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Need a neglected Batfam with mcsm Jesse reader so badddddddd
'Y/n we came for you!! It's time to go back ho-'
'Dawg who tf are you and why did you enter my town in full gear😭🙏'
Can you guys tell that neglected potential was suppresed in family but when cut ties with said family becomes even better than family's expectations is my fav archtype?
I'M SO FUCKING TIRED OF LOOKING UP YUMESHIP FANFIC OF MY FAVOURITE CHARACTERS AND IT'S MORE SMUT THAN FLUFF OR THERE'S LITTLE CONTENT BUT IT'S ALL SMUT. BRO, I DON'T WANNA READ ABOUT GETTING RAILED BY GRIEFER I JUST WANT WHOLESOME THERAPY CUDDLES FANFIC. OR HEADCANONS. YOU CANNOT ESCAPE THE HEADCANONS.
I'm a minor, and I ofc DNI w that stuff, but finding SFW content is impossible. It's very rare that there's a character that's mostly too pure to be lewded (Forsaken G666 + Noob and a few others) or the fandom is p e a c e and f l u f f but very little content regardless(Minecraft Story Mode), but it's impossible. Leave my fellas alone ffs.
These are the 5 stages of grief(er) I be going thru when I see it's all smut..
Okay you were wrong, it hadn't been a long week, it had been an infinite one, torturous too.
Romeo turned out to be about as useful as a white crayon, having been a God all his life meant he didn't ever have to actually do anything, able to simply snap his fingers and create just about anything.
Presicely because of this, he has no knowledge on even the most basic of things, you thought you would need to teach him the basics, not the basics of the basics.
It took everything in your being not to loose your mind as he started the third fire of the hour, fully accidental, of course, and it was near impossible to blame him for it when he looked like he'd burst to tears and evaporate on the spot if you so much as frowned your brow.
He trully was pathetic without his powers. The angrier part of you derived some kind of sadistic pleasure from seeing him like this, you decided to ignore it, not wanting to trully think it belonged to your being.
It took him two weeks to finally start to make some semblance of progress, at least the place wasn't constantly catching fire anymore. Truth be told, part of his slow learning curve was your fault, everytime the guy got close to you to get a proper look at how to do something, you jumped, pulling away like you'd been burnt, he, obviously noticed and visibly shriveled up on the spot, wilting even more and avoiding looking in your general direction for the next half hour, which was a problem because you needed him to look to figure out what to do.
On his third week he'd grown capable enough that you felt somewhat confident to allow him to handle some things on his own.
He hadn't said a whole lot since he started working, mostly greetings when first arriving work for the day, questions when in doubt and goodbyes when leaving for the day.
Recently though, he'd been making attempts at comunicating, admittedly they were pretty bad, awkward and nerveridden, you, against your better judgement, indulged him.
He asked pretty simple questions, basic, like he'd googled how to make small talk, noted down the process step by step and were following it.
How old were you, your favorite color, your favorite food, what you liked to bake the most, all innocent questions you didn't mind answering.
Oddly enough, they worked as intended as you began easing to Romeo, being less jumpy and, he, becoming more confident when interacting with you, his voice closer to his usual register from when he was The Admin, though not quite there yet, and his eyes staying on yours longer.
Your boss was still quite against the idea of him being around, giving him a harder time, even being unforgiving when he made mistakes, though you found yourself hovering near Romeo whenever that happened, giving your boss a placating look while going to reassure Romeo.
Today was more of the same, Romeo was practicing the last recipe he neeeded to learn in order for you to consider his mentorship complete, you two had found a rhythm that had you working in sync like you were meant to and he was once more asking his usual questions to make small talk when one of them made you freeze.
"You know, I don't think I ever asked this one, where are you from?" He asked so innocently, all while kneading the dough just like you'd taught him, visibly excited to be finally tackling this recipe.
"...Champion City..." Your voice was barely a whisper and as soon as the words registerd to him, Romeo froze.
"O-Oh..." It was all he could say at first, suddently realizing the exact extent of why you'd been so jumpy around him.
You, on the other hand, were still as a statue, gauging his expression and reaction.
"Oh God I-I am so so very sorry, trully I apologize profusely, oh dear me oh my- I shouldn't have- not asked- not done that- not, well, everything!" He's rambling, apologizing over and over as he stumbles over his words.
"I...well...apologies taken I guess, you just gotta understand why I'm so jumpy and stuff..." You cut through his panice.
