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Feeling bored at a sleepover……help dilf Kento Nanami get rid of his stress!!!

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“Still want more doll?”

He’s brushing your hair out of your face so he can see what he’s done to you. You’re a mess, beyond exhausted at this point

He loves to look at your flushed face while he grips your sweaty hips to keep ramming his veiny cock in you mercilessly, you can’t even keep count of how many many times his cum has filled you to the brim

You feel like a constant stream of your cum is also covering his dick causing your insides to make dirty noises as his cock slides in and out each time

Your whole body is getting over sensitive and you can’t feel your legs anymore. your nipples hurt and your clit is so swollen that everytime he thrusts through your dripping folds, you can feel it there at that spot

“you’ve been such a good girl for me”

You’re just whimpering in response

“t-too…f-fast sir” you say breathless. You try to keep speaking but each thrust is more powerful than the last making it extremely difficult to talk

“Cmon use your words sweetheart”

he’s twisting your puffy nipples in attempt to make you speak up

it clearly won’t work since your voice is almost gone, no sounds come out when you open your mouth to moan from the painful pleasures

He loves the way you can’t do anything but keep your delicate hands wrapped around his neck above his back filled with scratches as he carelessly goes faster and deeper so he can finish inside of you one more time

you remember when this started, Nanami was fucking you at the perfect speed, hitting your sweet g spot, really taking his time with you, but now he was going animalistic, acting like he would only be satisfied if your insides are bruised and battered

During the first couple rounds he also tried not to get his semen inside, trying to come up with good reasons as to why he shouldn’t shoot his seed in to you, but the way you were so easy to keep fucking, all that logical thinking cleared out from his mind

He was venting out all his stressful emotions by having long rough sex with you. Your poor pussy the ultimate victim and winner

you really had awakened a feral monster inside in him

it all started when…

A sleepover at your best friend’s house was always fun, you loved when she asked you to stay the night and told you that it’s only her and her dad at home

You have been obsessed with her father, Kento Nanami for a while, you just love his gentleman personality and you get so horny around him it’s uncontrollable.

In the middle of the night you find yourself at Nanami’s bedroom door…

you can’t believe what your about to do. You just can’t. You walk in to the dimly lit room ,but you thankfully jerk yourself back to knock before entering

*knock *knock

You hear him respond quietly, you get chills down your spine

“…yes, come in”

you open the door, your nipples are hard and visible through your thin top, decorated with lace and a baby pink colour

You reach behind you and pull down your matching shorts quickly, you knew half of your ass was out.

You slowly creep inside

“u-um sir”

you look at Nanami, he has a confused expression that’s only toned down by his dark under eye circles and sunken face

“could you please turn the heat up…I feel very cold” you asked in your sweetest voice possible

he shot a quick glance to your breasts. He saw the way they were naturally perked up and your nipples poked through the skimpy fabric

His eyes trail down to your lower body, settling on your hips and thighs for a moment too long. He had definitely realized you came with no undergarments on

Nanami tried to calm down and control himself, this wasn’t a time to act like a teenage boy and get a hard on

“*cough* ahem..yeah sure no problem”

you could tell he was surprised to see you here like this, I mean it was pretty cold but you were there for something else, you hoped he had gotten the hint by now

he looked dreamy, but tired. everything about him was so attractive to you even when it shouldn’t be.

Nanami gets up from his desk chair and you feel your face getting flushed he was so handsome, you’ve never seen his buff body in casual comfortable clothes.

He heads out of the room and downstairs to check on the thermostat

you are feeling confident that you must have had some sort of effect on him, you take a seat on his bed, feeling your plush bottom sink into the mattress under the soft covers

He walks back in and lets you know that he increased the heat and it should be fine now.

“you need anything else?” He asks, rubbing his eyebrows and seeming annoyed

“. . .”

“It’s pretty late, you should get back to bed”

He doesn’t look towards you but his presence is quite intimidating

He’s standing towering over you. He was avoiding your alluring gaze… you might have been intentionally giving him bedroom eyes this whole day…

“so…uh if there is nothing else—“

you cut him off

“I-I just…wanted to—“

Then he cuts you off…but how does he cut you off?

by pushing you back where your sitting making you lay on your back and getting on top of you

You heart was beating at an alarming speed. Your body was getting squished underneath him

“Is this what you want hm?” he says while his hand is between your legs. You’re breath hitched as his finger enters your wet pussy.

He adds another thick finger inside, applying pressure as he moves his fingers in and out

“so wet for me?”

“yes ngggh”

You let out small moans and move your hips up as he continues.

“You’ve got no panties on sweetheart…now you’ve ruined your shorts”

He was right, they were drenched in the bottom area from how much your pussy was leaking. You are melting in his embrace

He circles his middle finger on you’re clit making you feel like you were flying. you were so close to cumming when he increased his speed but then all of a sudden he stopped adrubtly taking his fingers out, dripping with your pussy juice

Whispering in your ear

“But I wouldn’t exactly call these shorts, they weren’t covering anything”

He gently pulls them off gliding his big hands down your legs. He lifts you up by the waist keeping you under him and moving to the centre of his king sized bed.

You wanted him to continue playing with your clit, you were so close to release.

His hot breath lingered on your throat as you feel his lips sucking the skin. that was gonna leave a mark :3

He plops you down and you’re head hits the pillow. You look at him and he’s already taking off his clothes. Leaving only his white undershirt on. His arm muscles flexing with every movement

“please keep going” you say shamelessly

“you’re not the only one who likes to tease doll” his low laughing is followed by a third finger, quickly swallowed by your greedy cunt

soon after working his magic, you cum on his hand, feeling hungry and empty for more

Just then you saw something that made you realize you might be making a mistake…Nanami’s dick was so big, his boxers were having a hard time keeping it in

You could see a dark spot of precum in his boxers. He takes them off too allowing you to see the full length

“s-sir it’s …so big” your eyes widened and you chocked on your spit

As if what you said was expected, he slightly smirks and takes his huge hard cock in his hands and rims your hole with his glistening tip.

He hold your legs up, spreading them a bit more, making room for himself

“so you don’t want it baby?”

Oh no you do want it so with a desperate look on your face you say

“no, I want it”

He chuckles under his breath

“Hm that’s what I like to hear”

you gasped when he put just the tip in. He’s slowly and gently trying to get the rest of it into your pulsing cunt.

It sounds like your in pain the way your squirming, arching your head back and whimpering

Even tho he had previously loosened you up with 3 fingers, the length and thickness of his cock was at a whole other level

“Be a good girl…I know you can take it” he coos, concentrating on trying to get your pussy open from deep inside, enough to start moving

Once it’s all in you take deep breaths feeling so filled up, his thick cock is being pressed by your inner walls, driving him crazy

“see that’s it, how does it feel?” He says while letting go of one of your thighs and rubbing his hand across your stomach, his hand was so rough but gentle enough to feel heavenly

“feels…good” you say looking up at him, with doe eyes, wanting this moment to last

“would you like me to keep going sweetheart?”

“y-yes please” you really want this. You love the way there was no empty space in you, even deep inside

He leans in to whisper to you

“…what a naughty girl” he smiles hugging you close. you get a whiff of his natural scent and it sends you into orbit

you just want him to start fucking you already

He starts thrusting, and you wrap your arms around his neck trying to brace yourself for how his rock hard cock is forcing its way in and out

But you were amazed at how gentle he was, this feeling was unfamiliar to you of course and you reacted accordingly

Just after not even a minute, you legs lock up around him and by the spasms, he can tell you just came.

he takes his cock out, slick with strings of your cum. As of this moment, he wants to make love with you without getting you overwhelmed

Treating your precious pussy like the flower it is, he leans down and kisses your wet folds, making you put your hands on his soft blond hair, pulling his head more in. He’s squeezing your thighs with his big hands turning them red from his tight grip

He sucks on your clit, kissing it with passion.

His toungue was gliding up and down the area making you lose your mind, but his main focus was getting you to calm down. Allowing your pussy to completely relax so you could loosen up. He wants to prepare for the damage his cock will cause

In Nanami’s experience, it was a quite a lengthy process usually involving fingering, oral sex and very slow penetration due to the size of his monster cock

He is soooo good at eating you out…a little too good

“unnnngggh…sir i n-need to go to the bathroom”

Were you gonna cum or piss, you weren’t sure but Nanami backs away to your request and just as he’s about to react further…

You squirt on his face, a stream of fluid flowing with so much force from your pussy that it lands right on Kento Nanami’s face, missing his eyes since he closed them

“I’m so sorry I didn’t know what—“ oh shit, you think to yourself, what did you do ??

He silently just takes off his undershirt wiping his face and before you know it he grabs your knees spreading them apart aggressively and with no warning he rams his throbbing cock into the mess between your legs

“Oh you’re in for it now sweetheart” his facial expression is unreadable but his demeanour changed

You try to catch your breath as he continues thrusting real hard into you, you can see how his face relaxes more and starts looking refreshed. You on the other hand, fet like you were being broken in two

You were hugging him so tight that everytime you felt move his dick deeper and deeper, you couldn’t stop making noises, you dug your face deep into his neck, to muffle your moans

“don’t be shy doll…let your voice out, I don’t mind”

You tilt your head back, rolling your eyes back and curling your toes. You were about to climax once again

You cum quickly, this time Nanami doesn’t stop to comfort you, he just groans and and moves faster due to your clenching and tightening.

Your hole seems to be squeezing down on him too much, he lifts your leg up and lets your knee bend over his shoulder,

“s-stop it’s too much” you exclaim

You were scratching his back leaving red marks all over, but the way he was so keen on continuing made you feel so wanted

“Sweetheart, p-please let me keep going”

He had a pleading look on his face that really made you forget how your swollen cunt was being stretched out more than it should by his girthy cock. You were gonna be soooo loose after this

You just hug him tighter making your tits and hips rub against him with a lot of friction from each thrust

Both of your bodies were over heating and overworked from how hard Nanami was fucking you.

Your nipples were getting redder from rubbing against him, starting to even hurt from the sensitivity

Nanami was about to come inside but his second thoughts made him pull out and shoot his load onto your rising and falling stomach

The room echoed with his heavy breathes and your moans. You must have orgasmed again right with him and it seemed to have done a number on you

You couldn’t think clearly, the sex was so amazing your mind was so clouded you didn’t realize Nanami was talking to you while laying his head on your tits

He was telling you how missionary was the best position to fuck you in cuz he can’t get enough of that cute face of yours and the expressions you make each time he moves his dick in and out

he brings his hand close to one of your swollen nipples…and flicks it “n-not there” you squeak

“These have been wanting attention since you first came to me hm”

He pushes himself up feeling sticky as he realizes his cum on your tummy got on him too

His strong hands were on both sides of you making you feel small

He starts sucking on both of your nipples occasionally squeezing your fat tits

His mouth was doing most of the work. You felt so overstimulated, your cum was still spilling out of your hole onto the mattress and now the sensitivity of how Nanami’s toungue was swirling around such sensitive areas was making you reach your limits

You hadn’t forgot about how your squirted earlier that was quite embarrassing you might say but in Nanami’s opinion it turned him on so much he could not long be patient and gentle with you.

Nanami also kisses your soft pink lips, it sends you over the edge, you are tingling all over. He’s putting all his affection into this deep wet kiss, that seems to have you gasping for air once he backs up

“you are so sweet all over princess”

“Mmmmnnggh”

The kiss was long but now you were sleepy. a good fuck like that would make you sleep like a baby

Little did you know nanami was just gonna keep asking for more and more, his voice filled with affection hiding his lusftful intent. But you so glad you finally were able to have sex with him…you think to yourself, he will probably stop soon…right?

you couldn’t be more wrong

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[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPxDC prompt. Fae!Danny x Jason. Dead on main. Death of a Fairy Tale. or

"Oh no! This tricky hooman stole my heart! What should I do?" *becomes a leader of his court and, just in case, overthrows the tyrant Pariah Dark in order to allow marriages with representatives of other races and live happily ever after with Jay*.

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 “You're not allowed to be here. This is not your territory.”

Jason barely had time to catch his breath after escaping from the hot dog vendor when someone noticed him hiding in the bushes.

There were no rides for children or food vans in this park, so Todd didn't understand why anyone would cling to this territory but the guy looked at him with obvious concern. And well, after the morning's adventures, Jay didn't have any energy for another conflict at all. This kid looked pale and thin, so it didn't look like fighting with him would get him anything.

“Calm down, I'm just passing by. What's your problem, dude?”

“I live somewhere ne...here.”

Jason rolled his eyes. It's clear that the guy lived nearby, but it's unlikely that he had a house. The lack of a T-shirt and shoes hinted that in front of him was also a street rat who most likely had not yet learned how to defend his belongings. Poor guy. But this is definitely not Jason's business.

However, did he really spend the night outside in the open air? Sleeping on the bench was a last choice even for Jason. This might be acceptable options in some quiet provincial town, not in Gotham.

“I mean, what are you doing outside?”

Young Phantom checks his glamour, but finds no flaws in it. This man in front of him must be very knowledgeable and experienced, despite his young age, since he immediately recognized him as not a human being. For Danny, who lived with other fairies in Fairyland all his childhood and came to this dimension for the first time, the outside always meant the world of human. Fae shocked and upset that he was discovered so quickly. Haven't people almost forgotten about their existence? The elders would swear a lot if they found out that he had failed. The boy carefully orders the vine and clover to cover the circle of mushrooms, hiding the front door from the human. He was the only one of the entire brood entrusted by Undergrowth to start a practice in a city where there are almost no plants and sunlight, and faeling did not want to let down the mentor who took him under his wing at all.

