmth spreading through her chest, and considered her response.
"I manage," she said, her voice a little too bright.
"But you shouldn't have to manage alone," he said, his eyes searching hers. "Not with something like this."
"It's just OCD," she said, trying to downplay it. "It's nothing compared to the battles you face."
"Our battles are different," Azriel said, his voice low and serious. "But that doesn't make yours any less significant. We all have our demons, some we carry in plain sight, others we hide away."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, intricately carved box. The wood was dark and gleaming, the edges inlaid with shimmering silver that caught the firelight.
"This is for you," he said, holding it out to her.
Her eyes widened in surprise.
"What is it?" she breathed, reaching out to take the box.
It was surprisingly warm to the touch, as if it had been cradled in his hand for hours.
With a gentle smile, Azriel opened the box to reveal a small bottle of lotion nestled in velvet.
"It's an enchanted lotion," he explained. "Looks like Thesan helped both of us. This is supposed to lock in the moisture, no matter how much you wash your hands."
Her eyes lit up with hope as she took the bottle, her trembling fingers tracing the delicate silver runes etched into the glass.
"This is... I don't know what to say," she whispered.
"Say you'll use it," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. "You deserve to find some comfort."
Her heart fluttered as she looked up at him, his eyes holding hers with an intensity that made her feel seen. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thank you," she murmured.
As they stood there, the warmth from the fire and the newfound warmth between them seemed to create a bubble of comfort around them.
She could feel the eyes of the others in the inner circle on them, curiosity and speculation in their gazes.
But she didn't care. For the first time in a long while, she felt understood, accepted, and even a little bit cared for.
"Let's sit," Azriel suggested, gesturing to a bench nearby. "Give it a try."
Her heart pounded as she sat beside him, the warmth from his body seeping into her side. She unscrewed the cap of the enchanted lotion, the sweet scent of vanilla and sandalwood wafting out.
Carefully, she applied a dollop to her palm, feeling the rich cream sink into her skin. It was unlike any lotion she had ever used, cool and calming, as if it were whispering reassurances to her very soul.
As she rubbed the lotion into her cracked hands, Azriel's gaze remained on her, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes. It was as if he was memorizing the sight of her, the way the firelight played across her features, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her potions, and the way her hands looked after being coated in the magical balm.
"Better?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble in the cold night air.
"Much," she replied, smiling genuinely as she examined her now-softened skin. "It feels like a miracle. I never thought my hands would be truly moisturized again."
"I'm not one for miracles," Azriel said with a small smile, "but I'm happy it helps."
They sat in comfortable silence, their breaths coming out in little puffs of mist in the cold air. She noticed the way the flames danced in his eyes, the way his scarred hands looked less harsh in the flickering light.
Without thinking, she reached over and took his hand, the one that wasn't wrapped around the warm mug of wine.
His fingers were large and rough, a stark contrast to her small, smooth ones. But the moment their skin touched, she felt a connection, a silent understanding that went deeper than words.
He looked at her, surprise flickering in his eyes before they softened.
He didn't pull away, instead, he entwined his fingers with hers, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. The heat from his palm seemed to meld with the magical warmth of the lotion, sending a rush of comfort up her arm and into her chest.
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2 Lines Means Positive (mini-series)
FT: Simon Riley x reader
Warnings: pregnancy, worries of repeating the past/being a bad father, please let me know if anything else should be here!đ
A/N: Baby fever is in full swing this last little while, and I thought why not plague you all with a mini-series! There will be more to come for some of the other TF141 gang, but they'll just have to wait their turn.
SUM: Simon, a man haunted by a turbulent past, finds an unexpected moment of peace in a quiet Manchester evening. When you call him into the kitchen with life-changing news, heâs forced to confront the shadows he thought heâd left behind.
Whispers of Hope
In the heart of Manchester, the rain poured steadily, creating a rhythmic backdrop that seemed to wash the world in a muted symphony. The room was bathed in a cozy, golden glow from the dim lamps scattered around, their light reflecting off the dark wood accents and worn leather couch. Shadows flickered gently, forming a mosaic of memories on the wallsâmemories that Simon Riley could never quite leave behind. These walls had seen him at his most vulnerable, his most broken, but they had also held the echoes of laughter, soft conversations, and the comfort that you both had woven into this place over time.
