angel’s kiss

The deck of the Princess Andromeda was never truly quiet, Luke is always barking orders to everyone; he watched monsters recoil at the sound of his voice or the entire crew straightening when he stepped onto the deck.

He's not a man accustomed to kneeling and he is not a man who is softened by anyone’s presence.

Except for her.

The contradiction isn’t lost on him— the captain of the Princess Andromeda, feared and followed, sitting back against the bed with the weight of her settled against him. One of the legs is draped across his thigh, denim warm beneath his palm, angled just enough that she presses into him with lazy intimacy. She fits there as if the space had always been meant for her, as if his body had been designed to accommodate hers.

He doesn't move you away because he would never do it.

There is the heat of her presence, the way she looks down at him as if she has always known exactly where he would end up.

The lantern light caught in her hair, in the smooth skin... He thinks a lot about her— beautiful with nothing fragile about her presence and commanding without effort.

The perfect woman for him.

His hand rests on your thigh, broad and steady, thumb pressing absent arcs as his eyes look at your face. He’s aware, distantly, that this is how his crew would lose their minds if they ever saw it. Their captain allowing someone this close. Their unyielding leader letting a woman sit in his lap like she owns the place.

Well, the truth is worse.

This woman owns him.

Luke tilts his head slightly, his gaze tracing the curve of your leg where it rests against him, the softness of it undoing him more thoroughly than any blade ever could. He shifts pulling you against the matress, just enough to free one knee, and then deliberately slides both of you to the edge of the bed.

He kneels before you even though you're already touching his hair as if saying he doesn’t have to really do this.

The movement is unhurried. Your leg remains draped close, now higher against his shoulder. Luke’s hands follow, one settling at your ankle, the other bracing lightly at the calf, reverent as if he’s handling something sacred.

And maybe he is. After all you are his goddess.

He bows his head and presses a kiss to your leg— lingering and devotional.

Luke Castellan does not kneel easily to anyone but, for you, it isn't surrender! He has convinced himself this is more like alignment— maybe he's stepping into a role he was always meant to fill.

You tilt your head, amused and pleased.

“Oh, Luke,” you say lightly, knowingly. “Aren’t you such a good boy?”

The words don't diminish him. They crown him.

You know the man between your legs loves it.

Luke exhales through his nose, something like a smile pulling at his mouth as he lifts his gaze to you, eyes dark and utterly unashamed. There is no contradiction here— not between the captain and the man kneeling. For anyone else, he would bare his teeth. For you, he bares his throat.

“For you,” he says, voice low and unwavering, “I am.”

Luke remains where he is, kneeling, gaze lifted. The bed dips with you— the captain’s bed, the place where he plans and commands.

Your foot brushes lightly against his shoulder blade, a guiding touch rather than an order, and when you push back against the edge of the mattress, it’s with the certainty that screams you know you'll be followed. One hand rests on the bed, the other extends towards him, fingers curling in a beckoning motion.

He doesn’t even hesitate.

The man rises enough to follow the line you draw, settling closer, his knees finding the edge of the bed as you guide him in. That same hand comes to his shoulder, easing him forward until his position mirrors his attention— focused entirely on her goddess.

“Good,” you murmur, pleased.

Luke’s hands rest on your thighs, so broad and warm, his thumbs still, as if waiting for permission even when none is explicitly given. He looks at you like he looks at nothing else.

You tip his chin upward again to remind him who’s guiding at the moment. When you lean in, it’s achingly slow and Luke meets you halfway.

His kiss is slow, reverent to a fault. He’s honoring the privilege of being the one kissing you rather than indulging in it. He lingers there, his mouth against yours, and when he pulls back, it’s only far enough to press another kiss— to the jaw, cheek and corner of your mouth.

He loves giving you everything he has to offer and loves even more when you gift him pleased sounds.

★ eiris 2026 mostly proofreaded ! ❩

(( 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝒽𝑒𝑟𝑒 )) 𝓂𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⸝⸝ 𝑙𝑢𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠

Wally is also really forgetful but he always remembers to keep a hair tie on his wrist for you. Even if your hair is short, he keeps it there. He's kept it there for so long it feels strange when he isn't holding onto it. Being the fastest guy ever, you would expect him to show up early on your dates, or even on time.

But no Wally is almost always late to meet with you.

And he always makes it up to you by bringing you flowers before them - or if you're not a huge fan of flowers - he'll bring you snacks to keep you happy.

He'll show up with a sheepish grin and a mumbled apology, explaining how he got caught up at work and lost track of the time.

Because Wally is so damn fast, when he's running around at home, he typically gets carpet burn against his feet.

Because of this you've had to make sure that your flooring is tiles - which comes with its own set of problems.

Like when you've just mopped and he zips past, only to slip and hit his head on something.

You've contemplated getting a wet floor sign to use around the house more than once.

Wally is also the biggest gossip you've ever met.

He has no problem discussing confidential work related things with you.

Because duh you're his spouse, the law doesn't count when you're married.

So he'll sit you down and squeeze whatever stress toy he's got in his hands and talk about whatever highly confidential case he's been working on that day.

Since he is also a mechanic and works on cars sometimes he'll service your car for you, check things, replace things that need to be replaced and fix it all up for you free of charge.

Though there is one catch…

He'll ask you to pay him with a kiss. And maybe more if you're up for it.

Overall Wally is a sweet husband, he's definitely on the funnier end and he's definitely the kind of guy to act like your number one girlfriend with no shame.

