#plus a tiny bit of shadowing

[fossore]

Started my new job on Monday and a coworker who has been on vacation got back today and made several very diet culture comments and that’s not great.

Some vacation stuff meant that it was more relevant but also I do hope that’s not all the time.

[audiovisualrecall]

Me: yeah I can do the pet portraits for [s's mil] but obvs want to do them on the same kind of surface as the other one, can you find out if the panel is cradled or flat? *includes photos taken at an angle so u can see the dimension/depth of the cradled panel vs the flat panel*

S: sure *sends photo of the painting hanging on the wall, photo is taken from directly in front of it* [mil] says the canvas feels like wood :)

Me:............. (YES IT IS WOOD BECAUSE ITS A WOOD PANEL HELLO?????? ADHAJHDSJSJEJEN THAT IS NOT HELPFUL!!!!!)

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny used to be a vigilante, firmly on the side of good. Like, illegally, but morally good.

Danny’s 100% sure that whatever he is now, it’s not good.

Is Gotham’s influence just Like That?

He was homeless when he got to this thrice damned city (literally, because Lady Gotham was so cursed) and now he’s… here? In a mid-level penthouse with a rotation of homeless kids going in and out of his kitchen and eating out his pantry??

Danny adjusted the cuffs of his dress shirt, making the conscious decision to ditch the tie. He’s a tall 6ft 4 now, taking after his Dad. His head smarted all of the time, hitting doorframes when he was being a bit clumsier than the normal ghost-like grace he had learned to channel as The Phantom.

The Phantom instead of just Phantom. Why? Because Phantom was the name of a teenage vigilante in another dimension. The Phantom, on the other hand, is an intimidatingly tall, deceptively kind, extremely dangerous kingpin.

Honestly? Danny didn’t even want this life. Like, he had no idea it would snowball like this??

He supposed that it all started when the Penguin was trying to snatch kids off of his block on Crime Alley. Not officially his block, of course, because Danny didn’t actually enter this city to be a crime-shadow thing. But he hadn’t lost enough of Phantom the Vigilante to ignore kids getting hurt. He still hasn’t, if he’s being honest. He flew into a frantic search, tracking down the missing kids to Penguin’s bar. The Iceberg Lounge. Apparently, he wanted the kids to do some menial tasks and what not. Danny, rage flickering through his core, intangibly went in and robbed Penguin of every coin and secret the man kept.

Then? Danny blackmailed the Penguin to guarantee his kids a measure of safety from the Rogue. That began the slippery slope into whatever it is he does now. Penguin was being kept in line by Danny’s threats, the grip he had on the Rogue’s weak points, and a wonderful bit of intimidation.

——

“What, you stinking phantom? I’m stickin’ to yer rules!” Penguin snarled, forced to his knees by invisible blob ghosts.

Danny, salty and pissy from the lack of sleep he’d experienced trying to keep Penguin’s men in line as a result of Penguin trying to test where Danny’s lines were, dropped the temperature to the point where Penguin started shivering. Considering the place was already cold- the Iceberg lounge lived up to its name- it meant that Danny was standing nonchalantly in a room that was negative twenty five degree Celsius in a sweatshirt, Danny was already making good on his natural intimidation factor.

“It’s The Phantom to you, Oswald.” Danny said, in the tone of someone saying “it’s the shit, to you.”

Danny narrowed his blue eyes, letting a tiny tint of ectoplasm make his eyes glow a bit in the suddenly icing over room.

“Your people have been getting on my nerves, Oswald. Roughing up kids is so… uncultured. Are you sure you’re a Cobblepot?”

Penguin snarled, the effect of which was rendered ineffective due to his increasingly violent shivers. Plus, Danny loomed over him without even trying.

Danny, annoyed and asking himself “What Would Dan Do To Intimidate This Guy?”, gripped Penguin’s shoulder and hauled him up one handed. He dragged the mob boss over to one of the booths, avoiding the bodies he’d dropped (non-lethally) when Danny first walked in to ruin Penguin’s night. He shoved Penguin in chair he iced over, because Danny’s petty and if he saw one more bruise on his kids at Penguin’s hands, Danny was gonna go full Dan the Murderer.

He at least allowed to room to warm up before laying into Penguin, though. He stayed standing. Hey, he had the height advantage to use. He could have kept Penguin kneeling, but it was probably god the best that the mob boss got some sense of pride back.

(Danny had no idea that sitting as someone loomed over you to lecture and threaten you was even worse than kneeling. At least with kneeling, you knew where you stood. But sitting? It leaves you horribly off kilter.)

“I told you to keep your people in line. Kids are off limits, Oswald.”

“I kept them in line!”

Never let it be said that Oswald Cobblepot had a normal functioning sense of self preservation.

“Really?” Danny jabbed his pointer finger lightly on top of Penguin’s trachea and allowed his fingernails to sharpen into Phantom’s sharper digits. Penguin tried to lean away. “Then why did they start a gun fight when there were kids visible on the street? Why did I see one of my kids get hit by one of your poor excuses of a bouncer?”

“I-”

“Don’t care much for your excuses, if I’m being honest. I let you mess around with the little projects you have, without even breathing a whisper of your secrets. Sionis would love to know how you double crossed him the last deal, yeah?”

“I- I’ll keep them in line!” Penguin stuttered.

“Well, I believe in second chances,” Danny bullshitted. Ancients, how was this even working? “So I suggest you make an example of the guy that smacked Hailey around before I make an example out of you, Oswald.”

“Fine! Fine!”

——

And with that, he got access to Penguin’s resources and men and more importantly, the corrupt police officers. He made Penguin “boot out” the pedophilic ones (in a very violent way) and kept the rest.

Then? Mr. Freeze froze over the god damn pipes and Danny had to intimidate and make a deal with the Rogue so he and his increasing roster of orphans had access to warm water.

In exchange for Danny’s restorative and, more importantly, unmelting ice, Mr. Freeze was now Danny’s… on-call enforcer?? When he’s not researching cures for his frozen in a pod wife, that is.

Danny was satisfied with that. He was! But then Black Mask happened, with the man trying to engage in a battle of wits with Danny over the control of Crime Alley which, at that point, was firmly Danny’s territory.

The thing is, Danny doesn’t play nice anymore. Why bother with pointless mind games when he could just…

——

“So, you’re The Phantom.”

“And you’re Sionis.”

Black Mask twitched at the name, gloved hands pulling out his guns. Danny sat on the counter, head touching mid cabinet, and sipped out of Sionis’ favorite mug.

Because Danny broke into Black Mask’s safe house and stole his quality coffee. The man’s eyes were wary.

“How did you get in here?”

Danny shrugged. “Walked.”

Danny held the coffee out of the way as Sionis unloaded a clip into his chest and lunged forward to slap a mask onto Danny’s face. After waiting a bit, as Black Mask’s smug triumph bled into shock, Danny laughed and, using a bit of his natural strength, tossed the guy off of him. He casually took the mask off of his face.

“Jeez, I’m trying to be nice, here.”

“So, you’re a Meta.”

Danny grinned. “Eh. And you’re a cult leader with a mask fetish.”

Danny tuned out the rant about the “true face of Gotham” or whatever, already bored, and sipped at Sionis’ coffee. The ass might be a psycho, but his coffee tastes were wonderful. Danny stood up, rinsed his mug, and turned back to Black Mask.

“You’re trafficking people. Kids.” He said, cutting through Sionis’ chatter. He was sly about it too, committing violence and torture in a way that would ensure obedience and fear. Danny probably would have never caught on, Black Mask’s schemes being so ingeniously created and executed, had he not kept a hawk’s eyes on the more vulnerable members of Crime Alley’s community. And the rest of Gotham’s vulnerable communities, of course.

“My, a wonderfully obvious conclusion. Now, Phantom, I have a proposition for you.”

Sionis seemed to have gotten his bearings back. Danny tilted his head at him, looking down.

“You can work for me,” Sionis said, before opening a laptop with video feed to one of his masked men or whatever holding a knife to one of Danny’s more fearless kids. Danny snarled.

“Or, refuse, and your kid will lose a finger for every instance of your defiance.”

“I told you not to touch the kids, Sionis. I don’t allow trafficking either.”

Black Mask chuckled. “Cut off a finger, Sadness.”

“Yes, bos- ARGHHHH!”

Danny watched as Mr. Freeze froze the goon’s arms before breaking them.

“I’ve got her, Phantom.”

Danny nodded at Freeze, keeping an eye on Sionis in case the fool bolts.

“So, what are your cards now, Sionis? You’ve sure pissed me off with nothing to show for it.”

And that was the last night anyone heard from the one that was supposed to be the King of Crime.

But Gotham knew the head mounted on a pike at one of Black Mask’s hastily abandoned bases was a warning, that The Phantom was watching.

——

Then he somehow got a gaggle of more orphans that were undead zombie “Talons?”

From there, he just obtained influence over the crime bosses of Gotham. Because his Talons kept bringing him heads and blackmail and his crime alley kids and Gotham orphans kept bringing him information for food and safety?

But like, Danny never wanted anything in exchange for the safety he provided. His core could give less of a shit whether he got anything in return. But he couldn’t convince his kids of that! They’re putting themselves in danger and ugh-!

Danny checked himself once more in the mirror. Ready, he stepped out into the night to wait for the Bats at his new favorite VIP spots.

On the way, he passed Ivy and Harley, who he waved to. Pamela worked under him because he controlled Gotham’s criminal underground (which also mean the official parts of the city considering the sheer amount of corruption) and influenced them into more plant friendly methods. His dominion over Undergrowth also helped immensely.

Harley? They’re friends. He beat up and crippled her abusive ex. She gave him therapy and stopped torturing people for fun.

Danny stepped into the back door of the Iceberg Lounge. No one stopped him. No one dared to.

He settled onto a velvet couch, nodding respectfully at the server that had immediately and nervously set down his mai tai. He glanced around for cameras and wire taps, before giving up and upping his ectoplasmic output to short any recording devices out.

He sipped his drink as he waited.

“Batman.”

“Phantom.”

“Oh, good. You didn’t bring Robin,” Danny said, watching Batman tense. “Kids shouldn’t be in places like these.”

Batman stayed silent.

“Come on, sit.” Danny gestured to the couch across from him.

“This isn’t a social call. I’ll stop whatever you’re scheming-” Batman growled.

“Oh my god, you’re so dramatic. Is this where Nightwing gets it from?”

Batman snarled.

“Sit, sit.” Danny rolled his eyes.

Batman stayed stubbornly looming. Danny sighed, allowing his voice to slip into velvet danger.

“I told you to sit, Bruce Wayne.”

“You-”

“I won’t repeat myself again, Bruce. You’re testing my patience.”

Bruce sat, wary and hyper vigilant. Danny sighed, settling back in his chair.

“You’ve heard of Red Hood, yes? Don’t answer that, it was hypothetical. I know you’ve heard of him.” Danny waved a hand impatiently. “I don’t really care why he’s setting up shop in my Alley, but he’s upsetting the other crime lords. They’re asking me to interfere.”

“I don’t work for you.”

“No,” Danny acknowledged with a nod. “But I could make you, if you push it. Politeness would serve you much better right now, Bruce, seeing as I am doing you a… favor. And since I’m not shouting to the world who you are under the cowl.”

Danny gave Batman a pointed, patented, mom glare.

“… Apologies.”

“Now, you might be wondering what that favor is.” Danny watched Batman’s cowled face carefully. “I thought you should know that the Red Hood is your “Jason Todd.’”

Batman was still. And then Batman leapt at him, snarling, “How dare you-!”

Danny caught the vigilante by the throat and squeezed.

Batman’s flurry of punches- which, mildly ow, those gauntlets kind of hurt- quickly changed to clawing and maneuvers to get out of the choke hold. Danny held steady, cutting off the vigilante’s air supply until he began to go limp. He’s not Superman. Danny will bruise and kill, if he had to.

“Are you going to listen to me now?” Danny asked mildly, emulating both Black Mask’s drawl and Dan’s effortless psychosis.

Batman gave a weak nod. Danny plopped him unceremoniously back onto his couch. He sipped on his drink once more as he waited for Batman to cough some sweet air back into his lungs.

“I’m telling you to get your little birds in line before I have to go hunting, yeah? Keep your kids out of danger, Bruce, and I won’t have to step in.”

“He- how do you know..?” The growl isn’t there anymore, and Danny felt a smug sense of vindication of having smothered it out of the guy. Woah, no, that thought was too Dan and too little Danny. Danny handed him a cup of water, which Batman didn’t drink.