The old Fairies claim that people are mean and narrow-minded, but Danny himself is intrigued by these creatures and therefore hopes that he will be able to come to an agreement with the boy and to continue his research without obstacles. Danny intends to take the exam for the right to be called an adult fae this decade, which means he has no right to make mistakes. But still, forcing a guy to dance until he drops dead from exhaustion or make him wander along the paths of this small green area without being able to find a way out, as he was taught to get rid of pests at home, seemed too cruel. This boy, just like him, is still a cub and he is here by accident, not to encroach on their possessions. They need not quarrel.

“Don't banish me. I'm just trying to learn.”

“To do what?”

“To steal.” Danny blushes, realizing that such honesty was unnecessary. Stupid, stupid...People know that faeries can take their names, thereby gaining power over them. Now this cub will definitely decide that he has come to cause harm and he will not be able to learn anything useful and interesting. Phantom quickly makes excuses. “Nothing important! I only borrowed trinkets and fruits.”

“You're new to this, aren't you?”

“Is it that noticeable?”

“Pretty noticeable, yes.”

The boy looked at him almost pityingly. And the Phantom didn't like it.

That's how the spirits and other fairies used to look at him when they found out he was only halfa. Because of this fact, his abilities were belittled and not taken seriously too often. What's wrong with that? He's dead just like everyone else, even if not completely.

And now he's screwed up, not even because of his nature, but because of his sluggishness. It was especially unpleasant, as it was deserved. He should have spent his time more productively, but the flowers bred with the help of humans were so interesting and talked about their longing for the sun with such sadness that fae did not dare to interrupt them.

Jason finished both of the stolen hot dogs and leaved the park. The guy still follow him and stares intently, almost without blinking.

“Stop it. What do you want?”

“I study. You seem experienced. “

“People don't really like being stared at like this, in case you didn't know. Back off.”

“Really?”

Jason was ready to be outraged that the kid thought he was an idiot but the tramp from the park looked really puzzled. It seems that if he ever had parents, they didn't care about the boy, since they didn't explain to him that atypical behavior could add him problems. The boy is lucky that Jay is an asshole only when absolutely necessary.

“You're weird. Try to keep your mouth shut near others.”

“Okay.”

Jason took a few minutes to think and sighed. Todd could not leave this strange child alone, because damn conscience would not allow it. He can't survive alone. He will either wander after some other person and become a victim of trafficking or he will be at the beck and call of some assholes in the late afternoon. Jason cursed his bleeding heart once more and promised himself that he would keep the boy by his side no longer than necessary. Jay couldn't afford to be responsible for another mouth to feed. Summer has already come to an end and it was worth starting to save a little money and store things in case of early cold weather.

“If I teach you some of my skills will you promise to stay away from the places where I…work?”

“Maybe. Is this a deal?”

“Yes, if you'll agree, idiot. “

Danny nods and his new acquaintance continues.

“First of all, we'll get you shoes and some clothes. I don't need you to pick up tetanus and some viral crap.”

Danny smiles a little, trying not to make it too noticeable. Great trick.

He nodded to indicate understanding rather than agreeing, and the boy did not ask for verbal confirmation. It seems that he is not completely hopeless at deceiving people. Phantom couldn't wait to tell Clockwork or Frostbite about his success.

They wound through streets and rooftops for a long time until they reached other man's temporary shelter, and Danny had to admit that the man's decision to borrow more clothes was very clever. Strange sharp things and narrow bags of biological fluid were found between the houses disgustingly often. The elders are right about something? Danny must admit. Some people are nasty. They didn't even clean the settlement they live in properly.

A foul-smelling device for carrying things flew into the face of fae while he thoughtfully followed the boy telling him something about removing so-called tires from the iron inanimate horses.

“Dude, stop fighting with a trash bag. You'll stand guard while I give the customer the goods, okay?”

“Fine.” To be honest, the intern was ready to cry from the injustice of life and rush home, and he was only stopped by the desire to visit the observatory, which his new acquaintance mentioned when fae complained that because of the smoke and smog the stars would probably not be visible at night.

Danny realized that he did not regret his decision when, a couple of minutes later, he heard his human quarreling with adult specimen. Judging by the conversation, the man refused to pay the price for the things brought to him and even threatened to hit Phantom's guide. Danny was annoyed by this and decided to intervene a little. To his good fortune, on the balcony of this vile man there was a pot with withering petunias and they did not mind helping lil fae teach their owner manners. A slight whiff of magic and the pot falls on the deceiver's head and human begins to choke on the roots that climb right into his mouth. Danny giggles, congratulating his green comrades on their successful revenge. Other boy doesn't waste any time and grabs the bucks that fell out of the customer's hands and orders new boy to run.

Danny spent several days with human cub and really learned a lot about these creatures. Despite the fact that such a pastime was exciting, he needed to at least create the illusion of practice the fae skills.

It is dangerous to ask a person who knows who he is about this but teachers will be upset if he does not make an attempt. And despite the fact that the people around him seem scary, Nocturn will be much scarier in anger if he finds out that Phantom is such a loser.

“Ma- Can I have your name?” Danny muttered uncertainly and immediately panicked at his own impudence. “Sorry!”

“Jason.”

Todd was in a good mood, as luck had been with him for the last few days, and the new companion was not at all as useless as it seemed to him from the beginning. He was able to hide so well that no one could detect them, and managed to bring fresh fruits, vegetables and mushrooms to their safe house. However, there were problems with the last one, since this strange dude sometimes brought toadstools and satan's boletes to their apartment, which he managed to get from unknown places. Jason thought he was going to have a heart attack the first time he caught child happily eating raw fly agaric. Indeed, if Jay hadn't found him this boy would probably have died of poisoning in that park by now. Todd had to persuade him to bring only chanterelles, which he could confidently identify as edible and not fear for their lives every time the boy tries to help find food. And his padawan really managed to find them. In Gotham. Holy shit. Maybe this park, so fiercely guarded by the boy, was another secret area for Poison Ivy's experiments? However, poisonous specimens will not be wasted either, since you never know when you will need to defend yourself without entering into a fight, but acting more subtly.

“Real name! Real one!” The boy's eyes were as big as saucers and he became very worried and waved his hands as if trying to shake off invisible sticky threads from his fingertips. “You shouldn't say your actual name! Why did you do that? You shouldn't have given it to me.”

“There are a lot of Jason's around. Why do you care about that?”

“You're not just some Jason, you're my Jason, you're important to me. It's dangerous if someone has your name. Then that someone can make you do bad things.”

Tears began pouring down boy's face and Jason was surprised by such a violent reaction. Todd doesn't think there's anything to worry about, since he didn't tell the stranger his last name. He often introduces himself in different ways. Just, for some reason, something made him be honest this time. But how would this guy know that?

“Well…You're not just anyone. We're friends. I don't think you're going to rat on me to the cops or anything. So it's okay. “ Jay tries to calm the newcomer down.

“Friends?”

“Yes. Friends forever?” Jason teasingly holds out his little finger, offering a childish oath that he recently taught his padawan.

“Forever.” The boy supports the oath, and then, after thinking for a second, leans closer to Todd and whispers. "I'm Danny, just so you know."

“Good. I'll remember.”

The young fae is overcome with euphoria. He took the name! He did it! But that was all the other boy had, apart from a rusty tire iron, so it probably wasn't right or friendly to keep it. The human cub helped him. Danny couldn't keep such a gift. He didn't even really try to get his name. “Jason is your name.”

“That's right, buddy.”

“I won't call you that name.” Where I come from, even spouses rarely know each other's names. Danny wanted to assure his friend that he should not be afraid that he would abuse his power. “ I like you so I will take full responsibility for the possession of such a gift, don't worry.”

“Hah, in order to take responsibility, you already need to at least marry me as a moral compensation, given the number of brain cells killed by your antics. “

“Well, if I have to, then I will. When we're older.”

Jason snorts and shakes his head. It's probably not love, since they're just kids, but still, Jason thinks that if all autumn evenings were like this, he wouldn't mind spending his life with Danny, snuggling closer to the boy while they both bask under the same blanket. No matter how many times a day they managed to roll in the mud and fall into the trash can, the boy always gave off a light scent reminiscent of spring greens, which reminded Todd of something warm and cozy. Maybe a home? Although when his father was not in prison yet, his house smelled more like the stench of cigarette smoke and mold.  So Danny was more like a hope for a good home that they write about in books.

On their free evenings Jason usually entertained them by reading. Danny has always been an attentive listener, reacting vividly. After stroking the battered cover of a new book he found, Jason puts it aside. He's too tired today, and  just wants to listen.

Noticing this, Danny begins to chirp about his homeland. His stories are like fairy tales, too bright and colorful for the stone Jungle. Jay realized a long time ago that his friend had something like a defense mechanism. Todd himself snapped and fought when the world was too cruel, this guy escaped to his fictional world, where he was safer and happier. His friend could have been a great writer someday. The descriptions of Princess Dorathea and her cruel brother, pharaoh with an unusual passion for technology and ultra-recyclo vegetarian queen of plants were so detailed and vivid that they seemed true. Danny's imagination contained the whole world.

When the first snowflakes fall to the ground, Danny says that this means that his friend Frostbite will soon come to pick him up. Jason is honestly not ready for such a turn of events. He promised himself that he would not be around another boy for longer than necessary, but he managed to get attached. He hopes that this statement is just another one of his companion's fantasies and forgets about it for a while.

A snowstorm is raging in the city when Danny does not return home. The snowfall does not stop for several days, and Todd realizes that his friend left him, although all his belongings are left in their apartment. He hopes that someone really came for the boy, and not that in the spring his body will be found in one of the melting snowdrifts.  After a few months, when the canned homemade vegetables carefully cooked by Danny are coming to an end, and the mold, sitting alone  in a corner of the ceiling all winter, felt the first the warm rays of the sun, Todd decides not to waste energy on useless worries and hopes.

Soon, as Danny would put it, Batman steals Jason. Todd doesn't really trust the old man at first, but he teaches him to be Robin, and, well, Robin is cool. He's magic. Robin is an urban legend, a spirit worthy of being the hero of Danny's favorite stories. Robin is Jason's connection not only to the city itself, but also to his past. Robin does not need to think about whether he should grieve not only for his mother but also for his friend. Robin is more. There is not only strength and hope in this uniform, but also memories, nostalgia and  humanness. Therefore, Todd is not ready to give up the suit, even if he understands Grayson's displeasure. Because when he goes out on a patrol, the longing becomes less, and he feels that he is getting better and closer to something important. It helps.

No.

It helped.

And then he died.

