Hello! I saw your post saying that you accept requests and mostly for Hawks rn. As u can tell from my username I LOVE this man, so I was thinking if you can write something about the reader using the Safeword during the act with him? Maybe he hurt her without meaning to? And it turns all fluffy with aftercare! You can ignore this if you want and I honestly don't even know if Im writing this in the right place or not it's my first time sorryyy đ
Aftercare - Hawks x reader drabble
Author's note: Sorry this took so long haha, been busy with life. But!! I loved this idea! I love writing fluffy and doting Keigo. ALSO, here is my link if you want to support me financially <3 It's totally not necessary but money is super tight right now and I desperately need to get out of my household :|
Warnings: Mentions of sex (PIV), slight cursing, mdni. Reader is afab. Not thoroughly proofread
Sex with Keigo was always amazing, extraordinary even. You were lucky that you landed a partner as dutifully devoted to you and your pleasure as Keigo. Instead of giving yourself to some selfish prick whose love was dependent on how well you sucked their dick and how readily you were to spread your legs, you freely let Keigoâs soft touch, warm smiles, and protectiveness melt your heart.Â
He often spent nights in between your thighs without so much as taking off his work pants, without expecting anything in return. His lips and fingers worked orgasm after orgasm from you. Your hands gently intertwine with his as he drags his thick cock against your sensitive walls, whispering murmurs of praise, light teasing, and - most importantly - consent checks. Keigo mentioned more than once that your enthusiastic consent made his dick dripping wet with precum.Â
All of these facts did not aid the cognitive dissonance in your mind though as he mercilessly pounded into you, his breath hitching every time he bottomed out; it was so rough it hurt, body haphazardly molded into whatever shape he pleased. The breeding season always heightened his sex drive. He needed this. What kind of partner would you be if you put your own needs in front of his own?Â
So you did your best to take the ruthless pounding. Tears dripped down your cheeks. The taste of blood filling your senses as you bite your lip.Â
âF-fuck, such a good slut for me, hm?â He rasps. âGonna fuck you âtil youâre pregnant.â
Deep breath.Â
You could do this
Another deep breath.
You could do this.
AndâŠ
YouâŠreally canât do this.Â
âK-kei s-stop, âs too much âŠâ your voice was too weak and breathy for your liking. âH-hawksâ
Keigoâs hips jutted to a stop, half of himself inside you, eyebrows furrowed in concern. Earlier in your relationship, both of you decided on his hero name as a safe word. There was a strict detachment between Keigoâs hero work and normal life, so much so that he detested being called Hawks in your shared home.Â
It took another moment for him to understand what happened, the lust fogging his mind pattering away. âShit, babyâŠâ he slowly pulled the rest of himself out of your spent hole, your body flinching. âSongbird, are you okay?â
As much as you tried to speak, your tongue was like lead, throat filled with cotton. Your sobs sounded more akin to choked babbles. The tears dripping down your face was more than enough though to clue Keigo in.Â
âMâsorryâ You managed. âS-so sorry, I-i know âs your rut but-â
Keigo cut you off with a gentle kiss, his feathers swiftly taking over all your senses as he rolled you into his warm arms. âYou did so good for me, love. You donât need to be sorry. Doesnât matter if Iâm in rut or not,â he pressed another light kiss on the crown of your forehead, âyour safety and happiness is top priority.âÂ
âI wanted to do good for youâ you mumbled. âYou always take care of meâŠjust wanted to do the sameâŠâ
âAnd you did, songbird.â He titled your chin so he can gaze into you directly. His eyes were always sharp like daggers, but when you stared at him all you saw was his adoration. âI promise itâs not even a big deal. I donât want you thinking that just because itâs breeding season that I can do whatever I want to you.âÂ
Keigoâs thumb worked to wipe away the remnants of your tears, cooing praise until the saturation made you giggle. Gentle kisses were frequently exchanged. He failed to mention how this time of the year made him extra doteful.Â
âHere, letâs run you a bath, yeah? Iâll start it and fetch you some water, okay baby? You just stay there and be pretty for me, let me take care of you.â
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"Carry: On, Over, Forward, Grant" : someone gets bridal/princess carried for any reason. injury, asleep, for the bit, just because.
