#he's also got iridescence going on...

[skunkes]

[suguann]

tags. fem!reader, boss/employee relationship, stupidly domestic, little wife kink in there somewhere, nanny reader, single dad gojo, breeding kink [18+ only]

You sometimes find yourself wistfully imagining having a family of your own—a soft and sweet little bundle to cuddle and someone strong and capable (competent) at your side. But you can’t think of the last time you’ve been on a date where that person had the same interest in something more serious than casually sleeping around. 

Nannying seemed like the natural conclusion, especially when you’re still settling in a new city and barely scraping by for rent and student loans for a degree you don’t use. 

You pick up a few jobs just to get a feel for it: parents going away for a honeymoon, a last-minute call-in, a weekend business trip. Then a friend of a friend says she makes enough to afford one of those picturesque apartments that overlook tall high-rises and iridescent lights, the very ones you’ve dog-eared in real-estate magazines.

All it takes are a few phone calls and an interview until you’re packing up your apartment and taking the freeway outside of the city to somewhere remote and expensive, your car looking almost out of place parked beside the shiny new one in the long driveway.

You rap on the front door before you lose your nerve, and a few moments later, it opens, and you’re unsure who looks more out of place: this man with a smile too big, dressed for work, immaculate suit dampened by the baby rag slung over his shoulder and what looks like drool on his crisp collar, or you in your scuffed shoes and second-hand store clothes, standing in front of the nicest house you’ve ever seen.

“The nanny?”

“Yes,” you mutter, licking your lips. “That’s me.”

“Good, Ren just woke up from his nap,” he says, opening the door a little wider with a creak. The darkness behind him is almost comforting.

You take a deep breath and pass over the threshold into his home.

The entire time, his hand stays on the small of your back to steer you toward the nursery, and a shiver threatens up the length of your spine.

Three months. That’s how long it takes before your employer poses a problem.

It’s not that he’s a terrible boss; in fact, he’s quite the opposite. He lets you take over one of the many spare rooms in his massive house, pays you double the regular rate, and gives you time off when you ask for it.

It also helps that Ren is cute, only a year old, and still so sweet and tiny. 

Perfect.

The problem lies in that you know what he sounds like first thing in the morning, that he knows how you like your coffee, that he helps you fold laundry in the living room while the baby naps, how you catch him staring anytime you hold his son—his expression shuttered, a foreign thing that you can’t read. It’s all so terribly domestic. 

Terrible in that you think it’s a horrible idea to develop a crush on your boss, that you can’t help but get flustered anytime he so much as looks your way, even if it’s fleeting. How a sleepy smile before he retires to his room for the night can turn your thoughts into a scattered, ill-defined mess of what they used to be until all that’s left are words like spun sugar melting on your tongue.

But also, it’s not normal, at least not from your experience. 

You were lucky in the past if your employer even wanted to know about their kid’s day. Barely saying hello once they walk through the front door before sending money to your bank account.

Satoru—because that’s what he asked you to call him one afternoon while you were in the middle of feeding Ren mashed banana, a lazy smile curling the edges of his lips after you say it for the first time—wants to know everything: what Ren ate, if he laughed, how your day was, if you finally got your hands on that book you’ve been meaning to buy. 

“You don’t have to ask about my day,” you tell him shyly, accepting the glass of wine he proffers you after spending the past hour trying to put a teething baby to bed. “To make me feel better, that is.”

“Would it be so bad if I said I want to? You live here, too.”

You try to separate the two: that he cares as your employer and not for any other reason, and how you sometimes catch the soft look in his eye whenever he looks at you could make you believe otherwise.

Cool fingers cup your chin gently, thumb caressing the top of your cheek, now close enough that you catch a few of the warm notes of his cologne, a move that’s probably very inappropriate between a boss and an employee.

“I never say anything I don’t mean.”

You swallow, nodding, slightly shaky, breath caught in your chest. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” He retreats to his office before witnessing how those two words knock the wind out of you.

He starts saying things like our shopping list, our car—because he gave you the keys to the SUV parked beside his car and hasn’t touched it since; for you and the baby, he said, plus it’s terrible on gas when I drive it to work—our house, our baby. You don’t think he means to do it; it's more of an easy slip in conversation.

But then, one morning, he’s rushing around the kitchen, hair still damp and smelling like his shampoo, as he grabs his coffee and briefcase from the counter, kissing Ren’s forehead first…and then yours.

You’re half convinced that you imagined it—that his lips hadn’t stayed there for a second longer than necessary—until he straightens his tie and heads out for the day with a ‘be good’ tossed over his shoulder, and you’re left wondering if he meant to say that to you or Ren.

It sets off a chain reaction of thoughts whirling away in your head, leaves you wanting and wondering—only ever allowing yourself to fantasize a little when the house is quiet and dark, the baby monitor humming on your nightstand, and images of your boss flit behind closed eyelids as you fit your hand underneath your soft sleep shorts.

In the morning, you worry he can tell what you did, his smile almost too sharp, too something—more teasing than what you’re used to—his hand resting on your lower back as he leans down to kiss Ren’s chubby cheek while you make breakfast.

“I have a meeting this afternoon, so I’ll be late. Want me to pick up some food on the way home?”

No, you think, there’s no way he knows.

You spend most of the morning cleaning and folding the array of graphic onesies Satoru has a penchant for dressing Ren in, and the later half walking around the pool because it’s warm and Ren enjoys splashing around in the water. It’s enough to tucker him out for bed early, unable to keep his eyes open while eating a plate of mashed potatoes.

It’s also the first time in weeks that you have the night to yourself, no baby keeping you busy, no Satoru to—well.

After a long shower, you step out of the bathroom, moving into the hallway. And there are many reasons why you felt confident walking the few steps it took to reach your bedroom. Most revolve around what Satoru told you that morning, so you don’t expect him to be standing there, shirtsleeves rolled up, piercing gaze sliding down the length of you wrapped in a towel and little else.

“I brought home those drunken noodles you like,” he says when his eyes focus back on your face, his whole expression softening into a smile.

A beat. “Thank you,” you whisper, unable to look away.

He tucks the wet strands of hair clinging to your cheek behind your ear. “Why don’t you get dressed, and I’ll join you downstairs?”

The noise in your brain goes static.

You’re unsure what causes it, but everything changes when he comes home early one afternoon and finds you and the baby napping in the nursery. He has this soft look on his face and something else you can’t decipher with his piercing blue eyes settled firmly on you.

Ren coos softly into your shoulder. 

When Satoru picks him up and settles him in the crib, then walks you to your room—here, let me help you—and when he hovers in your doorway, you let him in without question.

He doesn’t waste any time peeling off your clothes, eager to have you naked and splayed out underneath him. You cum on his tongue more times than you can count until you’re silently begging him to fuck you.

He laughs, large hands spread over your tummy. 

“Use your words, baby. I’m not a mind reader.”

You feel like you’re someone else watching you from somewhere else, another body rocking against the length of your boss’s cock, back arching every time you manage to find the friction you need. He’s hard against your back, thick in a way that makes you wonder if he did enough to stretch you out. 

“I-I want—”

All other thoughts are obliterated by the stretch and press of him against your cunt. 

“Think I’m going to keep you,” he rasps, lips dragging over your throat. “Keep this drippy little cunt spread open on my desk whenever I want while the baby naps. Would you like that? For me to fuck you full until you give me a baby.”

You clench, nerves shot.

“Gonna get all round with my baby, stay here forever,” he mumbles when he draws away, and you can’t tell if the words are meant for you to hear or slip out without him realizing. “Fuck—breed my little wife until it takes—”

Your eyes roll up, lost in the little promises he paints across your skin, body shivering over and over until you’re sobbing from it until he has to clamp a hand down over your mouth—shh, you’re going to wake the baby—going limp when he finally cums, pressing as deep as your body will allow, as if he can somehow imprint himself there. 

Wonders if maybe he’s been building up to this moment all along. 

It’s so easy to lay there after, blissed out while he litters kisses across your face and collarbones, letting him lift your hips up to slide a pillow underneath, even though the position is awkward when he tries to cuddle you afterward.

His fingers draw shapes on your stomach, giving you a wistful look, like he can’t believe he’s laying here with his cum still dripping between your thighs—no matter how many times he scoops it up and pushes it back inside you. “Do you think it’ll take?”

And you don’t have the heart to tell him about the little foil packet of pills tucked away in your nightstand.

[obeymeluv]

We Had a Baby! (For a Grade?) - PT 1 -Malleus

Putting a divide up and a notice that Malleus' part WILL reference what he looked like in his younger fae form. For those that have made it through book seven, you know. For those that haven't made it to book seven, well...maybe skip this part.

Also...I thought these would be on the shorter side and I'd fit in multiple people but I guess Malleus is special. I'll try to be shorter with the other parts to get more people in.

Finding "Mal" names were hard, man.

Note: in this piece, book seven hasn't happened so this is the first time that Silver and Sebek are seeing fae eggs.

I'm trying out a hybrid style for this because it would be waaaay too long if I just typed it all in story form. Some story, some bullet points.

Not proofread. Need to give my eyes a break. Will review it later.

Malleus

The idea seemed positively strange to the Dragon Prince--people of your world treating sustenance as children? That didn't seem very productive of society at all! How were you to thrive as a species? What would a bag of flour do for you when you fell ill in old age? How could a potato assist you if you could not eat it?

Professor Crewel was also intrigued with the idea, so much so that he made it into an assignment. The puzzling introduction of your society's fondness for turning food into family quickly became a monologue on culturing fortitude, overcoming challenges, and assuring the class that this assignment met the 'general life skills' criteria expected of NRC and their excellent mages.

Crewel wouldn't admit it for anything less than a foolproof spell that could make Crowley competent, but he, Trein, and Vargas had bets on what the children would look like. They also had their preferred parents, of course. Given that he was the instructor of the class, he could pick as he pleased.

And he would. And he did.

He was very intrigued with the idea of fae offspring, as he had encountered (and rescued) only smaller species over the course of his potion-making career. Malleus was of impressive size and rare lineage so what would a baby version of him look like?

Like the rest of the class, Crewel was silent and stunned when the two of you stepped out of the summoning circle to see five shiny, pebbly eggs. The eggs were quite large and they had an iridescent sheen to them that could almost pass for a trick of the light. Upon closer inspection, the eggs had almost a geometric, scale-like pattern to them. Some spots thinner than others, giving a suggestion of something curled up inside.

Something warm and joyous roared in Malleus. A jolt of...something...struck deep at his core and all his nerves sang at once. Was this the parental instinct? He felt his eyesight sharpen, honing in on his clutch. His pointed ears flexed, somehow taking in the myriad of sounds around him to the point where he could tell Epel's nose was stuffed and Trey had a dry throat. Magic radiated off of him, sensed but unseen as it seeped into various objects around the room and things began to jump and float.

You picked up the nearest egg and he found it positively endearing. It was nearly as big as your torso! "We got eggs?" you were absolutely confused and held it out to him as if he could explain.

"Indeed! A fine bunch!" Malleus scooped up the other four and excused himself. The specks of green magic had just died when he returned with a basket woven from black briars. Humming and glittering with magic, Malleus gestured for you to put your egg in the vacant spot. The briar vines were alive, curling carefully around the other eggs--thorns facing out--and acting as individual holders.

Something in you said no and you weren't sure why. You just...didn't want to let it go. The egg seemed to pulse against you. "No," you shook your head as Malleus re-wove the briar vines to wrap around his body like some sort of vest, "my egg."

He let out a peal of laughter, head tilted back. Fae were nothing if not protective of their young. Dragon fae were a league above. Perhaps the eggs had cast an enchantment on their magicless parent? Or were his tendencies rubbing off on you? Either way, it was precious.

He'd want nothing less out of his partner.

Anything Crewel said was lost on Malleus, the future king looking over his shelled children as if they were the most precious jewels. His attention was recaptured by the sight of Deuce helping wrestle the assignment binder into your bag. Realizing this was the class that didn't have Lilia, Sebek, or Silver, he requested the class NOT breathe a word to the other Diasomnia students.

It was meant as a request but it came off as more of a decree. A command.

He wanted to give Lilia a proper scare. It was only fair, given his constant nagging and fretting over eggs. The old bat was more than due for a good startle.

"Come, Child of Man!"

You were surprised Malleus wanted to walk to Diasomnia instead of teleport. He explained that dragon eggs were nurtured by the same things that created them--magic and love. The basket was steadily infusing the eggs with his magic, strengthening the children aiding in proper growth. Teleporting may startle them and bursts of magic weren't really suitable for egg development. "So, wait, you love me?"

Your smile was teasing but no less beautiful to him. "Of course," he said with an honesty and ease that hinted at his sheltered upbringing, almost bewildered that you couldn't understand that yourself. "Ceaselessly. That's why Lilia separates us. It would be far too easy to make eggs. Advantageous, though. You can never have enough dragon fae!"

All you could do was blush. Malleus was quite happy with himself. The eggs wiggled and clattered softly against each other, their version of bouncing with delight. You were quite a fertile partner! It was rare enough to sire one egg every few hundred years but you had five!

If you became fae, how many clutches would you have? Malleus wanted a big family, personally. Perhaps one day a Draconia would rule each dorm at NRC! He at least wanted enough that no one felt sick trying to eat a birthday cake.

Malleus flung the door to Diasomnia open with enough force that it ricocheted off the stone, unable to control his strength in his excitement. "Behold, I have sired!"

Sebek was the only noticeable victim, midway through a sip of tea. He practically sucked the cup dry and began to choke. He didn't know whether to lean between his legs and let things drain or throw himself over the back of the couch and clear his throat. Lilia dropped his cup and saucer, tea spilling onto the couch and cup splintering on the floor as he took to beating Sebek on the back. The poor boy was basically being ground into the stone.

