#why did I have to draw them just so so fluffy and soft and make MYSELF mad ‘cause now I want those

[ihaznoclue]

You're perfect either way

Aged up! Bayverse Turtles x Female Reader (Seperate)

Warnings -> Insecurity of being Chubby, Teasing, Praising, Consent ( of course) Suggestive touching in all of them

Note -> Reader is Chubby and is insecure but the boys know what to do to make Reader feel loved

Genre -> Comfort fluffy, suggestive

A/N - This may not be accurate.. || I'm also trying to get use to writing suggestive things for the future because I will be writing smut soon enough but not just now so work with me here ฅ^._.^ฅ

Enjoy!

LEONARDO

You were currently sitting on your boyfriend's big bed, the blankets were a bit messy from you moving too much but you were now sitting near the headboard of his bed

There was a laptop on your thighs as you were trying to finish up a project that you have been working on for a while now, thinking this was the perfect time to finish as there was peace and quiet in the lair

You had your baggy hoodie pulled down low that was slightly covering your thighs and your stomach and no matter how often Leo told you that you looked gorgeous, you just never felt right

The softness of your belly and sides always made you self-conscious about how people will look at you, even going outside you can see their judgemental stares so basically wear baggy clothes was your thing now

Now Leo had just finished his training for the night while cleaning up the dojo, walking to his room as he spotted you on the bed

He sat down near you at the side of his bed, his hand sneaking up to your thigh making you shiver a little

“You work too hard” he murmured, his voice low and gentle as he leaned down at your ear, making you pull away from the tickling feeling of his breath

You then tensed up at the feeling of him now squeezing your thigh, a spot you didn't like at all

“Leo..." you whispered out as you try so hard not to pull away form him but at the same time you wanted to and that you were still trying to focus on your project right in front of you

He then kissed the nook of your neck, giving it a little nibble then kissed it again "Princess, why do you always flinch away when I touch my favourite spots?"

“Favorite?” you asked, now looking up from him as you knew that Leo loved your soft and squishy spots

He hummed, pressing another kiss on your neck then going down at your collared bone which caused you to whimper at the feeling

“This tummy? These soft sides? These perfect thighs” He gently squished them with a grin “They’re mine and they’re perfect and I am willing to show you how much I love you and how perfect you are"

You tried to keep typing on your computer but couldn't stop flinching on how sensitive you were right now at his soft touches

"L-Leo, I..I'm trying to focus here.." You whimpered, now feeling him getting closer as he caressed your inner thigh

“Then try to stay focused while I do my thing” he chuckled, nuzzling in closer clearly knowing he was winning this battle

RAPHAEL

Raph wasn’t the technically the romantic type of turtle while it comes with people, at least not to everyone else

But when it came to you? He is literally in love with you

You were laying on your tummy on Raph's bed as you were trying to draw, doodling in your sketchbook, your hoodie was slightly ridden up from your back so you pulled it back down with a groan

But as soon as you did Raph looked over as soon as you groaned and caught your hand in the action making you look over to him confused

“Don’t hide” he said, voice deep and low as he trailed his hand up to your back making your hoodie rid up again

“I.. I just feel.." You spoke but Raph interrupted you

"Sweetheart, You are literally a sight in my eyes, I don't want you talking negative about yourself" He spoke, leaning down as he kissed your hair as he start to churr low and quiet

You rolled your eyes "Pfft, sure I am" You said which made Raph look at you "Wanna bet?" He said

You then felt his hand on your back as he scratched it gently which made your skin become goosebumps form the slightest touch

He squeezed gently, fingers pressing into the softness there like it was his favourite thing and that caused you squeaked in surprise form the sudden squeeze of his hand

“Raph!” You called out

He smirked “What? Can’t help it, You’re all soft ‘n warm" Raph then started to kiss the back of your neck as he moved your hair away to gain access

“Hey! I'm trying to draw!" You called out once again but Raph groaned

“Draw later, I wanna.. love you” he muttered, grabbing your sketchbook as he placed it away from you

Now tugging you against him as he then surprised you on how he lifted you up and onto his lap, facing him as one hand still splayed possessively across your waist

Not giving you much of a chance to move anywhere as you were defeated by Raph as you started to melt into his touch

He was now gently tracing his fingertips over your skin, making you shiver on how cold his skin felt against yours

He growled "This is in my way" He huffed, now tugging at your hoodie, looking over at you for consent first, giving him a little and shy nod

He gave out a chuckle as he lifted your hoodie up "Arms up" and you did, getting the hoodie off you was his first move and now his second move was to show you how much he loves you and your softness

"Good girl, now let me show you how much I love you"

DONATELLO

You were helping Donnie in his lab, reading something off a tablet while he adjusted tech wiring in front of you, it was quiet and slow day today

You decided to help out Donnie in the lab as you had nothing else to do so he let you help him read off some stuff that was too hard for you to read as you spelled them out

But in the end Donnie corrected you as he gave out a little laugh if you said it wrong

It's now been a few minutes of reading off the tablet as you couldn't hear Donnie moving off his skateboard chair

That’s when felt his hand slide under your hoodie to you waist, fingers squeezing lightly, then tracing up to your side

You froze, trying not to make a sound as he always did this when he thought you weren’t paying attention or when he's currently not doing anything and that he's bored

“Donnie…” you warned, cheeks heating up as you felt him squeeze your side once again, trying to wiggle him away

“Yes Dove?” he replied with that smug smile on his face as he looked down at you all dazed from the sight of you in front of him

“I’m trying to help you, what are you..”

“You’re adorable when you’re trying to be serious" You confessed which made you look up at him

He then leaned down and kissed your shoulder as he moved your hood out of the way, hand sneaking under the hem of your shirt just enough to caress your stomach “You know your softness is… irresistible dove” He huffed

You stared at him. “irresistible?”

“Absolutely"

You buried your face in your hands “You’re such an idiot..”

“And you’re perfect” he said simply, now you were on the bed as you were laid on your back as he kissed every inch of you that you hated

"Donnie.." You whined, squirming away but his hands was on you from wriggling too much

"Shh, just relax and let me do the work, you were such a great help for me and now I'm going to help you"

Donnie was willing to make you change your mind on your body and is willing to make you love yourself

MICHELANGELO

You were reading a book with legs curled up on Mikey’s bed and trying very hard to ignore the fact that he was staring at you for the past few minutes

"Mikey" you said, not looking up from the book that was currently in your hands and that you were reading it to the good part of the book "You have been staring at me for the past few minutes"

"I’m admiring the art, angelcakes, what's not to love?" He sighed

You gave him a side-eye glare “What art because if you are talking about this?” you then pointed at yourself "Then you are highly mistaken bud"

“You are though!” he said, plopping beside you as he laid down next to you, then instantly went to your sides and thighs “This is literally art to me baby”

You tried to hide your face behind your book, but he snuck under your arms and nuzzled into your belly as he lets out loud churrs as if he wasn't embarrassed to admit that you were stunning

“Mikeyy~ I’m reading!” You whined

“Not anymore, I changed my mind and I'm going to make you change your mind on how perfect you are” He then hovered over you as he grabbed your book and tossed it away with a grin on his face

You huffed "I was about to get to the best part of the book Mike"

“Well I'm about to get to our favourite part” he grinned, then looked down at you with the softest eyes “I love every bit of you, even the parts you’re still learning to love”

That one got you, you melted on the spot underneath him as he leaned down to smother you with kisses all over your face

Then instantly gasping as his hand went under your shirt to feel you more, hearing him whisper "I love you so much" In between kissing your neck then went to kiss you on the lips

His hands now exploring everywhere while you lay there all hot and bothered now

But you didn't mind one bit, maybe he might be able to change your mind after this

I hope I did okay (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵)

-A<3

[ivyithink]

chilling with the lads!

as always, thanks michela (@kingslionheart), you’re entirely at fault here, putting some cute tlk tags in front of my eyes (that I’m too lazy to find right now, I’m so sorry…, you might even remember which ones BUT ANYWAYS). the result. have some more modern au family stuff!

[mattsstarlet]

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 — 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

innocent!reader sinfully gives herself to experienced!badboy!matt

warning: this prompt includes heavy themes of church/religion/god and a brief mention of purity ring. if you are uncomfortable please do not read.

contains: smut (p in v), unprotected sex (creampie), virginity loss, praise kink, corruption kink, innocent kink, manipulation, pet names, suggestive language.

note: inspired by this post.

“these are so pretty, angel, just like you.” matt praised, his fingers softly tracing the waistband of your delicate piece of fabric—white; symbolizing innocence and purity. he knew it was wrong; you were vulnerable and naive… but oh, how he loved taking advantage of that.

the man above the skies saw all of this as sin, but then why do matt’s words make you feel warm and fuzzy inside? none of these sentiments were brought up in ‘that little church school,’ as he likes to call it. your parents would be sick if they found out you were messing around with a boy. more so when that boy was currently in your bedroom, smirking down at you.

“i… it’s wrong,” you whimpered as his finger ran up your clothed heat, teasingly drawing circles on your sensitive bud. “i’ll get in big trouble,” you whispered, shivering once he pressed harder.

“but you’re so wet, doll. do y’wanna know what i think?” he whispered, tugging lightly on your earlobe as you nodded. “i think… my sweet girl wants to break a few rules tonight.” he hummed, pressing a featherweight kiss onto the soft skin of your neck.

matt smirked as you panted; you were so inexperienced and gullible—he couldn't believe how lucky he was. he began to pull down your lace material slowly, watching your pouty, flushed face for another expression. “just gonna make the aching feelin’ go away… i mean, isn’t that whatcha called for?”

all you could do was nod; he was right. you did call him over as soon as your parents left—leaving you home alone with the thought that you’d behave like the good girl they raised you to be. this was such a big slap in their face, but at the moment you weren’t thinking about your parents anymore; you weren’t thinking at all, as a matter of fact—but matt, being his cocky self, was going to have a great time reminding you of it all.

the sound of his belt clinking undone brought you back, noticing that your panties were disregarded besides your left hand, the shiny silver ring you wore on your ring finger gleamed underneath the light. matt freed his bulge, veiny and lengthy, with a pinkish tip that was covered in tiny beads of precum.

your smooth thighs rubbed together as he pumped himself, lathering his precum from the tip to his base. his blue eyes flickered towards you, humming as your innocent gaze widened—you were like a porcelain doll. pretty. delicate. one little touch and you're broken. matt wanted to break you.

he hovered back over you, spreading open your thighs to lay between them, holding himself with one hand up as the other caressed your cheek, leaning in to press a wet kiss onto your plumped lips. you tasted so good. angelic.

it was soft, yet passionate. he made sure to take every part of you in before pulling away to give you a lustful look. “so sweet… my sweet girl,” he muttered, moving down to kiss your neck.

you let out soft, desperate noises, squirming underneath him. “please,” you begged, bunching up the fluffy sheets into your fist.

“oh, now you wan’ it, huh?” he mocked softly, moving his hand away from your face onto the valley of your breasts, disappearing into your doll-like dress. he cupped your tit, slowly kneading the flesh as he teasingly ran his cock through your wet folds. “don’t worry, doll. gonna give it to ya. niice and slow.”

whine escaped your now smudged lips as he removed his hand from your chest. though a soft whimper followed right after as he held himself in his hands—his hungry gaze locking into your needy round eyes. “deep breaths, angel… gooood.” you squeezed your eyes shut as the pain indicated inside you; he was big and slightly thick—making you choke on your gasp.

matt groaned above you, shuddering as he felt your tight, spongy walls sheathing his cock. he rested his forehead against yours, panting while he let you adjust. “god, baby.”

as the burning sensation rippled through you, bubbles of tears pooled around the corner of your eyes. matt wiped them away, pressing lingering kisses onto your cheeks and pouty lips. “how’s my sweet angel doin’?”

“g-good,” you responded, whimpering as a sinful feeling of pleasure replaced the aching burn. “so good.”

“yeah? feels so good, huh?” he taunted, pulling down your dress to expose your perky breasts. he leaned down, taking one into his mouth as he jerked himself inside you, all while his dark eyes laid upon you.

his tongue swirled over your hardened nipple, making you arch your back further into him. he did the same to the next, pulling away with a ‘pop.’ “how will you explain this to the priest, doll?” he whispered lowly, his voice taunting and raspy.

your mouth hung low as your greedy pussy swallowed him whole, your fingernails scratching down his back. “f-faster, please.” You sobbed, bubbles of tears pooling around the brim of your eyes.

matt couldn’t help but grin as his hips snapped against yours, finding a suitable rhythm along the way, making you leave red crescent moon-like shapes into his skin. “my sweet girl likes it, doesn't she? such a perfect angel f’me,” he praised, his hot breath sending shivers down your back.

“mm-hm— nghhh— m-matt,” you whined, rolling your eyes back once his cock kissed your cervix. once again you arched into him, his hand moving underneath yours to pull your hair back—granting him access to your neck. he licked a stripe up your throat, making your cunt flutter around him.

“huge. you're so huge, matty… i—i” your puffy lips formed a silent ‘o’ shape as you felt a weird sensation building up in your lower belly. your big eyes found his, knitting your eyebrows as he offered you a lopsided smirk. “m—my tummy.”

he chuckled breathlessly, placing a wet kiss onto your collarbone. “feels weird, huh?” he panted, brushing the sweaty strands away from your forehead. “like—a tight knot?”

“aw, did they not teach you this in church school, my sweet angel?” he cooed, his thrusts becoming tiring and sloppy, your wet pussy not helping him in the slightest bit. he didn’t know what heaven felt like, but if he had to guess, he’d choose you as an example.

he leaned in, kissing you as he swirled his tongue with yours. the kiss became sloppy and messy, followed by a broken moan from your lips as he hit your g-spot, making your thighs tremble around his waist. spasming around his dick, matt followed right after, filling up your womb with hot white spurts of his cum.

matt rolled his hips against yours, riding out both of your guys’ highs until he slipped his cock out. you whined softly, feeling both empty and full as his cum began to drip out of your swollen folds.

he was tired, but he grinned anyway, rubbing your inner thighs. “look, baby… that’s us,” he muttered, picking up the mess you two created with his pointer finger and pumping it back in. “you love me, don’t you, sweet girl?” he whispered, his thumb gently grazing your bottom lip.

“i love you.” you mumbled, your eyes becoming too heavy to keep open. he had to bite back a smirk; he knew he had you wrapped around his finger, and he also knew it could end badly, but matt loved the power he held over you—almost as if he were a god.

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

[dont-look-its-embarrassing]

To Be Seen

Azriel x Reader

This is my first ever one-shot or fanfiction type writing on here, so be patient with me bc it will be FAR from perfect or good.

This is purely self-indulgent bc again, I'm new at this and just wanted to write an insert or y/n type little blurb.

Summary; Being the best friend of Feyre when she was human, you regretfully got roped in and turned with her sisters as a tool for manipulation by Hybern. As the sister's find it hard to settle in claiming the attention of the two other bats, you attempt to make Feyre's and the inner court's life easier by flying under the radar and figuring it out on your own. However, are you really as unnoticed as you hope or is a certain shadowsinger entrapped by your caring and soft nature as his heart battles his mind for the third sister or you.

Warnings: None really, mentions of PTSD and anxiety, loneliness and self-help, slow-burn, slight angst with a fluffy ending, reader just wants to be seen but feels like she can't ask

Word count: 2,389

Pt2

The sound of a door opening broke you out of your thoughts as you sat in the drawing room in the house of wind. The gentle crackle of the fire Infront of you allowed your body to sit comfortably within the rather cold season and the book you were just reading sat loose in your lap. You haven't gotten used to your enhanced hearing yet as your now longer and thicker hair gently fell from where you had tucked it behind your ear.

"Y/n?" Your best friend's voice echoed into the room as her footsteps followed. A soft smile spread across your features as she came in, confirmed you where there, and plopped down ungraciously on the couch next to you. "Thank the mother you are here."

Her features where stressed, the worry written all over her face as she took your form in.

"What's going on?" You ask, hopeful to help.

Feyre let out a sigh as she let her eyes wonder to the fire Infront of the both of you.

"Nothing. Everything. I don't know, it seems that everything I do to try and help Nesta and Elaine seems to only make things worse." She rung her hands, a trait she picked up back in the human lands when she was nervous or upset. "It just never seems enough to make them comfortable or to try and apologize for everything that happened."

Your best friend's eyes slightly widened as she took her gaze from the flames.

"How are you? Are you doing okay?" The genuine care and concern oozing off of the female Infront of you reminded you of why you cared so much about your friend in the first place. When she was taken, you had searched high and low for her in hopes to get her back only to have her return happy and healthy with a loving man, or male, doting on her every need. You were ecstatic, and expressed yourself as so, even if it was with fae beings. When you and her sisters were taken, that happiness was put on hold to make sure that you are all where comfortable. Feyre's self-sacrificing nature did always drive you mad, even now when she was so close to being truly happy.

"I'm okay Feyre." She shot you a look, trying to dig deeper and call the bluff you made. "Seriously, I'm here with you and in an amazing place that I could only dream of with great people."