"the life you save, the life you don't" : [TW : Character death] The Life You Save AU where the sniper didnât miss Charles. The rest of the camp is left to cope with the loss of the life they couldnât save.
Late Submissions
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LIZ IM GRABBING YOU BY YOUR SHOULDERS AND SHAKING YOU I NEED YOU TO WRITE A CONTINUATION OF THE VRISKA N FEM!ERIDAN FIC EXCEPT ITS THE AFTERMATH AND FEM!SOLLUX PETTY AND JEALOUS ABOUT ERIDAN SPARRING WITH HER EX-KISMESIS. I NEED IT NOW!!!!!!! they must suffer. or maybe kiss and make up. i am entrusting you to do the concept justice.
Sorry this took so long! You get jealous Sol, but only a little bit since that's mostly Eridan's domain đ
Sollux closes the thermal hull with a force that shakes the rest of the mealblock.Â
"Could you keep it down?" You ask politely, burying your face deeper into your first edition volume of Interplanetary Alternain Battle Tactics. Itâs a typical near-dawn date, which means that you get this coveted domesticality that youâve been craving since before you learned how to crave. Not from Sollux, mind you, but itâs fine. You take what you can get, even if it is a bit unconventional.
You return your attention to your book. If she wants to make a mess of her hive, thatâs her prerogative. Youâve long since learned to accept what quirks you canât change and antagonize her about the ones you can change. Sleep hygiene, for example, is a work in progress.Â
Youâre wrapped up in a particularly interesting segment about a zigzagging trench used to win the battle of 673MI when she speaks again.
"Were you going to tell me that you visited your ex kismesis?" She slams a nutrition plateau down on the counter with unnecessary force.
Ooh. This could be good.
"Why? Are you jealous?" You needle, making a point to hide your smirk behind your book.Â
"Why would I be jealous? I get more than enough of you," she bites back, beginning to shovel yesterdayâs leftovers into her squawk gash. If you were looking, youâd probably see her talking with her seed flap open again. Thankfully, youâre not looking. Pointedly not looking. You have no idea why sheâs had so many suitors. Itâs frankly disgusting, proof that natural selection isnât working correctly. More than anything, it makes your blood boil the way a good kismesissitude should.Â
Bad manners aside, this is an occasion to savor. itâs not often you start out with the upper hand, granted to you without any measure of foul play. "Well then why are you mad?" you ask coyly, turning the page to give the impression that youâre still focused on the book.
Youâre somehow still surprised when she tears it away from you with her psionics, even though sheâs been tearing shit out of your hands since before you were even together. Her fork is down on the counter and, as far as you can tell, sheâs looking straight at you with those freaky eyes of hers. You look back. You firmly, vehemently ignore the curling warmth in your gut.Â
It is jealousy that sheâs feeling. She cares enough to be jealous of your last kismesis. Your thump tortoise is fluttering â what a wonderful sweep to be a bleeding-pump romantic.Â
"You sparred with your ex kismesis," Sol says, gritting her teeth. Sheâs so cute you could explode.Â
"Sad that we havenât been sparrinâ?" You ask, doing nothing to disguise your smugness anymore. "Worried that youâre just not stimulatinâ me anymore? Thinkinâ Iâd seek other outlets?"
"No. I know VK never hated you," Sol says, smiling when she realizes sheâs struck a nerve. Still, you know sheâs lying.Â
"So why are you still jealous?"
"Iâm not jealous," she insists. "Itâs just pretty damn crude if you ask me. I mean, really? You couldnât even win? You had a gun. She had a handful of dice. Youâre an embarrassment to me."
Well played. Youâre actually a little bit humiliated now, despite knowing, logically, that sheâs still jealous. Youâre so frustrated by the accusation that you let her change the subject, just like that. "You know sheâs lucky."