You wondered if Lilia looked terrified at the idea of Sebek choking or the sight of the eggs in the basket. His hair was more pointed than usual, seeming to float in distress. Silver had been jostled awake but couldn't quite understand what he was looking at.

These three didn't have potions until later on in the week so Malleus spoiled the lesson for them. Poor Lilia still looked like he wanted to have a heart attack. "We should tell Queen Maleficia."

"Perhaps when they hatch," Malleus was already looking for things to make a nest. It was imperative that his children were comfortable and guarded. You as well! He actually had the brilliant idea to build the nest with you at the center so the children could feel the love you emitted. Yes, you may be a different species and there would be many things to discuss about handling fae but he had no doubts of your capacity to love them.

Your nest was finished off with a fine, fluffy blanket that was surprisingly warm. Far warmer than it looked. "It is made of dragon scale," Malleus explained as he fanned it out over you and the clutch until he was satisfied, "we dragons can repurpose our shedding into things with magical properties."

"These blankets are usually familial gifts," Lilia added as he swept up the pieces of his broken cup. "They're handy for fighting the hibernation instincts when the colder months come."

"What if it's too warm for the kids?"

To hear you say the word 'kids' sent his stomach curling and churning in a way that left him oblivious to your worries. He's surprised a sixth egg didn't spawn, honestly.

What if they couldn't handle the heat as well since you were human? Wouldn't it, like, cook them?

"Fear not, my child of man. Draconias require heat, as we are a fire-breathing variant of dragon fae. They will be fine."

You hummed interestedly and resigned yourself to laying there for a while. It was weird to feel the eggs wiggling and pulsing around you. When you slipped out to grab your binder and see just what this assignment entailed, you were delighted to find Malleus almost stubbornly sticking himself under the blanket. It was for a constant infusion of magic, he said, but you were sure he just didn't want to leave the children alone. He looked obscenely happy to be around the eggs, squishing his lanky form down to touch all five.

The assignment was pretty basic---watch the kid (or kids) for a week and fill out some pages on height, weight, favorite activities, foods, and have them work on a few worksheets so Crewel could review their cognitive development. There were even spots to put handprints and footprints!

"How long do dragon fae even take to hatch?" you asked as you flipped through the assignment. "What if they're not hatched in a week?"

"It's an advanced spell so I'm sure the incubation process will be sped up, too." Lilia rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "But dragons hatch at different rates. There's a lot of factors involved."

"Which is why you should come back to the nest. Maybe they'll hatch faster if we're together." Malleus peeled back a corner of the blanket for you, eggs already clustered in his lap. You humored him, sliding back in and taking two of the eggs. The blanket was pooled around you now, eggs on full display. Silver and Sebek hovered at the edge of the nest, wanting to touch the eggs but a little hesitant.

"Only a little," Malleus cautioned them, his eyes bright. "I don't know if they would funnel your magic."

"Nonsense, my boy," Lilia returned with a thick book and tapped it on Malleus' head gently. "I held you plenty and I was fine. The eggs need to be exposed to all kinds." his clever ploy of handing Malleus a book of names in exchange for an egg almost cost him an arm.

"Instinct," Malleus apologized, letting go. His cheeks were tinged with pink.

"Likewise," Lilia gave him a cheeky smile, egg now cradled to his chest. He held it with both hands and bounced it a little. "This one might be a boy. Feels as heavy as you did!"

The book fell open to the 'M' section and you found it a bit curious. It was even weirder when you realized it fell open to MAL as if this section had been searched for a thousand times. "We Draconia have a tradition with our names," Malleus explained, pointing to his. "As followed by my mother," he pointed to 'Maleanor', "and her mother before her," he pointed to 'Maleficia'.

Thus began a discussion of names. Sebek and Silver were more than happy to give their input. They were quite handy in making sure the names weren't TOO weird. After hearing some of the ones that came out of Lilia's mouth, you could tell Silver was happy to get off with such a simple name. "I was actually thinking of renaming you at one point, you know," Lilia looked at the silver-haired boy, "too many people thought your name was too close to 'iron'. They thought you'd be unlucky."

"I like my name." Silver mumbled quietly.

After what felt like hours, you settled on five names: Malachite, Malum, Mallar, Malchus, and Malric. Lilia had picked up all the eggs and was convinced they were boys. You weren't sure how fae could judge gender from an egg, but he'd been around a lot longer than you. Malleus was so engrossed in the name exchange that he hadn't noticed Lilia sneaking the eggs off his lap to give them to Silver and Sebek. The sight of everyone holding an egg was sweet, you thought.

And realistic. If Malleus ever did have children, Silver, Sebek, and Lilia would be crucial in their lives.

The egg in your lap began to rattle. A deep crack formed at the top. Malleus quickly put it next to his. Three eggs hemmed the two. Hatchings usually happened together, you supposed, because the cracking of the first egg seemed to cause small cracks in the one next to it.

These little eggs were practically hatching in your lap and you were too scared, to in awe, to move them. You saw glimpses of wet scales, tiny horns, little claws, and maybe a tail before they started climbing out of the eggs. It was a very slimy affair. "A double! OH SEVENS, A DOUBLE!" Lilia practically inhaled a piece of eggshell when two little dragons climbed out of one egg. Malleus separated them gently, holding one each by their tender little bellies. He cooed at them.

"This one smells different," Malleus narrowed his eyes at the one in his right hand. Lilia gave it a cautious sniff.

"It's a girl!" Lilia, Sebek, and Malleus gave the others another smell in case the missed the gender. End result: five boys, one girl. 'Malin' was a maybe name that became a real one. Lilia ran off to tell Maleficia--somehow? You weren't sure how. Couldn't imagine a Queen having a cell phone--while the four of you started trying to get...claw prints...for the assignment.

Human babies, you had an idea of. Fussy when hungry, wet, and practically anything else but dragon babies were on a different level! You felt like you were wrestling a big cat! They were on the playful side, thankfully, but touching their claws and tiny pads earned gummy nips and a lot of writhing.

Silver was having the easiest time, somehow. Sebek had already been tail-slapped and gummed. A second dragon was climbing up his back and pawing at his hair. You had huffy, smoky protests and some scratches from the one in front of you; the other was currently chewing on your shirt and pulling at it. Malleus was locked in the growl version of a 'yes-no' as his dragon baby rolled every which way but onto the paper correctly.

This was going to be a long week.

Your week consisted of:

Trying to find a way to differentiate them. You tried painting their claws a certain color but that went as well as trying to get a print for the assignment. Tying cute little bandannas and things around their necks just caused a bunch of shredded mess to be cleaned up. You finally learned to tell them apart by the slight color difference in their bellies

Malric and Malin getting into fights consistently, tangling themselves into a big ball of scales and snarling and nipping at each other. The other three were usually a casualty. Malachite figured out he could separate them by flopping on top of them when they rolled by.

Malum was a biter and Mallar was a head-butter. When the twins turned on Malachite (as they often would), Mallar would come out of nowhere to headbutt Malric. You don't know how Malin escaped practically unscathed when she was literally half the problem. Malchus was your 'they're doing it again!' alarm child.

Lots of baby dragon ambushes. You're only holding ONE of them? HOW DARE YOU! You will soon find yourself besieged by baby dragons as they crawl over each other to cuddle and get attention. It doesn't matter what you were doing or holding before the onslaught.

Finding random piles of equally random things. Malleus says they're trying to build their hoard. Random 'hoards' you've found include: socks, silverware, pens, pencils, buttons, and several Diasomnia hats.

They learn to blow smoke at each other when they have their dragon arguments and it's not uncommon for windows to be opened to air Diasomnia out. Malleus is highly amused.

Zoomies at night. Because they're dragon fae, they're nocturnal and they don't understand you need to sleep. They usually sleep in a supervised pile in Malleus' room but will cause an UNGODLY amount of noise if they're not entertained.

They have cuddle piles when they sleep. Silver is main cuddle pillow. He's practically smothered by baby dragons but they all make these tiny, happy chirps when they nap with him. Sebek tried to wake Silver up and got three clouds of smoke blown at him all at once.

Taking them to NRC on Day 1 was a terrible, terrible idea. They were after anything that wasn't nailed down (for the hoard), wanted to climb everything, and would randomly squirm out of your arms to follow the students if something interested them. Idia about pissed himself when he noticed one had followed him to flying class.

Making it through a day of classes was almost impossible. Lilia, Sebek, and Malleus were constantly texting each other to do a kid count after Idia brought Malachite back. You didn't even know that Mallar had disappeared (you had Malin and Malum) until you heard about Sebek interrupting one of Cater's lives to snatch the baby dragon from him! After nearly giving Trein a heart attack and politely rescuing Lucius from Malin, the teachers agreed to make all of your assignments 'take home' until the kids were more...controllable.

You want to try socializing them again on Day 2 but Lilia insists they're still too feral and he doesn't want a repeat of Day 1. He has found immense joy in the laser light Idia gave him. It keeps him AND the kids occupied!

You and Malleus are doing constant kid counts. More than once you've only found five instead of six and Lilia is usually the culprit. Malchus is the number one victim.

They get their human form on day 3. You're not too hurt that they look like copies of Malleus. It's a spell and he's the one that has magic. He argues that some of the kids have your eye color, though. Malum has your hair color.

After Day 3, things get considerably easier. Feeding them is no longer a thing where you might have to write your will in advance. They're more open to trying things and quit trying to eat off of each other's plates like they'll never see food again. You think you see some sharing!

They speak in small sentences and prefer to point to things they want. Their favorite thing to do is to hang off of someone's shoulders (usually Malleus) and just guide them to what they want.

Malric likes spicy food, Malin prefers salty things, Malum is your unexpected sweets kid, Malchus devours all things citrus and sour, Malachite will eat a whole loaf of bread if you don't watch him, and Mallar is the pickiest eater.

Malum is your gentle cuddlebug

Mallar has physically fought Lilia over dinner because he didn't want to eat what Lilia cooked. He was the first one to breathe fire and almost burned Lilia's nose.

You measured the children for the assignment and was surprised to see that Malum was tallest. He spent so much time cuddled up to you that you didn't notice. Malachite is second-tallest, Malric just after him, with Malin and Mallar being tied for shortest.

Silver takes them on a walk through the woods every afternoon. He makes everyone hold hands. Malleus isn't far behind and usually steals one to ride on his shoulders.

Despite how loud he is, none of the kids really listen to Sebek. Malleus and Lilia make them listen. Malachite is the first to leave room when Sebek gets loud. Malin is most likely to comfort him and make an effort. She coaches him, to your surprise ("People would like you more if you weren't so loud.")

Lilia invites Baur over to see the children because he just has to brag. Something about the intimidating crocodile fae sends Mallar into a hissing, gouging mood and Baur is most amused. He play wrestles with them (as much as a stern-faced ex warrior plays) and thinks they'll make fine fighters one day.

Malin accidentally scratched a scale off of him and got a little worried. Baur and Lilia were in shock. "A fine princess! You'll take after your grandma one day!" Lilia smiled.

Day 4 is a visit from Queen Maleficia herself and you don't know what to think. The kids have all huddled around you--protecting you--as they assess this new dragon. You expected her to be much harsher, getting the anti-human warnings and all, but she's nicer than anticipated. The most she said to you was 'Impressive clutch size' but that counted, right?

Malchus, your favorite kitchen helper, caught what he thought was a look from her. One aimed at you. He looks her dead in her face and says, 'If you don't like them, I won't love you for a thousand years."

She laughed so hard you didn't know what to think. Neither did Lilia.

Queen Maleficia brought them little trinkets and snacks from Briar Valley. Their favorite thing was a back-scratcher. They sat at her feet for hours, just letting that rough weird brush go over them. The dragon vocals were in full swing and she answered them in dragon speak. She was impressed with how they helped Lilia set the table and had a good laugh at Mallar saying, "If you don't let Lilia cook I will love you for a thousand years."

It was an unexpected visit but it couldn't have gone too badly because there was no lightning involved (according to Lilia).

Day 5 saw you trying to integrate the kids into NRC. It went much smoother this time but there were still disappearances. And favorites.

Malin seemed to like hanging out with Jack and Trey the most and got in trouble more than once for trying to pick pieces of fur off of Crewel's coat.

Mallar liked Cater and Kalim; Mallar was actually one of the more outgoing kids.

Malchus found company with Epel and Jamil. He'd go on and on about how Epel talked funny and Jamil made the most delicious food ever.

Malachite thought Idia's hair was cool and wanted to know what all of his 'strange stuff' did. That discussion led to Rook butting in and saying how cool Science Club was, so Malachite ended up following Rook around to learn things after Idia's people battery was drained.

Malric was heavily influenced by Ace; the two had gotten in trouble for letting the flamingos out but he didn't care because he got to ride one. He promptly stole Riddle's tiny crown while the redhead attempted to lecture him and only gave it back after Malleus literally dragged him to the throne room of Heartslabyul and held him up by the back of his shirt like a sad puppy.

Malum liked to stick with Silver but was encouraged to get to know Riddle while learning to ride horses. The young dragon was impressed by what Riddle knew and asked him a million questions. Riddle suggested he get to know Azul, but Malum quickly decided that friendship was not for him. Azul smelled funny and he had an overwhelming urge to bite him. In the end, his favorite person on campus was Lucius (even though that doesn't count).

They wrote down who they hung out with, what they liked, and what they did for Crewel before taking their assessments.

The end of the assignment saw you and Malleus with an A; the kids were healthy and strong. Their assessments were all above average but Crewel could see that only Malachite and Malum actually tried. Malric did it because he was nagged, Malchus was told he'd sit there for however long it took (no interest whatsoever), and Malin did it with such disdain her papers were actually singed.

