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Something about you <3 (wriolette fanfic :3) {slight nsfw}

Gosh... every time I look at him, I feel like I'm about to explode. His white hair... his perfect body... his soft lips... his blue eyes... he makes me feel so many emotions at the same time. He is perfect, way too perfect for me. I don't know how I ended up with him as my husband.

"Wrio...? You're staring again," he says softly as he chuckles. Every time I hear his laugh, my heart warms up. Gosh... his laugh is so damn perfect; it makes me just want to take him in my arms and kiss him hard.

"Sorry... I can't help it. It's just... something about you makes me feel insane..."

He blushes as I say that, a look of love and adoration in his eyes. He slowly approaches me and gives me a long hug... a really long hug. His body fitting into mine like two perfect puzzle pieces. He was really made for me.

"You were blessed by Aphrodite, you know... you're absolutely perfect..." I say as I softly touch his soft face with my hand. I can't get over how beautiful this man is. I don't think I ever will.

"I-I love you, Neuvi... so much," I say softly, my voice shaky. He nuzzles his face closer into my chest as I say that. I blush at that. I'm feeling a bit sensitive right now...

He softly gets on his knees. I look down at him with wide eyes.

"Let me make you feel good... please?"

I nod as he asks that.

"Be slow, don't hurt yourself."

"I won't, don't worry, darling..."

He removes my pants and boxers gently, my hardness hitting his cheek. I gasp at the contact.

"Did that hurt...? Are you okay...?"

He just nods, signaling he's fine. I sigh in relief.

"Take it easy... mkay...?"

He nods and softly licks my tip... Goddamn... his tongue feels like heaven.... He soon starts taking it all in.

"N-Neuvi...." I moan out. He's so good at this, way too good... His mouth is so warm, it makes me want to fill him all the way TO his tummy.

"I-I'm close... Neuvi, please... m-may I do it in your mouth...?"

As soon as I see his nod, I let it all out... and god... he looks so pretty like this, his eyes all watery and tongue out, full of my orgasm...

"You're so gorgeous... I don't deserve you..."

He gently cleans me and my mess as I blush harder and harder with every touch caress he gives me. When he finishes, he gets up and kisses my cheek... as he starts walking away, I grab his arm.

"Please... don't go... I want you here with me," I whisper, and he smiles softly.

"Does my big boy want cuddles...?"

"Yes, please..."

We both walk to our bedroom, laying in bed together... cuddling...

"I love you, Neuvi..." I whisper, my voice soft and sleepy.

"I love you too, Wrio..." he whispers back as we both fall asleep together...

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WRIOlLETTE CONTENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOHOOOO (nsfw fanfic!!!)

as I enter the house, exhausted from work, I sigh. Who knew being a duke would be so fucking tiring? I slowly walk to the kitchen to find my husband cooking something. I softly walk behind him and hug him tight, "Whatcha cooking...?" I ask, my voice hoarse with tiredness. "Dinner..." he replies. There's something about his voice that makes me go absolutely insane, maybe it's how soft it is, or maybe it's just him. "Hmm..." "Rough day?" he asks. I love how affectionate he is, he always worries about me whenever I'm tired or not. "Yes... I need hugs..." He sighs and turns off the stove, grabs my hand, and we walk to our bedroom. He sits on the bed as I tower over him... Gosh, I really need to learn to control my instincts. "C-can you not look at me like that..." "Like what?" he said in a innocent tone, i can feel my pants tightening up as i look at his beautiful skin, i just want to grab him and make him mine forever. "neuvi…" i whisper "you're doing this on purpouse arent you?"…he softly bites his lip and thats when i loose all control i still i had, i pin him down on the bed and kiss him so hard he moans, im pretty sure our neibghours heard him, not that i mind, i softly pull away and look at him, he is so..beautiful… "p-please wrio..be gentle..im only little compared to you after all…~" I couldn't help but kiss his cheek as he said that. "Of course, hun... tell me if it hurts, mkay?" As he nods, I softly remove my pants and shirt, now only in my boxers. I do the same to him, now we are both only in our underwear as we kiss softly.

My fingers trace the delicate curve of his spine, sending shivers down his back. He arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping his lips. The air thickens with anticipation, the scent of desire a palpable force between us. I deepen the kiss, tasting the sweetness of his mouth, exploring every contour with my tongue. He meets my passion with equal fervor, his hands gripping my shoulders, nails digging slightly into my skin.

I break the kiss, breathless, and gaze into his eyes. They are wide with longing, pupils dilated with desire. I can see the trust he places in me, the vulnerability he willingly offers. "Are you sure?" I whisper, my voice husky with emotion. He nods, his eyes never leaving mine. "Please," he breathes.

With a tenderness that belies my earlier intensity, I slowly push him back onto the bed. His underwear is discarded, revealing the soft, pale skin beneath. I trail kisses down his neck, his collarbone, his chest, each touch eliciting a soft whimper. My hands explore his body, learning every curve, every hollow, every secret place. He writhes beneath me, his body trembling with anticipation.

I move lower, my lips tracing a path down his stomach. He gasps as I reach his navel, his hands clenching the sheets. I can feel his pulse quickening beneath my touch. I continue my descent, my breath hot against his skin.

My lips close around him, and he cries out, his body arching off the bed. I savor his taste, his scent, his every reaction. I am in control, but I am also completely lost in the moment, consumed by the intensity of our connection. He is mine, and I am his, and in this moment, nothing else matters.

I continue to pleasure him, my tongue and lips working in harmony to drive him to the brink of ecstasy. He begs me to stop, but I can't, I won't. I want to take him all the way, to show him how much I desire him, how much he means to me.

Finally, he can take no more. He explodes in my mouth, his body convulsing with pleasure. I swallow him whole, savoring every drop. He collapses back onto the bed, gasping for breath, his body slick with sweat.

I look down at him, my heart overflowing with love. He is beautiful, perfect, and he is mine. I climb onto the bed beside him, pulling him close. He snuggles into my arms, his head resting on my chest.

"That was... amazing," he whispers.

"I know," I reply, kissing his forehead. "And we're just getting started."

I roll him over, so that he is on his hands and knees. He looks back at me, his eyes wide with anticipation. I can see the desire burning in his gaze.

I position myself behind him, my cock throbbing with need. I reach out and spread his cheeks, revealing his tight little hole. I lick my lips, savoring the moment.

"Ready?" I ask.

He nods, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

I slowly push inside him, stretching him open. He cries out in pain, but I don't stop. I want to fill him completely, to take him all the way.

Finally, I am all the way inside him, my cock buried deep within his hole. He moans, his body trembling with pleasure. I begin to thrust, slowly at first, then faster and faster.

He meets my rhythm, his body moving in perfect sync with mine. We are one, connected by our desire, our love. I pound into him, harder and harder, until we are both screaming with pleasure.

Finally, I can take no more. I explode inside him, my body convulsing with release. He cries out, his body arching off the bed.

We collapse back onto the bed, gasping for breath, our bodies slick with sweat. I look down at him, my heart overflowing with love.

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i forgot abt this acc wth bro lmao😭😭😭😭😭

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"one day"

chapter 4:

As I wake up, pain radiates through my body like fire licking at my skin. Every breath is a reminder of last night, of what was done to me, of the wounds left behind—both the ones I can see and the ones I can’t. My muscles scream in protest as I shift slightly, trying to find even a shred of comfort on this thin mattress.

Liam is sitting next to me, his usual guarded expression in place, but there’s something different about his posture. He’s tense. His fingers tap against his knee in an anxious rhythm, and his gaze is fixed on the floor like he’s avoiding looking at me. I follow his line of sight, scanning the small, suffocating room.

