#nik writes

adam glenn / he-man x reader

summary after him being gone for so long, you didn't realize how much he could really change

w/c 1.4k

a/n i saw an edit of him with sabrina carpenters song and 100% needed to write about it

you had watched adam struggle for as long as you could remember. he was squinky, tiny, and just stuck out like a sore thumb. no one other than teela ever partnered up with him. while you wouldn't have minded, that chance never really came. while you were never really close with him, the two of you chatted once in a while.

your world and everyone elses collapsed when he left. with skeletor reining and controlling Eternos, you had given up hope. you lived your life like everyone else. just slightly getting by, watching day by day as the drive slowly left your soul.

even though your life was dwarfed down, you lived like a normal 20 year old in Eternia. you had a few boyfriends here and there, you gossiped with your friends, that's what made you feel normal.

that normal was sent crashing down when adam came back. when you fought for your life alongside your family and friends, when you watched the city you grew up in fall further into shambles, when skeletor was finally gone, when walls and positivity was rebuilt, and especially when you realized what a hunk squinky prince adam turned into.

throughout the whole skeletor and he-man thing, you saw just how much he had changed. while his attitude and hope for communication stayed the same, his shape did not.

the man was built. you saw how easily he had lifted that heavy ass sword, how quickly he ebbed and flowed, how his muscles contracted with each movement. the muscles that you never would've thought he'd get.

the tiny prince who could barely stand up against anyone except teela. the tiny prince who was cushioned and coddled. the tiny prince who had the future of Eternos in his hands.

the once tiny prince that had embedded himself into your mind.

his form was something that could never leave your conscience. that tiny groin cloth and chest plate that revealed JUST enough. his toned arms and strong legs. you could just imagine what sat between them. and thats what you did. you imagined.

countless times you had found yourself with your hand down the front of your pants. imagining his fingers were there instead of yours, imagining the noises he would make, how he would feel beside as well as inside you.

god you were a fucking perv.

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today was just like any other day, getting up and heading straight out of the comfort of your home. chatting with people as you headed out into town square. as you fell into the groove you walked around without purpose. fiddling with your fingers as you walked, you didn’t realize where you were going.

and neither did adam.

as your feet skidded underneath you, tripping on your own feet you bumped straight into pure muscle. adam, who was futzing around and trying to see how many books he could balance on his head. as he carefully was trying to keep the books balanced, he stepped on a rock and fell backwards. falling off balance he rammed into you.

you let out a groan as you landed on the ground. your tailbone was definitely going to be bruised. with the pain in your bum you didn’t even realize the amount of pressure that was on your ankle. the pressure and weight of the one and only adam.

he clamored up and off of your ankle in a moment. holding out his hand for you he spoke, “i am so so so sorry, are you okay? i really didn’t mean to, god i need to pay more attention” he rambled.

softly gripping his hand he pulled you up with such ease you felt like your legs were going to turn into jelly within a second. “i-i’ll be okay” you smiled through the sharp pain, “no worries” you grimaced as you put weight on your foot.

he watched as you hobbled on your ankle. “you really do not look like it” he spoke “please, let me help”

before you could even reply his arm was under your own to help stabilize you. “i’ll take you to my mom, she’ll know how to help.” not only were you in pain, but you were highly flustered. instead of protesting you let him lead you through the town square, palace halls, and into the closest room you could find.

he got you sitting and elevated your leg before wandering off to go find his mother. you were so fucking embarrassed. the man you were fantasizing about was almost within arms length. he was worried and caring for you. it was strange.

soon enough he came back with his mom. ointments and wraps in his arms as the queen sat right next to you. adam set the things down before skittering off, most likely embarrassed.

“where does it hurt most?” she asked softly as she slowly and carefully slipped off your boot. you pointed to the outside of your ankle, where it was already bruising and puffing up. “right there,” you put the tiniest bit of pressure on it and winced softly.

“i’m okay really, you don’t need to do this” you spoke. “oh yes i do, you’re in my kingdom, i care for all of you. especially the ones that adam ends up injuring.” she chuckled before examining your foot.

“he falls on a lot of girls feet?” you teased. she laughed in response, “no, you’re the first and hopefully the last”

you smiled softly. she quietly started applying the ointment that was brought onto your ankle. rubbing it in gently.