"You still did a piss-poor job. I mean, really? Whereâs your aim?" Sollux begins to eat again, which shows that sheâs comfortable enough to go back to her routine, which means that the smug asshole is winning. Fuck that.
"Bet youâd know about piss poor," you snip before you can stop yourself. Annoyance is loosening your tongue and she knows it. You hate her.
"Why? Because Iâm a mustardblood? Very original of you." Sollux is completely unphased.Â
Time to try a different tactic. "Fine. You caught me. I thought youâd be happy that I didnât want to cause grievous bodily harm to someone who wasnât my kismesis, but I guess not. Contrarian asshat."
"You donât enter a spar without intending to cause grievous bodily harm."
Sheâs not even looking at you anymore, choosing instead to devote her attention to her palmhusk. Sheâs typing, which means sheâs texting, which means sheâs texting someone who isnât you â since you donât have fancy psionics, you have to do this the old fashioned way. You stand, crossing the block in just a few strides â these communal hive stem cells are really lacking in space â to snatch her palmhusk away. The fact that youâre able to only goes to show that she let you snatch her husk away, which only serves to incense you more.Â
Itâs clear what she wanted you to see. Teal text. Her informant, rubbing in how good her kismesis is compared to Solâs pathetic seadwelling pet.Â
The universe conspires once again to push you back onto your ass. Sollux lets you read, smiling like a little shit.
"Youâre not defendinâ my honor?" You snap, feeling like you should at least do . . . something in this situation to claim back your dignity. "Youâre just lettinâ Terezi, second in line to the hyperbole throne, embellish the lies of the hyperbole queen?"
Sollux shrugs. "If you had any honor to defend, maybe I would."
You glare at her.
"So. Again. Just to be clear on the situation. Youâre trustinâ Vriska, filtered through Terezi, to tell you that I lost at a spar?"
Sollux snorts, monosyllabic and derisive. "Hate to break it to you, but you confirmed it. The details honestly donât matter to me."
Itâs too late to bring up her jealousy again. Sheâs already gained control of the exchange by having enough dirt on you to dispute whatever allegations you throw her way. Sheâs proven that, by her measure, you are beneath her. Again. Well fuckinâ played.
"Where did you put my book?" You snap, feeling thoroughly done with this conversation. Sollux only smiles.
"Fetch," she quotes her forebearer, gesturing through the stupidly small block that anyone in their right pan could find anything in. It couldnât have gone far, sheâs saying. Youâve never hated her more in your entire miserable life.Â
10. "Nobody will take you from me again, I promise." (Could be Pent helping Niss or Niss helping Pent if you don't feel like writing these two let me know and I'll choose someone else)
Title: Is It Possible
Ship:Â Prinxiety
Warnings:Â Uh... just angel and demon mention. Fangs/sharp teeth mention.
Words:Â 2,932
Request: So, this was the second request that I chose: Prinxiety but they're an angel and demon who just can't stop running into each other, and lowkey don't want to stop? This was also sent in by an anon.
Summary:Â Virgil is an angel who has become alarmingly close with the one being he has no business being close with. Roman, the demon, on the other hand believes alarmingly close is just what they need to be.
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Virgil wasn't in existence for The Beginning... but it was close. Never ask an angel how long they've been around. At best, like Virgil, that's way too much math and there are far better things to do. At worst... well, as far as Virgil had been told, those people are never heard from again. While Angels were supposed good and pure and faultlessâblah blah blahâhe'd dated a couple and knew better. Heh. Boy did he know better.Â
 Anyway.
 The point was, Virgil had been around for a very long time and he had never, ever met anyone as exhausting and irritating as Roman.
âAww, did you miss me, angel?â
 Virgil rolled his eyes, ignoring the heat that rose up the back of his neck.Â
 âRight. Me, a lowly angel, missing the Prince of Darkness. I donât think so.â
 Romanâa demonâactually pouted.Â
 Virgil sensed the other behind him but when the demon wrapped his armsâand tailâaround him, Virgil just sighed and pressed back into the touch.