From his seat on the couch, Simon watched you glide through the kitchen with the kind of ease and grace that he found both foreign and comforting. There was an air of simple beauty about you as you moved, your sleeves rolled up, strands of hair slipping down past your ears, framing your face. You didnât need to look up to feel his gaze; the warmth of his presence filled the room like a tangible force, blending with the aromas of herbs and simmering vegetables. It was these small momentsâyour content hum, the sizzle of food in the panâthat painted the portrait of a life he never thought heâd be part of.
You had pieced together a life of quiet sanctuary from the fragments of two turbulent pasts. Here, the ordinary became sacred: the unhurried evenings, the lazy weekend mornings, the feeling of safety that had been so hard to come by. It was fragile yet profoundly resilient, like the ivy that grew stubbornly through cracks in the cobbled streets outside. Every meal, every tender moment shared was a testament to your joint determination to build something out of nothing, to push back the darkness with a relentless light.
As he rose from the couch, crossing the worn wooden floor toward the kitchen, Simon felt a swell of emotions that had taken him years to understand, much less articulate. In the delicate frame of the person he loved, he saw a reflection of his own transformationâa man haunted by wars, scars, and regrets, now finding himself on the cusp of something he never believed he deserved: hope. The shadows in his mind receded a little as he approached, drawn forward by your voice.
âSimon! Can you come here for a second?â Your voice held an edge of anticipation, soft yet weighted, as if bracing for the impact of the moment. He quickened his pace, heart drumming in sync with the rain outside, a mixture of curiosity and unspoken worry bubbling beneath the surface.
âSure, love. Whatâs up?â His words were casual, but his heart pounded as he watched you, a small plastic stick in your hand, held with the care and fragility of a message that could alter everything. Your eyes flickered with something unreadableâa mix of wonder and anxietyâand it was a look heâd come to know well: the way you gathered strength before sharing something you held close to your heart.
As you looked up, drawing a breath, the world around Simon slowed. All the battlefields, all the sleepless nights, all the walls he had built around himself felt oddly insignificant. He could feel the gravity of this moment settling over him, seeping into his bones, as the words left your lips:
âIâm pregnant.â
The words reverberated through the kitchen, hanging in the air like an incantation. For Simon, it was as if time had splintered. A swirl of thoughts collided within himâvisions of childhood, flashes of solitude, echoes of a life filled with struggle and survival. But above all, one thought loomed larger than the rest: Could he be the father this child would need? He had always thought of parenthood as a distant, almost impossible conceptâa role reserved for men without his past.
His gaze flickered to yours, searching for the strength he suddenly felt slipping through his grasp. âWowâŠâ he whispered, the word barely escaping. Simon could feel the old fears creeping in, familiar and unwelcome. His own childhood flickered in his mind like a reel of dark images, a life marked by pain and isolation. How could he, someone so steeped in darkness, nurture a life so fragile and innocent?
You stepped toward him, your hand reaching for his arm, grounding him with a gentle pressure. âSimon? Are you okay?â The tremor in your voice softened as you met his gaze, unwavering, clearâa lighthouse guiding him back to shore.
He closed his eyes for a moment, sighing as he combed a hand through his dark hair, trying to gather his scattered thoughts. âI just⊠I donât want to screw this up. Iâm afraid, love. Afraid of what I carry insideâafraid that Iâll let you both down.â His voice trembled, each word revealing cracks in the armor heâd worn for so long.
You held his gaze, firm and sure, your hand rising to rest over his chest, right above his heart. âSimon, youâre more than your past. Youâve faced so much, but youâve never faced it alone, and you wonât now. Weâll do this together.â
In that moment, Simon felt an indescribable warmthâa kind of healing light that began to seep through his defenses. Here, in the heart of your small kitchen, surrounded by the comforting scent of dinner and the quiet rain outside, he felt something rare: hope. His world, once defined by battles and shadows, was now tinged with the promise of something softer, something worth fighting for in a different way.
âI want to be there for youâand the baby,â he confessed, feeling the weight of the words settle like an oath in his heart. It was a declaration, one spoken not from fear but from love.