Before the kids disappeared, you were presented with a bunch of scales and shedding. It was heartwarming. Lilia did say the sheddings were familial, after all.

They disappeared in a puff of smoke and you let everything settle. You survived five days with dragons! That was impressive! As if he could read your mind, Malleus said, "Grandmother was impressed, too. She looks forward to her great-grandchildren coming around again."

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Tomorrow: Andrew 'Pope' Cody x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @fadeinsol

Companion piece to:

Crazy (NSFW) - Pope's always been crazy but now he's also a man in love.

On Pope’s first birthday out of Folsom, he wants one thing and one thing only.

A quiet night with you.

Good food, a bottle of wine and twelve uninterrupted hours tangled up in your sheets.

What he gets instead is a paintball gun to the back, a sky driving exercise that’s dysfunctional even by his standards and the most fucking awkward cake blowing debacle in the universe. All of that is topped off with a trip to the strip club, one with a private dance he really does not fucking want.

By the time he gets to your place he’s wound up, agitated and a little drunk from the shots he’s been throwing down his neck trying to drown out his asshole family. He’s already feeling shitty when he steps over the threshold but it gets worse when he sees the burnt out candle on the kitchen table, the two vacant place settings and the half-drunk bottle of wine.

“Fuck.” He mutters, his eyes stinging.

You’ve made a real effort tonight, he can tell from the scent of carbonara that infiltrates his nostrils, the decadent red velvet cupcakes you picked up from his favourite bakery before Folsom. He’d meant to call the first chance he got, but that chance, it never came because there was always one of those assholes dogging his footsteps, clasping his shoulder, telling him to buck up and have good time.

He can tell you’re not in the house as he lingers in the kitchen. The backdoor that leads to the beach is ajar. When he steps out onto the decking, the fairy lights he helped hook up twinkle back at him, creating an iridescent glow in the darkness as the sound of the sea crashing against the shore echoes in his ears.

He finds you curled up asleep on the porch swing, the book you were reading tucked underneath your head.

Waiting up for him, he thinks. The wine though, it always knocks you right out.

You’re wearing denim cut offs, and the khaki coloured shirt you bought him when he first got out of Folsom because you wanted him to have something that was his, something untainted by his time in prison. It was such a small gift, but it had meant the goddamn world to him.

You look so peaceful in that moment, so untroubled by the world. In comparison he’s  fucked up, fraught, devastated because his family, they’re destroying him without even knowing it.

“I’m sorry baby.” He whispers, his fingertips brushing a stray strand of hair back behind your ear. “I’m messing this up and I don’t want that, I don’t want…”

To lose you, for the only good thing in his life to go up in flames.

He shivers from the chill in the nighttime air before he scoops you up into his arms, carrying you back inside the house. You mumble in your sleep, snuggling closer into his chest and that simple action is enough to make him feel whole again because it means that you still want him, that you still trust him.

He’s gentle putting you to bed, helping you out of your shorts before he tucks the quilt around you. You settle into the middle of the mattress, your face pressing into his pillow with a discontented sigh. You hadn’t slept well the entire time he was in Folsom. You’d always hated the fact his side of the bed was empty.

He strips off his clothes down to his boxers before climbing in alongside of you. Your legs entwine with his as you nestle into the shelter of his body, your lips lightly brushing over the scar above his heart, the one where another con almost killed him.

“Tomorrow, we’ll have a do over.” He promises you, his hand smoothing over your hair. “Tomorrow it’ll just be me and you, just the way it was supposed to be.”

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My demons' periods cycles. By Mc

Note: these are purely my headcanons at the moment, they are based on animal ethology and behaviours that I think would suit each character depending on their personality and Lore. I would love to read your headcanon in case you have them.

Warning: Long text. Possible grammatical errors. It's written as if Mc was writing for themself.

Hey, it me Mc, the best human. Here is a compilation of the behaviours of my demons during their periods, cycles, for practical day to day use. It wasn't easy but I sat them down and got to talk to them, with a little effort I now know what they need. So now I am ready to assist them during these complicated times and be prepared in case I find a dead goat on the porch as a tribute.

Lucifer, Mammon & Levi || Satan, Asmo, & Beel || Belphie, Barbatos & Diavolo || Simeon & Raphael

Lucifer

Light does not bother him, but he rarely sleeps during its periods.

During his cycle his wings are filled with new feathers, to make them more noticeable and showy, many are small and iridescent.

His horns are also covered with iridescent scales.

He's constantly preening his wings, and they are always stretched to their fullest extent (Be prepared to be plucking feathers off your head for months)

The more feathers the better health (The stress of everyday life affects his plumage at this time so if at any time you see it scarce don't tell him :()

Unlike what you might think his nest is not in his bedroom but in secret rooms in the HOL.

Peacocks build their nests by making holes in the floor, Lucifer simulates that feeling by making a nest with high walls (good luck trying to get in and out) .

During his cycle he becomes very territorial and protective over his chicks (his siblings) and his mate (Interestingly Satan has woken up in the nest the most times over time, followed by Belphie)

He doesn't go outside his territory (the house), he feels a strong need to protect the fort (so all RAD paperwork falls on this sheep) .

Lucifer has a pre-heat period which is when he starts to grow new feathers, he eats a lot more and stores some food.

During the cycle he hardly eats, for that he has been accumulating energy ( you have to insist and feed him yourself so that he doesn't end up weakened after the cycle) .

He can talk normally, although when someone outside his family approaches a guttural sound comes out of his throat as a warning.

He produces very strong pheromones, but does not mark with them because there is no need (No one will dare steal what belongs to him)

Although physical contact soothes him, don't rub him if you don't see him relax, especially his wings. Let him initiate the contact.

He's always on guard since he does not sleep. But don't want that his brothers see him in his period.

His main way of courtship is to show off, so to get him to let you live, flatter him, tell him how beautiful his wings are or how majestic he is.

It's funny because sometimes he'll expect you to court him back (I don't have wings Luci, I can't do it) .

His senses are uniformly heightened. Nothing gets out of his control. (Good luck going to the toilet)

His body temperature rises (prepare light clothing, more than for him for you, you're going to need it)

Does he purr? Yes, although it's more like the sounds certain birds make before they sing. It is difficult to hear >:(.

During the cycle his anxiety is accentuated.

Normally demons end up exhausted after their cycle, but because he is so proud he doesn't let you take care of him, and he ends up much worse off.

Mc: So the nest is important?

Lucifer: Very important, yes.

Mc: Essential?

Lucifer: Yes

Mc: … *thoughtful* Are you going to let me leave the house?

Lucifer: No.

Mc: And from your nest?

Lucifer: No.

Mc: …. Let's buy cervical pillows then

Lucifer: *grinning*

Mc: So if I forced you, will you eat?

Lucifer: I think it's possible.

Mc: *grinning * And how do I do it with a spoon or mouth to mouth like the chicks?

Lucifer: *blushing * You… don't make me regret having told you all this

Mc: *half asleep* Everyone is sleeping.

Lucifer: *watching them in the dark with his eyes shining*

Mc: Everything is in order *trying to climb the nest*

Lucifer: *picking them up and lifting them to the nest* … *purring*

Mc: Now, now, let's try to sleep…*still half asleep* you are warm.

Lucifer: *covering them with his wings* Rests Mc.

Mammon

He can stand the light but doesn't like it, during these periods he has a reduced sleep schedule.

During his period he feathers, these feathers help him to be more aerodynamic.

He needs to groom them but as he normally doesn't have that many he is terrible at it (So be prepared to give him a hand) .

He nests, but like crows he does it high up, (make sure you prepare a hanging platform on the second floor of his room or he will end up nesting on the roof) .

Unlike Lucifer, he goes out almost every day, looking for small prey or presents. And don't care if his brothers see him in his period.

During his cycle his obsession for shiny things is accentuated, they don't have to be valuable, just shiny: stones, crystals, metals, floors or polished surfaces (thanks for the idea)…

He is a collector and will bring these objects to the nest.

Mammon is not overly territorial, he doesn't expect his parnert to be in the nest for 24 hours either, but when he comes back from his outings please be there or he will panic. Last time the house almost burned down.

He produces pheromones, and he will only use it on his mate.

He does not have a pre-heat, but you can identify that he's approaching his period by her lack of attention (more than usual).

Mammon eats throughout his cycle, more than usual, mostly meat, but also certain grains and seeds that his relatives collect for him.

He will want to feed you and you will want to feed him. You can't get away from that, you just can't.

His pupils dilate and constrict in an exaggerated manners. And his eyes shine in dark.

Although he talks, he prefers to communicate by squawking and growling.

However, when he is affectionate mood mainly with taps and caresses.

During the cycle he becomes very needy of physical touch, at sleeping, eating and grooming times he must always be skin to skin. Stroke him between the wings or plumage and he will start to purr.

He is happy for you to initiate contact, he doesn't mind if you do it whenever you want.

He sleeps curled up on his companion.

Does he purr? Yes, like his brother it's a similar sound to certain birds, but it's easy to make him purr (pretty much whenever you pay attention to him)

And you always have to pay attention to him.

His form of courtship is to bring you gifts, where did you get coins, pretty stones, luminescent flowers … you can not refuse these gifts or he'll cry (however give a stone or a coin and will not leave the nest in hours, he will think that you have reciprocated the courtship and will be happy)

His senses are sharpened especially his hearing and sight, he can see for miles, there is no threat that escapes him, that is why he is able to leave the territory so much.

He is more honest than usual, if he wants you to hug him he will tell you straight out.

Mammon: *trying that mc eat a leg of an unidentified animal*

Mc: No- NO!, youuuu stay baaaack

Mammon: *grunt*

Mc: *giving him part of their bread * take it

Mammon: *with pupils dilate* Oh *happy bird noises*

Mc: *holding back laughter*

Mammon: Farther to the left

Mc: Here?

Mammon: *stretching his wings higher*

Mc: Here?

Mammon: *purrs*

Mc: How the hell did you preen your feathers before?

Mammon: *curled next to Mc holding tightly a monopoly coin*

Mc: *smiling while stroking his feathers*

Mammon: Love you...

Mc: So your period makes you soft…I wish you were always as honest.

Levi

Nocturnal, light bothers him and can hurt his eyes.

During his period he sleeps more than usual (although he should sleep more often).

His scales cover his whole body and become more colorful. And his horns grow new branches.

He does not need as much grooming as other types of demons, but he needs constant humidity.

During his period the bathtub in his bedroom is full, but sometimes a humidifier is enough.

However during the final part of his period he needs to be totally submerged (so be prepared to go diving)

During this phase Lucifer puts a spell on him to track him. Because his envy can lead him to hide in the deepest pit of the ocean.

Some snakes nest, but most do not, so Levi's safe place during his period is under a pile of blankets, thin cloths and other things (like a burrow).

Since Levi is Levi, you have to make sure to give him wet towels every so often to moisten his body.

Levi is very territorial but he is more elusive and prefers to hide, his insecurity increases and there is no way to get him out of his burrow ( make sure he hydrates because it wouldn't be the first time he gets sick)

He doesn't eat much during his cycle, and if he does it has to be raw, but he has poor hunting skills, guess whose turn it is to take care of this?

Although the final phase of the period (Underwater) Lotan often takes care of finding nutritious prey for him.

When sleeping he wraps his tail around your body, first because you are a source of warmth and second because you are you.

Levi becomes partially non-verbal, he uses a lot of hisses and grunts. After two days they can be easily identified.

He likes physical contact, but he is the one who has to initiate it. (Touch him without his permission and be prepared to search for him in the depths of the Devildom water bodies).

Levi's courtship occurs underwater.

First he shows off, where all his scales glow many colors, this is indicative of health (as Levi does not have a very healthy diet or routine, his color could be better, but we won't tell him that)

And in the second instance it gives a single stone of sea crystals.

The sense that develops the most is the sense of touch and hearing. His skin becomes super sensitive so he can only wear certain types of clothing. And excessive friction hurts him.

His body temperature decreases a lot, more and more as the period progresses because he can not thermoregulate ( that's why he needs to be submerged and that's why you will wake up underwater)

Does Levi purr? Of course, when you talk to him or when he is embarrassed.

After his cycle he will need several days to look you in the eye again.

Levi: *sad hiss*

Mc: I'm telling you that your scales are very pretty.

Levi: *self-deprecating hiss*

Mc: No, I'm not just saying this... but if it really makes you feel bad, starting tomorrow you're going to eat more protein.

Levi: *hiss of indignation* >:0

Mc: Levi, I bring you the food!! Levi?

Mc: *looking for him in the burrow* Levi?

Levi: *poking his head over the bath water*

Mc: There you are… Ah! The humidifier has turned off!!

Levi: *grabbing their sleeve*

Mc: *sighing* we have to be more attentive…. *getting into the bathtub* but now you have to eat.

Underwater

Mc: Who had said that automating a spell would save my life.

Levi: *snuggled next to them with his tail wrapped around their body*

Mc: Are you confortable Levi?

Levi: *nodding*

Mc: Good, love u.

If you have made it this far, thank you very much 🩷

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WAHHHHHH I LOVE YOUR WORK SO SOSOSOSOSSOSOSOSOSS MUCHHHHH (esp mafioso and 007n7)

HEHEHE WHAT ABOUT....*drum rolls* 1x1x1x1 smut? Reader has an ability where they can phase through walls which made it harder for 1x to chase them, in the end 1x got pissed then y'know.... Hehehehehe (BTW THEY ARE ALREADY TOGETHER, READER LOVES ANNOYING 1X)

YIPPPPPEEEE!!

ALSO SMALL NOTE!