Venessa isn’t here.

Panic flutters in my chest. I push myself up with a wince, ignoring the sharp pain shooting through my ribs. “Where’s the kid?”

Liam lets out a slow, heavy sigh—the kind that makes my stomach sink before he even opens his mouth. “She got sold earlier today. Some old rich guy.”

I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. My throat tightens, my vision blurs, but I force the tears back. Crying won’t change anything. Crying won’t bring her back. I should have known. She was too young, too fresh, too innocent to last here for long. But knowing that doesn’t make it any easier.

“Hopefully, my turn is next,” I mutter, the words slipping out before I can stop them.

“Don’t say that.”

Liam’s response is immediate, too fast, too urgent. I blink, startled, and turn to look at him. His jaw is clenched, his brows drawn together in something that looks almost like… concern? He meets my gaze for a brief moment before looking away, rubbing the back of his neck. “You kinda became like a kid to me.” He grimaces. “Ew, that’s disgusting.”

Despite everything, I let out a weak chuckle. “What?”

He sighs, shaking his head. “I just got used to you, you know?”

I gasp mockingly. “Oh, you see me as your daughter?”

“I MEAN—” He groans, running a hand through his hair. “I have been taking care of you for ages, so… kinda, I guess?”

Something warm sparks in my chest, something unfamiliar and foreign in this place where affection doesn’t exist. It’s strange, and I don’t know what to do with it. I hate him, and I don’t. He’s just as complicit as the rest of them, yet he’s the only one who shows me anything resembling kindness. I want to scream at him for not doing more, for standing by while I suffer. But at the same time, I find myself clinging to the small bits of humanity he offers me.

“So… should I call you Dad now?” I tease, a weak smile tugging at my lips.

“Please don’t,” he groans, and I laugh for the first time in what feels like forever. It’s small, barely even real, but it’s something.

He leans closer, his fingers brushing through my tangled hair, carefully undoing the knots. His touch is surprisingly gentle, nothing like the rough, careless hands I’m used to. “You have another shift tonight,” he murmurs.

The moment shatters.

My entire body stiffens, and my arms wrap around my waist instinctively, as if holding myself together will keep me from breaking apart. “Oh…”

Liam exhales heavily. “I know it sucks, but this is life. There’s nothing to do about it.”

I nod, my throat tightening. “I know.”

But knowing doesn’t make it any easier.

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"one day"

chapter 3 :

As Liam cleans me up, we can hear her screams. It’s terrifying how a small 14-year-old girl has to go through all of this. I can feel Liam’s discomfort from the way his hands move hesitantly through my hair, scrubbing gently as if trying to focus on anything but the sound of Vanessa’s pain.

"Liam?" I say softly.

"Lexi?" he replies, his tone tired. It almost makes me laugh. Almost.

"If you had the chance, would you change jobs?"

His hands stop moving, freezing in place. The silence stretches between us before he finally exhales a deep, heavy sigh.

"Gosh, Lexi, why do you have to ask so many damn questions?"

"I'm stuck here with you. Can't I at least know a bit? You've always been so vague."

He hesitates before answering, his voice low. "I would. I really fucking would. I regret even joining this fucked-up house."

That catches me off guard. "Then why did you?"

His usual demeanor cracks for a moment, and I see something raw in his expression.

"They know things about my wife. Have… pictures. Videos. She doesn’t know, but I do. It could put her in danger, so I work here to keep them from using it against her."

I nod, processing his words. That’s not what I expected at all.

"You mentioned you get paid?" I ask, my voice quieter now.

"I do. A lot of money, to be honest."

I stare at the ceiling. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-eight. Turning twenty-nine soon."

His voice has softened as he brushes through my tangled hair, carefully braiding some of it. The tenderness is so out of place that it makes me uneasy.

"Old ass," I joke, trying to break the heavy atmosphere.

He smirks. "I’m not that old, sweetheart."

"You could be my dad."

He laughs—like really laughs. A deep, genuine laugh that sounds so foreign in a place like this. For a moment, it almost makes me forget where we are, what we are. But the moment is shattered when the door swings open.

Vanessa stumbles in, sobbing, her small frame shaking violently. Blood drips between her thighs, staining the floor. I gasp, paralyzed, my stomach twisting in knots. Liam moves before I do, rushing to her side, lifting her fragile body onto the bed. His hands are gentle as he checks her over, whispering reassurances, though we both know words mean nothing in a place like this. I just sit there, staring in horror, my hands clenched into fists.

Night falls, and my "shift" begins.

I grab the outfit I’m supposed to wear—if you can even call it that. The fabric is sheer, barely covering anything, designed to expose rather than conceal. My hands shake slightly as I slip it on, but I force myself to push the fear down. There’s no room for weakness. Not here.

I walk to Angel, keeping my face blank, my body numb.

He nods toward one of the rooms. "Michael is waiting for you."

I swallow back my nausea. "How much?"

"He paid for an entire night."

I clench my jaw. "What level?"

"Max."

Damn it. My stomach drops. I know what that means. I know I’m going to suffer tonight.

Without another word, I walk to the designated room. The heavy wooden door looms before me, and with a shaky breath, I push it open.

Inside, the air is thick with expensive cologne and something else—something foul, something rotten. The room is dimly lit, the glow of a bedside lamp casting long shadows across the walls. A large bed dominates the space, its silk sheets contrasting sharply with the dark reality of what happens here.

And then I see them.

Knives.

A row of gleaming, polished blades laid out neatly on a table, each one varying in size and shape. My breath catches in my throat, my pulse hammering against my ribs.

The man sitting on the bed watches me with a predatory smile. He’s big, broad, and old—gray stubble covering his sagging face. Everything about him makes my skin crawl.

"Hey, sweetie~" he croons, his voice dripping with sickening amusement.

I force myself to nod in silence as he reaches for me, pulling me into a suffocating embrace. His arms are thick, unyielding, and the stench of his sweat makes bile rise in my throat.

Then he forces me onto the bed.

I don’t fight it.

There’s no point. Not anymore.

I just lay there and play along. Because in the end, there’s nothing else left to do.

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"One day"

chapter 2

As Liam puts me down on my bed, I look at him, my voice barely above a whisper. "Why?"

"Hm?" he grunts, not looking at me.

"What did I do, Liam? What did I do to deserve this life? I did nothing."

His eyes narrow, sharp and tired. "Lex, stop talking to me like I'm some kind of therapist. You and I aren't friends. I just take care of you, nothing more."

I scoff. "I know that, asshole. No need to specify."

"Good. Now spread your legs so I can start working on your sores."

I sigh, my body too worn down to resist. I know he won’t do anything to me—not like the others. Sometimes I wonder if he's asexual, or maybe just so desensitized that he doesn’t even see me the way they do. I should be grateful, right? But I’m not. Because no matter how different he is, he still stands by and watches. He doesn’t help. He doesn’t fight for me. He just does his job—the job he's paid to do: aftercare.

"Liam?"

"Yeah, Lexi?"

"Do you have a family?"

His hands still for a fraction of a second before he resumes applying ointment to my bruised skin. "I have a wife."

That surprises me. "Does she know? About this?"

"No." He lets out a dry chuckle. "She wouldn’t like it if she did."

Well, that explains a lot.

"Do you love her?"

His mouth twitches into something almost resembling a smile. "If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be working this fucked-up job just to make her happy."