Danny rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow. “Drink. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it by now. And as for how I know…”

Danny held up a beat up copy of Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility, filled with Jason’s writing. He tossed it to Batman, who caught it with blank eyes.

“Water,” Danny reminded him firmly, feeling like a mother hen. Batman gulped down his water, eyes flicking between the pages of Jason’s annotated book. Ancients, Danny couldn’t believe he annotated his book. A crime lord, like that? Well, it’s not like Danny could say anything.

Batman looked up at him, a silent demand- no, plea, because he’s not in a position to make demands- for an answer.

“Broke into his safe house. You should contact your fling, Talia. Seems like she dunked him into these “Lazarus pits” and told him you replaced him with the current Robin.”

Danny could see Batman’s emotional gears hard at work and honestly, he doesn’t have time for that.

“Now, we’re done here. You owe me one for the information. I’ll collect later.” Danny grabbed the Dark Knight, who stayed oddly unresisting (shock, maybe?) , and hauled him up.

“Tell Tim Drake to eat more. He looks too skinny.” With that, Danny dragged the Dark Knight to the window and punted him out. His kids were waiting on hot chocolate night and Danny had to go shopping for quality ingredients.

——

“YOU COULDN’T HAVE TOLD ME THE BIGGEST CRIME LORD OF YOUR CITY WAS THE FUCKING HIGH KING OF THE INFINITE REALMS?!”

“Hn.”

“BLOODY HELL, DON’T YOU GRUNT AT ME, YOU BROODY BASTARD!”

Constantine let out a scream. Shite, the king who held his soul contract was a crime lord. Great.

——

The reason intelligence and convoluted schemes and genius doesn’t work against Danny is because he’s got weird standards of what he’ll tolerate and the fact is that his normal dumbassery and mother hen tendencies cancels out and coherent thoughts or plans he might have had.

[sophiewritesworld]

Take a seat - E.M.

Eddie Munson x Plus size female Reader Warning: MDNI 18+, porn with a tiny plot Summary: Eddie wants you to sit on his face. It takes a bit of convincing.

The trailer is quiet tonight, save for the faint hum of the radio in the corner, some late-night metal station Eddie insists on keeping on low. The air smells faintly of weed and the vanilla candle you lit earlier, its flickering glow casting soft shadows across the cluttered living room. You're sprawled on the couch, one leg draped over Eddie's lap, your oversized band tee riding up enough to expose a sliver of your plush thigh. His fingers trace lazy circles there, calloused from guitar strings, but so gentle it sends a shiver up your spine.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful, you know that?" Eddie's voice is low, rough with that reverent edge he gets when he's been staring at you too long. His dark eyes glint in the candlelight, fixed on you like you're the only thing in the world worth looking at. His hair's a mess, curls spilling over his shoulders, and that damn leather jacket is slung over the armrest, leaving him in a faded Black Sabbath tee that clings to his lean frame.

You laugh softly, brushing off the compliment like you always do. "Eddie, stop it. I'm just... me."

His hands stills on your thigh, fingers pressing a little firmer, not painful but insistent. "Nuh-uh. Don't do that." He leans closer, the couch creaking under his shift, and the other hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "You're a goddamn goddess, and I'm not lettin' you pretend otherwise."

Heat creeps up your neck, and you squirm under his gaze, not because you're uncomfortable but because Eddie has this way of seeing you- really seeing you- that makes your heart race. Your curves, your softness, the parts of yourself you’ve spent years learning to love—he worships them like they’re sacred. Every stretch mark, every roll, every inch of you is his personal altar, and he’s made it his mission to prove it.

“Eddie…” you start, but he cuts you off with a kiss, slow and deliberate, his lips warm and tasting faintly of the cheap beer he was sipping earlier. His tongue teases yours, coaxing a soft whimper from your throat, and when he pulls back, his grin is all mischief.

“Been thinkin’ about somethin’,” he murmurs, his hand sliding up your thigh, fingers dipping just under the hem of your shorts. “Somethin’ I want us to try.”

Your brow arches, curiosity piqued. “Oh yeah? What’s that, Munson?”

His grin widens, but there's a flicker of nervousness in his eyes, like he's gauging your reaction. "I want you to sit on my face."

"Your breath catches, and for a second, you're not sure you heard him right. "What?"

"You heard me, sweetheart." His voice drops an octave, all velvet and sin. "I want you to sit on my face. Wanna feel all of you, every fuckin' inch, right there. Wanna taste you, drown in you."

Your cheeks burn, and a nervous laugh bubbles up. "Eddie, I'm... I mean, I'm not exactly small. What if I-?"

"Don't," he interrupts, his tone firm but not harsh. His hand slide to your hip, squeezing the soft flesh there like he can't get enough. "Don't you dare say what I think you're gonna say. You're not gonna hurt me. You're not too heavy. You're perfect, and I want this. I want you."

His words sink in, and the sincerity in his eyes chips away at your hesitation. Eddie's never been shy about his desire for you - hell, the man's practically feral for you ost days - but this feels different. Intimate. Vulnerable. He's offering himself up to you, begging for something that feels like a gift and a challenge all at once.

You bite your lip, considering, and he must sense your wavering because he leans in again, kissing the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then the sensitive spot just below your ear. “C’mon, baby,” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. “Let me show you how much I want you. Let me take care of you.”

Your resolve crumbles, desire pooling low in your belly. “Okay,” you whisper, barely audible. “But you tell me if it’s too much, alright?”

He pulls back, grinning like he just won the lottery. “Deal. Now get those shorts off, princess. I’ve got plans for you.”

Eddie’s bedroom is a chaotic shrine to his passions—posters plastered on the walls, guitar picks scattered on the dresser, a half-empty pack of cigarettes by the bed. But right now, all you can focus on is him, kneeling on the mattress, his hands beckoning you closer. You’re down to your underwear and that oversized tee, feeling exposed but undeniably wanted as his eyes rake over you.

“C’mere,” he says, voice thick with anticipation. You crawl onto the bed, the springs squeaking under your weight, and he reaches for you, pulling you into a searing kiss. His hands roam, greedy, one slipping under your shirt to palm your breast, the other gripping your ass like he’s anchoring himself. You moan into his mouth, and he groans in response, the sound vibrating through you.

“Fuck, you’re so soft,” he murmurs against your lips, his fingers kneading the plush curve of your hip. “Every part of you… it’s like you were made for me.”

You’re straddling his lap now, your thighs bracketing his hips, and you can feel him, hard and straining against his jeans. The friction makes you gasp, and he takes the opportunity to nip at your lower lip, tugging gently before soothing it with his tongue. His hands slide under your thighs, urging you to lift up, and with a playful smirk, he maneuvers you until you’re hovering over his chest.

“Eddie, wait—” you start, but he shakes his head, his hands firm on your hips.

“No waiting,” he says, his voice a low growl. “I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks. You’re not gettin’ outta this one.”

He guides you upward, slow and deliberate, until you’re positioned above his face. Your heart pounds, a mix of nerves and arousal, but the way he’s looking at you—like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever seen—makes you feel powerful. Desired. His hands grip your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and he lets out a shaky breath.

“Goddamn, look at you,” he says, his voice reverent. “So fuckin’ gorgeous. Sit down, baby. Let me have you.”

You hesitate, still worried about your weight, but Eddie’s having none of it. He tugs you down, not forcefully but with enough insistence that you lower yourself, your thighs framing his face. The first brush of his breath against your core sends a jolt through you, and you grip the headboard for balance, your knuckles whitening.

“Relax,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against the thin fabric of your panties. “I’ve got you.”

He nuzzles against you, his nose grazing your clit through the cotton, and you whimper, your hips twitching involuntarily. He groans, the sound muffled but unmistakably hungry, and his hands slide to your ass, squeezing as he pulls you closer. “Fuck, you smell so good,” he says, his voice thick with need. “Can’t wait to taste you.”

His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, and with a quick glance up at you—seeking permission—you nod, breathless. He slides them down, helping you lift one leg to free them, and then he’s staring at you, completely bare, his pupils blown wide with lust.

“Perfect,” he breathes, and before you can respond, his tongue darts out, a slow, deliberate lick that makes your whole body shudder. You cry out, your grip on the headboard tightening, and Eddie moans, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through you.

He takes his time, exploring you with long, languid strokes, his tongue tracing every fold, every sensitive spot. He’s not rushing, savoring every second, and the sounds he’s making—low, guttural moans, like he’s the one being pleasured—only heighten your arousal. His hands knead your thighs, your ass, encouraging you to move, to grind against his face, but you’re still holding back, worried about smothering him.

“Baby,” he mumbles against you, his voice muffled but insistent. “Ride me. C’mon, I want it.”

You glance down, and the sight of him—his curls fanned out on the pillow, his cheeks flushed, his lips glistening—nearly undoes you. “Eddie, are you sure?”

His eyes meet yours, fierce and unwavering. “Fuck yes, I’m sure. Sit. Down.”

The command in his voice, paired with the raw desire in his eyes, pushes you over the edge. You lower yourself fully, letting your weight settle, and Eddie groans, his hands gripping you tighter as he dives in with renewed fervor. His tongue circles your clit, then flattens, dragging slow and firm, and you can’t hold back the moan that tears from your throat. Your hips start to move, tentative at first, but his encouragement—his hands guiding you, his muffled praises—makes you bolder.

“That’s it,” he gasps, pulling back just enough to speak. “Fuck, yes, just like that. You’re so perfect, so fuckin’ perfect.”

You’re lost in it now, the pleasure building, your thighs trembling as you grind against his mouth. Eddie’s in heaven, his tongue relentless, his nose bumping your clit with every movement. He’s worshipping you, just like he promised, and the realization—that he loves this, loves you, every curve and inch—sends you spiraling toward the edge.

The room feels hotter now, the air thick with the scent of sex and the candle’s fading vanilla. Your breaths come in ragged gasps, your body trembling as Eddie works you closer to oblivion. His hands are everywhere—gripping your hips, squeezing your ass, urging you to move faster, harder. You’re riding his face now, unselfconscious, your thighs pressed against his cheeks, your weight fully on him, and he’s loving every second of it.

“Fuck, baby,” he mumbles, his voice barely audible against your skin. “You’re so good, so fuckin’ good.” His tongue plunges inside you, then flicks back to your clit, alternating between sucking and licking with a rhythm that’s driving you wild. Your hips buck, and he moans, the sound vibrating through your core, pushing you closer to the edge.

You glance down, and the sight of him—his eyes half-lidded with bliss, his lips slick with you, his hands holding you like he never wants to let go—sends a fresh wave of heat through you. “Eddie,” you gasp, your voice breaking. “I’m—I’m close.”

He doubles down, his tongue working faster, his lips closing around your clit and sucking just hard enough to make you see stars. Your thighs shake, your grip on the headboard faltering, and you lean forward, one hand tangling in his curls. He groans, the sound raw and desperate, and the vibration tips you over.

“Eddie—fuck!” Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, pleasure crashing through you, your hips grinding against his face as you ride it out. He doesn’t stop, his tongue softening but still moving, drawing out every aftershock until you’re whimpering, oversensitive and boneless.

You lift yourself slightly, worried you’ve been too much, but Eddie’s hands tighten on your hips, pulling you back down. “Not yet,” he rasps, his voice hoarse but hungry. “One more, baby. Gimme one more.”

You’re trembling, your thighs burning, but the need in his voice reignites something in you. “Eddie, I don’t know if I can—”

“You can,” he says, his lips brushing your inner thigh. “You’re so strong, so beautiful. Let me have you again.”

His words, his worship, make you feel invincible. You nod, settling back down, and he dives in with a renewed intensity, his tongue tracing patterns that have you gasping within seconds. This time, he’s relentless, his hands guiding your hips in a steady rhythm, his moans mingling with yours. The pleasure builds faster, sharper, and you’re already so sensitive that every touch feels electric.

“God, Eddie,” you moan, your head tipping back. “You’re so good—fuck, you’re so good.”

He hums in response, the vibration sending another jolt through you, and you can feel it, the second climax barreling toward you. Your hips move on their own, chasing the sensation, and Eddie’s right there with you, his tongue and lips and hands all working in perfect harmony. You’re his world, his everything, and he’s making sure you know it.

It hits you harder than the first, a white-hot explosion that leaves you crying out, your body shaking as you come undone. Eddie holds you through it, his hands steady on your hips, his tongue slowing but never stopping, drawing out every last wave until you’re gasping, collapsing forward onto the headboard.

This time, you lift yourself off, rolling to the side to lie beside him, your chest heaving. Eddie’s face is flushed, his lips swollen and glistening, and he’s grinning like a man who’s just conquered the world. “Holy shit,” he says, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. “That was… fuck, that was everything.”