 Their...relationship...was a complicated one, to say the very least.Â
 âDonât think you can try to distract me, Roman,â he said, turning around in his arms even as he said it. Unfortunately, as he was supposed to be watching over Remy, ready at a momentâs notice to guide the barista toward goodness, he was not doing a very good job at not being distracted.
 âDarling. Iâm a demon. Distraction is inevitable. Iâd be happy to give you a demon-stration.â
 Virgil actually snorted at that. He couldnât help it. Ever since heâd become best friends with the human Patton, one that he had saved from Romanâs temptation, Virgil had become a sucker for puns. Roman seemed proud of himself.Â
 Suddenly, his expression became sincere. Soft.Â
 âI know weâre supposed to hate each other, kitten, but I donâtââ
 âRoman, stop.â
 ââhate you, Virgil.â
 Virgil grumbled under his breath. Here it came.Â
 âI love you, kitten.â
 It wouldnât be the first, or the last, time heâd said those words to Virgil.
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 Virgil thought back to the first time Roman had said those three little words.Â
 He couldnât recall the yearâthat was thousands upon thousands of lifetimes agoâbut he could remember the day just like it was yesterday.Â
 Roman had just beaten Virgil, tempting the human that they were both trying to win for their respectful bosses.Â
 âStop gloating,â Virgil muttered but he allowed a little sort at the victory dance the demon was currently doing.Â
 âIâm afraid I cannot do that, Virgil.â He grinned happily, sun glinting off his canines.
 âYou are very annoying.â
 âYou know that you like me,â Roman teased, his voice sounding melodic as he spoke. Virgilâs eyes widened, his neck growing hotter and hotter.Â
 âI do not!â
 âYou do tooâwait! Are you⊠are you blushing, angel?â
 Virgil groaned and threw his hands in the air. Of all the lifetimes he had known Roman, he couldnât understand for the existence of him why he continued to be his friend.Â
 Rather close friend, truth be told.Â
 âJust⊠go back to your victory!â
 âWhatâoh right! Haha! I am the victor!â
 Thank God Roman had a one track mind where victory was concerned. He watched the other and snorted as a soft smile slowly slipped onto his face. Virgil rolled his eyes at the otherâs continued antics but the grin did not leave his face.Â
 âAw! Look⊠what kind of expression is that? Does⊠does somebody have a crush?â
 He was once again saying the words as if they were a little lighthearted song. Virgil tensed slightly as the other closed the distance between them, watching his every move. Once the demon reached him, however, it was with a sincere and warm gaze that Roman regarded him.Â
 Though he had known Roman long enough to know he had moments of sincerity, he couldnât come up with one good reason why Roman would look at him with such warmth.
 âWeâve been at this for how long now, sweetheart?â
 Virgil didnât know why but he didnât have a good feeling about this.Â
 âStop,â he bristled.
 âStop what, Virgil? Iâm only pointing out the facts⊠Something I learned from Loganâyou know, the human I stole from you.â
 Even when he was trying to be sentimental, he still had to go and rub it in.Â
 That was so like Roman.Â
 What Roman was saying, however, was true. They had been at this odd friendship-rivalry for a very long time.
 He also, maybe, was correct about Virgil having a crush on him.Â
 Virgil didnât have to admit it though!
 Not to himself, and sure as hell not to Roman.Â
 âI donât have a clue what youâre going on about, demon!â
 The blush that was currently inching up the back of his neck was completely ignored in favor of scowling at the demon.Â
 âUh huh,â Roman said, not sounding convinced in the slightest.Â
 Virgil couldnât really blame him but Virgil had always been difficult like that.Â
 âDarling, weâve been rivals, and friends, for thousands of years and for at least a couple of those thousand, weâve been dancing around this thing between us.â
 âThing?â Virgil asked incredulously. âWe do not have a thing Roman.â
 But⊠perhaps they did.
