#saw this and immediately thought River would like it

[rainforestakiie]

hi @fallenhunnyapple! thank you so much for allowing me to write something for this! i had so much fun, i hope you like what i have written! i tried so hard to make it enjoyable!

Something was off with Lucifer. Adam had sensed it immediately, though he hadn’t cared enough to pry. Whatever the Morning Star was scheming, it wasn’t Adam’s concern. He was done caring, done fighting, done existing. Six months had passed since he clawed his way into the wretched underbelly of Hell, reborn as a sinner. At first, he had been a ghost of himself—lost and broken. Not the kind of broken that could be pieced together, but the kind that shattered on a molecular level, the fragments so fine they cut the soul just by existing.

Adam wandered Hell’s streets like a phantom, hoping—begging—for some merciful strike to snuff out his flickering existence. But Hell was maddeningly indifferent to him. Sinners snarled and hissed, but none dared to lunge, their predatory gazes sliding off him as if he were coated in oil. Even in Cannibal Town, where crimson rivers flowed thick with the remnants of those less fortunate, he was met with disarming hospitality. Rosie, an overlord cloaked in velvet shadows and toothy charm, had laughed at his misery, patted his cheek, and offered him coffee. Coffee!

He wanted annihilation, but Hell seemed content to mock him with its refusal.

Desperation led Adam to darker places, including the infamous Hazbin Hotel. He’d heard the whispers—of redemption, second chances, and that sickeningly earnest demon princess, Charlie. His lips curled into a bitter sneer as he trudged through the dilapidated gates. Maybe he could push her and her self-righteous girlfriend, Vaggie, into ending him. The thought felt like hope for the first time in months. A cruel, jagged hope.

Inside the hotel, Adam wasted no time. He was venomous, his words tipped with the kind of cruelty only someone profoundly broken could wield. He tore into Charlie, her idealism, her naivety, her unrelenting kindness. His voice was acidic, each insult meant to flay her dreams apart. Vaggie’s temper snapped like a fraying rope; her angelic steel glinted in the dim light, ready to cleave him apart. Adam tilted his head, his lips curling into a hollow, mirthless smile. Finally.

But Charlie’s voice cut through the tension, soft and firm, holding Vaggie back. Her pity burned worse than the blade would have. She extended a hand, offering him a room, a chance.

Adam hissed through clenched teeth, "Fuck off."

He stormed out, hollow and shaking, the kind of rage that came from realizing even his misery couldn’t provoke destruction.

It was on his way out that he saw it: an angelic knife, half-buried in the cracked ground outside the hotel, overlooked in some forgotten skirmish. His breath hitched as he snatched it up, the blade humming faintly in his hand. This was it. This would end him.

The cliffs of Cannibal Town were jagged and slick with viscera, overlooking an abyss of roiling, infernal fire. Adam stood at the precipice, the angelic knife gleaming in his grip. The steel was cold, colder than anything in Hell had the right to be. It seemed to sing to him, promising the silence he craved.

He drew the blade to his chest, ready to plunge it into the dead heart that had beaten too long.

"ADAM!"

Lucifer’s voice ripped through the thick, sulfureous air. A golden portal shimmered behind him, its edges wreathed in starlight, impossibly out of place in Hell’s crimson haze. Lucifer stepped through, his crimson eyes burning with anger and something else—fear?

Adam rolled his eyes, exhaling through his nose. “Go away.”

"Like Hell I will!" Lucifer snapped; his usual poise fractured. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing? You think I’d let you—”

"Let me?" Adam’s laugh was dry, bitter. “You’ve been letting me rot for months. Don’t pretend to care now.”

Lucifer’s jaw clenched. "I’ve been watching you, Adam. Since the moment your heart restarted, I felt it—I felt you. Do you think I haven’t been trying to figure out what to do with you? To help you?”

“Help me?” Adam barked, turning to glare at him. “You’ve done nothing but watch. Just like Heaven. Watching, controlling, lying. Why would you care now?”

“Because I don’t want you to waste this chance!” Lucifer’s voice cracked, desperation bleeding through the anger. “Hell isn’t what you think it is. It’s not just torment. It can be… more. You could have a life here.”

Adam’s face twisted in disdain. “A life? In this shithole? Why? So I can play puppet for you the way Heaven used me? No thanks.”

Flinching as though struck, Lucifer stepped closer, his crimson wings shifting uneasily. “I’m not asking you to be my pawn. I’m asking you to live. To see what’s possible here.”

Adam laughed, a dark, hollow sound. He turned to face the churning fire below, gripping the knife tighter. “I’ve never lived, Lucifer. You think I was Heaven’s golden boy, right? The great Adam. The first man. Do you have any idea what that life was like? Do you?”

Lucifer’s silence was answer enough.

“I was their experiment,” Adam continued, his voice trembling with rage. “I was their scapegoat. Sacrificed over and over. My pain, my blood, all to keep their little project alive. Do you think they cared about me? No. I was a tool to them, a means to an end.”

Lucifer’s expression softened, his fury replaced by something raw and unspoken. “And what about now? What about Hell? It’s not Heaven, Adam. It’s not perfect, but it’s real. You could find something here—something better than oblivion.”

Scoffing, Adam’s tired golden eyes meeting Lucifer’s. “You really think Hell is better?”

Inching closer, Lucifer’s voice dropping to a quiet, vulnerable whisper. “It could be. If you let it.”

For the first time, Adam hesitated. The knife trembled in his grip, the firelight casting jagged shadows across his face. Lucifer waited, the silence stretching taut between them.

Turning back to the edge, Adam’s expression unreadable. “I don’t know how to live,” he admitted, the words barely audible over the crackling inferno.

Lucifer stepped closer, his hand outstretched. “Then let me show you.”

The choice hung in the air, a fragile thing teetering on the brink.

The laughter that erupted from Adam was jagged, mocking, and hollow, cutting through the tense air between him and Lucifer. His golden eyes, dulled by despair and fury, glinted with something raw and venomous as he turned to face the Morning Star.

"Stay with you?" Adam sneered, his voice sharp as broken glass. "You—the first person who ever hurt me?"

Lucifer’s crimson eyes widened, his jaw stiffening as though the words had struck him like a physical blow. He stepped back slightly, his wings curling inward protectively.

Snorting, Adam continued to speak, his voice rising, each word dripping with the weight of ancient, festering wounds. "Do you even remember, Lucifer? Do you even care? You were my best friend. The only person I trusted. The only person I cared about. And what did you do? You told me to love Lilith. You pushed me toward her, and then you ripped her away. You believed her lies over my truths. And when I tried to talk to you, tried to explain—you ignored me. Like I was nothing."

Flinching, Lucifer’s composure cracking under Adam’s onslaught. His eyes flickered, pain and disbelief pooling in their depths as Adam kept going, his voice trembling with fury and sorrow.

"I didn’t eat the apple, Lucifer! Do you get that? I didn’t get that spark of knowledge. My brain didn’t light up with understanding like Lilith’s or Eve’s. No, I had to learn everything. Slowly. Painfully. I had to be taught everything. And you—" Adam’s voice cracked, raw emotion spilling out. "You were my first teacher. You taught me pain. You taught me betrayal. Everything else that followed—all of it—came from your first fucking lesson."

Face paling, Lucifer’s usual confidence crumbling into something fragile. He took a hesitant step closer, his hand stretching out toward Adam. "Adam," he whispered, his voice thick with regret. "I—I’m sorry. I’ve been an awful friend. I’ve been selfish. I let you down. I—" His voice broke. "I didn’t see what I was doing to you until it was too late."

Adam’s laughter was harsher this time, almost a sob. "Sorry? That’s it? Do you think that’s enough? You ruined me, Lucifer! You ruined humanity! And you got everything in the end."

Lucifer’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. "I lost Heaven. I lost—"

"Shut up!" Adam snapped, his voice a furious snarl. He took a step forward, jabbing a finger into Lucifer’s chest. "You lost the right to be an archangel. You lost the title of seraphim. But then you fell. And what happened? God made you a king! The second most powerful being in existence after God Himself. You have legions who fear you. You have a daughter and a kingdom! And sure, Lilith walked out on you, but guess where she went, Lucifer? Heaven! That’s right. Sera thought it was a wonderful idea to let her in."

Wincing as though Adam had physically struck him. Lucifer’s lips parted as if to respond, but Adam wasn’t done.

"Oh, poor you. Your wife left, and you got booted from Heaven. Big deal! You got the best fucking end of the stick, no matter how you look at it. So don’t you dare talk to me about how pitiful and painful your life is." Adam’s voice dropped, icy and venomous. "You’re depressed? Well, welcome to the club. I was kicked out of my home. I broke my back trying to keep my children alive, fighting illness and beasts while you and Lilith got to live cozy lives surrounded by magic."

Lucifer stood frozen, his expression crumbling into guilt-ridden devastation as Adam’s voice cracked with a bitterness that had fermented for millennia.

"And when I finally died, I went to Heaven. I became an angel. And guess what? I was Sera’s puppet. I wasn’t free. I wasn’t happy. I’ve never been free. Not in Eden. Not in Heaven. Not anywhere. But you—" Adam’s golden eyes burned as tears welled up. "You became a fucking king. You had everything handed to you while I was nothing but a puppet on strings!"

Lucifer’s knees seemed to buckle slightly as the weight of Adam’s words pressed down on him.

"I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking. He stepped closer again, his hands trembling as he reached for Adam. "I’m so sorry. I was blind, Adam. Selfish. I see it now. Please, let me try to make it right. Let me prove that I can be better."

Shaking his head, tears spilling over as Adam laughed bitterly. "I don’t want you to make it right. I don’t want anything from you, Lucifer. I just… want to die. I want peace. I’m so tired."

Eyes widening, Lucifer’s entire body trembling as he inched closer, his gaze flicking to the knife in Adam’s hands. His voice dropped to a whisper, fragile and pleading. "Please, Adam. Please let me try to make things right. Let me help you. Just… give me a chance."

Adam glared at him through the tears, his jaw clenching. "You want me to stay? Fine. But only on one condition."

His hand tightened on the knife as he leaned closer, his voice a hoarse rasp. "If, after everything, I still want to die—you do it. You end it. You kill me. Promise me, Lucifer."

"Adam, I—" Lucifer’s voice faltered, desperation flooding his face. "Please. Don’t ask me to—"

"That’s the deal. Take it or leave me alone." Adam’s voice was iron, his expression unyielding.

Shoulder’s slumping, Lucifer’s gaze dropping to the ground. Slowly, reluctantly, he nodded. His trembling hands closed around the knife, gently taking it from Adam.

 "I’ll do it," he whispered, his voice breaking. "But I swear, Adam—I’ll make you see there’s more. I’ll make this life worth it for you."

Adam turned away, his chest heaving with silent sobs as Lucifer stepped back, clutching the blade like a sacred burden. The fires roared below, but the only sound between them was the faint crackle of flames and the unspoken weight of their shared pain.

Lucifer’s mansion loomed in the crimson haze of Hell��s perpetual twilight, a monstrous edifice of gothic spires and twisting architecture that seemed alive, pulsating faintly like a living organism. The air inside was suffocating, filled with the scent of brimstone, roses, and something sickly sweet that clung to Adam’s skin like decay. Lucifer had brought him here, dragging him back from the edge of the abyss, and now Adam was trapped in this gilded cage, unwillingly tethered to the very being he despised most.

Lucifer had become insufferable. He was relentless in his attempts to mend their shattered bond, showering Adam with trinkets and gifts: racks of ribs charred to perfection, bouquets of dark, otherworldly flowers that seemed to drip shadows, exotic plants from the infernal jungles, and even a collection of guitars that hummed with infernal energy. Yet, for all his efforts, Lucifer never did what Adam truly needed—he never just talked to him.

Adam found himself oscillating between icy silence and sharp, scathing remarks. He ignored Lucifer as much as possible, treating him with the same indifference he had once craved from sinners who refused to end his existence. But Lucifer's determination only grew stronger, his regal demeanour cracking with every rejection.

When Charlie arrived, her presence was a fleeting relief—until Vaggie walked in alongside her. Vaggie, bitter and bristling, with her sharp tongue and unrelenting judgments, grated on Adam’s already frayed nerves. Her thinly veiled contempt and dismissive attitude sparked something deep inside him, something that had been simmering for centuries.

It finally boiled over one evening, during one of their frequent, tense gatherings in Lucifer's cavernous parlour. Vaggie had made another cutting remark about Adam’s attitude, her tone dripping with disdain, and Adam snapped.

"How dare you?" His voice rang out, low and venomous, cutting through the room’s infernal stillness. All eyes turned to him, startled by the fury in his tone. Vaggie froze, her smirk faltering as she stared at him in surprise.

"You, of all people, don’t get to judge me," Adam growled, his golden eyes gleaming like molten metal.

Opening her mouth to retort, but Adam raised a hand, silencing Vaggie with a glare. "No," he hissed. "You don’t know me. Don’t pretend you do. If anything, I know you best."

Charlie looked as though she might intervene, her expression troubled, but Lucifer shook his head, his gaze locked on Adam, a strange mixture of interest and apprehension in his crimson eyes.

Adam’s voice grew colder, more pointed. "You were an exterminator angel, Vaggie. Do you remember that? Of course you do. You slaughtered millions of sinners over the centuries. Millions. You want to look down on me? Fine, but at least I followed orders. You? You had free will. You could have said no, but you didn’t. You took it upon yourself to go above and beyond, inventing new ways to kill. And for what?"

Paling, Vaggie’s mouth opening and closing as she struggled to respond. "I—I spared one sinner…Is that what this is about? You’re just bitter because—"

"Spared one sinner?" Adam’s laugh was sharp and bitter. "Do you even know what that sinner did, Vaggie? Do you?" He leaned forward, his gaze burning into hers. "Hell isn’t filled with innocent people. Sinners don’t end up here for stealing a loaf of bread or being rude to a neighbour. They’re here because they harmed others. Because they enjoyed it. The one you spared? They tortured people for sport. They killed because it made them feel alive. And you—" His voice cracked with contempt. "You spared them without a second thought. Did you even bother to check their record? Did you visit the Sinful Library?"

Blinking, confusion and guilt warring on Vaggie’s face.

Adam’s lips curled into a snarl. "No, of course you didn’t. The truth was inconvenient. Easier to wrap yourself in cotton wool and pretend Hell is full of misunderstood souls. But it isn’t. Sinners are not the victims here, Vaggie. Their survivors in Heaven are."

The room fell silent, the weight of Adam’s words pressing down like a storm cloud. Charlie’s face had gone pale, her eyes wide with the dawning realization. Adam turned to her, his expression softer but no less intense.

"You want to redeem sinners, Charlie?" he asked quietly. "Then stop selling them rainbows and unicorns. Redemption isn’t about singing happy songs and holding hands. It’s about confronting their sins. It’s about making them take responsibility and show genuine remorse. Heaven doesn’t need more sinners parading in front of their victims. You need to find a better way—a new way."

Stroking his chin, Lucifer’s crimson eyes thoughtful. "Perhaps... but there are rules, Adam. The Seven—"

"You're the King of Hell," Adam snapped, cutting him off. "Figure it out. Take your duties seriously for once. Come to a compromise with the Seven. You have seven rings, don’t you? Start using them. Spread the population out. Lust, Gluttony, Wrath—whatever traits a sinner embodies most, send them to the appropriate ring. It’s not rocket science."

Blinking, a flicker of amusement flashing in Lucifer’s eyes despite the tension. "You make it sound so simple."

"Because it is," Adam snarled. "If you weren’t so busy wallowing in your own self-pity, you’d have solved it centuries ago."

He turned back to Vaggie, his expression dark. "And you. You want to act high and mighty? You’d better start reckoning with the truth. The sinner you spared didn’t deserve it. You know what they did. You always could’ve looked it up, but you didn’t. You chose ignorance. You chose comfort."

Vaggie opened her mouth, but no words came. Her face was pale, her eyes darting between Adam and Charlie, who still looked shaken. Lucifer watched silently, a strange expression on his face—something between pride and pain.

Exhaling sharply, Adam ran a hand through his hair. "You’re all so blind. So desperate to believe in the lies you’ve told yourselves. Wake up. None of this is what you think it is."

Everything had been somewhat fine.

Well, Adam didn’t know. He kept to himself, but Vaggie wasn’t so hostile to him. Charlie kept visiting. It was a month or so after the big blow up that afterward, Adam noticed something was off with Lucifer. Adam had noticed first but hadn't gotten involved. He didn't care, he didn't want to know, so he ignored it.

The air in Lucifer’s Garden was thick and heavy, as if the mansion itself exhaled despair into its surroundings. The roses Adam tended to had taken on unnatural hues—violets that oozed ichor, reds that pulsed faintly like beating hearts. His hands, rough and worn from endless work, pressed into the soil with a deliberate slowness as he potted another grotesque bloom. The sharp thorns grazed his skin, leaving tiny pinpricks of blackish blood that Adam ignored.

Charlie stood nearby, shifting her hooves nervously against the cobbled garden path. Her golden eyes darted toward him, then away, her usual radiant optimism dimmed.

“Adam… is… Dad okay?” she asked, her voice trembling with hesitation.

Adam didn’t look up, didn’t stop his meticulous care of the monstrous flowers. He simply shrugged. "How would I know?"

Fidgeting, Charlie’s hands wringing together, the nervous energy spilling out in a flood of words. “He’s… different lately. I mean, he always has these moments, but this feels worse. Before Mum disappeared, it used to happen sometimes. He’d just—vanish. Lock himself away. Not even Mum could find him. He wouldn’t come back for days, weeks even.”

Fingers stilled for a moment, gripping the edge of the pot. Adam’s didn’t respond, but his sharp ears caught every word. Charlie hesitated, her voice softening as she stepped closer.

“I know you don’t care,” she said quietly, watching him carefully. “But… I don’t know who else to ask. Dad pretends he’s invincible, but he’s not. He’s fragile, Adam. More than anyone knows. He doesn’t like to show it, but I see it. I’ve always seen it.”

Her voice broke, and she sniffled, brushing away a tear with the back of her hand. “I’m just… worried.”

Adam exhaled through his nose, finally setting the flowerpot down. He straightened, brushing dirt from his hands. His golden eyes turned to her, unreadable, glowing faintly in the dim light of Hell’s eternal twilight.

“He’s the King of Hell,” Adam said flatly, though his voice carried a flicker of bitterness. “He’ll be fine.”

Charlie shook her head, her blonde hair catching the dim, flickering light of a hellish lantern.

“You don’t get it,” she said, her voice trembling. “He’s not just some invincible king. He’s my dad. He… he’s not as strong as everyone thinks he is.”

Tilting his head slightly, Adam eyed her. There was something in her tone, something raw that tugged at him despite himself. For a moment, memories surfaced—of a different Lucifer, one who had once been his friend, who had laughed with him under starlit skies in Eden, before betrayal carved its mark into Adam’s soul.

He pushed the thought away.

“You’re better off leaving him to it,” Adam muttered, turning back to his flowers. “He’s been doing this a long time, hasn’t he? Sounds like he always comes back.”

Hesitating, Charlie’s hooves scraping against the cobblestones again. “He does…But every time he’s gone, it feels like he comes back... smaller. Like something’s been taken from him.”

Adam froze, his hand hovering over a pot. The words twisted something deep inside him, a feeling he didn’t want to name. He didn’t turn around, didn’t let her see the flicker of doubt crossing his face.

“Let him deal with it,” he said coldly, though his voice felt hollow even to himself. “It’s his mess, not yours.”

Stepping closer, Charlie placed a hand on his shoulder. Her touch was warm, a stark contrast to the chill that seemed to linger in the air despite the hellfire that always raged in the distance.

“Maybe you don’t care,” she said softly, “but I think… you’re the only one who might be able to help him.”

Jaw tightening, Adam frowned. He shrugged off her hand, turning to glare at her. “You think I want to help him? After everything he’s done? After everything he’s taken from me?”

Charlie flinched, her expression faltering. “I just… I just thought—”

“Well, don’t,” Adam snapped, his voice sharper than he intended. He turned away, his hands gripping the edges of the garden table, his knuckles white.

For a long moment, the only sound was the faint crackle of distant hellfire and the mournful rustle of the grotesque flowers swaying in the heatless breeze.

Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, Adam spoke again. “If he’s so fragile… maybe it’s about time he broke.”

Gasping softly, Charlie’s hand flying to her mouth, but Adam didn’t look at her. His gaze was fixed on the horizon, where the mansion loomed like a terrible beast, its shadow stretching out over the garden. The tension in the air was palpable, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

Adam didn’t say another word, but his mind churned with thoughts he couldn’t quiet. Lucifer fragile? The idea was absurd. And yet, the flicker of doubt refused to be snuffed out.

He didn’t want to care. But the memories of betrayal, of friendship, of pain—they refused to let him go. And somewhere in the depths of his heart, something began to stir, dark and unyielding, like a beast awakening from a long slumber.

The mansion was deathly silent in the suffocating way that only Hell could be. Adam lay on the grand four-poster bed, the heavy crimson quilt tossed aside as his body refused to rest. His mind churned like a stormy sea, flashes of Charlie's worried face blending with fragments of his own observations. Lucifer was off—had been for days now.

At first, it had been subtle: Lucifer distancing himself, his words fewer, his steps slower. Then came the strange hollowness in his gaze, the way his movements seemed mechanical, void of the usual flourish and arrogance that defined him. Even Charlie had noticed. Her worried words about his past episodes—disappearing for weeks even before Lilith had left—rattled in Adam's mind like chains dragging across stone.

Adam groaned, shoving himself upright. He ran a hand through his unruly hair, his frustration bubbling into a growl. Sleep was impossible. The weight of it all pressed too heavily on his chest.

"Fucking Hell," he muttered bitterly, swinging his legs off the bed.

The cold floor bit at his bare feet, but he ignored it. With purposeful stomps, he crossed the room and yanked the door open, stepping into the mansion’s shadowed halls.

The walk to Lucifer’s chambers felt longer than usual, the eerie quiet amplifying the sound of Adam’s footsteps. The vast corridors seemed to stretch endlessly, the dim red light from the sconces casting flickering shadows that danced like spectral figures on the walls. The mansion felt alive, its breath a cold, oppressive draft curling around him.

When Adam finally reached the ornate double doors of Lucifer’s chambers, he stopped. His hand hovered above the door; his brow furrowed. For the first time since starting this impulsive trek, hesitation settled in.

He shuffled his feet, gnawing on the inside of his cheek. The bitter anger that had fueled him drained away, replaced with a gnawing emptiness, like the void that had consumed him too many times before. His hand dropped to his side as he sighed heavily, running his fingers through his hair again.

"What the fuck am I even doing?" he muttered under his breath, stepping back and preparing to turn around.

But as he took one step, Charlie’s anxious expression flashed before his eyes, her voice echoing in his mind: “I’m just… worried.”