And things are getting worse by the day, hah.

~~~A few hits with a crowbar later~~~

Jason learns about a new attempt of eco-terrorism relatively late, when he is officially called to help. Even so he stays at the place of the fight before the rest of the family. Firstly, because this time Ivy decided to start destruction from the closest to Crime Alley park, and secondly because Ivy's creations always pay little attention to him. Even the famous pollen has almost no effect on Hood.

Making his way through the furiously writhing vines, Red Hood notices the enemy and realizes that it is not Ivy, but decides that he will analyze the situation during the battle and rushes forward.

“Hey! Don't touch B, you.. “Almost flying into a guy with such a familiar face, the Hood slows down sharply “... pointy-eared.”

A guy with sparkling green energy in his hand and a vigilante with a pistols in each hand freeze looking at each other.

“Man, is it you?”

Snow-white hair, glowing green eyes, transparent dragonfly-like wings and razor-sharp claws are completely unfamiliar to Todd, but facial features, expressions and a bracelet with star pendants that Jay gave Danny for his birthday, adorning one of the impressive polished horns, allow to recognize him.

“Jay! It's been a long time, my friend.” Hearing Todd's voice, despite the sound changed by the helmet, the creature calms down. “You've grown up a lot.”

“And you're still so short. Wow. And, by the way, I can't believe you're still keep it.” Red puts the safety of the guns and then points one of them at the jewellery. “It's from a dollar store, nothing special.”

John says goodbye to the hope of a day off after the mission, cursing the manners of the bat and his offspring. Is a couple of days without the risk of interdimensional conflict really that too much to ask for?

“You gave it to me. That's why it's special.”

The creature smiles and Todd feels his face blushing. It's a good thing he's still wearing his helmet. Danny looks too…magical…in every sense.

“Do you know him, Hood?” Of course, Bat cannot stay out of the conversation when nothing is holds him back.

“No.”

“Yes.”  Danny denies the statement of Hood, proudly puffs out his chest and declares. “He was my first. He calls himself Hood these days? How strange.”

Bat gasps and exhales indignantly.

Jason quickly connects the fact that his friend is definitely not human with the possibility that Danny's stories were true.

“Name!” Trying to fix the chaos that his friend is trying to involve them in, Red Hood hurries to explain. “He's talking about damn name. I'm the first one who gave...”

“Oh, come on, spoilsport. He almost believed me.” The fairy winks playfully and Jason has to do his best to focus on the mission and not on the guy. “You're my betrothed anyway. And, hey, I collected the library as a wedding gift.”

“Hm.” Hood rolls his eyes. This joke about their childhood promise would have been hilarious if he hadn't felt the old man's rising pressure behind his back. So, returning to the problem, he still needs to get these two away from each other as soon as possible. Neither Danny nor Bruce has a calm personality, and Jason didn't want to start Danny's acquaintance with Alfred by giving first aid to these dummies. “So what's all the fuss about? Are you like um.. Ivy's pet-pixie or what?”

Now John Constantine, who carefully watched the meeting from the sidelines, almost feels his blood pressure rising too. Compare faeries with garden pests. What was Batman's son thinking about, showing such disrespect? He wanted them to have more problems or what?

“Hm? Who is Ivy? I've never heard of her. To be honest, I'm only here because our gate was disturbed.” The fairy chirped angrily and, with a nervous flutter of his wings, flew up to the bushes. His finger pointed accusingly at the crushed mushrooms that John and Batsy had landed on when they unsuccessfully attacked Dr. Isley. “But even though your companions' behavior is inexcusable, I don't blame you, of course. I am glad that we met again because of this incident, Tagetes.”

The Faerie circle...John hadn't seen this in years. Damn Gotham. He difenetly doesn't want the problems of this crazy city to fall under his and Shazam's responsibility. Now it is clear why Rogue disappeared so quickly. She probably knew about it and wanted to make them someone else's problem. Damn it twice, John should have sent a message instead of coming to Gotham to discuss business with Wayne. Being uninvited guests of such mischievous and malicious hosts does not bode well.

“You are lucky that the Fright Knight is not on duty today. But someone will have to answer for it. Is it really so hard to look at your feet? Or is this a deliberate provocation? I demand an apology.”

“No, enough games for you. They're a little busy chasing someone, in case you didn't notice.” Jason starts pulling on his friend's hand, intending to take him out of the park. Next to these paranoids, it's better not to ask an old friend about anything. “Only good little fairies are invited to my safe house to taste my signature lasagna today, so stop trying to give my old man a heart attack, okay?”

“Wait. Is this Willis?” The fairy's eyes narrow and he looks at the cloaked dark figure with disapproval.

"No, another jerk. B has a problem with adoptions and that's the reason I'm now part of his brood." Jason reluctantly explains. "He literally dragged me off the streets without consent after I tried to take the tires off his car."

“Oh my Ancients, he did what?! But you're mine! He had no right to steal you.” Danny indignantly rustled the leaves of the closest trees.

“I prefer to be considered as my own man, thank you very much.”

“Riiight…but still, speaking absolutely one hundred percent theoretically, who would you rather stay with, darling? If only you were mine~”

“Ja-..Don't let yourself be fooled, Red Hood. You can't trust him. Ten or even fifty years spent on a prank don't mean anything to this creature.” Bruce doesn't look happy with how at ease Todd is with the threat, but frankly, he rarely looks happy at all, so the crime lord doesn't attach too much importance to it.

"Wow. Rude. This is partially true, but it still hurts. Jason is a friend. I won't do anything to him and I don't demand anything from him. I can't say that about the rest of you. I was preparing for a long-awaited vacation, and because of your fuss I have a new bunch of paperwork to do. What can you say in your defense?"

The boy with the snow-white hair didn't look really upset, but just because there was still a smile on his face, it couldn't be said that he wasn't furious. Next to fairies, all human senses became enemies, not allies.

Despite the deceptive good-naturedness of merrily fluttering his wings guy, John was on high alert. Short-tempered, playful and obnoxious temperament were both a blessing and a curse when working with these creatures. Fairies skillfully searched for loopholes in contracts and in general were the best deceivers among those who could only tell the truth. Faeries prefer to bend victims to their will with words, but they are skilled users of the magic of nature and chaos. They also, despite the business acumen as strong as the alligator's mouth closing strength, were willing to play cat-and-mouse with those who dared to turn to him for help or just walk near their possessions. And this specimen was also clearly not one of the fairies that Morningstar had taken over control, since his energy reeked of Infinite Realms. Unknown territory. John urgently needs to come up with some ingenious plan to get everyone out of this fighting safe and relatively unscathed and…

“Fuck off, B. I told you he already has my name. If he wanted to hurt me, he would have done it at any time. You should show more respect for your future son-in-law, you know.”

“Jason, honey, since when do street rats hang out with bats?” Danny obviously didn't have much sympathy for the Gotham vigilante before, but because of his story, their chances of getting along tended to zero.

“Oh, come on, don't even start this conversation. What is more important…Who would I rather stay with? Hm…Let's say, um, theoretically, of course…If your fiance was killed by one very very bad cruel clown, what would you do, Stardust?

"I would tear clown molecule by molecule."

“Yes, yes! Right!” Jason pats Danny on the shoulder and turns to Batman. “See, that's how you should have reacted.”

Constantine: …What an Addams family. I'm leaving. I've already seen enough. If you get kidnapped, don't call me. Damn freaks.

Come with me now to see my world

Where there's beauty beyond your dreams

Strangers Like Me - Phil Collins

[balladeerssong]

a piece of me.

| SYNOPSIS | sweet things they do out of love.

| INCLUDING | Albedo, Cyno, Dottore, Kazuha, Tartaglia, Wanderer.

| A/N | posting this draft i've been procrastinating on for a while. Dottore's is the longest lol (can u tell i like him a bit)

𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨 - ᵉˣᵖˡᵃⁱⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡⁱᶜᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˢᵗᵘᵖⁱᵈ.

oh, you don't understand how his latest thesis works? don't worry, he'll explain! he's got just the right vocabulary to translate how all of these messy assumptions and ideas connect. no matter how small your knowledge is when it comes to alchemy, you will understand everything after he's done explaining. he never doubted your ability to understand, either. he believes the key to grasping this kind of knowledge starts with a good, patient teacher.

𝐂𝐲𝐧𝐨 - ˡᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈʷᵉᵃʳ.

walking through the hot desert? strolling on the cold, windy streets? Cyno's headwear is perfect for both. it's kind of like it's infused with magic - cooling you down in the hot weather and providing warmth when it's cold. he never misses any sign of you being a bit too hot or cold. the moment he sees even a drop of sweat on you, or a shiver run down your spine, you'll feel a heavy but comfortable weight on top of your head.

𝐃𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 - ᵐⁱˣⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃˡˡʸ.

i know some might disagree but i think Zandik is gentle with his darling, wether that be out of manipulation, or because he knows how fragile you are. pulling his hand back when you hiss while he's treating you, secluding materials you seem to be allergic to in his lab, having you wear full protective attire when he's experimenting in the same room as you, even if you're not even in the 'danger zone' kind of distance. let's say one day he overhears you complaining to one of your friends about something. acne scars, dry or greasy hair, dark circles under your eyes... he's on it right away. in a few days, you're presented with a container with a mysterious substance in it. it glows slightly, the consistency is somewhere between a cream and liquid, and it has this soft pink colour you've never seen in Dottore's lab... ever. before you can question, he explains where he got the idea, and you can't hold back that fuzzy feeling when you realise he came up with the perfect product just for you! after all, he's very much familiar with your body, he knows exactly what it needs to get rid of the problems at hand.

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 - ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵖᵘˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵍᵉʳˢ' ʷᵃʸ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗʳᵉᵉᵗ.

walks through Inazuma City with Kazuha aren't uncommon. there's so much to do and see, especially under the starry sky. that being said, the people living there also know this, often resulting in crowded streets. walking forward while looking back at Kazuha might not be the smartest idea - but don't worry. he's got you. he holds your hand and gently tugs on it to pull you to the side before you could bump into anyone. he also has this soft, loving smile on his face the whole time.

𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐚 - ᵗᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ.

being loved by Ajax means being loved by his family. his siblings - both younger and older absolutely adore you and see you as a member of their family before you even have a ring on your finger. his parents are also very affectionate towards you, and you can't deny how delicious the hearty, warm snezhnayan meals are that they welcome you with. snowball fights with the youngests and ice fishing are also a must!

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 - ʰᵘˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʸ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳʳᵘᵖᵗ ʸᵒᵘ.

he's already at least slightly annoyed by everyone in the Akademiya. they all seem so full of themselves - and the moment you get interrupted mid-sentence just proves it to him. he doesn't hesitate to threaten ask anyone to shut up while you speak. he couldn't care less about how smart or important they are, his darling was speaking, so they will listen. it doesn't even matter what you're talking about, he simply can't let anyone make you swallow your words.

[violet-eng]

🔞 See you on the other side | Thanos (Choi Su-bong x fem!reader)

I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING IN A LONG TIME, VERY ASHAMED OF HOW BADLY WRITTEN OR BASIC THIS MAY BE.

Anyway, I don't know where this came from, I've had this desire for Choi Seunghyun stuck for like 10 years now, somehow I had to get rid of it. I'm still embarrassed…

Awkward plot, as always, I must add drama because if my life is full of drama then the fanfic just the same.

Summary: Fem reader has cancer, her ex is Subong, who asked her for drugs when she was working at the hospital, she gave them to him because they were for his jet lag and dizziness, but things escalate and she ends up fired and he with some sort of dependency. Anyway, they meet again in the squid game and he tries to fix everything with her because he obviously didn't forget her. And OBVIOUSLY for this first fic we have the typical and respectable BATHROOM SCENE.

Warnings 🔞🔥: mentions of cancer, SEX, SMUT, oral fem receiving, fingering. That…

In this fic, Thanos would be behaving somewhat bottom/sub? Is real life T.O.P a bottom? ask jiyong, enjoyyyyyy but not too much

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Three people down, or perhaps it was four? In situations where one's personal safety is compromised, the finer details can appear insignificant. Your hands and legs trembled, and your entire body was a nervous system susceptible to error and misstep. You felt the acceleration of your heartbeat in your throat and ears, echoing in your head, and perspiration running down your cheekbones, the salty sensation in your mouth.

Your eyes turned to the spot where a figure was jumping carefree, holding the surprise in your chest when you saw Subong in the crowd, your Subong. He looked like a hallucination, hovering among the players, jumping over the corpses with a maniacal grin… drugs… your drugs.

The daily game had reached its end. It was shocking that people had died in such a strange way, and there were many questions to be answered. However, the pain was even more overwhelming because cancer was like that: painful, unbearable without medicine, especially in the current circumstances.

'Señorita' the voice was behind you; you felt his presence, the shadow of his figure enveloping you completely, and the scent of his skin and the dye of his hair brought back precious but bitter memories. How much pain love can endure.

'Su-bong', you whispered, though you thought your voice was firm, the nuance was faint and the volume low.

'My baby! What are you doing here?"His arms abruptly embraced you, drawing you into his body, and your cheek bumped against his chest.You felt that familiar, heady feeling of being protected by him — loved.

Away from the crowd, Subong inspects your face, noticing spots of blood that are not yours and a couple of dark circles under your eyes… nothing else.

'You don't look well,' he says with a grimace.

'I need some,' you say, your breathing heavy, your eyes watering, your gaze beseeching, 'You owe me. I got them for you.'

He does not take you up on your request, nor does he attempt to argue with you, because he knows that is one of the reasons you lost your medical licence.

'Say "Aaah"'.

He brings one of his hands in front of you, a colourful pill between his fingers, and slowly touches your lower lip to make you open your mouth.His fingers enter, and your tongue takes the pill, but habit, treacherous habit, appears and your tongue tastes his fingers. A touch of what you had been.

