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I’m ssoooooooooo happy this is back! I have a few ideas for fics already 😈

ACOTAR Omegaverse Week 2025 Prompt List

We hope this list gets you all hot and bothered and ready to create some juicy works of art for us ;) have fun!!!

Day 1: First Heat/Rut

So glad this is a convenient and not at all dangerous location for this to happen :) right :)

Day 2: Pack Bond

Taking puppy piles and polyamory to a hole new level

Day 3: Purring & Cuddles

Take a breather and rest up for the next round—after all, snuggles and aftercare are each part of a balanced diet

Day 4: Knots & Ties

Need we say more?

Day 5: Ravaged & Ruined

Such a nice piece of clothing…. Would be a shame if someone…… tore it off :)

Day 6: Monster Mayhem

Lions and tigers and… are those tentacles…? oh my

Day 7: Free Day

Go crazy y’all

divider images by tsunami-of-tears 

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Irreplaceable

Mob!Gavriel x reader AU

Notes: I cannot fathom why this idea has never crossed my mind before but I'm so glad someone said something. It's less mob!Gavriel and more modern rich!Gavriel but thats ok just don't think about it that hard lol.

On a more serious note I've been hesitant to post like I used to. I feel like I've maybe written too much and have been trying to take a break. I started working a lot more too and this summer has been insane (all in a good way tho I'm very happy). I just feel like everything sitting in my drafts right now isn't good enough. But I'm confident in this though and happy to share something new with you guys :)

Warnings: angst, mentions of a car accident, injuries from a car accident, fluff at the end

The Lion of Orynth was in high demand today and was very, very bored. Thunder cracked outside, lightning flashing turns the dim sitting room blinding. Gavriel stares out the window at the raging storm. His heart clenched at the thought of you driving alone. 

His niece, and heir, Aelin cleared her throat for her uncle’s attention. Gavriel faces her, poised as ever in her seat, Aelin’s eyes dart between him and Darrow who has been voicing his concerns about the latest weapons runs. 

Although Gavriel hasn’t heard a word the older man said he raises an accusing brow at him. “Do you not have faith in our men to complete their tasks? If you cannot run things Darrow maybe I need to put someone else in charge.” 

Darrow sputters at the disrespect. Gavriel looks to Aelin to recover the conversation. She gives her uncle a subtle smirk as if to say she knows his mind is elsewhere. 

As she settles Darrow’s concerns a dark shadow moving in the corner of the room catches Gavriel’s eye. His second in command, Lorcan, silently steps into the hall as his phone buzzes in his hand. Gavriel watches as Lorcan paces on the threshold, his broad shoulders tensing as soon as he brings the phone to his ear. Hanging up as quickly as he answered Lorcan waves Fenrys over, whispers in his ear and the two jog to the front door. 

Darrow and Aelin keep at it for another long twenty-five minutes as Gavriel zones out of the conversation again. What could have made Lorcan tense like that? And why wasn’t he told? 

Surely if it was an emergency he should be kept in the loop. His thoughts wander to you again, wondering when you’ll be home, if you’re safe. 

The sound of the front door with three sets of footsteps trying to be silent, thwarted by squawking wet shoes against the hardwood floor, makes his ears twitch. Lorcan stands in the doorway, hands on his hips so no one can see past his large frame. Gavriel ducks his head to peek between the gaps in his arm just in time to see Fenrys covering you. Gavriel shoots up from the couch, his worry blinding him as he pushes Lorcan aside. 

“Y/N,” you freeze at the softness and concern in his voice. You refuse to face Gavriel, your head dropping low to your chest. “Is everything ok?” Gavriel knows something is wrong he just needs you to know whatever it is, it’s ok. 

Fenrys lets you push him away as you turn to face your fiance. The first thing Gavriel notices is your pale trembling lips from how soaked you are, your hair and clothes dripping wet. Gavriel’s heart drops to his stomach as he takes you in fully. A good sized bruise covers your temple with a butterfly stitch covering a small cut in the center. 

He whirls on Lorcan full of pure rage. “What happened?” He growls. Lorcan has the sense to look ashamed of keeping something from his boss. “She got into a car accident, a hit and run, just up the road. I was handling it. You said to-” Gavriel cuts Lorcan off with a scathing look and a raised hand. “I told you to use your best judgement when it comes to her. If this is your best judgement Lorcan then we need to have a serious conversation.” Lorcan has the sense to bite his tongue and nods, his eyes darting back to the living room. Aelin, ever the professional, has been keeping Darrow occupied and attention from the small group off of you.

Gavriel pulls you to his chest, you put your weight on him, your body less tense than when you came home. He carefully lifts you in his arms and heads upstairs to your bedroom. You cling to him until he sets you down on the bed, wincing as your hip touches the mattress. “What is it love? What hurts?” you shake your head and mumble, “I hit the door in the accident.” Gavriel grimaces, changing your position. 

A knock on the door startles you, your fist clenching Gavriel’s shirt. Fenrys enters with a bottle of water and an ice pack. Giving a small nod he leaves without a word. 