âAnd you will be,â you whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek, the warmth in your eyes a mirror to his own. For once, Simon wasnât haunted by the ghosts of his past but guided by the love in your gaze.
He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you, feeling the reassurance and strength of this newfound purpose. Together, you stood amidst the rainâs gentle rhythm, a silent promise lingering between you. For the first time, Simon Riley felt a light within him strong enough to break through any darknessâa light he would carry forward, forged not by fear, but by a love that would lead him into the unknown.
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A Husband's Duties
Marcus Acacius x Reader
Summary: After a small injury, you decide it is better to not burden your husband, and hide it from him. But of course, when he finds out and he is less than impressed.Â
As you prepare dinner in the warm glow of the kitchen, a sudden surge of pain shoots through your body.Â
In an instant, you feel a sharp pain in your side, causing you to wince and clutch at the source of the discomfort.Â
As you try to shake off the pain, you can't help but worry about how Marcus will react when he comes home and sees what you've been hiding.
The minutes tick by slowly, each second feeling like an eternity as you desperately try to compose yourself.Â
You know that Marcus will be upset if he finds out you've been injured and kept it from him. But deep down, you also know that you were only trying to protect him, to spare him from unnecessary worry.
Finally, the sound of the front door opening echoes through your home, signalling Marcus's return. Your heart races as you continue to work in the kitchen, your movements becoming more strained with every passing second.Â
You can hear his footsteps approaching, growing louder with each step.
"My Love, I'm home," Marcus calls out, his voice filled with a mix of fatigue and excitement.Â
But as soon as he catches sight of you, his eyes narrow, and concern replaces the joy on his face.
"What happened?" he asks, his voice tinged with anger, his eyes fixed on the pained expression etched across your face.Â
You take a deep breath, struggling to find the right words to explain yourself.
"I... I didn't want to worry you," you stammer, your voice barely a whisper. "I thought I could handle it on my own."
Marcus' anger softens, replaced by a mixture of worry and frustration. He crosses the room in a few strides, gently taking your hand in his.Â
"I appreciate your efforts, My Love, but you should never have to face something like this alone. Tell me please, what happened?" he says, his voice filled with a tenderness that reassures you.
You let out a long sigh.
"I fell. I took the wrong step and fell up the stairs. I hurt my side when I fell on the stone steps."
He carefully tends to your injury, his touch gentle and comforting. As he wraps a bandage around your side, you can feel his relentless support, his love flowing through every action.
"My Love, I might just have to follow you everyone to make sure you are safe and sound."
"I do not wish to keep you from your duties."
"Being your husband is my greatest one." he said and you smiled at him.
For the next couple of days, Marcus becomes your rock, taking care of you with such love and care.Â
He cooks, cleans, and ensures that you have everything you need to heal. But more than that, he listens to your fears and worries, offering a steady hand to lean on during your recovery.
Through it all, you learn the importance of openness and trust in a relationship.Â
You realize that keeping secrets, even with good intentions, can only lead to misunderstandings and unnecessary distress.Â
Marcus's anger reflected his concern for your well-being, a reminder that the strength of your bond lies in open and honest communication.
As you heal, you grow closer and closer, cherishing the deep love between you.Â
In the end, your injury becomes a trigger for strengthening your relationship, reminding both of you of the power of compassion and teamwork in overcoming any challenge that comes your way.
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KILL SWITCH LULLABY
summary: Nanami provides you comfort
It had been a long day. No, a long week. It felt like your mind was trapped in a fog, a dense, unrelenting cloud of exhaustion, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldnât shake it. Every attempt to get out of bed felt like dragging yourself through thick mud, each movement heavier than the last.
You hadnât left your room much today. The blanket wrapped tightly around you felt like a small shield, keeping you safe from the outside world, from expectations, from everything.
It wasnât that you didnât want to be productive, or that you didnât care. But it was hard to explain the weight that had settled in your chest, making it difficult to even find the energy to sit up. You couldnât remember the last time youâd felt normalâlike yourself. The guilt was gnawing at you, eating away at any ounce of comfort you had left. Nanami deserved someone better, someone who wasnât as... broken as you felt right now.