Adam stopped, his jaw tightening. He rolled his eyes, annoyed more at himself than anything else, and spun back toward the door. Raising a fist, he knocked firmly.

“Lucifer?” he called through gritted teeth, his voice low but sharp. “It’s been almost a whole week. Are you alive in there or what?”

Silence.

Adam’s irritation flared, and he knocked harder this time, his voice rising. “Lucifer, you better answer me! You’ve been hiding away in here like a cockroach, and Charlie’s getting fucking worried about you!”

Still, no sound. No movement. The oppressive quiet deepened, and Adam’s patience snapped.

“Fine! Fuck it!” he growled, shoving the door open.

Lucifer’s chambers were far larger than Adam had imagined. The vaulted ceiling stretched upward into an expanse of darkness, the walls lined with deep crimson and obsidian tapestries that seemed to shimmer faintly, as if alive. Thick, heavy curtains covered the windows, sealing the room in a dense gloom. The air was stale, as if it hadn’t been disturbed in days.

But what truly stopped Adam in his tracks was the rubber ducks.

Thousands of them. Maybe more. They littered the room, covering every surface. They lined shelves, spilled over onto the polished black floors, even perched atop the grand bed’s intricately carved posts. Some were ordinary yellow; others were themed—pirates, wizards, soldiers—but the sheer number of them was overwhelming, bordering on absurd. The effect was both surreal and unnerving, as though Adam had stumbled into a dream gone terribly wrong.

“What the actual fuck…” Adam muttered under his breath, cautiously stepping into the room. He nudged a duck aside with his foot, its cheerful squeak jarring in the oppressive silence.

“Lucifer?” he called, his voice echoing faintly in the vast chamber. “I swear to fucking God, you better answer me if you’re in here!”

No reply. The room remained unnervingly still, the only sound the faint creak of floorboards beneath Adam’s steps. He scanned the chamber, his golden eyes narrowing as he realized there wasn’t even a hint of Lucifer’s presence.

He stopped near the centre of the room, crossing his arms.

“Alright,” he muttered to himself. “So he’s not here. Then where the hell is he?”

His gaze dropped to the rubber duck near his feet. Slowly, he bent down and picked it up, turning it over in his hands. Its plastic surface felt oddly cold, and as he examined it, a faint, almost imperceptible hum vibrated through it. He frowned, unease curling in his gut.

Lucifer wasn’t in his chambers. The one place Adam had assumed he’d be, locked away like the hermit he’d become, was empty.

“Shit,” Adam breathed, straightening.

His fingers tightened around the duck as his mind churned with growing concern. For the first time in days, the gnawing anger that usually consumed him was replaced with something far more unsettling.

He was worried.

“Where the fuck are you, Lucifer?”

Adam stalked through the mansion's endless corridors, frustration mounting with every step. He flung open doors, one after another, peering inside with a growing sense of urgency. Each empty room only deepened his unease. He checked parlors, bedrooms, even the dusty storage rooms no one dared to enter. Still, there was no sign of the fallen angel.

“Lucifer?” he called, his voice echoing through the cavernous halls. His tone was sharp at first, but the sharpness gave way to worry. “This isn’t funny! Where the hell are you?”

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the enormous grandfather clock in the foyer. Adam slumped against the clock’s ornate frame, scowling. His golden eyes traced the delicate carvings of infernal beasts and celestial patterns along its base, memories surfacing unbidden. He remembered Lucifer standing here once, his blackened claws gliding over the intricate designs, his voice light with affection as he reminisced about how Lilith had hated the thing, even attempting to destroy it—twice. Lucifer had spoken of the enchantments he’d placed on it afterward, golden magic shimmering faintly as he explained how it was too precious to him to lose.

Adam sighed, running a hand through his hair. His gaze lingered on the clock’s center, drawn to an oddly shaped panel. Without thinking, he pressed against it. A soft click reverberated through the air, followed by a faint, mechanical hum. He jumped back as a hidden compartment swung open, revealing a shadowed corridor beyond.

“Holy fuck…” he breathed, leaning closer. The passage was narrow, lit by a row of floating candles that bobbed gently as if beckoning him. He crouched and stepped inside, his nerves alight with both caution and curiosity.

The corridor twisted and turned, the air growing warmer the farther he ventured. The oppressive cold of the mansion’s empty halls was replaced with a comforting, almost intoxicating warmth. Finally, the narrow space opened into a vast room—a library, but not like the grand, ostentatious one he knew existed in the mansion’s west wing.

This library was different. Cozy. A crackling fireplace bathed the room in a soft amber glow, the flames casting dancing shadows across two-story shelves that stretched toward the vaulted ceiling. Sliding ladders gleamed with polished brass, and the rich scent of aged paper and leather filled the air. In the center of the room stood a massive round table, a star carved meticulously into its surface. A single, overstuffed crimson chair faced the fire, its velvet upholstery worn in a way that suggested it had been well-loved.

Adam stepped farther in, his eyes sweeping across the space. The warmth here wasn’t Hell’s infernal blaze—it was something gentler, like the kind of heat that made you want to curl up and sleep. He ran a hand over the carved star on the table, pausing as a strange sensation fluttered beneath his fingertips. It felt alive, almost like a heartbeat pulsing faintly under the wood.

“Lucifer? You in here?” he called, his voice softer now. He glanced around, his gaze catching on a faint movement in the shadows near the far shelves. Relief surged through him. “Lucifer?”

The fallen angel finally came into view, his pale figure moving languidly along the shelves. He didn’t acknowledge Adam, didn’t even look his way. He seemed preoccupied, his long fingers brushing over the spines of books before carefully pulling one free and replacing another. His movements were precise, almost mechanical, as if he were acting out a ritual he couldn’t stop.

“Lucifer.” Adam frowned, taking a step closer. “Is this where you’ve been hiding? Seriously?”

Lucifer clicked his tongue softly, still not turning to face him.

“Please leave, Adam,” he said, his voice quiet but firm, each word carrying a note of exhaustion.

“Leave? Are you fucking kidding me?” He crossed his arms, his frustration bubbling over. “You’ve been holed up in here for God knows how long while Charlie’s been worried sick about you! What are you even doing?”

Lucifer’s shoulders tensed, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped back, putting more distance between them as Adam moved closer.

“Please, Adam. Just go,” he murmured, his tone softening, almost tender. “I’m fine. You don’t need to concern yourself with this.”

“Fine? You’re not fine, Lucifer!” Adam snapped, his voice rising. “You haven’t answered any calls, any texts. You’ve locked yourself away like some hermit, and for what? What’s going on with you?”

“I’ll talk to Charlie,” he said, his voice steady but distant. “In a few days. Just… leave me be.”

Adam’s patience shattered. “No! Why the fuck are you being so difficult? Just tell me what’s wrong so I can help you!”

He grabbed Lucifer by the shoulder, shaking him slightly. For the first time, a flash of emotion crossed Lucifer’s face—panic. He twisted sharply, trying to pull free, but the movement unbalanced him. With a startled cry, he stumbled back, his temple striking the sharp edge of the fireplace.

The sound that followed was unnatural. A crack, like shattering porcelain, echoed through the library. Adam froze, his heart leaping into his throat as Lucifer crumpled to the floor, one hand flying to his face. Small, glittering fragments fell from his fingers—white and faintly purple, like shards of delicate china.

“Lucifer?” Adam’s voice was barely above a whisper as he knelt, his golden eyes wide with horror. “What… what the fuck is this?”

Lucifer didn’t answer. His shoulders were hunched, his body trembling as more fragments slipped through his fingers, scattering across the rug. Adam’s gaze darted to the floor, where a single, unblinking eye rested amidst the debris, its fiery hues dimming into lifelessness.

Slowly, hesitantly, Adam reached out, his fingers brushing against Lucifer’s wrist. The fallen angel flinched but didn’t pull away. When Adam gently tugged his hand aside, he sucked in a sharp breath.

A jagged crack ran down Lucifer’s face, splitting the smooth surface like a broken mask. Beneath the porcelain-like surface, an iridescent light pulsed faintly, exposing something neither flesh nor bone.

“Lucifer…” Adam whispered, his voice trembling.

Adam’s breath hitched; his golden eyes fixed on the shattered fragments of porcelain scattered across the plush crimson carpet. They gleamed faintly in the firelight, their edges sharp and unnatural, as though they had been forged from something more fragile and otherworldly than bone or flesh. His gaze darted from the debris to Lucifer’s trembling hands, still cradling the side of his face.

“L-Lucifer?” Adam’s voice wavered, low and unsure as he knelt, his fingers hovering hesitantly near the fallen angel. “What… what the fuck is this?”

Lucifer said nothing, his chest rising and falling in shallow, rapid breaths. He didn’t meet Adam’s eyes; instead, he turned his face further into the shadows, shielding the strange crack from view. The flickering fire cast jagged shadows across his body, making him appear like a broken statue, a relic of something once perfect, now irreparably fractured.

Adam reached out again, his fingertips grazing Lucifer’s wrist. The sensation sent a strange jolt through him—it was cold, far colder than Lucifer had any right to be, as though the heat of Hell itself no longer coursed through his veins.

“Let me see,” Adam whispered, a mixture of demand and plea in his voice.

“No.” Lucifer’s voice was soft, fragile, but it carried a weight that made Adam freeze. “Please, Adam. Just… leave.”

The words only stoked Adam’s frustration. “No fucking way. Not after this,” he snapped, his hand tightening around Lucifer’s wrist.

“You’re not brushing this off, Lucifer. What the hell is going on? Why are you—” He gestured to the fragments on the floor, his voice faltering. “Why are you falling apart?”

Lucifer’s shoulders sagged, his head bowing further. He didn’t answer. Instead, his free hand moved to the cracked area, pressing against it as if trying to hold himself together. The motion was deliberate, slow, almost ritualistic, and it made Adam’s stomach churn.

“I’m fine,” Lucifer murmured, though the tremor in his voice betrayed him. “Please, Adam. Just give me a few days. I’ll—”

He paused, as though searching for the right words. “I’ll put myself back together. You don’t need to concern yourself with this.”

“Put yourself back together?” Adam’s voice rose, his anger barely contained. “What the fuck does that even mean? You’re not a fucking vase, Lucifer! Look at you!”

He shook Lucifer’s arm lightly, enough to jostle him but not hurt him. “Charlie’s beside herself with worry. She’s been calling and texting, and you’ve just been… what? Hiding here, playing Humpty Dumpty? What the hell is wrong with you?”

Lucifer flinched but didn’t respond. For a moment, Adam thought he might finally break the silence and offer some kind of explanation. Instead, Lucifer turned his head slightly, just enough to glance at Adam with his remaining eye—an eye that now seemed duller, clouded, and strangely distant.

“I’ll talk to Charlie,” Lucifer said softly, “In a few days.”

Adam’s patience snapped. “No! Why the fuck are you being so difficult? You’re—this isn’t—what the hell are you, Lucifer?”

Lucifer’s remaining eye met Adam’s gaze. For the first time since Adam had entered the library, his expression shifted—not to one of anger or defiance, but to something far more unsettling.

Resignation.

“I told you to leave,” Lucifer said softly, his voice laced with exhaustion.

Swallowing thickly, Adam’s throat tight as he stared at the jagged cracks spiderwebbing across Lucifer’s face. The flickering firelight cast sinister shadows, highlighting the fractured pieces of what should have been flesh. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t natural. Lucifer, the Morningstar, the unyielding King of Hell, reduced to something so fragile it made Adam’s chest ache.

“Come on,” Adam whispered, his voice trembling as he reached out, clasping Lucifer’s icy hand in his own. The delicate, porcelain-like texture sent a shiver up his spine. He pulled gently, urging the fallen angel to stand. “Let’s get you off the floor.”

Lucifer didn’t resist, allowing Adam to guide him toward the plush red chair near the fireplace. He sank into it without protest, his slight frame seeming to fold in on itself as he settled into the cushions. Adam grimaced. Lucifer looked unnervingly small, his usual aura of power and defiance extinguished.

Adam’s gaze flicked to the scattered shards still littering the carpet. He moved toward them on unsteady legs, kneeling carefully. Picking up a piece, he turned it over in his hand. The shard was smooth and cold, like polished porcelain. A chill crept up his spine as he realized just how real it felt, as though he were handling fragments of fine china rather than pieces of a living being.

Returning to Lucifer’s side, Adam hesitated. The fallen angel refused to meet his gaze, his golden eyes downcast, avoiding the sight of Adam’s obvious concern. Slowly, methodically, Lucifer began to gather the broken fragments from Adam’s hands, pressing them back into place along the cracks of his face. They adhered like puzzle pieces, the edges melting seamlessly into one another, though the faint lines remained.

Adam’s voice broke the uneasy silence. “Your eye… how does—?”

Before he could finish, Lucifer raised a clawed hand, his movements precise yet mechanical. He plucked the dislodged orb from the Adam’s hand and pressed it back into his empty socket. The sight sent a wave of nausea rolling through Adam, but he couldn’t look away. The eye settled with a faint, wet sound, the crimson and gold hues glowing faintly as if alive again.

Adam exhaled shakily, his golden eyes tracing the fractures and joints now more apparent across Lucifer’s face and hands. His lips parted, but the words caught in his throat. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to say it.

Lucifer’s voice broke the silence, soft and almost apologetic. “The cracks won’t always be there.”

He lifted his head slightly, the firelight catching on the faint shimmer of his repaired face. “They’ll disappear when I’m not… like this. When my magic has recharged.”

“Like this?” Adam echoed; his voice low, almost reverent.

He reached out before he could stop himself, his fingers brushing against Lucifer’s jaw, tracing the faint lines of the reassembled cracks. The texture was smooth, cold, yet strangely alive. His touch lingered, softer than he’d intended, and Lucifer didn’t pull away.

“We angels of old…” Lucifer began, his voice quieter now, burdened with an odd mixture of shame and nostalgia.

“We’re not like you, Adam. Not really. Underneath it all, we’re… hollow. Fragile.” He paused, his lips twitching faintly as though the words themselves wounded him. “Easily broken.”

Adam blinked, his mind racing to process the revelation. “Fragile? You’re telling me that… all of you—Michael, Sera, even you—were like this? Like… porcelain dolls?”

Lucifer nodded slowly, raising his hands to reveal the delicate joints Adam had never noticed before. The clawed fingers that once seemed indomitable now bore visible seams, doll-like in their articulation. Adam’s breath hitched as he reached out, cupping one of Lucifer’s hands in his own. His thumbs rubbed gently over the smooth, curved joints, marvelling at the intricate craftsmanship of whatever force had created him.

“I don’t remember you being like this in Eden,” Adam murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He was afraid of breaking the moment, of shattering Lucifer’s fragile openness.

Lucifer let out a low hum, his expression softening slightly under Adam’s touch. “That’s because we don’t allow ourselves to be seen like this. Ever.”

His voice was tinged with melancholy. “We shield ourselves, wrapping this fragile shell in layers of magic, making us appear sturdy, powerful… human. But…”

He hesitated, his gaze flicking to the fire. “Every six months or so, that magic fades. It needs time to recharge, and during that time… we return to what we truly are.”

Adam’s chest tightened. He couldn’t reconcile the being before him—the vulnerable, hollow creature—with the unyielding force of nature he’d always known Lucifer to be. He swallowed hard, his hands trembling slightly as they continued to hold Lucifer’s.

“You hide this from everyone?”

“Not everyone,” Lucifer said softly, his gaze lifting to meet Adam’s for the first time. There was something raw in his eyes, a fragile vulnerability that stole Adam’s breath. “I’m letting you see me like this, aren’t I?”

Adam’s lips parted, but no words came. The weight of Lucifer’s trust settled heavily on him, mingling with a sense of awe and a tinge of fear. The firelight flickered, casting them both in a dim, almost otherworldly glow. The air seemed to hum, heavy with something unspoken.

“Why me?” Adam finally managed to ask, his voice barely audible.

Lucifer’s lips curved into the faintest, saddest smile. “Because I trust you not to break me.”

Adam let out a soft snort, though the sound carried a weight of broken amusement. His golden eyes met Lucifer’s with a mix of guilt and sadness. “Only because I didn’t leave when you told me to. It’s my fault you got hurt.”

Lucifer leaned into Adam’s touch, his sharp features softening as he pressed his cracked face into the warmth of Adam’s palm.

“Well,” Lucifer murmured, a faint, wistful smile tugging at his lips. “I’m glad someone knows. I’ve always had to hide myself when my magic faded, always had to… retreat while it recharged.”

Adam frowned, his thumb absentmindedly brushing over one of the faint seams near Lucifer’s temple.

“Why didn’t you tell Lilith? Or Charlie?” His voice was laced with genuine confusion and a tinge of frustration.

Lucifer’s gaze grew distant, his crimson and gold eye shimmering faintly in the firelight.

“Charlie’s different,” he said after a moment, his tone softer now, more vulnerable. “When she was born, I was so relieved she wasn’t like me… that she didn’t inherit this curse of fragility. She’s sturdy, like her mother. She’ll never know what it’s like to fall apart like this.”

“And Lilith?” Adam pressed, though his voice lacked any edge. He already had an inkling of the answer but needed to hear it from Lucifer.

A bitter chuckle escaped Lucifer’s lips, his smile twisting into something darker.

“Lilith…” he began, his voice tinged with old wounds and regret. “The truth is, I never trusted her with this. She has a temper, as you know, and when she… explodes, it’s unpredictable. It was safer this way.”

His gaze flicked back to Adam, hesitant but sincere. “Who knows what might’ve happened if she knew how fragile I really am? How easily I could be—” He broke off, his jaw tightening.

“Broken,” Adam finished quietly, the word lingering between them like a heavy fog.

Lucifer nodded, his silence an affirmation. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The crackling fire filled the void, its warm light playing across Lucifer’s fractured features and Adam’s sombre expression.

Finally, Adam spoke, his voice low but firm. “You don’t have to hide from me, Lucifer. Not anymore.”

He leaned forward slightly, his hand still cradling the side of Lucifer’s face. “I’m not going anywhere. Even if you tell me to.”

Lucifer’s lips twitched, and for a fleeting moment, his smile was genuine. “I know. That’s what makes you dangerous, Adam. You’re relentless.”

Adam chuckled softly, though his heart ached at the truth behind Lucifer’s words.

 “Someone has to be,” he said, his fingers brushing over the faint cracks once more. “Especially if it means keeping you in one piece.”

Closing his eyes, Lucifer leant further into Adam’s touch, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, allowed himself to feel safe.

Adam’s thumb continued to trace the delicate seams of Lucifer’s face, his movements gentle, almost reverent. The firelight bathed them in a warm, golden glow, the flickering shadows dancing across their features like a quiet witness to this moment of vulnerability.

“You’re staring,” Lucifer murmured, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. Despite his usual sharpness, there was no malice in his tone, only a soft teasing that felt uncharacteristically unguarded.

Adam smirked, his golden eyes glinting. “Hard not to stare when you’ve turned into a literal work of art. Fragile or not, you’re... beautiful like this.”

Lucifer blinked, his expression flickering between disbelief and something far softer. He opened his mouth to retort, to brush off the compliment, but the sincerity in Adam’s gaze silenced him. Instead, he huffed and looked away, though his lips twitched upward in a faint smile.

 “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet,” Adam replied smoothly, his voice dropping into a lower, tender timbre, “here you are, leaning into my hand like it’s the only thing holding you together.”

Gaze snapped back to Adam, sharp and searching, but Lucifer found no mockery there—only warmth and a quiet determination. Slowly, the tension drained from his shoulders.

“Maybe it is,” he admitted softly, the words barely audible over the crackle of the fire.

Adam’s heart squeezed, his smirk giving way to something gentler. He shifted closer, his free hand coming to rest on Lucifer’s knee.

“Then I’ll hold you as long as you need,” he said simply. His voice was steady, grounded, and so painfully genuine that Lucifer’s chest tightened.

Lucifer’s laugh was quiet, almost disbelieving, but it held no bitterness. “You’re too good at this, you know. Making me feel... safe.”

Adam grinned, his golden eyes sparkling with mischief. “Someone has to be, right? Lord knows you don’t make it easy.”

Rolling his eyes, Lucifer didn’t pull away, instead leaning further into Adam’s touch. A comfortable silence settled between them, the fire casting its warmth over the room. For the first time in centuries, Lucifer felt like the cracks in his armour—literal and metaphorical—weren’t something to be hidden but something that could be shared.

After a moment, Adam’s hand slid from Lucifer’s face to his shoulder, pulling him gently forward.

“Come here,” he murmured, his voice soft but insistent.

Lucifer hesitated for only a heartbeat before letting himself be drawn closer. Adam wrapped an arm around him, guiding him to rest against his chest. The embrace was firm yet careful, as if Adam were afraid to apply too much pressure. Lucifer sighed, his head resting just beneath Adam’s chin, the steady rise and fall of Adam’s breathing grounding him.

“You’re warm,” Lucifer murmured, his voice muffled against Adam’s shirt.

Adam chuckled, his hand moving in slow, soothing circles over Lucifer’s back. “Perks of being human, I guess. Though I didn’t think Hell’s King would need extra warmth.”

Huffing a laugh, Lucifer’s breath ghosting against Adam’s collarbone. “Even kings get cold, apparently.”

Adam pressed a soft kiss to the top of Lucifer’s head, the gesture so gentle it made Lucifer’s breath hitch.

“Not while I’m here,” Adam whispered, his voice barely audible.

Closing his eyes, Lucifer felt the weight of his exhaustion melting away in the safety of Adam’s arms. For the first time in ages, he allowed himself to feel small, to feel cared for. And as the fire crackled softly beside them, the king of Hell and the stubborn human shared a moment of peace that neither of them had thought possible.

Pulling away from Lucifer with a gentle hesitation, Adam’s fingers brushing the side of Lucifer’s face one last time before he slowly stood. The warmth of their shared embrace was fading too quickly, and the coldness Lucifer exuded in his fragile state seeped into Adam’s skin like a chilling reminder of how vulnerable the fallen angel truly was.

Lucifer’s hands, though weak, still clung to Adam’s shirt as if afraid the moment would slip away entirely. His grip tightened in a silent plea, a stark contrast to the normally unyielding strength he was known for. He was smaller now, more fragile, and Adam could see it, feel it—a haunting emptiness radiating off him like a cold void.

"Adam…" Lucifer’s voice trembled, just barely above a whisper, and Adam’s chest tightened in response.

It reminded him of their time in Eden, back when it had just been the two of them, before everything had shattered. Back then, Lucifer had always clung to him, seeking warmth, comfort, and closeness—like a child afraid of the dark. It was this same clingy need now that made Adam’s heart flutter in an unfamiliar way. A sense of warmth stirred in him, despite the cold that clung to Lucifer’s skin.