Your eyes meet his as you both reminisce about the good times you shared during your relationship. When you two were an item, he would gently slide his fingers into your mouth, and within moments, you would be caught up in a passionate embrace, him on top of you, making love from behind while whispering a range of compliments in your ear.

'Better?' he inquires, his fingers gently tracing the lips around your mouth. You nod as the memory fades. You feel as if you've tasted a taste of normality, something you haven't enjoyed in years.

The night after games and food, you feel heavy and lethargic. You sweat and shiver, and you realise that it is a reaction of your body. You had treated several patients like this for years, and the helplessness of becoming one had made you fall into a very dark place, almost abandoning yourself.

"Bathroom" you request one of the guards, but your voice is not as steady as your gaze. The guard declines, and you consider that if you had a pen with you, you would have moved him out of your way, as you did with the insurance agent who had refused to cover your chemotherapy.

"It's urgent. I just want to freshen up" you insist, aware that in your position you can't make demands like that.

‘Hey bro, she has cancer, if it was your sister or your mother would you treat her like this?’ Subong appears at the right moment, after having watched you for a long time, “look at her, she can't even stand up”.

He places his arm around you and shakes you vigorously, as if manipulating a rag doll. His methods are deceptively straightforward, yet his success is unparalleled.Even if you had been in optimal health, he would have still prevailed.

You wash your face and pour water on the back of your neck, observing the reflection in the mirror. Your bruised features bear little resemblance to the respectable oncologist you used to be.

Subong's drugs have effectively mitigated your feelings of rejection, causing all sentiments towards the person in the mirror to dissipate within moments. Although you don't recognize yourself, you feel a sense of rejuvenation, as if returning to a state of strength and painlessness.

Subong approaches you, resting his chin on your shoulder, leaning his hands against the sink. You feel his breath in your ear and the soft brush of his lips on your neck, his kisses below your ear, at the precise spot that makes your skin bristle, reminiscent of their days together.

Subong's voice, husky and subtle, with sweet undertones, asks, "Feeling better?" The enigma that is Subong: he seems impenetrable and stoic when he raps, yet under the stage he is a sensitive and playful creature, always with a striking look and a touch of madness.

"Better," you reply, looking in the mirror and observing the closeness between the two of you, as if time hasn't passed, as if you were never done with him, as if your souls weren't on a tightrope drifting off to who knows where. You experience a sense of longing for him, the intimacy, the warmth of his embrace, the soft rhythm of his breathing, the way his lips cling to your skin without kissing you, as if it causes him discomfort to touch you, as if you were made of porcelain.

"When we make that money, I'll pay for your chemotherapy," he says. His voice is masculine and deep, rough, and his eyes are like fogged glass, intrinsically wounded by your illness as if it were his own.

"What about your debts?" you inquire, turning to him, cradling his face in your hands, him still leaning on the sink behind you.

He bends down to look at you blearily, and with a smirk, almost cartoonishly, he says, "Fuck the debt. I only care about your well-being. I'll see who I'll take his share from."

This provokes laughter from you, which you hadn't experienced in nearly a year. The corners of your lips ache, and the sensation of your cheeks expanding sends shivers down your skin.

Subong remarks, "There it is," as he touches the tip of your nose. "My girl's cute laugh." His fingers trace the contours of your lips, evoking memories on your skin with his touch, and reviving sensations you thought were lost.

He knows how to make you feel good, how to tease you, and how to be gentle because he knows your body wouldn't be able to handle it if he used all his strength.It's like when you went to the bars -the body remembers, so you move naturally from soft kisses and panting to one of the cubicles.

Your pants are on the floor, your underwear is around one of your ankles, and you are sitting on the toilet seat.Subong is skilled at rapping, which allows his tongue to glide with delight. He breathes softly as he holds his face between your legs.His fingers glide up your thighs, tracing ancient marks with his thumbs, while his tongue paints your velvety walls with his devotion.

You intertwine your fingers in his hair, your head thrown back, your eyes rolling back as the combination of drugs and his adept tongue takes hold. You hear him emit a low, throaty sound as you discreetly disengage from his grasp and press his face against yours, his nose brushing against your sensitive area.

You inhale his scent, the rhythm of your heart accelerating, and you feel the warmth of his fingers between your legs. His fingers begin to brush against your folds, and you recognize the familiarity of this touch.

"I don't think I can bear it," you whisper, pulling him away from you. Your hands are in his hair, your eyes fixed on his, which are black and smiling as his tongue wipes his chin. His tanned skin is glistening with the crystals of your juices.

"I promise to be gentle. I will make you feel good, baby." The dichotomy of sweetness of his face and the naughtiness of his fingers exploring your womanhood plunges you into an unknown territory somewhere between amusement and discretion.He enjoys seeing the way you squirm at his touch, at his fingers delving inside you and roaming over formerly dominated territory.

He swiftly locates your sensitive areas, his fingers pressing firmly into your body. His fingers disappear into your ecstasy, and you begin to rhythmically shake your hips, in harmony with the intruders testing your last reserves of sanity.

"So… ohhh-"

Subong looks at you satisfied as you begin to chant incoherently. He has always loved to please you, and that's why he has been so devoted to your body, learning every nook and cranny and experimenting with his movements to achieve the perfect reaction of your being, which is now destroyed under his fingers.

"More," you moan, gripping his shoulders with your nails, and he, your devoted instrument of pleasure, takes you to the edge of losing yourself in your own pleasure, of feeling every electric fiber of your body.

"Don't hold back."The rough voice and soft tongue are in full effect, and you can feel your body responding with heightened sensation. Your voice is almost a scream, your teeth holding back your lips, and your shoulders tensing as it reaches its peak, and then it explodes inside you. You exhale hard, your legs wrapping around his head, your hands in his hair, almost tearing out his locks.

"Shit," he laughs, as you shudder and catch your breath. "When you heal, I'll do you better. I promise." He rises to kiss you, his tongue touching the roof of your mouth, and your own taste bathes your tongue.

"How did you know I had cancer?" you know this is not the time to ask, and yet you do.He smiles over your lips as he kisses you.

"When I went to see you at the hospital, they told me you had been arrested by the police for stabbing an insurance agent during your chemotherapy," he says over you, proud as he wipes traces of saliva from your chin.

"You knew my medical license had been taken away. Why did you look for me at the hospital?"

"I wanted to beg your forgiveness. I would ask one of your old friends for her phone to call you, you would have answered them," he said, kneeling down to pull your panties up.

"I am sorry I blocked your number."

"It's all in the past," he says, smiling up from the floor and wiping his lip with his thumb. "It was good," he continues, "when we get out of here, you can unblock me."

"Do you believe we'll survive this?" you pull up your pants and escort him out of the cubicle.

"I'm not certain of anything, but if anything happens, I'll see you on the other side," he says, taking your hand in his and stroking the back of your skin.

"See you on the other side…"

[budzdorovanatasha]

ooo could we get a fic with Nat being forcibily quarantined due to horrendous cold which shes totally denying she has, R is assigned duty to look after her?

It's a bit short, but I hope you like it! :))

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"I'm not sick," your girlfriend huffed, crossing her arms and giving a congested sniffle.

"Mhmm, of course not," you agreed, pushing her gently in the direction of her suite.

"Well then why-"

"Because we are just going to spend some quality time together," you interrupted, fingers trailing down the length of her back soothingly as you walked. She didn't say anything, knowing you were just forcing her to rest and recover.

When she'd entered the kitchen that morning, things hadn't exactly gone as Natasha had planned. She'd sniffled and sneezed her way through breakfast (seventeen times to be exact), got thrown in a coughing fit, and had used up the entire box of tissues.

Tony had shouted 'Quarantine!' and well, you kind of agreed. One, you wanted nothing more than to actually care for your poor girlfriend. And two, the Avengers had a pretty big mission scheduled for the following week, and if everyone came down with what Nat had, it would not go very well. You were fine if you got sick, but the entire team was a definite no.

So, here you were, guiding your very sick girlfriend to her suite.

"So, you're not sick, but maybe we could just have a relaxing day in bed? We never get to do that anymore," you fake-whined. Nat could never say no to you and your puppy-dog eyes so she nodded, clearing her throat.

"Tea?" you asked innocently. Her eyes narrowed.

"I want something warm, but no coffee," you shrugged.

"Sure, then."

You nearly rolled your eyes. The woman was mature when it came to everything but being sick.

Her breath caught and three stifled sneezes were sent into her shoulder.

"Bless you." You had wanted to say so much more, to run over there and pull her into your arms and tell her to let them out until she had rid herself of the horrendous cold, but that wouldn't go over well, so you settled for the simple, common response.

"Thank you."

Well, at least she acknowledged that. When you'd first met Natasha, she wouldn't even acknowledge that she had sneezed.

"Tea's done," you murmured, moving over to the bed where Nat had removed the decorate pillows and made room for the two of you to relax, the bed tray up and ready for the mugs.

You climbed in next to her, barely allowing any space between the two of you. That was how you both liked it, close, protected, and warm.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," you responded softly, setting the mugs down. "What should we watch?"

"Whatever you want," Nat answered. You glanced at her, taking in the glassy eyes, red nose, dark circles under her eyes, and flushed cheeks. She'd probably fall asleep fifteen minutes in, if she let herself.

"Casablanca?"

That was never a wrong move in your girlfriend's book, and she nodded, leaning into you and pulling the covers snugly around your laps.

You'd made it five minutes into the movie before she just couldn't ignore her twitching nose anymore. She suddenly sat up and pulled herself away from you, hiding her nose behind her hands as her breath hitched.

"H'h-htsch! T'tch! Hutsshoo!"

Natasha stayed there for a moment, seemingly not quite sure if she was done. Your hand found her back, a soothing, comforting presence for her.

"n'tsch!"

"Bless you," you offered quietly.

"Thank you," she sighed, pulling a tissue from the box on her nightstand. When she settled back into you, you chewed your lower lip.

"Baby?" you whispered.

"Mmm?"

"Do you maybe not feel well?"

It was quiet for a moment. You thought she might not answer, so you tried again. "Natasha-"

"I think I may have a cold."

It was quiet, barely said, but it was enough.

"Oh, baby, let's get you better," you murmured. You pressed your lips to her temple and relief washed over you when the air around her seemed to settle as she relaxed further into you.

[morehotch]

[7:23 AM]

aaron x gn + bau! reader, reader taking care of sick aaron

you knew when jack caught a stomach bug from school last week that inevitably either you or aaron would get sick afterwards. but you were especially worried about aaron; he already rarely lets himself rest or slow down. he's stubborn and even though you both saw his early symptoms of fatigue and headaches, aaron ignored it and pushed through for a few days as you both focused on taking care of jack.

but this morning, when he wakes up groggy and sweaty after being restless all night and it’s official; your incredibly lovely but intense and determined and dedicated husband was sick.

you thought it went without saying aaron now needed- deserved, some old fashioned tlc and chicken noodle soup. but you should’ve known better, you walk into the bathroom and catch aaron attempting to button up his white collared shirt, turning to look for a tie, trying to get ready for work.

he looks pale and the dark circles under his eyes make you walk quickly into the closet, standing between him and his impressively large tie collection.

"no," you say sternly, still with a small pout.

"honey," aaron says weakly with a sigh and you shake your head, now equally determined as your husband.

"honey," you repeat, “please, you're sick. you need to take care of yourself."

as expected, aaron looks incredibly unconvinced as you cross your arms over your chest, "you would never let me go into work like this, why can't you give yourself the same care and compassion?" you run a hand up and down his arm, hating how warm his skin felt.

he frowns, eyebrows furrowed like he's trying to think of a rebuttal but you continue, “i'll take jack to school and call the team. we both can stay home.”

aaron’s frown only deepens, “no, no don't stay home because of me."

"you would do the same for me,” you argue, knowing aaron would immediately call out of work at the slightest aliment you faced; proven by a few months ago when you sprained your ankle and aaron insisted on you propping your leg up in bed and waiting on you, tenderly nursing your not very injured leg back to health.

you smile at the memory as you hear the soft footsteps of jack. "daddy," he calls, wandering into your room, poking his head into the bathroom.

aaron smiles immediately at the site of his son in his adorable dinosaur pajamas- his recent obsession and your most recent purchase. jack finally felt better after a few days of you, aaron, and jess took turns to care for him.

"i'm sorry i got you sick," he mumbles sadly, struggling to wrap his arms gently around aaron's legs.

he looks down, running a hand gently through jack’s bed head, "oh buddy, this isn't your fault.“

“the mean stomach bug just found a way into our house, but we're going to get rid of him,” you promise and jack giggles at your explanation before running off to get ready for school, excited with your promise of discussing dinosaurs with you in the car on the way there.

by now, aaron seems to have accepted his not so bad fate of being taken care of by you today as he slowly unbuttons his collared shirt, turning to find a simple t-shirt.

“can we at least video conference in at some point?” he sighs and you laugh knowingly, considering aaron, you decide that's a pretty good comrpomise.

“deal,” you smile, coming into the closet, hugging him from behind and kissing his bare shoulder gently. “go back to bed,” you murmur, “i’ll be back soon.”

when you come back from dropping jack off, you find case files perched precariously on his nightstand and aaron back in his pajamas, flipping through crime scene photos for your current case.

you place your sick day essentials on your nightstand; a bottle of gatorade, mutiple medicines, and a thermometer- that when you run it over aaron's forehead, reads a considerably high fever.

"no crime scene photos allowed when you have a fever, new house rule," you smile at aaron’s small pout, trading the gruesome photos for some tylenol.

you settle back into bed with him after calling penelope and explaining the situation, passing the phone over and letting aaron weakly give an agenda for today.

