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solaarbeeam · 6 months ago

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MAKE THAT SIX — FURIN FIRST YEAR SIX

TYPE — RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

SYNOPSIS — a look into your relationship with the furin first year six.

CHARACTERS — sakura haruka, suo hayato, nirei akihiko, kiryu mitsuki, tsugeura taiga, and sugeshita kyotaro

A/N:: i’d like to formally thank callum for getting the brain juices flowing cause DAMN i got SHIT TO SAY abt these five. ALSO!! nonnie if u find this, i did it <33 also! reader ks a member of bofurin, and is gender!neutral

— SAKURA HARUKA

— Oh my lord I’ve got a whole bunch of shit to say about this one.

— Please help this poor man out, he’s stressing over this so much.

— He’s already been voted grade captain, told that he’s formally trusted by the top dog of his school, and now he gets a significant other? He’s gonna break soon honey, if he hasn’t already.

— Expect that he has an issue with you getting hurt in fights even though you are a formal member of Bofurin and he has seen you fight long before the both of you got together. He knows you’re good at it and you can take care of yourself. He’s just a very worried softie :(

— Made Kiryu teach him how to use his phone in order to text you more often, even if you do see each other every day.

— Friendly spars! Fighting gives him joy and he’s a happy camper when he sees that you enjoy the sparring.

— Doesn’t know much about being a boyfriend but he always shares food with you even if you don’t ask for it.

— Lowkey ashamed to be out in public with you because of how he looks. He doesn’t want people looking at you weird because of him.

— Thought you were pranking him when you told him you loved him. He very much ran away. You had to go and chase him down for two hours to get the point across.

— Avid sleepovers at your house! He has the most peaceful sleeping face. Your wallpaper on your phone is him sleeping peacefully against one of your pillows.

— He absolutely screeched when he saw it too, by the way.

— Has major separation anxiety because of how he grew up. He needs you to be in eyeshot or somewhere he can easily find you.

— Has his location on all the time because why wouldn’t he? This man is loyal.

— Is the type to let you wear what you want because in his mind, you’ll just beat up whoever it is who’s bothering you. He’ll jump in if you want to jump them too.

— Nighttime walks. Even better when the stars are dotting the skies. It’s peaceful, and it makes him feel like he’s doing a good job with the whole boyfriend thing.

— Tugs on your Furin Jacket when he wants your attention.

— You absolutely sneak other clothes into his closet. His lack of opinions and choices are very concerning to you.

— Aquarium dates! He really likes sea life a lot and it’s cute to see him blushing from awe at all the dolphins and fishies!

— You have attempted to beat up his foster parents when they came through Makochi once. You, unluckily, didn’t get to because Suo and Nirei pulled up with the rest of the first year to run them out of town. He cried in your bed because he never thought people would care about him like that.

— His wallpaper is you and him holding hands on one of your night walks.

— Has let you put makeup on him before and let me tell you, Sakura Haruka is the prettiest man on the planet.

— You like to call his eyes pretty a lot. Like gemstones. No matter how many times you tell him, he still violently blushes and hides his face.

— The Grade Captain of Class 1-1 has a significant other, and he wouldn’t trade you for the world. No matter how much shenanigans you get into.

— SUO HAYATO

— Hm. The teasing gentleman. Let’s see..

— A certified back hugger. Mans does not care about PDA. If he wants to hug you, he will.

— Teaches you about his style of fighting sometimes, even though you fight similarly to Kiryu.

— Lets you wear his tassel earrings when you ask for them. He thinks they look adorable on you.

— He was so tempted to show off at the Tournament with Shishitoren just so you can see how good of a fighter he is.

— Will rant about tea flavors, although he doesn’t classify it as ranting. You do though, because that’s what it is, and it’s adorable to see him tall about the differences between flavors.

— He can’t cook for jack shit but let me tell you, that man can bake. Best believe you are a pastry taste tester for all his little baking experiments.

— You have absolutely pranked him with Natto in his food. This was the first of rare times you will ever catch him off guard.

— Beach walks. On the sand, on the coast line. That’s all I have to say.

— Can absolutely ballroom dance. He has ballroom danced with you at his house and is absolutely hoping you and him are forever so he can ballroom dance with you at your wedding.

— You sit on top of his desk at Furin whenever you can’t find a seat and drag it over.

— Absolutely almost flipped Tsubakino over because he thought he was trying to flirt, even though the both of you are first years. He was just caught off guard! All poor Tsubakino wanted to do was compliment you :(

— Kisses the back of your hand, similarly to princes in most modern royal media.

— Once again, this man does not give a flying fuck about PDA. If he wants to kiss you in front of the person taking your order at a fast food joint, he will and what are they going to do about it?

— Your wallpaper is him sitting on beach sand in the sunrise.

— His wallpaper is you doing something stupid. What can I say, he’s a tease. To himself, he’s a genius.

— He’s saved as Leonardo Dicaprio in your phone, for shits and giggles.

— Does the sidewalk rule expeditiously, even if your reflexes are better than most.

— Keeps his hand on the small of your back once you’re in big crowds

— Do all of us a favor and never team up in a fight, because the result? The opposing fighters are the finished.

— Assuming that under his eye he has a grotesque injury, you have very much kissed that injury senseless. Keep doing it, it makes him feel all warm and gooey inside.

— You baked gingerbread cookies together for Christmas. Umemiya came to raid them soon enough though.

— His mother loves you.

— Has already given you a promise ring. You wear it around your neck to prevent it from breaking while punching someone in a fight.

— If (more like WHEN) you get married, you were the one who got down on one knee and proposed to him. It was the closest he’d been to crying ever.

— Newsflash, he did cry.

— Will sling you over his shoulder no matter how much you weigh to assert dominance. He’s just a cheeky little shit.

— NIREI AKIHIKO

— GIVE MY BABY THE ASSURANCE HE NEEDS, OKAY??

— Okay but all jokes aside, reassure this man because he feels like dead weight to you all the time and he doesn’t want to be.

— Has a special page in his notebook just for you! Well, it’s more of a section really..

— He’s a cuddle bug. Give bro a bed, some blankets, a decently sized pillow and one order of you and it’ll be the best cuddles you’ve ever had.

— Texts you pictures of all the animals he sees when he’s doing solo patrols with Suo and Sakura.

— Your wallpaper of him is him petting one of the dogs in the neighborhood.

— Is the type to claim that you can and will beat someone in a fight whenever a non-Furin person claims they can fight.

— Do not, and I mean DO NOT, play tag with Nirei. You will lose. That man is a trackstar.

— Wash Day is your day, okay? That mam can and should be a licensed hairstylist. He will leave your hair looking gorgeous no matter what type you have from 1A all the way to 4C.

— His name in your phone is Pookie Bear. He died when he saw it.

— Your name in his phone is Heartie with multiple heart emojis after it.

— Lets you wear his hairclips and necklaces. He’s got too many to even comprehend.

— His love language is words of affirmation. You will never feel insecure with this boy (in his mind, that’s his job)

— Feels bad for forcing you to protect him all the time in fights but he’s always there to patch you up after.

— Speaking of patching up after, make this man a doctor as well cause the way you will NEVER, and I mean NEVER get sick when this man’s around is absolute.

— Is the fun fact king and will send you random, silly fun facts about anything and everything, it’s so cute.

— Amusement Park dates. Need I say more?

— He will share his food without asking. He wants you to try!

— His wallpaper is a collection of polaroid photos of the both of you after a Carnival Date.

— Nose kisses!! All day every day!!

— KIRYU MITSUKI

— Matching PFPs with you on every gaming platform you can think of. Is matching pfps with you on social media as well.

— Lets you pick out the piercings he wears during the day.

— You play with his Furin Jacket sleeves because their always drooping to a degree.

— You stare into his eyes as a pastime because they’re so??? gorgeous???? He has most definitely blushed because of it.

— Both of you are speed-based fighters so having the both of you tag team an opposing side is lethal work.

— Teasing. He’s not as bad as Suo but we’re not going to sit here and say that he’s not a tease.

— Makes a point to match with you when it comes to outfits to some degree, even if you don’t have the same style or taste.

— His wallpaper is you leaning back in a chair at Furin, with the sunrise hitting your face just right.

— Your wallpaper of him is him playing one of the many games on his phone.

— Speaking of phone, he has a separate album in his phone that’s full of pictures of you doing absolutely anything and everything.

— Is the type to egg you on into versing him in a game knowing he’s better just to see you get all pouty when you lose. He thinks its cute until you legitimately crash out.

— You’re in his pinned on his phone.

— Most definitely has a moodboard of the both of you, mostly shenanigans the both of you would get up to, but the rest of it is legitimate sweetness.

— You are saved in his phone as ‘My Player #2’. I don’t make the rules, you just are.

— Boba!! His favorite kind of dates are when you go around trying different foods and drinks. He’ll always get your favorite eventually though.

— Buys funny shirts on purpose to make you laugh. He also buys funny hoodies and puts them in your closet on purpose. That’s right, you don’t even have to ask.

— Lets you paint his nails. He’s a pretty princess, all he needs is to have it shown on the outside.

— Also lets you use his hair clips a lot! You and h have matching ones you wear with designated outfits.

— Matching phone cases on the month of your anniversary. I know I’m talking about matching a lot, but I think that matching with your significant other is a very Kiryu-coded thing to do.

— Karaoke nights with him are the absolute best.

— TSUGEURA TAIGA

— Yall. I have feelings about this one.

— Uses kisses as motivation to continue on with his workout routines. Yes, if you slide under him while he’s doing push ups, he will kiss you.

— Is a weighted blanket personified. In winter time you can and will be cozy.

— Love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch. However, he’s aggressive with the words of affirmation, the opposite of Nirei.

— Piggy back rides all day every day. Doesn’t matter where you are or who you’re around. As long as he’s got two arms, shoulders, and some upper body strength? Piggy back rides.

— It’s literally canon that he wears shorts in the winter. Do with that what you will.

— Gym couple gym couple gym couple!! Instagram and TikTok love them some of you two. You set weight-lifting goals together.

— Unstoppable Push and Immovable Force-coded.

— Most definitely asked what your aesthetic and virtue was when he first met you.

— You and him are often called the parents of the group because he’s the oldest first year.

— Intertwines his legs with yours when hand-holding isn’t an option.

— Gives you his bandanas after he’s washed them because he thinks they make you look so cute.

— His wallpaper is his arm wrapped around your waist in the gym mirror after a difficult workout.

— Don’t get hurt in a fight, please. He knows you can take care of yourself but that man is a brawler-coded fighter so pray for whoever managed to catch you off guard.

— He knows how to rollerskate so he’ll take you to roller skating rinks as dates! The rinks that he picks out always have the best food too.

— He canonically wears shorts in the winter, but sometimes he does to purposefully annoy you or get your attention. It works, but he’s being adorably stupid.

— I personally think that he would have you saved as your nickname, but it a cutesy way. He doesn’t see the point in making it elaborate when he can show you how much he loves you in real life.

— Is also a manhandler but most of the time it’s not on purpose. He’s just a very excited overgrown puppy man and sometimes he can’t tone it down, give my baby a break, okay?

— Charm Bracelets!! Whenever he works out, he takes them off because he will feel the absolute worst if they break. You will not be able to console him.

— He smells like tropical fruit by the way. It’s very pleasant, he blushes every time you tell him you smell good.

— Is also an avid sidewalk rule follower. In public, he’ll put one arm around your shoulders.

— Eventually the both of you get manipedi’s together because what’s the point of him having his dogs out all the time if his toes aren’t done?

— He is a TDI junkie and absolutely believes the theory that Chris MClain slowly loses his sanity throughout the show, and that Izzy was actually raised in the forest where Camp Wawanaka resided. You have heard and witnessed enough rants for several lifetimes.

— Is a huge fan of the goth duo from The Ridonculous Race because they apparently remind him of Suo because of how nonchalant he is. You cackled when he first told you.

— SUGESHITA KYOTARO

— If I’m going to be honest, him and Sakura are in the same boat in the sense that they do not know how to boyfriend.

— But it goes a little like this.

— He’s touch starved to no end so you have to fo at your own pace with him. Sometimes he’ll lean in, sometimes he’ll stand away at a certain radius. He loves you, you just gotta be patient.

— He doesn’t have preferences for anything, as stated in canon, so you often take him out so you can find his likes and dislikes and his absolutely no-go’s whatsoever.

— He, like Tsuge, will not save you as anything really special or cutesy in his phone because that’s what you have him in real life for.

— He fell in love with you by realizing that he gave more of a shit if you got hurt while fighting than the rest of the first years, Anzai included.

— Remember when I said that Nirei should be a licensed hairstylist? Well, Sugeshita over here might as well be the god of anything that has to do with hair.

— He has matching hair accessories with you too. It’s subtle, but he likes it that way. It makes him happy.

— Umemiya is practically his dad, just know that Umemiya approves.

— Only lets you play around in his hair. He does NOT play about his hair, lemme tell you that right now. It’s a sign of trust.

— Speaking of fighting, he prefers protecting you than to you fighting with him or beside him. He knows it’s somewhat wrong, because you’re not a member of Bofurin for nothing, but he has enough confidence in himself to protect you.

— It also makes him feel better about being a boyfriend, he doesn’t want to let you down in any way, shape, or form.

— You paid for his hair treatment once for his birthday and he actually almost cried.

— He is saved in your phone as “Kyo 🩷”, yes, he did lash out but it was very much adorable.

— Bought the both of you those matching Pandora puzzle necklaces. He flicks it at people in fights to assert dominance. He fiddles with it a lot with soft expressions. He loves you a lot, okay?

— On that note, sometimes the both of you absentmindedly flick your pendants at the same time as a way to say “yes, they’re mine, and yes, we will both beat your ass” on some telepathy thing.

— You took him out shopping till you dropped for his birthday and he almost cried in the middle of the restaurant.

— Lets you style his hair all the time. Half up-half downs, full ponytails, braid backs, and very rarely, he’ll let you curl his ends.

— He’s besties with the other first years because you pushed him to get some social interaction in. However, he’s an introvert and antisocial at heart so you know his social battery can only take so much.

— Matching hoodies. That’s all.