You knew he wouldnât say it, but you couldnât shake the feeling that he was too patient with you. Too kind. Too understanding. Maybe he deserved someone who didnât make him carry the weight of their own mental battles.
Thatâs when you heard the door creak open.
â(Y/N)?â Nanamiâs calm, steady voice was like a balm to your soul, gentle but firm, as he stepped into the room, his usual work attire slightly wrinkled, his tie hanging loosely around his neck.
You didnât answer at first, unsure of how to explain the mess that was inside your head. Instead, you stayed curled up in bed, the weight of your thoughts holding you captive.
He didnât press you. He never did. His footsteps were quiet as he approached, and you felt the bed dip beside you as he sat down, close but not too close. His presence was comforting, a steady anchor in the chaos you couldnât escape.
âYou donât have to talk if youâre not ready,â Nanami said softly, his tone warm but laced with understanding. âBut Iâm here when you do.â
The sincerity in his words made your heart ache. His patience was something you admired, but it also made you feel so... undeserving. He was so perfect, so composed, and here you were, falling apart. You couldnât hold it in any longer.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered, your voice barely above a tremble. âI know I should be doing something. I feel... useless, Nanami. Like Iâm just wasting your time. You deserve someone who can be... better. Who isnât... like this.â
A heavy silence hung between you. You could feel his eyes on you, but you couldnât bring yourself to meet his gaze. The guilt was overwhelming, and all you wanted was to hide, to disappear into the sheets.
You heard him exhale softly, and then his hand gently rested on the blanket near you, his fingers brushing against the edge as if he was carefully considering his words. â(Y/N),â he began, his voice as steady as ever but with an underlying tenderness that made your chest tighten, âI donât need you to be perfect. I need you to be you.â
His words werenât rushed, and he didnât pressure you to respond. Nanami never made you feel like you were burdening him, never made you feel like you were asking for too much. Instead, he took his time, letting the silence speak louder than any words could.
âYouâre not useless,â he continued, his voice soft but unwavering. âYouâre human. And itâs okay to need rest. Itâs okay to have hard days. No one expects you to be âonâ all the time. Not me. Not anyone. Just... you being here is enough.â
A small sob caught in your throat, and you finally let yourself cry, the tears falling silently as Nanamiâs hand moved to gently rest on your back, his touch warm and reassuring. His fingers traced small, slow circles, grounding you in the moment, as if telling you that you were enoughâeven when you didnât believe it yourself.
âYou donât have to carry everything alone,â Nanami said, his voice low and soothing. âIâm here, and Iâm not going anywhere.â
You swallowed hard, the weight in your chest lightening just a little. His words didnât fix everything, but they did something far more importantâthey made you feel seen. They made you feel understood.
âIâm sorry for feeling like this,â you murmured, your voice still shaky.
âDonât apologize,â Nanami said firmly, his tone gentle but insistent.
âThereâs nothing to apologize for. Youâre allowed to have bad days. Youâre allowed to feel down. But you donât have to do it alone. Iâm with you. Always.â
The sound of his voice, the warmth of his presence, and the gentleness of his touch made the room feel just a little bit brighter, like maybe, just maybe, you werenât as alone in this as you had thought.
You curled closer into him, letting the exhaustion of the day wash over you. His embrace was steady, his body a reassuring presence that made everything feel just a little bit more bearable.
âIâm here, (Y/N),â Nanami whispered into your hair, his voice a soothing lullaby. âAnd youâre not a burden. Not now, not ever.â
You closed your eyes, feeling the tension in your body begin to melt away. For the first time all day, you allowed yourself to just be.
And in that moment, with Nanami by your side, you realized that you didnât have to be perfect. You just had to be you. And that was enough..
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im under the assumption that requests are open, so uhmmmm
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can i request Aventurine giving Reader a hug or whatever physical affection, and Reader starts crying because of that? (Reader is crying because it's been a long time since they were last touched/held, and the thought of someone wanting to touch/hold them is very scary. even the sensation behind being touched/held is almost overstimulating, despite how badly they want to be held)
i know my request is, uh, oddly specific ?? hope that's ok with you tho đ§ââïž im one of the few dorks out there that is so touch-starved that i cry when it happens lol,,, it's not that i hate touch, my brain just can't register it.