you kiss his forehead, running your hand through his hair that's getting a little longer- to your own secret excitement. you get comfortable, and instead of settling in your usual spot with your back against your chest; you pull aaron gently into your own, throwing an arm across his waist, rubbing up and down soothingly.

"you're gonna get sick," he murmurs but you smile into the crook of his neck. "worth it,” you whisper, “i love taking care of you.”

after lunch, he finally falls asleep as you hold him loosely, finally looking relaxed and peaceful.

when you have to leave to get jack from school and he’s still sleeping, you decide to let him sleep and not wake him up. aaron rarely gets enough sleep, ever. you think he definitely deserves this.

however, that means the afternoon video conference that aaron mentioned to an unconvinced penelope doesn’t happen.

but aaron doesn’t wake up mad, blinking as he discovers jack nestled in his side, grinning when he realizes his dad is awake, thrusting a bright get well card he made at school today into his hands.

aaron handles it with such care as he turns to look for you, smiling when you walk into your bedroom.

“sorry i didn’t wake you up for that afternoon meeting, you looked so comfortable,” you explain sheepishly and aaron only shrugs, tugging a giggling jack into his arms.

“oh yeah, don’t worry honey, i didn’t feel up to that anyway,” he smiles and you can’t help your immediate grin as aaron continues with so much sincerity that even after so many years together he still makes your cheeks flush, “thanks for encouraging me today, thank you for being you, baby.”

[nooneelsecomesclose17]

Prompt: John somehow convinced Vic it wouldn’t be a good idea for Rob to stay with her. Aaron sees Robert sleeping rough with loads of cans around him, and it’s cold.

Aaron was just finishing off his run, contemplating dropping into the pub for a quick pint before heading home as John was off on some training course for the night, and he didn't fancy sitting at home on his own all night.

He was cold even though it was meant to be summer, maybe he'd grab a burger while he was in there, if Marlon hadn't fallen out with Moira again over her meat supply and taken them off the menu. Had nearly caused a riot the last time so hopefully his mum would put a stop to it if he tried again.

He decides to run up the hill to the pavilion and back just to finish off when he spots someone. As he gets closer he can see them trying to force the door open.

"Oi!" He sprints the rest of the way and nearly falls over in shock when he sees that it's Robert. "Rob?"

"Go away Aaron."

"Not until you tell me why you're trying to break into the cricket pavilion."

"Every man needs a hobby."

"Are you trying to get yourself sent back inside again!"

"Gonna report me?"

"Don't be daft. Come on, what are you doing?" His eyes roam over him, he looks terrible. Even in the low light he can see the dark circles under his eyes, his hair is flat like it was in his worst days after being shot. Then he sees the bags shoved into the shadows, the four pack of lager and what he thinks is a bottle of some kind poking out and his heart breaks. "Are you...Robert, were you going to sleep in here?"

"No."

"I thought you were at Vic's." She'd gone backwards and forwards for ages on it, saying the place would be too crowded, but then Kerry had moved out to help Eric and she'd changed her mind. He'd kept out of it then, it was none of his business anymore.

"Yeah well. She changed her mind." Now he knows he can hear in his voice that he's been drinking and he hates it. Robert's been drunk before, they both have, but not like this, and he feels like he's out of his depth. It shouldn't be his problem, not any more, but when has he ever been able to walk away from him.

"Well you can't sleep in there. It's freezing! Don't know what's happened to the weather lately." He shook his head, what was he doing, having a nice chat about the weather when Robert was in front of him, apparently homeless. "What happened with Vic?"

"She said it wasn't working. Think she's fed up with me now she's got a newer model in her life. Probably been in her ear about getting rid of me ever since I got back."

"Are you talking about John? He wouldn't. Anyway why would Vic even listen to him, she loves you. You know she does."

"Funny way of showing it. Now are you going to go so I can wallow in my new living quarters?"

"Fat chance." He takes a deep breath, making a decision that he was very likely going to regret in the morning. "Come back to mine."

"What's Johnny boy going to think about that?" Aaron sees the spark of something in his eyes though, he wants to. It would be pathetic on anyone else, the hope in his eyes, but it's just Robert.

"He's away for the night. You coming with me or not? Cos if not I'll be going for my pint."

"Doesn't look like I've got any choice does it, unless you're going to pick this lock for me. You always were better at that stuff than me."

"Just bring your stuff."

Robert's quiet as they're walking back, he leads him back via the play area rather than by the pub, he'd rather his family didn't see him, he'd never hear the end of it. Not that he's doing anything wrong, anyone would do the same if they found someone out in the cold.

When they get back he leaves Robert staring round the flat as he flicks the kettle on, both because he's cold and because it might help sober Robert up.

"How come you live here?"

"I left, after Liv, gave Vinny the house and he sold it to my uncle, the new one, not Cain. When I came back I was... let's say messed up a bit, and told him I was living here whether he liked it or not."

"It's interesting."

"Yeah? Well you should see downstairs then. I thought your taste was bad." He hands him a mug watches with a wince as he cradles it to him. "Rob..."

"Don't, Aaron, please. I wish you hadn't seen me like this."

"I could kill Vic. What was she thinking?"

"Like I said..."

"Yeah yeah. Even if John had told her she didn't have to listen did she? You can't live in the pavilion Robert. For one thing you need an address for your probation."

"You offering?"

He sits opposite him, "Surely you can afford the B&B for a bit, til you find your feet? You had savings before..."

"It's gone." He looks up at him. "The appeal cost money Aaron and i'd already put aside a load for Seb, for Liv. So...unless you can magic up a money tree I'm all out of ideas."

He blinks back tears before Robert can see. He might not want Robert in his life anymore but seeing him like this, with nothing and no one is too much.

"Well...tonight you're stayin' here. The sofa's a bit crap but it's comfy enough, and tomorrow we'll work something out." If John found out there'd be hell to pay but right this second he didn't care.

"I don't want to cause trouble..."

"Well that'd be a first." He's happy that he gets a bit of a laugh out of him. "It's fine. We'll sort something in the morning and no one needs to know do they? I'll get you some blankets and that, you look knackered."

When he's found the bedding and a pillow he goes back to the living room to find Robert already asleep. He covers him gently with the blanket and goes back to the bedroom sinking down onto the bed with a sigh. He should call Vic, but the thing with Vic is, once she's made up her mind she's got all the Sugden stubbornness, and really it's not exactly good for Robert to be somewhere he's not wanted. He has one other idea though, good or bad, it might just work.

"Hey Mack, it's me. Is there still a spare room at yours?"

[fatuismooches]

Sobbing rn I just got hit with the cutest hurt/comfort idea for fragile!reader and Dottore

(The hurt in this instance is just fragile!reader's self deprecating inner monologue 😭)

What if reader was the sort who fussed over their appearance a lot? In the Akademiya they wouldn't be caught dead with dark circles under their eyes or having their hair messy.

Even if they did pull all nighters for a project, they always found time to put just a little bit of make-up on to lighten up their eyebags, and always had a simple yet neat hairstyle in mind in times they're in a rush.

They might be perishing from all the studies and assignments but they're going to look good doing it!

This made Reader and Zandik an even odder pair in the Akademiya. Reader who is always neat and in style, versus Zandik who just spent the whole night taking apart a ruin guard somewhere in Avidya Forest until the sun rose and he showed up as is.

That was one of the features Zandik found 'annoying' about Reader before they got together. Like - ugh they're so bubbly and energetic! They're running around everywhere and they're so chatty! Them with their— nice hair! And— pretty eyes, and those robes that actually fit them as if they were tailored! How pretentious of them— (he was down bad. Bro was coping with anger to bat away the feels)

But of course, that was all in the past. In the present, Reader can't take care of their appearance anymore. They couldn't even pick up a hairbrush, their joints ached horribly, they don't have the strength to hold something so light, they don't have the energy to do the basic care of untangling the strands of hair either.

They can't stand looking at their own reflection. That sense of 'wrongness' they couldn't fix, what they couldn't hide. How desperately they wanted to put just a little bit of blush at least, to give their skin some life with how sickeningly pale it was, no longer warm and saturated as it used to be.

They can't look at their eyes either. The greying, sagging bags beneath their lids was a taunt. No amount of sleep would get rid of them.

They can't wear outfits that were too elaborate. Their temperature fluctuated too much, a deathly cold beneath their skin, then a sudden spike in heat as if they were being scorched by the desert sun. They have to wear basic garments, comfortable without hindering layers to slow down their daily check-ups.

Reader is thankful for the segments caring for them, they really are. A segment brushing their hair while talking to them is a highlight of their day.

But... it wasn't the same.

Of course it wouldn't be, the segments were carers, nor stylists.

Still, the fact that they had no control over their appearance and presentation had their mental state withering.

Dottore noticed this. How withdrawn his dear had become. They had their days of silence, yes... but this was more sombre than usual.

He concludes that their illness was flaring up again, and that they were masking their pain instead of consulting with him. He comes to their room of course, his current duties be damned (not that he could've been productive even if he had wanted to, the Segments were restless and shrinking away from their tasks, their darling's current disposition bothered them.)

Opening the door slightly to enter, he sees them blankly staring at their reflection, prodding a finger on their prominent eyebags, rubbing their cheek to see if it would redden.

Ah... how could he had forgotten that. They were once very particular of how they looked. He should have known this possibility, witnessing their own sickly reflection would be distressing...

[The Crow visits a certain Dove. Despite how stiff and vague the Doctor had been with his words, the Damsalette only tittered in understanding, and imparted the knowledge he was seeking.]

The next day, Reader is sat on their vanity, waiting for a Segment to tend to them (always with a little bit of struggle to walk in the morning, but it's the least they could do to be less of an inconvenience already.)

The minutes tick by... he's late. Did something happen?

More time goes by, and they become more worried. They were about to get up and search before the door creaks open.

Zandik...? And he's carrying a... why does he have a bag?

They have plenty of questions. Why the late arrival? What was in the bag? Why was Zandik himself here?

Before they could ask all of this, however, he sets the small bag down on the vanity. He riffles through it... are those make-up brushes?

Wait, make-up?

The next half-hour was spent in stunned silence for Reader's part, Zandik was silent as well out of careful concentration. Gently applying everything, his touch on the brush strokes and blending soft... applying gloss on their lips.

Once Zandik moves on to their hair, they finally catch a glimpse of their reflection. Their cheeks were rosey, the dark circles under their eyes concealed, their lips no longer appearing dry, and instead plump and shimmering.

Oh.

... they almost looked like the way they were before their illness.

Almost.

But it was enough.

(Reader tries so hard not to cry. Fighting back tears, not wanting to ruin the make-up Zandik so diligently applied. Once Zandik was finished with their hair... they may have hiccuped a little bit.)

They may no longer have that upbeat energy they once boasted... but it was comforting to see their old reflection once again. It had been far too long.

You know, I really love this ask because my whole life I've pretty much never used make-up even though I want to so having Dottie do it for me heals me a bit. Also, I'm not very knowledgeable on it so apologies if anything is wrong. Okay, I'm done. 🤏

In all honesty, Dottore was never one to care much for outward looks but he has to admit that you still always manage to look good despite all of the work from school plus all of the work you help with for his experiments, plus... literally everything life throws at you. Yet you still bounce back like it was nothing. The scholar still had not discovered your secret to this yet despite observing you for so long, which furthered his interest in you even though he didn't admit it.

Zandik did maintain his appearance, to an extent of course as he didn't go out of his way to look great, but nothing compared to the effort you put in. So while he did look presentable most of the time, there have been quite a few times you made him late to class because there was no way you were going to let him out looking like that. You don't regret it, even when you get weird looks from the other students. Being 'odd' with your equally as odd lover was nothing to worry about, in your humble opinion.

Although Zandik couldn't hope to understand your strange nature, always mumbling under his breath about you while you laughed at his comments, he also couldn't help but enjoy being around you. You kept him on his toes (your words, not his.)

Unfortunately, this nature and style of yours gradually dissipated into nothing when your illness struck. At first, you refused to accept it, pushing yourself to do what you usually did but soon enough you realized that it simply wasn't going to work out. You had all these tools and resources and options in front of you but you couldn't use them anymore. The self-consciousness only grew more and more each day as you struggled to see yourself as beautiful - struggled to see yourself as a person Dottore would find beautiful.

Of course, your gratitude to the segments couldn't be properly expressed or put into words. You quite literally wouldn't be here without them. However, it is still incredibly demoralizing to be unable to do what you once loved. You really did love them, but... it wasn't enough.

Dottore, despite spending much time in his lab or elsewhere, still kept tabs on you of course. Not just as your doctor, but as your lover, it was important. He had seen you at your lowest numerous times before, comforting you through the worst moments, and he was angered - not at you of course, but rather at himself for being unable to do anything that would be enough for you. Yet he continued, even when you hid yourself from him.

This time, however, maybe the scientist could do a bit more. He doesn't particularly... approve of the Third, or your "friend", but she's far more knowledgeable in this area than he'll ever be. Thankfully, she didn't tease him too much, knowing of your current state.

Dottore had never been one to take much interest in your make-up or style, preferring to simply watch as you worked your magic. So seeing him walk in with make-up makes you think you're still dreaming. (You remember laughing at his segment's various fashion tastes when you woke up though.)

The questions die on your lips the moment he lays everything out and the soft brush tickles your face, not to mention how he's obviously inexperienced yet he's still doing a good job. A part of you aren't surprised because of course he'd be skilled at most things, but still, you thought Celestia would sooner fall on Teyvat than Dottore do your make-up for you. Slowly, you watch as he transforms your face into something that was once dearly familiar.