"If it- if it means anything at all, I made sure to teleport everyone from Champion City to Beacontown and around before I..." He sighs. "It still doesn't make what I did right but...noone was actually harmed, if that makes it a little less horrible..."
Your eyes widen at that, so, even back when he was The Admin he hadn't just genocided everyone? Suddently you understand better how Jesse was able to make the decition to spare him, he was horrible yes, but it seems like he had moments in which a nicer, gentler side shone through, moments in which the good in him pushed through.
Jesse clung to that, put his hope onto the fact that there was a chance that Romeo could be good and, at least so far, he's been proved right.
Maybe so could you.
You put your hand on his shoulder, gentle, grounding, reassuring.
"Thank you."
✦First Chapter✦ ✦Next✦
✦As always, I trully do hope this was an enjoyable read.
summary: A friendly spar turns into a different type of battle
Notes: M!Jesse x (close friend) f!reader
Basically instead of just axel trying to jumpscare Jesse Olivia and axel are both trying to scare him before heading in to the tree house they hear something not too awesome…. Sweat kink?, sweaty sex, and being over heard
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The clock spun to early morning as you watched Jesse practice his skills on the armor stand. Seeing him swing left and right, handling the sword with utmost care and determination. You saw how hard he trained whenever you were overseeing him overwork himself, dwelling more on this. You saw him put away the sword and start walking over to you. Upon reaching you, he stood next to you, acting as if he was leaning against you.
You exclaimed, “ Ew Jesse, you’re gonna get sweat on my clothes. That’s nasty.” You giggled as he spoke up, saying “I am sooo offended. You know I wouldn’t mind if it was…” as he trailed off, shifting his gaze in the process. “Yeah, okay…” you said raising your brow at him. Seeing this, he immediately strained his posture.
“Eh, you know I was just thinking. With all this training, I’m unsure if I’ll ever be able to put it to use” as he did a glance your way with a smirk clearly on his face.
Oh yeah? You really wanna bet that, Jesseboy, you replied as you leaned off of the wall. Noticing this he backed away from you with a certain glint in his eye as he paused, taking back out two wooden swords “There’s the spirit here take this” he said while handing the sword to you. With this, you knew he was just as ready as you were to spar.
He got a few steps away before turning to you, saying, “Maybe we can test it out?” Leading on with a wink in your direction, “Oh, it’s on.” You say swiftly, getting closer to him, taking a swing at his side. Yet he managed to counter it, pushing the sword upright, making you tumble back as he pushes even more, which lands you to the wall. “Hah, maybe the training was beneficial or maybe you’re just too slow?” He smirked. “Oh, this is rich coming from you” you quip back at him
sliding from against the wall, you manage to push him in a quick whim, making him huff as he tried to stand his ground. “Woah,woah, woah, who knew you’ve gotten only a tad bit better,” he said in a mocking tone.
You shifted the sword in between your hands. “Yeah, thanks…” you huffed out, simply trying to figure out what to do next, but with this, you let your guard down as he lunged towards you, tackling you to the ground. Yet, with going down so fast with all the weight that’s on you, you feel winded.
“…Ugh, I’m sorry. I thought you’d be able to handle it,” Jesse said barely above a whisper, yet you could only groan in response as he hovered over your face, looking for signs that you’d be okay. You were able to finally sort yourself out. “Okay, so that was NOT expected,” as he snorted in response.
With a quick turn, you locked your legs around his waist in a swift movement, flipping him to be on his back with you on top. As you responded, “Yet I am always able to control the situation” with a smirk on your face, as he glared up at you. “Yeah, you always say stuff like that, yet you never account for what CAN happen,” as he grabbed at your waist trying to change the position you were in but failing miserably.
He made some sort of strangled noise as you leaned forward, putting the wooden sword to the neck and whispering in his ear, “See, I win…” With this, he struggled a bit being stuck on the ground, a girl straddling you, and a sword to the neck. He quickly shot one of his hands to where your hand met the sword while the other repeatedly tapped the floor as he kept repeating, “Okay,okay, I surrender!” As he kept shifting unknowingly rubbing against you.
With this, you said, “Jesse, can you please stop moving-!” Flinging the wooden sword as you tried to rip your hand out of his grasp, which didn’t really work as you leaned back, putting your weight against his propped-up knees.