I watch him, studying his face. He’s smitten. It’s almost... cute? Seeing him like this, so different from the cold and detached man I usually see, makes something in my chest tighten. I don’t know what the feeling is, but it lingers.

"Do you have kids?"

He snorts. "Fuck no."

I chuckle at his reaction, and then it hits me.

I just laughed. A real laugh. I can’t even remember the last time I did that. It feels... refreshing? Foreign, but nice.

"Why not?"

"I don’t know. I just don’t want kids... I think? Maybe that’ll change."

"Hmm. Interesting."

He finishes tending to my wounds, and I stare at him. "Help me next time."

His jaw tightens. "You know damn well I can’t and won’t, Lexi."

"I know." I force a small, bitter smile.

His features soften, just for a moment. I’ve never seen this side of him before. He’s usually so reserved, so shut off. But tonight, something cracks in the walls he’s built around himself, even if just slightly.

That night, I don’t sleep.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my mind spiraling into the abyss of everything and nothing. Then, a thought drifts to the surface, one I haven’t let myself think about in years.

My parents.

Are they still looking for me?

Probably not.

Why would they? It’s been too long. I’ve been gone for years—lost, forgotten. If they had any hope, I’m sure it died a long time ago.

The next morning, there’s a knock on my door.

"Come in, Liam," I mumble, sitting up.

But it’s not Liam.

A small girl steps inside, her blonde hair messy, her blue eyes wide with fear. She looks like a doll, fragile and delicate, like one wrong move might shatter her.

I tense.

"Who are you?" My voice is softer than I expected. "Where’s Liam?"

"I... I’m Vanessa..." she stammers, her voice trembling. "A-and I don’t know who Liam is... I don’t know w-what I-I’m doing here. A man called Angel told me to come in here. He said mean things... I just want my mom."

My heart shatters.

She’s new.

"How old are you, Vanessa?"

"Fourteen," she sniffles. "How about you?"

"Nineteen... I think? Not sure at this point."

She giggles a little, and it’s such a pure sound that it almost hurts.

"Come here." I pat the space beside me on the bed. She hesitates but then climbs up, sitting close.

I take a deep breath. "Look, sweetie..."

Her face falls. "I know. I know what this is. I read a book similar to this... I know what’s going to happen to me."

I bite my lip, my fingers clenching the sheets. Just as I nod, the door swings open, and Liam steps inside.

"Hey, Lex—who the fuck is that kid?"

His confusion is almost funny. Almost.

"This is Vanessa. She’s new here."

His eyes darken slightly. "Oh. A new... ‘toy.’"

I glare at him. "Don’t call us that."

He rolls his eyes but holds his hands up in mock surrender. "Sorry, not sorry. Does she have her ID tattoo yet?"

"No," Vanessa mumbles. "Angel said someone called Servant 125 would do it."

Liam groans. "God, I told him to stop calling me that. Such an asshole."

Vanessa laughs, and to my surprise, Liam’s annoyance fades into a small smile.

"Don’t laugh, you little brat," he mutters, ruffling her hair.

I watch him, something shifting in my chest. He knows she’s just a kid. He knows what’s about to happen to her, and even though he won’t fight it, I can tell he doesn’t want to make it worse for her. There’s something almost... fatherly in the way he looks at her.

Then, a voice echoes through the hallway, sharp and demanding.

"VANESSA, GET YOUR ASS HERE!"

She flinches. My stomach drops.

"Good luck, sweetheart," I whisper.

She nods, her tiny hands trembling as she slides off the bed and heads for the door. Liam follows behind her, his usual mask slipping back into place.

And then I’m alone again.

I let out a long, slow breath, staring at the ceiling.

Life sucks.

It really fucking does.

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"One day" (tw : r4p3, 4bus3)

chapter 1

I was six when they took me.

Six years old when I was ripped from my parents, stolen from the life I was supposed to have. I barely remember what love feels like, what warmth feels like. The outside world is nothing more than a blurred dream—something I might’ve once known but lost in the haze of time and torment. All I know now is this: the cold walls that surround me, the stench of sweat and sin, the sound of my own muffled screams. All I remember is grooming. Every single fucking day.

People say it’s awful. I guess it is, but I’ve stopped fighting it. Stopped resisting. Stopped hoping. What’s the point? I just stare at the ceiling every night, the cracks forming a map to nowhere, wondering if I’ll ever be saved. Then I laugh—how stupid. No one is coming for me. No one ever has. This is my life. A trafficked life.

The door creaks open. I don’t even flinch anymore.

Liam walks in, his tall frame casting a long shadow over my bed. He’s been here for as long as I can remember—my handler, my keeper, my reluctant caretaker. His voice is firm, void of emotion. “Get up, Lexi.”

I don’t move at first, just stare at him, my eyes empty.

“Liam?”

He exhales, impatient. “What?”

“Do you ever think I’ll get out of here? Live like normal girls my age?”

His expression hardens, like he wasn’t expecting such a stupid fucking question. He gives me the look—the one that says I’m an idiot for even asking. “Nope. You’ll spend your life here until someone buys you.”

I nod, like I already knew the answer. Because I did.

“Yeah, probably.”

I glance at my arm, at the tattoo burned into my skin the day I arrived. Property. That’s all I am. Nothing more. Liam follows my gaze, then chuckles, shaking his head. “You know…” His tone almost softens. “Sometimes I feel bad for you.”

I look at him, surprised.

He smirks. “Then I remember how much I get paid for this shit.”

I scoff. “Can’t be that much.”

He grins. “Trust me, sweetheart, it is.”

I glare at him. “Don’t fucking call me that.”

His smirk fades. “Angel is waiting for you.”

My stomach twists into knots.

Angel.

That name alone is enough to make my entire body go rigid. My hands clench into fists, my breathing shallow. He’s the one who makes my life a living hell. The one who “trains” us, molds us into perfect, obedient little toys. The one who breaks us down until there’s nothing left but an empty shell. I hate him. I loathe him.

I follow Liam, my steps slow, unwilling. The moment I step into Angel’s office, his piercing gaze snaps to me, disgust twisting his features. “Ew. Who the fuck is going to buy you looking like that?” He gestures at my torn, filthy dress.

I shrug. “You don’t give me much else.”

Silence.

Then, a slap so hard my head jerks to the side.

“How fucking dare you talk back to me, you little slut?” His voice is sharp, slicing through my chest like a knife.

Panic rises in my throat. I know what’s coming.

“W-wait, Angel, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, I—”

“Get the fuck down.”

I obey without thinking, falling to my knees. My body is already sore, my muscles screaming from last night’s session with Lucas. I don’t know if I can do this again.

“Have mercy, Angel, please,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “I’m sore, I—I promise I won’t talk back anymore.”

He doesn’t listen. He never does.

I feel his hands on my dress, yanking it off, and I break.

“GET OFF ME! GET THE FUCK OFF ME, ANGEL! GET OFF ME NOW!”

I thrash, my screams desperate, my body trembling as I turn to Liam, the only person who could help me. “HELP ME, LIAM! PLEASE, I CAN’T—LIAM!”

He just stands there. Watching.

His face is blank.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak.

Angel grips my throat, silencing me. “Stop screaming, bitch.” Then he thrusts into me.

I sob. Hard.

I don’t even fight anymore. I just let it happen, my body motionless, my soul retreating to that dark place where no one can reach me.

When it’s over, I lay there, broken, staring at nothing.

“Liam, take her back.”

“Yes, sir.”

I feel Liam lift me up, my limbs dangling like a lifeless doll. But inside, there’s a fire. A small, flickering ember of rage, of hatred. I want to fight him. Want to fight them all. Rip them apart with my own hands, watch them bleed just like they’ve made me bleed.