“he’s really grown up” you spoke softly, sparking a conversation. the queen smiled in response, “oh a hundred percent. never would’ve thought that he’d be as strong as he is. i’m proud of him though.”

“definitely, and he’s handsome too.” you added, hopefully not making it awkward. neither of you had a clue where he had wandered off to, so you didn’t think he’d be right behind the door listening.

“he’s very handsome.” the queen replied. “he may need to get a girlfriend, i know there’s a line of girls that want to be on that list.” she smiled. “i’m not getting any younger. ”

“don’t say that!” you chuckled “you don’t even look a day over 25”

“ugh you’re sweet” she smiled, “stay for dinner? please i insist” she said as she rested her hand on your knee.

“well i don’t think i’m able to run away from that offer.” you joked.

“good,” she smiled

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weeks after the incident it was still all you could think of. yes, you were still in immense pain, but with adam’s thoughtfulness and stopping by every once in a while, made it just a bit better.

with him stopping into your home and making sure that you were healing well, it made you forget about the guilt you felt. the guilt from your nasty and perverted thoughts. alongside forgetting the guilt, you forgot about the journal you had written your perverted fantasies in.

so as adam leaned on your dresser, your heart sunk as his eyes found the journal.

the two of you were friends now. you jokes and hung out when he came to visit you. teasing became apart of your conversations.

“what’s this?” he joked “wouldn’t mind if i took a look would you?” he spoke as he opened the cover.

“stop it! no!” you pleaded. his eyes scanning the doodles and drawings you had put on the cover. “these are really good” he spoke before turning the page.

“ entry one — i can’t stop thinking about him. the way he’s been visiting me and taking care of me. watching his muscles move under his shirt, listening to him talk to me about random things. it’s so fucking hot. i never would have thought that squinky adam would get me so fucking wet. have me thinking about what he could do to me, have me imagining the way his cock would be, fuck. he’s just so mesmerizing “

you snatched the journal away as he started flipping through the pages. entry upon entry of fantasies of him. he was fucking ecstatic.

“forget you saw any of that.” you mumbled. you noticed the flush on his face. his cheekbones covered in red while he bit his lip slightly.

“and if i don’t want to forget?”

you felt your core drench at his words. “what do you mean?” you questioned.

“i mean, you’re the most beautiful girl in Eternos. and-and you fantasize about me?” he stuttered. he sat at the edge of your bed. “you’re all i think about.” he spoke.

“i imagine the things you would let me do, how good you’d feel. the beautiful noises you’d make, and how amazing it’d be if you’d let me see that side of you” he spoke as his hand rested on your knee.

“stop talking and just fucking kiss me” you mumbled before leaning up and pressing your lips to his.

© zmbienii 2026

Charles is desperate to move out of his parents' flat, to get as far away from his father as possible. He doesn't really care where he ends up as long as he can finally find a place where he can feel safe again.

He finds an ad for a flat from a friend of a friend of a friend. It's on the smaller side but hey, it's London, right? The rent is laughably cheap for what Charles is used to but he definitely won't complain.

When he gets there to look at the flat, the landlord is acting cagey. There is obviously a room they leave out when they're showing him around. They only say that the door is to stay closed, so Charles assumes that he has a flatmate and moves on with his life. This is a new start for him.

He never sees his flatmate, is the thing. They are quiet and unassuming and Charles can walk around the flat at 6am, 3pm or 11pm and never catch a glimpse. And that's alright with him. He got a job and saves money for university. He's got other things to worry about.

Until his flatmate starts leaving little notes on his door, or the fridge. They start communicating like that and Charles is disappointed when Edwin repeatedly brushes off the idea of them meeting up in the kitchen sometime.

And one day, Charles accidentally got into the middle of a fight some lads his age have at his work. They chase him into a lake and as he flees, he winds up in an alley. Only when he can't stop shivering does he stand up and make his way back to his flat.

read me the truth

That morning, as Merlin came into Arthur's chambers carrying his usual breakfast tray, he found Arthur awake and slumped over his desk.

"I see you managed to get up early," Merlin said cheerfully, setting the tray down before Arthur. "Soon, you'll figure out how to dress yourself too, and then my whole job will become redundant."