âIf you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever didâ
Summary: After a long time without any physical affection, youâre overwhelmed when Aventurine gives you a comforting hug. The sensation is almost too much, and you break down, finally allowing yourself to be vulnerable. Aventurine reassures you with gentle words and a steady presence, letting you know heâs there for you whenever you need.
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Emotional Vulnerability, Reassurance, Established Relationship.
Warnings: Emotional Overwhelm, Touch Starvation, Reader Crying.
A/N: Donât worry, Rose! My requests are open, so feel free to drop yours whenever you like! ;) And donât worry, your requests arenât weird or anythingâactually, theyâre cute and wholesome. đ€§đ„ș I can also relate to the touch-starved feeling, though Iâm uncomfortable with people touching me without consent (trauma). Iâd be fine with holding hands or arms, though. :') Hope you enjoy this! And remember, you're valid! đđčđ« *Sending virtual hugs <33*
Sorry this uh rushed and I didn't edit it properly and got to your request late :')
The room was quiet, save for the soft murmur of the city outside. Aventurine led you in, his gentle hand resting on your back. You felt your pulse race as he guided you to sit on the sofa, his easy confidence steadying you as you took a shaky breath. Tonight, heâd traded his playful banter for a quieter presence. His usual grin softened, and his eyes were filled with something far more tender.
You sat beside him, hands twisting nervously in your lap, feeling that comforting warmth radiating off him. Despite how close he was, you couldnât shake the distance you felt from it, as if an invisible wall held you back. It was as though you were tethered to a feeling you couldnât escapeâsomething that had kept you from letting anyone close for so long.
âAre you alright?â Aventurineâs voice was low and gentle, his words laced with concern. He reached out, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, the gesture simple, yet it felt like a landslide of emotion.
And then, without another word, he drew you into his arms, pulling you close against his chest. The sudden warmth, his touch, the feeling of his heart beating steadilyâit was too much. A wave of sensation hit you, so foreign yet so needed, and before you could stop yourself, tears blurred your vision.
You hadnât been held like this in so long, hadnât felt this kind of closeness. It scared you, left you trembling in his embrace as the ache in your chest spilled over into silent sobs. Every part of you was screaming that this was wrong, that you couldnât trust it, that you shouldnât let yourself need it so badly. Yet Aventurine held you tightly, his presence unwavering, silently urging you to let go.
âHey⊠youâre safe here,â he whispered, a hand rubbing slow circles along your back. âIâve got you.â
You felt his hand press against your back, steady and comforting, grounding you with each small touch. His other hand cupped the back of your head, cradling you as though you were the most fragile thing in the world. His words, low and close to your ear, were soft promises that left no room for doubt.
The tears came harder, and you pressed your face into his shoulder, feeling the fabric of his coat against your cheek. You clung to him, fingers clutching the back of his shirt as though he might disappear if you let go. Every part of you felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that was terrifying, yet liberating.
âIâm sorry...â you managed, voice muffled against him.
âFor what?â He shifted slightly, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes, usually playful and glinting with mischief, were filled with nothing but understanding and warmth. âThereâs nothing to apologize for.â
Your words choked up, and you simply shook your head, a fresh wave of tears welling up. You couldnât explain it; it was too raw, too deeply ingrained in every wall youâd ever built around yourself. But Aventurine seemed to understand. He stayed, hands gently brushing up and down your back, thumb tracing soothing circles along your shoulder.
And in that moment, for the first time in ages, you felt safe. The warmth, the steadiness of his heartbeat, the quiet strength in his holdâit reminded you that maybe it was okay to let yourself be held, to be cared for, even if it was overwhelming. His hand found yours, fingers entwining, grounding you in the here and now.
âWhenever you need this,â he murmured, his voice steady and filled with reassurance, âIâm here. And Iâm not going anywhere.â
The promise lingered in the quiet, like a lifeline you hadnât realized youâd been waiting for. You let yourself lean into him, allowing the tears to finally fall as he held you, the world slipping away until it was just the two of you, wrapped in warmth, safety, and an unspoken promise of more moments like thisâof a love that was patient enough to wait.
This is so Aventurine đȘđ
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