"A lot happened Y/n. A lot happened to Elaine and Nesta, but a lot happened to you." She was right, and it was weird for you to be so put together when the worlds of the other two were falling to pieces. With your more emotional and strong relationship with Feyre, you had been held captive with her sisters yes, but you also took the brunt of interrogation that the wicked king deemed necessary to gain any information of her court. You had put yourself in that position, you knew how awful she would feel about her familial blood being brutalized in such a way, so you took the heat. But, in the end, her sisters still took the change harder and refused to accept their new life, making everyone on edge and overexerting themselves to help.

With one look at your best friend's-tired eyes, you knew that she couldn't handle another burden. More like she shouldn't have to handle another burden.

The word tasted sour on your tongue.

Burden.

Shaking your head a small gentle smile graced your face, and you forced your features to emulate that same energy.

"I'm okay Feyre, really. Aside from some cool new power thing that I haven't figured out, I'm fine. " The breath she released could only register as relief in your mind as she met your smile.

"Okay, and we will definitely start working on that when we are all settled here." Her reassurance did little to reassure that it would be investigated. Again, with the two sisters gaining war altering abilities, your random energy (that had yet to manifest) would be put on the back burner until everyone else was settled. Again, the slight dismissal ached, but you understood the need for others to take precedence.

Giving a little nod, you two sit in silence for a bit just listening to the crackling of the fire and enjoying each other's presence. That is, until a wince rippled across your friends face and she slowly rose.

"I'm sorry, I have to go. I think Elaine is out and not talking to Lucien and it's a mess-"

"It's fine Feyre, go make sure they are okay." You assure with the same smile. Giving one last 'thank you, I love you' she was gone like the wind that howled outside the windows. The silence that followed her exit had the ringing in your ears become a bit to unbearable. Removing yourself from the couch, you travel down to your room and grab a quick change of footwear.

Today would be a good day to explore the town, or at least good enough to get your mind out of the dark slump of trying to acclimate to its' new body and abilities.

Making your way towards the door, a small flicker of shadow catches your eye.

"Hello?" You call. You know that Rhys is most likely with Feyre and Azriel is also probably there because of Elaine, so you dismiss it quickly after a moment, chalking it up to just a trick of the light.

Opening the door, the slight chill on the wind has a shiver run through you, but the sun quickly chased it away. Breathing a sigh, you look at the vastness of the stairs below you.

No time like the present.

Taking one step at a time and avid breaks when needed, you would rather not admit to yourself just how much time that trek took. However, upon reaching the bottom, the satisfaction that filled you outweighed the journey. Walking down the streets of Velaris, the bustling normality of the people filled you with ease. As your heels clicked against the stones below, your gaze just missed the little shadow that trailed behind your body.

Taking in the colors and vibrant people, the ease and happiness that covered their faces had the ache in your gut grow more and more. Your mind wandered to if you would ever be that happy and mundane. With everything that had happened so far, the familiar life in the human forest (although had its struggles) seemed like an ideal. It was the lack of routine, lack of knowledge, the newly sprouted life, the misplacement, all of it plus more. You didn't notice your breathing gain more weight and take longer to fill your lungs than it did at the house. You also didn't notice the little skitter of the shadow that had followed you as it raced away towards some unseen location. The heat in your body seemed to increase as the sight of a simple family loving and walking together entered your mind.

Would anyone love you like this?

You couldn't think.

Ducking into a nearby ally, the overhead sheets and covering allowed it to be shaded and darker than the streets 20 feet away. Even then, the darkness of the ally seemed to illuminate with your presence there. However, it wasn't the light, it was the lack of grasp of oxygen you could inhale and the strenuous shaking your body couldn't stop. The tears that fell without your knowledge burned their tracks into your skin and sizzled as they hit the ground. Your body gave way to the spasms that took ahold of you as your mind raced. Burring your head into your knees, you attempted to shut the world out and let your mind slow but to no avail. You wished the darkness of the alley would swallow you whole, allow the sun and light to escape you being seen just this once.

Almost as if your prayers where in fact answered, the light surrounding you died as the darkness of the ally surrounded you. Picking your head up to view what cloud or magical being answered your plea, your eyes were met with those of hazel crouching Infront of you.

"Azriel?" You hadn't met this male for more than a couple days ago. He was nice, offering to go with you places or chat every so often. You had a couple nightly talks with him where you shared some stories between the two of you. Nothing out of the ordinary though, you felt safe around him when he was near. Confusion washed your features and for a moment your brain stopped running in circles and focused on why the male might be in front of you in this very unfortunate situation.

"You're okay." His large hands had gently pried your head from between your own. He Slowly, as if not to spook you further, reached for your hands and took them in his own. As twisted as it sounded, the morbid scarring that littered his skin grounded you further and pulled you back to this moment and out of that forsaken cell and cold water. "Focus on me, breathe."

The ease of your breath returned as the seeming dark cloud that surrounded you peeled back revealing that same dampened alleyway. However, the slight char on the walls and burns on the ground was distinct enough to question. Looking around, more of those marks surrounded you but faded as it got further from you. Opening your mouth to ask, a quick look from the male had you hesitant as he shook his head.

"One thing at a time sunshine." You nod, ignoring the small butterfly that hatched in your stomach at the nickname, but the pain in your head from the little outburst brought you back to reality. Bringing your hand up to caress the muscle between your eyes, Azriel scanned you from head to toe checking for any other possible injuries. "Let's get you back to the house, okay? Have Madja take a look at you and maybe give you something to help process."

Although the beginning of his statement was directed at you, for an answer, the second part was mumbled more to himself.

"Okay." The short response was all you could get past your lips as he sent you a small smile and opened his arms.

Looking at him questionably, he held back a chuckle.

"Have you never flown?" Shaking your head, no, you had never flown before. Winnowed? Yes, but never in the arms of one of the three males residing in the same house at you. The aspect of Azriel being your first had a little flush cover your cheeks. He approached you carefully, scanning your eyes for any aversion to being touched or space invaded. If you didn't just have a literally breakdown in the middle of Velaris, you could've sworn there was a deeper emotion residing in his eyes.

Guilt?

Worry?

Longing?

You couldn't place it and decided not to keep the process waiting. Taking a step towards him, he kept his arms spread out to accompany your space against his.

"Wrap your arms around me." His voice was lowered with your closer proximity. Slowly you brought your arms to wrap around the back of his neck. He waited until you settled there before moving to hoist you up into his arms and walk slightly out of the alley to give his wings more room to take flight.

While doing so, you couldn't help but settle into his warmth as it felt nice against our colder frame. With all the adrenaline wearing off, you were left shivering.

"Make sure to hold on." He noted, which was all the notice you got before suddenly you two were no longer on the ground. Tightening your grip instinctually, you shut your eyes as you could practically feel the male smile at your nature.

"How did you get down there anyway?" With the loud wind it was hard to hear, but again due to the lack of space between the two of you his voice rang clear.

"I walked."

"Down those?" Without realizing the easygoing atmosphere he created, you had peered open your eyes to look down at the stairs you both were currently soaring over. Only a brief look however as you still had some human tendencies and did have a slight aversion to heights.

"Yeah." You nodded and went to shut your eyes once more to finish out the flight, but as you did you caught sight of a new look on the spymaster's face.

Pride.

Landing as softly as possible, Madja was already there waiting for the two of you to arrive. Without thinking, you blamed it on the spymaster's shadows (but grateful they were there). Feyre also stood to the side of her, worry wringing her hands again and you let out a sigh of defeat.

Stumbling out of Azriel's arms, he steadied you, giving a once over before his high lady had shot him an inquiring look. She looked at you shortly after.

"You are never to lie to me again Y/n, you hear?" Her chastising voice was filled with love and worry all the same.

But before you could open your mouth to respond with a thousand reasons why you might, a certain male beat you too it.

"Don't go too hard on her, admittedly we have all been a bit busy to check in." You both glanced back at the male in question as his shadows wrapped around him in song. He has said it was so to promise his attention to fix the problem, which warmed your core.

"She will be okay Feyre." Meeting eye contact with him, he had sent you a small nod of his head and smile before disappearing into the dark.

Your best friend looked at you in question, but a deeper thought was spinning in her head. However, the little throat clear of the healer nearby jumpstarted the next 24 hours of care and therapy from your best friend and the best healers in Prythian. The whole endeavor couldn't tear your thoughts to a certain inner court male and the way his arms felt around you.

Maybe you would be okay.

[mssorceressupreme]

Amortentia Pt. 2 | F.W

If you haven’t read Pt.1 I suggest you do as this is a continuation, here’s the link! 🥰🥰:

Amortentia Pt. 1

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: you and Fred have an apology dinner but it gets disrupted by a group of unfriendly men, and Fred saves you by pranking them. Both of you manage to escape them, and as you're stuck in a confined alleyway space with Fred, you start to realise, maybe he's not so bad after all.

Warnings/tags: noncon touch, drunk/scary men, enemies to lovers (continued from pt 1), pranks, forced proximity (again lol), trapped in a confined space together, fluffy ending, fred weasley is the standard <3

a/n: I added a birthday part cuz it was my birthday yesterday so I thought why not 🥹🥵

——— The Three Broomsticks was warm and inviting, a haven against the biting cold of the almost-winter day. Outside, frost kissed the cobblestones, and the skeletal trees rattled in the wind, but inside, a comforting fire crackled in the hearth, sending a soft glow over the room.

You sat at a small table in the corner with Fred, the remnants of your meal scattered between you. Your Butterbeer was still warm in your hands, the frothy top sending ribbons of steam into the air.

Fred leaned back in his chair, his long legs stretching lazily under the table as he looked at you, his lips curved in his trademark smirk. “So…” he began, his tone light and teasing. “Do you still think I’m an annoying menace, or have I managed to earn, oh, I don’t know, half a point in my favour?”

You pretended to consider this, tapping your chin as your eyes glinted with mock thoughtfulness. “Hmm… you’re still very much a menace,” you said, the corner of your mouth twitching up. “But I suppose you’re slightly less unbearable than before.”

Fred gasped, placing a hand on his chest dramatically. “Slightly less unbearable? Merlin, you’re just full of compliments today, aren’t you? Careful, or I might get a big head.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you, despite your best efforts to keep your guard up. “Don’t worry, Fred. Your ego’s already big enough for the both of us.”

He grinned, leaning forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table. The soft light from the fire made his freckles stand out more than usual, and his eyes—mischievous and warm—seemed to catch every flicker of flame. “Well, you did forgive me for the prank that wasn’t even meant for you, so I’m taking that as a win.”

“I wouldn’t say I’ve forgiven you. I’m still humiliated, you know. My shoes squelched with pudding for hours,” you shot back, but your smile betrayed the sharpness of your words.

Fred’s laugh was warm and rich, and it made the corners of your heart soften despite your better judgment. “You’ve got to admit, though, the idea of Ron stepping into a giant pudding bomb was brilliant. You just had…unfortunate timing.”

“Unfortunate is an understatement.” You shook your head, exasperately. “How do you even come up with these things? Is pranking a full-time career for you?”

“Pretty much.” He wiggled his eyebrows mischievously. “But don’t act like you’re not curious. What about you? Surely you’re not all books and rules, are you?”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back. “And what makes you think that?”

Fred leaned closer, his grin widening. “Because if you were, you wouldn’t have agreed to come here with me. Or you’d at least look more miserable about it.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t hide the warmth creeping up your cheeks. “Fine. Maybe I’m… a little curious.”

Fred’s smirk deepened. “Knew it.”

The conversation flowed naturally after that, and you found yourself laughing more than you had in ages. Fred had a way of drawing you out of your shell with his wit and easy charm, and you began to see past the mischief to the kindness beneath.

He had an easy way of making you laugh, his humour quick and sharp but never cruel. It was…nice. You hated to admit it, but it was nice.

Halfway through the meal, Fred glanced toward the counter and stood abruptly. “I’ll be right back. Got to sort something out.”

“Sort what out?” you asked, watching him suspiciously.

He grinned. “You’ll see. Don’t miss me too much.”

You rolled your eyes as he headed toward the bar, where he started chatting animatedly with the bartender, leaving you alone at the table. You took a sip of your Butterbeer, glancing around the nearly empty pub. It was a quiet day, likely because of the cold, and most of the tables were vacant.

As you set your mug down, your fork slipped off the table, clattering to the floor. With a small sigh, you bent down to pick it up, only to bump into someone’s leg.

“Oi, watch it,” a gruff voice snapped.

Startled, you looked up to see a man scowling down at you. His expression shifted when he took in your face, his frown turning into a sleazy grin. “Well, well. What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?”

“I’m not alone,” you said firmly, straightening up.

But the man ignored you, his eyes roaming over you in a way that made you uneasy. His two friends joined him, flanking him on either side, their grins just as unsettling.

“Why don’t you come sit with us, sweetheart?” one of them said, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face.

You jerked back, your voice steady despite the pounding of your heart. “Leave me alone.”

“Aw, don’t be like that,” the first man said, stepping closer. “We just want to get to know you better. What’s the harm in that?”

He placed a hand on your shoulder and you glared at it, "Don't touch me." You gritted your teeth.

"Come on, don't act like you don't like it." The man smirked, about to move his arm elsewhere on your body.

"Let's take this somewhere more fun, eh?" He then whispered into your ear and your face scrunched up in disgust.

Before you could respond, Fred’s voice cut through the tension like a whip.

“Is there a problem here?”

The men turned to see Fred standing a few feet away, his expression cold and his usual playful demeanour gone. The man touching you slowly removed his hand from your shoulder.

“Who’s this, your boyfriend?” one of the men sneered.

Fred’s jaw tightened, and he took a step closer. “Yeah, I am. And you’re going to leave her alone. Now.” His usual playfulness replaced by a rare edge of anger.

You'd been so intimidated by the group of men that you didn't notice Fred claiming he was your boyfriend. Though a lie, you couldn't care less, you just wanted out.

"Look at you kids, thinking you're so tough eh?" They mocked.

"Why don't you sod off and let her come have fun with us." One of the men snarled, attempting to shoo Fred away.

"I said to leave her alone." Fred raised his voice slightly, his face stern, any bit of kindness, all erased. His eyes looked as though they were shooting daggers at the men.

You'd never seen him this cross before, and you hated to admit but it was, dare you say, slightly attractive.

The men exchanged glances, clearly unimpressed. “Or what?”

Fred didn’t bother answering. Instead, his fist shot out, connecting with the nearest man’s jaw with a satisfying crack.

Chaos erupted. The other two men lunged, but Fred slipped past them and grabbed your hand, yanking you toward the door together. “Run!”

You didn’t need to be told twice. The two of you bolted out of the pub, your laughter mixing with your ragged breaths as you sprinted down the street. "But the bill? We didn't pay—" You panted.

"I've covered it don't worry!" Fred responded, yelling as you continued running.

“Fred, they’re going to catch us!” you gasped, glancing over your shoulder to see the three men chasing after you.

“Not a chance,” He said, pulling you into one of the tiny wall gaps within the narrow alleyway.

The space was so tight that you were practically pressed against Fred, your back against the cold brick wall. You could feel the heat radiating from him, his breath warm against your temple as you both tried to stay silent in this confined space.

He smiled down at you, and you averted your eyes, trying to hide how flustered you felt.

Brilliant, yet again, you were trapped with none other than Fred Weasley.

“Fred, they’re getting closer,” you whispered peeking out slightly, your voice trembling.

Fred reached into his pocket, pulling out a small ball. “Not for long.”

With a flick of his wrist, he threw the ball into the street, and it exploded in a burst of fireworks, the colourful sparks blinding your pursuers. The men shouted in confusion, stumbling back before finally retreating.

You couldn’t help but laugh, your heart beating rapidly as the men retreated, running the opposite direction. “Fireworks? Really?”

Fred grinned, his face inches from yours in the tight space. “What can I say? I like to make an impression.”

And then it hit you—fireworks. You’d smelled fireworks in your Amortentia potion. Your eyes darted to Fred, his face lit up by the lingering sparks, clearly proud with his 'prank'.

A small smile played on your lips as you observed him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softer now as he turned his attention back to you.

You nodded, snapping out of your thoughts. “Yeah. That was… amazing.” You chuckled softly.

Though, seconds later, your laughter died as you realised just how close you were. The alley was quiet now, the only sound the distant hum of the village and the pounding of your heart. Fred’s eyes met yours, and neither of you moved.

You felt a slight rush flow straight to your core as your bodies pressed against each other, but you quickly snapped out of it, ignoring your fantasies.

“This is… not how I expected today to go,” you said softly, breaking the silence.

Fred’s lips twitched into a smile. “Welcome to the world of mischief.”

"It wouldn't hurt to do this more often would it?" You found yourself giving in to whatever this was...fun? pranks? mischief? After a taste of this, it was hard to resist the urge for more.

"Never." He grinned.

Fred reached into his pocket again, pulling out a small box. “Oh, and…happy birthday Y/N.”

Your eyes widened as you took the box, opening it to find a cupcake with the words “Happy Birthday” scrawled in icing.

“How did you—?”

“Hermione told Ron...to tell George...to tell me,” Fred admitted, his grin sheepish. “Thought I’d get you something sweet. You know, to make up for everything.”

You smiled, a warmth fuzzy feeling spreading throughout your chest, this was the first time a guy had gotten you a gift. “Thank you, Fred. This… this means a lot.”