You laugh, breathless and a little dazed. “You’re insane.”

“Insane for you,” he corrects, rolling onto his side to face you. He pulls you close, his hand cupping your cheek, and kisses you, slow and deep. You can taste yourself on his lips, and it’s intimate, grounding, a reminder of what you just shared.

“You okay?” he asks, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Was that… good for you?”

You nod, still catching your breath. “More than good. That was… I don’t even have words.”

His grin widens, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Good. ‘Cause I’m gonna need to do that again. Like, a lot.”

You laugh, swatting his chest, but there’s no denying the warmth spreading through you, the way his love, his worship, makes you feel like the most beautiful thing in the world. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously in love with you,” he says, pulling you into his arms. And as you lie there, tangled together, you know he means every word.

[firestorm-fox]

as a hypercarnivore, Eclipse wouldn't really care about the sugar, but would absolutely love the fat content (so don't even bother giving it to him unless the milk and whipped cream are whole fat)

headcanons

[eepy-cookies]

I will ask as anon for I’m to scared to ask otherwise but can we please have more art of

Characters: Shadow Milk Cookie x G/N! ReaderContent Warning: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

You made a little story of with that title and I swear you made one art of it and I really want to see more art of it like a little sorry book if that happen if that’s okay for I love the story so much how we meet shadow milk again after we waked up

I didnt made a title at that time since I just want to type a one shot. So I might as well add some explanations about this with only two arts! Oh btw, if anyone is a bit offended by this. I’m sorry. Your warned in advance about the yapping.

About his name: He can be called as either Blueberry Milk Cookie, Blue Moon Cookie, Blueberry Yogurt Cookie, and etc tho its safe to call him Sage of Truth. At that time his soul jam is similar to Pure Vanilla for a good solid reason, it was the first original soul jam but I do want to add a tiny head-canon that there should be a “closed eye” to his soul jam but the canon was just like Pure Vanilla’s. Just like what happens at the Blueberry Yogurt Academy before it was abandoned, it was ONCE his second history wanting to teach the cookies more knowledge while his first being crated. Plus meeting Y/N Cookie allowed him to experience what falling in love feels like.

About Y/N Cookie: They made their own appearance as a mortal cookie but had an incurable illness that the witches made a mistake, but what if it wasn’t and it was part of their experiment? Although it was very cruel Y/N Cookie was one of the cookies who suggested Sage of Truth to create that said academy to not find a way to get the cure but also to create memories that can last through time. But they knew their time is up and yet they wanted to live more just to see him one more time, after all they love him.

About the Incurable Illness: Its hard to find a better title for the name so lets call it “Incomplete Dough Illness” its just similar to humans who had disabilities that won’t let them survive much longer, however even tho it’s incurable it’s incurable since it was THE PAST before modern technology was introduced to the new generation of cookies, wether or not it can be cured it can never be cured despite everything.

The life longer spell: A spell casted by the Sage of Truth before he had become Shadow Milk Cookie, it extended a cookies lifespan thus converting them to become almost immortal, the word almost is that a Crescent Moon needs to be presented in order for that spell to perform well. The consequences is becoming corrupted and if that caster perishes that person perishes with them. If that person is also sealed they are comatose until the seal is broken and if that unconscious person is touched or worse that unfortunately cookie will live the most unluckiest and cursed life till they perish.

What happens to them: Shadow Milk Cookie took Y/N Cookie with him to a more safer place. Of course that would make the other cookies worry but Pure Vanilla told them that they will be find, after all Y/N Cookie is the ONLY COOKIE Shadow Milk Cookie recognize despite them being new in a newer world that cannot go back. Of course this time Shadow Milk Cookie CANNOT afford to let go of Y/N Cookie, they are immortally connected with him but they are still weak so they need good care by Shadow Milk Cookie himself (it has become a connected soulmates). If that makes you happy you can see Y/N Cookie still being sweet to him despite everything, sure it takes alot of time for them to understand but you should know that they are an understanding and wise cookie.

Bonus: Shadow Milk Cookie got a kiss in the end. A comforting one. ❤️

[no1blacksapphirefan]

Henlooo! I’m a new anon and this is a first time request of mine. I read your Self-Aware AU of the cookies being worried that the player was gone for a day or two— but what if its far longer than that? Like, due to storage or their device got broken/lost, if you want to touch something much darker than that then its up-to you! (I’m an angsty person today, I’m sorry TvT)

I asked cause: I’m soo up to date with information from CR:K but I genuinely can’t play it because of my storage. Last time I played was about 3-5 years ago— SO LONG I KNOW so the idea that they’re self-aware made me sad that I can’t play until I get a better device for the game 💔

And, if you do write this request, I will say thank you so much! I loovveee your Black Sapphire, Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk portrayals— I sometimes even read White Lily’s but I think of those once as a sibling thing, hehe. Anywho! I hope you’re doing amazing and I hope this isn’t a big ask TT

-🐆🍊(May I take these emojis?)

Course you can take those emojis :33

I'm glad you all like my work ^^ For me as I keep leaving and coming back to CRK (mainly cuz of storage as well) it is a bit entertaining. It's even funnier cuz the reason I joined again most recently was Black Sapphire and I was gonna delete the game again once I got him. But ended up staying, kinda funny to think about how the cookies would think if I did go through and delete after getting him.

Pure Vanilla Oh? Oh! Oh my witches you're back?? It's been- actually he doesn't want to think about it. He missed you so much, you've been gone for years. He knows you don't realise but seeing you again makes him so much happy. Perhaps you've changed your looks? Or you stayed the same about, doesn't matter to him. He thinks you look just as pretty as when he first met you...well when he first learnt he was in a game and saw who has been controlling everything.

Dark Cacao He acts as if he doesn't care, he does. And it's not that he isn't relieved to see that you're okay, he just...doesn't know how to express it. He wants to show you he's so happy to see you again. He just can't right now, but the other cookies can tell he's less tense than he was when you left all those time ago. You seem fine, and that's what matters (unless you joined back when sick/injured, then he's gonna worry a lot)

HollyBerry She's planned for this day!! Yet, when she finally sees you again after all this time, the plans she had in her head to make sure your welcome back was warm and filled with delight (yet still keeping it a secret she knows, she doesn't want to freak you out and delete the game again, she just got you back!) just go missing in her brain. Forgotten almost, it truly has been a long time, and despite all the planning. Just seeing you here and okay is enough to make her forget. (She'll remember when you log off for the day and quickly make her preparations before you log in again.

Clotted Cream He didn't notice at first, I mean. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something important happened but he brushed it off. That is until Financier cookie came in and informed him. Pausing for a bit he quickly put down his things to go see you, go back to the kingdom you've created and sure enough you were there. Humming to yourself as you figured out what new things have been added since you left. As if you haven't left. He is a tiny bit salty you seem care-free, but he knows you likely had your reasons, plus you wouldn't have known how much your disappearance affected him. Besides, he doesn't know the reason why you had to leave, so he doesn't hold it against you.

Lilac Cookie He stays calm upon your arrival, even when you log off. He keeps his feelings of joy and relief inside. Truly he's happy to see you again, it doesn't matter if you likely won't use him again because, as far as he recalls, he isn't exactly the best for most things in the game currently. He doesn't mind, you could dislike him for all he cares, but he still cares about you. And seeing you (hopefully) healthy and happy makes him more calmer then he was before, he won't admit it but your disappearance made him just a tiny bit uneasy, especially if he never heard you state your reasoning. He's willing to wait, even if you leave again and come back for double the time you left previously. He'll be waiting, patiently.

[bat-boys]

besotted

pairing: Azriel x fem reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings: none, just tooth rotting fluff

summary: Rhys and Feyre have asked you to babysit Nyx for the day, meaning you get to spend the whole time enjoying one of your favourite weaknesses: your mate cuddling cute babies.

a/n: thank you so much for the love, it's been so lovely 🫶🏻. this fic is completely self-indulgent - I don't even want children but the thought of handsome men with babies? lord have mercy. My inbox is always open for a chat or fic suggestions /requests. Enjoy loves.

Velaris was truly stunning in every season, every weather, at any time of day, but for you, your favourite time in the city was during the height of summer. When the weather was perfect, the warmth not too stifling, and the evenings cool, the sun glistened on the smooth water of the Sidra, and the air was filled with the soft chattering and laughter of its citizens that lasted well into the evening.

A soft grin played on your lips as you strolled through the streets of the city you had grown up in, the warm breeze gently blowing the gauzy material of your trousers and licking at the stretch of skin exposed at the waist due to the cropped top you wore - the beautiful outfit a gift from your close friend Amren who shared your sense of style. Your confident and sure steps took you past familiar shops, filled to the brim with their exquisite wares as you approached the handful of shops you needed to visit. 

As you neared the first shop you needed to visit, you turned your head slightly when you felt one of those familiar shadows that followed you everywhere. It slipped up your arm and affectionally curled around the skin between where your shoulder met your neck. The darkness cooled your warm skin, causing a soft smile to fall on your lips when you thought of the man to whom they belonged. Since being mated to Azriel, a handful of his shadows were always with you, and you had grown very fond of your own little shadows. According to the spymaster, they had left him on their own accord, feeling as protective of you as their master did. They acted almost as a messenger service between you and your mate. 

"Are you okay, babe? One of your shadows just tapped me on the shoulder." As you entered the small shop, you spoke gently through that sparkling, glimmering thread you shared with your favourite person in the whole wide world. 

"When are you heading back?" His deep, midnight-laced voice slipped into your mind, and you had to hold back the involuntary shudder as you touched one of the children's toys hanging on a rack before you. 

"Why are you missing me already, Az?" Judging by the chuckle you heard that echoed in your head, he could practically hear the teasing smirk in your words. 

"Always, sweetheart." There was a pause, and your eyebrows furrowed. You realized that something was actually amiss, and he wanted you home. "Nyx is fussing, and I don't know what to do."

This time, you chuckled out loud as you grabbed the toy from the rack and took it to the counter at the back of the shop to pay for it. You smiled gently at the shopkeeper, who warmly greeted you.

"He's probably hungry, babe; give him one of those bottles Feyre left. They're in the fridge." Rhys and Feyre had to attend a last-minute meeting today with the Court of Nightmares and Eris from the Autumn Court. They politely asked if you and Azriel could babysit Nyx on short notice. Initially, Azriel had put up a bit of a fuss, arguing that he needed to be there at the meeting, but Rhys had reasoned that Cassian would be there, as would Mor and Amren. Plus, he would show Az everything through his daemati ability. Feyre had sweetened the blow by telling Az you and him were Nyx's favourite aunt and uncle and that they trusted him the most to look after their precious son. 

You had beamed at Azriel's shocked face, winking at Rhys as you had shared in your amusement. Azriel was absolutely besotted with the tiny babe and would protect him with his life if needed. You had no doubt Azriel would immediately sacrifice his life for Nyx, no questions asked. Privately, you had agreed entirely with the idea of you and Azriel protecting Nyx from a security perspective - both of you ready to use your extensive abilities to protect the tiny fae - but also because it meant you could watch Azriel cuddle the baby. In the last couple of months, it had become one of your favourite weaknesses when it came to the shadowsinger. 

"Oh yeah, ok." Relief washed down the bond as he moved towards the kitchen and grabbed the bottle from the fridge, remembering how to warm it and test its temperature. 

"You've babysat Nyx before, Az; you're a natural at this—trust your instincts, babe." You assured him as you passed the money over to the shopkeeper, gave her a warm smile, thanked her, and took the small bag she set on her counter. Wishing her a goodbye, you left the shop and stepped back into the warm streets of Velaris, heading towards the next shop. 

"I've never babysat him before on my own!" You could practically hear the panic in his voice, and you shook your head absentmindedly at his lack of confidence in something he was exceptionally good at. 

"You're his favourite uncle for a reason, Az! I won't be long, promise." 

"Hurry back, sweetheart. I miss you too." A warm caress reached you through the bond, accompanied by the feeling of his shadows sliding up your thigh, the phantom feeling of his hands on your skin causing you to jolt ever so slightly. Wicked little things.

You had been hesitant to leave the Town House, which you and Az now called yours, this afternoon, but with Nyx arriving at such short notice, you needed more time to get some supplies in. You desperately needed some baby stuff and food for both yourself and your mate. You were just exchanging money with the butcher when you felt another frantic pulse through your bond. 

"Babe, he's crying again! He's had the whole bottle." You sent your mate a pulse of affection through his bond, trying to calm him down as you slid the package of food you had just brought into one of your bags. 