You were confused on what happened yet you still were worried saying “Jesse are you okay…? You kinda look like you just flatlined?” His mouth opened yet closed in a goldfish motion as he let go of your wrist bringing his hands to his face muttering “god I’m so sorry… but please don’t move..” “what why? Did I do something to you? Did I hurt you??” You say becoming increasingly more worried but he could only respond with “no…. Just please chill out on moving…..” you were about to quip back with something witty but you felt something hard
And it was something that you couldn’t play off so you asked”Jesse do you have something in you pants pocket? Right here seems kind of hard?” As you locked eyes with him while dragging your hand to the area and lightly squeezing the area to figure out what it was he makes a strange noise
you quickly pull back repeatedly only saying “i didn’t mean to do that.. i’m sorry… i didn’t intend to..” you said quietly yet fast with a pleading tone but he seemed As if he didn’t care as he shook his head both of you guys turning red from embarrassment “it’s fine but….all it takes for you to slow down is for you to grab my junk?” He chuckled “maybe if I let you do that more I won’t have to deal with how you act huh?” He hummed away and all you could respond with “maybe…” barely above a whisper
He looked at you in your eyes “would you want to continue with what was started..?” He questioned and you quickly nodded as he lifted himself up from his elbows so you’re properly in his lap
He leaned closer to your face searching for something yet you leaned forward and connected the kiss both of you shutting your eyes as his hands searched for your sides while you rushed to have your arms around him having a hold in his hair hungrily chasing each others lips
After the heated kiss it ended with you both of you panting into each other’s mouths as he stared into your eyes pawing at the lower part of your shirt waiting until you nodded allowing him to take it off and over your head. He would slowly move his hands to grab the cups of your bra still looking into your eyes as he pressed his lips to yours while this was happening he would take his hands to trace to your back holding onto the clasps as he broke the kiss again and asking in a hushed tone eyes searching your face “are you still okay with this?..” you chose not to answer only to eagerly nod
As he unclipped your bra you maneuvered your arms out of the straps as he brought the front down below the swell of your boobs discarding it to a random corner, as your nipples began pebbling beneath the stare he was doing as if it was going to drink you in. He leaned forward to have his nose nose buried between your breasts, inhaling so hard he groaned
With this simple action, you could feel him throb against you, in turn making you want to get him undressed. While he was busy with kissing and licking between the valley of your breasts, you tried to slip the suspender straps off. Jesse leaned back with a smirk as you whispered into his ear “Mmm… I’m happy I can see that handsome face of yours again without it being in my chest, but why don’t we go a bit further..?”
“Yeah, but why don’t we move to one of the chairs? I mean, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, you know?” But his response was unexpected but welcomed, and you agreed, moving out of his lap and lending him a hand to get up, bringing him over to said chairs.
Once you guys got over to them he would begin to take off his clothes and you followed along even though your only needed to take your pants and panties off and once they were you noticed Jesse was already in the chair patting his thigh
You walked over and got on your knees in front of him, looking up into his eyes, touching the band of his boxers.
All you could think is damn did he really not think it’d be easier to take these off?”
Yet you still asked him if he’s okay with this. He would say yes. He would say yes, while briefly looking at his face when you were sliding down the boxers.
Once you got them down, seeing his dick slap back against his lower abdomen, seeing the sheer size of it.
Though it was just a surprise to see that it was bigger than what you would believe is average
You would bring your hand up to the red tip, lightly touching it and seeing it twitch as Jesse let out a small grunt. Which in turn gave you a bit of confidence to fully stroke it.
Once you started pumping up and down, you would begin to lock eyes with Jesse, seeing how ecstasy seemingly shot through his body through something so minuscule, which led to you taking an experimental lick at the tip. In turn, he moaned from this action
Son you would begin to take the tip fully into your mouth while your hands began to cascade down to the base of him, making use of what you can when you only have half of it in your mouth.