As the two of you walked back to Hogwarts, your laughter and banter filled the cold night air. You found yourself looking forward to spending more time with Fred.

And as his hand brushed yours briefly, sending an electrical spark through you, you couldn’t help but wonder if you were starting to fall for him.

It couldn't possibly be.

Had he managed to charm you?

An answer you'd never in a million years anticipated would escape your mouth, fell right out.

Yes, yes he did.

___ a/n: @htchnr, @wwmalufa, @owlisbuffering I ended up making a part 2!! Hope you guys enjoy it hehe <33

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ The Curtain Eclipse — Black Sapphire Cookie x GN Reader Fic ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

At the end of a live performance, you were working backstage, prepping what your TV personality would need to unwind after his acts. Right as you were cleaning up his station, Black Sapphire Cookie sauntered into his break room with a loud sigh and a dramatic groan lacing his words. "Urgh, that was such work! Remind me to fire that second act" he said, striding over to you and flopping down in his vanity's chair. "A drink, Black Sapphire?" You asked, and he nodded, waving a hand to punctuate his words "The best we have in stock, I need it" he said, putting his large microphone off to the side.

You diligently went to his mini supply, taking out a chilled cream soda. He looked himself over in his mirror, tilting his head this way and that "The cookies will be talking about this gossip for weeks- no, months!". "You did amazing, as always" you said, handing him his drink. He accepted, taking a long sip from the glass before placing it on his dresser with a soft 'klink'. "Oh, sure, but I could do better" he replied "I'll have gossip so big that cookies will be on about it for years. Broadcasted to all of Earthbread— just as Shadow Milk intended". He made a low and smooth chuckle as he sipped his drink once more "And you, my dear, will be right by my side as it all goes into chaos"

"I'm flattered" you chuckled. Black Sapphire glanced to you, his dark eyes warm with familiarity. He beckons you over with his hand "Look here, my gem". You step up, and he gently holds your face, guiding you to where you're looking in the mirror "When you're before the world, you need to be a picture of confidence. Elegant, poised. A rose hiding its thorns". "Something you pull off effortlessly" you responded to him, and he chuckled a little "Flatterer. But, you're right again. I've perfected this art. You, however, keep me together"

"I do?" You asked, looking at him rather than your own eyes reflected back at you. "Why, of course!" Black Sapphire responded, wrapping his arms around your neck. He tugged you forwards, until you were hovering over where he was sitting. His grin was sharp, comfortable in a way no one else ever saw. His half-lidded eyes squinted just a bit more in fondness upon having you so close. His hand brushed your cheek.

"What would I do without you, hm? Your little smiles, all the times you've pressed my suit. And," he leaned much closer, his head on your shoulder so he could speak to your ear better "All the company you give me". "I.. didn't think you'd be the lonely type" you said, a little stunned as you wrapped your arms around him in return. "Well, technically I'm not" Black Sapphire admitted with a little sigh "There's always the audience, or Candy Apple, or the stagehands. But you, my little gem..." he pressed a tender, lingering kiss to your cheek "You see me, you get me"

You stood stunned, hands on his shoulders, but no idea if you should risk getting closer. Your faces were so near, his gestures inviting... and yet you were worried about what you should do. A knock came to the door, getting Black Sapphire's attention. He sighed as he stood, taking your hands in his "I'm needed again," he said simply. He gave you a warm smile before gently kissing the back of your hands "I'll see you tonight?"

You nodded immediately "Yes, yes- I'm- I'm free then" you stammered out. "Good, good" Black Sapphire said, making sure to draw back slowly. He picked up his microphone staff, beginning to head towards the door "Until then, little gem". Once he got to the doorframe, you found your energy, jogging up behind him "Black Sapphire Cookie, wait-!". He stopped, turning to face you. You hesitated for only a moment before leaning up, planting a kiss right where his fluffy bangs gave way to his forehead.

When you pulled back, you could see a dark hue of blush dusting his light grey cheeks. He seemed a little surprised himself, before smiling wider and softer than before. He reached into his suit, pulling out the small white flower he always wore. He pinned it to your collar. "There we go. A token, to remember me by until tonight" he snickered. Your returned the laugh as he finally went to go back to his stage, wings at his coattails flapping with excitement.

"Good luck!" You called out last second. Black Sapphire gave you a little half-bow before finally being back in the limelight, bright stage illumination showering him in pale highlights to his dark attire. He almost seemed to glow under such light, only making him look more ethereal. You felt something stir in you, a warm and fluttery anxiousness from just knowing you'd see him again when the curtains closed.

[acmeangel]

♡ Levi being awkward about his feelings for you and not knowing how to act around you.

♡ SFW, pretty fluffy ♡ Levi x Fem!Reader ♡ One shot, soft Levi ♡ Word count: 2431 ♡ Summary: You work at the orphanage that Levi helped facilitate. You think he doesn't like you -- he definitely doesn't act like it. But it turns out, you couldn't be more wrong.

Levi tends to visit the orphanage now and then, when he can. He doesn't like to make a big show of it -- he just wants to check in on things, make sure everything is running smoothly and that the children are being properly cared for. After all, this is a project that he had helped bring to fruition.

He's pragmatic with his approach to his visits -- he wants to know updates, facts, and problems to which he can find solutions by leveraging his position as Captain. He doesn't interact much with the children, it's not exactly his strong suit. Still, he seems to linger longer than he needs to. He usually just leans against the fence along the perimeter of the grounds, taking in the idyllic scene of children, no longer lost and alone, playing in the field together.

There was no need for him to do this, but he did it anyway. And you had noticed.

But, you could never get a read on Levi, really. The two of you hardly interacted outside of meetings, during which, you'd often feel his eyes burning into you, narrowed and tense. While others in the meetings talked about numbers, resources, and operations, you typically told stories about the children -- their personalities, preferences, funny habits, concerns you had for each of their small, little hearts. It didn't help that you frequently bent the rules, too, finding them too constricting and unnecessary.

This often dragged the meetings out longer than necessary, and you could sense the annoyance emanating off of Levi. He wasn't fond of you and your sentimental musings -- this much you were sure of.

You missed today's meeting, somewhat purposefully, trying to avoid subjecting yourself to Levi's gaze and mutterings.

It's one of the first Spring days that feels truly in bloom, the sun kissing your skin, blossoms dotting the trees, the grass lush and vibrant. So, you sit out in the field and read a storybook to the children, who are either sitting at your feet or laying down, one of them tucked up into your lap.

Some of them had been falling behind in learning to read and write -- it wasn't their fault, and you wanted to help. You show all of them each of the words in the book and help them sound out the letters, guiding them through the story.

After the meeting inside draws to a close, Levi makes his way out into the field as he always does, expecting to see the children running around as they usually are. Instead, he sees you. His posture stiffens as he approaches you, his expression unreadable.

"That's not your job," he comments, a flat statement, as he leans against the fence. He looks down at you, his gaze scrutinizing. "They have teachers."

You tilt your head up to look at him, a soft smile on your face. "I know, but," you look at the children, "they don't mind that, do they?"

The children collectively shake their heads, tiny giggles rising from the group.

Tch. He's officially annoyed.

"Suppose it doesn't matter then, huh?" His voice drips with dry sarcasm. "Just do whatever you want."

The child who is curled into your lap gently tugs on your sleeve, lifting themselves up to whisper into your ear, not very discreetly, "Miss Y/N, why is Captain Levi always so grumpy?"

You catch Levi's frown, subtle as it may be, and the low rumble that comes from the back of his throat.

You laugh, an effortless, melodious sound, your lips curving into a wider smile that reveals your teeth. "I don't know," you whisper to the child with just as much indiscretion, "why don't you ask him?"

The child's face flushes bright pink, nuzzling their head into the fabric of your shirt, too sheepish to talk to Levi themselves. Your hand lifts up to stroke the child's hair.

For a moment so fleeting you can't be sure it actually happened at all, his eyes follow the tender, gentle motion of your fingers stroking the child's hair, before he looks away. Your gaze lingers on his profile, tracing the outline of it, the way his hair blows in the breeze, revealing a clearer look at his eyes than usual.

He shifts his weight as he stands there, just barely, a signal that he's waiting both for this scene to end, and to speak to you, likely about logistics. You get the hint.

"Alright, my sweethearts, why don't you all head inside?" You look at the group of children, nodding your head toward the large farmhouse. "Go on and get cleaned up for dinner, I'm expecting no dirty little hands at the table, hm?"

The children scramble to their feet and begin running off, giggling and mumbling to each other as they do. You rise up, closing the book and tucking it under your arm and brushing off the blades of grass that have stuck to your clothes.

"Come inside for some tea?" You ask, your eyes drifting back to Levi after you watch the children run off, the bubbly sounds of their laughter popping in the air.

He pauses for a beat. The faintest twitch of his lower lip. "Sure, 'ppreciate it."

You grin. "Okay, great." You begin walking. "You usually decline that offer."

You look at him from the corner of your eye. His movements as he walks are precise, economical, his eyes cemented forward.

"So?" The word is terse, even a tinge defensive. "Doesn't mean I hate tea."

You accept his answer; with him, you tend to take what you get. The rest of the walk is silent, apart from the gentle hum of springtime bursting to life around you.

Inside, the kitchen is washed in golden sunlight, specks of dust hovering in the air as if the moment is completely suspended in time. Without a word, Levi takes a seat at the small table by the window, his head turned to look outside as you set the kettle on the stove. You can't help but catch glances at the back of his head, the tilt of his shoulders.

You make two cups of black tea -- both with milk and a drop of honey. This is how everyone you know drinks it, and you can't imagine anyone would have a preference for it plain, bitter.

You settle into the chair next to his, and you hand him the teacup, which he takes from you by the top, your fingers briefly brushing against his in the exchange. His skin is dry, rough. He peers into the cup, his teeth grinding together imperceptibly as he notes the light, creamy color of the tea; he takes a sip and his eyelid flutters, faintly.

Normally, with anyone else, he'd have pushed the cup to the side, his mouth set in a curt line of disapproval at the unnecessary sweetness. But for some reason that he's not quite sure of, with you, he can't. He sips the tea anyway, forces himself to.

"One of the other workers ratted on you." He breaks the silence. He leans back in his chair, slinging one leg over the other, his ankle resting on his knee. "Told me you let those brats sneak into the kitchen at night and take extra food."

"Oh," your teeth clench together, your nose scrunches, embarrassed to be caught. "Well, the thing with that- it's-"

"Why?" He cuts you off, a single word urging you to get to the point. God, you think, he must think I'm a complete idiot.

You inhale deeply. "I think they're just hungry, you know? Their meals aren't always that big, and they're still growing, so..."

"That's not what I'm asking," his gaze bores into yours with an intensity you're not sure he's completely aware of. "I'm asking why you let them do it."

"Oh," you sigh softly, your eyes tracing over the patterns in the wooden table, collecting your thoughts. "It wouldn't feel right to scold them, to dissuade them from wanting something as simple as food. They've never been allowed to want... anything before. I don't want them to feel like they're not supposed to want even the most basic things. I think it would make them feel like... like they don't deserve anything."

"You're not wrong about that." His voice is low, hardly above a whisper, and he turns his head to look out the window. "I'm not going to stop you from letting them do it. I just... wanted to know why."

You see the clouds swirling in his irises for a moment, his jawline tense with thought, with memory, with contemplation.

You look away, feeling as if you're intruding on something private just by looking at him. You lift your teacup and take a long sip, then set it back down.

At the sound of your cup fitting back into its saucer, he's brought back to reality. His gaze narrows, helplessly fixated on the rim of your teacup, on the faded pink lipstick stain you left on it, that somehow blends perfectly into the intricate floral pattern painted onto the cup. A short, barely perceptible puff of air escapes his nose.

He looks at you, again, his eyes catching the sunlight in a way that makes them look silver, but not icy or cold -- like delicate dew drops that form in the gray early morning mist after a rainy night. Rare, and oddly comforting.

He's too busy looking at you to notice you looking at him. His eyes trace over you, as if he's searching for something. Something that he's not sure if he wants to find, but has to -- in the way the light catches your hair and brings secret tones and shades out of it, the softness of your breathing, the lingering redness from the sun that glows on your cheeks, nose, and shoulders.

He doesn't understand it -- you -- how you've remained good, compassionate, free, warm, even hopeful, despite the cruelty and ugliness of the world you both live in. But he wants to understand it, just by looking at you.

"You look..." he begins, the words tumbling out of his mouth tightly, awkwardly, as if by accident.

Your eyes snap to his, widened slightly like an animal caught in the woods, and your hand flies up to your mouth. "What? Is there something on my face?"

Your fingers wipe across your lips preemptively, the apples of your cheeks and the bridge of your nose turn rosy. He watches this motion, and his brows press together, his jaw clamps down. You think he's become actually repelled by you.

"No. Shit. You look," his voice is flat, dry. His hand gestures vaguely, the movement stilted and rigid, as if he's trying to find the word he's looking for in the air, "nice. Now. In the sunlight." He grumbles the last part.

You couldn't help but smile. It was endearing in a way, seeing Levi, who is typically calm and collected, stumble his way through a simple sentence.

"Thank you, Levi." You mean it, genuinely.

"Yeah." He clears his throat. The grip of his fingers flex slightly, tightening their hold around the rim of his tea cup.

"I always thought I bothered you." Your head tilts to the side, your hair flowing with the movement. A glint of amusement, teasing shines in your eyes.

"You do bother me," he breathes out, firmly, his eyes darting to the side. "Just not in the way you think."

Oh.

"I see..." The words come out of your mouth in a single breath, your heart catching in your throat, preventing you from saying anything more.

He looks at you. The tension in his jaw releases, his lips relax, parting ever so slightly.

"Is that alri-"

"Yes." You cut him off before he can even finish the thought, before he can question this fragile moment and retreat back inside himself.

He nods, strands of his hair swaying in front of his eyes. Your hand, drawn to him by an invisible force, reaches up to his forehead. You hover, hesitantly, before pushing the hair away from his eyes, slowly, your touch feather-light.

Instantly, instinctively, he turns his head away, pulling away from your touch partially. His top lip tugs upward, a movement of subdued discomfort, uncertainty. Your hand slides down to his chin, gently coaxing him back toward you, and he allows it.

"Sorry." He mutters. "I don't..." The rest of the sentence evades him. But you know where it was going. He doesn't do this. He doesn't know how.

You nod, your expression melting into one of understanding. Your eyes glide around his face, your fingers returning to his hair, pushing away the curtain that his eyes often hide behind.

"What are you doing?" He's not defensive -- he's genuinely curious.

"I want to see your eyes better." You tilt your head as you look at him, your eyes meeting his, looking into them for what feels like the first time, with a clarity and honesty that feels palpable. He lets you.

Your lips curl up into a perfect curve, and his eyes shift down to them immediately. His expression doesn't waver, but his dilating pupils reveal his hand.

You begin to lean in, little by little, as if testing how far he'll let this go, what he truly wants. His eyes meet yours again with a softness, a vulnerable longing that grants you permission. Finally, you close the space between the two of you, your lips lightly brushing against his. You feel a small breath escape from his lips, melting against yours.

His head tilts and he leans in further, his lips molding against yours with a whispered intensity. A soft sound rises in the back of his throat, as his hand finds its way to the back of your head, his fingers tangling into your hair. His tongue presses against your lips, realizing he's enjoying the taste of something sweet for the first time.

He tugs your hair, not forcefully, just enough to pull you back so he can look into your eyes; you can see the thoughts reeling through his head as his eyes shift between the two of yours.

"Y/N," his voice dips into a rare tenderness, "you bother me. A lot."

You're not sure if you're imagining it, but you think you even see the smallest upturn to his lips.

"Then I suppose I'll have to keep bothering you," you match his tone, your words wrapping around him with a warmth he's never felt before.

He makes a hm sound of approval. He nods. He smiles -- you're sure of it this time.

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Requests are OPEN!

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

Hey , I was wondering how do you think the Bay Turtles would react to that Tik Tok trend where the gf called their bf their husband ? Like they could be at the lair and April calls reader amd reader is like " Ya I'm at my husbands place " etc.

This is the trend I'm talking about

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeypmGWK/

Very cute idea! Also Bayverse request! 😚👌💙

🐢Calling Them Your Husband🐢

💙❤️Bayverse TMNT x Reader💜🧡

Word Count: 917

CW: Gender-neutral reader, calling him your husband 🥰, fluffy as hell, not proof-read.

TikTok was an interesting platform that you enjoyed scrolling through occasionally, and it wasn’t until one day you stumbled upon the couple side of TikTok. You were planning on scrolling past until a certain one caught your attention, and it certainly got you thinking…

Later that night, you and your boyfriend were doing your nightly activities as you usually did, when you got a sudden call from April. You answered with a smile, “Hey April, what’s up?” You ask, the conversation flowing naturally until she asked where you were at. Without hesitation, you answered, “Oh! Yeah, I’m at my husband's place.” You smile, before glancing over at the turtle beside you, getting the following reaction…

🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢

💙 Leo was staring rather intensely at you, feeling a flood of emotions course through him as he stared at you. He would then let out a soft chuckle, and waited until you hung up. He really liked that, oh he REALLY loved that actually, you saw him as your husband, huh?