Gavriel climbs into bed behind you cradling you to his chest holding the ice pack to your head. You feel relief as the cool pack rests against your skin. 

 “Tell me what happened, my love.” Gavriel whispers, pressing a reassuring kiss to the top of your head. You go through the accident the best you can. You’re a little fuzzy on a few of the details since the adrenalin has worn off and all you want is to take a nap. 

Gavriel didn’t want to overwhelm you with too many questions but there is one that was nagging at him. He tried to bite his tongue. Before he could think any better of the topic the words left his mouth. 

“Why didn’t you call me?” You go still against him. 

You don’t have the energy to brush Gavriel off. “I panicked.” You say honestly. “I thought…I thought you’d be mad and I didn’t want to worry you.”

Gavriel’s heart broke. A sick feeling ripples through his insides at you feeling like you couldn’t tell him something. You should be able to tell him everything. “My love, why on earth would I be mad at you?” 

You sniffle, tears stinging your eyes. “Becuase of the car.”

Gavriel moves to sit in front of you, holding your face in his rough hands. “You called Lorcan because you thought I would be mad about my car being ruined?” He shakes his head in disbelief. “Y/N, the love of my life, you are worth so much more than a car. A car can be replaced but I cannot get another you. You are everything to me Y/N, don’t ever think for a second that you are replaceable because you are not.” 

Hot tears flow down your cheeks as Gavriel’s thumbs slowly run back and forth on the apples of your cheeks. “A car is a silly thing to be upset about. All I care about is that you are safe. Promise me you’ll always call me from now on, no matter what.” 

“And you won’t get mad.” 

Gavriel shakes his head no. “Never. I could never be mad at you, my love.” 

“I promise.” Gavriel wipes away your tears, pulling you into his lap. 

“Lets get you into warm clothes, how does that sound?” You nod against his chest. He hands you one of his shirts you always steal along with a pair of sweatpants. 

While Gavriel waits for you to change he pulls out his phone to send a text to Lorcan.

You want to redeem yourself? Find out who hit her and deal with it.

Lorcan’s response was instant. 

On it.  

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someone in the comments said mob!Gavriel so thats coming soon peeps 😜

I wanna write for mob!Azriel or Gavriel but I have 0 motivation…..

(Someone plz motivate me 😭)

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I wanna write for mob!Azriel or Gavriel but I have 0 motivation…..

(Someone plz motivate me 😭)

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It’s me and the K-Pop Demon Hunters album against the world rn

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How would modern Eris react to a reader who genuinely loves him but doesn’t want to get into a relationship with him because she doesn’t make as much as he does and is worried about not being able to contribute?

“You’d be better off with someone more well established.”

Not Enough

Eris x reader

Note: just a quick lil modern Eris fic and then I’m going back into hiding haha

“If you wanted to break up you could’ve just told me!” You shove the check into Eris’s chest with as much force as you can muster. “Next time, be a man and don’t send your daddy to do your bidding.” You spit, scowling as you turn to leave.

Eris looks down at the check. Disbelief and anxiety growing in his chest at seeing his fathers imposing signature scrawled on the paper for an obscene amount of money. All the memo line read was, moving costs.

Lucien swiped the check from Eris looking over it. His eyes went wide. “Go after her!” It takes Eris a long moment to figure out how to move.

Everything hits him at once. Like an anvil ripping through his body.

Eris books it out of his office. Running past confused employees and people trying to get his attention.

He slips in the elevator just as the doors are about to close, quickly jabbing the button for the next floor down to keep you from leaving.

Keeping your hands on your hips you have your face turned away from Eris. You don’t want him to see how red your cheeks are or the tears blurring your vision. Hearing the ding you pivot to walk out as fast as you can to escape him.

Eris grabs your bicep, pulling you to an empty room, slamming the door behind him. You feel like you could scream. How dare he corner you like this! Doesn’t he want to be away from you? You let out an angry laugh to keep from screaming at the entitled asshole blocking the door.

Facing Eris, the panicked look on his pale face takes you by surprise. He has his hands up in surrender. “Please, listen to me, I'm begging you my love.” Not able to hold back your tears anymore you let them stream down your cheeks, nodding at Eris to explain.

“First, I need you to tell me what happened. Why did my father give you money?” He asks softly.

“He came by my apartment to chat. Really it was just him telling me that I’m hindering your life and that I need to move on and find someone in my tax bracket. The line that really hurt was, ‘my son is too good for you and we both know that’.” You pause to swallow the lump in your throat. “That’s when he pulled out the check. He suggested I move far away and get a new phone number. The polite way of saying to never contact you again I suppose.”

Eris couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His face was slowly turning red with anger. How dare Beron meddle in his life like this! You’re perfect to and for Eris, how could he not see that?

“Maybe you should be with someone else,” you say it so quietly Eris almost doesn’t hear you. “What?” He asks in disbelief stalking toward you.

Looking up at him with defeat pulling at your face his heart breaks clean in two. “I’m not like you Eris. I’m not from your world of rich and sophisticated people, it would be better if you were with someone like that.” Unable to look into those amber eyes you’ve come to adore, you keep your face to the floor, moving to leave.