“I’ll be right back,” Adam promised softly, bending down to kiss the top of Lucifer’s head. But when he moved to pull away, Lucifer’s hands stayed firmly locked around his wrist.

“Don’t go…” Lucifer’s voice cracked, a hint of desperation lacing the words.

His eyes, usually fierce and commanding, were now wide and vulnerable, a rare sight that made Adam’s chest ache. It was as if Lucifer feared that if he let go, Adam would vanish like smoke.

Adam’s heart broke at the sight of him, so fragile and small in that plush red chair, the weight of his years and his status as the king of Hell suddenly irrelevant. All that remained was a being made of delicate porcelain and unspoken fear. His own hands gently squeezed Lucifer’s, grounding him, assuring him without words.

“I’m just going to grab blankets, and maybe some pillows,” Adam murmured, his voice low and soothing. “We can’t stay like this. You can’t keep holding yourself up every time your magic fades, Lucifer.”

Lucifer’s eyes glistened, looking so small in that vast room of towering shelves. He shook his head slightly, as if the thought of Adam leaving again was more than he could bear. His arms, thin and fragile now, curled instinctively around Adam’s wrist, holding on as though Adam might disappear if he let go.

“I just deal with it,” Lucifer replied quietly, his voice hollow, like a secret he didn’t want to share. “It’s easier to pretend the cold isn’t there when I don’t think about it.”

His words trailed off as he shifted closer, seeking the warmth Adam had offered him, trying to pull as much heat as he could from the human who, despite all his power, was able to provide the one thing Lucifer could never seem to get: comfort.

Swallowing, Adam’s own heart aching as he rubbed the back of Lucifer’s cold hand. The cold was seeping deeper into his bones now, and he could feel it—like a physical weight in the air.

“Are you always this cold?” he asked, his voice tight.

“When our magic fades, yes. All angels are like this. We’re hollow, like—like empty vessels without our magic to fill us.” Lucifer nodded faintly, a soft tremor running through him. He paused, and Adam could see how Lucifer’s shoulders sagged, how his whole body seemed to sink deeper into the plush chair, as if his soul were too tired to hold itself up.

“Think of it like a flame inside your chest,” he said, his voice softer now, more fragile than Adam had ever heard it. “When our magic is full, it’s bright, and warm… it burns strong enough to fill us, to give us warmth. But when it’s… spent…”

He trailed off, and Adam could see the vulnerability in his eyes as he burrowed closer, instinctively seeking the heat that Adam provided.

Adam finished the thought for him, his words barely above a whisper. “Your flame is tiny, making you cold.”

He gently caressed the back of Lucifer’s neck, feeling the delicate, trembling pulse beneath his fingertips. The crackling fire nearby seemed so far away compared to the biting cold Lucifer exhaled, and Adam couldn’t bear it.

Nodding faintly, Lucifer’s breath shallow. “That’s right. I built this room with everything I thought I would need to fill the emptiness. But it doesn’t make it go away. It’s easier to ignore the cold… until you touch me, and then I realize just how empty I really am.”

Adam’s throat tightened. He wanted to say something comforting, but the weight of Lucifer’s words left him speechless. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Lucifer, pulling him in even closer, gently squeezing his hands in an attempt to warm him, to reassure him. “I’ll be back. I promise, I’ll get you some blankets, some pillows… We’ll make it better.”

Lucifer’s grip on him tightened again, as if afraid Adam would slip away before he could return. “Don’t go… please.”

His voice cracked, small and pleading, and for a moment, it seemed like Lucifer was no longer the mighty fallen angel, but just a lost soul desperately clinging to something warm.

Sighing softly, feeling a blush creep up his neck as Adam’s heart twisted in his chest.

“I won’t be long, I swear,” he murmured, rubbing Lucifer’s arms soothingly, trying to calm him. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

Gaze lingering on Adam for a long moment, eyes searching Adam’s face as if to gauge the sincerity of his words. A tense minute passed, and Adam almost thought Lucifer would refuse to let go. But finally, Lucifer’s shoulders slumped, and he gave a tiny, defeated nod. He let go of Adam’s wrist reluctantly, his gaze falling to the floor as if the very act of releasing him made him shrink into something smaller.

The coldness of Lucifer’s body almost instantly, like a void that began to creep over him as soon as the warmth of his touch was gone. But he couldn’t stay. Not while Lucifer was so vulnerable, so fragile.

“I’ll be back,” Adam repeated, his voice firm, reassuring.

Lucifer only nodded, his expression still muted, and whispered, “Okay.”

It was almost as if he didn’t entirely believe Adam’s promise, but he didn’t have the strength to argue.

“I’m not abandoning you, Lucifer. I’m not,” Adam said suddenly, as if the words had to be spoken aloud for both to believe them. He gave Lucifer one last, lingering look, and then, with a heavy heart, stood and turned to leave.

Lucifer’s tiny “okay” echoed softly behind him, but it was not the reassurance Adam had hoped for. Still, Adam pushed forward, determined to return quickly, to make this right.

Adam’s heart raced as he hurried through the vast mansion, gathering everything he could think of. His legs burned from the quick pace, but he barely noticed. All that occupied his mind was Lucifer—fragile, weak, and impossibly small in a way Adam had never seen before. It was surreal, the fallen angel once so powerful, so unbreakable, reduced to a state of delicate fragility. Adam still half-expected Lucifer to laugh, to reveal that it was all a prank, some elaborate trick. But there was no laughter. Only the soft, chilling silence that weighed heavily on Adam’s chest.

He dashed from room to room, grabbing blankets, quilts, and pillows—anything to make Lucifer more comfortable. He stuffed everything into his arms as he rushed back to the grandfather clock, throwing it all into the small opening. Then, without a moment’s hesitation, he darted back to the kitchen, gathering random packets of food and bottled water, unsure of what would be needed, but not wanting to leave any doubt.

He couldn’t shake the image of Lucifer from his mind—the way he looked like a delicate porcelain doll, his once-unbreakable frame now softened by the absence of his magic. The thought lingered, heavy and unsettling. How had Lucifer even coped with this before? The feeling of emptiness must’ve been suffocating. And Adam couldn’t help but feel responsible, as if he should’ve been here sooner.

It took him three trips back and forth before he had everything he needed. His arms were full, his heart racing, but all Adam wanted was to get back to Lucifer. The thought of leaving him alone in his fragile state was unbearable.

As he reached the library, he paused by the door, eyes flickering over to the plush red chair where he’d left Lucifer. The fallen angel hadn’t moved an inch. His shoulders were still sagging, his head bent forward as if too heavy for his fragile neck to hold. One hand rested limply on his lap, the other holding his cracked face, as if trying to keep the broken pieces from falling. Lucifer looked even smaller than before, more vulnerable.

Adam’s chest tightened. How had things changed so quickly?

He approached the fallen angel slowly, crouching down in front of him.

“Lucifer…” he called softly, his voice breaking the heavy silence. “I’m back.” But before he could say anything more, Lucifer suddenly slid forward, throwing his arms around Adam’s shoulders in an unexpected embrace.

Freezing for a moment, wide-eyed, Adam flushed.  He awkwardly wrapped his arms around Lucifer in return.

“You came back,” Lucifer whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You really came back.”

Adam blinked, surprised at the weight of those words.

 “I— I promised,” he stammered, his heart hammering in his chest. “I don’t break my promises.”

Squeezing him weakly, and Adam could feel the coldness of his body beginning to seep through his clothes. But the coldness didn’t matter. The fact that Lucifer trusted him enough to hold on like this, to seek comfort from him, was all that mattered. They stayed like that for a few minutes, just holding each other, until Lucifer finally pulled back, his delicate fingers trailing along Adam’s shirt.

“You’ve been busy,” Lucifer said softly, a faint, tender smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he looked at the massive pile of blankets, pillows, and quilts behind Adam.

Flushing, Adam glanced back at the pile, a sheepish grin crossing his face.

“I thought… we could make a fort,” he murmured, his voice quiet with an odd sense of nostalgia. “Like we did in Eden. Do you remember? We made one out of grass and flowers… and leaves.”

Eyes brightened at the memory, Lucifer’s smile growing as he looked at Adam with such warmth.

 “Of course I remember,” he whispered, his voice soft and full of affection. “How could I forget that?”

Adam’s heart swelled at the sight of that smile. It was just like before, when they’d spent days in Eden together, isolated from the rest of the world, building simple forts and laughing at the silliest of things. He felt a warmth spread through him, despite the coldness that clung to Lucifer’s fragile form.

Shifting slightly, Adam bit his lip nervously. “I also got this.”

He pulled out the roll of bandages from his pocket, his fingers trembling slightly as he unfurled it. “I’m going to wrap the side of your head, so you don’t have to keep holding it to make sure the pieces don’t fall out again, okay?”

Lucifer didn’t protest. Instead, he gave a small, wordless nod, sitting still as Adam moved closer, his breath catching in his throat at the proximity. Adam could feel his heart race as he leaned forward, his fingers brushing against the cool skin of Lucifer’s face as he carefully wrapped the bandage around his cracked features. He made sure to secure it tightly but gently, covering the broken pieces to keep them from slipping out. The touch felt intimate, almost tender, and Adam’s cheeks flushed as he focused on the task at hand.

“Thank you,” Lucifer murmured, his voice barely a whisper, but the sincerity in it made Adam’s heart flutter. Lucifer’s cold fingers brushed along Adam’s cheek, sending a shiver down his spine. He didn’t pull away, even as his touch lingered.

Adam’s breath caught. He quickly shifted back a little, feeling the heat rise in his face.

“Um…” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Let’s— let’s build the blanket fort. Can you move?”

Humming softly, Lucifer’s hands still shaking slightly as he tried to stand. “I can move… I’m just slower than usual. My flame isn’t as strong, not like it used to be,” he said, his voice tinged with quiet resignation.

Adam didn’t let Lucifer struggle. He gently helped him to his feet and led him toward the pile of blankets, spreading them out carefully on the floor near the fireplace. They worked together, both taking turns to arrange the pillows and quilts, making sure there was enough space for both of them to lay down comfortably. As they finished, Adam helped Lucifer ease down onto the pillows, the warmth of the fire crackling softly in the background.

Immediately, Lucifer shifted closer to Adam, snuggling into the blankets with a contented hum, pressing himself against Adam’s side. His skin was still ice-cold, but Adam didn’t mind. He wrapped his arm around Lucifer’s waist, pulling him closer as they settled together.

"I'm sorry... am I bothering you?" Lucifer whispered, his voice quiet and hesitant.

Shifting beneath the covers, the heat of Lucifer’s body now pressing fully against him. Adam glanced down at Lucifer, who had moved off his own pillow and was now sharing Adam's. His heart thudded in his chest. This felt like Eden again.

“No,” Adam murmured, a little unsure of himself.

“I mean, it’s fine,” he added quickly, his voice tinged with a softness he couldn’t hide. “I like having you close.”

Lucifer made a small sound, almost like a hum of relief.

“Sorry,” he murmured again, his fingers brushing against Adam’s arm. “I wouldn’t invade your personal space like this if I wasn’t so cold.”

Adam chuckled softly, his heart warming at the sound of Lucifer’s voice. “It’s alright. I don’t mind.”

He squeezed him gently, his voice tender. “You can stay as close as you want. I’m not going anywhere.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, Lucifer’s fragile, broken body relaxed against him, seeking the warmth Adam offered, letting go of the cold that had plagued him for so long. In that moment, it was just them—together in the quiet, cocooned in warmth and the softness of a simple moment that felt like home.

Adam lay on his side, his body half-sunk into the soft pillows beneath him. The fort they’d built was a warm cocoon, with layers of quilts draped around them, soft and protective. The fireplace in front of them danced with flames of pink and blue, their light casting a dreamy glow over the makeshift haven. It wasn’t quite like Eden, but it carried the same essence—a simplicity, a familiarity that tugged at Adam’s chest.

Lucifer was pressed against him, their bodies practically merging. The fallen angel’s arms were wrapped around Adam’s middle, his grip firm as if he feared Adam might slip away at any moment. Lucifer’s face was buried against Adam’s chest, and his cold breath made Adam’s skin prickle. But Adam didn’t mind; the chill was nothing compared to the warmth of having Lucifer close like this, after so long.

Adam’s head tilted back slightly, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames. He felt Lucifer’s fingers clutching the back of his shirt, the tension in them palpable, even in such a tranquil moment. A soft sigh escaped Lucifer, his face nestled deeper against Adam’s chest as if the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing was the only comfort he could trust.

"I'm sorry," Lucifer whispered, his voice so quiet it was almost lost to the crackle of the fire.

Adam tensed, his eyes snapping down to the top of Lucifer's pale head.

“What?” he asked softly, his voice filled with surprise.

Lucifer shifted slightly, tilting his head up to meet Adam’s gaze. His face, framed by the crude bandages Adam had wrapped around him earlier, was heartbreakingly delicate. Cracks peeked out from the edges of the fabric, like fragile glass barely held together. His glowing eyes shimmered with regret.

"I'm so sorry, Adam," he repeated, his voice trembling. "I was such a terrible friend. I messed everything up, and I hurt you. I taught you what pain was. That’s on me. I’m so sorry.”

Adam blinked, caught off guard by the sudden confession. For a moment, he was at a loss for words. His fingers instinctively tightened against Lucifer’s back.

 “Lucifer…” he began awkwardly, his voice faltering. “You don’t… We don’t have to talk about this. Not now.”

But Lucifer shook his head, his hair brushing against Adam’s chest.

“No,” he said, his voice firmer this time. “I want to say it. You don’t have to forgive me, and you don’t even have to accept my apology. But I need to say it. I need you to know I’m sorry. I wish I could go back and redo everything. But I can’t. I must live with what I’ve done. And it kills me inside every time I think about it.”

Adam’s throat tightened, his heart squeezing painfully at Lucifer’s words. He swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a murmur.

“Lucifer, it’s… not okay. It’s not okay, and I don’t think it will ever be okay. I…” He paused, struggling to find the right words. “Why did you believe her? Why did you believe Lilith? Why didn’t you listen to me?”

Lucifer’s eyes widened slightly, his expression crumbling with guilt as Adam’s words spilled out.

“We were…” Adam faltered, his voice thick with emotion. “We were us for so long, Lucifer. It was just you and me for… for ages. You should’ve known me better than anyone. You did know me better than anyone. You were my best friend. My guardian. My archangel. You should’ve known I would never have done what she said. I shouldn’t have even had to explain myself. You should’ve known.”

Adam’s voice cracked, and he quickly bit his lip, trying to keep his emotions in check. Lucifer’s gaze dropped to Adam’s chest, where his cheek rested. He didn’t pull away. If anything, he clung tighter, his fingers trembling as they dug into Adam’s shirt.

“I know,” Lucifer whispered, his voice breaking. “You’re right. I should’ve known. I did know. We spent so much time together—Eden was ours. It was just you and me, for hours and days and weeks. You’re right, Adam. I knew you like the back of my hand. I should’ve known it was all lies the moment she said them.”

Lucifer’s voice cracked again, and he buried his face deeper into Adam’s chest, as if trying to hide from the shame that weighed heavily on him.

“I can’t explain myself,” he murmured, his words muffled. “I’m so ashamed. I acted without thinking. I let my emotions control me, and I hurt you. I was wrong. So wrong. And I’m sorry.”

“And I am so angry with myself,” Lucifer hissed. “I hate myself, Adam. I’m so disgusted. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror anymore. I hurt you so much that you gave up. You gave up on life itself, you want to die because of me. I…fuck. I can’t even apologize enough.”

Adam lay still, his mind racing. He wanted to be angry. Part of him still was. But another part of him—the part that remembered the carefree days of Eden, the laughter, the trust—ached at the brokenness in Lucifer’s voice. He exhaled softly, his hand hesitating before it rested gently against the back of Lucifer’s head.

“I won’t say it’s okay,” Adam murmured, his voice soft but firm. “Because it’s not. But… I think I can understand. A little.”

Lucifer looked up at him, his gaze hopeful yet uncertain, his hands still clutching Adam’s shirt. “You… do?”

Adam sighed, brushing a stray lock of hair away from Lucifer’s face. “You’re… not perfect. None of us are. You made a mistake—a big one. But you’re here now, and… I can see you’re trying. That matters. It doesn’t erase what happened, but… it matters.”

Lucifer’s expression softened, his lips trembling slightly. He nodded, his arms wrapping around Adam’s waist once more, holding him tightly.

For a while, neither of them spoke. They just lay there, wrapped in the warmth of the blankets and each other’s presence, the soft glow of the fire flickering over their faces. Slowly, the tension began to ease, replaced by a quiet, tentative peace. Adam’s heart ached, but it also swelled with a strange, bittersweet comfort.

Pressing closer, Lucifer’s breath cool against Adam’s neck.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “For staying. For giving me a chance.”

Tightening his arm around Adam, his lips quirking into a faint, rueful smile.

“I think we both needed this,” he admitted. “To stop running from it. To just… be here.”

Humming softly, Lucifer’s grip relaxing slightly as he nestled against Adam’s chest.

“Here is perfect,” he murmured. “Here, with you.”

Gazing at the flames, Adam’s hand idly brushing through Lucifer’s hair. For the first time in what felt like centuries, a tiny flicker of hope sparked in his chest. It wasn’t Eden. But it was something close. And for now, that was enough.

The morning light filtered through the quilted layers of their makeshift fort, casting a soft glow over Adam and Lucifer. The faint warmth of the fire lingered in the air, mingling with the comfort of shared proximity. Adam carefully unwound the bandages from Lucifer’s face, his fingers gentle, as though the cracks might return if he wasn’t cautious. But as the last strip fell away, his breath hitched at the sight of Lucifer’s flawless skin. Not a single mark or imperfection remained.

Exhaling deeply, relief washing over Adam. “Thank God,” he muttered, running his fingertips over Lucifer’s smooth cheek.

Lucifer’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “I told you the cracks would disappear,” he teased, leaning subtly into Adam’s touch.

Adam snorted, the tension easing from his shoulders. “Yeah, well, I was… worried, okay?”

Grinning wider, Lucifer’s entire face lighting up at Adam’s admission.

“Aw, you do care about me,” he teased, his voice lilting with playful affection.

Rolling his eyes and promptly poked Lucifer’s forehead, earning a soft chuckle from the fallen angel.

“No, I don’t,” Adam protested, though the faint smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.

Lucifer, not to be deterred, hooked his arms around Adam’s waist and pulled him closer, their legs entangled in the nest of blankets.

“Yes, you do~” he sing-songed, the playful lilt of his voice making Adam huff, his cheeks tinged with the faintest blush.

Still shaking his head but unable to suppress his grin, Adam reached into his pocket and fished out the small rubber duck he’d retrieved the night before.

 “I also grabbed this,” he said, holding it up between them. “Don’t ask me why. When I went looking for you in that weird little chamber of yours, I found… so many of these. What’s up with all the ducks?”

Lucifer’s teasing expression softened into something tender as he gently took the rubber duck from Adam’s hand, cradling it as if it were a precious relic. He turned it over in his hands, his touch almost reverent.

“Ducks…” he murmured, a wistful smile forming on his lips. “I love them.”

Tilting his head, intrigued by the sudden shift in Lucifer’s demeanour.

“You love ducks?” Adam echoed, his curiosity piqued.

Lucifer nodded, his gaze distant as if he were peering back through time.

“Back in Eden, I made real ducks. They were… the only thing Michael approved of. Everything else I created was too dangerous for the humans. For…” He glanced at Adam, his voice softening. “For you.”

“Oh,” he said, caught off guard. Adam’s brows lifted in surprise. “I didn’t know that.”

Letting out a soft hum of amusement, Lucifer continued to toy with the rubber duck between his fingers. “Of course, you wouldn’t have. I never told you.”

His expression grew warmer, a flicker of fondness shining through. “You wouldn’t remember this, but one day, I snuck a duck into Eden when Michael wasn’t looking. And then I saw you… cuddling it.”

Adam blinked, his lips parting in shock. “Wait, me? I cuddled a duck?”

Lucifer laughed, the sound low and sweet, like a melody that Adam hadn’t heard in what felt like eons. “You did. You held it close and fell asleep with it in your arms. Michael saw and, for once, didn’t scold me. He said… ducks could stay.”

Eyes widening, Adam’s mind racing as he tried to recall the memory, but it eluded him. “I… wow. I had no idea.”

Gaze softening further, Lucifer’s fingers tracing the edges of the small rubber duck as though it held all the memories he cherished. “Of course not. Why would you? That was my joy to keep.”

Adam stared at Lucifer, captivated by the vulnerability in his expression. He’d never seen Lucifer look like this—so tender, so open. It was disarming in the best way. “And the rubber ducks?” he prompted gently, his voice quieter now.

Blinking, Lucifer’s reverie momentarily broken as he looked up at Adam. “Oh. After I fell… I lost the determination to create much of anything. I mean…”

He glanced down, his voice taking on a bittersweet tone. “Like you said last night, I made sure Lilith and I were comfortable in hell. I built everything we needed to survive. But… I couldn’t create anything that brought me joy. Nothing felt worth it.”

Adam felt his chest tighten, an ache blooming there as he listened.

“Except for ducks,” Lucifer continued, his tone softening with something like shy amusement. “I don’t know why, but I could still make them. Little rubber ducks. I found… solace in that. They reminded me of Eden. Of you.”

Adam’s breath caught in his throat. He swallowed thickly, his voice quiet but full of meaning. “They reminded you of… me?”

Lucifer’s lips quirked into a faint, wistful smile. “Of course. I loved seeing you happy, Adam. Even if it was just… cuddling a silly little duck. It’s a memory I’ve held onto. Something I could keep close, even when everything else was…” He trailed off, his voice trembling slightly.

Reaching out, Adam placed his hand over Lucifer’s, covering the small rubber duck between their palms. “You… still have that, Lucifer. You still have me.”

Eye’s widening slightly, shimmering with a mix of surprise and hope. For a moment, Lucifer said nothing, simply gazing at Adam as if searching for any sign of insincerity. Finding none, he squeezed Adam’s hand gently, his smile returning—this time brighter, softer, filled with gratitude.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice almost inaudible.

Adam smiled back, his heart warming as he leaned closer. “For what?”

“For still being here. For staying.” Lucifer’s gaze held his, steady and unwavering. “For not giving up on me.”

CW: body horror

At least I think its body horror? I'm bad at gauging those things.

BJD Luci yet again. A little accident happened. Don't worry, he'll probably (?) be fine. At least he didn't lose his eyeball, it's just rolling around in there

[crymeariveronceagain]

[obsessivevoidkitten]

The Invasion

Cat Man Alien Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader

CW: Painful noncon, reader gets smacked, biting, collaring, owner/pet, pet reader, reader tied up, reader is an idiot, alien invasion, shapeshifting, general yandere behavior

Word Count: 1.2k

(Popped into my head, finished at 2-3am this morning, hope you all like it. Please leave comments and consider tipping to support the senior's bake sale, I love you all <3)

Twiggy was a rescue. He had been brought into the animal shelter you worked at and was pretty injured. Once he was nursed back to health, you immediately adopted him.