NOTE : 1x1x1x1 is gender fluid in Forsaken , so every ONESHOT , 1x1x1x1's pronouns will change!!

Current one chosen for this oneshot! : He/him

WARNING : kinks used : humiliation, degradation, thigh job!

TITLE : half in , half out

1x1x1x1 stalked down the hallway, his heart pounding with frustration and pent-up arousal. That damnable ability of yours, allowing you to phase through walls with such ease, made it nearly impossible for him to catch you.

Each time he thought he had you cornered, you'd slip through the barrier, leaving him grasping at empty air.

He could hear your soft footsteps, the rustle of your clothes, always just out of his reach. It was maddening, being toyed with in such a way.

1x1x1x1's cock ached in his pants, straining against the confines of his clothing as he chased after you, his breathing growing heavier with each passing second.

Just as he was about to round a corner, he caught sight of you. Or rather, he caught sight of a tantalizing portion of you.

There you were, your ass and legs on full display, your upper body vanished into the wall like some sort of cruel illusion.

1x1x1x1 skidded to a halt, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of you, half-in and half-out of the wall.

A low, feral growl rumbled in his throat as he approached, his gaze locked onto the hypnotic sway of your ass as you deliberately shook it back and forth.

"You fucking tease," 1x1x1x1 snarled, closing the distance between you in a few long strides.

Before you could react, he had his hands on your ass, gripping the plush cheeks tightly as he yanked you back towards him.

Your gasp of surprise turned into a choked moan as he ground his rock-hard erection against your ass, the thick ridge of his budge sliding between your cheeks as he ruttted against you like a beast in heat.

"Fuck, you feel that, don't you?" 1x1x1x1 panted, his breath hot against your ear as he continued to molest your ass. "Feel how hard you've made me, you slut? I'm going to ruin you now."

His words were punctuated by the sound of his zipper being yanked down, the metallic rasp echoing obscenely in the empty hallway.

A moment later, the thick, green 1x1x1x1's massive, slimy green tentacle burst forth from the confines of his pants, slapping against the curve of your ass with a lewd, fleshy smack.

It pulsed, the slick, iridescent flesh glistening.

Before you could react, 1x1x1x1 had his hands on your thighs, gripping them tightly as he forced your legs apart.

Your pants stretched taut over your legs, the fabric straining against your skin as he spread you wide open.

Your thighs trembled and quaked under his bruising grip as he dragged the tip of his tentacle up the inside of your thigh, the slick flesh leaving a trail of shimmering, emerald slime in its wake.

It paused at the apex of your legs, the tapered point pressing insistently against your crotch. (You have no gender in this , so whatever you have down there)

A choked gasp tore from your throat, your hips jerking involuntarily as the tentacle rubbed and circled your most sensitive area.

1x1x1x1 chuckled darkly, a sinister sound that sent shivers down your spine. "That's it, moan for me, you needy little whore. Let me hear what a desperate slut you are."

His hips rolled forward, grinding the thick length of his tentacle against your crotch in rough, demanding strokes , using your thighs like a make shift fleshlight.

The slick flesh pulsed and throbbed, the tip flaring wider and narrower as it rubbed tight circles.

It didn't take long before 1x1x1x1 found his release, his tentacle jerking and spasming against your pants.

A flood of thick, slimy cum erupted from the tip, painting your pants with streaks of glowing, emerald green.

The hot, sticky fluid soaked through the fabric, plastering it to your skin and leaving you dripping with his essence.

1x1x1x1 groaned deeply as he pumped load after load of his thick, slimy seed into your pants, marking you as his.

Your thighs and crotch were absolutely drenched, the fabric of your pants now a shade of sickly green and clinging heavily to your skin.

"Fuck, look at the mess you made, you filthy whore," 1x1x1x1 taunted, giving your cum-soaked ass a hard smack. "I've ruined these pants, painted them with so much jizz. You won't be able to wear them again without thinking about me, without remembering how I used you."

He gripped your hips, yanking you back and grinding the soft, flaccid tentacle against your ass, smearing the sticky cum into your crack before kissing your neck. "You're mine now, understand?"

I HOPE YOU ENJOY

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Chapter 1: The first meeting

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The female that stood before them looked tiny. She was a lot shorter than an average faerie. However, she stood proudly and held her head high. She had small wounds all over her body. Small cuts that already should have healed, but they hadn’t. It was something else that made his attention go towards her.

Her wings were mesmerizing.

They were iridescent and had a glow that lit up parts of the dark hall.

It seemed like Amarantha was just at enchanted by them as he was.

However, the female only had one and a half wing. The upper part of her left wing was sliced off. He himself only had experience with Illyrian wings and he could only imagine the pain she must have felt.

Both the physical pain, but also the pain of no longer being able to fly.

Rhysand had never seen anyone with similar wings. It seemed like most of the people around him hadn’t.

“Where are you from girl?” Amarantha asked with her most ice voice. Even the slight threat made her nervous, and Rhys knew she wasn’t comfortable at the moment.

“Dawn,” the female answered proudly. Something about the way she presented herself felt familiar. It made him understand that she was carrying an act. The female was convincing and it seemed like only he was able to detect her unsureness.

Amarantha sent an icy glance over to Thesan and Rhys could almost feel the panic grow within the High Lord. Thesan had hidden someone for twenty years. Rhys had done the same. He only hoped Amarantha never would learn about the city he kept hidden.

“And why haven’t you presented yourself to me before now?”

It amazed him that the female didn’t even flinch as Amarantha questioned her. She did her best to look as calm as she was the moment she walked in. She still stood tall and proudly. She had definitely been trained in this. Her trainer had to be good.

“We only leave our territory when our High Lord call for us. It’s not something he does often. We got a letter, a false request from our High Lord, and we went to meet him. On the way there, we got captured.”

“Who is we?”

“My general and I. They killed him.”

Lethal. She spoke with lethal precision. Precision he had only heard from one person before.

“Rhysand,” Amarantha spoke, and he almost got shivers down his back. “Is she telling the truth?”

He hated going into people’s minds without permission, but he didn’t have a choice. He reached out to the female’s mind and immediately hit a solid wall of…tulips?

Confusion spread through him and he was about to pull out of her mind when a small hole opened and he got sucked inn instead.

“Sarah?” you yelled as loudly you possibly could.

Little two year old Sarah had just learned to fly and she tended to disappear every time you looked away. Normally that would be okay, but being eight months pregnant and running after a two year old wasn’t easy.

It didn’t help that flying made you throw up.

“Sarah?”

She still didn’t answer, so you picked up the bottom of your dress and started running. Normally running barefoot through the forest would be calming for you, but now you did your best to not freak out.

You looked behind every tree and stone and did your best to try to smell her.

“Sarah? Please! It’s dinner time soon.”

You stopped to catch your breath and that’s when your heard her.

“That’s my mommy,” her cute little voice sang from your right and you were so lucky you had found her.

You had gone through 15 terrible twos, this would not be the time where you lost a child.

You turned and expected to find Sarah talking to some flowers or maybe a bird, but to your total horror a male was crunched down in front of her.

He stood up the second he saw you. He was extremely tall and he had huge bat like wings. He held Sarah’s small hand and even though her arm was over her head, he still had to lean down a little to not lift her off the ground. His gaze was soft, but he couldn’t fool you.

You charged towards him and almost threw yourself at him. He only faltered a couple of steps and that annoyed you. However, he let go of Sarah’s hand. You picked her up and immediately flew away.

The nausea hit you immediately, but you didn’t care. Your toddler was safe and angry in your arms and that was all that mattered.

However, you couldn’t help to notice the wind brushing over your skin softer than usual.

Perhaps it wasn’t wind…

Was it shadows?

“Y/N,” Sky’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. “I think we both know what you need.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you answered him.

Sky was the person in the world that knew you better than anyone. You knew he knew you were lying, but you didn’t care. You shouldn’t be wishing for more than you already had.

“Come on,” he answered and dragged you up and out of your house.

The two of you flew all the way to the edge of your territory and when you reached the shield, you landed beside each other.

“Go for it,” he said. “I’ll be home when you get back. But please, Y/N, you need this.”

He then flew away before you even had the change to hesitate.

He wanted you to go out of the safety barrier. He wanted you to explore and find your happiness again.

It had been almost 150 years. 150 years where you had felt stuck and helpless. Years where your wings had been glowing less and less. To the point where even the healers started to worry.

You had thought about leaving many times before. You had written about it in your journal but never told anyone. You realized that Sky probably had read your journal and decided to yell at him for it later, but it would have to wait.

You were going on an adventure.  

You walked up to the magical shield and felt the familiar feeling of it pressing against you. You had gone that far at least a hundred times before, but never further.

This time, you did.

You pushed against the magic until it unexpectedly let go of you. You fell through and landed face first on the ground.

That didn’t matter.

You stood up and let out a crazy laugh.

You had done it!

You had gone out!

Finally! Finally! Finally!

The weather was beautiful.

The energy that filled you were almost foreign. You felt lighter and suddenly air filled your chest quite a lot easier than before.

You were out! You had finally gone out!

It didn’t take long before you started to wander around. The trees had grown taller and the meadow you used to play with your kids in was overgrown with flowers. Your body lead the way, you didn’t even need to think about where you were going.

The safety barrier that was put around your race’s territory was definitely helpful and the best for most of you. However, going back out and feeling the same amount of freedom you had taken for granted was a new amazing feeling.

The nature almost seemed more magical.

You decided to not wander too far away this first time, so you stopped in the familiar meadow and sat down to collect some flowers. You were going to give them to Sky. Both as a thank you for pushing you to go out, but also as something he and Coral could decorate their house with.

However, in the newfound bliss and happiness, you forgot to watch your surroundings. One moment you were smiling from ear to ear and the next, you crashed down, face first into the ground with an arrow stuck in your shoulder.

It only took you half a second to check, but your wings were luckily unharmed, for now.

“Think you could hide from us forever?”

It wasn’t surprising that the bounty hunters went against the High Lord and kept on looking for you and your family, but it still terrified you.

The small freedom you felt only lasted a couple of minutes and then you were back to being pretty much terrified.

A harsh arm pushed the arrow even deeper into your arm. It took all the power in you not to scream. You gritted your teeth so hard your jaw felt like it was breaking.

“You know how much people would pay for your pretty wings, little fly?” a voice whispered into your ear. The arrow had definitely been poisoned by something, and you felt yourself grow too weak to react. You only kept your wings as tight against your back as possible. “I hear losing your wings would be quite a painful death, so I’ll let the poison work a little longer before I start the carving.”

Your heart sunk deep into your stomach. It was the worst way to go. The wings carried healing and life. When someone lost their wings, they would die. Losing even just a piece of a wing enough to cause significant slower healing. The wings did however also heal others. That’s why you had gone through years of breeding and years of hiding from bounty hunters. The wings could heal all physical wounds. Even people seconds away from death had been able to continue living their lives without harm.

When the wings were detached from the body, the soul would slowly move through all parts of the body before it eventually escaped.

Tears started leaving your eyes, but you were otherwise too weak to even think about moving. The wound at your shoulder almost didn’t even hurt anymore and you could almost only hear your heartbeat. You did your best to stay upright, but you felt yourself lean deeper and deeper into the arms of the bounty hunter.

“I think I’ll start now,” he said and you could distantly hear the sound of him drawing his blade. You waited for the pain, but it didn’t come. The poison had luckily dampened also the feeling of the soul’s last trip. Or that is what you thought.

The rough arms of the bounty hunter was suddenly exchanged by soft touch.

“I got you,” a new distant voice spoke. Even as distant as you felt, you still heard the softness in his voice. However, the calming of the softness didn’t last very long. “I’m so sorry.”

The pain of the arrow being ripped out of your shoulder made you scream a weak scream. However, it only took seconds for the effect of the poison to decrease.

A textured hand carefully moved your jaw open, and while you tried to protest, a cold liquid was poured down your throat. You were certain this was what was going to kill you, but you were soon proven differently.

The fog that had taken over your mind lifted within seconds. Suddenly, you had feelings all over your body again.

You didn’t hesitate as you jumped to your weak feet and did your best to get away from you saver. However, as you turned around you noticed you had met the male before.

It was the same male with bat like wings and shadows that had found Sarah all those years ago. The Illyrian shadowsinger as your father had explained. He was supposed to be the most scary male in all of Prythian, but from what you could see, he looked only kind.

“Thank you,” you said with a small bow before you started to fly away. Even though your legs and arms were weak, your wings luckily worked.

“Wait!”

You don’t know what made you stop, but suddenly you stood on your feet and had turned to face the male once more.

“I’ll be here this time tomorrow,” he started. “If you wanted to explore without being scared of ambush.”

You ended up meeting him the day after.

And the day after that.

And the day after that.

Every day for a week.

And then every second day for a month.

And then, as often as possible for the rest of your lives.

It was dark when the meeting ended.

You had flown all the way to and through the boarder to get to Azriel. He was probably stressed because you weren’t at home on time, but he knew about the long meetings and how they never finished on time.

Smoke danced up from the chimney as you went through the front door. The heat felt incredible after such a long and cold night.

Even though the fresh smell of him told you that he was there, the shadows confirmed it. The pulled off your coat, let down your hair and left small kissed all over your skin.

“There you are,” Azriel’s soft voice sounded from the kitchen.

You walked in and immediately wrapped your arms around his waist. He turned around and hugged you back. He took his time smelling you and feeling you. You did the same with him. Then, he left the softest kiss on your forehead.

“I made dinner,” he said and started to plate up the food.

You loved it when he cooked. He had told you many times that he never cooked for anyone, but he was too good at it for that to be true. He was an expert.

The two of you sat beside each other as you ate. It had been three weeks apart this time. A week longer than you were used to, so you spent a lot of time almost sitting upon each other. That’s how you ended up in his lap as you spoke.