Eris gently grabs you by your shoulders pulling you into a warm embrace. The dam holding your sobs back breaks and you break down into his chest.

“It’s ok, it’s ok my love.” Eris whispers as he gives you a loving squeeze. The two of you stay like that until your tears dry up.

“Listen to me,” Eris says, tilting your chin up so you can’t shy away from him. “There is no one else for me, you are it. I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you y/n. So don’t you dare, for a second, think that you are not enough for me.” Fresh tears flow down your cheeks. Happy ones this time that Eris gently brushes away with the pads of his thumbs. “You mean it?” You whisper.

“With my whole heart.”

You give him a bright watery smile. An unexpected giggle leaves your lips as you wipe at your face. “God I must look like a mess.” Eris kisses the top of your head to kindly avoid making a snippy comment you know he wants to.

“You are moving though.” You give Eris a confused look. “Into my place. That was actually the whole reason for our date tonight.” He pulls a small silver key attached to a souvenir keychain from your last vacation. You gape at Eris, speechless. “Er,” you take the key from his hand to cradle in your palm.

Without a second thought you pull your keys from your bag to attach the new keychain. Dangling them between the two of you, you give the cluster an approving nod. “Perfect.”

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Queen!!! The new PFP is so beautiful!!!

Thanks girl 🫶🏻

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Just popping on to show off my new pfp by bookishkoda! I’m so happy with it omg 😭 this is also the closest thing I’ll probably ever post to a face reveal

P.s. sorry for the lack of fics I’ll post something soon🫶🏻

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Working Through the Pain

Xaden x reader

Warnings: period/period pains

Gritting your teeth and breathing through the pain you try to keep up with Ridoc. Your movements are slower today thanks to the pain in your body.

“Stop.” Xaden calls from the side of the mat. Dropping your arms you let out a relieved sigh. They feel so tired. Like two weights have been glued to your hands. Your whole body is tired. Your cycle came this morning and it completely threw you off. In mood and routine.

You look over to Xaden to find Garrick staring at him with a raised brow. He ignores Garrick, marching over to you and dismissing Ridoc with a nod. Ridoc scurries away to join the rest of your squad mates by the exercise equipment. Terrified to get in the Wing Leader’s way when it comes to you.

Moving your neck side to side you work your jaw trying to unclench and relax. Xaden stares down at you with an inquisitive look, trying to figure out the problem without asking. You take calming breaths, working through your annoyance at Xaden’s need to fix everything. Or at least thinking he is.

You shoot him an annoyed look. “What? Just say it dude.” You snap. Xaden’s cool and collected mask slips at your outburst. “You looked…not like yourself. Tell me what’s wrong.” He seems to struggle for the right thing to say. You feel bad. Your boyfriend just wants to help and all you feel like doing right now is screaming at him.

Letting out a heavy sigh you let your body slump forward a little. “Can we talk about it somewhere else? Alone perhaps?” Xaden nods, leading you out into the halls of Riorson House. Walking a good ten feet from the doors Xaden stops you.

Exhaling, you lean against the cool wall, letting your body relax. Your grateful Xaden didn’t drag you all the way to your room. That’s too far of a walk and you probably wouldn’t make it without collapsing.

“What’s going on?” Xaden asks softly, reaching out to caress your cheek in his large hand. Your chest tightens at the care for you in his voice. The regret from snapping at him catching up with you, making tears sting at the corners of your eyes.

You pull at your bottom lip with your teeth. Xaden tuts at you, pulling at it with his thumb. He’s been trying to break you of the bad habit along with biting your nails. Taking a deep breath you lean into his warm palm. Xaden’s shadows flow from his forearm to rest at the back of your neck. Cooling the sweat from your hair.

“My…my cycle-” you stutter with a frustrated groan. You could never get the words out no matter how comfortable Xaden makes you feel. “My cycle came this morning and I’m in pain,” you rush out.

He gives you a sympathetic look. Pressing a small kiss to your forehead Xaden murmurs against your skin. “Go back to our room, I’ll be right up.” Your cheeks flush when he says ‘our room’. While being at Riorson House is temporary you could get used to waking up next to Xaden.

You nod, pulling yourself from the wall having absorbed all of its cold. Trudging back to your room was a chore. Your legs were exhausted as you slowly pushed yourself up the stairs.

Taking a quick bath you steal what little Xaden has of comfy clothes and curl up in a tight ball, taking up the middle of the bed. You’re not sure how long it takes for Xaden to join you, but you’re aware of him when his shadows gently curl around you to comfort you.

Xaden slips into bed behind you, pulling you to his chest and resting his large hands on your abdomen. He digs his fingertips into where your cramps are worst and starts massaging. You let out a relaxed sigh, melting into Xaden’s touch. This was all you needed.

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New Inhabitants

The Thunderbolts*

Note: I saw The Thunderbolts the other night and couldn’t stop thinking about the ending/post credit scene. It was such a good movie and this was the win marvel needed honestly.

SPOILER ALERT: PLEASE do not read this fic if you haven’t watched the movie since this story does contain spoilers.