— His wallpaper is you in one of his graphic hoodies. He was super-duper happy about it. He really is a softie at heart.

— Doesn’t like traditional stuff all that much so instead of a regular date at a restaurant for Valentine’s, he did a rooftop date.

— “Why do I have to be like everyone else? I’m gonna be different.” - What he told Tsubakino.

— Is a sucker for bear hugs. Please bear hug him, he will melt like chocolate.

— Loves getting his hair brushed. Please do it for him. He’ll melt even more.

— He’s a biter. He bites to show love. He’s a chewer. Let him chew.

— Obsessed with self-care so he’ll make days for the both of you to do it together. Sometimes it’ll even be a date, especially when both of your individual products and the products you share are almost finished.

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babyblankyerror · 14 days ago

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Stan collapses during the journal fight AUs but its just a fic about Ford taking care of Stan.

He'll be out and buys all of Stanley's favourite foods from their childhood and hopes he still likes them.

He even buys him the best hair products and other things he may need in the shower because his brother has a sudden obsession with being able to be clean whenever he wants to (when Stan excitedly told him how good he smelled just by using Ford's sad 3 in 1 shampoo, the older twin was immediately out and grabbing every product with tears in his eyes).

One day they're out and Stan is looking longingly at something, when Ford looks over its a nail salon. Now, Ford is aware his brother did drag but he didn't want to just assume he wanted his nails done...

Still he offers it and when Stanley gets all embarrassed about it, he finds himself getting his own nails done as well. He hates it, they're long and get in the way of his work but Stanley looks so happy with his new nails that Stanford keeps his mouth shut.

Ford prepares a fancy spa day the very next day and hopes Stanley won't feel too badly- he always talks about being a burden but he just wants his brother to be taken care of. Unfortunately, Stanley doesn't take well with his scars being revealed and neither does Stanford. They settle for pedicures (or something else small).

Remembering his brother used to like marine life as a kid, Stanford plans a road trip to the nearest aquarium. He let's Stan drive because it makes him happy and he doesn't question any of the directions Ford gives him, seeming content to just spend time together.

His brother doesn't even suspect as they arrive and Ford worries he just doesn't care for sea life anymore. It isn't until Stanford is inside the building that Stanley finally seems to realize that was their destination, the aquarium, and he quickly shakes his fists around like a more aggressive version of Ford's hand excited flaps.

Ford likes to read thr details but he finds himself letting Stan do it for him, info dumping on everything he knows about an animal and reading aloud to his best abilities to the ones he doesn't know. He is grinning widely and Ford finds himself doing the same at the sight of his brother finally letting loose.

#prompt #sort of #headcanons #BIG BROTHER FORD #BIG BROTHER *sniff* FORDSDD #stanford pines #stanley pines #mullet stan #gravity falls #ford pines #stan pines #audhd stanley pines #autistic ford pines #implied

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wasitforrevenge · 6 months ago

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new romantics

pairing: MODERN AU!college azriel x female reader

warnings: may be some triggering content including tampon is a douchbag at a party, mentions of drugs and alcohol, mentions of sexual activity but nothing major, smut books mentioned (hehehe) a fight occurs but can you blame him? he’s just defending your honor ugh, two idiots in love who want nothing but each other and can’t admit it, no use of y/n, imagine her as you, because it is YOU! half editted… ill get to it later i promise

word count: 4.5k

summary: your new study partner is better than you first realize… and now you can’t stop thinking about him, but he can’t stop thinking of you either.

authors note: hi first time writing for acotor! been a fan of these books for a while and my baby azriel does something to me!!! so here’s something i spent the night writing it was 10 different things before it was this lol! pls like, reblog and comment! thank you everyone for reading! photo credit to pinterest, and please i strive to do better so any thoughts pls free feel to let me know! thank you for the support! this is the first time i’ve had the energy to write in months so pls dont go too hard

you met azriel in a greek mythology lecture that you both ended up in during the second semester of your sophomore year. getting partnered with an incredibly built and handsome man for a history report your teacher assigned was the least of your problems when you realized how fucking kind and beautiful azriel is on the inside and out.

the real problem came when you realized how hard you were falling for this man when you started hanging out casually, hitting the coffee stand before class or getting food after a long day. you learned so much about him in a matter of months and couldn’t get him out of your head.

you never spoke existence to your feelings for him, mainly because you didn’t want to ruin a very good potential friendship but partly because you didn’t think you were good enough for someone like him. you’ve heard little whispers about his other… activities and you couldn’t help the way it made you feel.

at the start of your junior year, you and azriel were practically best friends and it just felt so natural. the way you two were together. the way your conversations flowed and the way the silence was never deafening when you were together. you spent time cuddling on the couch in your living room watching movies and rating tv shows and going to visit parks around town and getting high as fuck. once time you had even gone crazy and took some acid and spent hours at the aquarium watching all the fish. you studied for classes together, the one you shared and the ones you both took on your own.

you and azriel were always testing out new recipes in his large kitchen. its wonderful that he lives alone. alone as in by himself but you cannot glance over the fact that the rhysand and feyre along with cassian and nesta live on the same floor of this apartment building close to campus. you luckly only live 2 floors down, a thing you realized when you managed to see him in the elevator about a week or two after you first started studying together.

you were debating all summer about confessing your feelings to him but could not gather the courage to bring yourself to admit it to him and face rejection. you couldn’t mess up the relationship between you already. he was your best friend and you really didn’t have too many besides him. you’ve met his family and have spend a lot of time with them, they’re all practically adopted you at the point, they welcomed you with smiles and open arms (besides amren but they told you she’s always like that.)

but a couple weeks into the semester, you and nesta were standing in a kitchen of a person you don’t know debating on what shitty cheap alcohol you’ll be indulging in tonight. it was the first big back to school party and it was still hot as hell out so you were dressed in dark denim shorts and nice tank top along with your black converse.

you and nesta instantly clicked when you met. bonding over smutty books and all the tv shows you managed to watch. she’s felt like your first real girl-friend ever, you guys got some comfortable together and every time you guys hung out, it felt like no time had passed. it was refreshing to have someone to talk to. she also happens to be the only one who knows about the feelings you harbor for your other best friend.

as you’re about to pour the tequila into your red solo cup, you hear someone call nesta’s name and she tells you she’ll be right back before scurrying off to whichever of her friends was calling her. leaving you there alone not knowing anyone at the party, nesta told you the rest of the group was going to meet you there but you have yet to see any of them as you turn your head around the room.

as you fill your cup and turn to put the bottle back down on the counter, you feel a hand glide around your waist and are suddenly aware of a man extremely too close your liking. “hey baby” he said as he slurred his words, clearly intoxicated, by the way he looked and smelled. it sent more warnings through your head even after he grabbed you like that. you had to leave, this couldn’t happen. thoughts are rushing through your head. you move your hand to push his arm off you as you turn around to be face to face with a tall blonde with long hair.

“what was that for?” he drags out as he tried to put his hand back on you. you instantly tried to move towards the way nesta went and told him, “please get off!” but he was too fast and held your upper arm in a death grip before he tugged you closer to his chest, his other hand back on your waist like the first time he did it. your eyes close in fear as he leans down to whisper something in your ear, but he’s gone in an instant.

it all happened so fast. all you see is a large, muscular, tattooed arm flying in front of you, hitting the man who was on you just seconds ago. you watched shocked as you finally lock in to the situation before you.

azriel beating the shit out of the man who had just laid his hands on you.

azriel swung his fist again towards him, hitting him square in the jaw, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he screamed at him, having another punch already landing with his other fist.

the man doesn’t respond before he swings back at azriel and managed to get a decent swing in, the hit landed to his lip but azriel doesn’t move at all. he’s standing still in the spot, continuing to tower over him.

azriel shoved the man back into the counter and landed a powerful hook right to his nose simultaneously. he cried out as it made contact, “fuck dude c’mon,” he reached up to grab it, blood pouring from his broken nose and busted lip. he steps closer as he removes his hand looking at the red liquid that has held onto his skin, ready to defend himself against the beautiful man that your eyes cannot stray from.

but azriel is faster and before he could even blink, managed to grab a hold of his shirt and pull him up to where his toes barely touched the floor. his hands fall at his sides and his eyes widen in fear as azriel gets closer to his face, leaning down to whisper something in his ear that you can’t hear over the loud music, people partying and the screaming and crying in your heart as you watched this all unfold.

suddenly azriel is tossing the man back into the counter and he barely managed to grab it and hold on, azriel suddenly grows larger, as if he could get any bigger, and leans to spit out the blood that had collected in his mouth behind him. and suddenly your attention is focused on the warmth now englufing your wrist. your eyes immediately register the sight of him standing in front of you, this was warm and right, his hands on you. it just felt so right.

his other hand reached out and gently lifts your chin to meet his gaze. the way the sense of safety coursed through you with his simple touch just confirmed, yet again, that this was going to be so hard for you to tell him.

“hey baby…” he spoke softly, his eyes darted between both yours. his attention solely on you. he let his finger rub against your cheek as he finished, “are you okay?” you can’t help the feeling the shoots through you at the use of the pet name and the look of shock that painted your face. not knowing if it came from, whether it was from what unfolded in front of you at this party or the fact he still holding your face and talking to you like this, so sweetly.

you blinked a couple times and the realization hit you that you’ve just been standing there, staring into his beautiful eyes. not paying attention to the group of people that crowded around as the fight was happening or the looks you guys are getting from other party goers that still surrounded you. the only thing you can stand to focus on his gaze.

azriel.

“i don’t know,” you almost whisper towards him, feeling his warmth covering you both. before you can talk again, he moves his scarred hand from your wrist, you feel almost… empty at the loss of contact but that doesn’t last long as he slipped his hand into yours and intertwined his fingers with yours as he guided you towards the front door.

you passed by so many people, you tried not to pay attention to all the looks you were getting. girls stared as they realized it wasn’t themselves in azriel’s grasp, but you. it was your hand he was holding. your heart beat at just the thought of it, your nerves were already shot as the events unfolded not even 10 minutes ago and this did not help one bit.

your eyes manage to catch nesta’s in the crowd, her eyes widen as she takes in the sight before her, azriel holding your hand and leading you out of the party. oblivious to what actually happened to cause this, she gave you a huge smile and two thumbs up. you cant help but silently chuckle at your friend despite the other overwhelming feelings you have. you’ll explain the situation later when you text her but you were sure eventually she’d hear what happened.

he leads you out the front door and looks back at you with a small smile as you trail behind him. he walked you over, without a word and hands still intertwined and you finally notice your next to his old beat up mustang on the side of the street, the one that smells like him and the faint smell of weed that always lingers regardless of the last time he smoked in there.

he opened the car door for you and you released your hand from his and got into the passengers seat. once you were in, he reached over and buckled your seatbelt for you, giving it a tug to make sure it was connected before smiling down at you from outside the car. he shut the door satisfied and walked around the back of the car to open his own door and sat inside.

the silence is comfortable. it always has been, you pray that sometimes it’s awkward or uncomfortable but it never is. you sit in your seat, eyes staring down towards the hand he had been holding, almost in disbelief, that he defended you like that. you’ve never seen azriel angry like that either. he turns to face you, wanting you to meet his eyes.

azriel walked in the front door of the party, after having a pretty day. the customers at the restaurant he works truly sucked today. small tips and even shittier people. all he wanted to do was smoke off some steam and get drunk with cassian and rhys. he knew you were going to be here. cassian mentioned it in passing while talking about nesta so he was also on the look out for you. the girl who managed to catch his heart after having been partnered together. azriel couldn’t help the way he felt about you even though it almost felt wrong to him.

he didn’t want to take advantage of you, he knew you were shy and never really been in a relationship. he found that out when he walked into the kitchen of cassian and nesta’s apartment, and overheard nesta telling cass all about you after her and you hung out for the first time outside the group. so he just tried to ignore his feelings but regardless of that fact you were his bestfriend. he just couldn’t escape you.

and when he walked into that kitchen to see tamlin standing over you, your arm tight in his grip, the way your eyes were slammed shut trying to back away from him. he didn’t even think. he was there pulling him off you before he could even recognize what he was doing. throwing punches left and right towards the man who dared touched you. he barely even registered the hit he managed on no one but him can put his hands on you. he’s had that thought before but never brought life to it, but here? now?

all thoughts of guilt for feeling that way vanished. there was no way he was letting anyone touch you. but him. that’s all he wanted. he wanted you in a way he didn’t think was reciprocated. love was a funny thing to him, something he was never accustomed to until after he met rhysand and cassian.

his family never showed it, he lives with the constant knowledge of that every time he looks down at his hands. he thought about the way you never judged him of them, like it was nothing at all to you but that was everything to him.

the one sided crush he harbored on mor for a couple years was nothing in comparison to the way he felt about you. his few flings he had over the past couple years (after he realized it was pointless liking mor, also… because she slept with cassian) were mildly of convince and of urge but once he met you, he knew he was a goner.

he stopped the girls. the stopped the meaningless flirting and hooks up and took to just pleasuring himself to the thought as you, as shitty as it made him felt after. sometimes he just couldn’t look you in the eye the next time he saw you but you never said anything. you never commented on it and he silently thanked you in his head.

but right now, after he pulled you out of the party, scarred hand in yours, he needed you to look him in the eyes. but you still hadn’t and he couldn’t just keep staring at the face of the beautiful woman in front of him while it was coated with anxiety and exhaustion.

azriel lifted his distorted hand to your face meeting the soft warm skin that was your own. he gently brought your face to meet his gaze and as you locked eyes, the spark hit you yet again.

gods he was breathtaking. dark hair that covered to above his ears, the eyes that seemed to stare into yours every single time they met, the tattoos that covered him and his golden brown skin that you swore shined outright during different points in the day. your heart cannot handle this man.

“please,” he practically whispered you barely even registered that he said it before he continued, “are you okay, what can i do?” the sound in his voice felt desperate as his eyes bore into yours, the feel of his hand on her face, you couldn’t help but lean into his grasp and close your eyes, taking in the feel of him. you responded a moment later after letting out a sigh and looking at him again.