Laying your tongue flat against the underside you would begin to bob your head as you were about to speed up you felt a hand hold the roots of your hair guiding you to go faster
As your ministrations became even more faster you kept hearing him moan your name as you continued sucking as if this was a graded test though saliva was on your chin from this it was worth it until a particular harsh push against the rest of his length as he apologized saying “f-fuckkk I’m sorry you feel so good right now… I-i think I’m about to cum..” as he tugged your head flush against him groaning out loud as you felt the cum spurt down your throat as he released your hair leaning back with an apology as you let go and with a hard gulp and a little cough you were able to swallow it all with a salty aftertaste
You got up with wobbly knees as he held your hips opening his mouth and saying “would you be fine if I tasted you though..?” With a puppy dog look in his eyes you only nodded as he got up and you exchanged places
As you sat with your legs together yet he pried them apart giving you a smile while doing so and once he got closer to the place you wanted it most, you resisted closing your legs as his breath fanned over your cunt and with no benign reason he took a big inhale saying something on “how obsessed he is with your smell” smiling to himself as he did a kitten lick at your slit before diving in
All suddenly he was lapping up at your hole without warning as he would suddenly bring his fingers up to insert them starting with one and then two
As he worked you open he would begin to talk saying “ffucck—you’re so beautiful aren’t you?” With this your body responded for you by shying away from him yet he used his other arm to lock your leg in place “aweee don’t shy out now just let it happen” he said in a light voice
But everything started to build up once he would circle your clit with his tongue while he pumped and curled his fingers inside you. Arching your back from this sensation, you gripped his hair, moaning out his name as if it were a prayer, as you felt sparks tingling in your lower stomach as you moved his head, urging him to go faster. And with a few more curls from his fingers inside of you and the attention on your clit, you felt spasms in your lower belly as you mewled his name and locked your legs around his head while he groaned. Who knew he was good at this?
With a rush of heat flowing to your cheeks out of embarrassment as he lifted himself to your face, giving a sloppy kiss to you as you tasted yourself on his lips before he let go, “Do you think you’re ready?” he asked. You nodded. He gave you a pat on the thigh. “I want to hear you say it, it isn’t THAT hard, hun,” and you whispered, “Yeah, I think I’m ready…” “What? Can you say that louder?” he smirked. “Yes, I’m ready for you Jesse please!” You exclaimed to him, and he smiled calling you perfect.
He would align himself with your hole, yet tapping his head on your clit making you jolt. The feeling until he slowly pushed himself in as you felt the burning stretch as he rubbed at your hip, whispering something you didn’t catch as you were too focused on him trying to get inside you though the pain was finally turning into pleasure as he fully bottomed out inside.
Yet finally being in you is his release. He loves the way you feel as he watches you clench around him, clenching your eyes. This in all made him feel proud with all the turns of events.
Then you spoke up, asking him to move, and he nodded slowly, thrusting his hips forward to meet you, pounding into you without warning, causing pain mixed with ecstasy as he kissed you, trailing down to your breasts as he brought one of them into his mouth, one hand pinching at your other nipple while he moved his other hand to rub at your clit.
All these sensations that you were going through, you could only respond with whines, whimpers, and moans along with Jesse’s name, which fueled his ego, making him know he’s doing good for you.
But he doesn’t think he’ll last with the way you’re squeezing him and the way he can taste the sweetness of sweat on your skin, but he loves every single thing.
Concluding his thoughts, you felt yourself getting closer because of his ministrations, almost becoming putty because of him.
Is there a possible way to fall in love with someone just because of this? Who cares..
But you noticed his hips’ rhythm becoming irregular as he rubbed against your nub faster than before, making you feel as if you were about to burst. Until one particular thrust upwards felt like absolute heaven as he kept hitting that spot. You knew it was over by that point as you started to clench and moan from the way he was moving in and out of you.
Then finally, your back bowed off of the chair as you moaned out Jesse’s name from the absolute ecstasy you’re feeling. From your release his hips started moving more sloppy as he released your tit from his mouth he groaned loud as he fully bottomed out spilling his seed inside whispering praises and talking about how much he loved you while his head rested in the crook of your neck
You absentmindedly responded to him saying “I love you too, Jesse… but what are we?” And he replied to you “I loved you for a while, and I would like to get together with you even under these circumstances.” He acted shy after he admitted that, and the only thing you could do after was smile and say “I liked you too…”
Then you heard something outside it sounded like people on the ladder? and that’s when Jesse jumped up, throwing on his pants while you tried to scatter and find yours too along with your shirt and once you guys were dressed, he opened the trapdoor to see axel and Olivia with a shocked look
Oh….. they heard…?
Made 6/15/26—finished 6/21/26—⋆˚꩜｡ NeptunesBounty on ao3 and neptunesbountyy on Tumblr!—do not copy nor translate unless you ask and credit
What should I write next (most will be smut or so..!)
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WHERE ARE THE MINECRAFT STORY MODE X READER FICS??
WHERE IS MY JESSTRA X READER SLOWBURN??
WHERE IS MY EX'S TO LOVERS AGAIN WITH ROMEO??