"Shut up, Merlin," Arthur said, but it was obvious his heart wasn't in it. He lifted his head, and Merlin realized his eyes were red-rimmed and tired, as if he'd been crying. His lips had formed a tense line.

"Are you alright, sire?" asked Merlin in concern. His fingers twitched by his side. He'd been there to prepare Arthur to bed late last night.

Between then and now, what could have happened? Could someone have snuck into his chambers? Had Uther been by to have a word? Merlin had found Arthur in similar states after speaking with his father on occasion.

But Arthur did not reply snarkily as usual. He heaved a staggered breath, his lips squirming as he hesitated. Merlin watched him with narrowed eyes; it wasn't like Arthur to be so anxious.

"...I think I like men," he said, sounding utterly, utterly defeated. "...I think I like you."

a/n : *inhales* hI, uh ywah im just gonna subtly finish up the ask game thingies and work on school project afterwards-- i have exams tomorrow QAQ

Also, not proofread!!

💚— How do they make their partner feel better?

Xiao would bring you small gifts !

He would bring flowers, specifically-- qingxin because it's his flower

He's more than willing to cuddle with you if you ask for it, even if he's not one that would initiate affection that much

But if its to make you feel better? He'll do it !

If you're at the brink of tears, Xiao will wipe immediately wipe your tears away while caressing your cheeks

You want hugs? He'll give you a hug ! Want kisses? You bet'cha !

Someone hurt you? Well, guess he'll have a talk with them later, just for you.

No matter whst happens, he'll always be there right by your side

💓— What could their partner do to make their heart race?

Affection

If you're the one to initiate the affection first, he's gonna be so flustered that he swore he could hear his heart's beating reach his ears

He'll try to keep calm but just looks like a grumpy cat afterwards

Which you find really cute and start playing with his face, pinching his cheeks

Oh archons, please save me

Surprise kisses !!

Give a quick peck on his cheeks when he's daydreaming and you are sure to have a xiao with a spear on his hand pale pink dusting his face

You laugh at his confused look but he quickly brushes it off as nothing

But he felt his cheeks getting warmer by the second

He gave you a hug afterwards

“No, we don’t serve chicken tenders.” Bitty frowns. Dex, wrestling with the Espresso machine, stops to stare as he continues, more confused than ever, “This is a bakery?”

Zimmermann, holding three boxes of cupcakes – that Lardo spent all night meticulously decorating – stacked precariously like the tower of Pisa, blushes to the utmost tips of his ears. “Oh. Sorry.” 

“No worries, hon, just– what on earth gave you that idea?”

“I really like your food,” he says. Bitty kind of wants to squeeze his stupid, pretty, red face, which is absolutely unbecoming considering this man is basically a professional bro for the local NHL team. “I was kind of hoping you made other stuff as well.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Bitty can spot Dex’s flannel-clad shoulders shaking, but quite honestly: he can barely move away from the cash register, let alone go over and wack him with a dishrag or something. 

“That I get, but, chicken tenders?”

“It was the first thing that came to mind,” Zimmermann mutters. 

Zimmermann is kind of lucky he’s one of Bitty’s favourite customers, with his weekly order of a variety of baked goods for allegedly — although Lardo, Dex and Nursey have wildly different theories that Bitty strongly pretends not to hear — team consumption.  

Bitty laughs nervously. “You can put in a custom order and I’ll see what I can do? Never tell me I let you go hungry.”

in place of a dedication:

last time i saw you, it was only out of the corner of my eye. you left before i could say hello, or goodbye, or ask about your mom or your newly acquired not-quite-girlfriend you said you didn't want to commit to, back when you were using me because she had too many feelings. i guess i repress mine just well enough to fit in your bed

i know it's easier for you this way, i know you claim it's for everyone else, i know you'll never be honest with me. i hope you can be honest, at least, with yourself

i don't think i'll ever forgive you, but i don't think you care. this is what hurts the most

this isn't for you. ive already given up

i hope to actually forget sometime soon. a wound can ache for only so long, after all

memory is a finicky thing

made from little more than hope and bitterness.

an intertwinement of the acre past

and honeyed, stale joy

words cannot be entrapted by such a thing

images must be torn apart to fit within it

from our past, we keep only pieces

The raindrops gently hit the ship, safely docked at a serene shore. Laurent falls into the rhythm they play with each soft step, humming under their breath, trying their hardest not to make the wooden floor creak. Nearly everyone is soundly asleep under the deck - only they stayed up past midnight, safely hidden in their makeshift office, with books and documents scattered all around them. Although they aren't the biggest fan of sailing, this space feels almost like Y'llon palace library, with the calm quiet and the smell of paper and ink surrounding them.