💙 Once you hung up, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you sweetly, “So, what was that about, hm?” He mused, as you giggled a bit. “You want to get married? Why didn’t you just say so?” He smiles, and you couldn’t find it in your heart to tell him it was a TikTok, you just couldn’t, not at the time anyways. And plus, I mean the topic was on your mind after all.

💙 “Oh yeah.” You grin as you draw him into a loving kiss, “Let’s get married?” You ask, smiling at him. A chuckle escapes him and he presses his forehead against yours, “Yeah… Let’s get married.” He swiftly lifts you up, bridal style, “And let’s make it soon. I want this husband title to be more permanent.” He chuckles. (Though you would have to tell him later down the line about this because you felt a tad bit guilty, spoiler; he was confused, but he was fine with it.)

🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢

❤️ Raph gave you a soft chuckle, before placing a hand on your hip, “Damn right you are.” He smirked down at you. Now this, dear reader, stroked his ego, he absolutely loved it. He waits for you to finish up the call with April, lightly rubbing your skin in a loving manner as he was left with his thoughts for a moment.

❤️ Once you hung up, he kissed your head, “Husband, huh? Get that from somewhere?” He asks, and you couldn’t help but chuckle, “Yes… I did, it was a TikTok idea.” He playfully rolled his eyes, “Now you didn’t mean it?” He teased, making you panic, “Of course I did, Raph!” He let out a small laugh, “Easy, Dollface. I’m messing with you.” He would kiss your forehead, calming you down.

❤️ He was a little disappointed that it was a TikTok trend, but he does have to admit, you calling him your husband certainly felt good. Now he was rather tempted to make you a Hamato, if you catch my drift. But he’d wait, he wants it to be at the right time… For now, he’s just relentlessly bullies you (lovingly) about this for a good while.

🐢💜Donatello💜🐢

💜 Chokes, Donnie literally chokes. He was in the middle of drinking some apple juice when the phrase, ‘my husband’s’, gave him some whiplash with this one. He was choking and coughing, wiping away dripping juice as you panicked and hung up on April to help him, (RIP Donnie, died to apple juice 💀).

💜 Once you finish helping him clean up, he would finally regain his composure, his nostrils still stinging from the apple juice, he asks, “What was that about?” He wasn’t angry, not at all, just really confused about this whole thing. Husband? That’s not the right term, you guys aren’t married (yet)! You end up explaining, “Well… It was a TikTok trend and I kinda wanted to see how you’d react.” You admit.

💜 He chuckles and shakes his head at this, “A TikTok trend?” He asks, “Well, it certainly caught me off guard… But maybe don’t do that the next time I’m drinking apple juice, it isn’t pleasant in the throat nor the nose.” He warns, making you smile, “Right, sorry Don.” And you kissed his cheek, returning back to your fun nightly activities of working on his latest invention.

🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢

🧡 Mikey goes along with it, he’s seen this trend. He wraps his arms around your waist and leans against your shoulder, speaking closer to the phone, “Yup~ Wifeys at my place!” He grins, and now you were feeling yourself get red in the face, now a little flustered that he went along with it. It kinda made you feel a little giddy inside.

🧡 Once hanging up, Mikey was giving you a smug smirk, “Tried to pull that one on me? Well I’m two steps ahead of you, angelcakes!” He grins as he’d kiss your cheek, making you groan, “Damn it, Mikey. I was hoping you’d be a little more on the surprised side, but alas, you know TikTok better than I do.” Making him laugh and nuzzle against your neck.

🧡 He placed sweet kisses along your neck, “Nah, that just takes the fun out of it.” He grins widely, pulling away to look into your eyes, “Plus, I’ve always wanted to call you wifey.” He smirked again when he saw you blush a little harder, making you sigh, “Fine fine! You win.” You groan, hugging him around the shoulders, as he laughed softly and nuzzled your cheek lovingly.

[yanderefarm]

Now I need us “pretending” to forget about Emil, only to actully forget about it him.

Like, as a punishment we lock him in the basement and forget about him as a joke, send a maid down there once a day to feed him, but then we genuinely forget about with him, because we didn’t realize how much work Emil does.

He gets feed once a day from a maid, but that’s the only interaction he has. (Need some more angst before it gets fluffy🙏🙏)

part 3 of this & 2

i don't know why i love this series so much i want to break emil so bad. i have so much fun writing pathetic emil whump.

cw;; domestic abuse, drugging, unsanitary, manipulation, dehumanization

things had been relatively peaceful since starting the divorce process. a process you had paid the information guild to purposely obstruct and delay while also leaking all the information about. at this point you met the guild master more than your own husband, in spite of emil's attempts. every day you would wake up to find some kind of expensive gift and your maids would inform you that emil was there to see you, to which you would dismiss both. but emil kept trying.

he wasn't even being drugged anymore but the effects had clearly taken their toll on his mind. according to the servants of the main house he wasn't doing his work, he would spend all his time wandering or sitting like he was the living dead, and they even heard him crying. your name and even mention of the queen title had been all but banned by his advisors in an attempt to get him to pull himself together. he wasn't.

the first time you saw him in 6 months was shortly after a meeting with the guild master discussing your next steps to take over the kingdom. you had decided with everything squared away you would go out for a walk by the fountain.

the moon was the only light on the usually vibrant garden, casting it in a somber darkness. the air was cold and heavy with the chilling change of seasons on the horizon so you were wrapped in a shawl. it was the perfect night to find him. your husband was standing on the bridge overlooking the fountain, he was staring down into the water longingly. you could see from his reflection in the water his eyes were sunken and there were bags under them, his hair was messy and uncombed, and he was paler than normal. he looked sickly and the cold blank look in his eyes didn't help.

he didn't even seem to notice as you approached when usually he would be on high alert or draw his sword. or he did notice.

"if you're going to kill me please make it quick." he must have thought you were some kind of assassin but more notably his voice was so soft and weak unlike anything you'd ever heard from him.

"i have no intention of killing you." your voice made his head shoot up with all the speed his weakened state could allow.

fresh tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. "(y/n)..? are you... real..?"

he stumbled towards you his feet struggling to carry him. you reached out and caught his surprisingly light body.

"you're re-"

"what's wrong with you? do you think dying will make things better?"

he flinched and his head fell to the ground.

"i thought you would break eventually and just admit you were wrong. but you'd rather die, hm?"

"i- you- i tried-"

"i don't want your excuses, emil."

he swallowed hard as tears began falling freely from his eyes. he opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. you couldn't help but take some kind of pity on the poor man, your hand running under his chin and forcing him to look back at your face.

"you're so pathetic... this is what the terrible tyrant becomes?"

you ran your thumb along his bottom lip before you leaned in close enough to feel his ragged breath against your lips.

"give up your pathetic life. give everything to me. everything ends when you give it to me."

he tried to lean forward enough to catch your lips but you kept out of his reach. instead of letting him kiss you, you pulled away from him completely. you stood up straight and pulled your arms away from his body causing the pathetic man to drop onto his knees. his body hit the cobble like you'd dropped a corpse but you decided not to care, choosing to turn away instead.

you started to walk away when you heard scratching and clawing at the stone under your feet.

"-ing please. please!" his voice clearly strained to try get your attention.

you stopped in your tracks waiting for him to speak but instead you heard more clawing and shuffling. eventually you felt his head bump into your leg like a cat greeting its owner. his bloody hands grabbed your leg and he held onto you as tight as he could while rubbing his head against your leg.

"emil. let me go."

"please take it... please take everything..."

"let me go."

"you want everything its yours. please."

"emil."

you finally dared to look down at him. he was so pathetic, his tears and blood were staining your pants. you let out a heavy sigh and reached down, your hand running through his tangled mess of hair.

"if you mean that then tomorrow concede your kingdom to me."

his peachy pink eyes looked up at you.

"do you understand?"

he nodded.

"then let go. you're getting me dirty."

he hesitated but he slowly let go of your leg.

———

of course your husband came through. he did as you ordered him, meaning you ascended to the title of king ahead of your schedule. while it certainly had its benefits it did leave a few things unfinished specifically on the guild master's end. so after everything settled into place you used your new found power to help staple in the final touches.

your husband who had been so happy to have you next to him again the past few months had to resume the drugs just so your hard work wouldn't completely slip away. he was still walking around like a corpse just a better maintained one. but no one seemed to have the time to pay much mind in the chaos of making you king. no one had the time to wonder where he went near the end of the chaos as you took over. and it was only when it was too late did his advisors even notice he wasn't anywhere to be found in the castle. you had to reassure them that he was currently tucked away from the public receiving the utmost medical care for his poor condition.

you ran a hand through your hair as you descended the dungeon steps, you were currently complaining to your maid about all the tedious parts of your job. there was an undeniable smile on your face though, the pride of having the most powerful kingdom in your hands made even the tedium valuable. your smile only widened twisting into a sick smirk as your torch caught onto the dirty form of your caged husband. he was on his knees clinging to the bars of his cell with tearful dead eyes.

"how long has it been, emil...?"

you walked over and crouched in front of him, he immediately went to push his head against your hand.

"your highness it's been 6 months since your last visit." your maid hung the torch nearby.

"really...? it's been over a year since i started this..."

your maid set about preparing emil's food while you pet him gently.

"i didn't mean to forget you down here."

the poor man didn't even seem to realize as he rubbed his head against your hand.

"oh emil... to think it only took a little over a year to break the mad king. to take everything away from you. to trap you in a little cage like you did my family."

the maid returned with some fresh water and a bowl of porridge. you pulled away from emil as she gave him his food. you watched his pathetic eyes look up at you desperately and you cocked your head to the side.

"your highness he's asking permission to eat."

your eyes lit up as you looked over at your maid. "oh my goodness!! you're incredible! i remember telling you i wanted to train him but to think you really went the extra mile..."

"thank you, sir. it's an absolute honor to break the man who destroyed my home."

your smile didn't fade as you looked down at the pleading former tyrant. "go ahead. but you can't use your hands."

emil hesitated before he finally shoved his face down into the bowl, eating like a pig with slop. it was a disgusting but amusing site, you and your maid had a good laugh at his expense.

once he was done you decided to give him a reward for good behavior. you crouched down in front of him and gently cleaned the mess off his face with a warm wash cloth. it was the closest thing he'd had to a real bath in the past 6 months. he was sobbing as he leaned into your hands.

it didn't last as long as he'd liked and you pulled away again.

"continue training him. id like to parade him around eventually so we should work with that goal in mind."

"you'll have his complete obedience. he won't even think to breathe without your permission."

"wonderful." you ran a hand down through his tangled mess of hair. "... I'll give you a budget so you can properly turn this area into the perfect training facility and our private friend can help you with the details."

"i look forward to it, your highness."

"i do too. when we're done with you you'll finally tell me you love me. you'll thank me for all of this, emi."

all you got was a whimper in response. you left your precious husband down in the dungeon, a forgotten and disgraced king.

[pinata-candy]

Into the Wild ThunderClan!! These are 'canon' world designs for me! I've been working on a personal rewrite for my own entertainment (mostly fixing the family trees) alongside my WOF rewrite, but these designs ignore my family tree and follow the canon one! -> Fire and Ice

Design details and explanations below!

Bluestar- I wanted her to be like. somewhat regal looking, somewhat serving. But I also wanted to try a like, reverse colorpoint? It didn't turn out how I pictured in my mind, might have to revisit

Redtail and Spottedleaf- they are twins to me, I wanted them to look similar no matter what, I really like how square I made them. I also wanted to drift away from overly like, fem spotted- I have no problems with people who make her design overly fem coded but I personally do not care for it

Lionheart- Is a lion

Tigerclaw- is a tiger. Tiger means orange. get Oranged boy

Whitestorm- silly old man to me. Colorpoint like his mama, I wanted him to be very whispy, like a storm

Darkstripe- I wanted to get like. sleezy king's advisor energy. I think I did a good job with that

Longtail- I wanted him to look like a serval! I adore Longtail

Mousefur- wanted her to look like a lil mouse <33

Runningwind- I wanted quick, whispy shapes like the wind (and for him to look like sand. Can't help myself. She's a runningred baby all day everyday to me) I added the eyelines that cheetahs have bc he's a fast guy!

Firepaw- CRINGE BABY!!! wanted him to look flaming!

Dustpaw- I struggled with him bc when I think of dust I think of like, dust bunnies and kinda fluffy shapes, but he isn't a fluffy guy! Though, dust bunny dusty sounds fun. Might have to revamp him lol

Graypaw- droopy and soft and friendly! Gave him cartoony friend eyes bc it felt right. Looks like his mama!

Ravenpaw- tiny, weepy little guy. He is so cute

Sandpaw-I wanted tough, sharp, and swirly bc of her storm warrior name, and when I think storm and wind I think of swirls!

Brindleface- ok, I know brindle is a kind of pattern but when I hear the world brindle I think of like, crinkly shapes? So I tried to make her crinkled somehow

Willowpelt- droopy like a willow! I know willows aren't purple but I associate the word with purple? So she's purple n green! I love her design

Speckletail- I admit, didn't have much thought on her. Just made her speckled

Frostfur- snow, frost, cold girl- wanted her to have awesome snow and winter vibes

Goldenflower- Golden flower = sunflower, she is a sunflower <33

Halftail- really no thoughts about this guy but I like his shapes

Dappletail- she gives me like. old wealth vibes. High class old woman who is kinda mean. Tried to get that across. Don't know why, I really don't even remember her beyond her weird 'relationship' with Stormtail and how she died

One-eye- I wanted to make her kinda sharp and tough

Smallear- Old man looking cat bc he is an old man <33

Rosetail- I want to draw a full body of her one day bc I can picture a rose looking tail in my mind but until then, she just is pink and heart coded

Patchpelt- wanted to try and make 'stitches' along his patches!

That's everyone- some of these cats I could picture in my mind, some not at all but this was so fun. I can't wait to do more!

[shadamyheadcanons]

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

Amy insists on bringing Shadow out to enjoy his first winter on Earth. Although she seems excited to do so at first, Shadow senses that something’s wrong.

Cross-posted on AO3.

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This was written as a gift for @thequeenofspace for the 2024 Shadamy Secret Santa event. Huge, huge thanks to the mods who worked so hard to organize it!

Shadow was awoken by the buzz of his phone on the nightstand next to him. His eyelids blinked open lazily, and he peeked at the screen.

The notification at the top read “Amy Rose.” Shadow’s heart fluttered oddly as it always did at the sight of her name, but when he opened the notification, his eyes were met with a perplexing message.

>Morning, Shadow! It’s finally time, just like I said, remember? Don’t look out the window! :D

Shadow just frowned at it for a few moments, mind bleary, but then his brain caught up and replayed a conversation he’d had with Amy about a month prior.

“Oh my God, I hadn’t realized this was your first winter on Earth! Hmm...oo, I know! I have a surprise for you! I’ll text you in the morning sometime. When I do, don’t look outside! There’s something I want you to see!”

If those words had come from anyone else, Shadow would have rejected them outright. He’d always hated surprises.

He stretched and yawned, reluctantly dragging himself out of bed. He went through his morning routine, taking more time than usual to make sure his quills sat perfectly on his head. He kept his gaze trained on the floor as he pulled on his shoes, gloves, and the red scarf Tails had given him recently, resisting the urge to look out the window.

A knock at the door jolted Shadow out of his thoughts, but he still averted his gaze stubbornly as he jogged over to answer it. Amy’s warm, bubbly voice floated in, making his heart jump once more.

“Shadow, I’m here! Can you hear me?”

“Yes,” Shadow replied, unlocking the door.

“Great! Don’t open it quite yet, okay? Close your eyes!”

Shadow shook his head but obeyed without hesitation. “Alright. I’m ready.”

“Okay!”

The door creaked open, and a rush of cold air whistled through Shadow’s fur. A pair of gloved hands took his and guided him gently forward. “Watch your step!”

“With my eyes shut?”

“Oh, you know what I mean!”

Shadow chuckled under his breath. He shuffled his feet forward, found the edge of his doorstep, and stepped carefully over it onto his porch.

Amy’s voice dropped to an excited whisper. “Okay...now you can look!”

Shadow cracked his eyes open, only to squint immediately, temporarily blinded by his bright surroundings. “Why is everything so...”

Then, realization hit him, and he blinked his eyes open wide.

Every surface around him was white. Roofs, streets, cars, and lawns hid under a fluffy blanket three inches deep. Children laughed and frolicked in the substance while parents pushed piles of it off their driveways with shovels, grumbling all the way.

For once, though, the voices didn’t overwhelm Shadow’s senses; the sounds were muted, distant, seemingly deadened by the soft white cloak coating every surface.

Shadow looked around, mystified. A flake of the substance landed on his nose, making him cross his eyes to get a look at it. He tilted his head toward the sky and blinked as more bits of it fell on his face, tickling his cheeks. He held a hand in front of him, palm up, and watched as a few more landed on his glove, lingering for a moment before disappearing.

His mouth hung open for quite some time as he observed his surroundings. A puff of air escaped his lips, appearing equally white before fading out. “Is this...snow?”

Shadow could see Amy’s giant grin out of the corner of his eye. She bobbed her head, drawing his gaze. “Yeah! Isn’t it beautiful?”

Her eyes were sparkling and hopeful, as if her entire day were hinging on his response. As he ran his gaze over the streets and buildings, he couldn’t help but oblige her. “Yes. It really is.”