It's not the same. It may never be. But it's more than enough for you, to revisit the old days that you loved so much. You fear you may cry full-on if you speak, so a simple kiss on your husband's face will have to do.

But regardless of what you look like, no matter how much your body and looks will change, Zandik will always view you as the most beautiful creation on this planet.

[tsunami-of-tears]

Healing Hands

Poly+ ACOTAR Week 2024 - Day 2 (Comfort)

Cazriel x Healer Reader

Summary: When Azriel and Cassian require healing, they can always rely on their friend, Y/N, to help them out.

Pairing Masterlist

Wordcount: 1.6K

Warnings: injury/illness; slight angst; mostly fluff.

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Reader

When you first saw Azriel, cloaked in shadows, you thought death had finally come for you. 

Instead, he offered you a new chance at life. 

You couldn't help but develop a little crush. Gods, he was so handsome. Attractive and kind - you were done for. 

And then there was Cassian. He was so easy to get along with, the two of you were fast friends, especially with the amount of injuries the male received. 

You wondered if he was doing it on purpose, as a way to spend more time with you. You shake your head, trying to rid the thought from your mind. ‘Don’t be silly, why would he do that when his job requires him to be in peak physical condition?’ 

You managed to stay professional, for the most part. Cassian made it very hard with all of his flirting. You quickly realised it helped to take his mind off the pain while you were healing him. So, taking a holistic approach, you joined in on his games to help him through it. 

Azriel, on the other hand, was always on his best behaviour. You got to see a side of him that’s usually kept hidden behind his shadows. A soft side. The two of you would talk and talk while you patched him up. You’d chat about everything, new books, music, that new bakery by the Sidra that made the most divine cakes…

Getting on with Cassian and Azriel was easy. What wasn’t easy was battling your growing feelings for both of them. 

————

You’re working on restocking your salves and tonics, humming a song from your village as you grind magical herbs together. You’re interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. “Come in,” you say cheerily, stepping away from the work to greet your visitor. 

The door opens and Cassian enters your small clinic with a bright pink nose and red, puffy eyes. “Y/N, I think I’m dying,” he sniffles. 

You move closer and press your hand against Cassian’s forehead, letting your powers diagnose him.

“I’ve seen you with far worse ailments than allergies, Cassian.”

“You try not being able to breathe and see how you like it,” he responds.

“Take a seat, I was just finishing up a tonic that will help.” You gesture towards the stool on the other side of your workstation and you go back to mixing the tonic. Cassian watches you working in unusual silence. The only sounds in the room are the grinding of your mortar and pestle and the occasional sneeze. 

“Remind me to stock up on this if we ever visit Spring,” you smile, handing Cassian the glass vial. He downs the amber liquid in one big gulp. Within minutes his symptoms start to wane. Cassian stands and lifts you into a big hug, spinning you around. 

“Thank you, you’re a lifesaver, Y/N.” Cassian beams, planting a loud kiss on the top of your head as he sets you on your feet. 

You laugh in response to his affection. “It’s nothing,” you say.

You both turn at the sound of a male cough. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Azriel drawls. 

“Just saving Cassian’s life. Again,” you wink.

“Thanks again Y//N.” Cassian kisses you on the cheek on his way out of the clinic, leaving you alone with the shadow singer.

You scan Azriel’s face. He’s got dark circles under his eyes and a haunted look on his face.

“What can I help you with, Az?” you ask.

“Just some scrapes, I’ve become such a baby since you’ve been around,” he smiles but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. 

“It’s always my pleasure to help.” You turn to look through your jars of salves, grabbing one with numbing properties. 

You turn towards Azriel, motioning for him to take a seat. You grab his hand, your powers doing a quick scan - you can sense he has some minor scraps on his knuckles, but he’s also got something wrong in his chest - your powers can't quite determine what it is. 

You do your best to keep the concern from your face as you start to work the salve into his knuckles. Azriel shuts his eyes as you massage his hands. 

“Az,” you say softly, approaching the topic hesitantly, “is there anything else I should know about?”

He opens his eyes, looking into yours, “like what? I’m fine,” he says.

“You haven't had any pain elsewhere?” You push.

“No, why would I?”

“Well, I don't want to alarm you but my magic has never been wrong before. It’s detected something other than these scrapes…” You point towards his chest, right over his heart, “There’s something wrong here.”

Azriel exhales through his nose, “Oh, that. It’s nothing I can’t handle.’”

You frown at the male, sighing. Illyrians were a stubborn breed, you decided. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

Azriel nods and leaves your clinic, leaving you wondering what worries plague him and what you can do to help. 

————

Azriel continues to mope around for a few days, the dark circles never leaving his face. Not even Mor can get him to smile.

With your worries only increasing, you turn to Rhys and Feyre for some answers. 

You explain what you felt to Rhys, that you knew something was wrong but you couldn’t tell what.

Rhys props his chin on his hand pensively, “Azriel has always had his demons, thank you for bringing this to my attention. Just keep monitoring him and try to get him to talk. I know he feels fondly for you, it may just take him time to open up.” 

You nod, taking in the High Lord’s words. 

Feyre gives you a reassuring shoulder squeeze, “He’ll be alright. He’s got you.”

You give her a meek smile and exit the office, on your way to try and cheer up your friend.

————

“Az!” you call out in the House of Wind, “Where are you?”

He appears down the hall, a flurry of shadows swirling around him and towards you. “Yes, Y/N?” 

“Can you please give me a lift to the city? I’ve got a few things to pick up, and I’m craving something from that bakery.”

Azriel nods, “Sure, are you ready to go now?”

“Sure am, lead the way.”

He scoops you up into his arms like he did the day he rescued you and launches into the sky. The wind rushes past your face and you scream out in joy, loving the exhilarating feeling of soaring through the air. You wrap your arms tighters around Azriel’s neck as he starts to descend.

You land and he places you down gently. ‘Thank you, kind sir,” you say, curtsying. Azriel rolls his eyes but can’t fight the smile creeping onto his face.

You grab his hand and break into a skip down the street, triumphant over your small win - getting a grin out of the spymaster. 

Azriel follows after you, listening intently as you chatter away animatedly. 

As you exit a shop selling different apothecary ingredients you spy a busker on the street playing the fiddle. 

“Oh Az, will you dance with me?” 

Azriel pauses, observing the crowd before taking your extended hand in his. The two of you dance clumsily in the street, letting the music flow through your body. 

As the musician hits the crescendo, Azriel lifts you into the air and spins with you while you laugh loudly and unabashed. When he places you on your feet you notice a small crowd has gathered, they break into applause for both you and the fiddler as the song ends. 

You take Azriel’s hand and make him bow with you. He smiles and shakes his head but humours you. You tip the busker generously and give him a small wave as you continue down the street, still holding onto Azriel’s hand. 

As you approach your favourite bakery - Azriel’s mood has lightened. You can still feel the pain but it has lessened significantly. 

————

With your treats in hand, you make your way to the Sidra and lean against the wrought iron banister edging the river. 

Azriel said he’d get whatever you did - so you opted for two huge brownies with a generous dusting of icing sugar on top.

“These look so good,” you gush, grinning madly at Azriel. 

The slice of cake is so thick that your nose brushes it as you take a bite. You cover your mouth as you chew and swallow. 

“That is amazing,” you moan, turning to Azriel. “How is yours?”

Azriel takes one look at you - with sugar on your nose and chocolate in your teeth and bursts into a deep laugh.

“It’s brilliant, but how have you already made such a mess?” 

“What do you mean?” You ask, “Is there something on my face?” 

“Here let me.” He reaches up and brushes your nose softly, wiping away the sugar. “It’s still all in your teeth though.”

“I’m saving that for later,” you say with a wink and the two of you burst out laughing again. 

Standing so close to Azriel, you can’t help but admire his gorgeous face. And his eyes - there are less shadows in them. 

“Thank you for today,” Azriel says quietly, brushing a stray hair out of your face. “You’re good at that.”

“Good at what?”

“Knowing what I need.” He smiles, “Come on,” he beckons with his head, “Let's get back home before you make more of a mess of yourself.”

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Tags ♡ @littlestw01f @impossibelle @dream-alittlebiggerdarling @the-wall-willow @xasael @lilah-asteria @saltedcoffeescotch @mybestfriendmademe

[hellwantfuckme]

want to stay the night?

summary: after a nightmare, Azriel only wishes be at home, almost unconsciously he ends up where he feels most at home.

warnings: fluff, nightmare

author's note: happy new year everyone! What better way to start the year mixing Azriel and some fluff. Hope you like it :)

Eclipse had never given herself the privilege of contemplating how much things had changed. Perhaps she had never had time to do so. There had always been one event after another, one problem after another. The orange glow of the candles provided just enough light for her to vaguely distinguish one thing or two, and she didn't want any more light.

She just sighed, sinking into her bed, trying to refocus on the words written in the book on her lap. As she had been trying to do for about an hour, and naturally, she couldn't. About two hours ago, a suffocating feeling had settled in her chest, irrationally. Followed by a panic that had her heart racing, as if something was terribly wrong.

But she couldn't say what, she couldn't get an explanation. Sometimes, after a lot of coffee, she felt anxious. That was the excuse she tried to come up with, but it was four in the morning, and with the House of Wind refusing to give her more than two cups of coffee a day, it didn't make much sense. Eclipse rubbed her chest, as if she wanted to get rid of the discomfort that had taken root there.

Sounds of footsteps, too heavy to be Nesta's, and too clumsy for Eclipse to identify if they were from Cassian or Azriel, sounded from the hallway, and stopped at her door. Before Eclipse could ask herself any questions, two soft knocks sounded on her door.

Dark irregularities, breaking the peace, seemed to warp the air, seeped under her door, the shadows of Azriel, Eclipse quickly recognized. And she had the unsettling feeling that they were watching her closely.

Eclipse pulled the quilt off her legs, getting out of bed. She walked to the door and opened it, clear doubt on her sharp features.

Her eyebrows raised at what she had in front of her, not because of Azriel, but because of his state. His skin was covered by a thin, very thin layer of sweat. His messy onyx hair, as if he had run his hands through it a couple of times. Dark circles adorned his eyes, a worrying dark color. The tension in his shoulders was obvious, the wings tightly folded, pressed against his back. And there was a gleam in his frenzied, desperate hazel eyes that made her chest tighten in concern.

"Azriel." Eclipse called, daring to put her own hand on top of Azriel's.

"What's wrong?" concern rang clear in her voice. Her eyebrows furrowed gently.

Azriel seemed to snap out of the frenzy he had been in, tensing up again. He withdrew his hands from her face, standing to his full height, the tension returning. Her skin felt cold without the warm contact; Eclipse had the impulse to take his hand and put it back on her face. She stopped before she could fully form the thought, but she didn't miss how he hid his hands behind his back.

Her shoulders slumped, for a moment Eclipse feared she was too transparent with her feelings, for a moment she feared showing too much of the sadness she felt at witnessing that act.

"I'm sorry," he said, little more than an embarrassed murmur.

Eclipse shook her head and forced her limbs to move, and to look away, because, for a second, she felt like she could get lost looking at him, trying to decipher how to wipe the embarrassment from his tone, how to let him know, without being too obvious, that the scars on his hands were not something to be ashamed of, and certainly not something to hide from her. She took a step back, leaving enough room for him to enter, a silent invitation. Offering any kind of comfort she could offer him at this moment.

Azriel entered, without exchanging any words, though Eclipse noticed the way Azriel's shadows hid on his back, swirl around his wings. She closed the door and gathered courage to ask softly, gently:

"Are you okay?" Although it was obvious he wasn't, Eclipse asked.

Azriel's chest rose slightly as he filled his lungs with air and let out a sigh through his nose, his gaze wandering slowly around the room. Stopping to look at the bookshelf filled with books and some others stacked in corners, or on the desk, before looking at her again.

He lowered his chin, a slight nod. She just looked at him, fixated on the tension in his shoulders. Eclipse licked her lips, as if she wanted to say something more, but, in reality, she had nothing to say, nothing to offer if she didn't know, in the first place, why Azriel was there.

"Was it a nightmare?" Eclipse asked, Azriel nodded again, something changed in his eyes, in the difficult-to-read stoic expression, a subtle hint of fear. It seemed like he was recalling whatever he had dreamed about. And if he seemed remotely comfortable before, now he just seemed tense again. Eclipse knew it was better not to press on the subject, to ask what the nightmare had been about. This man had five hundred years on her, it could be about anything.

Before she realized what she was doing, Eclipse stepped closer until she was mere millimeters from him, her eyes at his clavicle level, she leaned her neck gently to look into his eyes. His were already on her, and her heart skipped a beat. His scent, cedar and mist, filled her lungs. It surrounded her like a warm blanket, she blinked, looking around, deciding.

She then tiptoed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling his body gently toward hers. She hugged him lightly, a grip that could hardly be called a grip, an invitation to step away if he did not feel comfortable, if he did not want to. Or maybe just a test of her doubts about it.

Azriel remained still. A second, two. Eclipse was about to step away, the proof of shame appearing on her cheeks and tinting them. But before she could step away and, well, face this, Azriel wrapped his huge arms around her waist, hugging her tightly. Eclipse was surprised but her own hug tightened on his shoulders, her chin against his shoulder as she felt Azriel burying his face in the hollow of her neck.

Eclipse held back a sigh.

The tip of his nose swept across her exposed skin, Eclipse felt how he subtly inhaled, and his arms tightened around her.

Eclipse was sure he felt her racing heart against his own, and when the tip of his nose swept across the skin above her pulse, she was more than sure. But he didn't let go, he hugged her as if he wasn't going to see her tomorrow. And since he didn't make any move to step away for a while, she didn't either. She was incredibly aware of how the thin fabric of her nightdress suddenly felt like a barrier between her skin and his, how her head was spinning, perhaps from nerves.

Eclipse was certain she had never been hugged like that in her life, she was sure that any hug she had ever given in her life had been empty, while a part of her that she didn't know was troubled, calmed down.