One day.

One day, I will.

And when I do, I’ll make sure they fucking burn.

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nakedtoaster angst (bloomic fanfic)

Dear Diary,

The Bloomic Discord server has been gone for a month now, and damn it, I miss her so fucking bad.

Life has lost all color. The world around me is gray, dull, lifeless—just like me. I stare at my monitors, my fingers absently tapping at the keyboard, searching, searching, always searching. Social media tabs are open, usernames typed and retyped, each variation a desperate attempt to find her, to trace her digital footprints. Maybe I’m spelling it wrong. Maybe she changed it. Maybe she doesn’t want to be found. The thought makes my stomach twist, but I keep going anyway. I try to guess her real name, scrolling through endless profiles, hoping—no, begging—to see a glimpse of her, to know she’s still out there, to know she hasn't just disappeared forever.

I don't know how long I’ve been sitting here. Hours? Days? Weeks? Time bleeds together, a formless, meaningless concept now. I probably stink. No, I definitely stink. I shift in my chair, and an unsettling squelch echoes in my ears. My shirt clings to my skin, damp with sweat and filth. My room reeks—a putrid mix of unwashed clothes, rotting food, and something even fouler, something... alive.

I glance down. Empty Monster cans litter the floor, piled around me like the ruins of some forgotten kingdom. But as my gaze lingers, my stomach churns. Maggots. They crawl through the discarded cans, writhing, feasting, breeding in the filth I’ve surrounded myself with. I should clean. I really should. But my body is heavy, weighed down by exhaustion, by emptiness. The thought of moving, of doing anything, is overwhelming.

My legs feel strange. An itch—no, a burning sensation—claws at my skin. Hesitantly, I lift my pajama pants and nearly gag at what I see. Mushrooms. Small, pale, grotesque fungi sprout from my calves, twisting and curling as if feeding off my decaying flesh. My fingers tremble as I brush one, and it dislodges easily, tearing away with a sickening wet sound. A fresh wave of blood seeps from the wound, dark and sluggish. My skin is peeling, cracking, sloughing away in sickly, damp patches.

I am rotting.

How... unfortunate.

I lean back, letting my head fall against the chair. My vision blurs. My body feels light, as if I could drift away at any moment. Maybe she’s over me. Maybe she’s forgotten I even exist. And here I am, wasting away, letting maggots and mushrooms consume what’s left of me. People might call this depression, but I don’t feel sad. I don’t feel anything at all. And that’s the worst part.

End of the journal...

"I came into his place to check on him. I hadn’t heard from him in weeks, and I was worried. I thought maybe he was just isolating himself like he used to, but when I opened the door, the smell hit me like a wall. Rot. Decay. Something was very, very wrong.

The room was dark, the only light coming from the dim glow of his monitors. My brother sat in the chair, unmoving, staring blankly at the screens. His pink hair, once vibrant, was now a dull, greasy mess, sticking to his forehead. His glasses were cracked, one lens missing entirely. But it was his face that terrified me the most. His eyes—sunken, lifeless—locked onto mine as if he didn’t recognize me. His skin was pale, almost translucent, marred by dried blood and open sores.

I stepped closer, hesitantly reaching out to him. "Taylor...?" My voice was barely above a whisper.

He moved then, his arm sluggishly dragging across the desk, his fingers wrapping around a massive bottle of whiskey. I didn't even know he drank. And by the way the bottle was still full, I don’t think he does.

Before I could stop him, before I could even process what was happening, he lifted the bottle high above his head and—

CRASH.

Glass shattered. His face crumpled under the impact, shards embedding deep into his skin. Blood splattered in every direction—onto the walls, onto his desk, onto me. Warm, sticky droplets clung to my cheeks. My brain struggled to comprehend what I had just witnessed. My brother, my stupid, broken brother, had just smashed a whiskey bottle against his own face.

He swayed, his breath ragged, his body barely holding itself together. And then he collapsed.

I screamed."

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Nightowl angst (bloomic fanfic)

As I click the "Leave" button, waiting to feel some kind of relief or joy... but no. I feel nothing of the sort. Only emptiness. Only sadness. Did I just lose all my friends and my lover at once?

Good job, Nightowl. Fucking genius.

I get into my mother’s car, the engine humming softly as if mocking me. The seatbelt feels tight against my chest, a reminder that I’m still here, still breathing. I let my head fall back against the headrest, staring blankly at the ceiling. My hands grip the steering wheel for a moment before letting go. There’s no point. I don’t even want to be here.

I’m ready to go home and pursue my "dream"—or rather, her dream. To become a lawyer.

This is all so fucking stupid. Why do I always disappoint everyone?

As I walk into my childhood home, I hope—just for a second—that my father will at least hug me, tell me he missed me. But the only thing I receive from him is a sharp slap across my face. The sound echoes in the empty house, sharp and unforgiving.

Ouch. Deserved.

My parents leave for whatever reason, and I stare at my reflection in the huge hallway mirror.

Whoa... I am so... disgusting.

My eyes are hollow, dark circles bruising the delicate skin beneath them. My lips are chapped, trembling slightly as I try to force a smile. I can’t even bring myself to smile anymore. I run a shaky hand through my messy hair, letting out a dry chuckle.

I grab a kitchen knife from the drawer, my fingers tightening around the handle. Slowly, I trace a smile from my lips to my ears with it. Ah! Much better. Now my smile is just as gorgeous as my cutie’s smile. I wonder what she’s doing right now... Probably better now that I’m out of her life.

I drag the knife across my skin—arms, legs, you name it. Each cut is a whisper, a reminder that I can still feel something. The pain is sharp, electric, but it’s nothing compared to the emptiness inside me.

Am I going crazy? Maybe. Do I care? Fuck no. I’m done.

Blood is everywhere, a crimson masterpiece splattered against the walls and floor. But I can’t help but feel joy seeing my mother’s precious white rug now stained a deep, bloody red. Home sweet home.

As I wander the house, my vision blurs. My head feels heavy, my limbs weak. I stumble, catching myself against the counter. Then I see it. A pickaxe.

Ooo! I wonder what fun things I can do with this.

I grab it and lift it, feeling the weight in my hands. It’s heavy, solid, powerful. I swing it down onto my knee with a sickening crack. The pain is instant, blinding, yet exhilarating. I let out a manic laugh, my body trembling with each agonizing breath.

I don’t care. I just want to die. I don’t even notice how much I’m laughing while doing this.

Yuuup! I’m definitely going craaaaaaaaaaazy!!!~~~~

I smile to myself as the pain finally kicks in. It hurts so bad. I love it. I want my parents to come home and find me in pieces, a shattered wreck of their perfect little dream.

The front door swings open, and I hear my mom scream.

"OH MY GOD, NATHAN!"

She runs to me, her face twisted in horror. Her hands reach out but hesitate, hovering over my broken body as if afraid to touch me. I look up at her, my vision fading, my breathing ragged.

As I prepare to say my last words, I grin, blood dripping from my lips.

"Ma? You're a bitch. I hate you. <3"

Then—darkness.

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XYX angst :< (bloomic fanfic, i was lwk crying writing this wtf)

idea credit : claude/zeb :3

As I click the "Leave" button, a strange calmness washes over me. I am alone. Completely alone.

I glance around the empty house, searching for Cat—hoping, praying for just a sliver of comfort. But they are nowhere to be found. First, they got sick. Then I left my favorite server behind—my friends, the love of my life. And now, Cat is gone too.