“can we just go home? i just want to sleep” you asked him with a pleading tone as you feel his thumb rub against your cheek for the second time that night. ugh the things this man does to you. all you wanted was for him to hold you, to feel the press of his body against yours. anything to get the feeling of someone else off you. “yeah baby, we can.” he said gently before he moved his hand down to yours and gave you a light squeeze before he turned the car on and shifted into gear, pulling off in the direction of home.

once you arrived back to the apartment building, he parked in the lot next to the front door and moved around the car to open your door, he gave you his hand as you stepped out. he went to put his hand at your lower back as he opened the door for you but decided against just in case that was a lot for you right now. he did not want to make it worse. he could see the fear in your eyes back there, no way would he subject you to that if you weren’t comfortable with it. so instead he just followed behind you, hitting the button to the elevator to take you up to your floor.

the elevator luckily isn’t taking forever today so when it opens, you and azriel step in and he goes to hit the floor for your apartment but your hand reaches out and stops him. “can we go to yours please?” your head moves up to meet his gaze but his eyes are focused on where your hand is on his wrist. a second later his eyes meet yours and he gives you a small nod and hits the button for the fifth floor. you remove your hand and lean against the wall right next to him, his hand reaches out and entangles his bumpy fingers with yours.

“is this okay?” he asks you. you can barely hold it in after that, the tears finally fall. he feels the sudden change in your body as he moves closer to you but removing his hand from yours in fear that you didn’t want to touch him. but in reality that’s all you want. you want him to touch you. you want him to love you. you want everything with him. its all just so overwhelming, everything that has happened.

he goes to speak but before he can get a word out, your body is on his engulfing him in a hug around his long torso, he instantly wraps his arms around your smaller frame. he can feel your body shake with tears and all he wants to do is make sure that no one ever makes you feel like this again. you deserve so much better, he only wishes he could be better for you too. you squeeze him tighter and he just holds you until the elevator door opens and you pull away from him. mascara and tears running down your face, you can see it on his shirt. he smiles at you before he pulls his hands to your face and wipes your cheeks off with his rough yet soft hands.

you cant help the laugh that escapes you as he wipes his hands on the t-shirt staining it even more with the leftover residue on your face. he gives you a chuckle before connected your hands yet again, walking with you out of the elevator to his one bedroom apartment. he fishes in his pocket with his other hand and pulls out his keys. he unlocked the door and held it open for you to walk in.

your senses are taken over by the smell of him. the smell of his candle lingered from the coffee table covered with textbooks in the large living room, he has a basket of blankets he keeps in the corner because he knows you get cold watching tv. he has a big L shaped couch which had a 60 inch tv across the room, with a boatload of dvds underneath. something you both agreed was a dying art. you and azriel swear physical media will make a comeback one day but you guys will never forget how they ruined it!

his space was a lot bigger since you have a two bedroom apartment. but it was perfect for him. azriel had loved the way he made his space his own, his bass guitars set up in the corner next to his collection of vinyl records and a record player that rhys and cassian got him when he turned 21… as well as a shit ton of booze. he had a bookshelf that held his favorites, as well as your own.

he bought a copy of almost every book you talked about so that he was in the loop with what you were reading. even the ones you didn’t talk about that he caught on your nightstand or in your reading nook. when he bought one of those and read it, his jaw dropped. he immediately thought of nesta and her smutty books but this sent something else though his body. he couldn’t help but keep reading… he wondered if you thought about him while reading these scenes of them ravishing each other, in every way imaginable. he sure did! his right hand hates him!

and you definitely did to… thought about him in ways that you shouldn’t. thinking about him doing all those things to you. the way you knew he would take care of you. the way you knew you could take care of him, despite how inexperienced you are. the thoughts drove you crazy. it was practically all day and every day at this point. thinking about the way his hands would feel running up your thighs or the way his lips would feel on yours.

now here you are, standing in his living room, just wanting all that and little did you know… he did too.

“hey az…” you uttered towards him. he was already next to you as you spoke, “can we lay down please?” your voice was barely a whisper.

he didn’t even need to speak, he just brought you to his room. he lead you to sit on the corner of the bed as he turned and riffled through his dresser, pulling out a large dark green shirt and handing it to you with a smile, “change into this, i’ll be right back.”

“can i take a shower?” you asked azriel shyly. “yes of course, one sec.” you watched as he walked out the room and shut the door behind him. you took your shoes off and placed them by the bedroom door next to azriel’s shoes. he came back in a second later with a fresh towel and a water bottle.

“here you go, you already know where the shower is,” he says with a small chuckle. you give him a grateful smile and a thank you as you took the items from his hands and gave him one last look before heading into his connecting bathroom.

you turned on the hot water and you stripped out of your clothes and threw them into the laundry hamper in the corner of the bathroom. you got in the shower and felt instantly better. the way the water followed hot you could feel the touch of the man from the party washing away, only to be replaced with thoughts of azriel touching you instead. you reviled in it.

you washed your hair and body with his shampoo, conditioner and body wash. silently thanking him for not using 3-in-1 (nesta found out that’s what cassian used and flipped shit) you finished your shower and dried off with the towel he gave you.

you put on his t-shirt that made its way down to your mid thigh when it was on completely. you loved when you were covered in him. you walked back out into the room and didn’t see azriel so you took your seat at the edge of the bed and waiting for him to come back. you sat there and picked at your nails, feeling so wore out you didn’t even want to cry anymore.

azriel came in two minutes later, dressed him long flannel pajama pants and you can see the band of his underwear peeking out as he gets closer to you. he changed after you went into the bathroom, and then went to the kitchen to make sure he was stocked up on the tea you liked and the snacks you guys enjoy together, just in case you got hungry.

he ran around his living room and cleaned random odds and ends. putting dishes in the sink, folding the blankets thrown on the couch and organizing his cd collection. anything to busy himself instead of thinking of you in his shower. anything to get his mind off the amazing woman just in the other room. he hears the shower turn off and waited a few more moments before heading back into the room.

he moved the covers down to make room for you as he said, “after you princess,” with a smile on his face. you returned it and stood up to make your way to the bed but not before turning to hug him again. his arms wrapped around you as you mumbled “thank you azriel,” into his chest. you hold on for a few moments before releasing him. he looks at you before motioning to the bed, “i would do anything for you, you know that.” you felt your cheeks grow red at the thought, at the knowledge that he would.

you climb into the bed and laid your head on the pillow, turning to look at azriel, you wondered why he was still standing. “az are you coming?” you said bashfully. he blinked and bent down to the bed to be eye level with you. “i’m gonna sleep on the couch tonight.” you could feel the way your face dropped in disappointment as you registered what he said. he saw it too and felt it deep in his chest.

he stood up and was about to say goodnight but you beat him to it, “azriel please i need you.”

you could feel how desperate you sounded but you didn’t care. you just needed him. next to you right now. he said nothing else as he moved the blankets again, but this time he was under them. he didn’t hesitate to pull you into his chest, your hand found it’s way over his fast beating heart and his tattooed arm wrapping around you. the warmth and scent of him took over everything in your body. you finally felt safe. your legs tangled together as you eventually fell asleep to the rise and fall of his chest.

“i need you too.” he said to a room with no one awake but him to hear.

part 2??? i would love to write one! let me know what you think! i’d love to keep writing for acotor so yay! pls enjoy :) i’m on the edge of my seat writing this hehe

#azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel smut #azriel fic #azriel x reader #azriel imagine #azriel spymaster #azriel series #azriel supremacy #batboys #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #a court of frost and starlight

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the-original-skipps · 8 months ago

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|| Relationship Headcanons #2 || Poly!Sakura x Reader x Poly!Suo || Wind Breaker ||

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due to popular demand folks we are back again for part 2 I can literally go on and on about them HELP

PART 1

: fluff. polyamorous relationship. established relationship

❥ Let’s start this off with how they all got together in the first place. I reckon it’s something like where you and Suo were already together. Ever since Sakura joined the group he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You’re so kind and beautiful. Just brushing past you has his heart racing. However, when he found out you were with Suo he was definitely down in the dumps but that didn’t stop him from continuing to like you-no matter how much he tries to snuff it out.

❥ Suo from the first moment could tell that Sakura likes you. It’s natural, how could anyone not like someone like you? He didn’t say anything about it wanting to observe how it’ll turn out. Until he notices your eyes now linger a little longer on Sakura. He understands your feelings because he feels it too. So Suo decides to pull all three of you for a discussion, long story short you’re all happily together now.

❥ Since you’re all together, you all call each other by your first names. Sakura had a difficult time as he already has a hard time just calling you and Suo by your last names. Suo likes to tease as Sakura gets beet red trying to say your first name. Sakura is really not used to anyone calling him by his first name so every time you and Suo say his name, he freezes in shock.

❥ Sakura is inexperienced in a lot of things it’s up to you and Suo to show him the wonders of the world. Dates happen quite often, bringing Sakura to places he’s never been to before such as the aquarium or the amusement park.

❥ It’s so adorable how Sakura’s eyes light up as he sees all the fishes, you can’t help but coo at him. Pulling him along to look at the different tanks, all the meanwhile Sakura is flushed red. Suo trails behind you both with a gentle smile on his face, secretly snapping pictures of you two. Who knows maybe he’ll capture an ugly picture of Sakura to use as blackmail.

Suo: Oh look, Haruka-kun! That penguin looks like you!

Sakura: YOU WANNA TAKE THIS OUTSIDー!

❥ Speaking of amusement park dates, Sakura feels his soul his leaving his body every time he rides another scary looking attraction. He swears he’s fine but you and Suo both know otherwise. Suo on the other hand, is as cool as a cucumber with a smile on his face as you and Sakura grip onto him screaming your lungs out.

❥ You begged Sakura and Suo to wear the ear head bands with you. Sakura put up quite the struggle saying it looks lame but eventually your puppy dog eyes won him over. Of course you all have matching ears-Suo happily paid for them because he’s a rich boy like that who likes to spoil. The picture you all took in front of the castle is your phone’s wallpaper.

❥ Suo likes to invite both you and Sakura over for lunch or dinner. Suo is alone most of the time so it’s nice to have some company over at his house. His cooking is magnificent, he has you and Sakura asking for seconds. The hard part is forcing him to eat as well. You were almost begging on your knees for Suo to take at least one bite.

❥ Another hobby you all like to do together is play video games. A fight almost broke out because of how many times Suo beat Sakura at a game. Suo swears he’s going easy on Sakura which pisses him off a lot more. Despite the many times he loses he always asks for a rematch. You have to hold Sakura down before he tackles Suo.

❥ You always like to give these boys hello and goodbye hugs despite seeing each other almost everyday. Suo gladly accepts your hugs, hugging you back-burying his face in your hair. While Sakura malfunctions like a robot whenever you wrap your arms around him-then again just the slightest touch from you has him sweating.

❥ You once tried not giving them goodbye hugs and it did not go well. Suo was immediately sulking, complaining how you don’t love him anymore he’s just wants to tease you. Sakura will give you the silent treatment, because he’s too embarrassed to voice out his thoughts. He really likes your hugs no matter how much he complains about it. Please give these poor boys their huggy wuggies.

lemme know if part 3 is needed hehe

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redroomreflections · 4 months ago

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Before Sunrise - A Family Of Her Own Series

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

A Family of Her Own Series

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Masterlist | General Masterlist

w/c: 3.3k

Summary: After the fall of the Avengers, Natasha Romanoff returns home to her secret family—a life she's carefully hidden away for years. Struggling to balance her role as a mother and wife while avoiding the dangers of her past, Natasha is forced to make difficult decisions that impact her loved ones.

This Chapter: Natasha has a secret family. Set during the BW films. She brings her Red Room family to meet them. She has a moment with her daughter.

Part 3 of many more.

Just like the night, the house was quiet in the early hours of the morning, the kind of stillness that only comes before the world wakes up. Natasha moved quietly through the hallway, her bare feet making no sound on the wooden floor. Despite being away so often, she knew her daughter’s rhythms like second nature—how Stella always woke up just before the first hint of sunlight touched the horizon.

As she pushed open the door to Stella’s bedroom, the soft creak of the hinges sounded louder in the silence, but it didn’t disturb the little girl. The room was painted like an aquarium, deep blues and greens swirling together, with playful fish and, of course, a giant shark on one wall. Stella’s obsession with sharks had taken over every part of her imagination, but despite the ocean theme, she had recently begged for a new princess-style bed set, complete with pink sheets and a tiara-shaped pillow.

Natasha smiled faintly as she took it all in, her heart tugging at the juxtaposition of her daughter’s fierce fascination with predators of the sea and her innocent love for all things sparkly and soft.

She quietly made her way to the rocking chair tucked in the corner, the same one she had rocked Stella in as an infant. Natasha eased herself into the chair, making sure her movements were slow and deliberate.

Sitting there she let her eyes trace over Stella’s small sleeping frame. Her daughter looked so peaceful, her soft breaths steady and uneven. This was the quiet Natasha craved. The moments when everything felt so simple.

The ticking of a clock was the only sound, rhythmic and soothing. Natasha knew Stella would stir soon, her internal clock always waking her before the first light of day. That was part of why she had come in early—to be here, to sit with her daughter before the day inevitably pulled her back into the chaos she couldn’t seem to escape. Even if she couldn’t always be present, she wanted to savor these moments, the ones where she could just watch over her without needing to rush off to fight someone else’s battles.

But as she sat there, a familiar ache settled in her chest. Being gone so much meant missing out on these quiet mornings. The guilt gnawed at her, especially now, watching how peaceful Stella looked. Remembering how excited Stella looked to see her just yesterday morning made her want to call all of this off. Leave Tony to deal with the mess they created. It would be too selfish.

Natasha allowed herself to settle into the rocking chair, peace finding her once again, and she closed her eyes. The familiar rustling of blankets caused her to open them again. Stella stirs against her blankets before sitting up. She sways gently, fighting whatever sleep calls to her, as she surveys the room. She rubs tiredly at her eyes.

“Mommy,” She calls out for you. Though you wouldn’t come. Not when Natasha asked for this morning alone with your daughter.

“I’m here, love,” Natasha says softly.

Stella turns to her, and even in the dimness of the room, she can make out her features—the slight smile that spreads across her face. It seems she forgot that Natasha was home.

“You real?” Stella asks.

Natasha chuckles.

It was a game they had played before. In the middle of the night when Stella would wake from a bad dream, sometimes she would think she was in the past, her mind playing tricks on her.