Finally, the pain in her calves from standing on tiptoes was too much, and she released her grip on Azriel. He seemed reluctant to let her go for a fraction of a second, but he did so anyway. The gods knew that Eclipse wouldn't have cared about the discomfort of being on tiptoes if he hadn't let her go.

Their eyes connected again, his clouded by something that Eclipse couldn't discern. In the years she had known Azriel, that fog had appeared a handful of times. The first time they saw each other after she was transformed into Fae against her will, the first solstice she spent in Velaris, the time she had gotten hopelessly drunk with Nesta and had trouble climbing the stairs and just sat there.

"Do you... want to stay the night?" The question came out of Eclipse's lips before she could stop herself. She instantly regretted it. Even when the boundaries of their friendship were blurry, Eclipse feared she might have gone too far. Crossed a line.

No. She was sure she had crossed a line, but she found herself fearing his reaction.

Azriel seemed surprised, for just a few seconds. Then he nodded, his wings moving slightly with nervousness. Eclipse, for the second time, held back a sigh.

Her hand instinctively found Azriel's, guiding him to her bed. Eclipse contemplated the size for a brief second, then assumed that, actually, it was more than big enough to accommodate his wings.

Eclipse slipped under the duvet, taking the right side of the bed, and moments later felt the mattress sink beside her. She laid on her back, turning her back to Azriel, regretting the distance between them as Azriel repeated her actions.

For a moment, a tense silence settled between them. Then Azriel spoke:

"Eclipse?"

"Yes?"

"Can I hold you?" Eclipse wasn't sure if she had imagined the longing in his voice.

Perhaps it was the vulnerability in the moment, the intimacy, that gave Azriel enough courage to ask.

"Yes."

Azriel's arms were around her in an instant, around her waist, and he drew her back until her back was pressed against his chest. Eclipse settled, Azriel's scent enveloping her. The tension leaving her as Azriel did the same, pulling the duvet over them both.

Eclipse felt Azriel burying his nose in her hair, inhaling. And with her heartbeat calming down, Eclipse relaxed until waves of sleep found her body.

Eclipse had been sure that the whole house had been silent before, now it seemed... it seemed to hold a different kind of silence. She wasn't sure if it had anything to do with the house itself, or if she was imagining it. She just knew that she fell asleep much faster than she ever had in her life. And with Azriel holding her from behind, she had never felt so... at peace.

She fell asleep seconds later.

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Azriel moved in his dreams as a line of light unfortunately crossed his face, just above his eyes, waking him up.

For a fraction of a second, he was confused about where he was, as he never left the curtains open before going to sleep and the smell surrounding him was like vanilla, and curled up in his arms was the completely relaxed figure of Eclipse. He didn't tense up or immediately get up in an unfamiliar place as he expected himself to do, something, his instinct or his own conscience, told him he had nothing to worry about. When his eyes rested on her, he remembered everything that had happened the night before.

His heart raced a little, watching as some brown strands fell over her sleeping face, how angelic she looked asleep. But there was something more in her features that for a moment filled Azriel's core with satisfaction: she seemed completely calm, nothing bothered her for a few seconds, there was a difference when she simply slept, peacefully like everyone who surrendered in Morpheus's arms, and when she was calm. Calm as if there was nothing that could disturb her, until Azriel noticed that the light also fell on Eclipse's face, she snorted with annoyance, turned and buried her face in Azriel's chest, wanting to avoid the honestly bothersome glow in her dreams. Then she stayed still, her breathing slow and steady, she was asleep.

Azriel wasn't sure if it was right to have brought her closer to his body, to have surrounded the sleeping figure of Eclipse with his wing, preventing any light from disturbing her dreams. But by the way her body had nothing to complain about, no headache, or sore muscles, or tiredness from a lack of sleep, he didn't want to get up. Even when the most logical part of him told him to get up, that he was encroaching on Eclipse's space.

Even though it didn't seem so, because of the way she cuddled up against him asleep.

Azriel had never slept better in his life. The truth hit him quickly. And he just sank a little deeper into the mattress, his eyelids heavy again.

He promised himself that he wouldn't sleep much more, he had tasks to do during the day, he had a pending training with Cassian. But nothing prevented him from falling asleep as well, nothing worried him as he felt he held his most precious possession, the only person worth it.

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Heyyyyy I have a request for you🩷 so idk if you watched summerslam and Monday night raw BUT if you have this is what I was thinking

So could you write a Rhea Ripley x reader x EX BF Dom basically so we all know how Dom Betrayed Rhea so basically the backstory is they were in a poly relationship and obviously the betrayal happened and he left them for liv. So basically Reader just comforts her girlfriend either after her SummerSlam match or on Monday night raw I SWEAR I JUST WANT RHEA TO BE COMFORTED. If you do this TYSM 🩷💕

Reader is NB by default

Monday Aug. 5th 11:16pm

Y/n was sleeping soundly in her bed, well as well as they could in the hotel bed. However, they were woken up by the sound of crying. Y/n gets up and walks to the bathroom door where the sobs are emerging from and knocks.

"Rhea...babe can I come in?" Y/n asks in a soft tone.

"I-im okay Y/n I just need a second" Rhea says in a broken voice, making it clear that she was crying.

"Honey, please. You don't have to hide your feelings, I know you're hurting" Y/n says, right after they hear the door unlocked.

What walks out is a very tired and broken Rhea, the dark circles under her eyes and the red tint in them makes Y/n's heart break. Rhea pulls Y/n into a hug, a tight protective hug.

"2 years...2 years of nothing..." Rhea chokes out. Y/n looks down at this, while they weren't a wrestler they too were surprised and hurt by Dominiks sudden betrayal. However, they need to be strong for Rhea their girlfriend.

"I know Rhea...." Y/n says not knowing what else to say.

Rhea knows that Y/n is hurting too, they to were together with Dominik for 2 years. Rhea shakes her head and rubs Y/n's back.

"I know you're hurting too...you're aloud to cry too" Rhea wispers. Y/n freezes but shakes thier head.

"No...I'm not going to cry over that- that- stupid-" Y/n studders before they started crying. "What did we do wrong Rhea? Why weren't we enough...."

Rhea sighs and lets a few tears fall herself before saying.

"I Don't know Y/n...I Don't know"

About 2 hours later both Rhea and Y/n are on the hotel bed and watching some random cartoon on screen. Rhea isn't paying attention that much to the show but is focused on Y/n. Y/n however is watching the show intently. Y/n is soon brought out of it when they feel Rhea nuzzling their neck.

"You alright babe?" Y/n asks. They are met by Rhea clinging to them like they would disappear if she let go.

"Rhea? What's wrong?" Y/n asks growing concerned.

"Don't leave...please..." Rhea says, muffled by Y/n's neck.

"I won't, I promise...I love you too much you won't get rid of me" Y/n says lovingly. Rhea puts on a small smile.

"I love you too...so so much" Rhea says now cuddling Y/n.

Y/n gives Rhea a gentle kiss on her lips which Rhea obliged with giving back another kiss.

"Good night Rhea" Y/n says

"Good night Y/n" Rhea responds, as the two of them fall asleep in each other's arms.

[kandradragon]

The Star Is Bright Tonight

@wolfstarmicrofic Mars 20 - Weight

also on ao3

Remus had always enjoyed Hogwarts at night. The endless echoing corridors devoid of students and their chatter, sharing the silence with only ghosts and the occasional prefect on patrol. And Mrs Norris. And Peeves. Back then he’d had the map to watch for such… inconveniences, and James’ cloak to hide under if needed. Even when he was on his prefect duty, sometimes. In his defence – the map was probably the best tool in the castle for detecting students out of bed at night, even though he mostly used it to avoid running into someone he’d rather avoid. Or to make sure the others didn’t do anything too stupid without him there.

He misses the map. Wonders if Filch might still have it, locked away in a forgotten drawer in his office. Perhaps he could… No. No, he’s a teacher, for Merlin’s sake. Teachers don’t steal contraband from the caretaker.

Teachers do, however, walk around the castle at night. He’s struggling with sleep, as he always does in the days leading up to the full moon. The Wolfsbane that Snape had given him earlier in the day had an awful, lingering taste that he’s still not rid of. Remus is sure Snape wouldn’t brew it wrong, not with Dumbledore keeping an eye on him, but add something to make it extra vile? Why not? Remus has never had the luxury of Wolfsbane before, he wouldn’t know what to expect. He has no choice in drinking it anyway. Tomorrow night he will experience its effects for the first time and he can’t help but feel nervous. Although being stuck in a werewolf body with a human mind sounds much more appealing than transforming into a bloodthirsty monster like usual, it’s still not a prospect he looks forward to.

Remus finds his way through a hidden passageway behind a dusty tapestry, down a staircase with a false step at the end and out a small locked door that leads to the grounds close to the greenhouses. The chill autumn air is crisp and refreshing, bringing scents from the Forbidden Forests of fallen leaves and rain. He’s glad he’s wearing his warm cloak tonight.

The moon is shining bright in the night sky, just short of a circle, and even though the transformation is a night away Remus feels it calling to his very core. He shudders and glances away as he walks down to the lake, where he thinks he sees the Giant Squid in the distance wiggling its tentacles above the surface as if performing a little dance. It reminds him of how Peter once did a similar dance right there on the cliffs by the lake, trying to impress a ravenclaw girl he had a crush on. James had laughed and teased him for it for days, even though he had done far sillier things to get Lily’s attention over the years.

The lake mirrors the starry sky above, and trying to avoid the moon Remus’s eyes are drawn to the next brightest thing. Sirius. Always Sirius. The chill in the air, he knows, is not only due to October being right around the corner. It’s amplified by the hundreds of Dementors hovering around the school grounds. They are far away enough that they don’t affect his mood, not greatly anyway. The Dementors are here because of Sirius. Because they all believe he will come for Harry, that he will try to finish the job the Dark Lord could not.

And Remus is hiding the truth. The weight of the knowledge he’s withholding is crushing, the guilt stings every time Dumbledore looks at him. Remus knows he should tell him, it could be crucial information – he knows that… But the animagi thing, it is theirs. The Marauders’ best kept secret. It was something his best friends did for him, to help him survive, to try and turn the worst thing in his life to something a little more bearable. Telling someone about it feels wrong no matter how much the secret weighs on him.

What would he even say? Excuse me, Professor Dumbledore, three of your most troublesome students managed to master a highly illegal, incredibly difficult, stupidly dangerous spell and are unregistered animagi, and it’s all my fault. Sirius Black wouldn’t be so stupid as to try and sneak onto the school grounds, even as a dog. The dementors would notice. He had asked Professor McGonagall once during a lunch break, when the topic fell on the Dementors, if they reacted to her when she was in cat form, and she had told him that they did. Her soul was still human, after all. During the first week back, Remus had inspected their old favourite passageways in and out of the school grounds, the ones Filch didn’t know about, and put up a few spells that would alert him if Black ever used them, dog or not. Hogwarts was well protected.

Letting Dumbledore know about him being an animagus would make no difference, he tells himself.

A low purring from around his feet startles him and he almost trips over a large ginger cat that has decided to rub against his legs. The cat is very persistent, and after a moment Remus picks it up and holds it in his arms, gently petting it behind the ears which only makes it purr louder.

“Were you out looking at the stars as well?” Remus whispers, and the cat blinks at him. Remus looks up at Sirius, shining bright and proud above him.

“I do this sometimes,” he tells the cat who looks at him as if it's actually interested in what he has to say. “I find his star and I just… It reminds me of how it once was.”

The cat meows.

“I know,” Remus whispers, feeling his throat tighten. “I miss him. I miss all of them, but I miss him the most. That makes me a monster, doesn’t it”

The cat meows, and Remus can feel how it presses its claws against his arm.

“Even more of one.”

The cat stares at him, looking almost… disapproving. It meows again, stretching in his arms, then jumps down into the damp grass. They regard each other for a moment, then the cat blinks and slips away into the night, toward the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Remus lingers by the lake, watches Sirius for a little while longer, before he starts heading back toward the castle.

He doesn’t notice that the cat has been joined by a larger animal under the cover of the trees in the distance.

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We're so excited to be highlighting @utterlyotterlyx tonight! 🥹

They write Eris x Reader oneshots and multi chapter fics at also include a Reader x Azriel romance too. Right now we're really enjoying A Fate Inked in Starlight!!!!!

And if you want something shorter, we really recommend Can't Keep My Hands to Myself and Dark Paradise! 🔥

There are so many great fics, so please check them all out!

Read under the cut to learn @utterlyotterlyx's favorite fics they've written and how Eris is finally stepping up to become High Lord

What is your favorite fic you've written and why?

I'd probably say my favourite Eris fic was the first one I wrote when I started writing again - it would be Wicked Game, or it would be my Eris series, The Fox and The Fawn (incomplete) - Wicked Game because I am a key angst writer and I just love the depth to Eris in this fic, it really makes the reader feel his pain in a way that they haven't before, it is a sad ending but it is something I'd consider doing an alternate ending to. With The Fox and The Fawn, the series just really goes in depth with Eris, him being a bit stand-offish but keeping an eye on the reader from afar, slow burn romance where Rhys is the villain which I'm still perfecting the last two parts for!

Which fic was the most challenging and why?

Most challenging Eris fic would be Can't Keep My Hands To Myself - probably the most difficult because it's a Modern!Eris fic and even though it's short, I did struggle in capturing him from a modern day angle but it went down a treat!

What are some of your favorite fan theories about Eris?

My favourite theories of Eris are that he is just as misunderstood as Rhys once was but because he has no 'Inner Circle' then people really do believe that he's a villain, and I also LOVE the thought that he's actually the good guy in the Mor storyline - I think he's been super abused all of his life and just really wants to A) save others from that life, and B) have someone to understand where he's been and where he's going, and to understand that the mask he wears isn't who he really is.

We’ve just gotten word that Eris is on his way to become High Lord at this very moment. How is he getting rid of Beron?

Ugh this is a difficult one, despite how awful Beron is, I don't think that Eris would take it upon himself to end his life, I think he would maybe plant the seeds of treachery and either let someone else do it and turn a blind eye, or turn the other High Lords to his side where they could maybe force Beron to step down.