A sinking feeling coils in my stomach as I gently open the front door, stepping into the cold, lifeless air.

And then—I see it.

Oh god.

My breath catches in my throat. My vision blurs.

Cat’s tiny, fragile body is shattered—broken beyond repair. Blood streaks the pavement, their delicate form barely recognizable. Pieces of them scattered like a cruel, unfinished puzzle. The road is painted in deep, crimson horror.

My legs give out beneath me.

I hit the ground, my hands trembling as I reach forward, but—what's the point? I wasn’t there when they needed me. I wasn’t there to protect them. My hands, the same hands that could have held them, comforted them—are empty. Useless. I failed them.

I failed everyone.

Tears spill onto my skin, hot and unforgiving. My breath shudders as I pull myself up, dragging my feet to the kitchen. I don’t deserve these hands. I don’t deserve to feel.

The knife is cold, heavy.

Without hesitation, I press the blade to my skin. I drag it across, deep and unrelenting. Blood spills in thick, glistening streaks—pooling on the floor, soaking into my fingers, staining the metal in my grip. The pain doesn’t compare to the emptiness swallowing me whole.

I fucked up.

What have I become?

My mother would be so disappointed. She’d look at me with that same quiet sadness, wondering where she went wrong. But it’s not her fault. It’s mine. It’s always been mine.

I stumble to the garage, my vision flickering, my hands slick and shaking. The motorcycle roars to life beneath me, the vibrations humming through my broken frame. I grip the handlebars tight, my knuckles white as I tear down the road. The world blurs past, the wind biting against my skin, but I don’t care.

I know exactly where I’m going.

The cliffside looms ahead—the same place I sat just days ago, staring down at the vast nothingness below. The stars are dull tonight, or maybe my eyes are just too tired to see their light.

I take off my helmet, letting the cold night air burn against my face.

I don’t want to survive this fall.

I don’t deserve to.

I slam the throttle forward, the bike lunging toward the edge. The ground disappears beneath me, and for the first time in what feels like forever—I feel weightless.

The rocks rise up to meet me.

The impact steals my breath. Pain explodes through every nerve, but I don’t fight it. I don’t move.

A pool of blood spreads around me, warm against the frozen earth. My body is broken, but I can still smile.

Great one, Xyx. You deserve this.

<3

BONUS EYYEYEYEYEY :

BREAKING NEWS: Prominent Australian Lawyer Found Dead at Bunda Cliffs

Bunda Cliffs, South Australia – Authorities have confirmed the discovery of a body at the base of Bunda Cliffs, a remote and rugged stretch along Australia’s southern coast. The deceased has been identified as Xander Belin, a highly regarded lawyer known for his work in corporate litigation and high-profile legal cases.

Local law enforcement and emergency responders were called to the scene early this morning after a passerby reported what appeared to be wreckage near the cliffside. Upon investigation, authorities discovered Belin’s body along with his motorcycle, which had sustained significant damage.

Preliminary reports suggest that Belin succumbed to injuries sustained from a high-impact fall. While officials have not yet determined the exact circumstances leading up to the incident, an ongoing investigation is underway. Authorities have not ruled out the possibility of foul play or self-harm, though no official conclusions have been made at this time.

ributes have begun pouring in from legal professionals, clients, and friends, all mourning the tragic loss of a man whose influence extended beyond the courtroom. “Xander was more than just an exceptional lawyer—he was a mentor, a friend, and a relentless advocate for justice,” one colleague shared. “His passing is an immense loss to the profession and to those who had the privilege of knowing him.”

Police are urging anyone with additional information regarding Belin’s final hours to come forward as investigations continue. More details are expected to emerge in the coming days.

For now, Australia mourns the loss of a legal powerhouse, gone far too soon.

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intro post —🎐

Welcome to zae's writing blog, here you can find amazin awesome fanfics made by me! (aka zeyn XD) I hope you enjoy my writings!

— Current fandoms

Blooming panic, error 143,genshin impact, love and deepspace, epic the musical, hamilton, wake me up if you need me, 14 days with you, a date with death, She-ra, amphibia, the owl house, big city greens, bluey and more!

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Many of my writing may include : sh, su!c!d3, nsfw content and more so please do not interact if you are uncomfy with any of that and ty <3!

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caretaking at dusk (quest X nightowl fanfic)

The door to their shared apartment creaked open, letting in a gust of cold air as Quest stepped inside. He kicked off his snow-dusted boots, brushing flakes off his coat before hanging it neatly by the door. A long exhale escaped him—work had been relentless today, and all he wanted was to be greeted by his boyfriend’s usual antics.

“Nightowl, I’m home!” he called out, his voice echoing through the apartment.

Usually, Nightowl would practically launch himself into Quest’s arms or dramatically drape himself across the couch to demand attention. But tonight, there was only silence.

Quest paused, his brows furrowing. “Nightowl?”

A faint, muffled groan answered from the living room. Concern instantly pricked at Quest’s chest. He dropped his bag by the door and hurried toward the sound, rounding the corner to find Nightowl curled up on the couch.

The sight made Quest’s heart ache. Nightowl was wrapped in an oversized blanket—one that almost swallowed his lithe frame—his blonde-now faded-hair sticking out in every direction, and his usually bright, teasing eyes were dulled with exhaustion. The coffee table was littered with tissues, an untouched bottle of water, and an empty mug.

“Oh, angel…” Quest’s voice softened, and he knelt beside the couch.

Nightowl stirred at the sound, blinking blearily at Quest. A weak smile tugged at his lips, though his voice came out raspy. “Hey, cutie,” he murmured, still managing to inject a little bit of his usual charm despite the obvious discomfort. “Guess you caught me… looking like death.”

Quest shook his head, his lips quirking up in a fond smile. “You look far from death. Just like a feverish angel who needs a little TLC.” He reached out to gently brush the back of his hand against Nightowl’s forehead. His expression grew more serious. “You’re burning up.”

Nightowl groaned, sinking further into the couch. “Yeah, well, told you I’m hot,” he said, his attempt at a joke landing somewhere between endearing and pitiful.

Quest chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Still a flirt, even when you’re half-dead.” He adjusted the blanket around Nightowl, tucking it securely under his chin. “How long have you been like this? Did you eat? Drink water? Take anything for the fever?”

Nightowl shook his head, pouting slightly. “Didn’t have the energy. Just… missed you too much to even think about it.”

Quest’s heart melted, but he didn’t let it distract him from what needed to be done. “You’re lucky I adore you,” he said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Nightowl’s forehead. “Stay put. I’ll take care of everything.”

As Quest disappeared into the kitchen, Nightowl let out a soft sigh, his tired eyes following the familiar movements of his boyfriend. Even feeling as miserable as he did, he couldn’t help but think how lucky he was to have someone like Quest.

Quest returned a few minutes later with a steaming mug of herbal tea and a bowl of soup. He set the tray down carefully, pulling a small stool closer so he could sit beside the couch. “Here,” he said, offering the mug first. “This will help your throat.”

Nightowl groaned dramatically but accepted the tea, his hands brushing against Quest’s as he took the cup. “You’re spoiling me, cutie.”

“You deserve it,” Quest said without hesitation, brushing a strand of hair out of Nightowl’s face.

Nightowl took a slow sip of the tea, the warmth soothing his scratchy throat. “You’re too good to me,” he mumbled, his voice still hoarse but filled with genuine affection.

Quest grinned, leaning in to kiss Nightowl’s temple. “And you’re my angel. I don’t mind spoiling you when you need it.”