He was a bit standoffish, even by cat standards, but he slowly seemed to tolerate you. Then, almost actually like you. It's like he would enjoy affection and then catch himself and hiss before running off.

Even though you made sure never to let him outside, he always seemed to get out anyway, mostly in the dead of night. 

In an effort to discover just how he was escaping, you set up cameras. But they always ended up knocked down or broken before catching anything. Then you put a cat cam on him, but every night, he would fling it off after you went to sleep.

You had enough. It was getting creepy. You decided you would follow him. He never tried to leave while you were awake, though, so you had to pretend to sleep. 

The sound of the door could very faintly be heard closing, so you got up silently and slunk into the living room.

Astonished, you looked at the door. It had been unlocked, and Twiggy was missing. He had somehow figured out how to open doors. It wasn't entirely unheard of for a cat to manage a door handle, but the lock?

You quietly left the building and saw Twiggy moving with purpose down the road.

After a while, you thought yourself stupid. He was just going to do random cat stuff. Why were you following him? He probably just smelled something that gripped his attention.

But as he kept going through various alleys and back roads, a few other cats joined him without any reaction from him. They proceeded in orderly and determined fashion right into the old abandoned factory. 

You followed and had to hold back a gasp at what you saw. Down in the basement level was Twiggy standing on a pile of scrap with dozens of other cats gathering below him.

It was some sort of cat cult. 

But if you thought that was shocking, you hadn't seen anything yet. Suddenly, Twiggy effortlessly shifted into a nude man with curly brown hair, a tail, and cat ears on his head.

After he transformed, all the others did the same. The room was filled with naked men and women with tails and cat ears. This was getting too weird. The best course of action now was to make a silent retreat.

As you began to back away, Twiggy pointed in your direction and stated something you were too far to really hear.

In a flash, the cat people were upon you, dragging you over to Twiggy and forcing you to kneel before him before they tied you up and gagged you so you couldn't speak. 

He addressed the others without sparing a glance at you. 

"I infiltrated this human's place of employment and then their home." 

He stroked your hair in a manner similar to the way you would pet him in his cat form. 

"I have learned that we can use their workplace as a front and get adopted as their pets. We will use this method to infiltrate every home before taking over and turning humans into OUR pets!"

Twiggy turned to an androgynous looking cat person.

"River, I need you to take the form of this human and work at the shelter as we discussed at the last meeting. Come over tomorrow to my human's house, and I'll give you the schedule."

River nodded in affirmation.

After that, the meeting came to an end, and Twiggy dismissed the others. He pulled the gag off of you and allowed you to speak.

"Twiggy, w-what's go-"

The cat man smacked you harshly. It left an echo resounding through the large empty room. 

"That's a gross pet name. My real name is Declan."

You whimpered and then flinched when he pet the spot he had smacked gingerly. 

"Sorry, I shouldn't have hurt you, you didn't know… You probably have lots of questions."

Of course, you had questions. And Twig- Declan… answered every one of them patiently. 

He explained that the cat people were aliens who just happened to have a form that looked like a common earth house pet. They could also look like any human they wanted, though they had to hide their feline features. He was the leader. And now that you were aware of everything, you got to be the first pet. His personal one. He promised to treat you well.

After the Q&A, he put on some clothes he had and took you back to what was no longer your house. He put your gag back in so you couldn't scream on the way.

True to his word, he treated you like a precious pampered pet, since you had helped heal him and took such good care of him. He even gave you a jeweled collar for you to wear as proof he owned and cared for you.

Though he had started to care about you in ways that he probably shouldn't have.

But after a while, he couldn't help it anymore. One night when your head was laying on his lap while the two of you watched a show he liked, something he forced you to do as he stroked your arm and side, his cock stirred under your head, and he had to give in.

He stripped you of all your clothes; you struggled and protested, but his strong, lean body easily overpowered your own.

He pulled off your collar and bit your neck hard to get you to submit as he mounted you, before shoving his cock in you deeply all at once with no preparation. 

The cat man fucked into you ferally, going off pure instinct, pushing your head into the couch cushion so no one could hear your screams.

You were sure you were going to die, that you were going to be split apart by his girthy cock, that the last things you would hear were your muffled screams, the sound of his nuts slamming into you, and his animalistic growls.

Declan's cock pistoned in and out roughly as tears streamed down your face. You felt a sense of shame as he forced you to orgasm despite the cruelty of the way he was violating you.

It wasn't enough that he took your house, job, and way of life and eventually would take your planet, but now he was claiming your insides with his throbbing cock as well.

He came in you roughly and finally seemed to gradually come back to his senses. He licked away your tears and the blood and cum that were mingled and leaking from your hole.

"I'm so sorry, I just couldn't help myself! I'll be more gentle and use lube next time, okay?"

The cat man comforted you as best he could, bathing you as you sobbed. He sincerely regretted hurting you, but he couldn't deny his instincts and really needed some release. Going forward, he decided you would be his mate as well as his pet, so he didn't go wild with pent-up emotions again. 

[azrielbrainrot]

The First Light of Dawn

Pairing: Azriel x F!Reader

Kinktober 2024: Somnophilia

Description: The bond threatens to drive both you and Azriel insane.

Warnings: Smut, somnophilia, fingering, oral sex, dub con (except it's not because they totally discussed this before)

Word Count: ~1,6k

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Notes: I feel obligated to say that you should only try something like this with someone who you trust and with prior consent and that you can take it back anytime. Hope you enjoy!

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

There wasn't much Azriel loved more than flying over Velaris after a long mission, feeling the breeze hit his face and his sore muscles as he watched the city shining below, always reminding himself why he works so hard to protect it. Today's mission had been a mostly routine affair, one he didn't even have to leave his shadows for, but he still felt particularly exhausted after it.

His brothers had warned him multiple times that the bond could be hard to deal with at times, especially when it was as fresh as yours, but he always thought they were exaggerating, - your bond had brought him nothing but happiness after all. The Mother proved him wrong today though. Azriel was gone for barely a full day and while he was supposed to be focusing on his target all he could think about was how much he missed you. He could almost hear the bond in his chest screaming at him to go and find you, to hold you in his arms and never let go.

Even now it was trying to guide his body in the direction of your house on the other side of the river, making him have to almost fight with himself to keep flying to the townhouse. The sun wasn't even close to rising and you had worked all day as well, he wouldn't disturb your sleep just because the bond was so annoyingly irrational. Azriel contemplates waking Rhys or Cassian up so they could spar with him and help him release some of the tension clinging to his body, but that would be proving them right, something he was unwilling to do no matter the cost.

At last, he lands on his balcony with a soft thud, a sigh escaping him at the familiar sight, sending his shadows scattering around the room so they could relax as well. The bond had been so loud all day, that he thought he was imagining smelling your scent in the air, already setting his weapons down on their respective spots in his dresser when his body locked up as he heard soft breathing behind him.

Turning around slowly, Azriel couldn't even believe his eyes when he saw you sleeping soundly under the covers. His shadows climbed up his body immediately, giddily letting him know that not only was he not dreaming, but his pretty little mate had also been missing him all day, crawling up into his bed so she'd be surrounded by his scent.

His tired body awakens at the sight, walking closer to the bed slowly so he didn't wake you up, unable to keep away. A smile breaks out on his lips when he reaches you, pushing some of the hair out of your face so he could place a soft kiss on your forehead, scarred thumb caressing your cheek softly. Gods, you were so perfect.

Just when he thought the bond would finally calm down, it starts spreading a different kind of heat over his body, your scent assaulting all of his senses the longer he breathes it in. His hand trails down to your neck, pushing the covers down a bit as he goes, a whimper almost escaping him when he finds you were wearing one of his shirts, and nothing else from the looks of it.

His body moves before he even realizes what he was doing, pushing the covers off your body completely, exposing you to his hungry gsze, hazel eyes tracing every bit of exposed skin, taking note of how his shirt although too big on you, had ridden up enough to let him know you were truly only wearing it and nothing else.

With the bond purring inside him and his shadows whispering just how much you've missed him, Azriel turns your body over carefully, laying you on your back as he sits on the bed beside you, hands caressing your legs softly. You sigh in your sleep when his hands spread your thighs apart, but show no sign of waking up. Your scent, deepened with arousal hits his nose in full force, a groan echoing around the room. It seems you really did miss him.

Azriel wastes no time in lifting the shirt up to your neck, making a sound in the back of his throat as your entrancing body is revealed to his eyes, biting down on his lip as your nipples started hardening under his gaze. He leans down to drop a kiss between your breasts, closing his eyes and breathing you in, feeling your heart beating under his lips for a moment. Gods, what was he doing? His body shows him the answer right away as he starts trailing wet kisses down your torso, biting and then soothing the skin with his tongue as he goes, a primal hunger rising within him.

He sits up suddenly when he reaches your navel, letting out a growl as he sheds any remaining piece of restraint that threatened to stop him. Your chest was rising and falling faster now, mouth agape as puffs of air escaped past your delicious lips. He knew he'd find you soaked even before his fingers met your cunt, easily sliding one and then two inside you carefully.

Azriel watches his fingers almost like he was in a trance, almost purring at the noises they made as he moved them in and out of you, your wetness dripping down his palm. Your body knew his touch well, whether you were awake or sleeping, sucking in his fingers greedily, almost begging him to keep going and take what was his.

A wicked idea comes to his mind, taking his fingers out and adjusting your body carefully so he could lay down between your legs, throwing your legs over his shoulders and lining his face up with your dripping cunt. He wanted to see how long it'd take you to wake up, if he could make you cum before you did.

Hands holding onto your waist, Azriel licks a broad stripe up your cunt before diving right in, moaning against you as your taste overwrites all of his senses. He almost forgets himself and the situation, getting lost in your taste, your scent and the feeling of your soft skin under his hands. Azriel grabbed at your thighs, massaging the flesh with his hands, moving back and forth up to your chest, playing with your nipples as best as he could given the angle. His hips start grinding down onto the mattress, his cock throbbing under his leathers as he feasts on you. He couldn't get enough of you, he probably would never get enough.

The Spymaster is so focused on your cunt, that he fails to notice your breaths coming out faster, your body trembling under his, and your eyes blinking awake, confused by the sudden rush of pleasure, moans of your own echoing around the room. It's only when your fingers tangle in his hair and you call out his name in question that he realizes you have woken up, moaning against you, the vibrations sending a shudder running through your overheated body.

It doesn't take long for you to fall apart on his tongue, cumming around him beautifully as soon as he starts pumping one of his fingers back into your cunt while his mouth abused your clit. Azriel laps up your release, only pulling away when your body is shaking too much and your hands start pushing at his head, struggling to breathe through the unexpected pleasure he was giving you.

Kissing his way up your body, lingering for a moment over your chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth, and then over your neck, marking it up with his teeth, he softens when he gets to your jaw, sweetly kissing your face before his lips fall over yours at last, your hands moving to hold the back of his neck to keep him in place, tasting yourself on his mouth.

“You're a heavy sleeper,” he whispers against your lips when you pull away, unable to resist licking over your bottom lip once.

“I think you're just too good at being sneaky, Spymaster,” your murmur, voice still heavy with sleep and still breathy from the mind numbing orgasm, legs still trembling softly at his sides.

Azriel hums, taking your lips between his own again, hands still caressing your skin, coaxing the sweetest gasp from you, one he gladly swallowed, his body fitting over yours perfectly.

“I missed you,” he murmurs, leaning his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as the bond finally gives him a moment of rest. “Couldn't stop thinking about you all day.”

“Me too.”

His shadows had already told him as much but it still warmed his heart to hear the confession coming directly from your lips, a content smile widening on his lips.

“Were you waiting for me?”

“Yes,” you admit, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I couldn't sleep without you.” Leaning up to peck his lips as he purrs at your words. He's convinced he could live forever in your arms.

Azriel starts feeling sneaky fingers tugging at the straps holding his leathers together, leaning away so he can watch your face adoringly as you unbuckle them expertly without ever looking away from him and still blinking away the sleepiness in your eyes.

“What are you doing, my love?”

“It's only fair I get to play with you too, don't you think?”

[just-a-ghost00]

You through their eyes

This reading is written in first person / from the POV of the person you’re enquiring about. I tried to keep the text as neutral as possible so that anyone could relate to it. This can apply to any type of romantic connection, whether you are in contact with this person or not. It can be a past person or a future person.

Group 1 - Deer

Cards : 4 of wands, King of pentacles, 9 of pentacles, ace of wands, 2 of swords, 6 of swords

Right from the moment our eyes met, I knew. I knew that you had my heart wrapped around your finger. I knew that you were the one. As soon as I saw you, I felt the urge to ask for your hand. To claim you as my forever person. My ride or die. I knew that I wanted to have a home with you. That I wanted to build a legacy with you. I knew that you were the one. That you had it all. The good looks, the brains, the strength to keep up with me through thick and thin. I knew that I couldn’t get rid of you even if I wanted to. That no matter how hard I’d try I could never forget you nor get you out of my system. You were just engraved in me like a tattoo on my skin meant to remind me of my truth : that I was meant to be yours just as much as you were meant to be mine. That true love is real and is in the shape of you. I knew that I had to have you right away. And by God did I want you. I craved you more than I could ever fathom and it scared me. I never wanted anyone so bad. The reactions you birthed in me my love, were so sweet and addictive I feared I couldn’t hold myself back if I were to cross the line. I didn’t want you to hate me. It’s just visceral. The way you get me. The way you come under my skin and tease me. The way you look at me with those innocent eyes of yours. Those beautiful orbs that I drowned myself in. How your lips tremble at the vulnerability of your unexpressed emotions. How your tongue slips through your lips when you get nervous. How soft your tone is whenever you are around me. God, you make me crazy. Right from the start I was stuck in a dilemma. Fighting with my head and my heart, trying to figure out which way to go, what the hell to do to get to you without hurting nor scaring you. How to live on knowing that I couldn’t have you. Knowing that I would have to stay away from you. The moment our gazes embraced each other, you had my fate in your hands and my heart held hostage. And I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I tried to move on and shield both of us from the hurt this could provoke. But being away from you is nearly impossible. You’re as essential to me as the air I breathe. Every minute I am reminded of you. When I met you, I knew I had to do right by you or you wouldn’t let me in. It was obvious that you were well educated and mature enough to cut me off if I ever tried anything you deemed as wrong. It was obvious that you didn’t need me and were doing very well on your own. That you could have anything and anyone you wanted at the snap of your fingers. But I just couldn’t ignore you. Something about you called to me and made me want to pursue you like no other, no matter how you could have perceived me, no matter if people thought I was a fool. I wanted to take the risk and chase you because a part of me was convinced I would never get the chance to see you again if I didn’t.

Confirmation signs : Taurus, Aries, Gemini, rainbows, important bodies of water such as rivers and seas, long distance connections, feeling like you’re the yin to the other’s yang, number 14, Sagittarius, Jupiter, travels, sunsets and sunrises ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Group 2 Tree

Cards : ace of pentacles, tower, 10 of cups, 6 of cups, knight of cups, king of swords

You came into my life at the perfect timing. Like a breath of fresh air in the middle of a storm I didn’t realise I was stuck in until you arrived. And boy did you make some noise. You were like thunder. I was immediately electrified. You uprooted everything and anything I thought I knew. You completely changed the course of my life and to this days I still believe that is for the better. Ever since I met you I have never felt so happy and fulfilled. My life feels like a dream. You were so beautiful and pure it was impossible not to love you. You took my hand ever so gently, offered your help and guidance without expecting anything in return. You kept giving and giving, surrounding me with your warm and loving embrace I just felt so good. You are an angel, a miracle that I still can’t believe I met. I feel so lucky to have you by my side love. So happy. My love for you was already strong and kept growing as I got to know you. I was in awe with your soft demeanour, your tender touch, your caring approach and empathy for others. You were like royalty. So radiant and calm that for a mere second I thought I was in Heaven. Such a wonderful being like you surely cannot be real, I thought. But you are as real as the coin in my pocket and I was the one lucky enough to have you in my life. Can you believe that? To me you were like a life line. I didn’t know I was drowning until you took my hand and pulled me out of the mess I was in. I don’t know how you did it nor how you saw so clearly what I couldn’t but I am so grateful you did. Never once did you judge me nor hurt me. Never once did you question me nor doubt my essence. You kept supporting me and loving me even at my worst. When I couldn’t give you what you wanted you looked for it out on your own and patiently waited for me to catch up. When my heart was guarded and in pain, you cautiously weaved your way through the cracks of my armour and helped me heal. You soothed my fears and mended my wounds with such grace and humbleness that I fell in love harder than before. Your tender heart got the best of my reserved nature. The more time goes by and the more I think God sent you to lift me up. You are Heavensent. You are my other half the one I’ve been missing for so long. With you by my side I feel at peace, finally. I fell in love with your romantic side and your pure good willed heart. With your little dances whenever you’re happy and how you hum to our favorite songs to make yourself comfortable. How you bake in the kitchen with that little smile on your face, thinking I don’t see you. How you so effortlessly get me every time, even though I try my best to shut you out. You never give up on me though I am hard on you sometimes.

Confirmation signs : water signs especially Scorpio, letter K, meeting by the river, love at first sight, believing in soulmates, late night conversations, spiritual ramblings, water lilies and butterflies

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Group 3 - Daisies

Cards : The World, 7 of swords, 7 of cups, page of wands, 4 of wands, Death

You were so different than me that at first I felt like we were miles away from each other and had nothing in common. You seemed like the world was laying at your feet yet you wanted none of it. You seemed dangerous and so bad for my health and peace of mind. Yet, I couldn’t help but feel drawn to you. You were so mysterious, so intense that I had to dig further, dive deeper. You were so intriguing and in your presence it felt like the world was opening before me and my options were suddenly much better. I felt braver, more optimistic, successful. It felt like with you by my side I could conquer the world. You were so smooth, so supportive. So sensual and strong I felt so little next to you. There was a depth to you I couldn’t explain. An air of someone that was wiser than what they let on. Someone that had been through hell and rose out of it without a scratch. You were so precious and powerful. I had to have you. I thought my minds were playing tricks on me when you told me “I love you”. I didn’t think someone like you would want someone like me. I felt like a scam. However you didn’t seem to care. You kept moving on expecting for me to follow you and I did. You never once looked back because you knew. You knew I wouldn’t let you down. It’s like you could predict my every move and saw right through me. I was mesmerised by you. Bewitched. I felt like a clown but I couldn’t help but to love the feeling. You made me want to be more and expand in ways I never thought possible. You triggered a passion I didn’t know I possessed. Suddenly I was getting jealous imagining that someone else could have you and that made me furious. I would have done anything for you. I still would. God you make me crazy with how much I want you. I desired you so strongly I thought I was possessed. At some point I even thought you were manipulating me. I felt trapped and like I had no other option but to be yours. And then I gave in and realised there was no point in fighting this feeling. The more I fought and tried to repress my desire the harder I fell. You were so beau and I felt like a frog trying to hang out with a Queen. I felt so ridiculous. But in my heart I knew that I would spend the rest of my life with you, until my last breath. Because at the end of the day, that’s what I wanted and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I would chase you around the Earth if I had to if that meant being by your side. You are my muse.

Confirmation signs : fixed signs especially Scorpio, number 7, letter S, song All of me, cultural differences, beauty and the beast trope, red roses, ennemies to lovers trope

[daycourtofficial]

Tell me I’m the only, only, only, only, only one

Pairing: Eris x reader x Azriel | WC: 3.5k | warnings: none

Summary: secrets threaten to swallow you whole as you work up the courage to tell Azriel about being his mate. Unfortunately, you aren’t the only one with secrets

Author’s note: this came from a draft I found BURIED okay I was looking for a different azris x reader draft but found this and had to finish it

Today was the day. Everything lined up - Feyre and Rhys were at the River House hosting an overnight play date for Nyx and one of his friends. Cassian and Nesta had taken some of the Valkyries to Day to see the pegasi. Mor was somewhere on the continent. Amren was likely at her apartment, but she came by less and less frequently these days.

The sun had just set, the night sky bright and endless as it hovered over the House of Wind. You and Azriel had the entire place to yourselves.

It was a sign from the Mother. You had to tell him. You stood before your mirror, wanting every piece of hair to fall perfectly into place. You took a few deep breaths, failing to calm the beating of your heart.

Everything was going to change. You smiled at your reflection, certain that everything will work out. It had to.

So what if Azriel had pined after two females that weren’t you? That didn’t matter. Not when he was always so kind to you, seeking you out during parties. He always sat next to you at dinner, the two of you fully engaged in conversation the entire time.

His pining toward Mor and then Elain always felt strange to you. It never happened around you, you hardly saw him even glance their way. You only knew about it from Cassian’s love of gossip.

“It should be you he focuses on - the two of you are so similar. And so annoying.”

His words likely meant nothing to him - especially the end when you had stolen food from his plate. But his words echoed in your mind, echoed around the string nearly suffocating your heart.

The two of you were well suited. You complemented each other. Surely, if he didn’t love you now, Azriel could grow to love you. It should be easy.

Would you want someone who had to grow to love you? You shook the thought from your head, certain the Mother wouldn’t lead you astray like that.

Your thoughts led you outside his door. The words had laid dormant on your tongue for too long, weeks going by without admitting the truth to him.

You knocked on his door quickly, not wanting nerves to get the better of you. You couldn’t help lightly bouncing on your feet as you waited, listening to the shuffles behind the door. Each sound of footfalls made your heart rate quicken.

Azriel poked his head out the door, a small smile when his eyes fell on you.

“Sorry to intrude, but can I come in? I want to talk to you about something.”

Surprise at your demand showed on his face, but he opened the door wider, letting you come in. The sight of you in his room wasn’t unheard of, but you had never so boldly asked to come in.

You walked through the threshold, noticing immediately a suitcase on his bed, nearly full before his shadows quickly closed and latched the lid.

“Are you going somewhere?” You couldn’t stop the question from coming out.

“I was going to take a few days to myself. Enjoy some quiet at my cabin.”

Your heart had been bursting with secrets lately. Months ago Azriel had confided in you he had a cabin somewhere he liked to hide away in when he needed to get away.

That tidbit of knowledge was secured deep in your fantasies, a story you told yourself before going to sleep about him whisking you away to his cabin.

“Oh - well, I hope I’m not interrupting your need for peace.”

“Nonsense. I find your presence quite peaceful, anyway.” Your heart was in your throat at his words. His casual admittance giving you just enough strength to be bold.