“Dad called you my husband today,” you started the wanted conversation carefully. “He said “Y/n’s husband is an outsider and he is definitely safe.””

Azriel’s eyes grew a little bit bigger, and his shadows tightened their grip around you slightly. You were theirs, they were trying to say.  

“How did he react when you corrected him?” he asked.

“I didn’t,” you answered as you looked directly at him.

His hand and shadows that were danced over the back of your hand and in your hair stopped immediately. Azriel moved his head so that he also looked directly at you. Hopeful. His eyes looked extremely hopeful.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” he asked hesitantly.

“If you don’t mind me saying what you think I am saying, then I am saying what you think I am saying.”

“Then, let’s get married tonight,” he answered, picked you up and immediately shadowwalked. It was like he was scared you would change your mind…again.

Rhys was mildly confused when he escaped y/n’s mind. He knew his brother was married. It wasn’t something he spoke a lot about, but it had slipped out after a night at Rita’s when basically all of their family tried to set Azriel up with a female. They were all surprised, but Rhys had never expected to meet his brother’s wife in such a situation.

He knew he needed to act fast.

“Where does Azriel’s mother live?” He asked her. The first priority: was the female telling the truth?

“Rosehall,” she answered confidently and without hesitation.

He didn’t know what he was supposed to feel by her answer. She was definitely his sister in law, and that meant his brother was still safe. But at the same time, he now had to do all in his power for this female to remain safe. He owed that to his brother.

A task easier said than done.

“She has a solid mental-shield, but she is telling the truth,” he said out loud to the entire throne-room.

“How many of you are there?” Amarantha asked Y/n next. Now that he was inside her mind, Rhys felt all the terror Y/n was feeling. It hit him like a brick wall. How the female looked calm on the outside, he didn’t know. Then, stress hit him. She would have to answer correctly so that the least amount of her people would die.

He reached out to all of the minds he could. He worked quickly, but precise as he tried to find out how many, if any, had been killed.

To his horror, a lot of casualties had happened.

“I need you to trust me. Tell her you are around 250,” he communicated as calmly as he could.

“We are around 250 people. I don’t know the exact number,” she answered. Her voice got a little shaky at the end.

“Remember to breathe as evenly as possible,” Rhys told her, and then he spoke aloud. “She’s telling the truth.”

“Does that mean 250 of my family is dead?”

“Don’t worry about that now, you have to stay focused.”

“Okay” she answered hesitantly, and Rhys hated it. He knew she understood, and it made him nauseous. 250 lives lost.

 “Well, my dear, it seems like it’s only you left.”

Tears fell from her eyes, but she didn’t give any other visible reaction to the news. Rhys was the only one to hear and feel the total devastation that took place in her mind.

“Good job,” he told her. “Just keep it up a little longer.”

“Throw her in the dungeons. I don’t care to deal with her now.”

It wasn’t often Rhys spoke against Amarantha’s orders, but this was too important.

“Act terrified when I propose my idea,” he told Y/n. Then he turned to face Amarantha. “If I may, my Lady. If they could send her to my room, I could find out more about her people and why she has such a good mental-shield.”

Y/n looked up at them with wide eyes. Eyes that showed so much emotion, even Rhys got surprised by it.

Amarantha smiled a smug smile at that.

“What a good idea,” she answered.

Two warriors then grabbed y/n’s arms and led her out and towards his chamber.

“You’ll be safe,” he told her, but his voice gave her no relief.

It had been twenty years since he had seen his family. 20 years since he locked Azriel into Velaris. 20 years of total struggle to find purpose. But now he had purpose.

He was going to protect his sister in law with his life.

It had been two days since y/n ended up Under the Mountain. Two days where Rhysand had been kept away from his room. The second he was able to, he almost ran to his room.

He opened the door and found the fire heating up the usually cold room.

Y/n sat curled in front of the fireplace. She moved her head to look at him as he walked in, but she stayed put. He wings still glowed, but it was almost dull. She looked exhausted and of the wounds that she carried two days ago, some of them still looked unhealed.

“Thank you,” she told him.

Rhys didn’t know how to answer her. He did help her survive that first meeting, but it wouldn’t be the last. He didn’t feel like he deserved to be thanked before he knew she was safe.

He looked around other parts of the room and noticed four almost untouched plates of food. They were all some kind of meat stew.

“You should eat,” he told her. He realized they must have locked her into this room and that she wasn’t able to get her food by herself. She was still a prisoner.

“I know,” she answered with a sigh. It was almost shaky. Almost as if she was crying.

It wasn’t safe to speak aloud, so he reached into her mind. He was again met with a wall of tulips, but this time it was easier to get through. He didn’t know if she let him in voluntarily or if she was just too exhausted to keep up her shields.

“Why aren’t you eating?” he asked her softly, but she still flinched a little from the surprise of having him in her head.

“It’s stupid,” was her only answer and Rhys realized he had to gain her trust.

Other than the fact that she was Azriel’s wife, he knew basically nothing about the female in front of him.

He carefully sat down beside her, feeling the warmth from the fireplace. Usually starting such conversations would be easy for him, but he felt so lost and starting a comforting and hopeful conversation wasn’t something he managed to do.

“I miss him,” he told her. Even as they were younger and separated in the years after they became warriors, he had seen his brothers at least once a year. Now, it had been twenty and he felt like the changes of ever seeing them again became smaller and smaller.

“Me too.”

They sat quietly in front of the fireplace for hours. All the conversations they needed to have could wait.

I don't really know where I am going with this series. I have the start, one thing in the middle and then an end, so we'll see what happens...

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[raspberrietreats]

Roommate Problems… Right?

Yan! Satosugu x Reader

WC: 450

TW: kidnapping, chloroform

@sisterlucifergraphics thank you for the divider!!!

Yan Satosugu who come to take you during the night. The only difference is you have a roommate, one who sleeps on the other side of the room. So even if you are a light sleeper the slight creek of the door doesn’t startle you in the slightest, nor do the soft footfalls. Just normal roommate stuff right? You just hope her alarm doesn’t make your heart leap out of your chest. Only your heart definitely does when you feel a large, warm calloused hand wrap around your nose and mouth holding a damp cloth. The voice low and smooth is coming from a mouth that just ghosts above the shell of your ear. Cooing at you softly, gently coaxing you to go back to sleep. Apologizing for waking you up and that it’s all ok, that you can go back to your restful state. When you try to hold your breath and thrash around all you hear is a chuckle. One you’d hear from an owner amused by its silly pet’s antics. His hand lazily followed the sluggish movements of your rebellion. You’d use your hands to pry him off but you were too panicked to have noticed that the bed had dipped further and he was pressing up behind you, embracing you, restraining you. Ok so the thrashing isn’t working and you need air, desperately, maybe one tiny little gasp of whatever is in the cloth, just enough for you to think of something else. As if he sensed your plan the second you try to gasp he pinches the fabric right around your nose. Such a shame it was a good plan too. Your vision is going foggy and it isn’t from being just scared out of sleep. It’s an odd sensation you can still hear for the moment and you detect another voice also not that of your roommate.

‘C’mon let’s get out of here. I’ve got her things and I’m sick of roommate duty.”

With what little vision you have left your eyes track to see the silhouette of a man so iridescent he seems to glow in the darkness and of what’s probably your roommate being dumped onto her bed. Knocked out, of course, in definitely a less courteous way than the treatment that you received. She wouldn’t even know what hit her, which is fine. She’ll be up with minor soreness tomorrow.

“Besides, you said I get to hold her in the car while she’s all cute and sleepy.”

With the last scraps of consciousness slipping, your hearing and vision have gone away, it’s just sensations and perceptions. The cool air that wasn’t trapped under your blanket, tickling your skin, a transfer of hands, the feeling of being hoisted up. You were out, both physically and mentally.

[maythearo]

" Welcome back to Night Raven College's 'Ghostly Gossip'! The school's unofficial main online source for the latest news, articles and trending topics circulating around campus! "

" I'd usually describe this as a super exclusive entry, but who am I kidding? If you've spent more than five minutes in this school, you've already seen his shadows lurking around in the background at some point (I mean, he's like. super tall.) "

Navigation:

R. Rosehearts ▪︎ T. Clover ▪︎ C. Diamond ▪︎ A. Trappola ▪︎ D. Spade ▪︎ L. Kingscholar ▪︎ R. Bucchi ▪︎ J. Howl ▪︎ A. Ashengrotto ▪︎ J. Leech ▪︎ F. Leech ▪︎ K. Al Asim ▪︎ J. Viper ▪︎ V. Schoenheit ▪︎ R. Hunt ▪︎ E. Felmier ▪︎ I. Shroud ▪︎ O. Shroud ▪︎ M. Draconia ▪︎ L. Vanrouge ▪︎ S. Zigvolt ▪︎ Silver

Design notes:

Man I've been postponing this for so long, I don't even remember half of what my process with this one was like. But I concluded that if I don't post this now, the loss of my mental notes will only get worse with time, so here you go, putting this out there once and for all lol

For a general picture I wanted Malleus' vibes to be more fairy tale-like. (He ended up reminding me a bit of Faybelle too, in a way.) The colors of those iridescent black feathers go well with him, I think. And did someone mention Howl's moving castle? Yeah, Howl's monster form.

I got this one ask before, reccomending the Cockatrice monster for Malleus, and searching a bit about it, is apparently also often taken as a synonymous with the basilisk? So like, Wyvern meets Basilisk, but it is also giving fae, idk. Listen, the idea inside my head is like, if you're asked to imagine a mythical creature that roams around a dark forest, outside the castle of a cursed princess, it's him. He's the creature.

And I'll admit I have not been catching up with the Diasomnia's chapter :( so give me 50 years at least so I can make up some more in-depth lore for his MH au counterpart (or maybe I'll just read a resume out of the wiki). Malleus enjoyers are free to drop headcanons onto him, you guys' knowledge of his character are always so astronomical it never fails to impress me /gen

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

We might finally see Malleus’s full dragon form but with Silver this is gonna be bittersweet 😭😭😭

[Referencing the ABEMA livestream news!]

(Disclaimer: I'm exaggerating for dramatic effect here; the characters themselves have not indicated that they plan to or want to kill Malleus, though that is a genuine worry expressed by many fans.)

From a little baby lizard born from the miracle of a father's love... to a raging dragon from the fairy tales, set to be slain by a knight also raised by his father's loving hand... Is this a doomed fate or what/j 💀 I'm guessing that the fit Silver's in is the form the Harmonia Frame takes (since it can shapeshift to "best fit" its pilot). But... wow, for it to take the form of shining armor, the spitting image of his biological father, but also with the hair blessed by his adopted father... Silver really is a product of love 😭 He looks like he walked right out of a dream too, I swear that the brush strokes in that card art (especially in his iridescent armor) are softer than usual... Almost sort of looks like the same stuff used for the backgrounds in Sleeping Beauty. Really lovely technique there!

FEIBEBIYEFYPAFDFEIBQEFPI SILVER AND MALLEUS FANS REJOICING BUT ALSO LIVING IN HORRIBLE FEAR OF WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT UPDATE...

The way Silver's Dawn Armor card parallels how his own father the Dawn Knight fought against Maleanor, Malleus's mother... Not to repeat history, but to break the cycle and find the happy ending the Dawn Knight wanted 😭

Their parents standing against one another hundreds of years ago... and now Silver standing against Malleus now... Neither he nor the Dawn Knight with hate in their hearts, but knowing that this is what has to be done... Wishing, hoping, praying with all their might that it didn't have to be this way, that their people can come to a peace and mutual understanding... OTL YOU GOT THIS, SILVER... YOU CAN RIGHT THE WRONGS OF THE PAST AND PAVE THE WAY TO A NEW FUTURE HUMANS AND FAE HAND IN HAND

Also????? THE WAY YOU SILVER'S PLATINUM JACKET GROOVY KINDA FORESHADOWED THIS????

"This is a painting of the Thorn Which after she transformed into a dragon… I’ve always wanted to see this artwork. This wasn’t part of a dream, this really happened. What overwhelming power… I must be diligent in my training so as to not falter before a foe that could be as mighty as her." (by mysteryshoptls)

Bro was mentally preparing himself for this tragic moment, not knowing that he would one day have to turn his sword against his master... 😭😭😭

That final book 7 update is about to be SO insane 💦

P.S. I got Silver for my JP login right after I finished writing this post 💀 IS THIS AN OMEN…

[hxlxnaaa]

𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥 ─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─ 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: a workaholic marine biologist discovers a new species that was only believed to exist within stories. while heavily focused on her new groundbreaking research, she tries to figure out her feelings for her shiny new toy.

★ 𝐜𝐰/𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: first-person pov, merman rafayel, a bit of angst towards the end but nothing too crazy

★ 𝐰𝐜: 3.7k

★ 𝐚/𝐧: as a former marine bio major, i got to nerd out ab fish and raf (yay!!), set in main storyline era, but reader is obviously a biologist and not a hunter (raf is also not the sea god in this). tried to stick to lemurian lore, but kinda threw my own stuff in too. sorry if the ending seems a bit rushed, i lowkey tapped out, but overall i'm pretty proud of this!!

It was moments like these that made me love what I do.

I was in the pool room of the facility, a dome with towering window walls, and a large circular pool in the middle that connected to the sea outside. It was mainly used by me, and I was fortunate enough to be the only one with access, as I was the only field expert in the facility. I worked hands-on with marine life, collecting samples that I would send to the lab upstairs.

In the early mornings like these, I could finally just take a breath before starting my day and watch the sunrise all around me. Watch the way it would slowly illuminate the room, reflecting off the water that rippled with the morning wind. I could feel the weight lift off my shoulders because sunny, clear mornings like this made the stress of work worthwhile.