JASON TODD

Jason is a quiet kind of lover.

He's the kind of man who loves you and makes it known through his actions, and through little things rather than bold gestures.

Jason will have your coffee order memorized.

Jason orders for you when you don't want to.

He picks off and eats the parts of the meal you're not a huge fan of.

Jason also makes sure you're eating, he checks on you when you go out to eat, makes sure you're enjoying yourself and that the food is going down your stomach rather than just being pushed around your plate.

He comes home with a few new books tucked into his arm every week.

They're usually classics, things he's interested in and wants you to start reading so he can discuss them with you.

He'll read them and then put in sticky notes on passages he likes, tabbing them to remind himself that he wants to discuss this part of the book with you.

Jason is also the kind of guy to remember if you like flowers or not. If you do, great he'll make sure to get you a few when he comes home.

Not into flowers? He'll come back with a packet of snacks or something else that you like.

You never have to ask or remind him. He remembers.

Jason's a big guy. Like he is large.

And he knows this.

So when he's with you and you're cuddling he almost always ends up being the big spoon. Which doesn't bother him too much. He enjoys holding you.

Though there are definitely times where he prefers burying his face into the crook of your neck and feeling small. It doesn't happen very often so when it does, make sure you treat him with a little extra love.

He also comes home to you when he's all battered and bruised.

When you scold him for coming home hurt, he smiles and shrugs, mumbling about how it's not the same if he goes to a hospital.

Who needs a hospital when he can come home to his beautiful partner and be patched up the same?

Jason is the kind of husband who shows he loves you, in his own quiet kind of way.

RICHARD GRAYSON

Dick is the kind of husband who also ends up being your best friend.

And honestly speaking it's not hard to see why that would be the case.

He's such a fun guy it's kind of hard to not love him as your friend.

He's the kind of husband to drop everything when you say you have drama.

And that's how you find yourselves curled up together, hair pushed up, sliced fruit in front of you as you help him put on a face mask while you listen to him share his daily gossip.

The fact he's a police officer along with being a vigilante makes for some insane stories to share with his spouse.

He'll come home from a long night working as either Officer Grayson or as Nightwing and tell you to get comfortable because this new case is going to make you lose your shit.

He's also the best guy to cheer you up when you're upset.

Maybe your body hurts, maybe you've had a bad day, maybe you're just feeling down.

Richard can tell, he can always tell.

And he helps you feel better by… terrorising you?

You'll be laying in bed, aimlessly scrolling through your phone and it’s obvious that nothing's helping and it’s making you feel upset and even more tired and sluggish than before. And right before you’re about to turn in the towel and maybe take a nap.

Your lovely husband walks into the room.

Or "walks in" is a better term for it. Considering he's walking around on his hands.

The sheer smug look on his face added with the absolute absurdity of this whole situation makes you snort and laugh.

When you do, he smiles softly, flipping back upright and walking over.

He laughs your laugh that's another thing.

He makes it his personal goal to hear you laugh at least once a day.

To him your laughter is like music.

Same with your smile. He loves your smile, seeing your teeth and your gums or your dimples when you grin. It makes his heart warm.

It definitely makes his ego stronger too.

I mean he can make his incredible spouse giggle all on his own?? Score!

He brings to Bruce's galas at times, depending on how comfortable you are with public appearances.

If you enjoy a good party then you'll fit right in.

And if you don't, that's fine too. You'll be in and out as quickly as possible, a few pictures and then you and Dick will sneak off into a different part of the building where it's much more quiet, to spend some quality time together.

Dick is your husband, but he's also your biggest supporter and your best friend.

BRUCE WAYNE

Bruce is the most caring man you've probably ever met in your whole life.

Charming, smart, talented, handsome.

Total husband material.

Well except for one tiny detail, one little snag in the whole thing.

Bruce Wayne - your husband - is Batman.

And you've known for a while, he's told you. It's rare for him to come out and tell somebody but when he knew that he wanted you by his side for the rest of his life, he decided it would be best if you knew.

And once he told you, you've been in full support of him and his work, helping him and his kids.

You were bound to know about their identities too, it was inevitable.

You spend your nights with Barbara, helping her on the computer, trying to get as much information on the criminals that your husband is taking down.

You end up growing close with all of his children and you love all of them.

You watch Dick perform his acrobatics, check in with Jason, look after Tim and care for Damian.

The children adore you, and it's hard for them not to.

You're so caring and sweet and now that you're married to their dad, it's like the love they held for you has grown.

Now they can't imagine a life without you, and it would seem that the sentiment is shared by everyone else at Wayne Manor.

You're quite popular with the paparazzi too, who wouldn't be interested in seeing who the Bruce Wayne decided to settle down with.

When you first started dating him, the media was buzzing about the whole thing, you couldn't step outside to get some air without the sound of camera flashing or clicking.

Now you're used to it, and so are they.

Once they realised that Bruce had no intention of ever leaving you, they got comfortable. Seeing you at the numerous gala's he threw, sipping on something expensive.

You've also begun to acquaint yourself with the other people who frequent his lavish parties.

Bruce is an expensive lover, he has the money to burn through so obviously he's going to spoil you the best he can.

New clothes, new perfumes, new cars, anything you could possibly want he'll buy for you.

If you're not overly materialistic then he'll still spoil you, but in more meaningful ways, little trinkets, letting you help him patch himself up after a particularly nasty fight.

Bruce is a particular kind of lover, but he'll be damned if he doesn't show you just how much he adores you in his life.

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