“That is very kind of you. I find your presence to also be peaceful and delightful.” He smiled down at you, his full attention on your words. That was always what drew you to Azriel the most. You have always had his full attention whenever you spoke to him, and he always recalled the smallest of details from your conversations.

He saw you. He noticed you. The Mother made him for you and you for him.

“Well, Azriel. We are friends, right? And friends tell each other things and are honest, right?” You wrung your hands with your fingers, needing something to expel your nervous energy.

“Yes. I am always honest with you.” His words came out with a slight chuckle, a tilt to his head, wondering where this was going.

“Great. I have actually been keeping something from you for a while. At first I had to take some time myself to understand, and then I was waiting for the right time.”

“Go on.” He looked radiant with the light of the moon cutting across his face. No male could compare to his beauty. His words of encouragement and his smile at your nervousness were all you needed for the words to come tumbling out.

“I am in love with you. I have been for a long time, and I kept it to myself, but a few weeks ago, the mating bond snapped and I-“

“A mating bond?” His words were sharper than you had ever heard him speak to you before. His shadows swirled around your feet, occasionally jumping and leaping to reach you, but never quite making it.

“Yes, it-“

“You’re certain?” His words were making you shrink ever so slightly. The shadows had now begun swirling around the two of you, like they were trapping the two of you into a bubble.

“Yes, it-“

“To me?”

You tugged hard on the bond, pulling as hard as you could to release him from the shocked stupor he was in. It knocked him off balance, his feet stuttering forward before he righted himself. His scarred hands rubbed absently at his chest, his brows knitted in confusion.

“Let me finish, Azriel.” The shadows that had been swirling around the two of you floated down, sweeping across the floor. A few moved toward you, swirling around your body, helping you stay upright.

He didn’t listen to your words, only shook his head in response. He dragged his fingers down his face, muttering something you couldn’t quite make out.

He looked once more at you before he reached out, his hands taking hold of your shoulders before the two of you were whisked through space in his shadows.

“Azriel!” You pushed off of him the second you felt solid ground beneath your feet, putting distance between the two of you. “This is not what I hoped-“

“Be quiet.”

Your eyes widened at his words, taking a moment to take in your surroundings. He winnowed the two of you right in front of a cabin door, the structure surrounded on all sides by thick forest.

“Okay Azriel, you could have just rejected me - not bring me to who knows where.” You ignored his command, irritation lacing your words.

“No, I just- wait here.” He shut the door quickly behind himself, leaving you alone. Your heart felt heavy as you looked about the woods, uncertain if you wanted to know what laid in the darkness.

Whatever scent lingered from beneath the door was familiar, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint it. You were stuck - you could winnow home, you supposed. But why did he bring you out here? Would he leave you out here, wanting to know how long you’d stay and wait? Surely the bond would make him protective enough to let you die from the elements, right? The thought caused the string around your heart to play a sad, out of tune note.

You weren’t sure how long you were standing outside, a brisk breeze making you well aware of your lack of coat. The door opened once more, Azriel coming back out before he quickly shut the door behind himself, not letting you see inside.

“Az, what are we doing here?”

He held out a hand to you, his other back on the knob of the door.

“I have never brought anyone from the Inner Circle here.”

You grew frustrated at his words, a tiny hint of pride at being the first of your family to visit here. You accepted his hand, noting there really wasn’t any other decision you could make.

He opened the door and you took in the space. It was small - just the one room connected to a kitchen. It held a massive bed - somehow larger than the ones in Velaris. There wasn’t much in the way of decorations - the house was void of any indication of who lived in it. Your eyes stopped on the redheaded male who was moving about the kitchen, the sight of him short circuiting your brain.

“You said you’ve never brought anyone else here before.” Somehow amidst all the confusion, that was what your brain settled on.

“He said no one from the Inner Circle had been here. The door’s not as thick as you are, Azriel.” Eris’s voice was full of chastisement, clicking his tongue at the end to accent his point. You glanced between the pair, even more confused now that Eris had opened his mouth, the comment almost affectionate.

You shook your head, dismissing the thought. “Look, Az, I get it, this is something you don’t want-“ “Now I didn’t say-“ “so we can just go back to Velaris and I can move out.”

“What is she talking about?” Eris’s voice was loud to accomodate for the banging of pots and pans. He was cooking something, the cherry on top of ‘well, why not this too?’

You looked up at the ceiling, fighting back tears to what has quickly become the worst moment of your life. This was all so strange, you were certain you had hit your head somewhere, your body likely unconscious in Azriel’s room. Maybe none of this happened, and you fell on something in your room.

When you woke up, you were certainly never confessing to him.

“Tell him.” Azriel’s prodding words confused you even more. You looked at him in bewilderment. He had the same look on his face he does when he’s about to win a card game - no matter what move you make, he’s right in his assessment.

“Tell him? Azriel I think telling someone they’re your mate and them not wanting it is embarrassing enough, why do we have to drag in a spectator?”

His face fell slightly, something pooling in his eyes you couldn’t quite make out.

“Why do you think Azriel is your mate?”

You cocked your head at Eris, never having officially met him. You would recognize him anywhere - the long red hair, the ornate clothes decorated with autumn leaves, the scent of bonfire and whiskey stuck to him.

No one in the Inner Circle had ever told you how stunning he was, his beauty making other males look like mortals next to him. Except Azriel.

“I assume we can skip the pleasantries, Eris. Every facet of this night is more confusing than the last. Why are you cooking?”

“Because otherwise I will die of starvation. Or be even more intolerable due to hunger.”

You wished for a wall behind you to bang your head into. They may have omitted his beauty, but they weren’t wrong about him being difficult.

“Why are you in Azriel’s cabin?”

“I asked my question first.”

“Well, Eris, if you must know the inner workings of my personal life, Azriel is my mate and instead of being happy or even indifferent he brought me here to you for some reason. Can I go now?” The tears started forming in the corner of your eye, your fist clenched as you spoke.

“No,” they replied in unison, not looking at you. They both mirrored each other, their crossed arms not giving anything away as they silently argued, unsure when Azriel moved closer to Eris. You could make out a few words from the hushed tones, but it was impossible to hear them.

It took you a moment to realize Eris had stopped cooking when Azriel approached. He was giving him his full attention as they spoke to each other.

This was a very odd dream indeed.

“I’ve felt a pull to you.” Azriel was still looking at Eris, and you weren’t certain who he was talking to until he shifted his eyes to you. “I have always been drawn to you, needed to be near you. I didn’t want to think we were mates, because Eris is my mate.”

You blinked multiple times, the idea trying to make itself comprehensible to you. You looked around, certain to find some trace Rhysand had built this imaginary reality as a practical joke.

“No, that's not possible. If it’s not me, it had to be because of Elain or Mor.”

Eris scoffed, his annoyance clear across his face, his movements becoming more hurried as he added things to a pot. “Sorry to disappoint the both of you by not having breasts.”

“Eris.” An admonishing hiss from Azriel caused the Autumn heir to roll his eyes, not even looking at the glare the shadowsinger sent him.

“Forgive me. Forgive my mate for his deceits being so well done it fooled even his female mate.” Eris refused to pull his focus from his cooking, hardly acknowledging you with his body.

“Azriel and I have been together for some time, a rouse that is perpetuated by his supposed infatuation with the other females close to you.”

For some reason, his words stung. Azriel had been faking affection for them? If he could do that, why didn't he fake them for you?

As if reading your thoughts, Eris continued. “He was feeling something for you, something he hardly wanted to admit to me. But we have been looking into it. It seems no one has ever had this.”

“Had what?”

“Two mates.”

Your head was reeling, a migraine forming as you tried to process every bit of information you were given. Something gnawed at you - some insecurity making itself known in this odd circumstance.

“Were you getting close to me as an experiment?” That drew Azriel from his silence, his steps moving toward you.

“No - gods no. I like you, I like spending time with you. I’m drawn to you - I can’t help it.”

“He yearns.” Eris’s voice was flat as hid words came out, Azriel quickly spun on his heel and looked toward his mate.

His other mate, you supposed.

“I do not yearn.”

“You complain about missing her when you’re here.” Azriel’s cheeks heated in embarrassment, the first sense of affection you've felt from him since arriving.

Eris stopped stirring, turning his full attention toward you. His gaze left heat all across you, as if his eyes could penetrate your clothes, seeing your body and soul beneath. You can’t tell if he’s making the room warmer or if that’s just you.

“In the concept of honesty, I have to say you are… something.” His words broke you out of whatever stupor you had found yourself in.

“Thank you, Eris. That is the best non-descript compliment or insult I’ve ever received.”

“It’s not an insult.” You scoffed, uncertain how to respond. He straightened himself, standing tall as he continued. “Do you wish for me to wax poetic about my mate’s new mate? Divine, delectable, take your pick.”

Was he flirting with you? The notion made no sense, but something Azriel told you about Eris years ago had always stuck.

If you want to get anywhere with him, you have to play his game.

“My mate has a very pretty mate.” It was true and something Eris was more than aware of about himself. He scoffed, picking up a spoon and going back to cooking, but you continued. “Should I wax poetic about you, hm? Tell you all about how you look like a predator prepared to pounce and I’d be more than willing to be beneath you?”

Eris stopped his cooking, his spoonclattering as he took his time drinking you in.

“I thought you said she was timid and shy?” His question was directed at Azriel, but he kept looking at you. His gaze stayed on you, not wavering, seeing something he found interesting.

“That’s because Azriel runs at the potential for intimacy, I had to ease him into it.” Something close to a laugh escaped from Eris. His gaze finally moved toward the shadowsinger.

“I like her, Azriel. We can keep her.”

“I am not some toy to claim ownership to.” Eris paid you no mind, turning back to his cooking. You couldn’t figure out what he was making, but it smelled divine.

“Of course not, but you are my mate’s mate and that means I have to like you before making decisions about you.” Your heart stalled at his words, the air getting thinner around you.

“What do you mean by decisions?”

“Eris.” Azriel cut in for the first time in a while, and you would have forgotten about his presence if it hadn’t been for the bond humming.

“Well, I mean he is my mate already. He’s accepted the bond with me. If I didn’t like you, he’d just reject you.”

“He wouldn’t just-“ your words stopped, your statement unable to continue. Your throat went dry with the look Azriel gave Eris. It was a split second, but it was enough.

They clearly had discussed it - some topic they had mulled over several times, working through every scenario. Eris’s words were of such nonchalance, such subtle cruelty.

They would decide to shatter your heart without any thought or input from you.

It was getting hot, your clothes too much on your skin. Your breathing rose again, too shallow to fully take in a breath.

“So you’ve been- what? Keeping it a secret for months that Eris is your mate and that I’m your mate? Were you test running me this whole time?” Your voice came out squeaky, but you were too upset to care.

“No, I didn’t know-“ Azriel was scrambling, his eyes pleading with the truth. “I didn’t know, I was curious-“

“I mean, I knew you kept secrets, but this is- Eris and-“ your breaths were coming shorter and shorter, the cabin swaying slightly as it got harder to breathe. This couldn’t be real, it had to be some fictional reality. The bond in your chest was crying in agony, desperate for you to be closer to Azriel and to stop arguing.

“Azriel, she's self-destructing.” Eris didn’t move from his spot, continuing his cooking as if you had made an astute observation about the weather.

“I can see that.”

“Do something. She’s your mate.”

You pushed the hair from your face, straightening your shoulders. You blinked slowly, trying to clear your gaze. You had been a fool this whole time, that much was true. You were an experiment to Az - this whole time he had his suspicions, and you were nothing but a test subject he could drop at a moment’s notice. The collateral damage of your heart meant nothing to him.

He had Eris. Why would he want you?

“It’s clear now that you already have your hands full, Azriel. I’ll bow out respectfully.” The words came out cold, not a hint of the warmth you felt for Azriel laced them.

“Sweetheart-“

His shadows swirled around you, desperate to keep you close, to pull you closer to him. You batted them away, not wanting their comfort.

They knew. Azriel knew. Eris knew. This was all a joke to them.

“I’d be a fool to compete with Eris Vanserra over anything, including you Azriel. You’ve told me a hundred times how Autumn Court males sink their teeth into things and don’t let go.” Had his words been a warning? Had he been mated to him when he told you that? How far did these lies run? “Clearly you know from experience.”

You winnowed away, Azriel’s hand inches from where you stood. His shadows exploded, several moving around Eris, the Autumn heir batting them away with little effort.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Azriel directed all of his anger toward Eris.

“You were my mate first.”

“You practically pissed all over me, marking your territory. You couldn’t keep your mouth shut for me to speak!”

“Shall I hike up my leg? I thought such things didn’t interest you.”

Azriel breathed deeply, clenching and unclenching his fists to keep his anger in check.

“Besides, you wouldn’t speak. You clammed up.”

“We discussed this. You knew how important this was to me. This all went wrong.” Azriel was tugging at his hair, the bond swirling in his chest with your despair.

“Yes, yes. I know how my mate was quite taken with a female he lives with. Forgive me for not being thrilled.” Eris let the tiniest hint of hurt show on his face, his first display of emotion all night. Azriel spotted it immediately, his anger dissipating slightly.

“She might be your mate, too.” Azriel’s words were a whisper, a soft hope he was speaking into existence. The Mother wouldn’t give him two mates who hated each other, would she?

Eris gave a dismissive look Azriel’s way. “I suppose we’ll never know now.”

Divider by @tsunami-of-tears

Author’s note: any ideas for part two 👀

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[reidrum]

two millimeters | s.r

a/n: this was literally born bc i saw reid lying on the couch in the jet at the end of demons and thought ‘i would literally sit against that wall to watch over him on the way back’ so i wrote it

summary: spencer gets hurt and you’re not leaving his side

cw: season 9 finale spoilers for angels & demons, cm violence, hurt/comfort, unestablished relationship

wc: 0.6k

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two millimeters to the right, and it would’ve hit his carotid.

the sentence replays in your head like a cursed mantra, rendering your other senses useless. you couldn’t hear the doctor say you could see him now, or feel penny tug your arm towards the room. and you certainly couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw spencer reid in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines and iv drips, with a big fucking gauze dressage on the side of his neck.

you knew your line of work was dangerous, being a federal agent who hunts down serial killers should be enough to prove that. but it never surprised you seeing the panic that overtook all of you when one of your own was hurt.

the pure terror you felt in this moment though, was something without parallel.

two millimeters. two millimeters. two millimeters.

you’re not even sure how it happened. they were on the way to tell the preacher he was innocent, and instead he opens fire on federal agents? it was a cruel twist of fate, spencer doing what he could to protect his people and pushing blake out of the way but getting hit himself. it wasn’t anyone’s fault either, the preacher had military grade machine guns, and spencer would have done what he did for anyone. you made sure to tell blake that.

but your spencer was hurt. and all you wanted to do was take away his pain somehow, and toss it in a river to never be seen again.

two millimeters. two millimeters. two millimeters.

“hey,” you hear a voice pull you out of your head. looking up you’re met with tired soft brown eyes lying down on the jet’s couch, “i’m okay, honey. please go sit on a chair.”

if spencer had all his strength he would lecture you on the dangers of not being properly restrained on an aircraft and the statistics of plane related injuries. but that was the problem, he didn’t have all his strength. and you were not going to let him out of your sight.

which is why you are sitting on the floor of the jet, perched in front of the couch where spencer laid, resting your head on the cushion his head was on, body leaning against couch’s frame. and you planned to stay right there until you landed back in quantico.

“looks like this flight is overbooked,” your section unit chief teased upon seeing you on the ground, “hopefully the brass sees our good work and gives us a bigger jet next year.”

morgan, hotch, even jj offered you their seats to at least get some rest, something you hadn’t had in days.

“i’m fine right here.” you spoke softly.

jj and penny looked at you in concern, but knew you wouldn’t be swayed to move anyway. your stubbornness always acted as a curse and a blessing.

spencer moved his hand to graze your cheek gently, “the doctors fixed me up really good, i promise i’m okay.”

you move your hand to rest on top of his, slowly rubbing your thumb into the curve of his palm, “and i promise i’m okay right here. i’m not moving.”

two millimeters. two millimeters. two millimeters.

two millimeters would haunt you for many years to come, but maybe right now you could use it to measure how much closer you can get to spencer till there’s only two millimeters between you.

spencer knew this was a war he was not winning, and let his hand intertwine with yours. if you weren’t so close to him you might’ve missed the faintest “thank you” escape from his lips. the jet takes off and the two of you are lulled to sleep almost immediately. the rest of the team unspokenly watched over you both, making sure you weren’t rattling around or spencer rolling around too much. and penny couldn’t help but take a few pics to show you later.

[youraverageaemondsimp]

To Ruin. // Dark!Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader

THIS IS A DARK FIC, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

MDNI

block the tag #MAE:DARK!CONTENT to avoid seeing dark content from me.

Summary: you are aegon's and helaena's daughter, being the eldest triplet, you were betrothed to your older uncle Aemond the moment you were born, he seemed to show no interest in you, being lost in his own world until he returns to kings landing and sees you again, in your prime age. // based on this request.

WARNINGS: noncon to dubcon, p in v sex, fingering, orgasm denial, knife kink, blood kink, dacryphilia, breeding kink, choking kink, corruption kink, purity culture, age system is in accordance to medieval/canon standards and not modern but do not worry they dont get sexual until reader is 19, virginity loss, tiddy sucking, thoughts of violence, fucked up shit, age gap (13 years), extreme canon divergence, cunty aemond + not proofread

WC: 4.3k

The moment you were born, you were immediately betrothed to your uncle, Aemond Targaryen. Alicent never wanted to betroth or marry someone from the same family after Aegon and Helaena but Otto convinced her to do so, even if they see it as a sin. Telling her that it would secure the hightower blood further down the line.

When Aemond was informed of this, he laughed, he was just thirteen back then, the idea of marrying someone that was just born seemed comical to him, especially when the babe was his elder sister's and elder brother's daughter, but he quickly accepted it, as he realised it was his duty.

Aegon however, was against it, calling you too young, but he was only sixteen at that time so his opinion was disregarded.

You were the oldest by an hour to your younger siblings, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera.

You were informed of your betrothal to your uncle when you were ten years old, that's when they deemed you old enough to understand what marriage and everything was. Aemond had turned twenty three that year, performing his duties as the prince of the realm, securing aegon's claim to the throne, claiming lands and power back to their hands successfully. At the end, Rhaenyra was successfully usurped, having lost way too much before she died at the hands of Aegon. And then came Aemond's march to Harrenhal, killing off every person that contained even a single droplet of the strong blood, except he spared one, Alys rivers, who he took as his war spoil and a bedmate.

He spent most of his time there with her in Harrenhal, burying himself deep inside of her, and other political matters, only returning to King's Landing when he was needed, just like now, but what he didn't expect was you. He was surprised to see you.

You were no more the gangly limbed child he knew you as and remembered you to be, your breasts and hips were fuller, your face having lost its childlike appearance as you were going through puberty, becoming more sharp and mature, having recently turned seventeen, You were becoming a woman now. You greeted him with a small smile. “Welcome back, Uncle.” you greeted him and he swallowed thickly, hoping you had not noticed how his breeches tightened as he got hard at the sight of you. Your beauty captured him.

“Niece, you've grown.” he comments, eyes shamelessly roaming over your breasts, which you weren't aware of, “You too Uncle, it has been a while since we properly saw each other.” you tell him and he hums, looking at the soft flush of your breasts pushing against the bodice, almost calling out to him to set them free, he fought with every urge to not do so.

It was when he spent some time with you, he realised he didn't know you at all, so he put in effort into knowing you, courting you properly which you were taken aback by, always knowing him to be distant towards you, but that was only because you were a child, you are a woman now, and he was a lot interested and willing to be with you.

It was on your eighteenth name day, which he attended, when he cut off multiple ladies tongues out for bad mouthing you, they had said mean things about you, calling you too old now, that nobody would be interested in marrying you if your betrothal to Aemond was called off, which was unsurprisingly a rumor circulating due to Aemond's involvement with Alys, his disinterest in you and your grandmother, Alicent, doing nothing to make the betrothal move forward. It had been a messy name day but it was also the moment you fell in love with your uncle, impressed by how he defended your honour and your name.

Aemond had to return to harrenhal as there were some pressing issues which needed to be taken care of, and he was less than enthusiastic about it, not even the thought of seeing his spoil made him excited. He was sitting on his chair doing the paperwork when Alys walked into the room, she sat on his lap and caressed his face, “What is it my love?” she cooed and he sighed heavily, not in the mood for her, “Get out.” he said, and Alys was heavily hurt by it, but left nonetheless. His mind was constantly on you, he remembers how your breasts pressed against his chest when you hugged him during your name day, and he immediately gets hard at the thought, that night, he finishes in his hand before cleaning himself up.

You had plagued his mind, cause he couldn't look at his lover nor bed her anymore because she isn't you, he was becoming more and more insatiable, tired of fucking his own hand, he was in need of a real cunt.

He stopped ordering silk green dresses for Alys and instead ordered dresses of material you would wear, the colour palette you dearly loved, and requested her to wear those instead, and do her hair up in a way you did, so he could at least pretend she was you when he fucked her, moaning your name loudly while being buried inside of her cunt. He knew he was being cruel to Alys, but he couldn't give a fuck, and Alys kept quiet, not wanting to anger him, knowing that he could kill her.

But it still wasn't enough, no, because it wasn't you.

Aemond was so delighted when he was called to the keep again, it means he got to see you, it was to discuss matters of the realm, and after what seems like hours, his mother finally changes the topic. Which catches his immediate attention.

“I think it is in our best interest if you marry aemond and y/n soon, maybe in a moons time, there have been various slanderous whispers about their betrothal, and i want to put an end to it.” Alicent says and Aemonds heart picks up it's pace at that. “It's better if we call off the betrothal.” Aegon's voice booms across the chambers. “I do not think it is necessary anymore, not after we have won the war. Rhaenyra is dead, the blacks are dead, my daughter shouldn't need to marry her uncle anymore.” Aegon reasons and Aemond clicks his tongue, “It is my duty brother, to keep our valyrian blood pure, I do not mind marrying my niece.” Aemond replies and Aegon sighs. “You need not perform your duty anymore, she is my daughter, and I do not wish her to be subjected to your cruelty, little brother.”

“My cruelty? What of your whoring?” Aemond grits his teeth, and Alicent visibly flinches at the mention but Aegon only laughs, “I have put it past me dear brother. You however, still are as merciless.” and Aemond scoffs.

“I want to marry her.” Aemond says, tone final, staring daggers at Aegon, and he just laughed. “Alright, Alright, it was merely a suggestion.” Aegon backs down which makes Aemond calm down. “The matter is settled then, the wedding will take place when the moon turns.” Alicent says and everyone nods.

Another moon to finally bed you? Gods be damned, he cannot wait that long.

So he didn't.