Not that I’d rather be anywhere else.

I checked the pool, seeing what creature may have found its way in. To my dismay, it was just another handful of mackerel that had probably gotten lost from its school. That’s all it’s been lately, a few strays from the euphotic zone. The bottom of the pool was an open hatch leveled with the sea, since the lowest level of the facility sat directly in the water. When motion was detected, the floor of the pool would close off, trapping whatever got caught inside. If I were lucky, maybe it would be a cute sea turtle or a shark, but those days were rare.

Disgruntled, I opened the hatch that had closed, setting the mackerel free. Inwardly I prepared for another boring afternoon, praying for another field work day when I could actually go out to sea.

-

Coming back from grabbing coffee from the breakroom and a few more test tubes from the lab upstairs, I made my way back to the pool room. From inside, I heard a loud groaning.

“OWWWW.”

Frantically I key carded my way into the room, the doors sliding open to reveal a strange man in the pool.

I stood frozen in place, not sure what free diver could have possibly found his way in, and… Why was he shirtless?

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to help me?” The man glared.

I learned from years of working in the sea to stay calm and assert dominance, so striding forward with as much grace as I could muster-

My jaw dropped.

The man had odd markings painted on his skin and face, in intricate beautiful designs. He was clad in golden jewelry, draped with a chiffon sash. Despite being fresh out of the water, his dusty purple hair was nearly dry, and I was sure he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. There was something otherworldly about him, not like anyone I had seen before.

That was when I noticed the tail.

It was amazing, and I screeched with joy. The iridescent blue scales matched the ones on his cheeks and neck, and it had to be as long as I was tall.

The man leaned against the bars on the pool, narrowing his eyes at me. “Your stupid machine hurt me.”

I stared at him laughing with excitement, “What are you?”

“Did you hear me? I said I was hurt.”

My eyes traveled over him, he didn’t appear to be hurt or even in much pain. He held out his hand, adorned with gold bangles and painted nails, “It pinched my finger.”

I shook my head, “Sorry, sometimes it malfunctions. It’s supposed to have a safety mechanism so fish can’t get caught in the doors.”

“Yes, well, you need to fix it.”

Whatever this man was, he had an attitude problem.

“I’m going back to my first question,” I circled the pool like a predator with its prey. The man-fish thing followed me with his eyes, and I stopped back in front of him. “What the hell are you?”

He rolled his eyes, “I think that’s quite obvious. I know humans aren’t that stupid.”

Stunned, I continued to stare at him. Of course I knew what a mermaid was, everyone always told stories of the ancient Lemurians, but that’s all it was. A story.

Yet, here in front of me, was a man with a fish tail.

Excitement continued to bubble up inside me and I started clapping my hands with glee, “Oh my gosh this is perfect. You’re perfect.”

He raised an eyebrow at me, “If I’m so perfect can we get rid of these prison walls? What are these even for anyways-” As he started to rattle on the bars.

“They’re so the fish can’t beach themselves when I’m not here,” Opening the gate so I could sink down to his level, I took off my shoes so I could sit on the ledge. Grabbing his face in my hands, I turned it side to side, observing closely the glitter of his scales underneath my fingers, “Your skin is so cold, yet you have hair…But you have scales… Are you a mammal, or…”

He smirked at me, taking my grabby hands away from his skin, “Y’know you could at least take me out to dinner first.”

I frowned, bothered with the interruption of my observations. Standing back up, I moved away to start grabbing collection and testing kits, “Can you hop up where I was please? Or will you need assistance? I have a sling-”

“I can do it.”

Watching as he pulled himself up and out of the water, biceps flexing as he lifted himself, I wondered how a fish could possibly get that ripped.

I sat down beside him, “You have no obvious gills…”

The man scoffed, and I put on my stethoscope. I placed it over where, if he had them, his lungs would be.

“Deep breath in,” Watching as he took an inhale through his nose, and listened as his lungs took in a breath of air.

“Lungs.” Confirming my thoughts.

Placing the drum over his heart, I realized his heartbeat was racing.

“I don’t understand-” He started, before I placed my finger over his lips.

“Shush, no talking.”

We sat there like that for a minute, before I pulled away, “120/60, is your heart rate usually that fast?”

Glaring at me, he crossed his arms, “No, I just don’t usually have random girls assaulting me.”

As I pulled out different test tubes, I rambled out questions to him that were mostly just thoughts in my head.

“Where did you come from? How do you speak English? Where do you live?”

“First of all,” He shunned away at the sight of a needle, “my name is Rafayel. Since you haven’t even bothered to ask.”

“Secondly, I came from the sea, duh. Didn’t even mean to get caught in this stupid thing…” The man winced as I pricked his finger, and I laughed, “Well you sure are compliant for being ‘assaulted’ by a stranger.”

“I have no choice! You have all these weapons for poking and prodding! Anyways, I speak every language, it comes from being Lemurian-”

I stopped, “You’re Lemurian?”

He rolled his eyes, “I thought the tail would’ve given that away.”

Silently I continued to work, thinking less about the fact that a real Lemurian was in front of me, and more about how this would affect the studies of the sea and marine life as a whole. More than 80% of the sea is unexplored, and the idea of Lemuria being part of it opens up a whole new doorway to the future of research. Not only that, but the fact that Rafayel was relatively eager to comply.

He watched me with his galaxy colored eyes, that seemed almost as wide with wonder as mine were. We seemed fascinated with each other, and maybe that’s why he was so calm about all of this. It’s not every day you’d let a stranger go full blown crazy scientist on you.

“Am I going to learn anything about you?” His question startled me, and it hadn’t even crossed my mind he knew nothing about me. My only focus had been on discovering who and what this creature was.

“Oh, I’m sorry, that’s my bad.” I introduced myself, and told him about my work as a marine biologist. He let me gripe about the lack of interesting catches in the pool as of late, and how my passion lies with whales.

“I don’t get to go out into the field often,” I explained, “but when I do it’s always the best. Being able to dive, and being out at sea for a few weeks studying the bigger or deeper animals we can’t get in the pool.”

“What about when you’re here?” Rafayel looked around the room as if it was an interesting enough place to work. To him, this probably seemed more fun than exploring the place he’s lived his whole life.

I sighed, “I’m never not here; but I mean, it’s fine I guess, it’s just you can only collect so many samples of the same few creatures before you get bored.” Smiling at him, I ran my fingers through his hair…

“That’s why you, my dear, are my new muse.”

-

To my surprise, Rafayel came back after that. I half expected him to just disappear, deeming me crazy and warning his fellow Lemurians about ‘that one weird marine biologist’. I’d kiss goodbye the breakthrough of research he could’ve given me, and go back to slaving over the same boring fish every day.

The next morning, he was in the pool bright and early, his head sitting in his crossed arms on the ledge.

He smiled when he saw me waltz in, “You’re here early.”

“I always am,” I shrugged, “do Leumrians not sleep?”

“Sometimes.”

We quickly slipped into a routine. He’d show up in the early mornings, and stay with me until I went home that night. Even if I ran out of samples to collect, waiting for lab results, he’d perch himself up on the ledge with me and watch me read old textbooks about old Lemurian history, or anatomy books about different kinds of marine mammals.

Rafayel would snatch the Lemurian books out of my hands, “You know, I can tell you everything you need to know.”

“Yes, well, you’re an unreliable narrator.” I’d grab the book back.

Though he had a tendency to exaggerate, I really did enjoy all the stories he would tell me; his tail in my lap as I’d compare it to previous studies I had done on scales, he’d go on about Lemurian people, boasting about the beauty of the city and explaining their culture. I’d sit and nod, humming responses as I carefully analyzed him.

I believed Rafayel kept coming back because he simply loved being doted over. Some part of him got off on the attention, seeing the way my face would light up when I put pieces of the puzzle together, grabbing his face in my hands with excitement.

“Raf this is amazing news!” I’d laugh, squeezing his face with one hand, shaking lab results in the air with another.

“I don’t know what you’re on about…” He’d say through smushed cheeks, but his eyes would twinkle and defy his feigned annoyance.

Sometimes, if I ran out of things to do, he’d use his ‘magical Lemurian powers’ (his words, not mine) to lure in some different creatures, giving me extra stuff to send to the lab upstairs. One day I had been giving a bit too much attention to a stingray he had summoned, and Rafayel started sighing from the other side of the pool.

“What's wrong now?” I asked, not even looking up at him, focusing my attention on extracting the stringer from the stingray's tail.

He sighed loudly again.

This time, my eyes met his, and he flopped down onto his back, pouting dramatically. Once I had gathered everything I needed, and set the poor creature free, I walked over to where Rafayel was still laying on his back, displeased.

He looked up at me through his eyelashes, and quickly turned his head to the side, “If I’m your muse then why are you giving so much attention to these random fish!”

Crouching down by his head, I poked his cheek, “You’re the one who summons them for me.”

“Well if this is the case, then I’m not gonna help anymore!” Sticking out his lower lip, Rafayel side-eyed me.

“I’m ever so sorry for doing my job, I shall never give another fish attention again besides you.”

He smirked, satisfied with my response.

Rafayel was always like this, oddly infatuated with me and jealous. He seemed pleased I didn’t have much of a social life outside of work, as my only focus was him. Often, he had a habit of prying into my thoughts, asking a million questions about myself. Some were simple, like where I went to school and what kind of music I enjoyed. Others were questions I never even thought about.

“How do you see your future?”

I snapped my head up from my book to look at him, “I’m sorry?”

He stared right into my eyes, almost as if he was trying to read my mind, “What do you see yourself doing in the future?”

“I don’t know, working probably.” I tried to shrug off the question.

“Do you ever want a family?”

“I don’t think I’d have time.”

“Well, you seem to have plenty of time for me.”

-

After that, I noticed a lot more how his eyes would follow me. How he’d rest his hand on my waist as I’d bandage him up from blood collection. The prolonged eye contact, the longing smiles, how his cheeks and ears would turn pink when I’d call him my muse.

To quote Rafayel simply, “Humans aren’t that stupid.”

I knew. I mean, I’m a scientist, I had a fair amount of common sense. Even though I spent most of my time with fish doesn’t mean I don’t know when a man likes me.

It’s not like I wasn’t attracted to him either, it would be impossible not to be. Rafayel is beautiful, just like the world that surrounds him; he’s the sea, the absolute personification of my first love. He’s spunky and brave, sassy yet kind, and despite my immediate joy about him regarding the future of marine research, it’s gone so far beyond that. My care for him has ascended past study and data, into a place I was scared to approach.

What was I supposed to do? Keep him in my bathtub for the rest of my life? A swimming pool in my backyard? This was work, this was business, this is the future; nothing is going to get in the way of that. Not my stupid feelings, nor his.

In the evening, before I was getting ready to go home, I was taking one final look at Rafayels scales on his face and neck.

“They’re so beautiful…” I muttered under my breath, inches away from his face. His scales were what fascinated me the most, despite it being the least interesting fact I had discovered about this humanoid. Somehow, a mammal having scales like this was utterly enchanting. Tracing the way they were engraved into his skin, he opened one of his eyes to look at me.

“Do you want one?” Rafayel asked.

“I wouldn’t want just one, I’d need enough to make a necklace.” Softly smiling, I playfully picked at one of them.

“Have I told you the Lemurian tradition of giving up one of our scales?”

“Mm, briefly…”

He tilted his head forward, as if he were telling me top secret information, “When we give one of our scales to someone, it bonds us for life. An eternal love that traverses through anything, whole universes.” Both eyes open now, the look in them told me I already had been given thousands of his scales.

I pushed his head back with one of my fingers, “You’re already bonded to me for life, at least until I can figure you out.”

Rafayel leaned towards me again, and I grabbed his face,

“Hold still.”

He frowned.

-

“Rafayel~” Walking into the pool room I sang out to him like usual, only to find the pool empty.

After nearly a year of seeing him every single day, for the first time, he was nowhere to be seen.

My heart sank, was it because I had rejected him?

I sat by the pool, filled with mackerel, and just waited…

And waited…

And waited…

I watched the sun begin to set through the large windows, covering the room in an orange glow. Rafayel always had a habit of complaining about the way the sun would shine in his eyes, but would quickly quiet down as he saw me stare out at the sea longingly; there was so much love in his eyes I thought it might suffocate him if he didn’t let it out.

I guess he finally had enough.

Tears threatened to pour as the sky turned dark, the room only lit up with the light of the moon.

Frustrated, I cursed him under my breath. How dare he ruin this for me? How could he let his own feelings get in the way of the bright future I had made for marine research? I wanted to hit him upside the head for giving me all of this information and data, just to up and leave, leaving my study on a cliffhanger.

How could he leave me?

The next day, for the first time in years, I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to get out of bed. Let alone go to work. I hated him for making me feel this way, for breaking down my walls so much that I was ready to give up the only thing I had going for me.

I went anyway.

Walking up to the doors of the pool room, I thought about just turning around and going home. I was going to waste my time with a school of fish that I had already collected hundreds of samples from, when I could just go back to my bed and rot, grieving the future of science and my broken heart.

Just as I was about to turn on my heel and leave, I heard soft singing from inside, a voice I recognized easily.

Practically breaking the doors open, I ran inside.

Sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, reading a textbook as if nothing was wrong, was the man I wanted to strangle with my bare hands.

He looked up at me, frowning, “You’re late.”

Once the adrenaline of seeing him wore off, I noticed where he was.

Outside of the pool, in a chair, with no help, with…

“Legs!” I screeched, exasperated.

“Yeah, okay, good to see you too I guess.” Rafayel scoffed, going back to the book. This time it was my turn to snatch it out of his hands.