Amy let out a happy whine and hopped in place, and her smile somehow widened further. “YES! I knew you’d like it!”

It’s not the only thing that’s beautiful, he thought, hoping the fondness on his face wasn’t too noticeable. “Thank you for sharing this with me. It means a lot.”

Amy squealed happily and clenched her hands in loose fists under her chin, her expression turning determined. “And that’s not the only thing I’m sharing with you today. There are tons of things to love about snow!”

If Amy were anyone else, Shadow would immediately snap at them, indignant that someone would demand his time without warning.

Instead, his heart leapt. To hide his excitement, he looked for a distraction and noticed Amy’s outfit for the first time. He raised a brow. “You seem...prepared.”

Amy glanced sheepishly down at her huge parka and snowpants. She appeared to be about twice her normal size, indicating that she was wearing more than a few layers underneath. A dark woolen hat completed the outfit. When she met his gaze once more, though, she shook it off and smiled again. “And you seem unprepared! You’re going to need more gear than that in this weather.”

“Hmph. That won’t be necessary.”

Amy smirked and wagged a finger at him. “You won’t be saying that in a few minutes!”

Shadow adjusted the cuffs of his gloves and shook his head curtly. “As the ultimate life form, I was built to endure extreme temperatures. Unless it’s approaching absolute zero or hotter than boiling water, I’ll be fine.”

The smirk on Amy’s face morphed into a petulant pout. “That’s so not fair!” Her childish reaction drew a rare smile out of Shadow, and she sighed. After a moment, though, she wrinkled her nose and pointed a mitten-clad hand at the scarf around his neck. “How come you’re wearing that, then?”

Because I wanted to look nice for you, but I didn’t want to overdo it.

Shadow averted his gaze by staring down at the red fabric. “...Because Tails has good taste.”

Luckily, she just laughed. “I’ll tell him you said that.”

“You have to try this at least once in your life,” Amy insisted, pulling Shadow along with one hand while she held a red plastic sled in the other. “Vanilla used to bring me and Cream every time it snowed!”

Several families were watching the two of them, smiling at the way Shadow was letting Amy drag him around. He ignored them. “This is the one where you slide down a hill, right?”

“Yup! And the bigger the hill, the better...like this one!”

Amy let go of his hand when they reached the crest, and she gestured to the slope before them. Laughing children raced down the hill on plastic sleds of all shapes and colors in ones and twos, with occasional groups shooting down in long wooden toboggans.

Shadow’s eyes darted over the hill, spotting tracks and bumps that could cause trouble. The biggest obstacle, however, was the multitude of humans and Mobians alike who zipped down below them. “Seems like a lot of people had the same idea,” he muttered, mentally plotting out the safest route he could find.

“Yeah. This is the best sledding hill around. It’s always like this.” She was tapping her foot and scanning the area below them, apparently planning a route herself. She cringed, then gave an embarrassed laugh. “One year, Cream and I almost slammed right into another pair of kids. I swerved away just in time!” She visibly shuddered.

Shadow could see her jaw clench. Something about it made his stomach turn. “Did something else happen?”

Amy’s eyes widened, as if she were surprised that he’d be concerned, but then she shrank down and held the sled up in front of her, hiding half her face behind it. “Err, yeah...I kind of steered us into a big rock.” She narrowed her eyes, then pointed to a conspicuous, jagged, slate gray edge jutting up out of the snow halfway down. Layers of well-worn sled tracks weaved around the dangerous protrusion. “That big rock, actually.”

Shadow’s attention was immediately torn from the slope to Amy herself. “Did you get hurt?”

Amy’s eyes widened further. She paused for just an instant, expression strained...but then she snorted and waved it off. “Oh, don’t worry. I taught Cream to bail out and fly to safety in times like that so she wouldn’t get hurt. She’s fine.”

Shadow choked. “No, I mean you. Did anything happen to you?”

Who taught you to ignore yourself like this?

Amy just stared for a moment, mouth slightly open, but then she shook her head with a sheepish smile. “No worries! I just sprained my wrist, that’s all.”

Shadow’s throat clenched, and his frown deepened. “Which one?”

“Huh?”

He reached down for her hands and rubbed around her bracelets with his thumbs, as if he could figure it out from touch alone. “Left or right?”

Amy let out an amused huff through her nose. “Left, but it’s not like it matters now.” He held her left hand delicately in his own and tried to look closer, but her sleeve was in the way. Amy rolled her eyes. “Shadow. This happened years ago, and it didn’t even break. Vanilla wrapped it for me and told me to lay off the hammer-swinging for a couple of weeks, and then I was fine.”

At that, the stress finally left Shadow’s muscles, and he sighed. “Good.”

Thank God someone cared enough for once!

After that, though, he examined the hill with new apprehension. A couple of kids tumbled off their sleds at the bottom, rolling to a stop afterward with barely-audible grunts of discomfort. Shadow winced and looked back up at Amy. “Do you feel comfortable doing this?”

She tilted her head. “What do you mean?”

“Well...you know. I’d understand if you didn’t want to after...that,” he trailed off, gesturing vaguely at her wrist.

Amy glanced down at it, then gave him a flat look. “Shadow the hedgehog, do you think a sprained wrist would take me out of commission forever? I’m tougher than that!”

“Well—no, I just meant—”

Amy’s gaze turned sly. “Y’know, I’m starting to think you’re just too scared to try it.”

Shadow’s competitive spirit flared up in his chest, eclipsing his concern. “I’m the ultimate life form. I’m not afraid of anything, especially not an activity for children.”

“Prove it.”

He crossed his arms and stared her down. Most would back off, but Amy’s grin only grew more smug with time, even when a low growl rumbled in his throat. Her refusal to back down and the way she never showed an ounce of fear toward him made Shadow’s stomach flip.

He shook it off and eyed the hill once more, then sighed and took her free hand in his. “Fine. But we’re not going anywhere near that damn rock.”

And the second all these kids are gone for the day, I’m coming back and slicing it clean off with a Chaos Spear. That thing’s never going to hurt anyone again.

Amy skipped forward to keep pace with him, excited smile spread brightly across her face once more. Shadow’s heart skipped a beat.

Especially not her.

Once they were far enough away from the rock, Shadow halted. Amy made an inquisitive noise, but he stayed silent. After nailing down the safest trajectory, he took two steps to the left, then nodded decisively. “Here.”

Amy chuckled under her breath. “Exactly here?”

“Precisely.”

“Whatever you say,” she replied. Even without looking, Shadow could hear the smile in her voice. A moment later, though, she spoke up again...and the amusement was gone. “Hm...this is pretty steep, isn’t it?”

Anyone who didn’t pay much attention to Amy likely wouldn’t have detected the hint of hesitation she was trying to hide. Out of the corner of his eye, Shadow could see the slight wrinkle of her nose and the tensed jaw very few people would recognize as unease.

Shadow turned fully toward her. “We can pick a different spot if you want.”

Amy kept staring down the slope for a moment, but then she shook her head stubbornly and clenched her free hand into a fist. “Of course not! When have I ever backed down from a challenge?”

Shadow admired her cute, defiant expression for a moment, then shut his eyes and sighed. Not once in all the time I’ve known you. He opened his eyes once more. “Alright. I’m ready when you are.”

Amy shooed him to the side and stooped down to place the sled down exactly where he’d been standing. “Do you want to sit in the front or the back?”

Shadow opened his mouth, fully intending to say he didn’t care, but something told him Amy would feel safer if someone were holding her. “I’ll sit in the back.”

Amy’s tone turned sickeningly sweet. “Aww, you just want to hold me, don’t you?”

Shadow coughed and sputtered. “N-no, of course not! I...I just...”

Well...she isn’t exactly wrong...

Amy snorted and sat down on the sled. “Relax, Shadow, I’m just kidding. Come on!” She patted the space behind her.

He crouched down into the sled, awkwardly splaying his legs out on either side of her, and sat on the cheap plastic. After a moment of hesitation, he scooted up right behind Amy. Her hands rested flat on the snow on either side of them in preparation, and he followed suit.

“Ready?”

He nodded.

“Great! Three...two...one...go!”

They pushed forward until they reached the crest of the hill, then let gravity do the rest. Shadow hurriedly wrapped his arms around her before they could gain momentum, finding it somewhat challenging around the bulky layers she wore.

Amy let out a squeal of excitement as they picked up speed. The wind whistled past Shadow’s face, and he could feel clumps of snow flattening and crunching through the thin plastic underneath them.

Even once they were halfway down the hill, though, the speed wasn’t particularly thrilling for Shadow. Instead, he scanned the slope for potential hazards.

In the process of doing so, he spotted Amy’s hands. Even through her mittens, he could see how tightly--how desperately--she was hanging onto the edges of the sled. When they jolted over a larger bump, her body stiffened in his arms, and her initial cheer faded into a whine that she probably thought he couldn’t hear. Shadow’s heart pounded.

She’s terrified.

Shadow’s eyes darted around, searching for any excuse he could find. Luckily, he spotted a toboggan shooting down the slope nearby. It wasn’t on a collision course with them, but it was just close enough to make the argument. He held Amy closer, making her let out a squeak.

“Chaos...control!”

After a familiar yanking sensation, Shadow reappeared at the top of the hill with Amy cradled in his arms. She jumped and reflexively latched onto him like a spider monkey, looking around frantically. At the base of the hill, their sled was sliding unsteadily to a stop, being blown around by the wind without its passengers to weigh it down.

“...Sorry.”

Amy looked up at him, the panic in her eyes softening into confusion. He nodded at the toboggan that was reaching the bottom. “They were getting too close for comfort.”

She followed his gaze, then went boneless in his arms with a shaky laugh. “Thanks, Shadow!” She snuggled up against his chest.

Shadow just stayed put, frozen and flustered, until he was interrupted by a few wolf whistles and amused comments from the strangers around them.

“Aww, how cute!”

“When’s the wedding?”

“Get a room!”

A choked noise got caught in Shadow’s throat. He nearly flailed, holding himself in check long enough to put Amy down. She snorted cutely, and he crossed his arms and looked away. “Is there anything else you wanted to do today?”

Amy glanced back down the steep hill to where their sled sat. She bit her lip, then looked back up and half-smiled. “Yeah. I’ve got a better idea.”

“I know you’ll love this one,” Amy insisted, lacing up her skates beside him on the bench.

Shadow nodded, though he wasn’t really sure what the point was; the rental skates even looked like his air shoes. He stood up once he was done tying them and took a careful step onto the frozen lake. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, testing the difference between the razor-thin blades and his typical flat shoes. With his natural coordination, he adapted easily.

When he looked over his shoulder, however, he found that Amy was having a tougher time. Her whole body shook as she attempted to stand, from her quivering legs to the trembling arms she was using to push herself up. Even her teeth were chattering. Her eyes were wide and focused as she straightened up inch by inch, and Shadow could hear her rapid breathing. At last, she stood up fully, letting out a heavy, relieved sigh.

Unfortunately, her relief proved to be short-lived; just a moment after she’d reached her full height, she leaned too far back. It wasn’t long before her limbs were flailing in an unsuccessful attempt to regain her balance. Soon, she was falling, terror in her eyes—

Shadow zipped into place, having predicted the slip-up. He pressed a hand to her back, tilting her forward to help her stand back up again. She latched onto his scarf and yanked on it to stabilize herself while she planted both skates firmly onto the ice.

Amy panted, staring straight ahead with wide eyes. Shadow waited for a moment, then spoke. “Are you alright?”

Amy looked up, and her eyes bugged out even more when she found his face just a couple inches away from hers. She cringed even more when she noticed she was clinging onto him for dear life. “S-sorry! I’m fine!” she blurted.

“I don’t mind.”

She untangled her fingers from the scarf and took a step back, and he found he missed the contact immediately.

Amy shook herself off. “Phew! You ready?”

Shadow raised a brow. “Are you?”

“Of course!”

Contrary to her confident declaration, though, Amy’s progress was slow. She pushed forward one skate at a time, practically stepping forward, as if she were afraid to glide further, and her arms stuck out stiffly by her sides. Shadow took the hand on her left side and slid smoothly forward, keeping an eye on her. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable.”

“Of course I’m comfortable!” she protested. She kept her gaze locked on the ice in front of her, though, apparently too nervous to look up. Shadow couldn’t blame her; if he weren’t confident in his own abilities, the curious, judgmental stares of the couples doing laps around them probably wouldn’t have helped.

Amy stumbled forward, grabbing onto his arm to keep from falling. “S-sorry!”

Shadow’s expression pinched. He knew Amy well enough to predict that inquiring about her wellbeing again wouldn’t be of any help. Instead, he shifted closer. “Straighten up more. If you keep your weight over your feet, you won’t tip over,” he muttered.

Amy looked up at last, visibly perplexed, but she nodded and followed his advice. Once she seemed more stable, he added, “Press your knees forward. Then...” Shadow hesitated and gathered up his courage, then skated closer. He lifted her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Keep your head up.”

Shadow could hear her breath hitch. Her cheeks were red, and he almost fooled himself into thinking she was blushing, but he tried not to get his hopes up. She’s probably just cold. Even her chin is freezing.

Before he had time to analyze it further, Amy winced. Her gaze was fixed ahead, where they were approaching the edge of the pond.

Shadow shook his head, bewildered. She doesn’t even know how to turn! Why did she bring me ice skating if she can’t skate? He stayed close. “Turn your head and shoulders in the direction you want to go. The rest of your body will follow.”

Amy nodded and stared straight ahead, focusing on the turn with almost comical intensity, eyes narrowed. With Shadow’s guidance, though—and the vice grip on his arm—she made it, gliding stiffly around the corner. A nervous chuckle left her lips, but then it grew into a sincere, joyous laugh that made Shadow’s chest feel lighter. She pumped a fist in the air. “WHOO!”

The triumphant display drew the attention of several couples, and her laugh died down into a quiet giggle. After a little while, her grip on his arm loosened, and she held his hand instead. A genuine smile graced her face, warming Shadow’s heart.

At last, they completed a full loop. Amy gazed longingly at the bench where they’d started. Catching the look, Shadow spoke up. “Need a break?”

“Yes!” Amy blurted, startling them both. She smiled shyly. “If you don’t mind.”

Shadow just nodded. Seeing her trepidation as they approached the bench, he guided her toward it, subtly taking on some of her weight to help bring her to a stop.

She can’t turn. She can’t stop. Has no one even tried to teach her?

Amy dropped onto the bench with a relieved huff, then smiled up at him. “Sorry! I know we haven’t been out there very long. I haven’t done this since last year, so I think I just have to get used to it again.”

Shadow kept quiet, sensing it wouldn’t be wise to argue.

Amy frowned. “I don’t want to keep you from it, though. You always seem like you have fun with your regular shoes, so I thought you might enjoy this, too!”

Shadow tilted one of his skates sideways to examine the blade attached to it. “There’s a little more friction with the metal and the ice, but it’s pretty much the same otherwise. I could probably pull off my usual tricks in these.”

Amy gasped abruptly next to him, her face instantly lighting up. “I’d love to see that! Can you try it?”

Shadow gazed at her for a few seconds, knowing he could never say no to that face. He shrugged and adjusted his gloves. “Guess I could give it a shot.” She squealed, and he stepped back onto the ice to take a more active stance. He glanced around between the other skaters, calculated how much room he would need, and launched forward, ice flakes shooting up in his wake.

Shadow raced around the lake, throwing his weight into each stride and weaving between the other skaters. The carve of metal on ice sliced past his ears, crisp and clean. He made a few laps to get the feel of the friction, adjusting his stance to compensate. Then, he lined himself up in the center of the ice, pushed himself even faster, and leapt up high. He twisted his body sideways as he hurtled through the air, flipping forward end over end. He kept his eye on the ground as he fell, then straightened out in time to land on both blades with a decisive scrape. He fumbled a little with the landing, but he was able to lean into it without much trouble.

Around him, cheers erupted from the skaters who’d paused to watch, but Shadow didn’t have ears for them. He returned to Amy’s side, and she beamed as he approached. She was sitting on her hands, shoulders slightly hunched, but she took her hands out to applaud rapidly for him. “Shadow, that was so cool!”

Shadow groomed his quills back, not hiding a smirk. “Hmph. What can I say? I’m a natural.”

Amy brightened up and pressed her hands together. “Oo, I have an idea! You should be in the next Olympics with us! I bet you’d be great at figure skating.”

Shadow wrinkled his nose at the thought of the frilly outfits and classical music he’d always associated with figure skaters. “That’s not really my style.”

The way she wilted made him feel guilty. “Aww, really? But you’d be so good at it! You’re great at tricks, and you’re a lot of fun to watch!”

Amy’s eyes shined up at him, pleading and hopeful. He only lasted a few seconds before relenting. “Fine. I’ll learn one trick.”

Her resulting smile was worth it. “Really? I’d love that! Which one do you want to learn? There’s the toe loop, the lutz, the salchow...”

Shadow stared blankly. “I don’t know what any of that means. Which one is your favorite?”

Amy pursed her lips. “Well, my favorite is the axel, but it’s the hardest one, so...”

“When has that ever stopped me?”