“I am real,” Natasha nods.

Stella crawls across her bed and onto her knees. She leans forward, reaching out to cup her cheek. She squishes it with her tiny hands and grins.

Natasha reaches out and takes hold of Stella.

“Mama’s home,” Stella whispered as she pressed herself deeper into Natasha’s arms.

Natasha presses her lips to the top of Stella’s head.

Stella curls closer to Natasha, a sigh leaving her. Natasha rocks her back and forth until her breathing steadies out and her body relaxes.

“I love you,” Natasha whispers.

“Mama?” Stella looks up at her with big brown eyes. Natasha studies the features of her daughter. She hums, letting her know she is listening.

Stella shifts in her lap, pressing her nose into her neck.

Natasha closes her eyes and holds her tight.

“Are you going on another airplane?” Stella asks. Of course, most of it sounds like gibberish as she is only two and developing a vocabulary but Natasha understands it nonetheless.

She sighs heavily and kisses the top of her head.

Natasha didn't want to tell her, didn't want her to have to go through the process of waiting for her mom to return.

“Not today,” Natasha answers.

“I don‘t want you to go on any more airplanes,” Stella shakes her head. “I just want you to be my Mama and stay home.”

Natasha feels tears prickle in her eyes. The little girl snuggled into her mother’s chest, unaware of the storm she’d just stirred.

Natasha squeezed her, her grip firm yet tender, but she didn’t say anything. She couldn’t. Her throat tightened, and for the first time in a long while, she felt completely helpless. She rocked them back and forth, trying to maintain the rhythm, as if that could soothe both of them, as if the gentle motion could drown out the ache in her chest.

Back and forth. Back and forth.

Each rock of the chair was an attempt to hold herself together, but Natasha could feel the cracks widening. The words repeated in her head, tearing through her defenses. I just want you to be my Mama and stay home.

She had faced down armies, survived impossible missions, but this—this tiny request from her daughter—felt like a blow she couldn’t recover from.

The tears prickled in her eyes, stinging with the weight of everything she couldn’t say. The truth, the life she lived, the constant leaving—it all flashed through her mind, and for the first time, it felt like she had failed at the one thing that truly mattered. How could she explain to Stella that being Mama wasn’t something she could always do? That her other life—the one filled with danger and sacrifice—wasn’t something she could walk away from, even if it meant breaking her daughter’s heart?

Stella pulled back just slightly, her wide eyes staring up at Natasha, waiting for an answer, for reassurance that Mama would stay.

But Natasha couldn’t lie. Not to her. Not to this little girl who looked at her like she was her entire world. The lump in her throat grew, and she felt the sting of tears pressing harder, threatening to spill over.

“Oh, baby…” she whispered, her voice barely holding steady.

She kept rocking. Back and forth. Back and forth.

But no matter how much she rocked, the ache wouldn’t go away. Stella didn’t understand why Natasha left, why she couldn’t be like other mothers who stayed home and tucked their children into bed every night. And how could she? Natasha had crafted a life of secrecy and danger, one that her daughter couldn’t begin to fathom.

The silence between them stretched, broken only by the soft creak of the chair and the quiet sniffle from Stella, who had already nestled back into Natasha’s arms. Natasha kissed the top of her head, holding her as close as she could, as if holding her tight enough might somehow make up for all the times she couldn’t be there.

But it wouldn’t.

And for the first time in a long time, Natasha let the tears fall. Not because she was scared, not because she was angry, but because she finally let herself feel the weight of what she had sacrificed. She could take down enemies and save the world, but she couldn’t protect her daughter from the one thing she longed for most—her mother.

Back and forth. Back and forth.

She rocked them both, knowing that no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn’t promise Stella what she truly needed. She could only be there for this moment, holding on for as long as she could, before the world would pull her away again.

And in that moment, Natasha felt like the biggest idiot for ever believing she could balance both worlds without breaking something—without breaking someone.

“Mama, why you not talking?” Stella asks, the confusion on her face reminding Natasha so much of you.

She smiles sadly and presses her lips to the top of her head, inhaling deeply.

She was here, holding her, and even though it wasn't forever, she would soak up every moment.

“I’m sorry,” It leaves her lips in a broken mess. One Stella doesn’t catch. “I’m sorry for leaving you.”

Stella doesn't say anything, her fingers clutching tighter around her neck.

Natasha sighs deeply, her fingers brushing softly over the crown of her head.

Natasha swallows tightly. “You’re my baby and I love you.”

“Yeah, I know,” Stella nods. “Mommy tells me that every day.”

Natasha nods, her lips pulling into a smile.

Her fingers curl into the hem of her shirt and Natasha leans forward.

She closes her eyes, trying to hold onto the moment for just a little longer.

“It’s almost my birthday and then I’m going to be three,” Stella reminds her. “So big. Right? I’m even taller right now.”

Natasha nods, opening her eyes, watching the way her daughter wiggles and moves, showing her height.

Stella stops moving, her eyes widening.

Natasha blinks back tears but doesn't look away.

“Mommy says I need a haircut soon,” Stella grips tendrils of brown hair before dropping her hand. “I want my hair to be like Rapunzel.”

Natasha lets out a watery laugh.

Her daughter was so beautiful and innocent.

Natasha presses her face against the top of Stella's head, the scent of her strawberry shampoo filling her nose.

“Mama, did you see my baby brother? He was sick yesterday but Mommy takes good care of him,” Stella reminds her.

“Your Mommy always takes good care of you both,” Natasha says. Stella simply chuckles. She agrees.

“Can we go eat breakfast now?” Stella asks her.

Natasha lets out a breathless chuckle, shaking her head at her daughter.

Natasha sets Stella on her hip, standing slowly from the rocking chair.

She carries her down the hallway towards the kitchen. They could eat breakfast together.

next part

#do we want more ?#natasha romanoff #black reader #natasha x reader #black widow x reader #black widow x female reader #natasha romanov #natasha x you #afamilyofherownau

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dewdr0pz-alt · 4 months ago

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romantic hcs with s/o lucifer ⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡

summary: the title lol

warnings: swearing, light angst, mentions of alcohol, tooth-rotting fluff

a/n: ik this wasn't requested, but I'm upset w/ myself due to the lack of Lucifer content on my blog!

tags: (as always, just tagging a few people i think would be interested in this, please let me know if you would like to be on or off of the taglist!) @o-kye @zuuriell @strangleetomz @xxtalulahlovesyouxx@ax-y10 @stars-around-scars-collective@blu3-lemonad3@myheartticks@mochamuff1n@unbeleevable@danvstheworld @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @average-vibe @back-totheoldhouse

dates w/ lucifer ⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡

dates with this man are THE BESTTTT

you think of somewhere, he'll take you. the aquarium? done. clothes shopping? of course. fanciest restaurant in town? you don't need to ask, he's already booked a reservation for 6:30.

he's OBSESSED with spoiling you in general, and this gets bumped up x10 on dates

you ask for wine or champagne at dinner? he's ordering the finest, most expensive bottle for his love. don't like what they have? he's bringing his own just for you.

^^ "No, no, sweetheart, I insist. My darling deserves to indulge in the finest!"

he doesn't mind you asking for more simple dates without all of the spoiling, though. he'd plead for a bit to spoil you juuuust a little though!

he's bought LOADS of fancy clothes for you to wear on dates, and sometimes he'll match with you! he wants everyone to know that the king of Hell's partner is living in luxury.

domestic life w/ lucifer ⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡

he's big on cuddles. cuddles when you wake up, cuddles when you eat or cook, cuddles while watching something, cuddles while getting ready for bed, cuddles while sleeping, etc.

my personal headcanon is that Lucifer knows how to bake super well (he can make the best sweet treats and pastries), but he's terrible at cooking actual meals (COOKING AND BAKING ARE TWO SEPARATE THINGS AND I WILL DIE ON THAT HILL), so you usually end up doing most of the cooking for the two of you. still, he'll help as much as he can!

going back to the baking thing, he loves baking dates with you! wrapping his arms around your waist while you try to figure out his recipe for mini apple pies with ducks on them (he'll step in to help you), teasingly throwing flour at you (which turns into a flour fight), letting you lick the batter off of the spoon, etc.

he really likes learning about and watching the films and shows you like from your era. since he's been in Hell all of his life, he doesn't know everything about the human realm, so you talking about your favorite things from the era you were alive in is a joy for him!

you living with him motivates him to do his chores around the house. talking about your days while doing the laundry, humming along to music while washing dishes, laughing with each other while cleaning. he lives for it.

how you two started dating ⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡

you heard about Charlie Morningstar's plan through a friend who was talking about how odd it sounded, and you thought you'd pay a visit. you didn't think it was odd at all! if your help wasn't needed/wanted, it might be nice to stay.

turns out, Charlie loved having you help out, and so did everyone else! you pointed out how there wasn't a receptionist or front desk person and offered to take up the job, which Charlie happily let you do.

when Lucifer came to visit for the first time, it truly was love at first sight. something just...clicked.

he kept asking Charlie about who you were, what your name was, etc., until Charlie told him to just go talk to you!

the first 'hello's were a bit awkward, but you two quickly became friends! it went from him not being brave enough to even look you in the eye to him following you around the hotel, laughing while listening to the stories you told him about the hotel.

he started visiting a lot after that, which led to him asking you to be his one and only on Valentine's Day!

he was a little insecure and nervous about dating because of Lilith, and it bothered you for a while that he still wasn't able to take his ring off, but after some arguments and long talking sessions, you two worked everything out :)

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atlabeth · 1 year ago

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northern attitude

geyser (where hurricane is introduced)

pairing: luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader

summary: you and luke meet for the first time. (or luke saves you from a monster, you argue with each other the whole time, and he realizes that he doesn't want to survive alone anymore.)

a/n: by popular demand, hurricane is back for a sequel! and potentially more. lol. enjoy some insight into her (justice for weird little girls) and try not to think about the fact that she dies 6 years later! title comes from new england king noah kahan for these new england icons

wc: 4.6k

warning(s): some inner luke angst, monster encounter and short fight (luke gets a bit injured), they argue but in the fun way. they're just lil nine year olds

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Luke muttered.

He didn’t get an answer back. He was, after all, talking to a fish.

Maybe it didn’t like that he was a criminal. Luke had snuck his way into the New England Aquarium—he wasn’t going to cough up twenty-five bucks to look at marine life—in desperate need of a reprieve from the city, and he fought the urge to check his back every second. If there was one thing he’d learned from being on his own, it was that kids traveling alone always attracted attention. The last thing he needed was attention.

Talking to a fish probably wasn’t good for that, but Luke wasn’t exactly in the best headstate.

Because honestly, he didn’t really know what he was doing in Massachusetts. He tried staying in Connecticut after running away, but it still felt too close to home. He could still hear his mom yelling, could still see her glowing eyes. So he bought the cheapest bus ticket he could find to Boston, hoping a state in between would help.

That was the second thing he’d learned while traveling on the road: everything was way too expensive. And for a kid with no job living off the allowance he’d saved up and some extra money he took out of his mom’s wallet, that wasn’t great. If Luke couldn’t get something dirt cheap, he stole it. His father may not have answered any of his prayers in the past few years, but at least he had naturally quick fingers.

Luke sighed as he turned away from the fish, who was clearly not interested in striking up a conversation. He weaved his way through the crowd as he tried to think of where to go next—it wasn’t the smartest decision, but he was tempted to get a little whale plush from the gift stop—when he heard the middle of a conversation.

“You made a mistake coming here, dearie.”

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as Luke froze in place. He couldn’t even murmur an apology to the people who bumped into him because the gears in his head were turning rapidly.

“Let go of me—” a voice protested in response.

“Quieting down would do you some good. Did your mother not teach you manners?”

He was still trying to see who it was when he finally found it. A middle-aged woman moved through the crowd with a girl around Luke’s age, her hand wrapped tightly around the girl’s arm. Her nails were more like claws, and she had a strange gait that she tried to cover up. That was when he knew.

See, Luke had gotten used to distinguishing creeps from freaks with all his time on the road. Cutting a monster down would turn them into dust—normal humans would call the police. And if there was anything more dangerous for a runaway juvenile than monsters, it was the police.

But if a monster had ignored every single person in this building to get to you, it meant he’d somehow stumbled his way into the path of another half-blood. And Luke wasn’t going to let another half-blood die right in front of him.

So he took a deep breath, hoped the five second plan he made up in his head would work, and moved in.

“May, where have you been?” Luke tried to put on his best brother voice, and made himself as imposing as a nine year old could be. He didn’t focus at all on the monster, instead communicating to trust him as much as he could with his eyes. “Mom’s been worried sick!”

Both you and the woman turned to look at him, and Luke immediately knew he made the right choice from the blatant fear in your expression.

“Sorry,” you said, letting your shoulders fall and your gaze drop to the ground. Luke tried not to let his relief show over you playing along. “I really wanted to look at the sea turtle—”

“You should’ve said something instead of just wandering off,” he insisted. “We can all go look at it together—once Mom is done lecturing you, at least.” Luke took your hand and you let him pull you over to his side, positioning himself in front of you ever so slightly as he looked up at the woman. “Thanks for keeping an eye on her. I appreciate it.”

“You should be more careful,” she said eerily. It felt as if she was staring right into his soul. “You never know the kind of things that are out there.”

“I know,” he said, shaking his head. “Sisters, am I right?”

As soon as they were out of hearing distance, he lowered his voice and tightened his grip on your hand. “Come on. Try and look casual.”

“You know what she is,” you whispered.

“Yes,” he said, then he shook his head. “I— not exactly. But I know she’s a monster.”

“I knew it,” you muttered with vindication. Luke felt your eyes on him. “So you’re like me?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“One of your parents is—” You stopped, as if you still weren’t sure.

Luke knew the feeling all too well—desperately trying to tell someone what he was only to be met with that look adults loved to give. You’re clearly talking nonsense, but I feel bad for you so I’ll humor you. And all the normal kids he’d tried to tell the truth to thought he was just playing a game.

“A god,” he finished quietly. “Yeah.”

You started to look back, but Luke stopped you.