I HAVE SCOURED AO3 FOR FICS THAY AND NOT JUST ONESHOTS (I'll take em too cus they are delicious but full fics fill my hunger) BUT THERE ARE NONE, I WANT THE HOT BLOCK PEOPLE
Can we get some male reader x gabriel from mcsm? Something sweet and romantic after witherstorm, if possible
Gabriel the Warrior/male Reader
🟦💎🟦💎🟦💎🟦
Gabriel's eyes used to remind you of a spruce’s trunk in the rain, a deep dark brown, warm, and alive. That was before the Wither Storm hollowed something out inside him, leaving behind strange reddish tones beneath his lashes, now dull and faded. You never told him how much you mourned that change. It felt selfish to grieve a color when Gabriel himself had nearly died. But sometimes, you caught him staring blankly into nothing and missed the way his eyes used to shine before survival became such hard work for him.
The worst part was that Gabriel still smiled through it all. Even now, past his prime, he carried himself like the grand warrior who once proudly proclaimed himself The Mighty Gabriel, with an absurd confidence that somehow remained charming. His armor still shined. His mustache was carefully groomed every morning. He still waved whenever someone recognized him in public. But age and sickness had softened his sharper edges. He let himself lean on you more often, sat down slower, and laughed less boisterously.
Lately, he had been distant. Gabriel loved loudly when he allowed himself to. The problem was that, even after the Wither Storm, he'd had to deal with flare-ups, sleepless nights, and waking up gasping from dreams where purple veins crawled across his skin all over again. He had started retreating into himself. Some days, he would disappear into Beacontown for hours without telling you where he’d gone. Other nights, he stayed awake staring at the ceiling while pretending to be fine.
You knew why. Gabriel had spent most of his life believing that displaying weakness made people burdensome. Years of acting had trained it into him. Even after Jesse proved him wrong, pieces of that thinking still clung stubbornly to him like cobwebs. But nearly dying changes how people think, especially when it happens more than once.
“Are you seriously not hot?” you asked one afternoon, staring at Gabriel’s long sleeves beneath his armor while the summer sun roasted the stone path beneath your feet. Gabriel glanced sideways at you, immediately offended.
“I am perfectly comfortable.”
“You're dressed like you’re preparing to fistfight the Nether itself!”
“We could get attacked.”
“By what? Heatstroke?”
Gabriel snorted loudly before nudging your shoulder with his own. “Meanwhile, you’re one strong gust of wind away from losing half your outfit.”
“Guess I'll have to use you to cover myself; what a shame."
That made him laugh properly. The sound echoed warmly through the trees, deep, rough, and beautiful. Then he winced. It was small and quick, and most people would have missed it, but you never did. Your smile faded almost immediately.
“Please don't, I’m fine.”
“You are such a terrible liar.” Gabriel sighed dramatically beneath his helmet. “You wound me.”
“You already look wounded.”
That made him quiet. He felt so tired lately. You watched his jaw tighten slightly before he forced another grin onto his face, but you knew him too well now. You could tell the difference between Gabriel smiling because he was happy and him smiling because he didn’t want to express a single negative emotion to anyone else. The second smile broke your heart every time.
“You’ve been pushing yourself again,” you said more gently this time.
“I’m managing.”
"Managing to stress me out alright.”
Gabriel looked toward the distant rooftops of Beacontown, glowing orange in the sunlight. For a moment, he said nothing at all. Then his shoulders lowered slightly beneath the heavy armor.
“I know,” he admitted quietly. “I just…” He paused, frustration flashing briefly across his face. “I hate burdening you like this."
Your chest tightened immediately. Gabriel had spent decades being the strongest person in every room, a warrior, a leader, a legend. Even now, people still stared at him in awe whenever he walked through town. But surviving the Wither Storm had left scars deeper than the ones visible on his skin.
You reached over and hooked your fingers gently through his gloved hand. “You aren’t a burden,” you said firmly.
Gabriel let out a soft laugh beneath his breath. “Easy for you to say.”
“It should be easy for you to say too.”
He looked at you and then really looked at you. And suddenly, all the bravado slipped away. God, you loved him like this older, softer, exhausted, and human being. Gabriel squeezed your hand tightly and leaned closer until his forehead rested briefly against yours.
“You know,” he murmured quietly, “nearly dying a few times really changes a man’s priorities.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mm.” His mouth twitched upward slightly. “I realized I’ve spent too much time trying to be impressive and not enough time being with the person I actually love.”
Your stomach flipped violently as you laughed him off. “You can’t say things like that, what would the people think!"