"Sweetheart, you need to burp him now." You gently reminded him. 

"Oh shit yeah." You laughed at your mate, drawing some strange looks from passersby, which caused a slight blush to rise on your cheeks. 

"No cursing around the baby!" This time, you felt Azriel's amusement through the bond, a warm beat of laughter that you would spend forever trying to coax from him - his laughter, deep, rich and full, was one of your favourite sounds.

"He can't hear me." He reasoned, his voice now calm now that you had given him a plan of action. He thrived in coordination and planning, able to adapt in times of chaos, but he preferred a detailed and methodical approach to everything. Even in the bedroom. 

As you stepped out of the final shop, your purchases swinging from your hands, your face turned up to catch the afternoon rays as they gently warmed your face, you felt another shadow creep up your arm to practically tap on your shoulder. 

"Fuck, now he's crying so loud I think he might bring the roof down!" Azriel was panicking again, and you could imagine him running his slender fingers through his hair - tuffs of midnight black standing up in a messy array as he started to pace.

"Az, calm down - he needs to sleep." In the Town House, Azriel felt a wave of calm wash over him as he listened to your levelled voice. No hint of irritation or annoyance in your voice. Even after all these years, he still had to fight his instincts that told him you would get tired of him and his pestering, overprotectiveness or panic, but you had been steadfast the entire time. Making sure he felt supported and loved through everything, and he could never be so grateful for the connection you had built together, the love you shared and the life you had crafted with each other. 

"I've tried putting him down, but he screams louder." He sounded tired, and you had to stop yourself from teasing, knowing that wasn't what he needed right now. 

"Pick him up. He probably wants you to cuddle him while he falls asleep." If you were being honest, you couldn't blame Nyx. Nothing, and you mean absolutely nothing, compares to Azriel's cuddles. You always felt so safe, so protected, and so comforted in his arms.

"Ok, yeah, I can do that. Gods, why are you so good at this love." You chuckled at the exasperation in his voice. Azriel must have been so agitated because, through the bond, he sent you images of him gently picking up a crying Nyx, his sweet face red and crumpled as he cried, and holding him to his chest. You tried so hard not to focus on those broad, beautiful, strong, scarred hands as they firmly held Nyx, thoughts of how he had held you last night entering into your mind unbidden and causing you to stumble on the uneven cobblestones of the path you were walking, "Careful love." You felt Az chuckle. 

"Ass." You felt his amusement through the bond and his relief as Nyx began to calm down and snuggled into Azriel. "You're a natural at this, Az, though. I'm nearly home."

"See you soon, love." At the sound of his husky voice, filled with love, you felt your pace pick up as you made your way towards the beautiful home you shared, eager to get home to your waiting mate. 

…

The Town House was quiet and bathed in darkness when you stepped inside. Trying to make as little noise as possible, you carefully set your bags on the entryway floor and slipped your shoes off, the cool wooden floor of the house soothing your hot feet. 

A handful of shadows flew through the air towards you, darting around your body and playfully getting tangled up in your hair and clothes. They whispered at you to be quiet and told you that Azriel and Nyx were in the main living room. 

With a grin on your face, you tip-toed over to the doorway to the living room and leaned against the frame as you took in the heartwarming scene before you. You had to physically stop the tears brimming in your eyes as you gazed at your mate, gently napping on the sofa with a content and fast asleep Nyx resting on his chest, softly snoring in the way only babes can. 

The scene before you was so soft and sweet that you indulged yourself for a moment, picturing your own child fast asleep on your mate's strong chest. You stared for a while, marvelling at the beauty of Azriel. His strong arms were exposed due to his sleeveless top, his Illyrian tattoos proudly swirling around his dark skin - arms you know would hold you close in the dead of night, keep you standing when you were weak and protect you until the ends of the earth. His soft, slightly curled, midnight hair gently fell on his proud forehead, making him look almost boyish and not the formidable man he presented to the rest of the world. His soft, full lips that were parted slightly in sleep. His strong jaw and proud nose, his sculpted body and thick thighs. He truly was heaven-sent.  

"I can feel you staring." He mumbled through the bond, and you had to stifle a soft laugh. Of course, Azriel wouldn't be entirely asleep - he rarely was; at least some part of him was always awake and alert. You think the only times Az had ever wholly given in to peaceful sleep was those precious weeks after you had accepted your mating bond when he was so tired and content to be next to you and holding you close that he couldn't resist falling into a deep slumber. But only after he had made sure the wards protecting the secluded cabin were still secure, ever the spymaster. 

You pushed away from the doorframe and padded towards where your mate was sitting. He opened his eyes slightly, still sleepy from his brief nap, and his lips curled into a warm smile as you approached. 

"Hi, love." You whispered as you bent over the back of the sofa to grip his face and press your lips to his in a sweet kiss. Kissing Az was something you would never get over, even after decades together. The feel of his plush but slightly chapped lips against yours, his delicious taste and scent enveloping your senses, had your toes curling against the cold wooden floor. 

"I'm so glad you're back." You beamed at him as you stared at his upside-down face, gently stroking his jaw and feeling the slight stubble against the soft skin of your hands. 

"Seems like you've got it handled," you teased as you turned your attention to the sleeping child on Azriel's chest. You reached out a hand to gently brush Nyx's soft hair off his forehead, desperately holding in the coo that threatened to leave your lips as he let out a soft sigh and nestled further into Az's chest. Who could blame him, you thought? You had the exact same favourite sleeping position. 

"You're definitely better at this than me," he mumbled as you skirted around the sofa to sit beside your mate. He ever so slowly and ever so gently shifted so as not to wake Nyx so you could tuck yourself into his side. His arm curled around your shoulders to bring you closer, planting a gentle kiss on your temple. 

"How long has Nyx been asleep?" you whispered as you snuggled closer to your mate, hand reaching out to gently stroke up and down Nyx's back in a soothing manner you knew he liked.

"About 20 minutes." You hummed, proud of Azriel for handling the situation. He had been so nervous around the babe when he was first born—so conscious of the tiny, breakable fae he now felt some reasonability for.

"I'd say you've had it completely covered, babe." Nyx stirred ever so slightly, and you knew from experience that you had exactly 5 minutes before he woke up and was agitated again due to not sleeping enough. 

A soft hum filled the quiet air as you got up and gently took the sleeping child from Azriel, whispering soothing noises. He stirred slightly as you manoeuvred him into your arms. You bounced ever so slightly on your toes, continuing to hum a lullaby you had heard Feyre singing to him the other day as you walked over to the travelling crib Azriel had set up next to the sofa. Ever so gently, you lowered Nyx into the plush mattress, stroking a finger down his cheeks in a way you knew he liked as you watched him settle back to sleep. 

Azriel just sat back, arms spread out on the back of the sofa behind him, as he watched you so expertly soothe Nyx. He could practically feel his eyes turning into hearts as he watched you, almost unable to control the all-consuming feeling of love that was threatening to spill from him. He loved you so much and had done so for hundreds of years, but in recent months, watching you become so enamoured by your nephew, a new tentative love grew. 

You turned around, and Azriel offered you one of his sweet smiles before holding out an outstretched hand and silently bidding you to return to his side. With a matching grin, you took his hand and let him pull you in beside him before shifting you both, so you were lying down on the sofa, both facing Nyx as Azriel wound his arms around you to pull you flush against his chest. 

A feeling of absolute contentment flooded Azriel as you lay there, breathing in your sweet scent and kissing your soft hair. You shifted closer to him, fingers stroking over his hands wrapped around your waist, holding you close. Mirroring smiles danced on your lips as you watched your nephew and enjoyed the comfortable silence that had settled over the Town House.

"I love seeing you with Nyx Az." You whispered into the soft silence, and you felt a pulse of utter adoration through the thread you both shared. 

"Hmmm, do you, love?" He mumbled into your hair, an ear-splitting grin stretching on his lips. He was unable to deny that primal part of him that basked in the glow of your words—that you had admitted enjoying seeing him with children. 

"It's my ultimate weakness." He chuckled softly. 

"Seeing you with him is mine, too," he confessed back, his arms loosening as you turned around to face him. For a minute, you just looked at him, eyes drinking in his handsome face, flitting over his lips and his nose before settling on his hazel eyes, which were gazing at you with such emotion that a lump formed at the back of your throat. 

Slowly, lazily, you brought your hand up to trace the features of his face before gently pushing a soft curl of his hair that had fallen over his forehead. The ring he had gifted you nearly 60 years ago glinted in the dim light. 

"Have you ever considered it?" You whispered shyly. It wasn't a topic you had discussed with Azriel much; there simply hadn't been enough time. Shortly after the bond had snapped for the both of you - after years of pining and yearning for each other - Rhys had gone under the mountain. You had spent those long years trying to hold everyone together, and then Rhys had returned, and you had been focused on bringing him and Feyre back from that dark place where they had found themselves. Then, the devastating war you had all been plunged into. It had not been an environment you could ever bring a child into. 

"What?" He knew what you meant, but he wanted to hear the words come from your lips. 

"Having children of our own?" The words felt fragile between you. Deep down, you knew you were both on the same page, but still, this was not a conversation you had had before. The soft smile dancing on Az's lips soothed you, however, as he, too, brought his hand up to delicately trace your features. 

"I didn't think I would ever get the opportunity to be a father, certainly didn't think I would be a good one. But seeing you with Nyx these last couple of months…yeah, I have." His confession was soft, and you couldn't help yourself as you closed that small distance between you two to press your lips to his in a kiss that held a promise and contained all of the love you could ever feel for the male. His arms wrapped tightly around you again as he held you close and lost himself in the delicious feeling of your lips on his. 

You broke away gently, slowly, languidly, eyes still closed as you leaned in to press short kisses to his lips. Resting your forehead against his, you stayed there, breathing him in, hands softly caressing his face. "You will be such a good dad, Az. You will be patient, kind and considerate. Fun when you want to be, firm when you need to be, and comforting when they're sad or frustrated. I've thought about it too." You made sure you delivered the words whilst looking him in the eyes, conveying just how much you meant the words.

"Yeah?" His voice was hoarse, and you spotted tears brimming in his beautiful eyes, your heart breaking in your chest at the fact that he had so desperately needed to hear the words. You leaned in to kiss his lips again, hand resting on his chest to feel his thundering heart as he breathed in a shaky breath. 

"I don't think I'm ready just yet. I still want to experience life with you," you whispered, an amused smirk playing on your lips. You hadn't had enough time with Az yet. There was still so much of the world to see, so many things you wanted to explore with just your mate before you put down roots and grew a beautiful family of your own. 

"I feel the same." He reassured, pulling you closer again, desperate to make sure not a single inch of space was between you two. 

"But when the time is right, when we are ready. It would bring me nothing but joy to have children together." A stunning smile you had not seen before stretched across Azriel's face, and you gasped at the powerful pulse that reverberated down the bond from your mate. It was pure light—beautiful, gleaming light—such happiness radiating from between you two that you imagined both of your skins glowing with it. 

"I love you so much, Y/N." He said reverently. 

"I love you too." The distance between your lips closed again as you placed a sweet kiss on his lips, tilting your head slightly to deepen in - determined to convey just how much you love him, how thankful you are to the Mother and the Cauldron for giving you, Azriel as your mate. You felt him moan softly as you slipped your tongue past the seam of his lips, gently licking into his mouth as you swallowed the soft sounds you were both making. You pulled away with a mischievous grin dancing on your lips, "Gods, our kids would be cute."

"Do you think so?" He asked, pushing your hair behind your pointed ears so he could see your face clearly.

"What, you don't?" You asked in mock shock and horror, causing another chuckle to rumble through his chest. 

"As long as they take after you, sweetheart, they will be the cutest children Prythian has ever seen." You laughed at him, but secretly, you hoped they looked nothing like you and took after the incredible man you had been mated to for all of these years—that they had his kind eyes, gentle smile, and luxurious locks of soft midnight hair.

"I can't wait." You whispered as you laid your head down beside him, nuzzling into his neck and breathing in his scent of mist and cedar, the smell of home. 

"Neither can I, my love." He whispered back to you as he held you close, kissing your hairline and temple. You both let your heavy eyelids droop as your limbs tangled on the sofa. Nyx continued to sleep softly beside you. One day soon, it would be your child in that crib, you promised yourself and Az through that golden thread deep in your heart before you both fell peacefully asleep. 

[sapphicmsmarvel]

Azriel: baby blanket

Azriel had never had a baby blanket. 

When you found this out, it made you so sad you started crying (you were on your period which didn’t help the emotions). 

You were talking with Feyre and Cassian. Feyre mentioned how she found Rhysands baby blanket in their closet and couldn’t get over how cute it was. 