Warnings: Angst

Dum-E didn’t forget to pack anything. And if he had, Valentina would have locked it away for “just in case” purposes. After all, anything can be blackmail.

Once the public were introduced to the New Avengers and the tower had been put back together a tough decision needed to be made. There was nowhere to go but here.

Rooms weren’t assigned. Valentina wasn’t really in the place to tell the New Avengers what to do. Not much haunted Val. She wouldn’t be where she was today if the past kept her down. But Yelena’s whispered threat did. So the decision of lodging fell to the group. There were paper name tags on the doors, telling the New Avengers which original Avenger the room belonged to. The original six hadn’t truly lived here. It was more of a luxury hotel when they were called upon. That was until the compound was built and S.H.I.E.L.D. fell. A few of them didn’t have a choice after that.

Walking the halls, Yelena had a hard time envisioning her sister living here. A tower at the center of the world's busiest city? Not Natasha’s style. A hidden apartment like the one they used in Budapest. That’s what Yelena thinks of when she imagens Natasha living somewhere.

The room was bigger than any bedroom Yelena has ever had. It was plain. No signs of anyone having been here before. Yelena knew there would be none of her sister's belongings. It didn’t make being in here any easier.

Launching herself gracefully onto the center of the bed, Yelena lets her body flop around. She stares up at the ceiling imagining what life would’ve been like if she and Natasha lived here together.

Before Alexie could take it over, Bucky took a lap around Steve’s old room. He wondered what it was like for his old friend to come back and be thrust into this ostentatious show of power. Bucky can imagine Steve’s discomfort. The chill that would’ve ran through his body at the unfamiliar feeling of it all. There was no sign Steve had ever been here. All of his belongings were destroyed in the final battle against Thanos.

The only thing Bucky carried with him that was Steve’s was their last conversation. No physical reminders. He thought about that a lot, when Bucky did he came to the conclusion that it’s for the best he doesn’t have anything. While Steve will always be a part of him it’s best not to carry the past with you. That’s what his new team just learned, right?

Closing the door, Bucky turned on his heel walking a few feet down the hall, coming to a short staircase. Lifting his heavy legs Bucky brought himself up to a carpeted landing. Large, wooden double doors staring at him. With his metal arm he pulls the name ‘Tony Stark’ from the smooth wood gently.

He shuts the door behind him without a second thought.

Ava didn’t care who her room belonged to. The tag read ‘Clint Barton’ but that held no meaning for her. She never concerned herself with Hawkeye. It was always Any-Man. Scott or Hank, it didn’t matter who wore the suit. Ava was given his files thanks to Val, but she didn’t care. She never needed to know.

John wanted Steve’s room. He caved and let Alexie take it. The man clearly idolized the first Captain America more. Down the back of the hall John finds a door with the name ‘Thor’. He didn’t see any other paper tags lining the hall. If it’s the only room left he has to take it. Sure it belonged to a god but he deserves it. He saved so many lives. Even has the super soldier serum coursing through his veins. John’s the closest thing to a god on Earth with Bob concealing his powers.

He throws his helmet on the bed. Claiming this room as his.

Bob didn’t care which room was like Ava. He took his time making his pick. Wanting his friends to make themselves at home first. They all had a deeper connection to the original Avengers, Bob saw what living here meant for them.

Bob spent his day walking the different floors of the tower. Familiarizing himself with the labs and recreational areas of the Watch Tower. Val really put the pressure on to have a majority of the living areas done. Construction crews had been here around the clock for the last three days.

Orange and pink rays filled the room through the floor to ceiling windows telling him it was time to head back.

Clicking the up arrows on the elevator panel Bob tapped his fingers against his khaki clad thigh. The same khakis he’s been wearing since he came back from the Void. Screwing his eyes shut Bob tries to banish the memory of what he was not more than forty-eight hours ago.

Getting off the elevator he’s met with silence. The rest of the team settled in. Making his way toward the wing that holds the bedrooms. All of the doors are blank now. Each holding a New Avenger. Bob smiles to himself, glad that his friends are ok.

Wandering past the doors Bob finds a hall leading to a more private room. The tag reads ‘Doctor Bruce Banner’. Bob doesn’t know much about Dr. Banner. What he learned from a quick Google search was that Dr. Banner is a humble man. Never liking much attention on him, sitting out of Avengers press when he can and working on staying calm.

Bob could use some calm these days. Opening the door he lets the ghost of Dr. Banner’s presence wash over him. Closing his eyes he takes a deep breath. Grounding himself. Accepting this new life.

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I saw thunderbolts and I miighttt need to write a fic about them. I won’t say anymore bc of spoilers but if ykyk🙂‍↔️

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✨DanikaMarieWrites 3k Celebration✨

For 3k we’re celebrating with Headcanon Bingo!

Update 4/27/25: this is the final bingo board! If you missed out and something on here piques your interest, feel free to request it. I’m always happy to write.

On our bingo card you will find some of our usual fandom characters with a few new names. I’m so excited to do this with you guys and celebrate you all being here 🫶🏻 below you’ll find the masterlist of headcanons.