“Rafayel, this changes everything! All of my studies!” I put my face in my hands, shaking my head.

“That's what you have to say about this? I don’t show up to try and play hard to get, and this is what I get?” He glared at me, “You didn’t even miss me!”

“Why didn’t you tell me you could grow legs!”

“I was trying to humor you!”

I threw my hands up in desperation, pacing back and forth. Rafayel started mumbling something in a language I didn’t understand, clearly mad.

“Is that all I am to you?” He spit out at me, like his words were acid, “Some science experiment?” I shot my head in his direction, narrowing my eyes, “You know as well as I do that’s not the case.”

“If that's not the case, then why are you doing this to me? Acting like you care and there’s something here, then putting your walls back up. Am I just being manipulated for your work?” Rafayel stood up, peering down at me, “Just some testing animal that you keep here in your tank?”

“Raf…No…Of course not.” I promised, seeing the look of hurt in his eyes made my heart squeeze in guilt. Tracing the painted marking on his cheek, I noticed the scales on his face and neck were nowhere to be seen.

His demeanor quickly switched at my touch, grabbing my hands in desperation, pulling them to his chest and clutching my fingers over his heart.

“I don’t care.” Rafayel stated.

“What?”

“I don’t care what you do. You can have me for life; study me, use me, publish me for the world to see, I don’t care. I just want you in return.”

He fell to his knees, holding his hands tightly on my waist. Looking up at me with a pleading look in his eyes, Rafayel started muttering what I could only make out to be a Lumerian prayer I had read in one of the textbooks, “Please.” He cried.

“Rafayel, just stand up.”

“Please.” He repeated.

I stared down at him, “Raf-”

“Please, no, just say you want me. Say you’ll have me. Open this door, I know you’re scared, but I’ll figure it out.”

“Rafayel.”

“Put your trust in me. I’ll give you all my scales, my blood, my life, please, be mine, I’m already yours; be mine.”

I fell to my knees with him, smashing my lips onto his. Tangling my hand in his hair, the other clutching onto his sash, I felt like I was trying to kiss the life out of him. I wanted to merge my soul with his, I wanted to be a part of him, climb into his skin, breathe his air into my lungs. He tasted like the salt of the sea, his lips warm compared to the cold of his skin.

My walls crumbled, and with his hands on my skin, I realized nothing mattered more than him. No more research, no more work, just him.

I loved him so much, I could cry.

‘How do you see your future?’ He had asked so long ago.

With you, Rafayel.

Just you.

[snowneedsanap]

Feed a guppy, will ya miss?

The Merman's Cove // Poly!Mermay!141 x Afab!Human!Reader // Ch. 1

Tags // Reader is Afab with she/her pronouns, this is eventually a poly ending but starts with a Kyle/Johnny fic for the beginning, the boys are feral hunters, reader doesn't like fish, I don't care if it isn't MerMay anymore I want Mermen, Reader is human interacting with feral beasts of the deep, protective mermen, biting, marking, clawing, Reader def has daddy issues, will later build on once I get to writing ok loves<3

A/N // possibly smut? i am still a baby writer you guys. I don't know, this is hopefully my first longer fic and it catches on b/c I'm going through a mermaid phase.

Buying or really stealing a bucket of mackerel from your father's fishing boat was a daily habit since you remembered, since he would take you to the cove where the sea otters stayed. Their chirps and squeaks, clawing and pawing to the slippery and small fish was the only tolerating part of handling fish. Ever since living on a port city that thrived off of it's fishing exports, you could never quite enjoy the delicacy the locals enjoyed. The texture, the olfaction, the taste, you could never get over. No matter if it was grilled, baked, stuffed, raw, or cooked, any sort of fish could never be to your liking.

So, imagine to your father's surprise, as an owner of his own fishing company, when his own daughter doesn't enjoy the food he catches and how he smelled at the end of the day coming back from sea. When you were younger, he would shower right as he got home to then prepare chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese right when you came home from elementary school. But as you grew and he spent more time out at sea to pay for your primary education, he would never even have the chance to see you nor even have you smell him to know that he was home.

When things hardened and after you graduated from primary, you decided to help his business by working in his store, no where of the sea and their smells and harm, and surely you kept it that way. But today, and with most days, it was raining. The small Irish island was notorious of their rough seas and torrential rain, but today was a light drizzle. With said light drizzle, and the fact that the island was home less to 400 people, all spaced out too, no one was out. Grabbing a bucket from yesterdays catch of mackerel, you sought out to the comforting cove with the smelling fish bucket to the even more smelly cavern with the salty sea otters. Making sure to watch your step, your slowly made your way to the watery and rocky seats you've known. Throwing a slippery mackerel in to attract them, despite them not already being here was offsetting, you threw one it and it plunked right in. Within a blur and not breaking the surface, a whir of black and deep green snatched the dead fish. Immediately knocking the bucket back and leaning down over the rock's edge to get a quick glimpse, of what you've thought could've been a tuna, but definitely was not the coloring, you peered down into the dark waters. Unbeknownst to you, a pair of bright blue, starking humanoid eyes were staring right back.

As you stared into the murky waters, wondering what sort of fish could possibly be larger than the size of a shark but also not break the surface tension.

A splash of cold water broke your attention, making you take a step back and wipe the nasty salty sea water off of your face. You blink a few times to make sure nothing is in your eyes, you look back to the waters to see a head with green iridescent scales aligning the scalp, pointed high with one large fin down the middle. It's hair was, odd, the sides were shaven and had given it the appearance of a mohawk. It's eyes pierce to yours, a glare sending a shiver down your spine.

It was humanoid. No, it was a merfolk. The one your father always warned your about, whenever he would tell you stories out at sea, where he would see half fish half women, but you would always laugh and call him delirious, tell him to take his vitamin c pills so he doesn't get 'scurvy' like a real pirate.' What a joke.

What a joke you seriously thought when this merfolk stared you down. You felt choked, bewildered, and creeped out to find out that your father's stories were somewhat, factually true. Barely moving a muscle, the merfolk dives back in. In a flash, the same shadow you saw snatched the dead mackerel swam by. Then, it's head popped back up, closer. It eyed the metal bucket by your side, where it's dumped contents laid out by your side. Without words but understanding, you threw another fish. The merfolk jumped out and caught it with it's razor teeth, almost full body propelling itself up. Toned with white scars that had never healed properly, a strapped leather weapon to, to his chest, you realized. It was a merman.

Wanting to know more about this merman despite your father's previous warnings, you threw in more mackerel. It went back in for more, swiping each one. Peering down over the edge, his head moved back up. Then he swam closer to get a closer look too it seemed, to where you saw a large fish hook in the corner of his right gills. They pulsate from the lack of water but also the pain from the metal imbedded into the flesh. Frowning, but also having experience with unhooking and releasing, so you motion for him to move closer to hopefully remove it without anymore pain.

Begrudgingly, he swims forward. Swiftly without another blink, the hook is removed without anymore harm to the flesh. Smiling, you throw the rest of the fish to him. He stares at you, shocked as you removed the hook effortlessly. His siren eyes stare a while before you catch on, where you then realize you have befriended a fear of your father's.

Chapter 1 || Next Chapter ->

[ink-n-shadow]

no because i refuse to believe demon!ghost would be malicious (at least as time progresses)

like sure he initially just wanted a pretty broken bird to keep in a cage and admire their iridescent feathers but he started developing feelings and genuinely feeling bad for them after they both couldnt fix their wing

SIGHHHH oh your brain is too beautiful it'd be awful if someone came and stole it from you ohhh noooo.... 🫣

no because you’re so right??? (also pls someone take my brain. it is so ROTTED)

CAPTIVE DOVE

𝜗𝜚 the one where demon!ghost's reasons for taking you just keep evolving

𝜗𝜚 pairing: broken angel!reader x demon!ghost 𝜗𝜚 cw: mature themes (no smut but minors still DNI), captive!reader, mentions of eating souls?, cargiving!demon!ghost 𝜗𝜚 link to all my works in the demon!ghost au can be found here

when demon!ghost first saw you, stumbling around earth side with your tattered left wing and sniveling, he almost couldn’t help but stalk you like prey. he wanted to sink his teeth into you, feast on your soul like it was his last meal, because when would he ever be able to devour something as innocent and precious as a fledgling angel?

but the closer he got to you, the more enamored he became with your appearance. you were all soft flesh and wide eyes, the white garment you had been wearing stained with dirt and tattered from thorny rose bushes—and demon!ghost couldn’t help but think how pretty you’d look locked up inside of his den, a gold cage keeping you captive and on display for him (and his guests) at all times. that’s why he coaxed you to come with him, the feigned promise of help dripping from his lips being enough to win over a naïve thing like you.

demon!ghost lasted all of two days listening to your sniveling and whining before he decided to actually try and mend your broken wing as promised. he had whisked you down from your perch in the cage, a chain around your ankle keeping you from escaping as his scarred hands tried to gently work at the break in your wing’s shape. he had only stopped once more tears sprung to your eyes as the pain became unbearable, your warbling whimpers icing the Hell’s fire racing through his veins. it had been enough to give him a sense of almost…concern. demon!ghost knew the only one who could attempt to repair your wing was up amongst he clouds, but he’d be damned to let his new pet go.

so demon!ghost would begin bringing you your favorite treats from the human realm, lowering your cage to the floor so he could kneel down and hand-feed you pomegranate seeds and chunks of sourdough bread while using his other hand to swipe away your tears. he would chalk it up to simply being a good owner, wanting to make sure his pet was well fed and healthy enough to show off to the other demons and imps that would come visit his den.

but deep down, there was a still a bit of that fallen angel lodged in his heart.

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[cvnt4him]

YAMAGUCHI

MY LOVE

NEEDS TO HAVE STUFF WRITEN ABOUT HIM

soooooo, of you have the time, could you maybe have him approached by reader, and to his surprise she’s interested in him and not his bestie?

cause in the manga it says that his current worry is that whenever a girl approaches him isn’t cause of tsukishima.

trying to get on my shit y'all, these reqs are old and I need to get them out.

You and tadashi say across from each other in class. He sat beside his best friend tsukishima as well. They were quite the duo. You'd always see them snickering and sometimes hanging out near other guys you didn't really know.

There was a time his friend had gotten hurt, you weren't sure doing what. His fingers were bandaged pretty badly and you found yourself staring closely at him, admiring the blonde as he looked down at his paper. It wasn't that be was terribly struggling to write but he had some trouble you seen

You hummed to yourself, you guessed loud enough to catch his attention. Tsukishima looks to the side to see you staring. A quick glance to you and your eyes meet briefly. You felt a tinge of embarrassment. He'd caught you staring at him... What if he thought you were checking him out?!

You were just being nosy is all!! Surely he'd understand!! Tadashi seen tsukishima glance in his direction which is also your direction. Tadashi was curious, had he wanted something from him? Was there something in his face?

Tadashi and tsukishima made eye contact before the blonde cocked his head towards you. Tadashi raises a brow turning his head to your side looking at you. He never really took a moment to actually see you. Really like, acknowledge you. He's a busy guy with class and his extra curricular. Plus on occasion he'd be tutoring kageyama and hina with tsukishima and yachi.

There was a lot he had to do or just was busy doing. He didn't have time for others that didn't notice him. Especially girls. Yachi was his first crush, he definitely recalls distinctly. They ended up becoming too close of friends and he felt it was wrong to see her in a romantic way. Maybe she'd hate him if he ever confessed the likeness he once felt for her.

That was the first time you two had made eye contact. It was quick and only for a moment you looked away the second you could. It was too embarrassing and you clearly seen the way tadashi and tsukishima spoke to each other about you with their eyes.

To you, it was brief. For tadashi it lasted what seemed like forever. Your eyes locked on his, it's like you were in slow motion blinking and batting the pretty eyes of yours. So perfect, that iridescent look they gave from different angles. The sun hit them so beautifully.

His breath hitched as he exhaled, he whipped his head back forward as he noticed you look away from him. He suddenly began overthinking everything. It must've been weird for you to notice some random guy in your class just staring at you like that. He felt his cheeks slightly heating up as he struggled to maintain his normal thoughts regarding his work, you seemed to cloud them completely.

You were right there next to him. So close he could touch you. Smell you. Not that he'd wanted to....you'd just met! Goodness you probably didn't even know his name...wait. he didn't know yours. You must think he's so weird.

He thought more about it and realized...you were looking at tsukishima. Goodness. The only reason you must've looked at him was because he was sitting next to kei. Yeah that made more sense...why would you want to speak to him.

Your grades started slipping a bit. You've noticed this from time to time. You got stuck in your head and burnt it a lot. Studying was hard and thinking about your future had been stressing you out terribly so. It seemed like everything the teacher would tell you would go in one ear out the other.

It was starting to give you a migraine, everything she was saying. Her voice began to be too much to bear. You sigh to yourself and quietly bang your head on your desk. Tadashi, on your left, immediately noticed. He definitely wasn't watching you closely since your first meeting or anything.

He hesitated. Yama wanted to speak to you, he wanted to offer you help with whatever was troubling you but he was too afraid..the butterflies in his stomach felt like they'd come out if he even opened his mouth in your direction...

Your teacher pulled you to the side and had a talk with you about the recent drop in your grades. It was concerning how much they'd dropped. Hearing how disappointed and concerned she sounded made you cringe deeply. You weren't the smartest in the world but it sometimes felt like all you had were your grades.

Tadashi stayed behind, he stood right outside of the room listening very closely. He wasn't....obsessive or anything. He just wanted to make sure you were alright. The teacher didn't do you the justice of pulling you to the side as class was ending, instead she open and loudly exclaimed you would need to see her after class.