“It has bats! It was so cute.” 

“Oh yeah, Rhys’ mom made me one with swords on it.” Cassian sipped his beer. 

“And Az?” You asked. 

“Az what?” He quirked an eyebrow. 

“What was on Az’s?” You asked, tilting your head. 

“Huh.” Cassian thought. “I don't think he ever got one.” 

“What? Why?” Your heart was shattering for your husband and mate. 

“When he joined the family, he was in his preteens. A little old for a baby blanket. I joined when I was a bit younger so I think that’s why I got one.” He titled his head as he thought. “He might’ve had one when he was with his blood relatives, but I doubt they let him have any comfort.” He grimaced. 

You teared up. “Rhys’ mom never made one for him?”

“No, just because he was a bit older.” Cassian shrugged. 

You frowned, “I wouldn’t think of it either if I were her I just…” Your lip wobbled. “He deserves it.”

“Aw shit.” Cassian got up and went to your other side. “I forgot you were on your cycle.” 

“Shut up.” You cried, swatting his arm. Which he wrapped around you and pulled you to his chest. 

“He’s okay, sweetheart. He’s a big boy.” He kissed your temple. 

“Everybody deserves a baby blanket. I still have mine.” You bit your lip and sniffed. “I need to make Az one. He deserves it!” 

Feyre touched your shoulder. “I think Rhys still has fabric his mother owned.”

“Can you ask? I wanna make it and include the woman that took him in.” You frowned, “and find some way to include his mother.” 

“Of course.” Feyre said. She also kissed your temple. 

Feyre later asked Rhys, who absolutely let you have some fabric. That way the blanket was from both you and Rhys’ mom. You reached out to Azriel’s mother, who helped you learn to sew. You spent hours with her. You loved doing this so you could give Azriel something meaningful, then it was better since his mother helped you learn. 

You did a few practice runs with random squares of fabric that weren't the special kind. Just to make sure you didn’t fuck up the actual project. 

You picked out a soft fabric he loves because it doesn’t cause sensory issues. You chose if in his siphon blue with stars on it. 

When he came home after you had finished it, he was concerned because you looked like you were up to something. 

It didn’t help that you had made his favorite foods plus dessert (since you wouldn’t let him eat you for dessert with your cycle going on, which he doesn’t care either way for the record). 

Then after dinner, you made him sit on the couch and close his eyes for a surprise. “And I forbid your shadows being sent out! So don't send them!” You yelled as you ran up the stairs to grab the surprise.

“Yes, love.” As if they’d listen to him over you in this case. Plus, he’s never seen you so excited. So no, he wasn’t going to ruin it.  

He heard your giggling as you walked down the steps and couldn’t help his own tiny chuckle. He heard the crinkling of a bag as well. 

“Okay, open your eyes baby.” You said. He opened his eyes to see his love smiling wide and her eyes twinkling. 

She handed it to him, he could feel that it was hefty. He took the tissue paper out and threw it at you, which you giggled at as it hit you. 

Then he saw the most beautiful blanket there. He pulled it out. It was a deep, rich navy blue. Sparkling with the night sky. 

“Did you make this?” He whispered, his heart was already filled because his love gave him something. 

You nodded and that caused his heart to overflow. 

“I love it but what’d I do to deserve it?”

“Just be you.” You said. Then he saw the tears start in your eyes. “Gods, this stupid cycle. The amount of times I cried making it.” You wiped your face. 

“Cassian told me you’d never had a baby blanket. And everybody deserves that bit of comfort. I’m sorry if this seems silly I just-“ Your lip wobbled. “I wanted you to have it.” 

“Oh baby.” Azriel cooed. Which was weird, because he was one of the most feared warriors cooing over his period-ridden wife. “C’mere.” He set the blanket down, and pulled you into his lap. Your thick thighs cradling his muscular ones. 

You fit perfectly in his lap. He then grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around you both. For a baby blanket, it was quite large. You worked so hard. He loved it so fucking much. 

“I’m sorry this is your gift and I can’t stop crying.” You let out a wet laugh. “Gods, the amount of times your mother teased me for crying.” You sniffed. 

“My mother?” He froze. 

“I went and visited her a lot these past few months. She taught me how to sew. We had lots of tea and talked about you.” You teased. “I loved seeing her so much.” You whispered. 

His heart was bursting. You spent time with his mother, his mother who you loved to see.

“Baby, this is beautiful. You’re so talented.” He kissed your forehead. “I can’t believe you made me a baby blanket. Thank you.”

He never even thought that he’d want one. Now, the only way anybody would get it out of his hands would be if he were dead. 

“Where did you find this fabric?” He asked. It was beautiful. As if the night sky itself was woven into it. And so soft on his skin. 

“Rhys’ mother.” You sniffed again. 

He snapped his head to you, confused. You smiled. “I asked Rhys if there was any fabric left from her. Then I actually embroidered your mothers signature in the corner, with her guidance. So,” You shrugged. “It’s from all three of us.” 

“The three most important women in my life.” He murmured. 

He brought you into a kiss that told a thousand words. “Thank you.” His voice broke off. “I can’t even begin to think of how to repay this.”

“That’s the thing Az. You don't have to. I’m your wife, I am honored to give you something so special.” You whispered, clutching his face. 

“You didn’t just give it. You made it. You make me so happy, my love.” He brought you in for another kiss. 

After that night, you kept catching him snuggling the blanket. He wouldn’t travel with it, it was his prized possession. It never left your house. All your family knew about it was that you made him a blanket. 

Then, for away missions. You made him a travel size one. 

Then for his birthday. A tinier matching one. Only with your signature in the corner opposite his mothers. 

And, an embroidered baby footprint.

[lady-of-tearshed]

Request - will you do one where Azriel is trying to seduce his gf who is so tired and overwhelmed of everything that she just ends up hugging him and crying and he comforts her? She kisses him back and lets him pick her up and take her to bed but as soon as he puts his arm around her to unlace her dress she unexpectedly breaks and this happens.

I'll Be There To Hold You

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel has neglected his training with Cassian lately to stay at home with you and your growing babe.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: None.

A/N: Hi hello you! I've made it a teeny tiny bit different from what you've requested, but i think (and i really hope 😅) you'll still like it nonetheless! Enjoy! 💕

Dividers made by @tsunami-of-tears 💙

Azriel hasn’t seen you since Solstice, months ago. The last time he saw you is when you traveled from the Dawn Court on your holiday break to celebrate Solstice with him and his family. 

This past year has been a real test on your relationship. The distance, plus your busy schedules, makes it quite difficult for you to see each other. Azriel would fly over to visit you when he could, and you came back home when you had enough free time to do so. But—Azriel has to remind himself this very often—this whole situation is just temporary. Once you’ll be done with your healer program, you’ll come back to the Night Court, move in together, and you’ll work at Madja’s side, like you always dreamed of. 

Azriel remembers when you used to work under Madja’s command, as her assistant healer. For years, Azriel has tried to make you see the expense of your talent, how much you could achieve with it, and how many lives you could save if you became a healer yourself. All you needed was a little push from Madja, whom offered you to pay for your healer program and become your mentor afterward, for you to finally come out of your shell. 

You had been so worried to move away from Velaris to the Dawn Court’s healer institute.He’s never been able to forget the way you had looked at him that day.You had turned around to face him before embarking the carriage that would take you away from him, assessing any sign of hesitation coming from him. He’s pretty sure that if he had shed a single tear or shown a fragment of hesitation, you would’ve stepped back from this opportunity to stay by his side. But he had stayed strong and held back his tears, because this was—is—your destiny, a chance you simply couldn’t miss, not because of him or anyone. It would’ve been a waste of your incredible potential. 

These past weeks, your correspondences with your boyfriend have been shorter and less frequent. Azriel heart aches everytime you mention how you still find it hard to acclimate to the shift in environment in Dawn, how you struggle to handle your academic workload and how much you miss your friends, family, but mostly him. Your most recent response to his letter truly alarmed your boyfriend. You’ve let it shown that you started doubting your worth as a healer, and you explained how tired and exhausted you were currently feeling, alone on the opposite side of the continent. So Azriel took matters into his own hands. 

Now, there he is, standing on your doorstep with a sweet filled onyx box wrapped in a glittering navy bow. Softly, he knocks on your door, aware that you could potentially still be asleep, although the sun was already far up in the sky. His heartbeat picks up as he picks up the sound of your footsteps coming from the other side of the door. His shadows—being as excited as he is—swirl and twirl around him. The world seems to stop spinning when he sees you opening the door, your eyes looking up at him and oh… Azriel has missed those eyes, terribly so. 

Your whole body stills in the doorway, and Azriel takes his time to admire the sight of you. You look tired, sure. Your hair is messily tied up to the top of your head, your pajama’s—is it one of his shirt you’re weaning?—hands loose off your body, and your lips are parted as you look back at him.

“Az?” 

“Hi, baby.”  

A wet chuckle escapes your lips. You try to hold yourself up by tightening your grip around the doorknob, but before your knees can give up, you’re scooped into Azriel’s arms and pressed into his toned chest. 

“You’re here… Gods, you’re really here…” You sniffle, pulling back from him slowly to make sure that you’re not being half delirious from the lack of sleep. 

“I am, baby. It’s okay.” He feels his heart snapping back into place, like two pieces of puzzle connecting together. Never have your reunions felt so emotional before, but seeing you like this, needing him, makes his heart thump loudly in his chest. 

The two of you eventually make it out of the doorway and settle into your tiny temporary loft. The place smells like you, and Azriel lets himself bask in it. Part of him selfishly hates having you so far away from him these days, but the other part of him, the reasonable one, knows that bringing it up would only make you feel worse. That this—although the whole situation is making it hard on the both of you, but most specifically you—is a good, temporary situation. That the best is to come. 

“I can’t believe you came all the way here,” You whisper, nuzzling deeper into his neck as Azriel lies down onto the couch, keeping you glued atop of him. His wings must be uncomfortable, all squeezed up to fit onto your small couch. 

“Well, you seemed… not quite alright, on the last letter you’ve sent. I…” He frowns, gulping the lump of emotions in his throat down. He presses his lips to your forehead, inhaling deeply the smell of your shampoo from his nose. “I worried. I don’t want to distract you, I know you have a lot of work to do still, and many exams coming up but-”

“Hey,” You cut him off, lifting your head to look into his eyes. “I’m glad you’re here. Thank you.”

Azriel smiles fondly. 

—

You and Azriel spend the rest of the day in your apartment, per your request, cuddling, playing board games, reading books, and eating from the sweet filled box Azriel brought from you favorite candy store. 

Around the end of the day, you find yourself pressed against the counter, your lips having distracted Azriel from his drying task. The kiss, starting out slow and gentle, quickly trunks up in intensity. His lips chase yours more urgently, his tongue demanding entrance which you grant him happily. Azriel groans into hit, his hand removing itself from your right hip to roam up your body. It slips under your shirt, feeling the warmth and the softness of your skin as it moves to your stomach, then higher, higher… 

“Az, wait, I-”

Azriel steps back so quickly you have to hold onto the countertop to regain your balance. He lifts his hands in front of him as if he’d just been caught doing something wrong. Worry is written all over his face and his cheeks heats up. “I’m so sorry, Y/N, I should’ve-”

“No, no,” You quickly cut him off, trying to take your raging breath back to normal. “I… It’s fine. It’s just, uh… It’s not that I don’t want to-”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to-”

“I have an exam tomorrow but-”

“Oh, you’re right, perhaps I should leave to let you rest then-”

“I’d really like you to stay the night, if you want. But as much as I’d like to do indulge in more pleasant activities with you in bed, Az, this exam tomorrow is really important and I need all the rest I can.”

You move closer to Azriel, placing your hands around his neck as his come to rest naturally on your hips. He searches your face, but all he can see is deep love emmating from it. “You… You’re sure you want me to stay the night?”

“The real question here is are you sure you want to stay the night and sleep beside a snoring me in a tiny bed barely big enough for one Illyrian male?”

“I’m sure we could make it work,” He chuckles, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” You breathe against his lips. “Gods, I can’t wait to be fucking done with this formation.”

Azriel hums, scooping you up into his arms and dragging the both of you to bed. He lays down decide you, limb all tangled together with barely a millimeter of space between your two bodies. 

“Good night, baby,” He whispers against your hairline, his arms tightening around your form. “You’re going to do great on your exam tomorrow.”

“You just say that because I’m your girlfriend.” You snort against his chest.

“No, because I really think it.” He says with false indignation. 