As Nightowl nibbled at the soup and drank more tea, the color slowly started returning to his cheeks. Quest stayed close, occasionally stealing the spoon to feed him a bite when he started to slow down. Nightowl didn’t protest—in fact, he leaned into the attention, his head resting against Quest’s shoulder when he was too tired to hold himself up anymore.

“You’re so sappy,” Nightowl murmured, his voice already heavy with sleep.

“And you love it,” Quest teased, brushing his lips against Nightowl’s hair.

“Mm… guilty,” Nightowl whispered, his eyes fluttering shut. His voice was soft now, barely audible. “Love you, cutie.”

Quest smiled, his heart swelling at the quiet confession. “Love you too, angel,” he said, his voice just as soft.

As Nightowl drifted off, Quest adjusted the blanket one last time and settled in beside him, content to stay by his side all night if that’s what it took. After all, taking care of his angel was the easiest thing in the world when he loved him this much.

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turning the tables (nightowl fanfic)

Nightowl sat casually on the couch, his usual smirk plastered on his face as he observed his partner, Y/N. They were sitting on the opposite end, looking down at their phone, their fingers nervously tapping against the screen. Nightowl couldn’t help himself—he loved to tease them when they were in their shy, bashful state."So," he began with a mischievous grin, "what’s got my cutie so distracted, huh? You looking up ways to get even cuter, or are you just trying to avoid me?"Y/N glanced up from their phone, their cheeks immediately turning pink at the playful comment. They bit their lip, clearly trying to come up with something to say, but all that came out was a soft, almost inaudible chuckle.Nightowl’s smirk grew wider. "Come on, cutie, don’t act like you’re not into me," he teased, leaning back into the couch and giving them a sly wink.Y/N shifted in their seat, clearly feeling the heat rising in their cheeks. "I—I'm not... trying to avoid you," they stammered, their voice soft. "Just... busy."Nightowl leaned forward slightly, narrowing his eyes in a playful challenge. "Busy? Or just too shy to admit you love spending time with your babe?" He watched as they fidgeted nervously, loving how they always blushed at his attention.But this time, Y/N wasn’t about to let him get the upper hand. They slowly put their phone down and leaned forward, their expression shifting from shy to something a little more daring."You know," Y/N said with a coy smile, "you keep calling me 'cutie,' but I think you’ve got it all wrong." They paused, letting the words hang in the air, knowing they had his full attention now.Nightowl’s smirk faltered just a little, his brow furrowing in curiosity. "Oh? How so?" he asked, leaning in slightly, intrigued by the sudden change in Y/N's demeanor.Without missing a beat, Y/N leaned closer, their voice dropping to a teasing, almost sultry tone. "I think it’s you who’s the cute one here," they said, their fingers brushing against his leg lightly. "I mean... have you seen the way you look when you smile at me, babe? It’s honestly hard to resist."Nightowl blinked, his usual confident demeanor slipping for a moment. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a quiet, flustered laugh. "Wait, what?""Yeah," Y/N continued, their confidence growing. "You're always calling me cute, but I think you're the one who gets all flustered when I call you babe." They leaned in even closer now, their lips barely grazing his ear. "How does it feel, Nightowl, when the tables are turned?"Nightowl’s face was now so red, he couldn’t even hide it. His heart raced, and for the first time, he was the one caught completely off guard. He tried to say something, but his words came out in a jumble. "I-I… what—""You get all shy and flustered too, huh?" Y/N whispered, enjoying the moment. "You’re always teasing me, but it’s your turn now, babe."And that was it—Y/N had absolutely turned the tables on him. Nightowl's usual suave confidence was completely shattered. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt heat rise to his face. He couldn't remember the last time he was this flustered. It was a rare sight, but it made Y/N's heart flutter knowing they’d gotten to him."I... uh..." Nightowl stammered, struggling to regain his composure. "You... you’re really something, aren’t you?"Y/N smiled softly, giving him a playful wink. "Maybe I’m just getting started," they teased.Nightowl couldn’t help but laugh, still red-faced and a little speechless. "You... you’re impossible, cutie."But deep down, he loved every second of it, knowing he was completely, utterly charmed by them.

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Eternal embrace <3 [vampire nightowl fanfic]

it might be the first time i write smth like this LMAO enjoy!!!

It was a quiet, peaceful night. The kind where the world outside seemed to stand still, and all that mattered was the warmth between them. Nightowl, with his dark, mesmerizing eyes and mischievous grin, wrapped his arms around Y/N, pulling them closer as they snuggled into his chest.

“Hey, cutie,” he whispered, his lips brushing against their neck in a soft, teasing kiss. Y/N shivered at the sensation, a smile spreading across their face as they buried their face in his shirt.

“Mmm, babe,” Y/N murmured, their voice soft and filled with affection, “I love you so much.”

Nightowl smiled, enjoying the moment, but his fangs—those sharp, irresistible fangs—itched with a hunger he didn’t always have control over. He pressed a kiss to Y/N's neck, just a little too close to the pulse of their throat.

Y/N gasped, their body shivering in delight. They didn’t mind his playful teasing, not at all. But something was different this time. They felt a strange, sharp sensation—almost like a jolt of electricity—that made their whole body tingle.

Nightowl pulled back slightly, a slight frown crossing his face as he noticed the shift. “Y/N? You okay?” he asked, his voice low, concerned. But Y/N didn’t respond right away, their eyes wide in surprise. They felt it, the strange pull inside them, like something was changing.

And then, they saw it. Their skin—pale, almost luminous in the moonlight. Their eyes, wide and confused, started to sharpen, the red glow of hunger flickering to life.

Nightowl's heart dropped. “No way,” he muttered under his breath, realizing what had happened. He’d gotten too carried away. He hadn’t meant to, but now… well, they were both in for an entirely new kind of ride.

Y/N blinked, staring at their reflection in the nearby window. “What… what happened?” Their voice was a mix of shock and wonder, but beneath it all, there was an undeniable pulse of curiosity.

Nightowl chuckled softly, despite the situation. “Guess you’re a vampire now, babe,” he teased, though his tone was laced with both excitement and guilt.

“I’m… what?!” Y/N asked, their voice a little breathless. They reached up, feeling their new fangs, their new pulse. It was overwhelming but exhilarating at the same time. “Nightowl, I—I didn’t want this. I mean, I… I don’t know if I’m ready for this.”

Nightowl’s arms wrapped tighter around them, pulling them into a gentle embrace. “You’ll be okay, cutie. I’m right here. And I promise, we’ll figure this out together,” he murmured, brushing a kiss against their temple.

Y/N melted into him, their heart racing—not from fear, but from the strange, heady rush of all that was new. It was like they were being swept away in a storm, and all they could do was cling to Nightowl, the one person they trusted most.

“I love you,” Y/N whispered, the words now carrying an extra weight, a sense of forever, as they leaned into him.

“Love you more, babe,” Nightowl grinned, his eyes flashing with the same playful hunger that had started this whole adventure.

And so, in the quiet of that night, as Y/N adjusted to their new reality, they found comfort in the arms of the vampire who had, perhaps unknowingly, just given them a new life to share together.

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Skylar's birthday (quest fan fic)

ITS MY BDAY YAYAYAYYAAY! ofc i had to write smthing for myself mehehehehehhe >:3

The clock ticked steadily toward evening as Quest glanced at the clock in his office. He usually stayed late to finish up work, but today was different. He glanced at the small card he had hidden in his jacket pocket, his heart fluttering.

“I can’t wait to see her face,” he murmured to himself with a quiet smile, almost as if the thought of Skylar's joy was enough to brighten the whole room.