Amy giggled. “I guess you’ve got a point. You have to start skating forwards, then spin around, and...” She trailed off and twirled her fingers, trying—and failing—to demonstrate. “Well, it’s kind of hard to describe with words, but...”

Amy looked out across the ice. Her eyes flicked down to her skates, and she cringed for just a moment before she could hide it.

There’s no way she can demonstrate that. Shadow rubbed his chin. “Is there a video you could look up?”

Amy perked up again immediately. “Oh, yeah!” She pulled out her phone and started typing away on it. “My favorite figure skater, Elise, can do it perfectly! She’s from Soleanna. I’d love to meet her someday!”

Amy kept talking about the figure skater, but Shadow was more preoccupied with her hands. She’d had to take off a mitten to use the screen, and seeing how stiff and shaky her fingers were made him wince. He lifted a hand and opened his mouth to ask, but she interrupted him.

“Alright! Found it! Check this out!” She handed him the phone.

Shadow took it and watched as a slender, red-haired woman skated confidently through an ice rink. She wrapped her arms around herself in preparation. When the music from Amy’s tiny phone speakers reached a crescendo, she launched herself into the air, twirling twice before landing on one foot and effortlessly leading into the rest of the routine.

“You don’t have to do two spins like she does,” Amy added. “It’s better to start small with just a single.”

Shadow replayed the jump a few times. Forward, on that foot, then land backwards... He nodded and returned her phone. “Got it.”

Her eyes bugged out. “Already?”

He crouched down in a starting position and smirked at her. “I’m a quick learner.” Then, he took off.

Shadow looped around the pond a few more times. Several other skaters turned to look this time, but his focus was locked solely on Amy. Worry tugged at his mind when he noticed how she was sitting: shoulders hunched, hands between her knees, and face half-buried in her parka. He pressed his lips together. I need to get her off of that bench to do something. He looked forward again. But first...

Shadow rounded one more corner, then dashed forward and smirked. No one underestimates me and gets away with it. He took stock of where his feet were, pulled his arms in, and launched himself up, spinning three times. The area seemed to grow still after a collective gasp...until Shadow landed solidly on one foot, teetering for just a moment before he regained his footing. Shouts and applause rang out behind him as he skated casually over to Amy, drifting backwards to a stop. His smug smile grew the longer she stared, mouth open wide.

Eventually, she regained her composure and shook her head, smiling. “Now you’re just showing off, aren’t you?”

“Of course. Don’t you know who I am?”

Amy chuckled. “Yeah, we get it, Mr. Perfect.”

Something in her tone stung. Shadow glanced down at her skates again, wondering if he’d overdone it. “All the same, I think I like my air shoes better. Maybe I can pull off axels in those, too.”

Amy snorted. “You actually haven’t landed any axels yet.”

Shadow’s jaw nearly dropped. “Then what was that?!” he demanded, gesturing back at the ice.

Amy’s laughter rang out. The light, pleasant sound tickled his eardrums. “You landed on the wrong foot!”

Shadow stared at her blankly and skated closer. “So it doesn’t count? Really?”

Amy nodded through her laughter. “For the record, though, I thought you looked really cool. Just like you always do!”

In the wake of those words and Amy’s pretty, charming smile, Shadow fell forward into the snow, tripped up by the transition off of the ice. Amy laughed all the louder, and Shadow just stayed face down for a few seconds, hoping his embarrassment would melt away into the snow. When it didn’t, he scrambled up onto the bench next to Amy, hoping to salvage at least some of his dignity.

Amy’s merriment died down at last, and she cupped his cheek, making his pulse skyrocket. “Are you alright? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed!”

Shadow sat still, allowing her to brush some stray snow out of his quills and off his face. “It’s no problem.” Once she finished, he spoke up once more. “You know a lot about skating considering you—” Shadow froze, then panicked. “I mean...not that you...”

Amy blew her quills out of her face and smiled wryly. “It’s okay, I know I suck.” Shadow’s blood boiled, but she held up a hand. “Don’t worry, I’ve known for a long time that it wouldn’t work out.” Her shoulders slumped, and her eyes were downcast. “I really did want to be a figure skater when I was young, but, well...” She gestured weakly at the ice. “You know. I asked Sonic if he wanted to be my partner for doubles ice skating last year, and he said yes, but then he saw me actually skate, and—” Amy bit her lip. “Well, he didn’t want me to get hurt. So...he went with Blaze instead.”

Shadow’s heart clenched, then burned. His fingers hurt from how tightly he held onto the bench underneath him, and his voice lowered an octave. “He did what?!”

Amy held up her hands immediately. “No, no, it’s not like that!” She rested a gentle hand on his tense shoulder. “For doubles figure skating, you don’t just skate normally. You do tricks and throw each other around in the air. It’s just about the most dangerous event at the Olympics.” He didn’t calm down, so she kept trying. “Blaze is a really good skater, and they won gold. I’m happy for them, really! I never could’ve done that. I’m just glad Sonic was looking out for me.” When he still wasn’t convinced, she laughed nervously. “I mostly just felt bad for Silver. Blaze didn’t know he liked her yet, and I think he got the wrong impression.”

Shadow’s pulse spiked even higher. Silver? You’re worried about Silver?! Why don’t you ever put yourself first?!

But out of the corner of his eye, Shadow could see worry lines etched into her face, and he knew now wasn’t the time. He closed his eyes, inhaled, and let it out slowly. With that, he met her gaze properly. “I’ll teach you. I’ll teach you all of it.”

The worry lines made way for surprise. “Really?”

Shadow nodded. “If there’s anyone who can teach you, it’s me. Anytime you want.” He stood up and reached out his hand. She looked confused, so he added, “I’m not skating without you.”

Amy stared at his hand for a long time. She started to reach for it, then stopped and looked away, defeated.

Shadow let his own hand fall. “Another time?”

Amy sighed, then gave a tired smile. “Yeah...some other time. I have another idea.”

Amy leapt into the air as she led him away from the frozen lake. “Alright! Feels good to be back in regular boots again, huh?”

Shadow nodded absently, but his attention was drawn toward her hands, which she was rubbing together. When she turned around and noticed he was looking, she whipped them behind her back with a hasty smile. “Have you ever heard of snow angels?”

When Shadow looked closer, he noticed her teeth were chattering again. “Are you alright?”

Amy huffed and crossed her arms, tucking her hands under her armpits with a pout. “Of course I’m alright! Have you heard of them or not?”

“I may have heard the term,” he replied, still unable to focus past her obvious discomfort.

Amy leaned in. “You’ve ‘heard the term?’ Do you know how to make one?”

“Uh...no.”

She wrinkled her nose, then nodded with authority. “Well, then, I’ll have to teach you! First, you hold your hands out to the side, then—!”

“Shoot!” The second she began to fall backwards, Shadow zipped in and caught her. “What are you doing?!”

Amy just froze in his arms for a moment, gazing into his eyes, but she snapped out of it, pressing her hands against his shoulders. “No, I’m supposed to fall back this time! Let go!”

“But—”

“You don’t understand—!”

With one last shove, Amy’s arm strength won out. She toppled the last foot or two to land on her back in the snow, and Shadow stumbled.

By the time he regained his footing, Amy was pushing her arms and legs back and forth through the snow. “S-see?”

She was trying to hide the pain in her face behind a smile. Shadow’s heart stung. He didn’t wait another moment before reaching around her torso to lift her up. Amy made a noise of complaint, but she didn’t stop him.

“What in the world were you thinking?!” he muttered, hurriedly brushing snow off of her head, shoulders, back, and arms.

Amy grumbled and wiggled away from him. She forced another smile onto her face and pointed at the imprint in the snow. “Look! It’s an angel—oh, wait!” She hopped around to crouch above the angel’s head and reached a finger toward the snow. “If you draw an oval here—”

Before Amy could blink, Shadow had dashed to her side and taken her hand to lift her upright again. “What are you doing?!”

Amy looked from her finger to his blazing eyes. “I’m...adding the halo?” Both of them could see the way her hand was shaking between them. She yanked it back. “Shadow, what’s gotten into you?”

“You’re miserable.”

For a moment, she just stared back, as if she felt trapped, but she shook it off with another fragile grin. “What are you talking about? We’re having fun!”

“We aren’t. You hate this.” When she opened her mouth again, he cut her off. “I can tell.”

Amy’s eyes darted around, and her breathing quickened. “B-b-but...I...”

Shadow sighed and took her hand. “There’s one more thing I want to do.” She hesitated, visibly confused, so he held up his Chaos Emerald.

After a moment’s hesitation, she squeezed his hand and nodded.

Shadow warped back to his house with Amy in his arms. She stumbled a bit upon landing, but he held her upright.

“Sh-Shadow?” Her voice was muffled and shaky against his scarf. He could feel how cold her face was against his neck.

“You’re shivering. Stay put.”

“I’m f-fine! I-it’s not a big deal, I just–”

“Stay.”

Aside from a quiet whimper, she didn’t argue further. He kept her body close, ignoring the damp shell of her coat. Shivers wracked her small frame for a while afterward, but Shadow was patient. In time, they subsided.

Once she’d stopped shaking, Shadow pulled back. He tugged on one of her sleeves. “You won’t get warmer unless you take this off. It’s wet.”

Before she could speak, he’d already warped away to turn up his thermostat and retrieve his warmest quilt, the one that was far warmer than he’d ever need for himself. She barely had time to remove her parka and snow-covered knit hat, revealing the red sweater she’d been wearing underneath. He instantly draped the blanket around her shoulders and guided her down onto his couch, gentle but firm. “Sit.”

“Huh?”

Without waiting for a reply, Shadow teleported to his kitchen and started rooting through the cupboards. Where is it, where is it...ah. He withdrew a box of cocoa powder and a pair of mugs. He swiftly poured water into them, mixed in the powder, and tossed them in his microwave.

Shadow could see into the living room where Amy was settling down on the couch, still wrapped in the quilt. Another shudder made her shoulders hunch, and his foot tapped rapidly. When the digits hit zero on the microwave, he whipped it open and immediately withdrew both mugs.

In an instant, he was lowering himself onto the sofa next to Amy. “Be careful. It’s hot.”

Amy’s wide eyes drifted from Shadow’s face down to the mug he was holding for her. Her nose twitched. “Is this...hot chocolate?” He nodded. Her head tilted. “But this is your first winter on Earth. How do you know about hot chocolate?”

Shadow watched as wisps of steam curled up from his mug. Slowly, he opened his mouth. “Space is cold. The ARK was heated, but there were drafts and cold corners, especially near the windows.” His gaze drifted across the room toward the wide bay window that revealed the street outside; even shut, it couldn’t mute the whistling wind outside. He could see Amy shiver just looking at it. She turned away and took a tentative sip of her hot cocoa, then peeked up at him silently.

Shadow sipped his own as well, feeling the hot liquid burn a trail down his throat, banishing what little chill he felt. He stared into his mug as he reminisced. “I was fine, but the scientists had trouble. I saw them shivering, carrying extra jackets around in case they had to go through a cold spot.” His teeth clenched. “I felt helpless.”

A hand rested on his shoulder, reassuring yet clammy. He took it in his own warm grasp but kept staring straight ahead. “One day, a scientist brought in a rare treat from Earth. Using the stove in the breakroom, she heated up water, powder, and marshmallows, and she shared it with all of us in the cheap paper cups we kept around.” He inhaled deeply, and the scent from his mug brought back the warmth of the memory. His eyes fell shut. “It wasn’t much, but everyone was happy. They were warm and relaxed for once. They smiled and laughed with each other.” Shadow’s eyes fluttered open once more. “I picked some up at the store a couple months ago in case someone needed it. I don’t have marshmallows, but...”

A tiny gasp interrupted him. Amy was gazing up at him admiringly, eyes shining. “That’s beautiful!”

Shadow’s heart pounded. He wanted to feel flattered, but something in his chest still ached. He sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me you were cold?”

The adoration melted off of Amy’s face, and she huddled farther under the quilt. “It’s...it’s not that bad, I just...”

“Amy. I know you better than that. What’s going on?”

Amy froze, and not just from the temperature.

Shadow didn’t back down.

At first, all he could see on her face was fear, like that of a cornered animal. He didn’t avert his gaze, but he stroked his thumb over the back of her hand, and the fear softened. He continued until her muscles went slack and the tension had left her face. She sighed and looked down at their hands. “I wanted it to be perfect.”

“What do you mean?”

Amy bit her lip. “Today. All of it. I...I know you haven’t had the easiest time adjusting to Earth.” She squeezed his hand. “Winter is beautiful, and I wanted to be there with you for all of your...‘firsts,’ you know?” She put her mug down on his coffee table. “The first time you saw snow, the first time you went sledding, and skated, and made a snow angel...” Her shoulders rose, and her eyes started to water. “But I can’t do it. I can’t! I want to love winter, I really do! It’s beautiful, and there are so many activities that can’t be done any other time.” She peeked up at him through her eyelashes, then looked away. “And...it’s romantic. That’s why...I wanted...”

Shadow’s heart pounded painfully. “Amy...”

Her chest started heaving, anger seeping into her tone. “But I don’t like winter. I can’t stand it! I’m scared of sledding, I’ll never be a good skater, and I hate, hate, hate the cold! No matter what I wear, I’m always too cold! Everyone else is fine, it’s just me! Why can’t I—”

Unable to take any more, Shadow swiftly put down his own mug and opened the quilt to duck under it with her. He wrapped an arm around her to hold her close, and she cut herself off with a squeak. Shadow found her hand—warmer than before thanks to the hot chocolate, but still too cold for his liking—and rested his chin on top of her head. She made an inquisitive noise, but he stayed where he was, afraid he’d lose his nerve if he made eye contact. Once her muscles relaxed, he took a deep breath. “I’m only going to say this once, so listen up.” When she remained silent, he paused to find the right words, then spoke.

“I can run at the speed of sound without breaking a sweat, and my motorcycle is faster than any sled. I can skate anytime I want to. And I can’t stand surprises.”

At this, Amy pulled back, looking fearful once more. “I—I’m so sorry, I—”

Shadow pressed a finger to her lips and shook his head. He exhaled through his nose. “I can’t stand surprises...unless they’re from one person.” He pulled his hand back, steeled himself, and fixed her with an intense gaze. “I’m not here for sledding or skating. I’m not here for snow or kids’ games. I’m here because I like spending time with you, and if you’re miserable, then there’s no point.” This time, his hand was the one that shook as he lifted it and cupped her cheek. “I never want you to make yourself unhappy for me again. Never.”

Amy stared up at him, eyes wide and unreadable. Nervous as he was, Shadow still didn’t look away, determined to let the message sink in.

The wait felt like hours, but at last, the shock frozen on Amy’s face melted away, leaving eyes watery with emotion. A smile soon bloomed across her face, the brightest one he’d seen all day. She threw her arms around him and eagerly swooped in for a kiss. It was too fast; before he had time to process it or tilt his head, she’d already knocked their noses together. She snorted and giggled at the way his face scrunched up, but she stayed close enough to rub noses with him afterward. Shadow was charmed enough to put up with it for a few seconds, but he quickly grew impatient and tilted his head to close the last bit of distance between them for a proper kiss. Her cheeks were still cool, but the breath she shared with him was warm, and the last of her shivers died down as she relaxed in his arms. Shadow kept up the contact until the pounding of his heart steadied, and then he pulled back. He took a moment to admire her affectionate gaze and the glow of her cheeks, now rosier than ever.

He cleared his throat. “You only had us try activities for me today. Is there anything you do like about winter?”

Amy’s smile was small and secretive. She bit her lip. “Well, I do like to cuddle up indoors with someone I care about and drink hot chocolate while we watch the snowfall.”

Shadow’s lips curled into a smirk, and he chuckled under his breath. He retrieved their mugs from the coffee table and returned Amy’s to her hands. “I think that can be arranged.”

She happily snuggled closer, nuzzling her way into the crook of his neck, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. The two of them watched snow blanket the neighborhood for the rest of the evening, enjoying the picturesque view and each other’s warmth.

The trick Shadow does the first time on his skates is this one from SA2:

And the concept of Elise being a figure skater is a reference to this beautiful calendar art from the Sonic Channel website for April 2023:

I like to think she gets to have a more relaxing life now that Iblis doesn’t exist and she can safely shed tears without the world ending.

[anthonys237thfreckle]

erm hey pookie, I have the memory of a goldfish and I can’t remember if I sent the request I wanted to or not so I’m so terribly sorry if I have but I’ve read literally everything in your account today and I’m in love BUT could you maybe possibly do either super fluffy with Javi like at home comforting him after a storm, cooking him a good meal, relaxing and unwinding in like a warm bath, helping take care of him

(and maybe a lil smoochy smooch and grabby hands ending but that’s totally up to you)

hey pookie! here’s your rec! i was thinking of doing this a while ago lol. but thanks for the req!! i love it sm!!

wait this is actually kinda bad guys beware

Twister-Love and Care - Javier ‘Javi’ x F! reader

‘with a storm in my mind, you would understand why

they all name hurricanes after us’

A Potion For Love by AURORA

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prompt: today’s storm really took it out of Javi, but his girlfriend helps him relax

TW: mentions of storms, thunder, swearing, nightmares, some angst but its a fluff piece!!