“Don’t.” Their chances of getting attacked in a place so full of people was lower, but Luke had dealt with some particularly bold monsters. One able to disguise themself as a human would have an advantage—Luke learned people hated listening to kids, especially ones they could pass off as delusional. “You don’t want her to catch on.”

“Who are you?” you asked.

“My name’s Luke,” he said. “What about you?”

You said your name, then you glanced at him. “You know a lot about all of this. More than me.”

“Are you a runaway too?”

You nodded, and a part of his heart broke. You had no right to be out here, not when you were so young.

And he says so, too. “You shouldn’t be out here on your own. It’s dangerous.”

You frowned. “You’re out here on your own too.”

“I’ve been on my own for a few months,” he said. “I know what to expect. How long have you been out?”

You shrugged. “A week.”

Luke let out a ragged sigh. “You’ve got bad luck if monsters are already coming after you.”

“They already have,” you murmured, and you looked back at him. “How old are you if you’ve been doing this for months?”

Luke frowned. “Nine. How old are you?”

“I’m also nine,” you shot back. “So you can’t say anything to me.”

He opened his mouth to retort—Luke hadn’t been a child in years, not since Hermes left him alone with a cursed mother and a burning rage inside of him that he couldn’t let go of, no matter how hard he tried. But if you chose to run away from home too, then you were in the same boat. Kids like you two didn’t get to be kids.

“Fair,” he conceded. “But it’ll be a lot easier to give her the slip if we work together.”

“…I can deal with that.” You cleared your throat. “Thank you for saving me, though. I… I just froze.”

“It happens more than you’d think,” Luke muttered. “We have to throw her off our trail, though. She’s not gonna be happy.”

“She’s probably ecstatic,” you said, shaking your head. “She’s got two kids to eat instead of one.”

“Aren’t you an optimist?” he remarked.

You chuckled. “Sorry. It hasn’t been a great day.”

“It’s fine.” Luke didn’t know the last great—god, even good—day he’d had, even before he ran away. Honestly, this conversation with you had been the highlight of this month. “But we can’t just leave. She has our scent, so she’ll be on us as soon as we’re on our own. It’ll be even easier out in the open. We’ve gotta set security on her trail to get her off ours.”

You nodded as you turned another corner. “We should get to the gift shop. It’ll be less populated, but still enough to hide us.”

Luke nodded. “Smart. And security’ll have an easy path there in case of shoplifters.”

“So tell a sob story, get security, set them on her,” you said, looking at him.

“Then get the hell out of here,” he agreed.

“Think we can get a souvenir for the occasion?” you asked. “We’ve probably earned it with all this dodging.”

Luke thought about that whale plushie again. “Maybe.”

“The stairs are that way.” You gestured with your head, and Luke turned—he’d been going the completely wrong direction.

“Thanks,” he said. “You know this place?”

“I’m from Boston,” you nodded. “And I’ve been here a lot with my mom.”

Luke figured he should have guessed by the accent. He didn’t know how long he was going to stay, but it would be useful to have someone with him who knew the city.

“You’re still pretty close to home,” he noted.

You shrugged. “I’ve been doing all the things I’ve wanted to do now that I’m officially on my own. I know I’m gonna have to leave eventually, but…” you sighed and shook your head. “I guess I’m scared. Brave enough to run away but too scared to make it official.”

Luke understood that more than you could know. It took him feeling like he was going to burst out of his skin before he got the strength to leave Connecticut.

“You don’t wanna leave your mom,” he guessed.

You nodded. “I love her more than anything, but I’ve already put her in too much danger. I’m leaving until I can figure out how to keep her safe.”

You’re a kid, Luke wanted to say. It should be the other way around. But he’d already been hypocritical enough for today, and you’d probably say the same.

“That’s sweet,” he said. “Stupid, but sweet.”

“We’re both nine-year-old runaways,” you said. “You don’t get to tell me what’s stupid.”

He chuckled and shook his head, letting the matter drop as you finally got to the gift shop. Luke had been stressed about how to strike a balance between cautious enough to keep your backs covered but confident enough to not be questioned, but it turned out talking with you was all he needed.

On the way to the front, Luke caught sight of a whale plushie. His fingers itched to grab it, but he kept his eyes on the better prize of not dying and came to a stop at the cash register.

“Hi,” Luke said, getting the attention of the employee at the front, hoping he sounded adequately fearful. “There’s a woman out there that tried to get my friend to go with her. Tall, middle-aged, dressed in grandmother-y clothes with glasses. She grabbed her arm and threatened her.”

“You kids aren’t joking around, are you?” the cashier asked.

“No,” you said, and Luke was shocked by how close to tears you sounded. “It was really scary— my parents were in the bathroom and I was waiting for them, and she just looked so nice, but—” somehow, a tear actually fell from your eye as you let out a sob— “but she tried to take me away.”

The woman shook her head as she went back and grabbed a walkie talkie from below the register. The moment she turned away, you glanced at Luke and nodded, and he just stared in awe. She relayed Luke’s description then said a couple other things, then she crouched down to be on their level to look you straight-on. “Where are your parents?”

“They’re in the bathroom on the second floor,” you provided. “We came here because we didn’t know where else to go.”

She sighed, falling for every part of it. You were much better at garnering sympathy than Luke was. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I called our security— they’ll be here in a second to get a statement from you.”

You nodded, sniffling a bit as your lip quivered. “Thank you. I— I just want my mom.”

The employee put her hand to her heart, and when you went for a hug, she reciprocated. “Don’t cry. You’re gonna be safe, okay? I’ll wait with you until security gets here. One of our guards is already out there looking for her.”

“Okay,” you agreed. Luke caught your eye from behind her back, and you dropped your act in a second to smile knowingly at him. He just shook his head with a slight smile of his own—you were good at this.

Eventually, two security guards arrived—Luke doubted they would be good for handling a shoplifter, much less a mythological monster—but they took yours and Luke’s statements, and were about to leave before you spoke up.

“Our parents are definitely looking for us,” you said, already back on the verge of tears. “Can— can you take us to them? When they went to the bathroom, we were by the coral reef.”

“‘Course.” One of them nodded and looked at his partner. “I’ll get them back to their parents—you look for the suspect.”

After a short discussion, the three of you set out, you still holding Luke’s hand as he leaned closer to you.

“On my signal,” he murmured. “We’re gonna blend into the crowd and get out of here.”

You nodded. You were so close to the exit, but you allowed the guard to take you up the stairs, and thankfully the crowd around the middle of the giant ocean tank was huge. Luke counted off quietly, and when he got to three, you split off, blending into a group of kids on a school field trip to get back to the stairs.

You started moving at a much quicker pace, the exit within your sights, but just as they were about to make it, Luke spotted their monster. And now, she was definitely a monster—Luke couldn’t remember the name, but she’d shed her disguise, looking like some kind of bird-human hybrid thing. It didn’t really matter in his opinion, because she really looked like she wanted to kill the two of you.

Luke cursed and grabbed your arm, immediately pulling you flat up against the wall with him. “She’s here.”

“We told security about her,” you protested. “How hard could it be to find her?”

“A bit harder when they’re gonna be seeing something different.” Luke glanced at you. “You said you’ve already dealt with monsters before.”

You nodded.

“Do you remember feeling like you were the only one who actually saw what was happening? Like you saw the monster for what it was while it was trying to kill you, and everyone was still freaking out, but not as much as they should have been?”

You nodded again.

“Well, that’s a thing. Normal people can’t see what monsters really look like—only we can.” Luke peeked his head around the corner again. “And if she’s shed her disguise, it means she wants to go in for the kill. And it means we’re completely on our own.”

“We’re not on our own,” you said. “We’ve got each other.”

Luke found himself smiling. It had been a while since that was true. It had been a while since he’d smiled.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “And it’s harder to kill two half-bloods than one.”

He poked his head out again and immediately withdrew it, cursing under his breath as he stared up at the ceiling. “I never should have come to this city.”

“Excuse me?” You stepped away from the wall as your brows furrowed. “Boston is the greatest city in the world.”

“If you’re gonna be wrong, be wrong quietly,” Luke urged, gesturing with his head for you to get back. “And you are wrong, by the way.”

“I’m not wrong.” You crossed your arms, refusing to budge. “Did you know that we have the first public park? And the first public school! And we have the T! Where are you even from?”

“We can talk about this later,” he insisted. “We’re trying to hide. Have you ever hidden before?”

“We don’t need to hide when you’ve insulted my Commonwealth’s honor,” you said. “Especially when you’re in our aquarium. Where are you from to be talking so badly about the Bay State?”

“Connecticut,” he finally said, hoping that would get you to finally quiet down, but that only ramped you up further. “Place called Westport.”

“Connecticut?” you marveled, throwing your hands up. “You’re from some podunk town in Connecticut and you’re insulting Boston?”

“Okay, Westport is not a podunk town—” Luke started, but he didn’t get the chance to finish defending his hometown before he caught sight of their monster—and she’d caught sight of them.

Luke cursed even harder under his breath with words no nine year old should have known, then he grabbed your hand and pulled you along into a jog, interrupting your immediate protests.

“She’s got us pinned,” he said, trying to keep his voice low enough to not be detected while making sure you could hear him. “Together, our scent is too strong. We’re not gonna be able to lose her—we’ve gotta kill her.”

“Could the fish help with her knowing where we are?” you asked as you started running with him. “Because they’ll be happy to help us. They don’t like her either.”

Luke did a double take. “What?”

“I can hear what they’re saying,” you said, as if it were completely normal. “It’s a little overwhelming with so many in one place, honestly.”

If they weren’t on the run from a monster, Luke would have worried a bit more about the fact that you were crazy. But he wasn’t awarded those kinds of luxuries these days.

“We’ll—” Luke let out a sigh, because what did you mean that you could hear what fish were saying (especially because they clearly weren’t conversation prone)— “we’ll get out of here, and get the upper hand, and we’ll kill her. Okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded. “But Boston is still the greatest city in the world.”

He huffed, taking his eyes off the path forward for a moment just to look at you. “Are you seriously still on this?”

“Of course. We also have the greatest baseball team in the country.” You gestured with your free hand. “Do you see how many people here have Red Sox hats on?”

Luke laughed out of pure shock. Was this the kind of stuff he’d been missing out on while traveling alone?

“Listen,” he said. “If we get out of this alive, you can tell me all the Red Sox facts you want. But we actually have to work together through all this. Deal?”

“Deal,” you said immediately. “You’re way more focused than I am.”

Luke let out a loose breath and shook his head. “Well, I’ve had to be. Do you have a weapon?”

“I took a kitchen knife before I left,” you said, “just to be safe. It’s worked pretty well.”

“Do you know how to use it?”

“I’m really good at chopping vegetables,” you said. “And I killed a monster with it the other day.”

“Glowing reviews,” Luke chuckled. “I’m pretty good with my sword, so we should be okay.”

“You’ve got a sword? How?”

“...My dad left it for me before he left,” Luke said. “I guess he wanted to do one good thing for me in his life.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. Luke offered a tight smile.

“Doesn’t matter much anymore,” he said. “Soon as we get outside, we get to the street and get to some empty alley. We hide on either side, wait for her to find us, then take her down. Okay?”

You nodded resolutely. “Let’s do it.”

The beginning of the plan wasn’t too difficult. Your faces would probably be plastered all over the place once the staff realized you were missing, but that was a problem for another day. You knew the area well so you took charge—and you took the time to spout random facts about the city on your way, of course, like a nine-year-old tour guide—and soon enough they were indeed in an empty alleyway.

You and Luke stood on each side, weapons in your grasp now that you weren’t surrounded by a whole aquarium of people, and he watched as you stared straight ahead, trying to keep your breathing steady. Besides the whole hearing fish thing, you seemed pretty well-adjusted for where you were.

But then again—you’d only been at this for a week, and the way you talked about your mom, your home life was the complete opposite of his.

Luke shook his head. It didn’t matter what your life was like—you both ended up in the same place.

His thoughts were mercifully ended when Luke heard sharp nails scratching against the brick of the alleyway. He grimaced, his grip tightening on his sword, and he looked over at you. Your eyes were slightly wide, but you nodded when he did. You were ready.

“You two are clever,” the monster sang, her voice just as grating as her nails against the wall, “but I never miss a meal. And those measly workers just wouldn’t sate my appetite.”

Her steps got closer and closer, and Luke held his breath. Right before she would be able to see you both, he yelled, “Now!”

You were out first, immediately lashing at her with your knife. She took the cut against her shoulder and slashed at you in turn, but you dodged out of the way, giving Luke a chance to come in with his sword. But his angle was off, and she deflected the blow then sunk her claws into his arm. Luke cried out, landing a kick on her chest as he ripped himself out of her grasp, but her focus was already back on you.

You stabbed at her with your knife and actually landed it in her chest, but it wasn’t Celestial bronze—all it did was make her angrier. She screeched and tackled you to the ground, knife still sticking out of her, claws poised to rip your throat out. You grit your teeth as you wrestled her arms away from you, but your strength was fading fast.

Luke’s eyes widened and he grabbed his sword from the ground. He wouldn’t make it in time, but you could.

He called out your name and threw his sword, and you didn’t even have to look to snatch it out of the air. Storms raged in your eyes as you stabbed the monster through the side.

“You shouldn’t have come here, dearie,” you spat.

The monster’s scream dissolved with the wind as she exploded into dust, dousing you in yellow powder. The sword fell out of your grip as you coughed, and you just laid on the ground, drained.

“Gross,” you grumbled.

Luke wiped his hand across his forehead as he fought to catch his breath, ignoring the blood seeping down his arm. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you said between coughs. “I’m great.”

Luke went over and offered his hand, and he pulled you up after you took it. “I’m so sorry. I guess I’m a little rusty.”

“Neither of us are dead, are we? I’d say it went pretty well.” You grimaced as you wiped the powder off your face, groaning again. “This is gonna take forever to get off.”

Luke chuckled as he took his backpack off and took out a towel, which you accepted gratefully. A demigod always had to be prepared. “You say you’ve only been on your own for a week?”

You nodded as you started cleaning your face and arms off. “Not my first monster, though.”

“It never is,” he murmured. Luke tipped his head back towards the sun and closed his eyes, letting out one final, long breath as the buzz from battle started to fade. And along with that, his adrenaline—the wound on his arm began to sting, and he sighed. He really didn’t feel like dealing with that.