Laurent smiles absentmindedly. They are not one to shy away from social situations - on the contrary, they tend to gravitate towards people most of the time - but they do truly appreciate some moments alone, especially while working. Especially now, with all those confusing feelings gnawing at their throat.

A frown creeps up on their face, their hand stopping mid air before reaching for a journal on a shelf. Those emotions aren't truly alien to them, but still… When did it get so complicated? 

Their mind wanders off to their new, however reluctant, teammate, a daring soul who joined their cause and quickly found a way into Laurent's heart, though not in a way they expected - instead of slowly visiting it, more assured day after day, they walked inside as one makes their way towards home.

It nearly feels like they've known each other forever, with how they understand each other without words and how they converse at complete ease. It is… way more natural for Laurent to spend time with them than with most people they know. Each conversation, more, each moment spent in their close proximity makes them feel warm, in a way only the summer sun could make them feel before. It is an experience almost too scary to confront-

They do need a good distraction.

The sound of the door opening makes them shake those musings away. As they turn on their heels, their face brightens - they can feel it, along with the fluttering in their chest, and they cannot control it.

It is no one else but the person they just could not stop thinking about.

The rain outside grows stronger.

"I'm sorry," they say, still lingering in the doorway, head turned towards the messy table in the middle of the room. "Did I interrupt you?"

"You never do," Laurent says, their words as sound and true as ever. Yet, some sort of nervousness grows in their throat after the answer comes out. "Come right in."

They step inside, and Laurent suddenly feels lightheaded - is it from all the rocking back and forth of the ship, they wonder? Maybe the change of the weather?

It's as good of an explanation as any.

"I couldn't really sleep," their guest admits, pacing around the office, their hands behind their back. "Thought you might be awake."

"Your instincts didn't fail you yet again," Laurent lets out a small chuckle and actually grabs the book they needed from the shelf, effectively turning away from the other person.

They can't look at them, or so their stubborn heart tells them.

"Listen," their guest clears their throat, and Laurent freezes. "I was thinking-"

"We should get something to drink?" Laurent interrupts them, shooting a quick, panicked glance over their shoulder. They do not notice much - they are scared to, in all honesty - but they do see the other person's shoulders falling slightly.

"Sure. Why not?"

"Excellent," Laurent claps their hands and walks over to the other side of the room, towards Vael's liquor cabinet. "I'm sure our captain has a full stock of goods just fit for a calm night like this! Or any night, really, knowing them."

Their guest laughs - it's a heartwarming sound, yet painfully disembodied. As Laurent kneels to reach for a bottle, they realise just how much they ache to look at them, and how much they are scared of it at the same time. They bite their tongue.

"Need help choosing?"

A voice over their ear rattles them, a small, surprised gasp escaping their lips. Laurent turns their head around, ready to assure their guest - who is apparently leaning towards them - that they have everything under control-

And then they realise their faces are only inches apart.

Laurent tries their best not to get overwhelmed by panic. They cannot look them in the eyes, for sure - they focus on the rest of their face instead. It's not helping, but it's not making matters worse, and that is what's important for now. They manage to stand up, while the other person straightens.

Neither of them steps away.

There are many people who can gain others' attention when walking into the room: either through their looks or personality, it doesn't matter. Yet, only a few can manage to make others feel like they are the only person in the room. It is something Laurent has been aware of forever: they heard those sentiments while learning to navigate the court as a young noble and later on in their life, gaining experience in charming everyone on their way. 

Still, no one prepared them for this. No one told them that one day, someone would walk into a room and make them lose sight of everything. That there would be this one person they could only have eyes for, in any place or situation.

The only person they saw.