Bingo posting dates will be April 18-20 & 25-27 & you can start requesting now

Masterlist

Boyfriend!Fenrys who’s Obsessed

Ruhn Request

Batboys x Introverted Mate

Cazriel DDLG

Manon Request

Dating Mob!Eris

Soft Xaden

Marrying Mob!Azriel

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marrying mob!az please 🩷 loving your writing so much 🩷

Note: thank you anon! Today is the last day of headcanon bingo. Thank you for playing along and celebrating 3k with me 🫶🏻 I appreciate you all so much

Warnings: none

When Azriel decided to propose he called a meeting while you were out

Who was in that meeting? Only the most important people. Cassian, Rhys, Mor and Feyre

Their opinions mattered most when it came to how he proposed and what kind of ring he should get you

Once Azriel told the group he’s proposing they all started screaming and jumping for joy

Cassian tackled Azriel

Mor, Feyre, and Rhys just held hands and spun around in a circle

Complete chaos, all Azriel’s fault

He was starting to regret asking them for help

Once order was restored Mor and Cassian tried to take over on ring design

Everything was overwhelming Az until Feyre, calm and helpful Feyre, shushed them. “I think this is my area of expertise.” And she was correct

That afternoon Feyre guided Azriel to this small jewelry shop. Az was confused at first. He wants to get you a nice expensive ring. Not something from here

“I see your scowl and I’m asking you to trust me on this. I know y/n, Azriel.” He took a deep breath and held the door open for her

He was so wrong about the shop. Each ring was handmade and custom. The jewels expensive and only made with the best silver and gold. Feyre was a huge help. Reminding Azriel what metal you wear and helping him design a piece of art you can wear forever

5 agonizing weeks later when the ring was done Azriel rushed to pick it up

He didn’t know if he should wait and plan the perfect moment or if she should just get on one knee now

Azriel was very nervous he’d misplace the ring and he would never forgive himself

That’s when the perfect idea hit him. Dinner in the gardens, just the two of you, and he’d propose that night

You truly had no idea Azriel was proposing

He did a good job at hiding it from you

Cassian and Rhys almost ruined it. And Azriel’s money was on Mor and Cassian not being able to keep their mouths shut, not Rhys

You’d never seen Azriel so nervous in the moments before he got down on one knee

You were crying as you said yes. Once Az slipped the ring in your finger (a perfect fit) the two of you wouldn’t let go of each other

A few weeks later wedding planning was in full swing

You had a wedding planner, decided on your date, destination, and venue

All that was left were the small details even though there was no such thing as

Azriel was committed to doing everything with you

Picking the napkins and seating, cake tasting, and if he could go dress shopping with you he would

On the day of your wedding Azriel sent a pair of earrings to the bridal suite that match the stone in your ring along with a note telling you how much he loves you

You do your vows in private after the ceremony

The vows Azriel has for you are for your ears only

The two of you dance all night

You can’t stand being away from your husband for more than 2 minutes of you drift away to greet a guest or get a drink

Azriel can’t keep his hands off you and keeps calling you ‘my beautiful wife’ and watches you blush like crazy

After the ceremony and party you two go home and in the morning head straight for the jet for your honeymoon

Married life is perfect with Azriel

It’s like you guys brought the honeymoon home

Azriel has been happy no matter what news he’s given at work

It’s ok, if something goes wrong he can just go hug and kiss his wife and it’ll be all better

He spends more time out of his office just so he can say ‘I’m going to go see my wife’

You two go on walks just to get out of the house during the day and he loves hearing you talk more than ever now

You’ve always yapped at him but there’s something different about it now

When you two go to an event Azriel loves introducing you as his wife

And you love telling people ‘oh, my husband is looking for me. Excuse me’ or ‘my husband loves that’ or ‘my husband is the same way’

You swear you fell more in love with each other ever since you got married

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Soft Xaden please💜💜

I hope you’re doing alright and taking care of your self💜

Notes: thank you anon, I hope you’re doing well too♥️

Warning: none

As soon as you’re alone Xaden drops the mask and clings to you

It’s hard being mysterious and brooding all day. When Xaden gets to you at the end of the day and be himself it’s like the weight of the world lifts from his shoulders

You do everything in your power to share the burden Xaden puts on himself

He knows you’re strong but he hates that you feel the need to step up

“Are you going to stop trying to sacrifice yourself?” You ask him, hands in your hips and brows raised. Xaden opens his mouth to give his usual ‘the world needs me’ speech but the tilt of your head has his lips snapping shut. “Mhm that’s what I thought.” You ruffle his hair, kissing the top of his head. “I’m here for you Xaden. Whatever they throw at us we’ll face it together.”

Xaden pulls you onto his lap and hugs you close to his chest, not letting you go for hours

In front of the other riders you two stand a little apart from each other

Everyone knows you’re his

Xaden isn’t huge on PDA but he treasures those sweet, stolen moment with you when you sneak off to a dark alcove or an empty classroom

One day when Xaden is having a rough day you say screw it and hug him in front of everyone

You fully expect him to freeze up. Xaden fully melts into you, wrapping himself around you

You can feel everyone hold their breath behind you then let out a collective sigh of relief

Xaden turns you so his back faces everyone. He leans down and whispers, “I love you.”