He grabbed his coat and left the office earlier than usual, his footsteps quickening as he headed home. The air outside was cool, a crispness to it that felt like the world was holding its breath. He knew Skylar would be excited for her birthday, but he’d planned something extra special—just the two of them, a quiet celebration.

When he arrived, he quickly slipped inside the house, where he found the living room mostly untouched, save for a few decorations Skylar had set up for herself earlier in the week. But tonight, it would be different.

The soft glow of candles illuminated the space, flickering gently across the room. Quest had decorated a small table with a few of Skylar’s favorite treats—a homemade cake (though he was certain it wasn’t perfect) and a few colorful balloons tied to the back of her chair. He had even hung a banner that read "Happy Birthday, Angel," knowing how much she’d love the sweetness of the surprise.

He took a deep breath, standing back to admire the scene, then went to the bedroom where Skylar was wrapping up the last of her tasks.

"Skylar, love," he called softly from the doorframe, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. "I’m home early."

Skylar whipped around, her eyes wide with delight as she bounced toward him. "Quest! You’re home already? Oh my gosh, you’re early! What’s going on?"

Her voice was high-pitched, full of excitement and energy, just like her. She always had this way of lighting up the room with her enthusiasm. But when her gaze drifted to the living room, her eyes softened, and she gasped, hands flying to her mouth.

"Did you…?" Her voice faltered as she saw the small birthday setup. "Oh my gosh, you did all this for me? You’re the best!"

Quest chuckled, stepping closer to her. “Only the best for my angel.”

Skylar beamed up at him, her heart swelling with affection. “This is so cute, I love it!” She flung her arms around his neck, giving him a tight hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You always know how to make me feel special.”

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close in a tender embrace. “You’re always special to me. Happy birthday, Skylar.”

Skylar pulled back slightly to look at him, her eyes sparkling. “I can’t believe you did all of this—just for us!” She was practically bouncing in place. “Okay, okay! We need to eat the cake, and then I’m going to give you the best birthday hug EVER because you deserve it!”

Quest laughed softly, his heart full. “I’ll take all the hugs I can get.”

And with that, the two of them shared a quiet, loving celebration. No grand party or noisy crowd—just the simple joy of being together.

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Cozy night in (quest and owl fanfic)

ello guys!!! today i came with smth a tiny bit different lol!! hope u enjoy this cute lovely poly relationship we have here <3

The soft hum of the city outside their apartment was a lullaby of its own, but it was the warmth inside that truly made the night feel like home. The living room lights were dimmed, casting a soft golden hue on the space as Quest, Y/N, and Nightowl settled into their favorite corner of the couch. It had been a long week for all of them, but now, with the weekend stretching out before them, there was nothing but peace and contentment.

Y/N curled up between Quest and Nightowl, their body slightly tense at first, but slowly relaxing as the comforting presence of their partners enveloped them. Quest had a way of making them feel safe—his steady hand, the warmth of his arm around them. Nightowl, always the playful one, smirked down at Y/N, brushing a lock of hair away from their face.

"Look at you, all shy and tucked in like a little kitten," Nightowl teased, his voice warm and deep. "Are you hiding from us, cutie?"

Y/N’s cheeks flushed a soft pink, but they smiled up at him, leaning into the touch. “Not hiding. Just… enjoying the quiet.”

Quest chuckled softly, resting his head on top of Y/N’s and letting his fingers run gently through their hair. “Yeah, it’s rare that we get a moment like this,” he murmured, his voice full of affection. "I’m happy we’re all here."

Nightowl leaned back on the couch, his arm draped over Y/N’s shoulders as he took a sip of his vodka, savoring the burn before setting the glass down on the coffee table. He liked this moment—when the world outside felt distant, and it was just the three of them, wrapped up in the warmth of each other’s company.

“You two are my angels,” he said softly, his tone softer than usual. “You know that, right?”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at the words, their fingers lightly brushing against his arm. “And you’re ours,” they whispered back, their voice barely audible but full of sincerity.

Quest leaned down to press a kiss to the top of Y/N's head, letting the warmth of the moment wash over him. “You’re both my angels, too,” he murmured, voice thick with love. “My world.”

Nightowl snorted, but there was affection in the sound. “I think we’ve got a whole army of angels on this couch,” he teased, giving Quest a playful side-eye.

“Careful, or I'll start calling you ‘seraph’ from now on,” Quest grinned, his words light, but the affection in his eyes couldn’t be mistaken.

Y/N felt a burst of love for both of them. The teasing, the tenderness—it was all part of the beautiful, imperfect way they loved each other. The three of them made something so much bigger than what any one person could offer. They made home out of hearts.

Nightowl reached over and pulled Y/N closer, pressing a kiss to the crown of their head. “We’re lucky to have you,” he murmured, his usual teasing tone giving way to something softer, more vulnerable. “You’re both perfect.”

Y/N smiled softly, feeling their heart swell with warmth. “We’re lucky too,” they replied, their voice a little shy but brimming with love.

Quest chuckled, brushing his lips against Y/N’s forehead. “This is perfect,” he whispered, his words full of contentment. “Just us. No work. No worries. Just us.”

Nightowl’s hand found its way to Y/N’s knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. “And vodka,” he added with a wink.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh softly, nodding. “And vodka.”

The evening stretched on, filled with quiet moments of shared affection, gentle touches, and soft words exchanged in the quiet of their cozy apartment. Quest’s steady presence, Nightowl’s teasing affection, and Y/N’s shy yet deeply loving nature wove together like a beautiful, unbreakable thread. Each of them found comfort in the others, knowing that no matter how chaotic the world outside became, they would always have these moments—moments of peace, love, and belonging—together.

Eventually, the warmth of the moment began to lull them into a peaceful drowsiness. Nightowl stretched out lazily, settling back against the couch and pulling Y/N closer. Quest, with his usual quiet care, adjusted Y/N’s position so they were comfortably nestled between him and Nightowl. Y/N closed their eyes, letting the steady rhythm of their lovers' breathing lull them into a soft sleep.

And in that quiet cocoon of love, the world felt just right.

The soft sound of Y/N’s breathing matched the gentle rhythm of Quest and Nightowl’s, a harmonious trio nestled on the couch. Outside, the city continued its endless hum, but inside the apartment, time seemed to slow down. It was as if the three of them had created their own little pocket of peace, far away from the demands of work, the noise of the world, and the complexities of daily life.

Y/N’s head rested comfortably on Quest’s chest, the steady beat of his heart lulling them further into relaxation. His warmth spread through them like a blanket, grounding them in the present moment. Nightowl, sprawled beside them, let out a quiet sigh, the vodka’s effects making him a little more relaxed than usual. Despite his usual confident, teasing nature, tonight he seemed almost… content to simply exist in the quiet space they had created together.

"Y/N," Nightowl’s voice broke the silence, low and careful, as if he didn’t want to disturb the calm. "Can I have a little cuddle, too?"

Y/N blinked sleepily, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. The sight of him, sprawled out with his tousled hair and that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes, made their heart flutter. He was both their rock and their playful troublemaker, and they loved him for it.

“Of course,” they murmured, lifting their head from Quest’s chest just enough to shift closer to Nightowl. He instantly responded, wrapping his arms around them with that characteristic possessiveness, as though he wanted to make sure they knew they were his.

Quest smiled softly at the way Nightowl held Y/N. His own arm had never left their waist, but now, with Nightowl pulling them even closer, it felt as if the three of them were perfectly woven together in a way that could never be undone.