Gabriel grinned smugly, clearly pleased with himself. “That I've made a terribly handsome and lovely man blush. Truly a scandal.”
“You're unbearable.”
“And yet you continue to sleep next to me every night."
You rolled your eyes, but your face felt hot. Gabriel laughed softly, his expression gentling. “Thank you,” he said quietly.
“For what?”
“For staying with me all these years, even after knowing everything.”
Beneath all of Gabriel’s confidence, teasing, and old heroic pride, there was still a frightened part of him convinced that people would leave once they saw how damaged he really was.
So, you stepped closer and cupped his face carefully between your hands. “You really are a dolt,” you whispered. “If you think I'm going anywhere without you, I'm not.”
Gabriel’s eyes closed immediately. You felt him lean into your touch with a kind of exhaustion that hurt to witness.
Later that night, you woke to strained breathing beside you and immediately sat upright. Moonlight spilled through the curtains just enough to illuminate Gabriel, hunched forward at the edge of the bed, trembling hands gripping his knees while he fought for steady breaths.
“Gabriel?”
“I’m okay,” he rasped automatically.
“You can barely breathe.”
“It’ll pass.” His voice cracked painfully on the last word.
You moved beside him immediately, guiding one of his shaking hands into yours while your other hand rubbed slow circles across his back beneath the thin fabric of his sleep shirt. There'd been research done. People had mostly gotten better after the beast fell, but remnants of their suffering still lingered. Periods of stress or exhaustion, aching joints, nerve pain, and panic attacks tangled with old memories of dying. Gabriel hated every second of it, but he had finally started letting you see it.
“That’s it,” you murmured softly. "There's my warrior.”
Gabriel gripped your hand so tightly it almost hurt. “I thought it was happening again,” he admitted shakily after a long silence.
Your chest ached upon hearing the fear in his voice. “You’re okay,” you whispered immediately. “You’re home with me.”
His breathing steadied little by little beneath your touch. The room remained silent except for the distant sounds of nighttime outside and Gabriel’s gradually calming breaths. Eventually, he sagged sideways against your shoulder with evident exhaustion.
“Sorry,” he mumbled weakly.
You looked down at him in disbelief. “For what?”
“For waking you up.”
You barked out a laugh, so startled that Gabriel blinked at you. “That’s what you’re worried about right now?”
“Well, you need sleep.”
“Gabriel.”
“Hmm?”
“If you apologize one more time for this, I’m tying you up on display in your underwear for all the townspeople to see."
That finally pulled a genuine laugh from him, quiet, warm, and real. “As if you'd let people see me shirtless for free," he murmured.
You pressed a kiss into his greying curls near his temple. “Go back to sleep, old man.”
Gabriel hummed contentedly and shifted closer against you beneath the blankets. Then, half-asleep already, he mumbled quietly against your shoulder, “Marry me.”
You froze completely. “…What?”
Gabriel blinked slowly up at you, clearly too exhausted to realize what he had just done. “I said, ‘Marry me.’”
"Are you seriously proposing in our sweaty bed at night!?” He can barely hide his smile as you smack him in the face with a pillow.
"Ask me again when you're not losing your mind on a full moon."
“Mm-hmm.”
“You are unbelievable.” Gabriel’s eyes drifted shut again. “You love me anyway.”
He was correct. A few weeks later, he proposed properly, well, at least as properly as Gabriel could manage. There were no giant crowds, dramatic speeches, or fireworks. Just the two of you were sitting on a bridge, watching lantern lights flicker warmly through the distant streets while Gabriel rested beside you with one arm around your shoulders.
You had been rambling about Ivor stealing food from your kitchen again when Gabriel suddenly interrupted you. “Marry me.”
You stared at him. "Wait, you're serious?"
"We've been sharing a bed for decades now. I'd like to share a name too.”
Gabriel inhaled slowly before sitting up straighter beside you. You noticed how nervous he looked. His large hands fidgeted together awkwardly while his eyes refused to fully meet yours. Gabriel openly feared almost nothing. Yet somehow, this visibly terrified him.
“I wasted a lot of years,” he admitted quietly. “Chasing glory. Pretending to be strong mattered more than actually being together.” He laughed softly beneath his breath. “Then I almost died and realized the only thing I could think about was you.”
Your throat tightened painfully. Gabriel reached over carefully and took your hands into his. “I want to settle down with you, and I want you to journey with me," he said softly. “I don’t care about being a legend anymore. I just…” His smile softened as he gazed at you.
"Would you like to go on an adventure with me forever?"