Something you picked up on was Xaden’s mood changes. It’s a hard thing to read so you really pride yourself on knowing your boyfriend so well

When Xaden’s angry his jaw clenches more than usual, his fists clench and his shadows curl around his wrists as if they’re ready to hold him back

You come up behind, your hands immediately going to his neck massaging the tension away. Moving up to his jaw forcing him to unclench

Xaden would never in a million years let anyone else do this

He’d probably cut off Bodhi’s hands if he ever tried to relax him

Xaden knows the feel of you, has the softness of your touch memorized and anticipates it when you’re around

When he’s anxious Xaden runs his hands through his hair. Occasionally tugging at the short strands as if he could pull a solution out of his brain

You take his hand placing it on your lap and start tracing his palm

You trace each of his fingers, circling his palm and then start making random shapes. You spell out ‘I love you’ and ‘mine’ u til he calms down. He brings his forehead down to yours and gives you a sweet smile. “Thank you my love.”

Kissing him is typically hurried and passionate

But there are nights when he just needs to take things slow with you

Slow kisses are accompanied by a soft touch you didn’t know Xaden could do. His hands rest on your back and slide up to hold the sides of your face

Before you can fall asleep Xaden pulls you to lay on top of him. Your head resting above his heart

You trace his relic while he plays with your hair, arranging it to fall perfectly down your back

In these quiet moments Xaden lets himself think about the future with you

“When we’re married where do you want to live?” Your heart skips a few beats at the question. “I like it here, at Riorson House.” Xaden is surprised by your answer. “Really? You wouldn’t want somewhere that’s our own?” You shrug. Propping your chin on his chest as you think. “I think we could make here ours. Make it more modern and add our own touches, take some stuff away.” Xaden nods, thinking about how he could remake Riorson house for you

Bonus: the proposal

Xaden wouldn’t want to do a big proposal

You hate attention like that and prefer to keep those intimate moments private

He would ask you to come sit on the roof with him since the stars are so bright tonight

You were dressed up from hosting the leaders of the rebellion for dinner

As a shooting star goes by Xaden takes the opportunity to get down on one knee as you look up in awe

Turning to ask if Xaden saw you gasp at the sight of the ring in his hands and the huge smile on his face

You obviously said yes and couldn’t tear your eyes away from the sparkling ring

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Okay okay! If it hasn’t been requested already… I have to have dating mob!Eris!

Note: WE HAVE OUR FIRST BINGO!!!! Mob!Eris lives in my mind rent free aaallllll the time. My fav mob!eris series is by @thehighladywrites I reread it constantly and you should too.

Reminder that this weekend is the last for headcanon bingo! If you want to play feel free to send in a request🫶🏻

Warnings:

Mob!Eris is old money, like the New England old money aesthetic (am I biased towards this aesthetic bc I’m from the northeast? Yes, yes I am)

He’s def very possessive of his partner

Very ‘touch her and you die’ vibes

Eris is very put together. He rarely lets anyone see beneath the mask he wears

He’s such a strong person and it took you a long time to show him that it was ok to take off the mask and just be a person

It took you almost leaving for Eris to understand

The day you told him you should break up it was over the phone—it was your only option because he was so focused and when he’s focused nothing can stop him—Eris almost dropped to his knees

He won you back by showing up at your doorstep with your favorite snacks, drinks, and the promise to change

The knock on your door was desperate and fast. You knew it was Eris without even looking out the window. Rolling your eyes, ready to tell him to leave, you open the door to see the man you know to be so composed looked like he’d been up for a week straight. Eris looked paler and his hair was a mess. In his hand was a large bouquet of your favorite flowers and a grocery bag. “Eris,” you sigh. “Please, let me say what I need to and if your mind is made up…I will leave.” That last part seemed like it physically pained him. You gesture for him to continue. “Y/n, I love you more than I thought I was able to love a person. I was afraid to let you in because…because I didn’t want to lose you. Everything in my life comes at a cost and I can’t pay with you. But, shutting you out like I have been, that’s not right my love. And I’m so sorry. Please, I will do anything for a second chance.” You throw your arms around him, whispering an “oh Eris”. You drag him inside where you stay cuddled up all night talking and just being with each other.