He snuck into your chambers that night, through the secret tunnels, he had expected you to be asleep but you were awake, sitting on the chaise, reading a book of some sort, but you didn't hear him enter your chambers, so you jumped when you heard him speak.

“Hello, Niece.” you snapped your head to the direction of the voice and were surprised to find Aemond.

“Uncle? What are you doing here” you asked and he just stalked towards you, “Mhm, is it wrong to see my future wife?” the word wife rolling off his tongue with such delicacy. “No- you misunderstand- i merely meant that–”

“What are you reading?” he asks, cutting you off and coming even more closer to you, he took the book from your hand and you stood up, feeling vulnerable when you were just sitting.

“A romance novel huh?” he asks and you nod, he would love to go through the content to tease you, but he had no interest in wasting his time, he came here with a purpose.

“Dear niece, we are to be wed in a moons time.” he says and you look at him, “Understood, Uncle.” his gaze was too intense, so you looked down in submission of a sort.

He felt his cock stir at that, the way your puffy lips were pouty, eyes darted to the ground, like a good obedient and innocent wife.

Oh seven hells how he wanted to ruin you.

And so he would.

You were surprised when Aemond threw the book on the chair before grabbing you by your arms and pushing you in the direction of your bed, he slammed his lips against yours in hunger, swiping your bottom lip with his tongue, you were frozen in shock before it finally clicked and you used all your strength to push him off.

“We-we shouldn't, we are yet to be man and wife.” you breathe heavily, hoping he'd understand but he doesn't. He pushes you down unto the bed before getting on top of you, you panic, “U-uncle- please.” you were scared.

You knew how dishonourable it is to lose your maidenhead before marriage, it will ruin your reputation, it did not matter whether the person who took it was soon to be your husband. It is a sin, and you were extremely protective over it. After all, your grandmother raised you to be protective of it, saying it is a woman's honour that should not be given carelessly.

“P-please uncle! You said we were to be wed in a Moon's time, then you can have me! Please!” you beg and he smirks, “No can do, niece. No way in seven hells am I waiting that long, not after I have suffered so much because of you.” he says, and before you can say something, he grabs your throat, choking you, “Shut the fuck up. I do not want to hear your pleas.” he says meanly before squeezing your neck tight, making you see stars and leaving your head feeling light as the blood supply to your brain was being cut off due to his ministrations.

“P-pl-ple-” you try to choke out, tears welling in your eyes until he finally lets go of your throat, causing you to gasp for air, the air entering your lungs so quickly making it painful.

Aemond takes the dagger from its holder and starts cutting, tearing up your nightgown, the sound of clothes tearing filling the chambers as you pleaded him to get off of you, how your virtue was an important thing to preserve, how embarrassing it would be if you did not bleed on your wedding night, but all of that fell deaf to his ears, his only mission was to fuck you.

Soon enough, you are completely bare, you crossed your arms across your chest to protect your dignity but he pulled them apart, pinning them to your sides, “Do not hide yourself from me.” he said, voice low, emitting a slow growl. You sobbed.

“P-please, I promise I won't resist or hide myself from you- just wait until our wedding night, I am begging-” he shuts you up by pushing his lips against yours, his hands leave yours before he starts undressing himself, undoing the clasps on his clothing, he pulled apart to completely rid himself of his clothes, feeling to suffocated.

He was very fit, lean muscles coating his body, defining and toning his arms, chest and thighs, you felt yourself clench at the sight of him so bare, you were beginning to get aroused.

Aemond leans and places gentle kisses on your face, before trailing down your neck to lick and bite at them, you felt a burning sensation when he bit too hard, causing you to yelp, he pulled back and looked at the bite in satisfaction, which was now drawing blood. You whimpered pathetically.

You didn't like the feeling of ache between your thighs.

Aemond leaned down once again to take one breast into his mouth, suckling on it like a hungry babe, causing you to gasp, your breasts were extra sensitive considering you were near your moons blood, you gripped his hair and tried to pull him away but, he bit down harshly onto to your nipple making you tug harder at his hair for the pain to subside, however the more you tried pulling him off, the harder his bit and latched on, the other hand painfully dug into the flesh of your other breast, nails biting through the skin, so you removed your grip on his hair, and only then did he stop his inflictions of pain on your tits, beginning to suckle at your nipple in a pleasurable way,

Your hand reflexively went to his hair again, but this time instead of trying to pull him, you held him there like that, arching your back when you felt his warm tongue tickle the bud, shoving more of your breast into his mouth, he hummed in satisfaction before he pulled away with a wet pop, to continue the same thing on your other breast.

It was sensual, it was so slow, and you were getting aroused by the minute but your fear of committing a grave sin still plagued your mind.

“A-aemond-” you say his name making him groan and pull away to look at you, “Gods, when you say my name like that- it makes me want to ruin you so fucking hard.” he confesses and you gulp, his hands part your thighs, exposing your core to him.

You try to clench them shut in reflex but he holds them apart, visibly drawn by it, you felt the cool air hit your clit making you shiver, he trails his hand down your inner thigh before rubbing small circles there, teasing you.

You whine, the ache beginning to get even more stronger, making you buck your hips, hoping his hand grazes over the sensitive part, but he just chuckles, “Greedy are we? What happened to waiting till marriage?” he mocks you and you fight back the tears of shame, he then presses his fingers right onto your core, parting the flesh and caressing your clit, you twitch at the foreign sensation.

His other hand leaves your thigh as well, and he uses both of his thumbs to hold the flesh covering your core apart before he leans down and sucks on your pearl, making you arch your back in pleasure, his tongue flickers over your bud constantly, sending sparks of pleasure.

You were shocked when he did that, how can someone put their mouth over there?

Your hips start to move on their own, trying to keep up with his rhythm, he groans at your attempts and pulls away, you whine at the lack of warmth, “Be still.” he says and descends onto your clit again, and you try really hard to be still but you couldn't help it, you grip his hair, shoving his face into your cunt to the point he was suffocating but it didn't matter to him, this would be the best way to die according to him.

You feel something creeping up at your core, a itch that keeps plaguing you, a certain type of string tightening constantly as he continued his actions, you were confused until you were snapped out of your own confusion by an overwhelming feeling of pleasure hitting your body, causing you to moan loudly into the chambers. Aemond drinks up your release like a dehydrated man before pulling away and looking at your face, he chuckles when he finds you looking confused and dazed, eyes teary, wondering what the feeling was.

“It's called a peak, my love, was it your first time?” he answers, staring at your face and you tilted your head in confusion.

Women can peak?

You knew how the act is performed, the cock goes into the cunt, and you're supposed to lay there taking it as your husband impregnates you. It was taught to you by your grandmother alicent, it was supposed to hurt, not feel intimate. If you're lucky, you'd get a few kisses on your face and neck.

But what aemond did was so foreign, you didn't know you could experience sexual pleasure like this.

“Y-yes, but i- i didn't know.” you blush while saying it, you don't need to finish the sentence before aemond caught on and Aemond almost moaned at the thought that you didn't know anything, that you probably thought that sexual pleasure can only be felt by a man.

Oh how he was going to show you all the ways.

Oh how he was going to corrupt you.

He smirked.

You looked up at him, the tears from the orgasm threatening to fall, and oh gods how that made him want to be extremely cruel, he wanted to ruin you. It set off his blood thirst, something he would only feel while fighting during battles, when he burnt the riverlands with vhagar, when he took the life of his own uncle, when he slaughtered the strong house watching as the blood coats the ground, the screams of men, women and children alike. He hadn't felt that in a while considering the war was long over.

And so he would.

His eyes trail over to the dagger that laid forgotten on the bed, and he reached out for it, changing his grip and pointing the blade at the direction of your body, you look at him in what seemed like fear but he didn't care, he brought the blade down gently, and then pressed it against your skin, piercing through the skin. You winced at the burning sensation, he removed the blade and watched as beads of blood poured out, he leaned down and licked it all up, the iron tasting sweet to him.

You whimpered in pain, feeling the twinge, when the wound was met with his saliva, causing an even more burning sensation to plague at your skin.

He pulled back and watched as the blood smeared onto the surrounding skin, the wound already trying to close up. He looked at your pained expression and decided that he wouldn't be that cruel and scar your body as much as he would've loved to since it was your first time with him, he needed to leave a good impression after all. When you're truly his wife, he'd ruin so much.

He watched as the tears fell down your face, he licked them up before pressing gentle kisses to your eyes. “Shh.. It's okay, I won't do more.” he says and you whimper, trusting him.

He pulls back and grabs his hard leaking cock. The tip all flushed pink, it looked so painful.

It was painful, he was so fucking hard the entire time, he was trying to savour everything before he fully went in, but he realised he had no such patience for that.

He lined it against your cunt, and slid his cock up and down, coating him in your juice before he caught the tight hole which wouldn't open at all, and he realised he needed to prepare more for you to be able to take him.

So he replaced his cock with his fingers, shoving one inside you slowly, feeling all the ridges of your inner walls, wishing it was his cock that was inside you.

He started pumping in and out, curling his fingers from time to time to graze over the rough part located inside you, and you felt your stomach tightening again, and before you could reach your peak, Aemond pulled his fingers out. “H-huh?” you looked at him confused and he smiled meanly before shoving his fingers once again, and making you come to the edge but never topple over it, pulling out every time you were so close. It made you frustrated.

He decided you were relaxed enough to take his cock, so he replaced his fingers with his cock, pushing the tip inside, making you grip your bedsheets underneath tightly.

He wanted to go slow, let you adjust to him, but it was way too much, he finally got to be inside you after what felt like way too long, these past few years he always dreamt of this moment, so he lost control and slammed himself fully inside you cruelly, pushing to the hilt, making you scream in pain, which he shushed you by cooing you and caressing your cheek.

Your legs twitched visibly, he pulled back, thinking he was taking his cock out, you relaxed but then he slammed into you, causing you yelp and then he started pulling and pushing over and over again, the pace messy at the first because your walls were still trying to adjust to him, sometimes even pushing him out.

But then as the continued thrusting, the pain slowly went away and you felt pleasure beginning to rise, causing you to relax around, and he moaned in pleasure when he felt you loosen up around him, not holding his cock in a tight grip that made it impossible to move without hurting you.

He fastened his pace, unable to hold himself back, he fucked into you brutally, breaking your maidenhead, he watched the sight of your maiden blood coating his dick leaking onto the white sheets below, and he moaned your name.

The chamber was filled with lewd noises, wet slapping sounds as his hips rammed against yours, his balls slapping at your ass as he thrusted in and out, sweat coating his eyebrow, he was grunting loudly, he wasn't usually a vocal person, but with you? you bought out the worst in him.

He felt his peak beginning to come, but he wanted you to peak first, so his hand went over to your clit and rubbed small circles over it, and the pleasure intensified for you, you peaked extremely hard, wet fluid gushing out of you, all because of the multiple denied orgasms finally catching up to you.

Aemond moaned as he watched your juice coating his cock, and he was reaching his peak too, “Fuck- fuck- going to fill you up, with my seed, watching you grow round with my child in your belly.” he babbled and reached his peak, his cock twitching inside you, shooting ropes after ropes of cum, coating your walls.

He didn't pull out, staying inside, making sure his seed didn't spill, he began to soften inside you.

He pulled and held you close to him, before he propped down on your bed, pulling you on top of him, his cock slipping from inside you at that, you laid on top of him, head on his chest as you listened to his fast heartbeat, it was relaxing for an odd reason.

He grabbed the sheets and threw them over both of you, covering you and himself and then slowly drifting off to sleep.

The maid couldn't have picked the worst time to enter the chamber in the morning, she usually entered without knocking since you and her were close, but she gasped when she found you stop aemond cuddled and then noticed the blood on the sheets, it didn't take a genius to figure out what went on, and she quickly reported it to the dowager queen.

Enraged was an understatement. Alicent was extremely disappointed, barging into the room, by then aemond had already put on his breeches and he was confused when he saw her, then he figured it out.

You woke up, gripping the sheets tightly to your chest as you watched your grandmother yell at her son, your uncle.

And just then your father barged in, along with your mother, she quickly rushed over to you to check if you were alright and looked at her younger brother in disappointment.

Aegon had never been angry like that in his life, he went straight for Aemond, tackling him to the ground, trying to hit him, “You ruined her! Couldn't your ass wait until the wedding? What was it that made you so impatient?” Aegon yelled at his brother, and Aemond dodged every hit Aegon threw his way.

“Fucking CUNT!” He was mad, and one of hits finally landed on Aemond, punching him right in the face.

“Father! No! Please.” you yelled, but he didn't listen and that's when you started sobbing loudly, which made him immediately halt and rush over to you. Aemond spit the blood that coated his mouth on the ground and got up.

“My dear.” Aegon looked at you sadly, noticing all the cruelty Aemond left on your body.

“The wedding is to be held in a week.” Alicent's voice booms the chambers

“Mother you cannot be serious! He-” the king tried to reason with her, but she looked at him with a stern expression and he backed down, he was the king yes, but he knew he would never stand a chance against his own mother.

Aemond simply smirked, accomplishing what he had wanted, Aegon glared at him.

“Please, I want to be alone.” you say and everyone looks at you, you were extremely tired and you didn't want this hassle.

The matter came to an end like that, you watched everyone leave reluctantly, except Aemond, you looked at Aemond, waiting for him to leave, but instead he sat down next to you and made himself comfortable in your presence.

Aegon grit his teeth, turning around to storm into the room but Alicent and Helaena held him back, and you didn't say anything else, but leaned your head on Aemonds shoulder.

That told everyone what you wanted and they soon left, you allowed yourself to get comfortable in his presence. Slowly falling asleep.

“My sweet girl.” you heard him coo before the sleep finally pulled you under.

[ddiidi]

bf!Bangchan x gn!reader (ot8 mentioned)

Masterlist

When he calls you clingy, so you distance yourself

Pt. 1

Next Pt. 2

!Warnings: angst, fake!texts, swearing (lmk if i missed anything)

Side-Note: I tried something new, I hope y'all like it :3

You and Chan had been dating for good 3 years now and just a few days ago it had been your anniversary and if anything, the past 3 years had been the best years of your life. You guys met when you were put in charge for one of Straykids's album and since then, the two of you grew really close. Of course Chan was a busy person, but he mad time for you whenever he could and never got mad at you for anything. Not even your clingy and sometimes overcaring personality, which had been a big problem in your previous relationships, bothered him. Or so you thought.

You were currently in the Kitchen of your apartment to make yourself breakfast. Chan stayed over last night to which you decieded, it would be for the best to sleep a little longer, and stay longer at work, even though you've still got to pack your things since you'll be moving soon.

You opened the fridge to get out some blueberries and other stuff, when you saw the Lunch made for Chan sitting in it, untouched.

You frowned and took your phone out, to notify him that you'll stop by at the studio to drop it off.

You let out a sigh and put your phone in your bag. I should just get over and drop it off, you thought to yourself and made your way down the hallway, between some boxes you've packed, while waiting for a reply the past hour. You stepped out the door, greeted by the shivering cold winter air and made your way to the studio, with your bag in one and chan's lunch in the other hand.

By the time you arrived at the building, you were freezing cold, mentally cursing yourself for not taking the car. You stepped inside the building, greeted by your co-workers. You gretted them back, making your way to the studio, knocking on the door once. No respond. You knocked twice. Again no respond. You decied to just let yourself in.

When you stepped in the room, you find a busy chan, howering over his Laptop, aggressivly clicking on his keyboard.

"Hey Babe, I texted you earlier but you didn't respond..you forgot your Lunch at my apartment, so I thought I'll bring it over" you said, and put the lunch next to him on his desk, with a smile on your face, which immediately dropped, when he just ignored you. You decided to shrug it off and came behind his chair, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"What are you working on?" No respond. "Chris do you hear what I say?" you ask and stare at him, but he just continues typing on his Lapotop. "Chris-" "Jesus fucking Christ Y/n, can't you just leave me alone?!" He bursted out and turned to you in his chair "But I-" you try to explain, just to be interrupted by him again "DON'T YOU GET THE HINT?!?" he yells, and you instantly stiff "Obviously I'm hearing what you say I'M NOT FUCKING DEAF OKAY?! I'm just ignoring you because I'm trying to have some alone time and do my fucking work without you constantly breathing down my neck!! Can't I just have like 5 minutes of alone time without your clingy ass being right here, next to me, like always asking me stupid questions and breakthing down my neck!?? And your overly caring personality is really getting too much, ever thought I left the Lunch there on purpose??? Or that I don't have time to constantly check my phone because I actually have work to do?????? Get you clingyness under control and LEAVE. ME. ALONE."

You didn't know what to say. You didn't even know if you should say something. You've never seen him like that. He sounded really mad, and you couldn't help but tremble and blinking your eyes so no tears could escape, but they did and didn't get unnoticed by Chan. "And here comes the river.." he sighed out and rubbed the bridge of his nose. You sobbed your cries in and turned around to leave, only mumbling out a weak "I'm sorry..." before rushing out of the room, running towards the exist, when you bump into Felix.

"Um Y/n is everything okay?" he asks, genuily worried but you just smile at him and nod, before hurrying to get home.

You just wanted to stay in bed for the rest of the day, but you couldn't even do that because you had to pack you things.

It's so cruel.

Everything is so cruel.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾✧༺🖤༻✧✧༺🖤༻✧✧༺🖤༻✧☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

[fatkish]

Demon Child Pt. 1

You are a half demon who was found by none other than Tanjiro Kamado. You had been living in a small hut all on your own. The hut was in a forest and Tanjiro had been sent out near there to slay a demon. You had been catching and eating mice and other small creatures since it was all you knew. That night, you had gone out to try and catch food when you stumbled upon Tanjiro who had just finished slaying a demon.

You are about 3-4 in age so you’re rather small but you have small fangs and claws as well as demonic eyes. The moment you saw Tanjiro, you turned and fled back into the forest, only for tanjiro to give chase. Tanjiro tried to call out to you and begged you to stop but you kept running. Eventually Tanjiro managed to get ahead of you and you ran right into him.

Tanjiro scooped you up only for you to try to bite him, but your attempts to make him let you go failed. So you began to cry in fear. Tanjiro could smell your fear and understood that you were scared.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright, I’m not gonna hurt you okay? Are you out here all alone? Where are your parents?”

You had difficulty understanding what he was saying but going off the kind vibes coming from the guy, you decided to trust him. Tanjiro asked you to show him where you came from. When he put you down, you tugged on his clothes and led him back to your hut. Not really understanding him, but wanting to take your new friend home with you, you guided him back to your hut.

To say your little hut was in bad shape would be an understatement. The walls had long begun to rot away. The floor was a mess and was constantly wet from rain and the roof was barely holding itself together and was beginning to cave in. The were obvious signs of attempted patching but twigs and grass can only do so much.

You went over to the corner and picked up a mouse that you had caught as well as two fish you had caught in the river. You toddled over to Tanjiro with the 3 items and offered them to him. Tanjiro thought you were simply showing them to him but when you shoved the mouse into your mouth he was horrified. He realized you were attempting to offer him food and that this is what you ate, he immediately stoped you.

“Spit that out, please don’t eat that! That’s not good!” He grabbed your little hands and you spit out the mouse into his hands. Tanjiro cringed but grabbed your hands and decided to cook the fish for you since you seemed hungry. You watched as he built and lit a fire before skewering the fish on sticks and putting them on the fire after it died down a little.

You decided to sit down next to him and watch the beautiful flames, as this was your first time seeing fire. Tanjiro also had to swat your hand away and teach you not to touch fire. After a while, he pulled one of the fish off of the fire before handing it to you. “Be careful, it’s hot okay?” He watched as you stared at the fish before biting into it. Your first reaction was to squeal as you kicked your little legs in delight. Tanjiro chuckled, guessing that this was your first time eating cooked fish.

You quickly ate the whole thing, even the bones. Tanjiro offered you the other fish which you looked at, and then pushed towards him. Tanjiro smiled and pushed it back to you only to start a small game of pushing it towards each other. Tanjiro then sighed and split the fish in half, giving you one half that you happily took once you saw him start to eat his. After you were full, you crawled over to him and laid your head on his lap before curling up and falling asleep.

Seeing you asleep, Tanjiro lifted you into his arms and decided to bring you back to the butterfly estate to help figure out what to do with you. When the sun came up, he was able to accurately see your demonic features but seeing as you weren’t burning in the sun, he decided that maybe you weren’t bad. When he got to the butterfly mansion he immediately brought you to Shinobu who looked you over before concluding that you were likely only half demon.

She told Tanjiro that she would have to inform the master of your existence and that you would likely have to undergo a trial to see if you were dangerous or to see if you would attack people. Fearing the worst, Tanjiro begged Shinobu to protect you from the other hashira. Shinobu and Tanjiro were unaware that Ubuyashiki had already known of you since last night and had called a meeting with the pillars.

A crow flew in from the window and told Shinobu and Tanjiro to bring you to the main estate. While you slept, Tanjiro and Shinobu brought you to the main estate. Once you were nearly there, you woke up to find yourself in Tanjiro’s arms. You made a noise similar to that of a chirp to gain his attention. “Oh, you’re awake? Hello there, my name is Shinobu, what’s yours?” You just stared at Shinobu not seeming to understanding a word she said.

“I don’t think they can talk miss Shinobu.” Tanjiro replied as you played with his earrings. As they got closer to the gates of the main estate someone called out to them. “Young Kamado! Shinobu! It’s nice to see you!” Rengoku shouted as he walked over to them. “And who might this be?!” He questioned as his golden eyes met yours. You turned in Tanjiro’s arms and made grabby hands at Rengoku.

Rengoku took you from Tanjiro and held you as you stared up at him in awe. You felt his hair and touched his cheeks, thinking he was on fire. As they continued to walk towards the pillar meeting, they conversed. “It would seem as though this child is a demon! Or at the very least is partly a demon! Are you collecting them young Kamado?” Rengoku asked as you watched in fascination. Rengoku held his finger up to you which you grabbed and began to inspect his whole hand.

“I’m not Mr. Rengoku, I just found them and I couldn’t leave them all on their own. They were eating mice and raw fish. I couldn’t let them continue to live like that” Tanjiro explained. Kyojuro only laughed as you stuck your fingers in his mouth and played with his hair. You were rather entertained, until you saw something shiny.

As Rengoku, Shinobu and Tanjiro reached the other pillars, your eyes zeroed in on Uzui’s shiny forehead protector and you immediately made grabby hands for him. You began to squirm in Kyojuro’s arms and wanted to get a closer look at the shiny man’s dangling beads. “Hey Kyojuro, what’s with the little squirt? You babysitting or something, that’s not that flashy” the man said before noticing your obvious stares and grabby hands.

No one expecting you to jump out of Kyojuro’s arms and latch onto Tengen. Whilst Kyojuro laughed and Tanjiro was scared for you, you just climbed up Tengen’s shirt and held onto him as you began to play with his dangling bead strands like a cat. “Well this kid can certainly jump.” Tengen said as he looked down at you, he wrapped his arms around you and let you play with and inspect his beads.