“You’re hurt,” you said, and Luke opened his eyes.

“I’ll be fine,” he said. “They’re surface level.”

You frowned. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve stitched myself up a few times, and this doesn’t need them,” he said, his lip curling at the memory. He was not a very good doctor. “I have some first aid stuff in my bag—once we get out of here, I’ll fix it up.”

“You said we,” you said.

Luke blinked. “I did?”

You nodded. “When we get out of here.”

He blinked again. He didn’t even notice—didn’t even really think about where you would go after the monster was dead. It was kinda sad, but Luke was pretty sure he’d smiled and talked more in this one hour with you than the past few months on his own. He’d already started thinking of you and him as a collective.

“What d’you think, then?” he asked. “You wanna stick together?”

You frowned. “You’re willing to kick it with a girl you just met?”

He shrugged. “You fight well, obviously. And you’re way better at making people feel bad for you than I am. That’s useful when you’ve got nothing.”

“We’re kids on our own,” you said. “It’s not that hard to get pity points.”

“I’ve been told I’m… abrasive,” Luke said. “Besides, I like you already. You were arguing for your baseball team while running for your life. It’s annoying, but impressive.”

“People also say that about me,” you said sagely. Luke smiled and held out his hand more.

“So? You wanna join forces?”

You stared at it for a while. “Even if I spend the next couple of hours telling you all about the Red Sox?”

Luke chuckled. “I did say you could if we got out of this alive. And I feel pretty alive.”

It took you another second, but you nodded intently and shook his hand. “Then you’ve got yourself a deal, Luke.”

“Glad to hear it,” he said, his smile widening.

You handed him the towel and he went to put it back in his bag when he saw the… souvenir he’d taken before you left the gift shop. He grabbed the whale plushie that had been on his mind all day and held it out to you. “Here.”

You frowned. “When did you even have the time to get this? You definitely didn’t pay for it.”

“Idle hands are the devil’s playthings,” he said. “They won’t miss it. It’s a much better use marking the start of our friendship. Besides,” Luke shrugged, “you did say you wanted a souvenir.”

You smiled as you took it. “Looks like we’re a trio, then.”

“Welcome to the team,” he said with a grin. “It’s a small one, but I think we’ll make it work.”

“Me too,” you nodded. “And it’ll be nice not being alone.”

Luke thought back to all the nights spent sleeping under bridges, commandeering benches, purposefully choosing overnight buses so he would have somewhere to rest. Constantly watching his back because he had no one else, wondering if each night he camped in the woods would be his last.

He looked at you, a girl who ran away from home because she didn’t want to hurt her mom. Your clothes were covered in yellow monster dust, sweat dripped down your forehead, and Luke had nearly gotten you killed—but you were still smiling. And he found himself smiling too.

“Yeah,” Luke murmured. “It will be.”

#i suck at writing fight scenes no one come for me please and thank you<3 #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fic #luke castellan angst #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #pjo x reader #x reader #daughter of poseidon #child of poseidon #sadie writes #ialwbty

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llamagoddessofficial · 1 year ago

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What would happen if MC was a sea diver? Maybe she was exploring a ship reck and the siren boys bumped into them? How would they react?

Sans: He's much more calm, when she's a diver. There's something about her already being in his territory... rather than meeting her on land and wanting to drag her into the water, he meets her in the water, and needs to not give her any reasons to stop coming to the water. No need to be scary. Just take it slow.

They had a very tender moment at their first meeting. After first sighting one another, they spent a long few minutes just watching each other. In the same way that you wouldn't expect to see an actual orca while scuba diving in relatively shallow water, Mc wasn't expecting to see an orca siren. There was also an undeniable magic to the moment, staying still as possible and holding eye contact with a highly intelligent creature from an entirely different world to your own. When he did draw in, it was slow, mutual studying - she looked at every line and scar, he pretended to care about her equipment so she wouldn't be weirded out by him constantly staring deeply into her pretty eyes. The only physical contact they shared was a single brush of her hand against his (the only part of her not covered by wetsuit) before he left, cautious not to overstay his welcome and intimidate her.

He follows her around but rarely initiates contact. He enjoys 'playing'; showing her interesting things, retrieving lost items, introducing her to new and exciting wildlife and dive spots. He's going to get her to trust him. He just has to be patient.

Red: Y'know those videos of sharks coming right up to a diver for scritches? That's him. Unlike Sans' cautious and slow approach, Red was very Red, and upon spotting her just bulldozed right over to her. She tried to be a responsible diver and not interact at all with wildlife, staying on the seafloor and slowly backing away from him, but Red wasn't gonna let that happen - and what's she going to do, swim away? Cute. She can't outswim him. On their first meeting he squeezed any part of her he could reach before she could pull out of range again (arms, legs, hips,) tapped on her scuba mask, blew bubbles at her, and bit a chunk out of one of her dive buddy's flippers as a warning. He's brazenly flirting.

He 'behaves' when she gives him attention. At first she was genuinely intimidated, but now she treats him like an overenthusiastic large dog. Funnily enough he does genuinely like scritches, especially on the parts of him he can't easily get to, like on his tail and behind his main fin.

He and Sans usually manage to alternate what days they show up to see her, but when they do see each other they frequently get into scraps. Especially if one of them thinks the other is too close. Sans doesn't like Red's forwardness with her, and Red doesn't like a crazed lonely orca being anywhere near his fragile human, but both are unwilling to kill and reveal their bloodthirsty natures. They force themselves to get along... especially when sight of the two giants fighting immediately makes her evacuate the water.

Skull: He was probably living in a wreck she dove in. It's nice and dark, but spacious, and full of interesting trinkets he can collect. On their first encounter, Skull spent most of his time silently stalking Mc in the dark water. She didn't notice him until the very last second; you can imagine the shock and terror at shining a light into a shadowy corner and illuminating a massive grinning face.

She doesn't entirely know what he would've done to her, in the confinement of that wreck, if she hadn't shone the light into his face and startled him long enough to get the fuck out of there. But from that point on, no matter where she dives, if neither Red nor Sans show up Skull will always be there. He makes his aquarium counterpart proud by stealing her things. She doesn't understand why - he gives the items back eventually, so does he even really want them? Is he a kleptomaniac? Is this just a way to get her attention? Who knows. At least he doesn't eat her. He absolutely could; despite regularly diving in groups, nobody ever sees him coming until her kit is already missing.

#llamagines #siren sanses #skull is trying to show her he's friendly #she cant run away again if he's got her clearly-valuable flashy thing #then when she comes to get it he gives it back :)#forced to interact with him #over time she'll learn that he's safe and also an excellent partner

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citrinae · 6 months ago

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blue, bluer.

sanji x reader

contents; sanji closes himself off when he realises your closeness is getting more serious than he thought. angst, implied trauma & past abuse, blood & injury, confessions. written with this reader in mind, ofc could be read as a stand-alone. afab!reader, wc: 1.6k. i swear i will soon start writing for other characters too but this idea gnawed at me for some time.

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“Salt,” Sanji’s voice was a lax monotone as he spoke to you. Your eyes were fixing a spadefish fluttering its tail past red coral. “That’s the heart of each dish. It’s the one thing all chefs can agree on, despite our pride, or temper. Of course, it all comes down to quantity in the end, add too little and the dish is stale, lifeless, add too much and you’ve got a cardiac anomaly right there on your plate. Even still, imagine how much a cook could do with salt brought by all the waters in the world.”

Light crossed the glass before you in kaleidoscopic strokes of blue; the spadefish fired itself off at the sight of a bigger creature. Sanji pushed the unlit cigarette from one corner of his mouth to another. Idly your fingers were fiddling with some strands of his hair, listening to him go on and on about this place he held so dearly in his heart that his eyes matched the shine of the aquarium. He was able to do it for hours, that you were aware of. Not that you minded one bit. You had a dream of your own, which you’d only begun to take seriously aboard the Sunny, where everyone pushed for the unachievable. And now, with steam hovering from the cups you left untouched on the floor and Sanji laying his head on your lap, it was your dreams that painted the room in shades brighter than you remembered.

“Has it ever crossed your mind that the All Blue doesn’t exist?” you found yourself saying.

He looked at you with unfaltering optimism, mouth hitching into a smirk. “It does exist.”

“Sure,” and you meant it. “Hypothetically speaking. What if you were to find out it doesn’t?”

Sanji shrugged a shoulder.

“I’d invent it,” came out of him with ease. You could tell he’d never given too much thought to this; Sanji was a dreamer by nature, starry-eyed and pitiful, and even when proven wrong, to him the idea of impossibility would only mean that he had to work harder. It was something you didn’t have, but inexplicably felt drawn to, that would rearrange your mouth into a smile when spotted in someone else.

You felt Sanji’s hand run a brief touch across your arm. “And you?”

“Me what?” you watched him through a curtain of perplexity.

“Tell me more,” he hummed. “About your dream, mon coeur.” He had good man eyes and a convincing edge to his tone, like a priest attempting to drag out a confession on an uneventful Sunday. A minute passed with you averting the gaze, staring instead at the aquarium extending on the walls of the bar, at the fish and algae and anemones billowing in a universe of their own making.

There was laughter climbing in your throat; you weren’t any good at this. Nonetheless, you let your head fall against the backrest of the sofa, hoping the words you were looking for stayed scribbled somewhere on the ceiling instead.

“Years back”, you cautiously started to pick them, one by one.

ii.

There was a fight. You weren’t there to witness, but a knot formed in your throat when three of them—exhausted, covered in cuts and dirt—climbed aboard the ship, carrying a mass of blonde hair on their shoulders. What the hell did you do? your lips split, salt spreading on the tip of your tongue, and your chest was heaving in a disjointed rhythm. Chopper tended to his wounds first. Nothing fatal, he assured you. But he would still need plenty of rest.

You asked then when would be the right time to go see him, still reminding yourself how to breathe. From the beginning you were aware that piracy didn’t only mean booze and discovery, but violence and cruelty and having to see a close one soaked in their own blood. Yet no one prepared you for this, for something unshown to climb down the depths of your imagination and numb you at your fingertips at the pace of an electrical shock.

Chopper brushed the wooden floor of the deck with one of his hoofs. “I’m sorry.” It was hesitant, withdrawn. “There was one thing he requested, before losing consciousness.”

You slammed the door to the sleeping quarters with weakened legs and a headache.

iii.

Sanji recovered quicker than anticipated, and soon enough you began to see him again hovering about the deck and hallways of the Sunny, going in and out the kitchen like a perturbed spectre. Speaking to him would mean forgiveness, and he couldn’t gather the nerve to approach you, so days passed by with both settling to the uncomfortable silence—clicked tongues, avoided glances, meals taken at eerie hours.

One night you caught him taking a smoke at the railing. Sleeves rolled to elbows, loosened tie, staring blankly at open sea. Your jaws tightened, your stomach clenched by the memory of the blood pooling Sanji’s nails, before they’d taken him to the sick bay. Then you peeked at his fingers—clean, unscarred, like nothing had happened. Moonlight was settling faintly across the contours of his rings. Despite yourself, you capitulated and set your elbows on the railing.

“We had tarts today,” you said.

“We did,” his voice was levelled. It was the first time in days hearing it.

“Chances there’s any left?”

He pulled on his cigarette. “Only if you’re ready to gut your captain’s belly.”

“Yeah,” trailing off. “I think I’ll pass.”

“Figured.”

There was a pause.

Sanji ran a touch through his hair, thinking of a thing to say, or rather, feeling for something that was no longer there. And suddenly, his voice fogged the air again, a sound that overrode the creak of the ship and the agitated patter of the waves.

“I’m in love with you,” he said.

You were no stranger to seeing Sanji's mouth bend around such words. Love, falling in love, talking about love—he reeked of all these things, of these saccharine intentions and grand gestures holding him together like wrap paper, making a confession hover to the skies no differently than the smoke leaving his lungs at the exhale. Yet even though you knew this wasn’t going to be either his first or last confession, there was something to the tone he took this time that unsettled you.

The response left you instinctively, “I know.”

“No, darling, I mean—” he took a full drag of his cigarette, a long breath that couldn’t contain the urgency at which words wanted to get out.

A couple of beats later, a hiss eventually dragged itself free. “Merde,” It tamped your guts to the point of throwing up. He tried again, ”Je suis fou de toi. Je brûle pour toi. When I’m with you, it’s like time is moving backwards. And I can’t talk to you, stay anywhere in your proximity, unless I scrape away everything that makes me what I am and there’s nothing left but the washout who couldn’t even hold a chef’s knife the right way. A coward, that’s what that guy is.”

Waves droned peacefully under the starless sky. Sanji attempted to bring up his cigarette for another drag, his hand slightly trembling as he did. His words still fogged your train of thought and you weren’t feeling much like yourself either, but you stopped it mid-air, fingers wrapping themselves over the knuckles, slowly guiding it back to the damp railing. He left it there. A breeze ran a blow through his hair covering more of his face than he normally would.

Seconds later his breathing evened up, and that’s when he added, with a sadness that you weren’t used to, but somehow expected coming, “I’m sorry for saddening you, mon coeur, you at least deserved an explanation for the decisions I recently made. I’ve been acting immaturely and there’s absolutely no excuse for it.” A lungful of air. “It’s just that you deserve more, much, much more. I can’t stand seeing you settle for less.” I don’t deserve you, was how the silence that came after settled between your forms.

You squeezed his hand. He flinched. To say you’d have acted any differently had you thought more clearly would be a lie; salt in your lungs and a killer sinking feeling in your stomach, you then lifted his arm and placed it around you, resting your head upon his shoulder, faint light gleaming across the sea ahead like a second chance.

“All I’m hearing is that you think I’m not deserving to see the All Blue,” you said.

Sanji couldn’t bring himself to look at you. “You know I didn’t say that.”

“Loser or not,” you continued as if you hadn’t heard him. “There's only one guy who can take me there.”

“And what if the All Blue doesn’t exist?”

“I’ll invent it.” It’s reflexive, almost like the slight shift of your head as you said it, and here they were, his eyes meeting you through layers of hair, incredulous.

A moment passed.