And change he did

Eris let you in his life more

When you tell him “I love you” it still gets him. No matter how many times you tell him Eris will never get used to it

He will tell you he loves you until he’s blue in the face

When Eris loves it’s with his whole heart. There’s no half adding a relationship for him (a realization that came with almost letting you get away)

You’re a strong person and you aren’t afraid of any aspect of his life. You can’t be with his line of work

Eris trains you to fight, to handle any kind of weapon, and makes sure when you shoot you never miss

You become truly lethal and Eris couldn’t be more proud

Eris lllooovvveeessss to spoil you

You’re part of his family, his whole world revolves around you, what kind of man would Eris be if he looked perfect and you didn’t

All the best jewelry, high end clothes and shoes, handbags everything is yours

But you still favor your comfy clothes when you’re just at home

Speaking of home….Eris’s house is HUGE!!! It’s not even a house it’s a mansion

When you started dating you hung out at your place for the first few months (Eris needed to know if he could trust you before telling you everything)

Once he brought you over your jaw dropped and stayed on the floor through the whole tour

When Eris asked you to move in and you said yes you had never seen him smile so big

Eris ended up taking a few days off when you moved in and he was soooo clingy, telling you how happy he is that you’re here

Eris does like to keep his work life and home life separate as much as he can

But who is he to deny you when you just want to learn about his job

And you give good advice, so he’ll always listen to you

You don’t like being around him when he’s super busy. When Eris is focused you don’t like to disturb him (sometimes you can’t help it)

You like to sit in one of the arm chairs on the other side of Eris’s desk. You’re on your laptop typing away or shopping with his credit card or catching up on your shows

Eris likes to interrupt you when you do this. If you’re in his office he should be able to

“Come here my love.” His deep voice breaks you away from your screen. Smirking at him you round the corner of his desk to stand between his legs. Eris grabs your hips, placing you in his desk. He stands, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Leaning in Eris presses a long kiss to your lips. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” He murmurs. “Hmm, not today.” You smile against his lips as he kisses you again, leaning you to lay flat. “I love you more than you can imagine.”

Your wedding is the event of the spring

Def a destination wedding with a huge guest list

And of course your engagement ring is the brightest diamond Eris could find

He wanted it to be able to blind people in the dark

You had only seen Eris tear up a handful of times. When he saw you walk down the aisle Eris couldn’t help but beam at you as tears roll down his cheeks

Once you’re married he won’t stop calling you Mrs. Vanserra or ‘my wife’ or ‘my little wife’ and you blush every time

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Always By Your Side

Eris x reader

Notes: I realized I haven’t written a period comfort fic for Eris and was in desperate need of one. And now I give you this, please accept my contribution to the trope

Warnings: period, comfort, fluff

Entering Eris’s office clutching your latest read you find the room empty. His scent is still somewhat fresh. The mating bond in your chest humming at the comfort it brings.

You let out a sad sigh, sitting in your usual spot on the couch facing Eris’s desk. Your hands shake slightly as you flip to the page where you left off.

You had woken up without your mate and to pain from your cycle. Craving the warmth Eris can give you was the only motivator to get up.

When you first got your cycle your mother had always gone back and forth between keeping you in your room and telling you to power through the pain. You can’t deny that her voice was nagging you in the back of your mind, scolding you to get up. Another reason you rolled out of bed.

To say you were nervous to be around Eris on your cycle is an understatement. Even though Eris has told you over and over again that he loves every part of you, you still get scared. Scared of his rejection and disgust towards you. Despite never once showing any kind of cruelty towards you, your anxiety tells you differently. And your anxiety’s voice sounds a lot like your mother's.

Breathing through cramps and the numbness in your legs you wait for Eris to return. You end up rereading a lot of your book. The words are not registering in your brain.

The door clicks open making you sit up straighter. Whipping your head around to see Eris’s assistant, Reed, come in. He gives you a kind smile as he places papers down on the desk. “Afternoon my lady.”

“Hello Reed.” You return his smile with one of your own. “Do you know where Eris is?”

Reed finishes shuffling the papers into hands before he answers. You found out early on he’s a very focused person. Not the best multitasker but Eris trusts him greatly.

“He’s in a meeting right now. They should be a while, is there a message you would like me to relay?”

A cramp hits you hard making you wince. “My lady?” Taking a deep breath you compose yourself. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Umm, no. No message.” You give Reed a tight smile. His eyes narrow as he looks you over. Bowing to you he leaves.

As soon as you hear the door click you curl up on the couch. Pressing your fingertips into your abdomen as a tear rolls down your cheek.

No one looks up when Reed enters the room. No one ever notices Reed and he likes it. Eris prefers him to operate quietly. Which is what he will do now.

Eris spots his assistant, giving him a curt nod as he comes closer. Reed leans down whispering in his ear.

Jumping from his seat as Reed leans away, Eris was out the door. Ignoring the calls of his name from lieutenants and advisors. Focused on getting to his mate.

The door opening again has you shooting up into a sitting position. Snatching your book off the coffee table you pretend to read. Looking like a poised and graceful lady.

Eris stands in the doorway for a moment. Now that he’s close he can sense the anxiety you’ve been keeping pent up. Some of it slipping through your loosening grip on keep your bond closed.

Moving quietly your mate kneels in front of you, pulling your attention from “reading”. Eris places a large hand on your hip rubbing calming circles with his thumb. His eyes searching your face for a change in mood as you stare at him with an unconvincing smile.

Eris tugs on the bond making your hold slip. That golden light in your chest craving his touch. Eris winces at the sliver of your pain and discomfort that runs through him. “My heart, what’s wrong?” You wrap your arms around his shoulders. Slinking off the couch you mold yourself to Eris’s body. He wraps his arms around you tight, burying his face in the crook of your neck, taking in your sweet scent. The first time Eris got within arms reach of you after the bond snapped he swore he got drunk off your scent. It had washed over him like a gentle wave on the shore of a Summer court beach. Vanilla and almond.