Please give us a name for one of his brothers and one of his hounds!

I think one of his brothers would be called Phoenix, and I think one of his dogs would be called Maple - runt of the litter but his favourite just because of how loving and doting she is, like she can read his mind and know what comfort he needs because she knows that he doesn't have anyone physically there by his side.

[sirenlioncourt]

funny Raphleps

Haarlep giggled.

“You know, this is some kind of completely new game for you,” he joked, pressing his wings to himself as much as possible in order to fit into the space that was not so wide and not suitable for two infernal entities. “I would even say that this is not your style.”

Bright eyes glowed in the darkness, looking with dangerous lights at Raphael, who was sitting (although more hunched over in an uncomfortable position with his knees pulled up) in the closet.

“Why did you even decide to bring a child… Again, by the way!” the incubus clarified importantly. “To the House of Hope – is this a great idea? Wasn’t last time enough for us?”

He sounded like a parent scolding a wayward child for a prank. But it still wasn’t as serious as it should have looked.

“Oh, my little devil, reap the fruits of your own decisions! And contracts.”

“Are you done?” Raphael responded sullenly.

“Almost,” the incubus purred sweetly. "It’s just funny to me to watch you… a grown devil, the ruler of the nine circles… Hiding in the closet from a little girl.”

“Not little anymore,” Raphael corrected him. "And you didn’t have to climb into the closet after me".

“And leave you alone? How could I!? I’m on the same side with you, you and me, me and you…” Haarlep was indignant, slightly mocking him. In a good-natured way. "You’ve already taught her basic spells. So keep it up!"

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll…”

“Just don’t threaten me with new dragon skin underwear! Just not gold decorations on the horns! Oh, that’s so scary!” he played with it, poking him with the tip of his tail. "But the scariest thing is the new bedsheets! And also…"

"Haarlep," Raphael was already growling at him. It was good that he retained his human form. Otherwise, the closet would have fallen apart from the size of both of them.

Haarlep gently placed a clawed palm on his lips to silence him. The danger in the form of a small-not-small girl was nearby.

"But I want presents!" the incubus whispered.

"You're just an impudent fellow. I spoiled you," Raphael muttered, looking at him and continuing to frown.

"But the Master…" Haarlep fell silent. "Oops…"

The closet doors swung open.

"Big Raph!" Mol indignantly put her hands on her hips. "So I found you! I thought you were in the Boudoir, and you decided to play hide-and-seek with me? Why didn't you tell me right away? But if so, then I win".

“I’m Big Raph now,” Haarlep commented importantly. “And he’s a smaller Raph. Come on, Raph, it’s time to come out of the closet. You’ve been found.”

The incubus decided for himself that he should still make friends with this little thing. He had a good feeling that this union would be much more useful than with Enver in his childhood. And at the very least, they would be able to make fun of Raphael together. Perhaps he’ll get tired of it and get rid of the contract…

Sometimes a family is the devil, the incubus, and their adopted daughter.

“Now I’m hiding, and you’re looking! By the way, I cast some spell that I saw in books, and all the water in the pool from the boudoir disappeared!”

“Hey!” Haarlep was upset. “Give it back. Take it wherever you want! But there has to be water there! Where can I lie and polish my claws?”

"Raaaaph, fix it while I'm hiding! "Mol said brazenly and simply ran away before she could get punished.

"How many times have you regretted bringing her here?" Haarlep came out of the closet after Raphael.

"You'll be surprised, but despite her behavior, she's quite a capable student. She'll outgrow it. We'll raise her". Raph told him importantly, having decided everything for Haarlep as well.

"Mmm, I see". Haarlep nodded. "I'll stay in "Sharess Caresses" for now. About ten years. I may not survive a third troublemaker in my lifetime".

Raph hooked his hand under his elbow, making it clear that he wouldn't let him go anywhere.

"I can understand the second one. And who's the first?"

"Guess in one try, Master". Haarlep smiled sweetly, hiding his inner pain. " Give me back the water in the pool, please".

"Show some respect". Raph reminded him. "You still belong to me".

From the downcast look on Haarlep's face, he realized that he had to smooth things over somehow.

"You will have new underwear."

"And jewelry?"

"And jewelry…" the devil reluctantly agreed.

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FEELING LOW

Jack Kline x Reader (platonic)

Summary: ever since you were young, you've struggled with your mental health. Dean and Sam always tried to help you, but nothing ever worked. You were back in that funk once more, holed up in your room. Jack, though confused about why you were sad, wanted to make you feel better.

WARNINGS: mentions of depression, mention of thoughts of self-harm and suicide.

Today was just one of those days where you didn't want to get out of bed.

Instead, you lay there in your bed, staring up into the darkness where your ceiling should be. Your blanket was pulled up to your chest as you unconsciously played with your hands.

You felt like the worst person in existence. Like you were a neucance to everyone who was around you. You absolutely hated the feeling, but you couldn't help it.

You thought about tearing your skin apart, just to see how it felt. Sure, you had been sliced by monsters, being bled almost dry, but this was a different kind of pain. This was the pain you wanted.

And the mode you thought about it, the worse you felt, and you dug yourself into a deeper hole.

Sam and Dean stood outside your door, Sam holding your breakfast as he gave a worried look towards his brother.

Dean took a deep breath as he knocked, hoping that this time you'd answer. He hated when you got like this, knowing you weren't okay and he couldn't do anything to fix it.

After a few seconds of silence, a very broken "go away!" Came from the other side of the door.

Sam closed his eyes in slight frustration as he let out a sigh, "Y/n, you need to eat."

"I'm...not hungry." You replied, your voice cracking as if you were on the verge of tears.

Jack, hearing the commotion, made his way towards the brothers from his place in the kitchen. Castiel had gone out to get more groceries, leaving Jack on his own.

"What's going on?" He asked, his head tilted in curiosity.

The brothers turned their heads towards him, his small grin turning upside down as he noticed the look on their faces, "is something wrong?"

Sam and Dean glanced at each other before Sam answered him, "Y/n won't eat, and won't come out of her room either. It... happens sometimes."

"Is she...sick?" Jack questioned once again, now standing directly in front of the brothers.

"No, kid, she's not sick. She's just... really sad." Dean responded simply, looking back at the closed door.

Jack went silent for a moment before his eyes lit up with an idea, "Maybe I can make her not sad!" He suggested with a grin.

"Look, Jack, you cant-" Sam began but was cut off by Jack taking the plate of food from his hands and disappearing. Presumably into your room.

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As Jack appeared into Your room, the darkness did not go unnoticed. The only way he was able to navigate through her room was the light that peaked through the crack under your door, showing the lump that was covered by blankets.

"Are...you okay?" Jack asked, standing next to the bed, looking down at you.

Your eyes never wandered from the ceiling as you responded, "No. But it's okay, I'll be fine in a bit."

You were lying, of course, as you thought about running the blade of your knife over your skin and maybe getting yourself on whatever hunt the boys tried to get you to help with.

Jack knew you were lying, his frown deepening as he placed the plate of food onto her bedside table, turning on the lamp.

You shut your eyes tight to try and rid of the unwanted brightness in the room as you groaned.

"You need to eat." Jack told you sternly, only repeating what the boys had said.

"I'm not hungry, Jack." You mumbled, slowly opening your eyes, trying to adjust to the light in your room after hours of darkness.

The dark circles under your eyes proved that you hadn't slept that night, much less had slept in the past week.

"You haven't slept." He mentioned, his head tilting slightly in curiosity, as was normal for him.

"Haven't been tired."

"But you need it."

"I sleep when my body decides it's time for it. Right now is not time for it." You chided, crossing your arms against the blanket over your body.

Jack knew not to push further with you, knowing from Sam and Dean that you were in a fragile state. He sat down beside you on the bed, not breaking his focus on your tired being. "Why are you so sad?" He asked.

To you, it felt like he had already asked a million questions. But you always had a soft spot for the kid, so you never snapped.

"I'm not sad, I'm just..." You didn't know what you were feeling. Most times it was different. Sometimes you would say it was because you felt too sad, other times you said you felt empty. You'd say that your emotions were so overwhelming that your brain didn't know which emotion to pick, so it broke. There was no real feeling for you.

"Just what?"

You sighed before making it simple for him, "Never mind. Yeah, yeah, I'm really sad." A crack in your voice slipped out as you said it, making the sentence feel even more broken than it was.

Jack knew that the response to someone's sadness was to hug them (as seen from the many times the brothers, Castiel, and Y/n had hugged each other after tough times), and thought that maybe that's all you needed.

So, he pulled you up into a sitting position and hugged you tight, a smile growing on his lips as he felt your arms wrap loosely around him, your head placed in the crook of his neck.

You felt tears prick your eyes as you reveled in the sudden comfort and reassurance that the hug brought you. The evil thoughts that plagued your brain had died down just a little as you focused on the moment.

You knew that the hug wouldn't ward off your depression forever, but you were glad that it was enough to keep you feeling sane for this tiny little bit.

And suddenly, you began to feel your eyes drooping, sleep slamming into you like a freight train as the many sleepless nights finally caught up with your body.

Jack felt your arms let go of him slightly, fingers grazing his back as they fell limp with sleep.

Just in time too, as Sam and Dean (now joined by Cas) open the door, concerned about the silence that had fallen between the two.

They all sighed in relief at the sight of the sleeping woman, Jack finally letting go of her and gently setting her back down.

They took note that the next time this happens, Jack will be the first one they send in.

And yes, Dean, in fact, ended up eating her breakfast instead.

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Hey yall! Thanks for reading <3 this fic was more just projecting what I've been feeling for the past couple of weeks into my writing, and at first I felt a little iffy posting it. But with a little push from a friend (reminding me that this fic would be read by a lot of people who would find comfort that someone could relate to them) I decided, fuck it!

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[goodgirlformatt]

Beach Day - M.S

Summary: You and Matt are good friends, and decided to have a little beach day. Catching the sunrise and playing in the water is maybe a little too romantic for just friends.

Warnings: Kissing, fluff :)

a/n: Ok, I actually think this story is super cute :,). Pretty short story! Not proofread.

My alarm goes off early in the morning before I groggily turn it off. I sit up in bed and yawn and stretch before getting up and ready to catch the sunrise at the beach with Matt.

I slide on my bikini, a dark blue color with light blue trim, a little metal circle connecting the cups on my sternum. It’s my favorite bikini, it hugs my body just how i like and makes me look good.

I put on minimal waterproof makeup; mascara, some concealer, and just a spritz of setting spray. I make sure I have in earrings that won’t be harmed by the salt water and put on my daily necklace.

I get a text from Matt saying he’s outside. I quickly pull on some shorts and a bikini cover and grab my slouchy bag before I go outside and hop in his car.

The car ride is quiet, but not uncomfortable. We’re both just very tired from having woken up so early. It’s just quiet music playing with the dark sky as he drives us over to the beach.

Once we get there, he parks and we find a spot to sit in the sand. Laying out our beach towels next to each other, we watch the sky lighten up before turning a beautiful orange hue, with hints of pink and blue.

I use my digital camera to take a few pictures of the sky, even being able to sneak one of just Matt. The way the sky lights had his face contoured was so enchanting to see, I had to take a picture.

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“The suns fully up, wanna get in the water?” He says with a bright blue sky above us.

“Yeah, why not��� I say, standing up. I take off my shorts and bikini cover. I see his eyes glaze over my body but I don’t mention anything. After all, he’s just my friend. Right?

We walk down close to the shore and start walking in. The cold water freezing my feet and ankles.

“Oh my god!” I say with a laugh when I feel just how cold the water really is.

“C’mon don’t be a baby! Get in here.” Matt teases me with a grin, holding his hand out for me to take.

I hesitantly take his hand and walk in until the water is about up to my knees.

“No I can’t do it!” I giggle and shake my head. Words I would regret.

Matt gets a devilish smile before letting go of my hand and grabbing my waist, taking me out further. I yelp and laugh as he does, trying to fight against it.

Without warning, Matt throws me into the water once it’s deep enough, a yell escaping my throat.

I resurface to see him laughing as I brush my hair out of my face, the salt water accentuating my waves.

“Oh you’re gonna pay for that.” I say with a giggle, pointing my index finger at him.

“Oh yeah? What’re you gonna do?” He teases me and crosses his arms.

I grab his shoulders before pushing him into the deep water, laughing myself. Once he resurfaces, he brushes his hair out of his face and shakes his head at me.

“Come here!” He says with a smile, coming towards me. I yelp and giggle as I start running from him, the water splashing as I do.

He catches up quickly and grabs me by the waist, pulling me into his body.

“Gotcha!” He says with a laugh of his own.

I spin around to face him as we laugh lightly together, now both completely drenched.

“Hey, is my mascara messed up?” I ask him. I know I put on waterproof, but it still flakes sometimes.

“You got a few specs. Here.” He says, swiping his thumb under my eyes, getting rid of the flakes of mascara. His soft gentle hands hold my face like it’s a dainty piece of glass, careful not to break it.

“There you go.” He says softly, still holding onto my face gently. I can only softly smile back at him.

“Thank you.” I say softly back. If he was just a friend, why did I want so badly to kiss him?

“You look beautiful.” He says. His cheeks go red when he realizes what he said, and I blush too. We both lightly chuckle at the redness of our cheeks.

I glance at his lips when I notice him moving slightly closer. Butterflies fill my stomach and I can’t help but lean in as well. One hand of his stays on my face while the other goes to my waist. He gently pulls me in, brushing his lips against mine.

I close my eyes, bringing my hands up to his upper arms to hold him there. The waves gently crash against us as our lips finally lock together.

His lips are so soft, gently locking with mine over and over, the faint taste of my coconut lipgloss and salt water there.

Once we finally break away I just blush and softly smile at him. Did that really happen? He looks at me the same.

I get a mischievous smile on my face before splashing water at him again and giggle.

“Really?” He says in a joking unamused tone and a laugh, tilting his head.