You smile fondly, burying your face deeper into Azriel’s body. “Goodnight, Azzie,” You murmur as you let the sound of his breathing gently lull you to sleep. 

[mydearestbeloved]

Chapter 4 [Draft]

Sung Jinwoo/Trial Player!Reader

CW: All hail severely traumatized Reader, Part 2 (or is it 3? 4??)

Inspired by @circeyoru ‘s “Future Power Couple”

[Masterlist🦋✨️]

On quiet evenings, after closing the shop, you’d sit in the dim light with your butterflies swirling around you, thinking of him. Jinwoo had grown older in these passing years, but he was still in the shadow of what was yet to come, the trials he’d face, the burdens he’d bear. You’d send a butterfly to always be with him, only occasionally checking in on him, respecting his boundaries even if he didn’t know it.

Just for a moment—a quick glance into his world was enough.

When Jinwoo first registered as a hunter, you had already braced yourself for this moment. The person you had watched in glimpses through the pages, from, the safety of your domain, and later from the shadows of Seoul, was finally stepping into a life that would soon be fraught with peril. You were determined to help him, even if only in ways that were subtle, hidden beneath the surface of his everyday struggles.

As long as the system did not forbid you, you would help him however you could. And perhaps, every small act was your rebellion.

---

It started with the hospital bills. You remembered the pitiful amount of money Jinwoo would scrape together after risking his life in dungeons, just to keep his mother’s medical care afloat. You couldn’t bear to watch it unfold like it did in the story, not when you had the means to help.

You watched him in the hallway of the hospital one day, standing before the reception desk with his head bowed, his fingers trembling as he pulled out a thin stack of cash.

“I-I’m sorry, Miss. This is all the money I can scrape by…” His voice was low, filled with both hope and shame.

The receptionist, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, was holding back a sigh when suddenly, her computer pinged with a notification. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Good news, Hunter Sung!” she exclaimed, her tone brightening. “With this amount, plus some unexpected anonymous donations, yours and your mother’s hospital bills are covered for the time being.”

“What?” Jinwoo blinked, visibly stunned. “But I didn’t—”

“Oh! And I’m glad to inform you that your mother’s complexion has improved slightly in the last few weeks.” She smiled warmly. “The specialists believe it’s a good sign.”

Jinwoo’s mouth opened and closed, clearly bewildered. “Huh? No, wait, that’s… that’s great, but—”

In your hidden corner outside the hospital, you giggled softly to yourself, covering your mouth with a hand as you watched through your butterfly’s eyes. The tiny creature perched delicately on the windowsill, relaying every flicker of emotion on Jinwoo’s face back to you.

Perched on your shoulder was another small butterfly, its tiny wings beating quietly, the faint residual glow of it, the one you’d tasked with easing his mother’s pain whenever it could, flickered beside your ear.

“I hope you can feel a bit more at ease, Jinwoo,” you whispered to yourself. “It’s not much, but it’s something.”

---

Later that week, you left another package at his door. It had become a small ritual of sorts—every now and then, you’d make a meal for him and his sister. The recipes were simple, but you took care with each one, carefully wrapping each dish to keep it warm.

“Brother, did you order takeout again?” Jinah’s voice carried through the door as she opened it, her face lighting up at the sight of the package. “Huh? No, I didn’t.”

“Whoa! This smells more delicious than the last one.” Jinah’s eyes sparkled as she inspected the food, excitement clear in her voice.

You smiled, pleased. This time, you’d made a little extra, something from your own world—a dish that you remembered from home, a comfort food you’d grown up with. For some reason, it felt right to share it with them, hoping it would bring a small sense of peace to Jinwoo’s chaotic life.

Jinwoo stepped closer, frowning slightly as he eyed the package. “Jinah, don’t open it! What if this is someone else’s—”

“Hmm? Jinwoo! Look at this!” Jinah held up the small card you’d tucked inside, her grin widening as she noticed the handwriting: For strength and courage. Keep going.

Jinwoo blinked, his eyes lingering on the card, and you felt your heart tighten. You’d also left something else this time—a pair of twin daggers, crafted with care, designed to suit his grip and his unique fighting style. You’d poured a bit of your magic into the blades, imbuing them with a subtle strength you hoped would last him longer in dungeons.

Carefully crafted, the daggers gleamed in the dim light, their handles a smooth black etched with faint traces of silver. It was subtle, but you’d placed a small sigil of protection on each blade—a silent promise to keep him safe, even from afar.

Jinah’s gaze darted between the food and the daggers, her expression one of confusion and awe. “Who keeps sending this stuff, Jinwoo? Are they some kind of guardian angel?”

Jinwoo shook his head, still staring at the daggers. “I… don’t know,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked at the card again, as if trying to piece together a puzzle that had no answer.

From where you watched, you pressed your fingers to your lips, hoping they’d never figure it out. The anonymity felt like a shield, keeping you from the vulnerability of facing him directly. It allowed you to be there for him without the risk of him ever seeing the scars that haunted you—the scars of the battles you hadn’t been able to fight for him.

---

But there were moments when you could not simply leave gifts behind. Moments where the stakes were far too high, and you found yourself breaking the rules you had set for yourself. One of those times was during a particularly dangerous raid where Jinwoo had been injured, caught off-guard by a sudden ambush.

You found him bleeding out in an abandoned corner of the dungeon, unconscious and pale, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Panic surged through you as you cloaked the area with your butterflies’ illusion magic, hiding you both from the other hunters scrambling to escape.

“Hey… Jinwoo…” Your voice trembled as you knelt beside him, your hands hovering uncertainly over his torn shirt, slick with blood. You could barely see through the tears blurring your vision. “Stay with me.”

You pressed your hands to his wound, feeling the warmth of his blood soak into your fingers. Healing him was a delicate balance; you had to hold back most of your power, keeping it just within the boundaries that the system would tolerate The warmth of your power seeped into his skin, mending the torn muscle and stitching the wounds closed.

“You’re going to be okay…” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

He grimaced slightly, even in his unconscious state, as though still fighting an invisible battle. His brows were furrowed, and you could see the remnants of pain etched into his expression.

Unable to stop yourself, you began to hum softly—a lullaby from your original world, a song you’d heard countless times. The sound filled the silence around you, mingling with the gentle flutter of your butterflies as they circled, their wings casting soft shadows over the two of you. You weren’t even sure if he could hear it, but you hoped it would bring some comfort. His pained expression gradually softened, his breathing steadying, his body growing still as he drifted into a peaceful sleep.

“You will be okay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the fluttering wings of your butterflies. Leaning forward, you pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to his forehead, ignoring the taste of sweat and blood on your lips. “I promise.”

You stayed there for as long as you dared, your butterflies encircling you both in a protective sphere. But eventually, the system's warnings began to flash, and you were forced to retreat. The moment you pulled back, you could feel the invisible barrier forcing you away, like a cruel reminder of your place. You were not meant to interfere directly, not in the way you so desperately wished.

As you vanished into the shadows, Jinwoo stirred, his eyelids fluttering open sleepily. A faint scent of flowers lingering in the air.

The soft glow of a single butterfly disappearing into the darkness.

---

You knew it was only a matter of time before Jinwoo’s sharp instincts would catch on. He had always been sharp, even before his strength grew. He had a way of noticing things, piecing together the small details others missed. Sometimes you wondered if he already suspected there was someone watching over him—a nameless guardian who left behind no trace.

For his sake, you hoped he wouldn’t. There was too much you couldn’t tell him, too many secrets that weighed heavy on your heart. You couldn’t let him find you. Not yet. Perhaps not ever. The scars left behind from your previous failures were still too fresh, too deep. You couldn't face him—not with the knowledge of everything you failed to prevent.

A red butterfly fluttered back to your shoulder, nestling close as if sensing your inner turmoil. You reached up, brushing a gentle finger over its wings, a silent promise.

For now, it was enough to watch him from afar, to slip into his life like a fleeting shadow, offering what little comfort and aid you could. For Sung Jinwoo, the lonely hero you once admired on the pages of a story, being beside him—even unseen, even in secret—was more than enough.

Because loving him like this, in silence and secrecy, was the only way you knew how.

-----

The dungeon gate loomed ominously in front of you, shrouded in an aura of terror. Every hunter that passed by gave it a wary glance, a sense of unease clinging to their skin. But for you, standing alone on the empty, desolate street outside the gate, it was more than just unease.

You knew what was happening on the other side of that barrier.

You knew exactly why Sung Jinwoo had gone in there, why he was fighting against forces he had no chance against, and, worse, you knew how the story was supposed to go.

Even if you wanted to save him, you couldn’t.

As you paced in the shadows, a biting frustration gnawed at you, tugging on your every nerve. The system had raised another invisible barrier around the gate, one specifically designed to keep you out. This was a repeat, you knew, yet you had tried pushing against it just like the first time, pounding your fists in desperation, hoping that it would somehow let you through if only you pleaded enough.

But like every single time, the system never relented. The message that flashed in front of your eyes had been clear, cold, and unyielding:

[Warning: You cannot interfere with the designated player’s progression.]

So all you could do was wait. Hours passed, the world seeming to stretch unbearably as you lingered on the edge, senses on high alert. Finally, when the gate shimmered and disappeared, you bolted forward, cloaking yourself with an illusory skill the moment you felt the barrier lift.

Without hesitation, you sprinted into the dungeon.

The first sight of the bloodstained stone walls, the broken weapons and armor littered across the ground, nearly brought bile to your throat. And at the center of it all, lying on the cold stone altar, was Jinwoo, blood pooling beneath him. His once gentle features were twisted with pain, his usually alert eyes closed, his breathing almost nonexistent.

Your heart pounded in your chest, raw terror surging through you as you stumbled forward, nearly dropping to your knees beside him. Your hands trembled as you summoned your healing power, a soft glow flickering to life in your palms as you placed them gently over his wounds.

“Jinwoo…” The name slipped from your lips, an agonized whisper.

It took every ounce of willpower not to let your emotions take control. You wanted nothing more than to pour every bit of your strength into him, to erase the pain and blood, to make him whole again. But something held you back—a quiet, persistent instinct that reminded you of your own limitations here. This was a pivotal moment in his story, the beginning of everything that was to come. If you pushed too far, you knew you’d be punished for it in ways you couldn’t predict.

Instead, you focused on his face, gently wiping away the blood from his brow as you healed the worst of his injuries. The faintest hint of warmth returned to his skin, his breathing evening out, and you felt a trickle of relief flow through you.

“You’ll be okay… Just a bit longer,” you murmured, hoping your words would somehow reach him, even in the unconsciousness of his slumber.

---

Hours later, you watched silently from afar as Jinwoo was admitted to the hospital. Nurses and doctors bustled around him, wheeling him through corridors and hooking him up to machines to monitor his vitals. You should have felt some sense of peace, of reassurance, knowing he was in good hands, but instead, a strange emptiness gnawed at you.

As soon as the doctors left his side, you sent one of your butterflies to hover just above him, invisible to any onlookers. Through its eyes, you watched him sleep, his face pale yet calm. If only he could see the world through your eyes, how much you wanted to protect him from every shadow and danger.

For days, you visited Jinwoo in the hospital, bringing supplies when the nurses weren’t looking, leaving small offerings—potions, enchanted items, all hidden from sight. You spent countless hours just sitting nearby, willing his pain away.

But after those days of endless vigil, your system did something you hadn’t expected: it simply… vanished. No messages, no reminders, no missions or updates. It was as if it had been swept away, a silent farewell. But somehow, you couldn’t believe that was all there was to it. The system you knew—the one that felt almost…alive—would have left something, some kind of parting message. But there was nothing.

Yet even as the ache in your heart grew sharper, you took comfort in the fact that your powers, and the tiny butterfly summons, your children, remained at your side. The system’s absence didn’t change the duty you felt in your heart.

---

Of course, the only thing the system left behind was the now near-permanent barrier.

You felt your own helplessness all over again when Jinwoo entered the penalty zone, struggling to survive against waves of merciless monsters. All you could do was watch, silently cheering him on as he fought his way through it, determination blazing in his eyes. You knew this was the beginning, the spark that would ignite his growth. But still, it was agonizing to stand by, unable to intervene, unable to help.

Days later, when he took on his first solo hunt in an instant dungeon, you lingered nearby. Observing every movement, every struggle, every victory. You smiled with pride as each time he struck down a monster.

And then there came the time he met Yoo Jinho. The memory of that dungeon still sent a chill down your spine. Jinwoo and Jinho, left for dead by Hwang Dongsok and his squad, and then watching the two of them nearly get slaughtered had you gripping the edges of your seat. You could feel admiration as much as your heart shatter as Jinwoo stood over the bodies, his gaze cold and unyielding. The spark of his innocence was dimming, replaced by a hardened resolve.