"You know, this is probably the most affectionate you’ve been in a while," Quest teased gently, his voice thick with sleep. He nuzzled Y/N’s hair, pressing a soft kiss against their scalp. "You’re usually too busy being the cool, vodka-drinking architect."

Nightowl smirked but didn’t let go of Y/N, his lips brushing the top of their head. "I can be cool and affectionate, you know," he grumbled, but the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. "You two are just too easy to spoil."

Y/N laughed softly, their face buried against Nightowl’s chest as they let themselves relax completely between the two men. It was almost impossible to imagine a better way to spend the evening—between their loving, playful partners, with no pressure, no demands. Just this. Just them.

"You spoil us all the time," Y/N murmured into Nightowl’s shirt, voice muffled but full of warmth. "And we love it."

Nightowl’s chest rumbled with laughter, and Quest shifted slightly, making sure Y/N had enough room to settle even deeper into his arms. His hand was still warm on their side, drawing small, soothing patterns along their back.

“Yeah, we do love it,” Quest agreed, his voice quieter now. “You spoil us just as much as we spoil you.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile, their heart swelling with affection. “You two are everything to me,” they whispered, barely audible but utterly sincere. “I don’t think I could ever ask for more.”

"Well, lucky for you, you're stuck with us," Nightowl teased, but his voice was softer now, the usual edge replaced by a fondness that made Y/N’s heart swell. "Because we’re not going anywhere."

Quest’s hand tightened around Y/N for a brief moment, a silent promise. "We’re not going anywhere," he echoed. "Not as long as you’ll have us."

Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed, the weight of their words settling deep into their soul. The affection in the room was almost tangible, wrapping them in a cocoon of love. No words were needed anymore. Everything they had, everything they were, was right here, in this perfect little bubble they had created together.

Nightowl let out a soft sigh, his arm tightening around Y/N and pulling them both even closer. "I think I could fall asleep right here," he murmured. “Don’t you think, Quest?”

Quest chuckled softly. "I’m already halfway there."

Y/N smiled faintly, their exhaustion creeping up on them, and nestled even deeper into Nightowl’s chest. The steady rhythm of both men’s breathing, the warmth of their bodies pressed together, created the perfect lullaby to send them off to sleep.

“I love you both,” they whispered, their voice barely a breath, but filled with all the emotion they had in their heart. “So much.”

Nightowl’s hand stroked their hair gently, the movement slow and comforting. “Love you too, cutie,” he murmured, his voice soft, as if he, too, was ready to drift into dreams.

Quest kissed the top of their head once more, his lips lingering longer than before. “Sleep well, angel,” he whispered, his voice thick with love and sleepiness.

And just like that, with the warmth of their love wrapping around them like a blanket, Y/N drifted into a peaceful slumber, the quiet sounds of their lovers’ affection humming softly in the background.

The night stretched on, filled with contentment, laughter, and the kind of love that could fill even the quietest of spaces. Together, they were home—safe, loved, and completely at peace in each other’s arms.

[pr3ttym3l]

cuddlebug (quest fanfic <3!)

Quest opened the front door, the soft click echoing through their cozy apartment. He sighed with relief, shedding the weight of the day as he slipped off his shoes. "Hey, love," he called out, his voice warm and inviting.

Y/N peeked out from the living room, a gentle smile spreading across their face. "Hi, Quest! How was your day?" They tucked a stray strand of hair behind their ear, their shyness evident but their eyes sparkling with affection.

"Long and a bit dull, but it’s all better now that I'm home," he said, moving towards them. Quest reached out, pulling Y/N into a warm embrace. They melted against him, feeling the tension of the day slip away.

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of their head. "You know what I missed today?" he murmured, pulling back just enough to look into their eyes. "You. And your lovely kisses."

Y/N's cheeks flushed, a shy smile creeping onto their lips. "I missed you too," they admitted softly, their heart fluttering.

Quest chuckled, his eyes twinkling with affection. "Well, how about we fix that?" He gently guided them to the couch, settling in with Y/N nestled against his side, their legs intertwined.

As they sank into the cushions, Quest wrapped his arms around them, pulling them close. "You know," he said playfully, "I think I’ll call you my cuddlebug today."

Y/N giggled softly, feeling a warmth spread through them. "And what does that make you?"

"My cuddle king, obviously," Quest replied, leaning in to plant a series of sweet kisses along Y/N's temple. Each one felt like a soft promise, a reminder of their love.

They let out a content sigh, snuggling deeper into Quest's embrace. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them wrapped up in their own little bubble.

"You make everything better," Y/N murmured, glancing up at him with adoration.

"And you make me the happiest," Quest replied, a tender smile lighting up his face. He leaned down to capture their lips in a soft kiss, savoring the sweetness of the moment.

Time seemed to stand still as they held each other close, sharing gentle kisses and soft laughter, both feeling grateful for the warmth of their love after a long day apart.

As they settled deeper into the couch, the soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light around them, creating a cozy atmosphere. Quest adjusted his hold, making sure Y/N was perfectly nestled against him. The rhythm of their breathing synced, a calm melody that filled the space between them.

“Do you want to talk about your day?” Y/N asked, their voice soft and inviting.

Quest sighed contentedly, playing with Y/N’s hair. “Not much to tell, really. Just the usual meetings and paperwork. But I kept thinking about you. I even daydreamed about our next weekend together.”

Y/N perked up, their interest piqued. “What do you want to do?”

He smiled, glancing down at them. “I was thinking we could have a movie marathon. Maybe make some popcorn and just relax. What do you think?”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “That sounds perfect! We could watch those movies we’ve been meaning to catch up on.”

“Exactly! And I’ll bring the blankets,” Quest replied, squeezing them tighter. “You know how much I love our movie nights.”

Y/N chuckled softly. “I love them too. Especially when we end up half asleep by the end.”

“Or when we argue over what to watch,” Quest teased, pretending to pout. “But I always let you win because I can’t resist those cute puppy eyes.”

Y/N laughed, their shyness fading as they playfully nudged him. “I can’t help it if I’m adorable!”

“You’re more than adorable; you’re my everything,” Quest said, his tone suddenly serious as he looked deeply into Y/N’s eyes.

Feeling their heart swell, Y/N leaned in closer. “You always know just what to say,” they murmured, a soft blush warming their cheeks.

Quest brushed a thumb across Y/N’s cheek, his gaze tender. “It’s easy when it’s true.” He lowered his lips to theirs, capturing them in a gentle kiss that seemed to linger in the air.

When they pulled apart, Y/N snuggled deeper into Quest’s side, a satisfied sigh escaping their lips. “I could stay like this forever,” they whispered.

“Me too,” Quest agreed, pressing another kiss to the top of Y/N’s head. “Just us, our little cuddle kingdom.”

They settled into a comfortable silence, the sounds of the outside world fading into a distant hum. Quest found himself absently tracing patterns on Y/N’s arm, each stroke a silent expression of his love.

“Hey, can I give you a nickname?” Y/N asked suddenly, their voice playful.

“Absolutely! What do you have in mind?” Quest replied, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“How about… my cuddle bear?” Y/N suggested, biting their lip to suppress a grin.

Quest burst into laughter, his heart soaring at the sweetness of it. “I love it! So, we’re both royalty in our cuddle kingdom now—my cuddle king and my cuddle bear!”

Y/N giggled, their heart racing with joy. “Exactly! We’re an unstoppable snuggling force!”

With that, they both settled back into their warm embrace, the laughter bubbling between them. As the evening wore on, they exchanged soft kisses, quiet jokes, and the comfort of knowing they were home together. The outside world could wait; right now, they had everything they needed in each other’s arms.