The soft pitter-patter of the rain was a relaxing backdrop, contrasting the EF3 storm you two just chased. Javi parked the car in the driveway, ushering you to get inside so you wouldn’t get wet. That was the first thing he said since the chase was over, his eyes trained on the dirt road, darkening with each drop of water. His hands, both of them, gripped the steering wheel when he was driving home, not the usual one-hand-on-the-thigh thing he did, which you could never get enough of.

You flipped the switch to your warm-tinted lights, illuminating the once dark house. Everything looked warm and inviting - you made a rule for ‘no big lights’ in the house - especially if they were cool toned, and Javi thought it was ridiculous at first, but now he can’t imagine their home any different. You kicked off your shoes, hearing Javi do the same behind you. Looking over your shoulder, you saw his eyes out the window, the rain growing harder.

“What’s on that pretty, disgustingly educated mind of yours?” you chuckled, cupping his face and turning it to face yours.

“Scott’s the disgustingly educated one” Javi chuckled softly, a small smile forming on his face, his concerns momentarily washed away when he saw his girlfriend’s smiling face. “ ‘s just..” his face darkened again, a storm behind his eyes, a shuddering sigh escaped his lips.

“We- that storm. It felt really real. Too real, and-” he hesitated “I just, it’s a lot, I don’t really wanna talk about it”

You nodded, caressing his freckled cheek, his skin glowing in the low, warm light. You can’t imagine how hard it must have been for him, in the dark, not knowing anything about everyone’s conditions. It was only when you and Kate emerged, battered and bloodied from the raging storm, that he knew who lived and who left…

“You don’t have to, baby..” you said softly, your hands snaking to his shoulders, squeezing them softly. Javi leaned his body against yours, closing his eyes. “You’re really tense..” you remarked, kneading his knots in his toned muscles; Javi groaned.

“How about we take the night easy…” you whispered, rubbing his arms. He nodded, wrapping his strong arms around her waist, leaning on him. You laughed, bringing him to the couch.

“What do you want for dinner?” you asked softly snuggling up under his arm against his chest, your head tucked under his chin. One of your hands found his bicep, squeezing it in a comforting manner.

“Anything, really..” Javi sighed, drawing little stars on the skin of your waist. “Something warm…” He nuzzled your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

You smiled, cupping his cheek.

“Why don’t we make a date night out of this? Like a lazy night in?” She smiled up at him, pecking his cheek. Javi opened his eyes, meeting your own.

“That sounds.. amazing. It’s just what I need right now” He sighed softly, pressing a soft peck to your forehead in return.

Smiling, you got off the couch, leaving Javi whining for your warmth. You giggled, moving to the kitchen to see what they have.

“We have… feta cheese, tomatoes, half a zucchini, coleslaw..” You listed off the food in their kitchen, when she had a revelation “How does pasta sound?” She looked over at Javi, who was still on the couch.

“Like heaven” he said “wait, no, that’s you” he smiled tiredly. Even if he was mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted, he was still a flirt.

You walked over to the couch, pulling him to his feet and dragged him to the kitchen, which was essentially you silently saying ‘cook with me’. He was used to this, but loved it so, so much.

So you both chopped, diced, stirred, kissed in the kitchen - Javi was helping you with the alfredo sauce, you added some spinach for some iron. Pasta was always fun with you, because you never chose the boring, basic shapes. Who needs penne when you have star shaped tortellini? The farmers market was a wild place for artisan pasta shapes.

They boiled their pasta, Javi stirred the sauce, you pressed a kiss to his shoulder, moving in front of him, your body between his and the stove. One of his hands went around your waist, you held the spatula he set aside to wrap his arm around you,and stirred the sauce.

“This is nice..” he murmured into the shell of your ear, nuzzling your neck, pressing soft, chaste kisses to where your collarbone met your neck. You leaned your head back, to the side, giving him better access with a grin.

Once you set the pasta in the oven to bake, Javi picked you up bridal style, earning a squeal-like laugh from you. He brought you up the stairs and set you down on the bathroom counter, and you smiled.

You pecked his freckled button nose, turning on the hot water in the bathtub, and sat back down on the counter, wrapping your legs around his waist. The water running provided a nice ambience.

“You better hop in with me” Javi murmured, causing you to nod and chuckle as his hands rubbed your sides soothingly, tickling a tad bit.

You both just exchanged chaste kisses until the water was ready. Slowly stripping each other, you both got into the water, Javi settling you in his lap again.

It was this non sexual intimacy you both loved- there’s nothing purer than a bare body, and you both understood that. You relaxed against his chest as you straddled him momentarily, before lifting your head off his shoulder and running a hand through his curls. Meeting his eyes, he pulled you closer to him by bringing you nearer by the waist.

You both stared into each other’s eyes for a moment- the water still, only the occasional drop falling from the tap to the tub, causing a tiny splash. The silence was comforting to both of your bruised, yet healing souls.

“I’d be lost without you” Javi murmured, his voice holding a passion. “You’re the light in my storm”

You pulled him in for a soft, gentle yet passionate kiss. One that said everything you needed to.

After sitting in the bath for a good 20 minutes, you both got out, shivering slightly as you two reached for the bathrobes.

After you both got out of the water, changing into some bathrobes temporarily. You briefly did your skincare, lathering some moisturizer onto your boyfriend’s face.

Pulling him to your shared bedroom, he let the bathrobe fall to his lower back as he lay down on his stomach, leaving you to straddle him from behind.

You began kneading his knots out, which earned some quiet, satisfied sighs from Javi.

You smiled softly, seeing him go limp just so he could relax and unwind after a very exhausting day.

Once you were done, you lay down on his back and pressed a kiss to his freckled shoulder.

“Come on, dinner’s ready…”

Going downstairs, you spooned the pasta onto two plates, Javi brought the sweet tea out from the fridge, slicing some lemons and dropping them in the glasses full of the amber liquid. Sitting down, you both clinked your forks and started to eat your nourishing meal, warm food sliding down your throat leaving you two with smiles (and some remnants pasta sauce) on your lips.

Once dinner was done, Javi helped you rinse everything and pop it in the dishwasher, turning it on to let it run until it was done. The completists in you two were satisfied - the kitchen looked spotless.

Changing into some actual clothes, you stealing one of Javi’s shirts, you two settled in bed. The covers were warm, having put them in the dryer for a couple of minutes before to make sure they were comfortably toasty.

“Jesus Christ…” Javi sighed as he got under the covers with you, immediately seeking your body and pulling it closer to his own, strong, defined arms wrapping around your hips and lower back. He pressed a few kisses to your hair and forehead, you doing the same but with his cheeks, and nose.

Your hand ran through his curls, earning a noise of ecstasy from him. He pulled you impossibly closer, causing you to throw a leg over his waist - a casual business.

“Goodnight, (Y/N)” he murmured into your hair.

“Goodnight, Javi” you responded, voice muffled from your head nuzzling his chest “Love you”

“Love you too” he murmured, his voice sounding lazy and sleepy.

And with that, you both were too tired to go onto a conversation like you usually did at night. Instead, you both fell asleep to the soft pitter patter of the rain.

[ichangedmycornyahhname]

Miguel O’Hara x spider-person!reader

Summary: Reader returns to the web of life after a run in with another spider person. Miguel of course isn’t too happy to hear about them interfering with other dimensions.

Warnings: smut- slutty smut | Miguel using his fangs and Talons to tease | Backshots? 🫶 | A little degrading | Choking | Kinda fluffy ig? | Miguel might be outta character but whatever

She gulped, hands fiddling with one another as she walked through the twisting cavern where all of the other spider people resided. She knew she had screwed up, but she wasn’t about to let someone punch her and get away with it. Even if it may or may not have screwed up a timeline or two. Typically she’d find a way to avoid such a thing, or at least fix it. But this time, he had found out before she could do anything.

It’s not as though she didn’t like Miguel. In fact, the two had flirted once or twice. But it would seem their little fling was merely that. A fling. Which is why she was expecting a harsh lecture from the man.

She entered the lab he stayed in, the bright red, blue, and yellow lights beginning to overstimulate her eyes. Yet the large dark figure standing amongst it all is what kept her attention. “How many times do I have tell you?—“ He turned around, the lenses of his mask narrowing as he glared down at her. “You don’t go off without back up. Now you’ve gone and messed everything up Y/N.” He wasn’t wrong, and she knew it. That was why his words irritated her so. Her brows knitted, her twisting into a frown as she spoke up.

“You go out without backup all of the time Miguel. So how is this any different.” Her snarky comment seemed to do something to the Spider-Man, because he now found himself curling his hands open and closed as he inches closer to her. “Is that your excuse Y/N?” His curt response didn’t come as any shock to her, and all she could seem to do was shake her head and cross her arms. “That’s what I thought.”

That little comment only added more fuel to the fire. Her eyes narrowed beneath her mask, her arms unfolding as she turned around and began to walk away. She wouldn’t listen to his idiotic comments. Not today. Instead she attempted to excuse herself before she said anything she would regret. Although it would seem to be too late for that. In an instant she found her body being pushed against a cluttered desk, her cheek smushed against the cool metal. Her wrists were pinned beside her head, large firm hands grasping each. “Miggy— what the hell are you doing?”

“I’m getting sick of that attitude Y/N. Always rolling your eyes and making stupid jokes.” She jolted, the soft graze of a needle drawing her attention. Except, it wasn’t a needle. It was the small talons on his finger tips gently pricking at her suit. The odd feeling brought an even odder feeling within her stomach. And soon she found herself trying to look back at Miguel who was currently teasing at her shoulder blades with his fangs. They were sharp and prickled her back in just the right way. “Miggy..” She sputtered as her back arched, hips curving up in an attempt to get even the tiniest bit of friction. “Sit still.” Was all she received.

His hands traveled down her body, slowly trailing down her back, following the slight curve of her spine until finally his hands remained firm on her ass. His thumbs grazed over her bottom, squeezing and fondling as his kisses along her back trailed down. “Oh crap—“ Cool air slipped into her suit as the crotch area was torn through the middle and something warm intruded. Miguel’s finger rubbed circles around her sensitive area, the soft fabric of her panties drawing a chuckle from him. “So quick with comebacks, and now you’re wiggling your hips for me like a slut. How cute.” The sarcasm in his voice almost made her tell him to shut up, but his tongue interrupted before she could get another word out. The warmth of his tongue felt unfamiliar, as did the resounding slap that echoed through the place. Her ass stung, a whine leaving her as his thumb rubbed circles around the stricken area. “You’ll be fine.” He grumbled before he began to lap at her cunt. His tongue worked at her clit, licking and slurping lazily. And while he wasn’t even trying, she found herself humming softly at his touch. He continued to lap at her while using his hands to keep her in place. “Damnit wait-“

For once Miguel actually listened. His tongue no longer pressed pleasantly against her body, and he instead stood from his knees. “I didn’t mean literally- I just-“

Smack

A yelp of surprise bounced off the walls, her head lifting as Miguel’s hand remained stuck to her behind. A small smile was on his lips, the lenses of his mask narrowing ever so slightly. She knew that look. Miguel lifted one of her legs, hoisting it onto the table so that one leg was up and the other supported her. The bottom half of his suit was pushed down to his upper thighs, his happy trail peeking beneath the upper half of his suit. His meaty thighs flexed as he moved himself closer, and that’s when she felt the soft tip of his cock. It rutted against the side of her thigh, precum sticking to her skin as his hands found the small of her back. “Keep your legs spread like that. It might be a tight fit.”

-

“Miggy please! I can’t-“ Papers that had previously been on the metal desk were low strewn about, littering the floor. Her cheek was pressed against the desk, Miguel’s hand tangling in her hair as his heavy thrusts drew a moan from her each time. She could hear his hot breaths, and feel the way his abs flexed against her back as he leaned against her. Miguel’s fangs pricked at the top of her ear, his harsh pants making her clit throb. His hand that wasn’t occupied with her hair came down to squeeze at her curves, just as her pretty cunt squeezed perfectly at his cock. She gushed around him, squelches filling the room as he continued to pound into her.

Miguel was growing rougher, needier. He slipped his cock out and lifted her from the desk. Her feet met the floor, shaky and uneasy. “Spread your legs a little more. I won’t fit if you don’t.” He demanded as he kicked her legs apart a bit more. His hands returned to her body, one finding her neck while the other rested on her lower abdomen. “God, I was hoping you’d act like a bitch so I could’ve fucked that attitude out of you..but seeing how you melt for me..” His cock slipped back in, his hand trailing down from her stomach to her clit. He gave it the occasional rub, synchronizing it with every thrust. The act only drew more moans from her, her head lulling back onto his chest. “If you keep groaning like that I might cum mi amor..” His words, while a warning, only lured her in. She began to roll her hips as best she could, the friction causing Miguel’s breath to hitch. “Fuck you’re really are my slut huh? Cmere.”

His hips fucked into hers, the resounding slaps of skin being drowned out by their moans and groans. His cock throbbed inside of her as her orgasm caused her to tighten up. “Oh crap miggy…” She cursed under her breath. “Yeah I know baby..” He responded as his lips found hers, a slow sensual kiss ensuing. His finger swirled at her clit as he slipped his cock out, now fucking her thighs instead. The combined stimulation had her hunching over, her legs shaking as her orgasm crashed over her. “Y/N you’re spilling all over..fuck me.” Miguel groaned out, his head falling back as he bit back a moan. With his jaw clenched tight and sweat sheening his forehead, he came. Spurts of white decorated the messy desk, along with Y/Ns spider suit.

“Well fuck..if I would’ve known that was all it took to get you to fuck me then damn..” She chuckled breathily, her hands grasping at the desk as she attempted to steady herself.

“Shush, don’t ruin the moment..” Miguel placed a gentle kiss on the side of her neck, a groan leaving him as he wrapped his arms around her torso. “You’re still in trouble.”

[targaryenfelikayt]

headcanons: joint trip. |The Sinclair Brothers|

wc: 1,029 summary: this installment of road trip headcanons showcases three very different sides of the Sinclair brothers - Bo, Vincent, and Lester - as they go on a road trip with you. tags/warnings: very fluffy fluff, lots of romance (not typical for movies), a trip for two, a bit of realism. note: if you read this in Russian, then yes, I am translating my works into English.

Bo Sinclair.

— Before heading anywhere, he always makes sure everything under the hood is in perfect order, and the tires have been changed. The car’s condition is important to him, can’t risk getting stranded on some highway like a few of the victims did. So while still at home, Bo checks every detail. No exaggeration. Literally every single one, without exception.

— Once he’s satisfied the metal beast is roadworthy, he tosses the packed bags into the trunk. Then, after buckling your seatbelt himself, he circles the car and slips into the driver’s seat.

— Half-jokingly, he’ll suggest you hold the wheel while he searches for his cigarettes. But once he realizes there’s only one left, he slips into that strange state somewhere between frustration and despair.

— At the gas station, he starts pestering the local clerk: Is the fuel watered down? Why does the oil smell funny? What do you mean you’re out of his brand of smokes? You’ll practically have to drag him out by the arm before someone ends up bleeding (and honestly, it’s unclear who would start it first).

— Then comes his little ritual again, Bo leans in to fasten your seatbelt with deliberate care, only returning to his seat once he’s done.

"Baby, I just don’t wanna replace the damn windshield if some asshole causes a wreck," he mutters, adjusting his cap as he shifts the mirror and tries to look effortlessly cool.

He’ll never say it’s your safety he’s worried about — the only real threat here is him.

— Be ready for Sinclair to drive with one hand, the other wandering between shifting gears and letting his fingers graze your thigh. Gentle, steady touches always within reach.

— And don’t be surprised when that hand occasionally moves higher, teasing with soft strokes. He likes seeing the way you unconsciously hold your breath when he does that — it gives his ego a little boost. Bo just can’t bring himself to deny that little indulgence.

— Hours into the drive, he’s still riding the high of cicadas singing and the sharp tang of the night air. It makes him feel alive and maybe, just maybe, like he could do something right for once. He’s done plenty of things others would call wrong, sure, but right now? Everything’s just fine.

— After all, if there’s still a pack of cigarettes in your pocket — today can’t be that bad, right?

Vincent Sinclair.

— Vincent settles into the back seat, perfectly content to spend the ride in quiet comfort.

— But first, he takes care of packing the suitcases, everything arranged with such precision and spatial logic that you can’t help but wonder if he secretly played Tetris while the wax was cooling on his future creations.

— He enjoys the scenery outside the window, holding your hand the whole time. If something especially catches his eye, he’ll try to sketch it in his notebook.

— Of course, the motion will eventually get to him. His inner ear’s not the best. And while he’s trying to steady his breath, you’re tearing through the bags he’d packed so carefully, looking for the right pills and not finding them.

— He ends up spending the rest of the trip in the front seat, staring straight ahead with a bottle of water clutched in hand. He knows it’ll be at least another hour before the next town.

— Passing a field of sunflowers, Vincent insists on stopping again, subtly, politely, but with a kind of quiet determination. The massive yellow blooms draw him in like magnets. He disappears among them, wandering from one flower to the next.

"Vince, we need to go unless you wanna sleep in the car. If you really like it," you gesture to a sunflower that looks exactly like all the others, "take it with you." He mumbles something that sounds both like agreement and protest, then leans in to press waxen lips to your forehead before turning back toward the field.