“Jinwoo…” You whispered his name as you watched him, clutching your chest as a wave of sadness washed over you. He was changing, evolving, becoming stronger, but at what cost? Each time Jinwoo took a life or fought in the dungeons, you felt your heart ache for him. He was growing stronger, yes, but he was also losing pieces of himself along the way.

You mourned for the innocence he left behind. Yet, you knew this was necessary. You reminded yourself of this, over and over.

---

Every time he stepped into danger, every time he took a blow, you felt the echo of his pain in your own chest. You watched him fight Kerberos, your hands clenched into fists as he took hit after hit, barely surviving. And yet, through it all, he pushed forward, as relentless as ever, Each injury he sustained sent you pacing around the Gardens, your butterflies fluttering around you, trying in vain to calm your worry.

Even when Jinwoo joined Jinho to clear various C-rank gates, you remained his unseen guardian, watching from afar with a bittersweet smile. He was getting stronger. He was closer to becoming the hero you admired—no, loved—from the pages of your old world.

---

And then, the job change quest arrived.

You watched with anticipation as he ventured into the ancient halls, his eyes sharp, his movements cautious. The moment he met Igris, you had been waiting for this moment for what felt like lifetimes. You watched him take on Igris with every ounce of power he possessed, watching with bated breath as Jinwoo faced the trials set before him.

And finally, the words you had been waiting for echoed through the temple, sending shivers down your spine.

“Arise.”

The power resonated in his voice, a command filled with strength and authority. You nearly squealed, couldn’t hold back the grin that spread across your face as you watched the first shadow rise at his command.

Watching him gain his Shadow Extraction skill felt like watching a dream come to life. This was the moment you had waited for, the turning point that would set Jinwoo on the path to becoming the Shadow Monarch. He had come so far, and you had seen every step of his journey unfold before your eyes.

As you gazed at him from afar, smile still tugging at your lips. This, you thought, is enough.

Being able to watch him grow, to see him become the hero you admired, was enough. Just knowing that he was okay—that he was stronger than ever—was all you needed.

End Note:

Unedited Draft of [010/10/2024] - Goodbye

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title:Coming Home to You - Part 2

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader ; Paige and Aria (aunt and Oc! niece)

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Summary: sweet Aria gets her way even when it’s Paige’s day and Paige doesn’t mind at all

3/2/25 was a very bittersweet day for UConn wbb…

Post-Game Press Conference: Gampel Pavilion

Azzi, Kaitlyn, Aubrey, and I walked into the media room, cameras flashing as reporters waited for us to take our seats. I had Aria perched on my hip, her tiny arms locked around my neck, and at this point, I had accepted that she wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

“Paige, you’re really about to do this with a whole child in your arms?” Aubrey teased, sliding into her seat.

I shot her a playful glare before setting Aria on my lap as I sat down beside her. “She’s comfortable. Y’all got a problem?”

Kaitlyn chuckled, shaking her head. “I mean, if anyone could pull this off, it’s you.”

Azzi, who had already been sipping on her Gatorade, snorted. “This is hilarious. Coach even tried to take her backstage, and she clung to you like her life depended on it.”

Aria, now fully aware she was part of the conversation, lifted her head from my chest and looked at the cameras. “I like Paige,” she said simply, earning a round of soft laughter from the room.

The reporters were eating this up.

The moderator cleared his throat, trying to keep things professional. “Alright, we’ll start with questions.”

Immediately, a reporter in the front row leaned into their mic, a smirk on their face. “Paige, it seems like you had an extra supporter tonight. Can you tell us a little bit about your adorable plus-one?”

I glanced down at Aria, who was now playing with the strings on my hoodie. “Yeah, this is Aria—one of my biggest fans and apparently my shadow for the night.”

Aria beamed, turning her wide eyes to the reporters. “She’s my best friend.”

The entire room melted.

Azzi had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing, while Aubrey and Kaitlyn exchanged amused looks.

Another reporter raised their hand. “Aria, what’s your favorite thing about Paige?”

Aria didn’t even hesitate. “She gives the best hugs and buys me ice cream.”

Aubrey choked on air. “Wow, not even her basketball skills?”

Aria thought about it for a second before shaking her head. “She’s good at that too, I guess.”

The room erupted in laughter, and I groaned, pressing a kiss to Aria’s temple. “You guess? That’s wild.”

The press conference went on, with Aria adding random little comments whenever she felt like it. Every time a question was asked, she turned to look at me like she was carefully analyzing my answers before deciding if they were acceptable.

At one point, a reporter asked, “Paige, what has been the most emotional part of senior night for you?”

Before I could answer, Aria spoke up, her voice soft. “She was sad ‘cause she thought my auntie wasn’t here.”

I felt my throat tighten as I looked down at her. She was right—I had been sad. But now, sitting here with her in my lap, my teammates beside me, and my girl waiting for me outside, I felt nothing but gratitude.

I hugged Aria a little closer. “Yeah, munchkin. That and also being added to the huskies of honor wall. But now I’m really happy.”

She smiled, satisfied with my answer, before leaning back against my chest, completely unbothered by the cameras still flashing.

When the conference finally wrapped up, Azzi smirked as she stood up. “Well, that was definitely the cutest press conference of all time.”

Kaitlyn nodded. “We should bring Aria to all of these.”

Aubrey grinned at me. “Hey, next stop, WNBA presser? She gonna be your PR manager?”

I rolled my eyes, adjusting Aria in my arms. “Y’all are ridiculous.”

Azzi threw an arm around me as we walked out. “Nah, you are. You just did an entire press conference with a five-year-old on your lap.”

I glanced down at Aria, who was now half-asleep against me.

Yeah. I guess I was ridiculous.

Aria clung to me the entire time, refusing to let go even after we left the arena. Every time I tried to pass her off to her aunt, she just tightened her grip around my neck, mumbling, “I missed you too much.”

The adrenaline from senior night hadn’t worn off, but the moment we stepped inside my apartment, exhaustion hit me like a freight train. The last few hours had been a blur—cheers, speeches, hugs, and the overwhelming joy of seeing her again. Seeing them again.

I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Girls’ Day Out

The next morning, I woke up to Aria still sprawled across me like a human backpack. She refused to sleep anywhere that wasn’t directly on top of me, and at this point, I’d just accepted it.

By the time we got up, showered, and got dressed, I had a plan: a girls’ day out.

“Where are we going?” Aria asked excitedly as I buckled her into the car.

I glanced at my girl, who was sitting in the passenger seat. “Shopping, obviously.”

Aria gasped dramatically. “Like a spree?”

I chuckled, nodding. “Exactly like a spree.”

And that’s exactly what we did.

We hit every kid’s store in the mall, letting Aria pick out outfits, toys, and even a sparkly pair of sneakers that she insisted I needed to match with her. (I did. No regrets.)

When we got lunch, Aria sat between us, happily munching on her food while swinging her legs. At one point, she pointed at us with a fry and said, “Y’all should get married.”

I choked on my drink, and my girl turned bright red.

“Uh, what?” I coughed.

Aria shrugged. “You love each other.”

We exchanged a glance, and I saw the way my girl’s gaze softened, a shy smile playing on her lips.

“Maybe one day,” I murmured, reaching over to squeeze her hand.

Aria grinned, completely pleased with herself. “Good.”

I watched her for a second before casually reaching over and swiping a fry from her plate.

Immediately, she gasped like I had just committed the ultimate betrayal.

“Paigey!” she whined, eyes wide with outrage. “That’s stealing!”

I popped the fry in my mouth, chewing as if I hadn’t done anything wrong. “Finders keepers.”

Aria turned to my girl, pouting. “Auntie, tell P, to stop stealing my food.”

She barely held back a laugh as she shot me a teasing look. “Paige, stop stealing her food.”

I grinned, reaching over to swipe another. “No promises.”

Aria let out an exasperated huff, crossing her little arms. “I’m telling the team on you.”

I snorted. “Go ahead. They’d probably take my side.”

She squinted at me, clearly unconvinced, then leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a dramatic whisper. “I’ll tell Coach Geno.”

My chewing slowed.

She smirked.

I groaned, slumping back in my seat. “Man, you really are your aunt’s niece.”

Aria just grinned, dunking her fries in ketchup like she hadn’t just threatened my entire career.

Meanwhile, my girl was losing it, wiping a tear from her eye as she laughed. “Oh, now you’re playing dirty,” she teased.

I sighed, shaking my head. “Y’all are actually the worst.”

But even as I pretended to be exasperated, I couldn’t help but watch them—the way Aria leaned into her like she was her safe place, the way she instinctively fixed Aria’s curls when they fell into her face, the way she stole little glances at me when she thought I wasn’t looking.

Something about it made my chest tighten.

I had always known she was good with kids—patient, soft, nurturing—but seeing it up close, with Aria practically worshiping her? It did something to me.

And then there was us. The way Aria fit so seamlessly between us, the way we moved like a unit, like a little family—

I swallowed, shifting in my seat.

I wasn’t dumb. I knew where my mind was going.

I had never been the type to think too far ahead—I liked to focus on the now, on what was in front of me. But at that moment, sitting in that booth, watching my girl and Aria bicker over dipping sauces and extra napkins…

For the first time, I let myself wonder.

What if, one day…

I shook the thought away before it could fully form.

Instead, I reached for another fry—only for Aria to slap my hand away.

I gasped, clutching my chest. “Wow. Disrespectful.”

She smirked. “I learned from the best.”

My girl just grinned, sipping her drink as she watched us go back and forth.

Movie Night with the Team

Later that evening, the team came over for movie night, and Aria was thriving in the spotlight.

She sat in the middle of the living room, taking her role very seriously. “Okay,” she announced. “I get to pick first.”

Everyone agreed, mostly because no one was about to argue with a five-year-old.

She scrolled through the options before gasping. “The Princess and the Frog!”

I smiled, ruffling her curls. “Good choice, munchkin.”

As the movie started, Aria climbed onto my lap, after getting at the attention she wanted dorm everyone else, resting her head against my chest. I wrapped both arms around her, gently rubbing her back.

And just like that, that feeling came rushing back.

I tried to focus on the movie, but my eyes kept drifting—absentmindedly as I played with Aria’s curls, whispering along with the movie, and effortlessly held Aria like she belonged there.

Like I was meant for this. Like she was my child.

I shifted slightly, to see my girl, out the corner of my eye looking at me fully distracted with her palm slightly on her stomach.

“Babe?” I whispered.

I glanced up, finding her looking at me with a soft, knowing smile.

“You okay?” I asked gently.

She hesitated for a second before nodding. “Yeah,” she whispered back.

But deep down, I knew the truth, cause I felt the same way too.

And for the first time, the idea of forever with her didn’t just feel like a dream.

It felt like a possibility.

A certainty.

I pressed a kiss to her temple, my voice barely above a whisper. “I Love you, ma.”

She smiled, squeezing my hand.

“I love you too.”

As the movie played, I leaned back, watching my girl curl up beside me, her head resting on my shoulder. Aria was tucked against my chest, completely mesmerized by the screen.

And in that moment—between the warmth of the people I loved, the soft hum of the movie playing, and the tiny fingers clutching mine—I realized something.

This?

This was everything I ever wanted.

I glanced at my girl, watching the way she smiled at Aria, the way her fingers absentmindedly traced circles on the back of my neck.

I could see it—the future.

And I knew, without a doubt, that no matter where life took us, as long as I had them, I was already home.

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[wosoarsenalwfc]

i think i saw a bear

chloe kelly x reader

summary: you, chloe and the rest of the arsenal girls go to the woods for a team bonding event only to find out that you and your girlfriend (chloe) have been put into different cabin groups, and you can't sleep without her.

warnings : nothing really unless you count like spotting wild animals and beth mead screaming.

******

As the bus stopped at the gas station, all of the arsenal team rushed out to buy as many snacks as they could before the long trip to the woods, in which you would probably have to survive by eating berries and mushrooms you weren't sure were edible. Yep, you weren't taking this team bonding thing very nicely and you had spent the whole of last night grumbling to Chloe on why it couldn't have been a trip to the bar or someones house instead. At least you would be promised safety and food. Unfortunately for you, Renee had agreed with Kim and decided yes, it was mandatory so Chloe had to persuade you by promising to bunk with you.

And as if the world hated you, just as you were starting to enjoy the vibes of the bus Kim and Leah decided it was a good time to announce that they had assigned the cabin groups. Yes, Kim and Leah had decided your fate and who you would probably die with in the woods, and to your further disgust you were put in the first cabin, and Chloe in the last one. You made sure to glare at Leah and Kim as they finished reading out Chloe's cabin.