“Oh my, what an adorable child, Tengen, are they yours? Did you finally have kids? Oh so cute!” Mitsuri squealed. “What no! They’re not my kid! Kyojuro brought them” Upon hearing the noise, you looked down and saw a pretty lady. You then jumped down from Tengen and waddled over to Mitsuri. As the pillars began to talk amongst themselves, you wandered around, blissfully unaware of the Serpent pillar keeping an eye on you.

You bumped into something hard, looking up you saw a giant. Wanting to be tall too, you tugged on the giant’s pant leg, before making grabby hands and grunting. Gyomei looked down at you before scooping you up into his massive arms. You squealed in delight, making Gyomei chuckle. “Hello little one, you seem to be lost. But fear not, I will look after you” Gyomei walked over towards the others with you snuggled in his arms. You stretched and yawned as you decided to curl up in Gyomei’s warm arms.

By the time the rest of the Hashira got there, you were starting to fall asleep in Gyomei’s arms. “Does anyone know why the hell we’re here?” Sanemi questioned as he arrived. As he walked up to the others he noticed Tanjiro, he was about to say something when he noticed you snuggled into Gyomei’s arms. “What the hell is that thing! Is that another f-cking demon?!?” Sanemi shouted as he saw you.

Sanemi was about to grab his sword when Tanjiro got in front of Gyomei to defend you. “Don’t you even think about hurting them! I won’t let you touch them!” Tanjiro shouted. “Oi brat! Get the hell out of my way!” Sanemi tried to get passed Tanjiro but Tanjiro wouldn’t let up. “Sanemi, they’re only half demon, they aren’t a full demon, otherwise they’d be burning up in the sun light.” Shinobu said in an attempt to keep the peace.

“I don’t give a shit!” Sanemi shouted. All the yelling had started to wake you up. You started to move in Gyomei’s arms only to see Sanemi and get scared of him. You could sense his anger and it terrified you, not to mention how scary he looked to you. You started to cry and the others looked at Sanemi seeing as he’s the one who scared you. You were crying as Gyomei shushed you and rubbed your back. “Shh it’s alright little one. Namu Amida Butsu. You’re safe” Gyomei managed to calm you down as you snuggled into him.

As Sanemi was about to start up again, the Ubuyashiki children led their father out and announced his arrival. “The master has arrived.” They said in unison. All the Hashira as well as Tanjiro bowed to Kagaya. You looked up at this man and felt at peace in his presence. “Greetings my children, it is such a wonderful day, I thank you all for coming out on such short notice.” Kagaya said softly.

“Greetings master! We vehemently hope and pray for your family’s good fortune and health!” Kyojuro shouted. You looked up at Kagaya from Gyomei’s arms and crawled out of his arms. You looked up at Kagaya and began to try to climb onto the engawa but you were too short. “My children, I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve gathered you here. It has come to my attention that young Tanjiro Kamado has found a half human, half demon child. I asked that he bring them here today so that we can figure out whether or not they are a danger to us and what should be done with them” Kagaya explained.

“Of course they’re a danger to us. After all they’re half demon! I’ll prove it!” Sanemi shouted. He got up and started to walk towards you only for you to scream and cry as you tried to run away from him. Sanemi managed to grab you before you scampered off and hauled you onto the engawa before cutting himself and shoving his arm in front of you. You screamed and dove behind Kagaya and held onto him as you cried.

“Oh my.” Kagaya said as Sanemi and Obanai were about to act in order to protect him from you. You cried into Kagaya’s legs as you tried to hide. “There there, you’re alright.” Kagaya said as he gently pat your head. You looked up at him before looking at Sanemi as you hid behind Kagaya. You slowly came out from behind Kagaya and approached Sanemi with teary eyes. You looked at the cut on his arm before gently grabbing his arm and licking the cut.

Sanemi was about to say that you were dangerous before you licked his shirt and started to wipe your tongue on his sleeves to get rid of the taste of his blood. You had a look of absolute disgust on your face. “See I told you that they are dangerous! Now I’ll end them” before Sanemi could pull out his blade you pointed at his arm and said “ I fix.” Everyone looked at you, then at Sanemi. You then repeated the words, I fix. Sanemi looked down at his arm and saw that the cut was gone.

“What happened?” Kagaya asked. “The half demon child licked Sanemi’s arm where the cut was and healed it.” His children answered. “I see. That settles it, it seems as though this child is harmless and has the power to heal. But I do believe that we should keep an eye on them to ensure that they don’t become a danger to anyone” Kagaya said. “Yes master.” “If that’s the case, then what shall we do with the child?” Shinobu asked.

“We could all take turns looking after them, after all, they’re so cute.” Mitsuri said. “I agree” Kagaya said. “It’s decided, you each will take turns looking after the child” Kagaya said. “But wait, what’s their name? Does anyone even know that, we can’t simply keep calling them ‘the child’” Obanai said. Everyone looked at you and you just stared back at them. “My dear child, do you have a name?” Kagaya asked. He pointed at himself before saying “Kagaya” he them pointed to you. You looked at him and pointed at yourself, “y/n” you said.

“What a fitting name, y/n” Kagaya said. You waddled over to Kagaya and tugged on his yukata while you looked up at him. “Hm? What is it little one?” Kagaya asked as he gently pet your head. “I fix?” You spoke questioningly as you looked up at Kagaya. “Are you asking to try and fix me? How kind of you, you can try” Kagaya said as he knelt down to your height. You then licked your hand, making sure to get it wet before smacking him across the face.

The Hashira all shouted at you and Obanai and Sanemi were about to grab you. They were all shocked at your actions. Kagaya slowly blinked his eyes as his vision cleared up and the purple marks on his face receded. “I- I can see again.” Kagaya stated shocked. He looked down at you and smiled before thanking you profusely. He even bowed to you where you just pat his head. You then yawned and crawled off the side of the engawa before going over to Gyomei and asking to be picked up.

Gyomei picked you up and told the others that he would take the first turn of looking after you. They all agreed to that and simply decided to let you choose who you stayed with. You curled up in Gyomei’s arms and fell asleep to regain your energy. After the meeting Gyomei left but made sure to say goodbye to everyone before heading back to his estate. He was sure that Genya would be happy to have you around.

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[hotchner-edu]

Silly Hotchner | Aaron Hotchner

Synopsis: When the BAU team and local investigators loiter by your hideaway, you're forced to speed up their investigation.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Mermaid!F!Reader

Warnings: aaron points a gun at r for a few seconds oops

For the past two days there’s been a disturbance at the bank of the river near your favorite hideout. Normally, you wouldn’t be as reckless when it comes to the surface dwellers, but you were starting to get antsy.

The sky was brightening again after a peaceful night, and like clockwork, the group of surface dwellers were starting to gather, staring at the edge of the tree line and back toward the water. This time, you see a few new faces joining in.

Swimming upstream into the wide river and slowly drawing closer to where the group of people are, you hear their distorted voices from under the water.

Peeking your head up so your eyes were above the water’s surface, you hide yourself behind one of the tall rocks.

“I'm Agent Hotchner. You said that witnesses saw him here?” You hear a stern voice echo around the clearing. Looking over, you see a tall man, hands on his hips, as he talks to some of the other surface dwellers.

"Hikers said they saw a boy in a baseball cap throw a duffel bag into the water before running off." The man he's talking to explains, gesturing to the still river.

The handsome man— Agent Hotchner nods along and gazes out into the water as well. "Right. Well, we'll need to comb through the river floor to try and find the bag. It may give us an idea of how our unsub is operating."

"My boys have been on that since yesterday, but the river's too deep and the bottom is filled with jagged rocks. The duffel bag could be lodged between some stones." The other man sighs, running a hand over his forehead.

"Divers?"

"They won't be getting in until tomorrow, something about a shortage in oxygen tanks."

Agent Hotchner looks deep in thought as he squats down by the edge of the river. "Any chance the bag could have been carried downstream and into the ocean?"

"It's unlikely. The river doesn't get much movement, and the bag would be trapped by the rocks if it were weighted." The other man explains, looking exhausted. "Well, I have to get back down to the station. The parents of the last girl who turned up are coming in. Let me know if you and your team need anything."

You watch as the other man leaves quickly, allowing Agent Hotchner to do some more thinking. As his eyes dart around the length of the river, your eyes widen when his gaze finds yours. Immediately popping back down into the water, you quickly begin swimming back in the direction of the ocean.

Nothing good could come out of meeting a surface dweller.

However, as you're shooting through the water, a large black object grabs your attention. It's resting against one of the stones, strap caught under a different rock.

If this was the object the surface dwellers were searching for, giving it to them would allow them to leave the area sooner than later and you could return to your hideout.

Reaching for the object, you're taken aback by how hefty it is. Tugging it hard, you manage to free it from under the second rock, and you carefully try to lift it. It would be a slow endeavor to move it toward somewhere shallower, but you were sure that Agent Hotchner wouldn't do anything drastic in that time.

Cautiously, you tug it behind you by the strap, swimming back toward the area where the surface dwellers were gathered. When you approach your previous watching spot, you brave another peek into the surface.

Nobody was paying any mind to the water currently as they seemed to be staring down at the dirt by the trees, pointing into the distance and talking. Knowing that this was your window of opportunity, you swing the bag forward and push it toward the edge of the river, letting the soaked object lay halfway on the grass.

As you go to shove it fully out of the water, you perk up as you feel a presence near you. Turning your head to the side, your eyes widen as you see Agent Hotchner staring down at you, gaze inscrutable as he points something at you.

"Who are you? This area is under investigation." His tone is deceivingly calm with an edge of caution that made your mind scream for you to get away.

You stare at the object he's pointing at you. It was an odd shape, and his finger was resting on a hook on its underside. He sees you staring at it in wonder, slowly lowering it the longer he studies you.

"Bag..." your voice comes out like a whisper as you shyly point to the object you dredged up.

He seems speechless for a second before tucking the object by his side and sighing.

"Thank you, but you shouldn't be diving down there all alone. It's dangerous." He steps forward and squats down a little, extending his hand toward you. "Here, let's get you out of there first, and then I'll have someone take you home."

You let out an amused giggle and poke his hand gently before shaking your head, slowly drifting further back into the river. "Silly, Agent Hotchner."

Aaron watches as you sink back into the water, disappearing from sight like you were never even there to begin with. As you swim further away, you can hear the distorted voices of the other surface dwellers stumbling upon the bag too.

To your luck, finding the bag at the bottom of the river for the surface dwellers led to the outcome you had hoped for. As you're playing with the trinkets in your hideout, you freeze as you hear a muffled voice above the river.

You wondered why surface dwellers would be by the river again, especially since it was dark out now. Peeking out from your hideout, you hear the voice again.

A familiar deep voice reaches you. "Are you here?"

Smiling a bit, you swim up toward the surface and peek your head out from the water. "Silly Hotchner?"

By the edge of the water, Agent Hotchner is standing there in much more casual clothes. Much to your relief, he was alone.

"You're still here." He says in a bit of surprise.

Nodding, you swim closer to him. "What are you?" He asks under his breath, more to himself than to you.

When you don't answer, he shakes his head a little to snap out of his stupor. "I just... I wanted to come back to thank you for finding the duffel bag."

You beam brightly at this. "Did you find who you were looking for?"

"We're close." He nods, sitting down beside your arms as they leaned on the edge of the grass.

"What was that... thing earlier?" Your voice comes out with an air of naivete as you ask him.

Agent Hotchner furrows his brows a little and frowns. "Thing?"

You lift your arms to extend in front of you, mimicking how he was holding the object. Realization dawns across his face and he allows a small, sheepish smile to flit across his lips. "That was a gun."

"Gun?" The word slides off your tongue with a stilted tone, your unfamiliarity with the object clear.

He nods and his voice grows softer, greatly juxtaposing the tone he was using when he first saw you. "It is used to hurt people and animals. If you see someone else pointing one at you in the future, try to get away if you can."

"I've always heard that surface dwellers were dangerous. I guess that's true." You respond softly, watching him with curious eyes.

"Surface dwellers?" He echoes in confusion, mind already working a mile a minute to process the current situation.

Nodding, you contemplate the idea running through your head for a moment. "You can't tell anyone else. Promise?"

He nods and watches you carefully, expression shifting when you lift yourself a little more and kick your tail up to break through the water. His eyes stare in shock at the glimmering scales decorating your tail, winking at him under the moonlight.

The sudden reveal has his eyes widening owlishly, his mouth falling open in a small gape. "You're beautiful..." He whispers in awe.

"You're pretty too." You reply quickly, sinking back down into the water.

He looks taken aback for a second, but immediately looks down with a grin as he shakes his head. "I thought I was imagining things when I first saw you."

"Well, we usually stray away from surface dwellers."

"Is that what we're called?" He muses rhetorically, keeping his eyes on you. "Do you live in this river?"

Shaking your head, you glance back toward the water. "Not really. I just like it here. I live out there most of the time." You point further out toward the ocean.

He nods and looks up at the sky, studying the stars. "I don't live here either."

"Where do you live, Silly Hotchner?" You ask quietly, propping your head on your hand as you admire him. This seems to amuse him as he shakes his head and chuckles breathlessly.

"You can call me Aaron. That's my name. People only call me Hotchner when I'm working."

Nodding in understanding, you play with the blades of grass in front of you. "Aaron... do you live far from here?"

He nods and yawns a little. "Yeah... I live pretty far from here."

You can't help but deflate at that, a pout overtaking your face. "Oh."

"Why? What's wrong?" He asks with a gentle voice, attention now solely on you again.

"That means I won't see you again, right? After you catch who you're looking for." Your voice is small, now knowing the feeling of companionship filling your heart was fleeting.

His eyebrows furrow again, something that seemed common for him, and his face softens. "Do you want to see me again?"

Nodding a bit bashfully, you rip some of the grass under your fingers. "It's been a long time since I've talked to someone else."

Aaron seems to consider this for a second, and he reaches out to rest his hand on yours. "I have a son. His name is Jack, and I think he'd like to meet you."

Snapping your eyes to meet his, you grin widely and nod. "Will you both come then?"

Chuckling a bit, he nods too. "Yes, as long as you don't stray too far from here."

Humming to yourself softly, you mentally go over your plans for the upcoming seasons. "I'm going to stay here until snow falls on the trees again."

Aaron looks around the perimeter of the treeline and agrees steadily to your silent request. "Yes, I think it'll be good for us to come visit before the winter."

A chilling breeze whistles past the swaying tree branches and curls around Aaron's seated figure, his warm hand clutching yours a bit as he shivers. "It's cold. You should go back." You suggest, satisfied with his promise to return in the near future.

He looks a bit hesitant before conceding as goosebumps paint along the length of his arms despite being sheltered by his zip-up. As he starts rising from his spot, you gasp a little. "Oh wait, before you go." You wait for him to pause and look at you questioningly before you dart back under the water and toward your hideaway.

Hurrying through the little hole-in-a-wall shelter, you nab a shiny trinket you fished from the ocean a while back. Returning to the surface, you hold out the object with a smile.

"A gift." You explain to Aaron as he crouches down to take it from your hand.

He holds it up to catch the moonlight, admiring the little crystal chunk. "Thank you, sweetheart."

"It's one of my favorites." You explain with a shy grin, happy that he seems pleased with it. "So make sure to come back soon."

He chuckles a little and runs his fingers along to pockets and grooves of the crystal. "Trying to bribe me?"

"Is it working?"

Shaking his head fondly, he pockets the trinket. "I'll bring you something in return when I come back. Now remember what I told you?"

Nodding, you proudly recite the lesson you'd learned. "Stay away from guns."

Smiling in fondness, he leans over to swipe his thumb against your cheek. "Attagirl."

[alicedrawslesmis]

(sorry this is from a week ago but) Wait, what's going on right now that's complicated with Amazonian farmers' land rights?

Not farmers, indigenous people

See, recently they put a new law through congress that severely reduces indigenous land to the borders established during the late dictatorship, or immediately post-dictatorship, in 1988. An absolute joke of a border that was dreamed up by some military assholes. People in america may recognize this type of society from the times of westward expansion and think this is a thing of the past because for you guys it is. But here it is a reality. Murder is rampant. The reach of the law is incredibly limited. Government is just too weak and landowners basically run things. THAT'S WHY it's so important to donate directly to the native peoples instead of random NGOs because native people are fucking there and the more power they hold in the land the safer the land will be from agroindustrial expansion.

Well the law was vetoed by the the president and the Supremo Tribunal Federal, aka supreme federal court, labeled it as unconstitutional. Which it is, because our 1988 constitution describes native american land rights in some of its first articles. We thought this would be it for the law

But then the senate (that already overrepresents landowners in rural states) just went along and approved it anyway. I had no idea they could approve something unconstitutional. The progressives and particularly the socialists are fighting this in court. But it happens that for now the legal border is the severely reduced version.

Doesn't mean they'll just give up, because as it happens we don't have any stand your ground laws so even if you own a piece of land, you cannot legally speaking just shoot everyone there. Or attack or threaten them in any way. They'll just have long legal battles individually for the rights to occupy land based on use. Also the Xingu national park, the largest preserved land of the Amazon described as 'larger than Belgium', is being encroached by huge farms that are poisoning their water supply. The border is Visible. I'll try to find video of it but essentially you have a forest and a desert separated by a strict line.

Just last week in the south of Bahia (not the Amazon, let me explain more about the Amazon situation in a bit) Hãhãhãe leadership Nega Muniz Pataxó was shot and killed by an armed militia group that invaded and occupied the Caramuru territory.

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The situation in the Amazon, specifically the yanomami territory in Roraima our northernmost state, aka deep forest, is more dire than average given difficulty of access, sheer size, and government abandonment. It's a place that depends on government aid for medicine. It's land that is being systematically invaded by gold miners, pandemic, toxins from nearby farmlands, wood extraction etc. (wood extration is rampant everywhere tho). Early 2023 saw a massive federal government operation by now president Lula to empty the mines and try to look for where funding comes from. Yanomami land is still being invaded to this day, the struggle is ongoing.

The yanomamis need support right now more than any other. Last year saw a massive heat wave that (well, one, caused a girl named Ana Clara Machado to die during the Taylor Swift concert. This is unrelated but I feel like not enough foreign media covered this, Taylor even lied about it as well.) dried up a lot of rivers, killed a LOT of fresh water animals including an unprecedented amount of pink dolphins. Access that was already hard became damn near impossible without boats. I cannot overstate how many pink dolphins were found dead.

Another technique that landowners use to clear space for farms is to just set things on fire and then occupy the empty land, which they legally can do to land that was naturally burned in a forest fire. It happened that Pantanal, another national park of swampland, was massively devastated by fires last year too

this article is from 2020, the year that the worst fire happened, but in 2023 there was another one. It's been happening yearly now due to a) deliberate action and b) climate change aggravation.

And this is not nearly all. Just off the top of my head. If you speak portuguese I recommend following the APIB or the COIAB on instagram to keep up with the news. The FUNAI is the government branch of indigenous organization, but it's not generally that well liked. Still.

[randxmthxughts]

Captain Save a Hoe - Tsu'tey x Avatar!Reader

i know, i know, the title...

summary: grumpy tsu’tey having to take care of a clumsy avatar!reader, and eventually warming up to her // tsu'tey being a captain-save-a-hoe for 1.7k words straight

wc: 1.7k

a/n: basically, i didn't know where to go with this, so i'm posting it like a blurb bc you guys told me to. there won't be a continuation to this, i just love grumpy tsu'tey, he's so hot

masterlist

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“Watch your feet,” Tsu’tey throws an angry glance at you, as you stumble through the thick bushes, trying to catch up to him.

Tsu’tey didn’t like dreamwalkers, hell, he almost killed one a few years back, if he hadn’t been stopped. But Tsu’tey especially didn’t like the ones that were awkward and weak in their disguised bodies, asking stupid questions, and constantly getting themselves into trouble. So of course, he was angry when Jake ordered him to keep an eye on you.

“Tsu’tey,” you breathe out, “Please wait for me.”

Despite the strength that your new body possesses, you struggle to keep up with Tsu’tey, feeling like a helpless child in comparison. He walks fast, treating this like another mission that he desperately wants to get over with. Tsu’tey doesn’t really care that Jake welcomed you into the clan for the help you offered. Or that the maps you've made could save the Omaticaya from future attacks by the sky people. What are a few more attacks on him? Tsu’tey relished in destroying the massive flying ships, he could go against them without your help any day. 

From the moment you embarked on your journey to the science facility to retrieve some of your equipment, it seemed like Tsu’tey’s luck had run out. As if for some reason Eywa had cursed him, making his journey with you longer and tiresome.

At first, he resented the idea of sharing his direhorse with you, since you hadn’t learned how to ride one yet. He also hated how you would cling to his middle, whenever he sped up, and restricted his movements. If only you had kept quiet, he could have tolerated you more, but instead, you occasionally tried to pry into his past.

“So, why don’t you have a mate?”

“She was killed by one of your demons.”

“Oh.”

Two hours in, Tsu’tey decided to stop by the river to give his horse a short break. As you crouched down by the water, examining the way it bubbled, Tsu’tey observed you in silence. He thought you were strange-looking, but not like Jake. To him, Jake was ugly. You had something intriguing about your appearance. Pretty, although Tsu’tey had a hard time getting used to it. But the compliment he wanted to grant you was immediately pushed to the back of his mind when he heard your frightened scream. You noticed an arachnoid crawling up your thigh and shrieked out of fear, violently shaking your leg to get it off. Spooked by your sudden outburst, the horse loudly neighed and fled through the air. Tsu’tey quickly jumped to his feet, but when he saw the reason for your shrieks, he felt his blood boil. In your defense, you had heard stories of poisonous arachnids of Pandora and you weren’t taking any chances.

So here you are, trudging along behind, with ears pressed flat against your skull. Tsu’tey had scolded you, blaming your weak spirit for the consequences. Since you were too far from the Hometree, and the horse was long gone, you had to continue the rest of the journey on foot. Which meant more hours spent with you. 

The silence that follows is almost unbearable, broken only by the sound of your footsteps and the occasional rustling of leaves. What Tsu’tey did not expect was for you to be so slow. He almost gave up on the plan, contemplating going back to the village and fetching another horse. He even entertained the thought of taming a palulukan in case of an attack. In the worst case, he'd end up dead and wouldn’t be forced to care for you for another minute.

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As the day wears on, and the sun starts to set, casting a warm orange glow on the surroundings, you decide to voice your concern.

“Do you think we’ll make it to the facility by night?”

Tsu’tey throws a glance at you over his shoulder, letting out a bitter chuckle. You grimace at his reaction. 

“Got it,” you bite your lip.