His mouth was twitching and his cheeks were wet. “Dear,” slowly, tender. “You’re really everything I could ask for and more.” For the first time you could feel him holding you a little tighter, his hand moving up and down across your arm. “Thank you.”

You stood like that for a while, a soothing silence, feeling his goatee against your cheekbone and taking in the nicotine embedded in his clothes. The waters cradling the ship were dark and alien, yet your focus was only kept on the few patches the moon could reach, and otherworldly reflections of blue swam now in his irises, matching the flicker lit in your chest each time his gaze found you.

#one piece x reader #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader #one piece scenario

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elimoskowitzs-wife · 3 months ago

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I just saw the new chapters of ck and... what about robby x reader making out as a stress relief, they're both captains and both are stressed so...

Omg the new 5 episodes are so good like dude and yes I can do that thanks for the idea

Stress relief robby keene x fem!reader

Warnings: making out, fighting, swearing

It was the sekai taikai my best friend tory had swapped sides from miyagi do to cobra kai miyagi do saw her and betrayal hit me the hardest

I stared at her in shock there was 3 feelings you felt betrayal,angry,sad

My boyfriend robby looked at her until the presentor (forgot his name fuck) said for the captains to step forwards and put the headbands on

Me and robby stood forwards when tory did aswell the anger got even worse when I saw I was gonna have to fight my best friend

I took a big gulp and stood listening

Once we all left me and miyagi do was walking about when you walked down the aquarium bit seeing tory

'why didn't you speak to us there would've been another way to decide captains' I looked at her and tory ignored me 'fine then ignore me' i walk off to where miyagi do and cobra kai is arguing who can kick higher

'what bullshit kicking off noe' I walk through them

'seeing who can kick higher' hawk said

'I'll do it whivh snake am I doing it against' i say

Kwon says he will then you both bet the rooms miyagi do get mad at you 'what are you doing!' demitri shouts

'winning us a extra room' I say roughing my shoes up

I get a running start and do a spinning tornado kick getting really high and pumping my arms kwon dose it and gets the same height as I do so we go again and I got higher

I smile knowing I did it

The next day it was the first time to fight and i messed it up and kept annoying myself I'm supposed to be a captain I earnt the spit and can't dk it

After the first fight we went to hotel rooms I was sat in mine getting annoyed at myself calling myself an idiot saying I'm shit

I was looking at the bandana in the mirror on my head do I deserve it?

Robby walked in annoyed about something kwon did

'Rob what's up?' I ask

'that stupid kwon guy he's such a dick he was talking shit about you' he groaned sitting on the bed his jaw clenched

'let him talk shit I don't care all i care is that my handsome boyfriend is sat right with me stood by my side whilst we're both captains even though I'm messing up' I say sitting next to him

'your not messing up it's the nerves your fighting in the world's biggest karate tournament' he says to me

I nod before looking at his lips then his eyes and back to his lips

A smirk tugged at robbys lips as he moved in closer putting his pointer finger under my jaw and thumb on my chin to make me look up at him then he moves slowly and kisses me

I put my hands on his jaw whilst he deepens the kiss this felt like the best way to relive stress not fighting not sparring not training just me and my boyfriend making out abroad from America

#cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #robby keene x reader #robby keene

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thechosenof · 2 months ago

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Ma Halani pt.2

A/N Guys this story... Man. I wanted it to be more clear that Rook was, in all actuality, deeply bothered by Solas and everything she has to deal with. So this was sort of her breaking point. Anyways, one more short part to write and then it's a wrap for Ma Halani. Enjoy!

Warnings: More smut, biting, and slight depression. This one also isn't double checked for errors, just let me know if you see any.

Rook refused to sleep for four days when she finally got back from the prison. Shame and anger warred inside of her mind, a constant, churning dread of falling asleep just to see him again. She couldn’t.

She had returned from the Fade a ghost, silent, withdrawn, and barely cognizant of them. They worried around her, probing for answers to where she had gone, what had happened, if she was okay. Of course, she wasn’t okay. Nothing about what had happened was okay. But she couldn’t bring herself to answer them. Not a single one of their inquiries. Instead, she sat like a corpse on her couch in the lighthouse, in front of the aquarium, just staring at the fish swimming around. Eventually, her friends had left, taking their concerned looks with them. Still, she didn’t move. She felt stuck there, like she was still with him, his eyes boring into her so gently.

The first day passed like that, and before long it was night. The others had left her be, knowing that she might be back with them, but she wasn’t really there. But then Lucanis walked in, bringing two mugs with him. He sat next to her quietly, putting one purple cup in her hand. Ciocolatta calda, she recognized quickly. It was what she had gotten when they had gone to Treviso to meet with Illario. She waited for another onslaught of questions, but it never came. Lucanis just watched the fish silently as she had been, sipping his own black coffee slowly.

There was an unspoken understanding between them: she didn’t need to talk, but he was there for her. Finally, she took a drink from her own mug, a long sigh passing her lips as the tension finally slipped from her stiffened body. Lucanis watched from the corner of his eyes, a small, satisfied smile gracing his lips from behind his coffee. They sat like that for a while, simply drinking in a moment of silence. It was comfortable, and much appreciated. Once their drinks were gone, he stood, collected her mug, murmured a quiet goodnight, and then left her to herself.

The next morning she met everyone at the dining table, giving them an apology for how she had acted the day before. She explained that she had been sent to the Fade, that the Venatori had hoped she would be trapped there. She didn’t mention aphrodisiac, nor did she dare utter a word about Solas. Venatori, potion, fade, entrapment. That’s it. Each of her friends accepted her explanation, evening if they picked up there was more to it. She was back, she was okay except for some minor scruff, that’s all that mattered. However, after everyone had had their time to wake up and become functioning people, they may have wished she would have stayed in the Fade a bit longer.

Rook wouldn’t fall asleep, so instead, she filled their days with countless duties that need to be done. Assisting her teammates in their respective cities, coffee, countless fights with Venatori and Antaam, more coffee, reading and filling reports, and pausing once more for coffee. The bitter liquid made her face pull back in disgust, but it kept her awake. So she kept drinking it to avoid the unwelcome guest that sat waiting in her mind, haunting her every thought. They were tired. It was nonstop. They new in the long run this was helpful, but they were growing weary.

Her fourth night back, Neve cornered her in the library.

“Rook, you need to sleep. You haven’t slept a wink since you got back.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but Neve cut her off by holding her hand up.

“Don’t even try. The bags under your eyes could house the homeless in Dock Town.” She guided Rook towards the pantry. “Proper meal, bath, then sleep. Now.”

Once in the pantry, Neve asked Lucanis to make Rook something light to eat and then went off on her way to rest herself. Rook sat at the dining table as Lucanis bustled around the kitchen. She zoned out as he chopped vegetables, the sound of the knife hitting the cutting board reminding her of Solas’ thrust. Deep, measured, calculated. Her fists clenched on top of the table. Why had he done that? Anger filtered up into her throat making it burn, tears stinging at her eyes as she became filled with rage towards him once again.

Lucanis noticed her shift in demeanor, clearing his throat before setting a bowl down between her clenched hands, then he pulled out a chair for himself next to her. She gave a weak ‘thank you’ before picking up the soup he had given her, eating the soup he had made. She ate in silence, Lucanis’s gaze flitting over to her every few minutes. Rook rolled her eyes and sighed.

“I’m fine, Lucanis.” He raised an unbelieving eyebrow at her, his arms crossed as he leaned back in the chair.

“Are you really okay?” Rook stared at him, her gaze giving no indication to how she was feeling. She just looked empty. Finally, she cast her eyes down to the soup, swirling it around in the bowl slowly.

“I have to be okay.” Her voice was hardly a whisper. Then she offered him a soft, strained smile, stood from the table, and began walking away. As she got to the door, she turned to him,

“Thank you for the soup, and the hot chocolate the other day.” She said before finally leaving, the door closing behind her with a dull thud. Lucanis just stared at where she had stood, his brow furrowed in concern.

Rook walked into her washroom, filled the tub with water, then stepped in slowly. She hissed as the scalding water burned her skin. But the burn felt good. It made her feel real. Her body slouched until only her nose and eyes remained above the surface, her gaze set at the clear liquid, her body rippling underneath as she breathed. After a moment, she sat up, beginning to wash the grime off of her body. Neve was right, she needed this. Her hands rubbed at her hips, and she flinched as a sore pain reverberated. Looking down, she frowned. Solas’s fingerprints were bruised into her skin, nearly engraving her. She let her own fingers trace over the bruises, and then once again, she felt her anger flare. Suddenly she was scrubbing at the marks. Scrubbing, and rubbing, and scouring her skin until it became raw.

All the while she thought of his hands on her. They had been so rough, heated, and mean; until they weren’t. Then they were soft, and curious. She felt nauseous. Solas’s eyes had been predatory, a quiet amusement from her desperation. Had he only fucked her to win her over? But he had held her so tightly, like he hadn’t wanted to let go. Like he needed her at that moment. At that moment. So he wasn’t alone. She let out an animalistic snarl that turned into a strained cry. This was so fucking irritating. How was she supposed to face him again?

She hated him. With her whole entire being, she wished for nothing but his downfall. This never would have happened if he hadn’t tried to tear down the veil. None of this would be happening. She wouldn’t be fighting blighted gods, blood mages, Qunari Antaam, Weisshaupt wouldn’t have fallen, none of it.

None of it?

She paused for a moment, recounting everything her and her team had done till then. The corruptness they dispelled, the people they helped, everything. Suddenly, she wasn’t so angry. That one revelation didn’t make all the bad go away, but it did make the weight just a little lighter.

Rook stood from the tub, the water had long become cold, making the chilly air easy to bear. She grabbed a towel and dried herself, the rough fabric scraping against her skin. She dressed in a long, loose tunic, far too exhausted to dress in proper clothing. Once in her room again, she laid herself on the green couch, her gaze drifting to the hypnotic movement of the fish.The rhythmic movements of their fins lulled her into sleep quickly. It didn’t come as a welcome respite, but more of a reluctant surrender, her exhaustion finally winning.

For just a moment, there was nothing. No thoughts, feelings, or senses. It was just an empty sleep like what she used to have, until she was abruptly thrust in front of Solas. This time, they were back in their normal positions, ready to play their parts. However, this time, the gap normally between them seemed much smaller, almost as though it was only a crack that she could just jump over. She didn’t mention it.

“Rook?” His voice, a low murmur cut through the silence of the fade. She felt the hair on her neck stand on edge, and a shiver run down her spine. She mentally cursed herself for letting this elf have such an adverse effect on her, just from calling her name in surprise.

Rook met his gaze, her own eyes souring as she finally took in his appearance. He looked the exact same. He looked fine. He wasn’t in any sort of turmoil like she was and that aggravated her. That she allowed herself to be so upset by him while he couldn't care less about what had passed between them.

“Solas.” She replied. Her voice was clipped. Short and sharp, emotionless. She would not let him hold any place in her head. In her heart.

“It has been days. Are you alright?” he asked.

“That’s none of your business,” She deflected him quickly. His brow twitched slightly, hardly noticeable, but still there.

“Elgar’nan is planning to make a lyrium dagger. How do we stop him?”

Solas rolled his head to the side, his body following suit. His jaw was clenched tightly, deep in thought for a moment.

“I see,” He said, sardonic amusement hinting in his tone.

“Don’t act like a victim. You’re not commiting to a noble sacrifice by being locked away in here. You’re a liar,” She takes a step forward.

“A manipulator,” She continued.

“I won’t be a pawn in your demented game anymore.” Her feet are at the edge of the gap between them, a sneer on her face, daring him to correct her. The bitterness in Rook’s voice was tangible, stemming from her hurt and betrayed trust of him.

“You are not a pawn, more like,” He thinks for a moment.

“An anomaly. Something I had not predicted or ever considered.” He allowed a truth for every 10 of his lies. He really hadn’t expected her. Her defiance, her wit, none of it. Never would he have thought he would be sat locked in a prison of his own creation, with one modern elf to be his life line to the outside world. And he definitely hadn’t expected to fuck her, let alone feel anything more than contempt towards her.

“That’s wonderful. I’m so thrilled that I was here to disrupt your grand schemes.”

This time, Solas stepped forward, like a hooked fish.

“You misunderstand me. My intentions are to make right what I have wronged, even if my methods are-” His voice had been gentle, gradually building in a crescendo as he tried to defend his actions.

“Your methods are monstrous. You use people, Solas. You manipulate them. And if that doesn’t work? You get rid of them by whatever means you deem fit.” She interrupted, her voice raw.

“Why are my actions so important to you?” He knew the answer, he had started this all in order to get her into the palm of his hand. In this moment, he used that to his advantage. He hadn’t known that he would become entangled in her own web, tied around her pinkie finger. Solas regretted that decision.

“Don’t twist this anymore than you already have,” She whispered, her voice trembling at the start. Her eyes looked so sad. Solas raised his eyebrow, his expression unreadable. He put his hands behind his back, taking three large steps backwards and away from her.

“Elgar’nan's power is tied to light and darkness. He will need to perform a ritual during the next eclipse. That will give you and your team some time to prepare.”

Rook nods her head, thinking of everything they may still need to do beforehand, and trying to come up with just how exactly they were supposed to train for this. Then, Solas’s voice rang out, gentle and encouraging,

“I know that you will do everything in your power not to fail them.”

Her eyes drifted back to him, startled by the softness in his voice. When her gaze landed on his face, she was taken aback, taking in a sharp intake of air. There, in front of her, her, the Dread Wolf had shown her a ghost of a smile, not quite reaching his eyes, but still genuine. The soft curve of his lips stood out vastly with the sharp angle of his jaw, and the intensity of his gaze. His violet eyes, usually so calculating and sharp, were half-lidded. The heat she felt forming in her stomach made her feel sick. He looked like just a man at that moment.

There was a stillness to him, it was a silent intensity that drew her in despite all of her judgements. It was a look that spoke of hidden secrets, more than just regrets, but triumphs and bittersweet happiness. It was the look of a man who carried the weight of this world, and the last, on his very soul. But at this moment, he was offering her some solace. And in her solace, he found his own peace, a peace that she knew that he did not deserve, but thought might be okay for her own peace of mind right now.