There’s something faint under your sweetness. Eris reluctantly lets go of you, dragging his hands up your body to hold your face. “Please tell me,” he pleads. You sigh, embarrassment keeping the words from tumbling out of your mouth. Your mothers voice telling you that males don’t care about female problems echoes in your head. The worry in his amber eyes makes you feel guilty for ever thinking Eris would be disgusted with you.

Dropping your forehead to his, you screw your eyes shut. Pushing the bad thoughts from your mind. Shutting out your mothers cruel comments for good.

“It’s my cycle. It started this morning and I didn't know if I could tell you.” Eris feels his heart crack a little.

“My heart, how could you ever think you couldn’t tell me something? Especially if you’re in pain.” The frown on his face has your tears flowing again. “Oh my love.” Eris pulls you back to his chest, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“Keeping my cycle to myself has just been something I’ve done for years. I didn’t want to burden you with a small problem.” Eris hugs you tighter. He can’t imagine a world where your problems aren’t his problems. “My heart you can always come to me.” “Promise?” You whisper.

“Promise. Because guess what I’ll always do?” You sniffle as you lean away from Eris. “What?” Eris wipes at your tears with his thumbs. “I will always fix whatever’s wrong. No matter what.” He presses a quick kiss to your nose. “Let’s get you comfortable and something for the pain.” You nod and cling to him as he carries you to the bedroom.

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Could I request for just Manon x Reader x Aelin without the men (love them but it’s girl time) and reader tries to get them to like each other which only turns into a steamy night afterwards🤭

Note: We almost have our first bingo! And yes I am all for kicking the men out. I’m going to treat this headcanon as a sequel to my Poly SJM Week fic Torn. If you haven’t read it don’t worry this can be read as a standalone. But if you’re curious as to what the drama is give it a read 👀

This is the last bingo request for this weekend my friends! This is our updated bingo card so feel free to request for next weekend.

Warnings: angst, suggestive at the end

After giving you some space and Dorian and Rowan giving the girls a stern talking to Manon and Aelin get their shit together

They’re kicking themselves about how they ignored your feelings

“We should’ve talked to her. Instead we bickered like assholes.” Aelin said, voicing her regrets to the witch Queen. Manon grunts in agreement as she paces the length of the room. While the pair have been giving you space they spend their free time in Aelin’s private sitting room

You know they need an extra push to get along and you were going to use this to your advantage

Finding them in the sitting room you put on your biggest pout and ask if they will spend quality time with you this weekend

It took some convincing but they agreed to a girl’s weekend

Manon was very firm about Rowan and Dorian not being around and finding something else to do

Rowan was hesitant until he saw the look on Aelin’s face telling him that you 3 need this

Aelin and Manon don’t argue all weekend

They actually seem more comfortable with each other and it’s something you pick up

You know they would do anything you ask so you push their limits and ask them to do the most girly and unusual activities

First on your list is a fancy tea party. You giggled at the face Manon was trying so hard to hold back but Aelin was excited about dressing up and having tea

Seeing Manon in a fancy gown as a sight to behold

After the fancy tea party you drag them into town for a walk and some window shopping

Manon and Aelin compete a little for who can buy you more

When you pick up on it you put a stop to it immediately

“What happened to being nice? And you promised me no more fighting.” You said sternly with your hands on your hips, tapping your foot at them. The two queens look to one another with regret

Dragging them back to the castle you make them play cards

You wanna see how bad their competitive sides are and how they’ll hold back

Game nights usually end with Rowan being the rule police, you and Dorian just watching and with holding the dice, and Aelin and Manon arguing with Rowan that they’re right

Your girls were perfectly polite to each other

Though it was through gritted teeth

But with each thing you made them do together they talked more

You knew they talked about things but it felt like the queens just doing business or dealing with politics

You want them to talk like Rowan and Dorian do

At dinner the 3 of you are laughing and chatting

Aelin and Manon seem more relaxed like how lovers should be

Not assessing their next move or seeing them as a threat

You love both women and you know they love each other. They just need to admit it

That’s next weekends mission though. These past few days have been enough work for you

On the last night before Dorian and Rowan return the 3 of you snuggle in bed together eating chocolates

“How have your teeth not rotted with the amount you two eat?” Manon asks, taking a tiny bite out of her sweet. She eyes it like it’s going to come to life and stab her. You and Aelin giggle. “Don’t hate on chocolate. It’s a luxury of life and goes with everything.” You hum in agreement reaching for another chocolate from the box

Before you can get it Manon has you pinned to the bed. “I think there’s something else I’d rather eat.” There’s a wicked glint in her golden eyes. You shiver and blush at the comment from your girlfriend

Aelin lightly runs her fingers from the tops of your thighs to your throat, scratching at your skin a little

“I think,” Aelin purrs, “our girl deserves a special treat tonight don’t you agree?” She winks at you moving to kiss just beneath your jaw

Manon drops between your thighs, pulling your panties down your legs