Tadashi has had dreams like this before, except they ended with him being humiliated in front of the entire class. He can imagine that little bit of embarrassment you felt being called out like that. He needed to make sure you were okay

As you left the room, tadashi sucked in everything he had and squeezed his eyes shut while you walked past him. Of course you noticed him, you were just too upset to care about anything other than finding the nearest empty bathroom and silently sobbing and waiting for the end of the day to finally arrive so you can go home and do the same thing.

Tadashi sighed heavily and followed you. He was gonna do it, he was gonna speak to you. He followed you closely, he was trying to give himself a pep talk before actually speaking to you. But he noticed you getting close to the restroom and figured it'd be weird if he followed you inside.

You might think he's following you...!

“ uh- hey..!— hey..”

You then around and see the rather tall boy. He's a lot taller than you remember, actually. He's always standing next to that taller boy tsukishima so it's hard to see him as tall when beside him.

“ tadashi.”

You try to be polite but there was definitely some sadness and possibly annoyance laced in your tone. He sees that, and he completely understands; sympathizes even.

“ I...overheard what the teacher said and..and.....maybe I can help you.”

“ help me.”

It wasn't a question nor were you asking to help him. You were just assuring that what he said. It was surprising to say the least. Sure you'd seen him outside the door when you walked past but you didn't think he was eavesdropping.

“ uh- yes! If you'd like...that is. I'd understand if not- it's probably weird i— ”

“ yes please.”

“ ye- yes?! yes— yes me?”

He points to himself as he blinks dumbfoundedly at you. You sigh loudly that made him cringe at himself. You must've been so annoyed with him.

“ yes tadashi. I will take all the help I can get honestly.”

“ do you think you think you could tutor me full time?”

He couldn't speak, his heart racing and tummy fluttering. He blinked at you and did the next best think, nodding aggressively and humming in agreement.

You smile at him and pat his shoulder, he felt his skin practically vibrating beneath his uniform. He was practically buzzing with anticipation to tutor you. He was so excited.

Tadashi has been tutoring you for a little well over two months now. You'd occasionally go to his practices just so you could walk home with him and tsukishima. You had gotten to know tsukishima a little better, you'd always laugh loudly when he'd make fun of Hinata or kageyama.

Albeit tsukishima was kind of a cunt he was very funny. In his own snarky way. You actually liked him. He had a very soft voice for someone so ballsy. Introverted and quiet. That's definitely a type.

You noticed tadashi getting more comfortable with you. He'd hold eye contact better with you, his hand grazing over yours for far longer than normal. It made you feel things. Had you developed a crush on him? Definitely.

You had a dream one night about tadashi asking you out. He had kissed you so passionately it woke you up. You squeezed your thighs together and groaned turning and tossing to get back to your precious dream.

You'd decided you've had enough of this silent lining after him. Which wasn't that long because you literally were so bold about your crush honestly. You made sure to make flirtatious jokes and how you touched him with pure intent.

You'd lean in closer to him and have your breath fan his neck during his practices making his face redden and sending a shiver down his spine.

Holding hands definitely wasn't as far as tadashi mind has wandered before but that alone is very bold to him. He wasn't used to this kind of attention.

You pull him to the side the second you get, your heart fluttering. You can't help but admire him, those cute eyes staring down at you. His stupid freckled cheeks and his small smile. He was so adorable. Tadashi looked away and scratched his cheek.

“ I.. uh, what's up y/n? do you need help with anything?”

“ yeah I...was wondering.”

You sighed heavily and thought about it. Tadashi has told you one time how dearly he holds tsukishima in his heart and despite tsukishimas funny way of showing it, he knows kei cares about him too. He was always around tsukishima and never really had space to think for himself. You wanted to change that

“ you're friend...tsukishima,-”

The way tadashi eyes widened and he felt his heart drop. There were so many emotions filling up inside and he didn't know what to do with them. He felt a sudden rush of rage. So many thoughts filling his head as he turned away from you. This always happened...he was silly to think you would really want to be with him. He seen the way you looked at him, laughed at tsukishimas jokes.

You must've really liked him. As much as it hurts him he loved tsukishima, and he liked you too much to stand in your way of happiness. Tsukishima doesn't get along with everyone but he was okay with you, he must've felt something for you too...

“ I understand.”

“ what?”

“ if you want to be with him....you can. I won't stop you. I'll put in a good word for you..if that's what you want. ”

He sighed shakily and readied to walk away from you. If that's genuinely what you wanted of course he'd do it for you. He really liked you.

“ WHAT.”

You screamed loudly making him jump back, he looked from side to side and even people walking beside you looked at you like you were crazy.

“ tadashi. what do you think I'm going to ask you!?”

“ if you want to...be with.. tsukiki...?”

You rub your temples and sigh ever so heavily. You were so lost. Why would he ever.

“ ....no...tadashi. no. never that.”

“ oh.”

You just stared at him and he struggled to keep eye contact. Whining and shivering slightly.

“...what.. what did you want to tell me..?”

“ will you be my boyfriend, tadashi yamaguchi.”

His eyes practically bulge out of his head, he lost all of his breath a small noise leaving him as his jaw drops. He pointed from you to him in confusion.

“ you..you want..... ME?!”

You walk to him and grab his face in your hands rubbing his cheek with both your thumbs. His previous freckles reddening deeply he whines and his eyes struggle to stay in one spot.

“ can I kiss you.”

He lets out a whimpery sound and nod slowly in your hands and you pull him closely placing your lips onto his. He literally started quivering in your hands you couldn't help but to giggle in the kiss.

You pulled away and chuckled, kissing his cheek before grabbing his hand. He had a lovesick smile on his face, silly giggle leaving his dorky face as he felt so happy. He followed behind you as you guided him to your next class, now as your boyfriend. Silly boy.

not the best, terrible ending. I need to learn how to land things.

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

A Touch of Obsession

Word count : 511

Pairing: Padro Pascal x reader

Summary: Pedro becomes obsessed with Y/n's intricate new nail art

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Y/n walked into their shared apartment, the faint scent of her fresh manicure lingering as she set her bag down. Pedro was sprawled out on the couch, scripts and highlighters spread around him, glasses perched on his nose. His head snapped up when he heard the door.

"Hey, cariño," he greeted with a warm smile, setting the script aside. His eyes immediately locked onto her hands as she tucked her hair behind her ear. "Wait, are those new?"

Y/n smirked, holding out her hands like a showcase model. "Yep! Got them done today. Cool, right?"

Pedro took her hands in his, studying the intricate designs on her nails. Each nail was different—a kaleidoscope of abstract patterns, tiny metallic studs, and iridescent swirls that shifted color depending on the light.

"Wow," he murmured, turning her hands over and letting the light catch the details. "They’re... really freaking cool. They look like little pieces of art."

Y/n laughed. "That’s kind of the idea. Glad you approve."

Pedro didn’t just approve; he was fascinated. Without thinking, he started gently running his fingers over her nails, tracing the ridges of the patterns. He flicked one of the tiny studs, then tilted her hand to see how the swirls changed color.

"This one looks like a galaxy," he said, tapping her thumb.

She chuckled again, settling into the couch beside him. "Pedro, are you seriously geeking out over my nails right now?"

He glanced at her with mock seriousness. "Excuse me, I am appreciating your art." Then, his voice softened. "Also, these are really satisfying to touch."

Y/n watched, amused, as Pedro continued to fidget with her nails, using her hands like a stress toy. He pressed on the metallic studs, flicked the edges of her nails, and traced the swirl patterns like they were a maze.

"You’re going to mess them up," she teased, though she didn’t pull her hands away.

"I’m being careful," he replied, completely absorbed. His thumb grazed over her index finger, and he glanced up at her. "Seriously, though. These are like... the perfect fidget toy."

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "So, you’re saying I should keep getting my nails done like this just to entertain you?"

Pedro leaned closer, his grin mischievous. "I mean, I wouldn’t complain. Plus, they suit you. Gorgeous and a little badass."

Her cheeks flushed at the compliment, and she playfully swatted him. "You're such a nerd."

"A nerd who’s in love with his girlfriend’s nails," he said dramatically, clasping her hands to his chest like she’d gifted him something priceless. "And his girlfriend, of course."

Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. "Well, lucky for you, I’ve got an appointment in two weeks. Guess you’ll have something new to obsess over."

Pedro smirked, leaning in to kiss her. "I’ll never get bored of you, Y/n. Nails or no nails."

"Good answer," she said, resting her head on his shoulder while he resumed playing with her nails.

They stayed like that for a while, Pedro content to fidget with her hands while Y/n enjoyed the attention. 

[munefille]

I’m not sure if you already answered this but why is Lorne disliked? You mention that his coloring isn’t the chief reason

Also does Lorne like the reader in a platonic or potentially romantic way? I’m only asking because I wonder how Lorne would react to the reader coming up to him and asking for a blessing to pursuit a romantic relationship with someone ô_ô

Love your work!!! Thank you!!

They kind of know he's not really... all there. His mother is also to blame for some of it too. He was conceived while she was already in a courtship with another male, which is extremely looked down upon in a species that typically pairs for life. Even though Lorne had nothing to do with his mother's infidelity, the fact that he was the product of it makes him perceived as tainted.

I would say he just likes you in general, whether that's platonically or romantically depends on the scenario. It wouldn't matter much though because he's not sharing you either way. You're his little worshipper and frankly he'd start spiraling if you held someone else to the same importance.

here's a drabble to expand on it more (took so long to answer bc I kept rewriting this)

cw: gore

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"What’s going on?"

Cool night air brushed past you in a hurry, the breeze taking with it the unorthodox scent of iron and melted ice. Far above hung the pale moon, gazing down like a witness to what was occurring, clusters of stars accompanying it in its judgement. Your question was left unanswered by a few moments of tense silence.

“This is your beloved?” came a quiet voice from above you, so slightly hesitant as it asks. An excited nod was your response as you directed your attention towards the person on the other side of the trees. The man remained unaware of the presence watching, merely believing you had taken him on a night walk and had disappeared to search for something beyond the forest line.

The being beside you spread his wings a small degree, the white feathers appearing nearly iridescent when hit by wandering moonlight.

"And you asked for my approval. There is one thing that must be shown before I can offer that." He answered, gently tilting your head to the scene before you. "Watch. If you are still together by the end of the night, then you will have my approval."

You would've found such a proposal suspicious had you not trusted Lorne, the angel, with your life. That's why you had asked in the first place for him to bless your union; surely, he would guide you in the right direction. Not far from where your beloved stood was a cave. Your angel seemed rather adamant at bringing him here.

It wasn’t long before you heard deep growls echoing from within the dark hole. A lump formed in your throat. It was during this time of the year that bears searched for their last meals before their long sleep. You had never stumbled upon one yourself, but you knew from others that there were some that roamed the forest, highly territorial creatures they were.

Your suspicions were proven right as a beast lumbered out of the cavernous shadows, nearly as dark as the place it emerged from. Your lover remained unknowing of the threat approaching, his back turned to the path in wait for you.

You wanted to call out, to warn him of the danger that was coming upon him with a ferocious snarl, revealing teeth longer than your hand. A pleading expression enveloped your face as you looked up to Lorne, “Please-”

He hushed you with a far too large hand over your lips, but it was too late by then.

The bear launched itself at the man with a final roar, though the time for warning had long since passed. He couldn’t even turn around fully to face the creature before it got ahold of his arm, tearing it nearly clean off. The scream he emitted then would haunt you. Never had you heard a man wail like that, the wail of a man watching his own flesh be torn and eaten in front of him. Oh, there was so much blood spurting from the stump, yet that was only the beginning of it.

He attempted to scramble backwards, but the removal of one of his limbs distorted his balance, causing him to collapse on his side. The bear saw an opening, large jaws revealing those wicked teeth stained red, bits of skin caught in between them. It latched onto his side, shaking him around like a ragdoll in its maw. There was a terrible choking noise as the bear’s teeth punctured his lungs, and finally you could take it no more.

You pushed past the dense brush from where you were positioned. Lorne made no move to stop your mad dash towards the mauling of your lover, eerily silent at what had happened.

It was a foolish idea, yes, but you couldn’t just stand and watch as his cries for help died. You picked up a stick, throwing it to the bear to get its attention. Anything to draw it away from the poor soul it was torturing. With a sickly crunch, the bear dropped the surely deceased corpse of the one you had adored, now hardly recognizable as a mass of badly desecrated flesh. Its angry eyes looked towards you first before its whole body lurched itself in your direction.

Bloody matted fur and flesh decorated teeth was what you assumed would be your last image before closing your eyes, expecting the same fate as your lover to become of you.

A few seconds passed, then a minute, the sensation of ripping limbs never gracing you.

When you found the courage to open your eyes, the bear was before you; its head was snapped all the way backwards. A shaky exhale came from your chest, tears beginning to blur your eyes as the adrenaline and grief still coincided.

“Oh. What a pity. I suppose it wasn’t meant to be.” Lorne’s voice trailed on monotonously, clearly uncaring of the gruesome slaughter that had just occurred. It was disorienting at times how soothing it was when it really should've disturbed you. The tears finally released themselves then, a quiet sob wracking your body.

“You see, had I not been there, who would’ve protected you from such a threat?” He came closer to where you were trembling on the ground, hurling the bear corpse away from you.

“The one you had chosen was inadequate. Don’t spill such sorrow over something that would’ve died eventually.” He said, in what you assumed was supposed to be a reassuring way, yet the tears didn’t stop.

He frowned at your mourning. Your shaken form was lifted into his arms as your eyes remained glued to the explosion of guts that seeped into the forest floor.

“You don’t need to worry,” he muttered into your hair, “I’ll find you another one.”

He spoke so calmly, his words a halfhearted attempt at consolation. All you could think about was how brutal God could be.