— Two minutes later, he comes jogging back, clutching a sunflower roots and all. You're informed, in no uncertain terms, that it’s now your duty to plant it by the front door when you get home.

— Now he’s not afraid of anything. Unless, of course, the plant dies. Then you’ll have to throw it away and that’s a nightmare he’d rather not face.

Lester Sinclair.

— He’s ready to go anywhere, anytime. Just say the word, and he’s already starting the engine, even if it’s the middle of the damn night.

— Unlike his brothers, Lester actually prefers riding in the truck bed or the open-back area, stretching out like he owns the place.

— First thing he does is throw all the snacks back there with him, devouring half the stash in the first leg of the trip. After that, he turns into Donkey from Shrek, hitting you with a constant, “Are we there yet?”, even though he knows every roadside diner in the state by heart.

— When the speedometer needle starts climbing in direct correlation to your rising temper, he finally shuts up and pretends like he doesn’t even exist.

— But of course, he pipes up again the moment nature calls and all you’ve got around are endless stretches of farmland. He takes the opportunity to "multi-task," stealing as many ears of corn as he can carry in his hands, shirt, and shorts. What a resourceful man. Always thinking of the homestead.

— Long trips aren’t easy for him. The wait alone is enough to dissolve whatever tiny bit of focus he has. But he really tries not to annoy you out of sheer boredom.

— Eventually, he flicks on the radio in hopes of livening things up and naturally ends up singing along. And then he surprises you again, dropping random backstories about the old songs he likes best. "How do you even know that?". He just shrugs.

— By 9 PM, when you finally pull into a diner parking lot, hunger hits him all at once. He’s the first one out of the car.

"You city folks ain’t never had cherry fritters this juicy," he says, and soon the tray in front of you is overflowing with local delicacies, half of which look nothing like anything you’ve ever seen at home or in a restaurant. At least there’s French fries. You won’t go hungry. And Lester? Already eating like he’s feeding twins.

[ilovenatasharomanoff2-0]

Hey, can I request an intersex Nat where she accidentally got R pregnant? And then she decided to hide the baby from Nat because she didn't want to burden Natasha or something (idk, you can change the reason), and then 5 years later, Nat was shocked to find R with a child. She did a computation and some research to know that it was her child too! Fluffy ending, please? Sorry for rambling, I just love single mother AUs rn and idk why?? Thank youuu!!

It's never over.

Warnings: y/s/n (your son's name), unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink

Pairings: Intersex Natasha x fem reader

Word count: 2.5k

A/n: It has actually been a hot minute since I posted. I'm sorry, but I'm ready for this writing grind to return. This fic is my apology. I'm getting to it if I didn't get to your request. Trust me, I've seen it and probably already started writing it.

"Fuck baby, I don't have a condom," Natasha tells you while hurriedly taking off her shirt.

You moaned quietly and muttered, "It's fine." Your hands go to Natasha's sweatpants to pull them down. "Just pull out, okay?"

Natasha lets out a low groan in reply to you, and her hands promptly find their way to your bra. In one swift mention, your bra was unclasped and thrown somewhere in the dimly lit bedroom.

Her hand soon came up to your face, tracing your face. Her eyes were glued on you, on how beautiful you were. Her face comes intact with your neck, kissing you slowly. Her lips dragged down and down. Soon, meeting your pelvis. Her head slowly moved back up to look at you. "So pretty baby, love you so much," she muttered. Her fingers traced down your body 'till they got to your clothed cunt. Her middle and index finger glided over your clit, and a soft whine erupted from your mouth.

"Please, Tasha, need you."

"Yeah, baby? I got you, okay?" She murmured out to you. A small kiss was left on your forehead. Natasha's two fingers pulled your panties to the side. Her attention was now on your pussy.

"So wet for me." Her lips curled upwards, forming a proud smirk. She didn't even do anything to you, and she had you dripping.

Her fingers dipped themselves in your hole, and a small gasp left your mouth. You threw your head against the pillow that lay beneath your head.

"Look at me, y/n, how good I'm making you feel." She mutters out to you, immediately drawing her fingers away from your cunt.

"Need your fingers, please." You moan out to her, your head shooting back up to see her in front of you, her two fingers up to her mouth to taste you.

"Taste so fucking good." she sighs out to you. "Need my fingers, baby? How bad do you need them?"

"Really bad, Natasha." Your hips start to buck forward, trying to relieve that ache you had in your core.

Natasha's hand comes to your hips, pushing them back down into the bed. You know you can't do anything about it. She's so much more potent than you. A force of one hand has your hips pinned down.

"Sorr-" Your plead is cut short when you feel her fingers entirely make their way into you. A languid yelp leaves your mouth. Your head shoots back once more.

"Feels good, huh? Bet my cock will feel better, though."

You can't respond back to her, too focused on her fingers that are curling in you. Her fingers pump faster, lewd sounds of your wetness caving the room, echoing every now and then.

Natahsa's free hand moves up to your clit, circling the bud just like she did before.

"So good, Nat, don't stop p-please."

"'M not gonna stop, baby."

As you lay, you feel the muscles in your legs tense up, and your feet shift slightly as your legs come together, creating a subtle but noticeable closure.

"You close y/n?" She whispers in your ear, her body leaning onto you ever so slightly, but enough to feel her hard-on press onto you.

Your voice quivers as you let out a mournful "Mhm." You reach out and grasp her shoulder, fingers digging into her skin. The pressure of your grip is tight, as if you're trying to hold on to something slipping away.

As you near your high, Natasha pulls her fingers out of you. A high-pitched sob leaves your mouth. "N-no, Natasha."

"Shh, it's okay, my love. I gonna make you feel so much better." She mumbles out to you. Her body moves off of you and onto her knees. The tent in her boxers is more noticeable than it was before. Your gaze is fixated on the intricate network of veins coursing down her pelvis, descending further and further out of sight.

She let out a low groan as she moved her boxers down, sliding them off and tossing them somewhere in the room. Her cock sprung out of the piece of clothing, precum leaked from her tip.

"So fucking hard for you, baby, I just want to feel your pussy so bad."

A shattered breath left your mouth as you heard Natahsa's explicit words. Her hand slowly moved up and down on her cock, lowering her head down to use her spit as lube.

She slowly inched her hips closer to you, grabbing ahold of her hard cock. Her tip rubbed in between your folds, teasing for a few more minutes.

"Already feel so good." She sputters, her tip finally coming down to your hole. She takes her time easing into you, her eyes looking at how your pussy takes in all of her cock.

Once Natasha had bottomed out in you, she stilled her hips, giving you time to adjust to her length. "Tell me when I can move, baby, okay?" She softly tells you.

After a few minutes of waiting, you finally adjusted to her.

"O-okay, I'm ready, Nat."

Natasha needs to hear no more, her hips thrusting rhythmically.

"Th-that feels good, Tasha." Your breathing is labored. You can feel the deliberate slowness and shallowness of Natasha's thrusts, as though she is deliberately holding back from unleashing her full power upon you. It's as though she is carefully testing your limits, teasing you with the promise of what could come if she let go.

"Can I do this?" She asks, her eyes filled with anticipation. Her back straightens, and her hands move ever so sneakily, reaching out to grab your thighs.

The silence in the room was palpable, broken only by the sound of a small head slowly nodding.

Her hands pushed your thighs back for a better angle. Her thrusting resumes and her cock hits new depths. Loud moans left your mouth as Natasha's hips grew in speed, her cock aimlessly hitting the spot that you love.

The way you clenched around her had her in a trance. The grip she had on your thighs tightened. A grunt came out of her mouth, and she snapped her hips faster into you. Your hands were trying to search for a place for stability.

"So fucking tight and warm, y/n. C-could be in you forever." She moans out to you.

"Fuck, I'm close, nat." a whine left your mouth as you closed your eyes and focused on all of the pleasure.

"Let me cum inside y/n, please."

You quickly nodded, trying to hide the knot that was forming in your stomach. The overwhelming feeling of unease made it hard to process anything else.

"Gonna cum!"

"Comon, do it, my love, cum for me." She reassures you. You can tell she's close to releasing by how her hips start to, for their own pace, a rhythm. With a few more strong thrusts from Natasha's hips, your orgasm came crashing down. Your back arched off of the bed as you felt Natasha shoot her load into you.

She lays down on top of you and catches her breath. She quickly rolls off of you and moves herself next to you on the suitable bed. Her side is slightly turned so she can look at your face.

"Did so good for me y/n." You feel her soft breath on your face as she leans in and gently presses her lips to your forehead, letting out a soft murmur.

You couldn't help but smile as you turned to face Natasha. She slowly lifted herself off you, her eyes fixed on yours as if trying to decipher your thoughts.

After standing up, she gracefully slips back into her boxers, her every move exuding confidence and poise. She walks into your bathroom with purpose, her eyes scanning the room until she spots a towel, which she swiftly grabs and wets under the tap. She returns to you, her gaze unwavering, and gently cleans you up with the damp towel, her soothing and reassuring touch.

As you lay on your bed, you hear a soft call of "Y/nnn." Turning your head, you see her standing there, a smile forming as she catches your gaze. Closing your eyes, you feel her hands gently cleaning you up, making you feel refreshed and cared for. Soon after, she hops onto the bed and wraps her arms around you from behind, holding you close in a warm embrace. It's a moment of comfort and intimacy that makes you feel safe and loved.

As you were lost in thought, you were suddenly jolted back to reality by boisterous laughter. You quickly checked your phone to see a message, only to find your son standing before you with a half-eaten Rice Krispie treat in his hand.

"Hey, buddy!" You bellowed out to him. His face lit up as he heard you talking to him.

He looks up at you with a beaming smile and says, "Hi, mama!" His little hands reach up toward you despite your close proximity, signaling his desire to be held in your embrace.

You bend down slightly to pick him up, even more laughter erupting from his tiny body. You quickly pick up the phone you put on the counter to take a picture of y/s/n. Your eyes get lost in the notification on your screen. You quickly forget about it and take a picture of the both of you in your matching Patagonia jackets, hoping you could post it to your Instagram later.

As you set him down on the ground, you turn to him and ask, "Would you like to go get some ice cream?" With a quick nod, he excitedly runs towards the door, nearly stumbling over the scattered toys that litter the floor. You can't help but chuckle at the sight as you make your way over to the accent table where your car keys are displayed.

As you two drove, the car was filled with the loud beats of y/s/n's favorite YouTube music, his laughter growing increasingly raucous as he found something particularly amusing. After a few minutes, we arrived at the ice cream shop, but getting y/s/n out of his seatbelt proved difficult due to all the kicking and squirming.

As you both stepped out of the car, you noticed the small ice cream shop across the street. You helped him out of the car and walked towards the shop. As you entered the tiny shop, the aroma of freshly made waffle cones filled your nostrils. The colorful display of ice cream flavors made your little companion's eyes widen with excitement. He carefully picked out his favorite flavor and waited patiently for you to pay. As you handed over the money, his tiny head looked up at you with gratitude and back at his ice cream, watching it drip from the cone onto his hand. The sound of his happy slurping filled the air as you both savored the moment.

Walking around the ice cream, you turn to your son and say, "Come on, let's find a table." You take his hand and navigate the large crowd, scanning for an available booth. Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening catches your attention. You freeze when you see the girl who just walked in. She looks familiar, like someone you used to know. She stands tall with a confident posture and a mess of long red hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. A few strands fall across her face, framing her sharp features. Dressed in a sleek compression shirt and shorts, she just came from the gym.

As you both stand in the ice cream shop, your eyes meet with a woman scanning the room. Suddenly, her gaze locks onto yours, and you feel a jolt of electricity pass between you. Her eyes slowly drift down to the child standing next to you, and she can't help but notice the resemblance between them. You're unsure what to do, but you feel frozen in place as you stare at each other. When your child tugs at your pants, reminding you that his ice cream is melting, you snap out of your trance and slowly start to move away.

"Mommy, ice cream!" he says loud enough for the girl you know to hear you.

"O-okay, y/s/n, follow me." You quickly find a table. As soon as you sit down, your son is on his tablet, watching PBS Kids to entertain him. And that's when you finally remember it was Natasha. She has changed a lot since you saw her 4 years ago.

Before you can get together to talk to her, she's already at your table. Your son quickly looks up at her and looks back down; his attention is on the ice cream and TV show.

"Y/n?" She whispered out to you. Her voice sounded the same, just as you remembered.

"Hi Natasha, I know that thi-"

"You have a kid now?" Her voice is a little shaky now; if you have to be honest, you feel bad for her. And now that you're face to face with her you start to regret your actions.

You stayed silent for a minute trying to find the right response to tell Natasha.

"Why didn't you tell me y/n? I've waited so long for you."

"I...I don't know Natasha." Our hands touch your face, rubbing it harshly, trying to process what was happening.

"Is he mine, Y/n?" You could tell her nervousness, her breath quickening as she awaited your response. The only thing you could do was nod your head up and down.

"have a seat, Nat." She hesitates momentarily before slowly taking a seat, her mind racing with mixed emotions. The air around you is tense as you wait for her to speak.

"You know I wanted to tell you."

"Why didn't you then? I was never able to get over you, y/n."

"I guess I...I guess I was too scared, Natasha. I didn't want you to ghost me, and I felt like a burden like you wouldn't want to be with me anymore." You looked down at the table, trying to hide your watering eyes from Natasha.

You feel her body shifting gently as she moves closer to you. Her arm gracefully wraps itself around your back and pulls you in closer. You respond to her embrace, feeling your entire body pressing against hers with a sense of comfort and warmth.

"I don't think you are a burden. I would've been so happy if you told me we would have a kid together. You know that I will always love you."

You do a slow nod into her chest. Natasha's face turns every once in a while, looking at the toddler across from her.

"What's his name?"

"Y/s/n. It made me think of you when I first gave birth to him."

Natasha's delicate fingers gently touch your chin, lifting your face towards hers. As you meet her gaze, a radiant smile spreads across her lips, illuminating her face with a warm glow.

"Do you wanna come back home with me, Nat?" you whisper just loud enough for her to hear.

"Yeah, actually. I want to catch up with you and my son."

You find yourself unable to do anything but return the smile of the person in front of you. As you gaze into her eyes, a flood of memories from your past together comes rushing back. You feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for the new chapter that is about to unfold in your life.

[zedif-y]

please imagine zedaph cuddling his boyfriend in every single bed contraption hes ever made. yes including the one that kills you 10 times thats just what you get when your boyfriend is zedaph

The crazy thing is, he feels safe around Zedaph.

Tango narrows his eyes. Sometimes, at least, if not all the time.

(He can almost hear Zed's voice.)

(Sometimes?! Zedaph would reply, aghast. I'll have you know that I am the pinnacle of safety! The safest in the land!)

(Tango snorts. Yeah, right.)

He pets idly at Zed's hair, the blonde curls soft as he begins to card through them. They part easily, which would be surprising, Tango thinks, if he hadn't known the guy for years— Zed may not give a rat's ass about maintaining his hair, but he hates when it tangles.

Zedaph snores, soft and muffled into Tango's chest. His arm is thrown around Tango's middle, their legs tangled up underneath the sheets. Zed's clinging to him like a koala.

Tango hums, staring up at the smooth stone ceiling. It's nice here, you know, if you ignore the—

His eyes drift to the walls.

—The everything else.

Cold, stoic faces of the observers Zed has placed around his bed stare them down, easily mistaken for guardians if Tango didn't know exactly what they were for.

Tango shivers, drawing his eyes away. Talk about creepy.

At this point, he's only like 40% worried about the 'waking up to die 10 times' thing. Which. Might say some things about his survival instincts, but hey.

Zedaph mutters something incoherent under his breath. Tango's thoughts falter as Zed shifts a little, burying his face into Tango's neck. Tango's tail sways languidly off the side of the bed.

It's insane, really, how Zed makes him feel like this.

Makes him feel like things will be okay, even when he's staring death right in the face. Like things will work out, and when they don't, it's not the end of the world.

(Tango shivers, feeling the phantom cold of- of space. Loneliness and isolation and the cool, sarcastic voice of Holsten—)

...It's not the end of the world.

Tango lets out a breath.

He doesn't really know how to explain the feeling, but the peaceful quiet of the night makes him want to try. Makes him want to put to words what he feels when Zedaph smiles at him, in that bright, distinct curve that makes his cupid's bow stretch and Tango's heart stutter in his chest.

Makes him want to explain why he feels fine, feels safe even when he's just a button press away from death at any moment in Zed's base, as long as Zedaph is there at his side.

Makes him feel like sunlight.

Tango makes a face.

When did he get so poetic?

(He looks down at Zed's sleeping face, and thinks he might have an idea.)

Overcome with... A fluttering something, Tango presses a kiss between Zed's horns—they're short, filed down into dull points for exactly this sleeping arrangement— and smiles a little when he feels Zed's fluffy ears twitch in his sleep.

Dammit all, Tango thinks to himself, scowling. Why's he so cute?

Tango thinks Zed would have words to say about that. He presses another kiss on his head for good measure.

His eyelids start to feel heavy. Tango lets out a breath, closes his eyes.

He focuses on the warm line of Zedaph beside him, the soft snoring, the gentle breathing. The world seems to shrink— just the two of them, huddled together on this bed.

What's a little death, really, in the face of this?