"Aww baby, stop pouting, its only two nights, plus we get to hang out in the day," said Chloe as she cupped your cheeks.

You turned and glared at her, though there was no real heat behind it and your pout deepened.

"I" you said as you prodded Chloe's chest. "Only came coz I thought I was gonna bunk with you," you grumbled. "They did this on purpose, they're evil!".

Chloe sighed and ran a hand through her hair, then started to give you little kisses on your lips, nose and cheek.

"There's that smile," she cooed as the corner of your lips raised (a tiny bit).

You mumbled something incoherent under your breath and then leaned into Chloe's awaiting arms.

"My cute stubborn baby," teased Chloe, which resulted in a glare from you.

******

The first night in the cabin felt like actual torture.

Not because it was uncomfortable—Leah had made sure to bring enough thick blankets —but because your bed felt way too cold, way too empty, and way too… Chloe-less.

You tossed. Then you turned. Then you kicked the blanket off dramatically and sighed loud enough for Lotte to mumble “Shhh” from the bunk above you. Beth had already screamed once at a shadow outside and warned everyone she had a “highly sensitive sixth sense,” which just made you even more aware of every cricket chirp and tree creak outside. (She also broke everyone's eardrums when she found out that there was no wifi)

By 2:47 am, you were sitting up, arms wrapped around your knees, and staring out the tiny window at Cabin 6—Chloe’s.

You lasted exactly thirteen more minutes before grabbing your flashlight, your hoodie, and tiptoeing out like a teen sneaking out to meet their crush. Which, to be fair, you kind of were.

The forest at night was… not ideal. You nearly tripped over a root, screamed internally when a raccoon scurried past, and full-on sprinted the last twenty meters because a tree branch looked suspiciously like a bear.

You knocked gently, hoping Chloe was still awake.

She was.

She opened the cabin door, eyes sleepy but immediately softening when she saw you wrapped up like a burrito in your hoodie, hair messy from rolling around all night.

“You okay?” she whispered.

“No,” you whispered back. “I can’t sleep without you. And I think I saw a bear.”

Chloe blinked. “A bear?”

You nodded gravely. “Or a branch. But honestly, either way, my life was in danger.”

She snorted quietly, pulling you inside and immediately tucking you into her bed. You curled up against her, arms finding her waist like muscle memory, her hand stroking your hair.

“I missed you too,” she murmured. “Told them they’d regret splitting us up.”

Within seconds, you were out cold.

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of a phone camera click, followed by a familiar snort.

"Would you look at that," Kyra grinned, holding her phone up as evidence. "Cabin crasher caught red-handed."

You blinked blearily, trying to sit up, only to find Chloe's arm still around you—and half the Arsenal squad standing at the doorway, smirking like they were watching the best rom-com in history.

"Oh my god," mumbled Chloe, dragging a pillow over her face.

"You owe me twenty euros!" Katie yelled at Leah.

“Wait, you bet on this?” you croaked, still trying to find dignity while tangled in Chloe’s hoodie and blankets.

"Of course we did," Caitlin grinned. "Love makes people do very predictable things."

******

Unluckily for you, the teasing continued, but Vic did swap with you the next night, so you could be with Chloe.

notes : feel free to send in story requests/prompts

[formerlycookierunauprompts]

Not a Prompt, but rather Shadow Milk Cookie headcanons

First off, literally all of these are x reader headcanons because unfortunately i love this jester bastard.

He calls you his 'Little Star', one because you're the star of his life, his most prized actor, and two because... Well, you're just so tiny compared to him!

Speaking of size he loves flaunting how huge he is compared to you, constantly picking you up when seeking your attention, smothering you with giant kisses, looming over you- You get the idea.

For your own safety, he keeps you in a tower far away from the mayhem he likes to cause. Plus, it has a balcony so that you two can be at eye level without him having to constantly hold you up to his face.

Oh? You think he can remain composed after each time you get to initiate affection? Sure it seems like that on the outside but once he's far enough away he's immediately kicking his legs like a school girl and screaming into his hands. You're just so cute like that! How can he not fawn over you?

Sure, he's crazy, but you might be crazy too for still loving him even after his corruption.

... You miss him, a lot. Why couldn't the witches have also sealed you?

....

Even before his corruption, Shadow Milk Cookie had always been a bit mischievous. Though it was more light hearted teasing and pranks compared to... well, making cookies fight each other for his own entertainment.

And... that's pretty much all of them! hope you enjoyed!

[dannyboy-writes]

Valentine’s

pre crash/no crash

You stared blankly at your closet, standing in your underwear waiting for a thought to reach you.

Should you go with a more formal outfit, or casual? Maybe something nice but not too much… Maybe your usual clothes would be alright. A nice shirt would be good, too.

“You’re going to put something on, Y/n?” Nat asked, leaning by the doorframe.

She looked stunning. A red shirt under her usual leather jacket, bringing out her red tinted lips. Her combat boots and fishnets with a skirt.

Stan was a lucky fella.

“I might go just like this, you know… Maybe Taylor would like that.” You smiled. “What do you think, slacks or jeans?” You held a pair of each.

“Hmm… Jeans. Slacks are just way too much. You don’t wanna look desperate.”

“Right. I don’t wanna look trashy, either.“

She watched you debate with your own thoughts. The slacks would be a nice touch, but she loved the way those jeans fit you.

“Do you think this is fine?” She asked as you pulled your jeans up.

“Oh, yes. You look gorgeous, Nat. Just plain stunning… Trust me, Stan is going to be too shocked to speak.” You knew you would.

“You think?”

“I know, yeah. That outfit makes you look in all the right places,” you chuckled. You went through your shirts scrambling the drawer. “And if he doesn’t notice that then he’s an idiot. Trust me on that.”

She blushed slightly, smiling wide. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a tiny bit jealous of Taylor.

“Now, what should I put on top,” you asked her, holding a few shirts.

Me. “The white one.” She told you.

“Right! The white one. A classic.”

Why was she going out with Stan? She didn’t even fancy him that much, he’d just… asked her first. She didn’t know if you were ever going to ask her, and then Taylor asked you and you were so happy. One valentine’s day going out.

She didn’t want to ruin that for you.

“I don’t want to go out with Stan,” she blurted. Her eyes widening in shock as you stopped putting the clothes back in your closet.

“Why not,” you asked. “Everyone goes out for Valentine’s… it doesn't mean anything serious.” You hoped.

“I- don’t know. I guess, it seems so distant now.” She didn’t pull her eyes off of you as you approached her.

But you were her friend now. The ship had sailed, you told yourself. So you’d be a good friend.

“You were so excited when he asked,” you swallowed your feelings. “Plus, you dressed up so lovely, and you made your hair, and you put on your special make up for going out…”

“My special make up?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yes, I see everything, dear. I know that’s not your everyday trashy eye shadow. That's a special eyeshadow.”

It was.

She looked at you closer now. You had taken one of her hands, and she thought so little of Stan and so much of you.

“Don’t go with Taylor,” she asked you softly, staring into your eyes. Natalie Scatorccio does not beg, but she would for you.

For a second you didn’t understand, and your face gave you up completely.

“Stay with me.” She begged.

You stared at her eyes dumbfoundedly, then at her lips, then at her hands, then her eyes again. Then her lips.

Her red tainted lips.

“Yes.”

She kissed you desperately. She ruffled your hair in a rush of pulling herself closer to you, and succeeding in such.

Her lips so very soft against your own, biting slightly. Smiling.

Her hands moving from your hair to your neck and your chest. Your own hands, clumsily holding her waist and then her back, holding her close to you.

[holly-opal]

Smg4 Mr. Puzzles x reader fanfiction

Mr. Puzzles adjusted his bowtie and went on stage, he snatched the microphone and waved to the audience. "Hello everyone! Welcome to tonight's amazing gameshow!" The audience was dead quiet. Mr. Puzzles pulled out a gun and shot the air. Everyone started clapping and cheering for him. He cleared his voice. "In today's show, six contestants will play intense games in order to win 2193864928363982937749384747 million dollars! Plus, win a giant plate of spaghetti!" The crowd cheered and clapped as the contestants walked on stage; Smg4, Smg3, Mario, Luigi, Meggy, and [Y/N]. "My my! I gotta say, you all look dashing tonight. Especially you, [Y/N]~" Mr. Puzzles said, winking at them. They blushed and looked away, very flattered. Mr. Puzzles clapped his hands and the room went dark, and when the lights went back on, there was an obstacle course where it required you to climb on a wall, walk on lava, jump around the spinning sticks, escape the knuckles, etc. Mr. Puzzles blew his horn and the contestants went straight into action.... Except for Mario but who cares.

As they made it to the lava course, they found it difficult to navigate the hot lava. Mario ended up throwing his brother in it and jumped on him, all while he screamed in pain. [Y/N] tried to hop on the tiny rocks, sweating profusely as they tried their hardest to balance themselves. Mr. Puzzles noticed [Y/N] struggling and snapped his fingers, and big rocks rose up from the lava, making a straight path for them to cross. As they made it across, 4 actually tried to hop on the path as well..... It disappeared and he burned to death lmao.

The four contestants now had to jump over the spinning sticks and make it across. They kept getting knocked over by the sticks and [Y/N] kept getting hit by some of them. Mr. Puzzles didn't like that so he snapped his fingers. When one of the sticks was about to hit [Y/N], it fazed through them and did not even leave a scratch. "What the fu-" 3 said before getting bitch slapped off the platform. Now they were in the final obstacle, the knuckles. They chased the contestants around, wanting to bite their pingas. Meggy started punching all of them out of her way and Mario was straight up getting his body eaten by the knuckles, Meggy grabbed his head and started carrying him out. The knuckles cornered [Y/N], growling and foaming at the mouth, [Y/N] was shaking in fear. Mr. Puzzles snapped his fingers and the knuckles were suddenly very nice to [Y/N] cuddling with them and wanting head pats. Finally, Meggy and Mario made it to the finish line together, they both collapsed to the floor exhausted. [Y/N] calmly walked into the finish line with a knuckles in their arms. Mr. Puzzles got on stage again. "And we have a winnnerrrrrr!! Congratulations [Y/N], you won 2193864928363982937749384747 million dollars! Meggy and Mario both yelled "WHAT?!" in unison. [Y/N] was very confused, seeing as they were the last ones to cross the finish line.

"What the hell?! But me and Meggy crossed the finish line, you unfair ass!" Mario protested. Mr. Puzzles ignored the two and took [Y/N]'s hand, he pressed his screen against it, kissing their hand. [Y/N] blushed at the gesture before getting drowned by the huge amounts of money. Mr. Puzzles said goodnight to the audience and the show stopped..............

[Y/N] crawled out of the money pile and saw that the entire place was dark and empty. Did they leave without them? They looked around for a bit and saw a shadow dragging the bodies of Meggy and Mario. [Y/N] followed them into a closet. The closet has dozens upon dozens of TV's. Some were old while some with very new, they were also extremely broken. [Y/N] noticed that there was piles of DVDs with media such as "Mario's Mysteries", "Once upon an Smg4", and "Scooby Mario". [Y/N] felt someone cover their mouth and wrap their arm around their waist. They screamed and struggled. "Oh don't be afraid, darling. I won't hurt you. I would never hurt you." Mr. Puzzles said. He let go of [Y/N] and they started to walk back in fear. Mr. Puzzles had the same smile he always had, but they could tell that he was angry. Mr. Puzzles walked towards them until [Y/N] hit the desk, he looked menacing to them. His tall figure didn't help much. The stress got to them and [Y/N] started to cry, Mr. Puzzles kneeled down and put his hands on their face.

"Don't cry, sweetheart. You look hideous when you cry. Everything will be alright. I just need to rearrange a few things." And with that, Mr. Puzzles snapped his fingers and the screen glitched out. A 'please stand by" card appeared for about five minutes before cutting back to Mr. Puzzles and [Y/N] in bed together. The sun was rising outside, creating a romantic atmosphere for the two lovers. They were both in their pajamas, Mr. Puzzles was spooning [Y/N] and caressing their face. Mr. Puzzles held them close to his chest, it was as if he was afraid to let go of them. "You'll never leave me, right?" He asked. [Y/N] turned around to face Puzzles and put a hand on the side of his TV thingy and kissed him. [Y/N] shook their head, assuring Puzzles that you won't leave him. Ever. Puzzles smiled and they both continued cuddling.

"Mine. You're all mine. And you'll never leave." Puzzles said. [Y/N] smiled and nodded.

Da end.