He comes to a stop, and begins scanning the area around him. You wait for further clarification but he ignores you completely, then starts gathering twigs into a small cone.

“We will camp for the night,” he finally says, gesturing at you, “Gather some more, and stay here. I will be back soon.”

You discover that ‘soon’ meant different things to you and Tsu’tey. While you assumed he would be out hunting, the chilly air made you decide to start the fire and keep an eye on it, so it doesn’t die out. You hadn’t realized how tired you were, the warmth radiating from the small fire was making your eyelids droopy. You tried to resist sleep to prove to Tsu’tey that you were capable, but you couldn't hold out much longer, nestling on the ground.

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Tsu’tey nudges you awake with a gentle touch, and you catch a whiff of a delicious aroma. As you open your eyes, you see him crouching in front of you, holding a piece of meat wrapped in leaves. Your mouth waters at the sight, and you eagerly take it from his hands and devour it. Tsu’tey can't help but chuckle, as he watches the satisfied grin spread across your face.

“Slow down,” he says softly, motioning for you to take a seat next to him, closer to the fire.

You watch him roast a smaller piece of meat and put it in his mouth. Instead of savoring the taste, Tsu’tey chews on it while continuing cutting up more pieces. You feel a little guilty that he prepares food for the both of you but doesn’t take a moment to enjoy it.

“Can I help?” you ask, moving closer to him.

He doesn’t answer, instead pointing to the knife on your belt. When you take it out, Tsu’tey pierces a piece of meat on the sharp tip, and motions for you to hold it over the fire. You follow his orders, watching the meat slowly cook as the aroma hits your nostrils and your stomach grumbles. 

This must be the first time he sees you do something right. Tsu’tey nods approvingly as he watches you carefully turn the meat over the fire, your knife skillful in your hands. A comfortable silence hangs over you, as you both start eating.

“We will continue our journey early in the morning,” he breaks the silence, “We must move quickly and return back as fast as we can. ‘Don’t want to camp out in the forest for another night, it can be dangerous.”

You only nod, agreeing with his plan. It was rare for him to keep you informed anyway, so you weren’t going to doubt Tsu’tey.

“You don’t trust that I can help, do you?”

“I am not sure,” he admits, “But if Toruk Makto trusts you, I can give you a chance to prove yourself.”

“Your prejudice against me is ironic,” you scoff, “Jake was just like me once, before becoming Toruk Makto.”

“Not just like you,” Tsu’tey chuckles, shaking his head, “You are too weak.”

“I am smart,” you argue. 

Tsu’tey hums in agreement. There is some truth to his words, you have shown weakness. Adapting to a completely new environment, getting used to another culture, suddenly being forced into hours of physical activity that you weren’t committed to. At times, it would get too much but the support of the clan was all the validation you needed to stay.

“I know you don’t believe me, but I’ll do anything to help your people,” you face him with new confidence, he hasn’t seen in you yet.

“You betray your own?” Tsu’tey frowns.

“I have no other choice. They are destroying everything because of greed,” you shake your head in disappointment. He nods.

“And your family? You left them too?”

“I don’t have one,” a bitter chuckle escapes from your lips, “They don’t claim me anymore. And I don’t claim them.”

“So they disowned you?”

“Pretty much,” you shrug, “They think that I am betraying them because I want to protect the life on Pandora.”

“It must take great strength to go against your family,” Tsu’tey compliments you.

You shy away from his softened gaze, warm feeling spreading in your chest from the kind words. It was tough to be one of the engineers who worked for RDA and had to betray them. But you couldn’t stand the idea of contributing to the destruction they were causing. It was why you first found Jake and warned him about the impending danger. And it was then when you first felt welcomed by the clan, cared for.

Now, you needed to sneak back into the facility and retrieve the equipment you left to track the future attacks. Tsu’tey was assigned to accompany you since it was dangerous to go alone. Even though most of the team at the facility shared similar opinions and wouldn't stop you, there was still a risk of encountering RDA guards. Getting caught would mean you could never return.

As the night wears on and the fire grows smaller and smaller, you and Tsu’tey continue to talk. You’re surprised by how he opens up to you, and how he doesn’t protest when you tell him about your past. Eventually, you feel your eyes growing heavy and your head nodding off to the side. Tsu’tey notices and stays up to keep an eye on you, making sure you’re safe while you sleep.

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When you wake up in the morning, you feel slightly restricted around your middle. You huff slightly, trying to move, as you realize that Tsu’tey is sleeping beside you, with his leg thrown over yours, and his arms wrapped around you. The closeness of his body sends a flush of heat to your cheeks, and you feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“Tsu’tey,” you nudge him, “Wake up.”

It doesn’t take much to rouse him. You guess that, as a warrior, he was trained to be sensitive to sounds around him. Tsu’tey grunts heavily before blinking a few times, adjusting his eyes to the light. When he realizes how close your face is to his, he almost recoils.

"For someone who seems to hate me, you're very protective," you tease him, patting his arms playfully.

“Mhm, couldn’t risk you rolling into the fire in your sleep,” he grumbles, freeing you from his grasp.

[hippyfem]

Have you noticed how common it is becoming for men to remind women of how much we don't matter compared to anything else, and we should be grateful for our existence? I see this every time a woman does something that gets her any amount of attention, immediately it will be "who cares" and in any news story where something bad happens to a woman, men will immediately come in the with their "cry me a river" comments.

An example is a story I recently saw of two sisters, one had saved the others life when she was attacked by a crocodile. She had punched the crocodile in the face and it went away. I think that is incredible, that she had such a strong instinct to protect her sister even by risking her own life. But there was virtually no praise in any comment. It was all men saying the "felt sorry for the crocodile" and "just punched an innocent creature in the face" I love animals sure, but a woman's life comes first and I thought that was a given. It so clearly indicated how much they under value our lives. It doesn't matter if a woman is brutally killed, as along as she doesn't interfere with the existence of anything else.

Another example is a story of a disabled woman with spinal muscular atrophy, so she could not go anywhere without a wheelchair, complained that AirCanada had failed to provide a exit tunnel to get of an airplane and she had been carried down the stairs by staff who were not trained with dealing with someone is her very fragile condition and she was scared she would be hurt. Not only were there a few negative comments, but people, mostly men, (and all fully able to walk on two legs) absolutely piled on her. There were hundreds of them, they commented on the news site then went on her Instagram for the sole purpose of commenting more hate. Most of the comments I noticed were decrying her for being "ungrateful. " someone said "thank you to all the nice men who carried me" is what you should have said. "" why didn't she make a video where she thanked every one of the staff" horrible abelist comments like "why didn't you walk down the stairs" got 12000 likes, one was "in China, born disabled, get killed, be lucky you are breathing." which got over a 1000 likes. Most of the people who commented also mentioned how the men who had to carry her down the stairs were all working class. It's just so stupid how people can be empathetic toward specific categories of men who are disadvantaged but not a woman who literally can't walk or have any privacy. Some people also said they "felt sorry for the airline company" I thought that all the woke anti capitalist generation realised how much major coorperations suck? Well apparently they elicit more sympathy than a disabled woman.

Their obsession with us having to be silently grateful is the key thing. Men don't see this world is being for women, especially women who need extra help, it's for them and we should be grateful we are even allowed to exist.

It's not their world. Be as loud as you want to be. Your life does actually matter.

[deepestnightcolor]

Hi I love your writing!! Not sure if you take requests so please ignore this if you don’t!! What if Sam and reader were dating and then reader finds out about Sam/Penny liking each other in the past so they get kinda insecure and Sam reassures them

nsjhdwj thank you so, so much! <3

It really means the world to me to hear it! :) Thank you so much for your request as well, it was absolutely LOVELY to write. I hope you will enjoy it! Have a lovely day, dear anon~ <3

(Needless to say, I do take requests >:))

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x GN!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 1889 words

✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: a lil jealousy, a lil insecurity. it is mostly fluff, though. gentle kisses and all~

☾ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ ☽

The relationship between Sam and you had begun to blossom in the fall of your first year in Pelican Town. It had all started out quite simple; playing pool with the blond and Sebastian in the saloon turned into hanging out and playing video games together. Taking turns trying hard levels bled into fleeting touches and looking at one another longer than necessarily needed; until it all ended in a chaste kiss behind near the river. It hadn’t taken Sam much longer to show up on your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers, asking you to officially be with him.

Ever since, your relationship had grown like the crops on your fields – filling your heart with a deep, comfortable feeling of contentment and calm, something no one ever had managed up until the town. However, whenever Sam walked up to you, looking at you with these deep blue eyes filled with excitement and genuine happiness and smiling at you as if you were the first warm day in spring, you felt like you were at the right place, at the right time.

However, there was gossip in town. Little whispers, really, nothing you wouldn’t have expected living in a sleepy community like this. The gossip here was nothing more than a fleeting thought that was spoken out; here one moment, gone the next.

You had always promised yourself to not let these whispers stick to you, to just smile and forget about it. And so far you had done well; the most attention you had spent on anything that wasn’t rock solid was wondering how someone would come up with something like that.

In all seriousness, you just didn’t care for it. It rolled off your back like droplets of rain rolled off your raincoat.

You didn’t think a simple visit to Pierre’s would change that. You were standing in front of one of the shelves in the far back, looking at the different seasonal seeds in stock, considering trying out something new on the fields when you heard Marnie’s voice. It was hushed as it usually was when she was gossiping. Any other day, you would have just turned back to the bags in your hand, but today, you heard your boyfriend’s name. Much to your shame, your ears perked up almost immediately, and even worse, you actually tilted your head a little to catch what Marnie was saying.

“Yes, I am surprised he didn’t end up with Ms. Penny. The crushes they had were quite obvious, even my nephew picked up on it,” she hummed.

Another voice now answered with a hum, but when they talked, you were able to identify it as Mayor Lewis’s. “Even my old eyes picked up on it! I saw them at the bridge often, and I always thought Ms. Penny just waited for him to make the first move and she would have been all his.”

Your heart sank. Sam had had a crush on Penny? You furrowed your brows as you thought back, trying to remember if you ever had picked up on anything like that. Then it hit you – they had often hung out by the bridge together, and if you were honest, you had always felt a weird tension sizzle in the air between them.

Marnie again: “It is quite a shame, really. Jas told me that Ms. Penny looks a little sad when they pick up little Vincent. I think they would have made a good couple; she could have taught him a lot, I bet.”

“And maybe he would have helped her to get out of her shell a little. I thought they were a good match as well.”

You couldn’t take any more. You stepped out from between the shelves and almost ran to the till, slamming the bags onto the counter. “Just these, please,” you smiled at Pierre, loud enough for the hushed whispers behind you to stop.

“Thanks,” you murmured after you had been rung up, fleeing the general store without as much as a look in the two chatterboxes’ direction.

You had genuinely wanted to let go of what you had heard today. After all, Sam was with you now, and he seemed genuinely happy with you. Even now in his sleep, he was looking peaceful and content; his arm stretched out towards you as usual. Whenever you and Sam slept together, he had to touch you in some way. You didn’t mind that, in fact, it usually calmed you and lulled you into a deep slumber. Tonight, it didn’t help.

You had started thinking as soon as your conversation with Sam had faded as his breathing had grown heavier; a clear sign that he was drifting off to sleep.

Had you gotten in the middle of something between Sam and Penny?

Would he maybe be better off dating her?

Would he be happier with her?

Why did he choose to be with you when there seemingly was a spark, big enough for others to notice?

Penny, in all honesty, was not only a beautiful human but had an incredible personality at that. She was a catch, no doubt. Maybe you had ruined the best relationship Sam could have ever had, because what could you offer? You were a farmer, nothing more, nothing less. Doing work many considered as nothing but simple and dirty. Whereas Penny was always clean and well-kempt: being noble enough to try and give the town’s kids the best possible education. Trying to give your boyfriend’s little brother the best possible chances, for crying out loud!

Holy shit, you had probably ruined Sam’s life, what did he even see in you?

“Babe?” a groggy voice next to you asked, making you tense up. You had been so lost in your whirlwind of thoughts that you hadn’t even realized how much you had been tossing and turning. You tried to stay still, even out your breathing. Maybe he would just go back to sleep.

But you knew Sam better than that. And just as you had expected, two strong arms slowly snaked around you, pulling you into a warm chest. Sam’s hand found your hair, long fingers running through it just mere moments later. Sam knew you, sometimes better than you knew yourself, and he knew what to do when you were nervous. And even now in your state of inner turmoil it helped; you relaxed into his arms, and for a split second, your head was quiet.

“What’s wrong, baby? Bad dream?”

That was your chance. If you said yes now, he would probably cuddle you, caressing your hair until you fell asleep. Sleep sounded nice right about now.

“Did I ruin your chances with Penny? Would you rather be with her?”

The caressing stopped, and you could feel the mattress behind you shift. Was he leaving now?

The light switched on, and before you could say something else, you saw Sam’s face hover right over yours. His rough hand was placed on your cheek now, thumb caressing the skin gently as he peered into your eyes. All sleep had vanished now, replaced by honest concern and confusion.

 “Why would you think something like that?”

You bit around on your lower lip, looking away in embarrassment. “I heard Marnie and Lewis talk at Pierre’s today…They…they talked about the crush you had on Penny and the crush she had on you and how you would be a great match and how she is sad when she picks up Vincent now and-“

Noting how stupid you sounded, you stopped yourself, taking in a deep breath and not being able to stop yourself, “and it had me wondering, because I saw you hang out as well and Penny is so beautiful and kind and noble and she would have a good influence on you! And what am I, just a farmer, you have seen me in dirty clothes more often than in clean ones and-“

You looked at Sam helplessly, tears in the corner of your eyes. “And I just…Why did you choose me when you could have had her, Sam? Why didn’t you choose her? You could have…I…” The blond looked at you, patiently waiting for you to finish speaking.

Only when your stream of words had seemingly ceased did he lean in and press a soft kiss to your lips.

“Because Penny isn’t you, my love,” he murmured against the plush of your lips, looking into your eyes. His thumb was still caressing your cheek, allowing his other hand to lock together with yours.

“Yes, Penny is a good-hearted woman, and yes, I might have had a crush on her.  But you touched my heart in a way no one ever has. I fell in love with you, and I mean all of you. Your eyes; the way they light up when you’re proud or happy. The way you smile and the many different smiles you have. I love every single one. I love that you get dirty every day while doing what you love. I love that you give it your all every day.”

Sam kissed your nose carefully, his eyes peering into yours again.

“I love how careful you are with everything, especially with things that are dear to you. Yoba, I love the way your breathing sounds when you are next to me, I love the way you ramble to yourself when you are working on something and think no one can hear you. I love the random sounds you make. I love seeing you. I love being around you. I love you being mine. I love you.”

Sam kissed your lips again, holding onto your face. You looked up at him with teary eyes, hiding your face in his chest. The blond laid back down, carefully pulling you on top of him. He drew random patterns onto your back; mostly hearts and clouds and little stars.

“I remember the first actual date we went on. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was so close to just throwing up. Sebastian kept teasing me, asking me why I was nervous, I had been to the beach so often…” he kissed your head again, holding you a little tighter to his chest. “And then I saw you there. All bundled up in your winter clothes, and I asked myself why I had been so stupid to suggest a date on the beach in winter. But when you smiled at me…Shit, that was the moment I just knew that you were my one and only. And I wouldn’t want to live a life in which you weren’t.”

You sniffled a little, but smiled a little as you thought back to the date. You had, in fact, asked yourself why Sam would want to meet up at the beach in winter, but you could have never allowed yourself to pass up the opportunity.

You closed your eyes; taking in your boyfriend’s scent. He smelled like cotton and a hint of vanilla. Honestly, you found he smelled like home.

You could feel Marnie’s and Lewis’s voices quieten down, as did your worries.

Sam could feel you relax in your arms and slowly lifted your chin with two fingers.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Sam.”

“And tomorrow I will skate on the Mayor’s property.”

“No, Sam."

[towriteloveontheirarms]

Positively unstoppable (Halsin Silverbough x reader)

synopsis: It is the height of bear mating season and with the heat around all of you, you and your group are forces to stop traveling for a while. Well, it seems your lover is not quite comfortable telling you it is mating season as he is scared you are weirded out. Yet he also can´t hold himself back when faced with you.

warnings: p in v sex, mating press, Halsin in heat should be his own warning, some bear like behaviour ig, basically porn without plot, kinda fluff at the end, afab reader

word count: 1.5k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall @foxyanon

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A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon that requested Halsin in heat as soon as they saw my post about researching bear mating season for this <3

Dividers by me

The heat of the height of summer was burning down harsh upon your traveling bodies, bringing your party to a screeching halt when the only thing possible, was to put up camp and find a way to cool down your overheating forms. As soon as your tent is set up, you decide to head to the river nearby, wanting to cool down in the little lake it ended in.

Only after you rid yourself of the clothing and stepped into the water, you notice the towering form of Halsin sitting close by already, his eyes focused on the flow and movement of the river. From the movement of his shoulders, it was clear that he was breathing deeply, most likely meditating. For a moment you contemplate going over to him, but when you look back to where he sat Halsin was already gone. Or so you thought until the water began to ripple into small waves upon the druid stepping into it. He looks tense. More than usual and for sure more than the past couple of weeks, which honestly you didn´t think was possible.

“Are you feeling well? You have been behaving differently for quite some time now.” You voice your concern quietly as to not disturb the peace of the nature surrounding the two of you.

“I can assure you, that I am feeling quite alright.” His words hold relatively little meaning in the face of the way he borderline flinches away from your touch as you begin to run the water over his warm skin. Or the voice that comes out is gruff, yet you can feel his breath hitch just the slightest bit. Immediately you pulled your hands away from him, trying to see through him. A futile attempt so you take his hands in yours and look him deep in the eyes.

"Love, I would be fine even if you told me, you do not wish to talk about it, but just tell me truthfully. Are you alright?" Looking into his eyes, Halsin's pupils have swallowed almost all the green that surrounds them.

In what you perceive as just a sweet attempt to calm your worries, the tall man leans down to rest his forehead against yours, while holding your chin in one gentle hand.

"I am fine." He put emphasis on every word he speaks.

But you are so close and your scent so much stronger than the rest of the year, singing to him in the most irresistible tones. It all made the druid unable to keep himself from nuzzling your face and neck, thus eliciting a so far successfully held back moan and a shiver of arousal runs down your spine. A ripple of pleasure runs through your entire body when he begins to nibble on the tender skin.

"Halsin..." His name trembles from your tongue.

"You're mine." He only growls in return.

It's a rarely seen show of possession from your lover and all the more powerful whispered in the low baritone of his affected voice.

Halsin picks you up as if you weigh nothing and lays you in the grass at the riverbank and doesn't waste a second to crawl on top of you. With one swift motion he hooks his large, muscular arms into the hollow of your knees to lay them over his shoulders.

"Damn it, I cannot wait any longer. Your folds simply feel too immaculate." The druid breathes out the trembling words as he rubs his hard cock between your folds to tease the sensitive bundle of nerves atop it with his tip.

With one strong push and a sigh that fans his hot breath over your ear and cheek, Halsin bottoms out inside your tight cunt. In turn, your walls flutter around his thick member and your back arches until your chest squishes your legs even more between the two of you. 

"Oh, you feel so good inside of me. Always stretch me out so much it's like my cunt will take the shape of your cock one day." You babble mindlessly as you get used to the stretch that feels like it threatens to split you in two.

Halsin doesn't give you much time to get used to his massive size as he sets for an ambitious pace, pushing into your core painfully over and over again until your pained whimpers and moans turn into sounds of pleasure and begging for more.

"Please do not ever stop." You cry out as Halsin's massive paw of a hand begins to pinch and twist your nipples, losing control of himself a bit more and taking the pace and intensity of his thrusts up a notch. One of your hand buried its nails in his shoulder to attempt to ground yourself, while the other grips and lightly pulls on his hair. Immediately your companion leans down to seal your lips with his, kissing you with teeth and tongue. The moment your lips meet, he is positively unstoppable.

You get pushed into the grass with his whole weight, his balls slap against your ass cheeks as you get rocked back and forth by inhumanely, animalistic thrusts. The wet sounds of the tip of Halsin´s cock bullying your most sensitive spot, drenching it in your juices as a result and making the sounds of your hips slapping against each other wetter as time went on. It felt so good that the brain fog soon took over, rendering you unable to kiss him back any longer.

“Nothing feels so divine as your tight walls fluttering around my cock.” Your brain barely registers the words the druid huffs against your lips before kissing you again. Unwavering despite the fact your lips hang open ever so slightly to make way for shaky breaths and high pitched, eager whines.

“Fuck, I can feel you are close, my love. Your cunt could not possibly squeeze me any tighter.” Halsin lets out another insatiable growl, before he coaxes the first peak out of your body. Revelling in the sight of you being shaken by the waves of pleasure he provides.

“Halsin…” You moan the druids name like a mantra, like a quiet prayer to your own personal god that simply continued to bless you with the pleasure that still caused your body to tremble in the aftershocks of climax.

Two more peaks he pulls from your body until you are nothing but a puddle of panting breaths overstimulated cries and a lose grip that tries to hold onto his shoulders, to hold your legs where he put them. Only then Halsin bottoms out inside of you once more. Buried as deep as he can, with his thick tip kissing the opening to your womb, he shoots a great amount of his seed into you. Together the two of you stay intermingled for what feels like an eternity. With your arms wrapped around the other to hold them close as you breathe in the air that the other lets out until you both feel dizzy. The druid wipes the sheen of sweat from your forehead with the greatest care and strokes a lost strand of hair behind your ear, while all you can do is to fight the brain fog and keep his eye contact. Those sage coloured eyes you loved so much, gently get you back to reality, where there is nothing left but to giggle until you burst into full on satisfied laughter.

“Hah, I had a feeling you would go insane on me one day. Yet I never would have imagined it would happen after I laid with you.” Halsin jests as he sits back on his haunches and taps your thighs to motion for you to assist him in sitting you up as well.

You follow his wordless command and sit up, wincing when there is a dull sensation shooting through your core.

“Do you feel aright, my love?” He asks with his eyebrows suddenly knitted together in concern.

“Yes, love. Positively spend, but fine nonetheless and you need not worry about my state of mind any time soon.” You lean forward to place a peck on the tip of your companion’s nose. “I was merely overwhelmed with the content feeling that floods me whenever I am near you and did not know how else to handle it. In fairness one should think I would have learned it by now, but I am far from it. It still is so hard to believe I am lucky enough to be able to call you mine.”

Gratefully you accept the small pouch of water that Halsin hands you and take a few sips, before handing it back.

“I understand what you mean. Sometimes it all feels like it is too good to be true. Like being on the verge of waking up from the most beautiful dream.” The soft voice of your lover makes you feel all fuzzy inside with how effortlessly he understands.

“Exactly, like being on the verge of waking up from the most immaculate dream.”