They stood like that for a time, just gazing at one another, his face gradually morphing into something new but familiar. He looked like he was yearning for something, or someone, and Rook couldn’t help herself from wishing that it was directed towards her.

“Solas,”

“Rook,” They started at the same time. Both pairs of eyes widened, his softening first,

“Please, go ahead.”

She glanced away, picking at the skin around her nails. A horrible habit she had picked up as a child.

“Why do you look at me like that sometimes?” She finally asked, her voice barely above a ghost of a whisper.

Her question hung suspended in the tense air between them, delicate and volatile. Like a string frayed to its last thread, taut, threatening to snap with one wrong pull. Solas’s expression shifted; the minutes of softness they had only just shared disappeared, his features that had been warmed briefly now retreated, replaced now by guarded eyes. He didn’t answer her immediately, the ensuing silence was heavy with unspoken emotions. It felt oppressive.

Rook could hear her own heartbeat beating in her ears like a drum, a frantic sound against the otherwise stillness around them. She hated this, hated the way that under his gaze, her pulse quickened so easily, hated the way that the anger she had been stewing in for days crumbled under the weight of his silence.

“Like what?” He finally asked, his voice a low murmur from deep in his chest. It was cautious, the carefully modulated tones controlling his emotions. Yet, a fleeting quirk of his lips betrayed the underlying amusement.

Rook’s lips pressed into a thin line. She didn’t want to explain herself, she didn’t want to figure out while she felt so antsy under the unsettling intensity of his gaze. A gaze that had the ability to pierce her defenses and feel oddly tender, simultaneously. It was a look that read that he wanted to put his hands into the puzzle that was her mind, try and fit the pieces together to see just why she was the way she was. It wasn’t fair. He wanted to dissect her, but she was expected to just accept the god of lies, trickery, and treachery as he was. Before she could think of the consequences to her words, she spoke,

“It’s like… You’re holding back. Like you’re holding yourself back.”

The prison shook at the ground moved, pieces falling apart and mashing together to bridge the gap between them. Rook stumbled forward, losing her footing at the quakes. Just as she thought she would fall, Solas’s arms wrapped around her waist just as he’d done only days ago. His grasp made her tense up, frozen in his hold like a rabbit cornered by a wolf. His scent- Fade-like, woodsy, and old, infiltrated her senses. It was all-encompassing and intoxicating. Unsettling. When he next spoke, Rook could feel the rumble in his chest although his voice was controlled, with each syllable measured, each word carefully selected just for her.

“And if I am? What would you do with that knowledge?” Another deflection, an answer inside of a question. With this, he shifted the burden of responsibility of a real answer onto her again.

Rook frowned, frustration bubbling to the surface one more, threatening to overthrow the control she had promised herself to keep. She pulled away from him, pushing him back by his broad chest.

“That’s not an answer, Solas. You- you always do this,” She began, beyond exasperated. She turned her back to him, throwing her arms in the air.

“You twist my questions, avoiding giving me answers with riddles, concealing the truth with well-thought half-truths and ambiguities!” She turned to face him once again, this time with space between them so she could think.

“For once,” Her eyes met his,

“Just tell me the truth.” Her voice was pleading, begging him. Rook knew this was a bad idea, letting him in and see this part of her. The part of her that was still immature and childish, wishing and hoping for there to be good in everyone, no matter how miniscule. She understood from the wolf statuettes that manipulation and burden is all he had known, but did he want for more? Did he have dreams and ambitions that didn’t revolve around his past, around Mythal? Did he want redemption?

His gaze locked onto hers, unwavering, stubborn, a stare that caught her breath once more. For a long moment, a beat too long, he simply took her in. His expression was unreadable, a silent battle waging on behind those beautifully sad eyes of his. Finally, he relented, stepping forward and cupping her cheek. She flinched, her eyes closing instinctively. He chuckled.

“Very well. You want my honesty?” He asked her, thumb brushing her cheek delicately.

“Yes.” She whispered. Her stomach twisted and turned on itself, not knowing what to expect from him anymore. He tilted his head to the side and let his thumb trace over her bottom lip.

“I look at you the way a starved man may look as a coin glistening at the bottom of a well.” He paused, wondering if that was the best way. For once, he wasn’t trying to craft an image of false promises, just how he felt.

“You are tempting, beyond beautiful, and valuable. But dangerous, out of reach. You remind me of what I can never have. Something I should never have desired.”

Her eyes were wide, tears welling once again, and his thumb moved to brush them away.

“I- Solas, well I- I don’t know what to say.” She stumbled on her words. A faint breathy chuckle escaped from Salas’s lips. He smiled down at her.

“You are a complication that I never anticipated, one that I cannot ignore, nor do I want to.”

“How am I supposed to answer that, Solas?” She wanted to be angry. To throw at him everything that she knew he had done, and even then, that wouldn’t be enough. But her chest was tight and her throat was choked. He stayed silent, watching her curiously as she worked through her thoughts and feelings right in the moment, once again in his hands.

“I don’t need your peace,” she insisted, her voice thick with emotion, defying what he offered to her as consolation.

“I don’t need your pity or your excuses. I just-” A whimper escaped her chapped lips, a choked and painful sound. Her hands tightened in the fabric of his shirt. The words were caught in her throat; they were an unspoken plea hanging over them both. Finally, she found the words, barely managing to utter them.

“Tell me this is real. If any of this- your feelings- was any of it ever real?”

Solas leaned down, his forehead coming to rest delicately against hers. Their breaths mingled, a silent blending of their unspoken truths, and untold deceptions. They closed their eyes, surrendering to the intimacy of the moment. They breathed together as one, drawing strength and relinquishing their doubts in each other’s presence. He whispered, his voice not faltering in his answer to her, dangerous and undeniable.

“It was,” His lips brushed hers, a fleeting touch that made her crave more. The words he mustered were soft yet unshakable, a promise whispered to her heart.

“It is.” Finally. Finally the walls were broken and each laid bare to the other. Her chest ached painfully, resonating pain throughout her being. A physical reaction to the emotional turmoil she had felt the past few days, finally coming to a head. She wanted to believe him and his sweet words, to surrender to the hope his words offered, even knowing the inherent risks of trusting Fen’Harel. This one moment could lead to her downfall, but dammit, she wanted so badly to trust in him. So she did. Just this once, she would indulge in what she wanted, no matter how forbidden the fruit was.

Slowly, she craned her neck upwards, pressing her lips to his, seeking him with urgency. Rook needed him to confirm what he had told her. The instant their mouths met, Solas responded, his body melting into hers like a graceful fall. His arms pulled her even closer, until there was no space to breach between them. Her hands were still balled into fists, clutching at his shirt, her knuckles lightening from the pressure. Meanwhile, his hands gradually moved lower, hesitating for a moment. At least until she whimpered, then his hands made their way to the curve of her hips, and then lower to settle firmly on her ass, pulling her tunic up to feel her skin in his hands.

And with that, she was his. Completely, utterly, irrevocably, his.

She could still feel anger deep in her gut, eating away at her, but at present, her need to believe that there was the smallest amount of good in him outweighed that. And honestly, as his hands roamed the expanse of her bruised and spent skin, she couldn’t care less about anything else around them. It was just them, their feelings, and their needs. And right now, she needs him.

Rook’s hands unclenched from his shirt, roaming the expanse of his shoulders until they made their way to cradle his head, comforting him, if only a little bit. Her tongue grazed his bottom lip, asking for permission that he granted without question, letting her lead the moment between them. His hands continued to drift over her body, stopping periodically to grasp at her, making sure she’s real, and still there.

The kiss became heated, the initial tenderness morphing into a fiery urgency to be one with the other. Solas grabbed the bottom of Rook’s tunic, breaking the kiss to pull it over her head. He looked at her, taking in the dips and crevices of her body. Her skin was flushed with desire, her nipples hardened under his gaze and he smirked, knowing that he could raise such a delicious reaction from her. His hand dropped her tunic to the ground, hand raising to cup her breast, squeezing it and eliciting a whine from her. He let go, hand moving down her rib, to waist, hip, crossing her stomach, and then cupping her sex.

Rook ground her hips down into his hand, letting him feel how much she wanted him. This time, not out of pure necessity, but actual want. He groaned, not wasting any time to slip one of his lengthy, pale fingers between her folds and inside her. She gasped at the suddenness, hands grabbing to hold on to his forearms. Solas leaned down, nipping at her right ear gently, then letting his tongue run over the tenderness he had created. All the while his finger moved agonizingly slowly, in and out of her.

“Faster…” She murmured to him, and he couldn’t help himself but to smirk down at her. He liked seeing her like this. So obedient. That would never change for him.

“Please!” Rook continued as she pushed her hips down, trying to make her point more clear. Finally, he relented, adding another finger into her sopping cunt, thrusting them quicker and harder. Her eyes rolled back, mouth falling open, as she moaned without hesitation. His head dipped down to mark her neck like he had done the last time, letting them trail higher and higher, so that people may see. He couldn’t hold back his pride as he pulled away to see the artwork he had created on her body. He angled his fingers to press along the spongy part of her insides, over and over and over, as her eyes squeezed shut, arching her back.

“S-Solas… Don’t stop ‘m so close…” Rook pleaded with him, her eyes furrowed together as she chased her high. He pressed his mouth to her parted lips, swallowing her cries as his thumb circled her clit mercilessly. She could feel his hardness against her thigh, him unconsciously grinding himself against her; it made her clench, she finally let go, her orgasm burning through her like flames licking at wood. It was fiery, hot, and made her scream out, but his mouth muffled her cries.

Solas didn’t wait to take the rest of his clothing off, tossing it beside them. He grabbed hold of her calves, pulling her to him. She was surprised, but didn’t struggle against him, instead she slackened herself. Her body melted in his hands, legs wrapping around his hips effortlessly. She watched Solas stroke himself a few times, his eyes piercing as he watched her body twitch in the aftershocks of her last orgasm. He painted the image of her flushed skin coated in a thin layer of sweat. Her arms above her head so submissively, nipples hardened and breasts raising and falling with each breath. Her legs spread wide open, presenting herself to him so willingly with slick coating her inner thighs. And her eyes, her fucking eyes, staring at him so openly, so beautiful and full of desire.

Solas aligned himself with her entrance, the anticipation a torment made tangible by her slick heat. He pressed himself inside her slowly, a delicious friction that stole his breath at the feeling of her tightness wrapping around his length. A hiss passed his lips, but it could hardly be heard over Rook’s own moan that tore from her as he stretched her. He paused for a moment, gazing down at their joined bodies before drawing back and slamming back inside. Her fingers clawed at the dirt above her head, leaving furrows in the ground, Her eyes, dilated and dark with heat, remained locked on his, mirroring the intensity burning in his own gaze. His brow was furrowed in concentration, bottom lip caught between his teeth, his chest flushed with exertion. One of his hands rested on her lower stomach, his thumb finding her sensitive nub between her folds, circling it with an urgent pressure that sent shivers of pleasure. Then, a jolt shocked Rook, Solas’s magic coursing through her from her clit; she let out an involuntary cry, unprepared for the sudden, breathtaking climax that stole her breath.

He relished in the vise-like grip her cunt locked him in, his cock buried deep within her as she shuddered through her second orgasm. Her body trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure as he withdrew slowly before gently guiding her to roll onto her stomach. He moved her easily, moving himself atop her thighs, right below his ass, where he once again lined himself to her entrance. He let the head slip past her folds, teasingly rocking back and forth as a smirk played on his lips, eyes studying her flushed skin and damp hair.

“Have I worn you out already, da’len?” he asked, the words laced with a mocking tone that only served to ignite the defiance she had always shown him.

She twisted, her eyes meeting his over her shoulder. She scoffed before responding, “Hardly.”

A low chuckled emanating from him, a sound that vibrated through her as his eyes darkened. Solas leaned over her, the weight of his body pressing into her, as his cock slowly sunk into her once more. It was slow and deliberate, something she hadn’t expected, but it was only a prelude to come. Her defiance soon faltered then dissolved into surrender as after he pulled out the first time, he had slammed into her with such force, Rook swore she had seen stars. His pace was relentless and she was grateful his arms braced her, his weight an anchor as he drove into her, his hips slapping against her ass with a fierce rhythm.

"Hardly," she scoffed, the word a breathy defiance.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, a sound that vibrated through her as his eyes darkened, the amusement replaced by a deeper, more primal hunger. He leaned over her, the weight of his body pressing down, his entry slow and deliberate, a prelude to the storm to come. Her defiance faltered, dissolving into surrender as she closed her eyes. Her hips arched instinctively to meet him while his arms braced her, his weight anchoring him as he drove into her. Solas’s rhythm was relentless and powerful, hips slamming against her ass with a fierce, intoxicating rhythm. His mouth found her back as he alternated between kissing and nipping at her skin with each thrust.

Then, his kisses trailed upwards, landing at her ears where he nipped at them. Rook’s eyes clenched shut as he began to whisper into her ear. Nothings and somethings flooded her mind confusing her as his cock bullied into her.

“I could not stand you before,” he groaned, his voice a low rasp. “How is it that I do not believe I could survive without you now?” he murmured, pressing a kiss below her ear, his words lost in the flurry of sensation she felt. His hips began to stutter and, and his hand snaked its way under her to find her clit again. His fingers messily, eagerly drew circles in a pattern. Rook whimpered, feeling her climax approaching.

“Fen’Harel ma ghilana,” he whispered, his teeth grazing the space between her neck and shoulder before he unleashed himself inside of her, flooding her inside with hot, thick cum. A cry tore from her throat at the feeling, surrendering to her body’s satisfaction. She twitched under him, eyes rolled back in her head as she panted. Solas’s hand detached from her clit to rub soothing circles on her hip, gently detaching himself from her.

Rook opened her eyes to look at him, watching as he laid himself next to her, brushing her hair back from her forehead. He gave her a soft, tired smile. She laughed and Solas was taken aback.

“Fen’Harel guides you? Seriously?” she asked, the absurdity of his final statement finally registering to her. Her laugh only grew louder at the way Solas looked off to the side, ears tinted pink. As he turned back to respond, the Fade prison faltered, and then disappeared as Rook woke. Over her stood Lucanis, his eyes were panicked.

“Rook, we have a problem.”

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