 Still. Roman was a demon and Virgil was an angel.Â
 It just wouldnâtâcouldnâtâwork. And Virgil, ever one to guard his heart, was not about to take a chance on something that had no hope of ever working out.
 âVirgil,â Roman began, sounding sad. He moved to stand right in front of him.
 Virgil was sure he should move away but, he was a little ashamed to admit, he just didnât want to.Â
 Looking down at the shorter being, Virgil sighed as he caught the adoration and affection in those golden eyes.Â
 âRoman,â Virgil said, his tone defensive.Â
 âVirgil⊠Iâm certain Iâm in love with you.â
 God damn it.
 âWhy?â
 Roman looked confused and perhaps a little affronted.Â
 âWhat do you mean âwhyâ?â
 âI mean that exactly, Roman. Why? Why, why, why, why?â
 Virgil moved away from the other as he started to pace back and forth.Â
 âYou are a demon. I am an angel. Romanâitâs impossible.â
 âI like a challengeâŠâ
 âThere is no challenge here. There is no anything! We are supposed to be enemies! Why can you not get that?â
 Roman smiled a soft, sad smile.Â
 âYouâll never be an enemy to me, sweetheart.â
 Virgil blushed and gestured wildly with his hands.Â
 âStop!â His pacing interrupted, Virgil put his face into his hands and groaned.
 Roman closed the distance between once more.Â
 âVirgil, I am going to embrace you.â
 Roman gave the angel time to move away if he wished before pulling Virgil into his arms. Virgil tensed at first but made no motion to pull away. Eventually, he closed his eyes and leaned into the embrace.Â
 âItâs okay, sweetheart. I love you and Iâve got all the time in existence for you to realize that we are simply meant to be.â
 âYou simple minded foolâŠâ Virgil grumbled but it was with a shaky breath that he gazed down at the other.Â
 âI am far from simple, my dearest angel.â
 That was Godâs Honest truth too. Roman was most eccentric.Â
 âYeah, yeah.â
 Roman chuckled deeply before pulling away just enough to take Virgilâs hand and bow over it, kissing the back of his hand as he looked up at him from beneath long dark lashes. Heart thumping heavily against his chest, Virgil quickly pulled his hand away before flailing his hands wildly once more.Â
 There were quite a few times after that, but each one was met with Virgilâs dismissal. Confessions brushed off and pretended they didnât make his heart stir. Denying what he wanted. It just never seemed like the right time.Â
 Then again, in Virgilâs mind, no time would ever be right.Â
 The next time Virgil could recall in complete detail was nine hundred years, give or take a couple hundred, after the first.Â
 Virgil snorted as Roman growled the moment the human theyâd both been watching over made the decision to stay on the straight and narrow. His lip curled slightly, showing off twin sharp fangs, making the demonâs displeasure clear as glass.
 âWhatâs wrong, Roman?â Virgil teased with a smirk. âCanât take the heat? Get out of hell.âÂ
 Roman made a face and proceeded to actually stick his tongue out.Â
 âRude.âÂ
 Roman pouted but comfortable silence soon fell between them as they watched the human. Virgil was enjoying the moment but soon tensed. Companionable silence usually led to one thing.Â
 âVirgilâŠâ
 The demonâs voice was soft, warm, and gentle. It warmed him completely and when the other pulled him into a firm embrace, Virgil allowed it.Â
 âRoman,â Virgil said after some time, his voice quiet and a little shaky.
 âYes, dear angel?âÂ
 âWe⊠we canât.â
 âWhy not?â
 âYou are a demon and I am an angel.â
 âVery observant, my dear.â
 âFool.â
 âOnly a fool in love.âÂ
 âOh my God, you are so infuriating.â
 Roman pouted at that but sighed and squeezed Virgil a little tighter. The angel gave a start as Romanâs tail curled around his leg but settled into the embrace once more, sighing.
 âAll of your flirtation and embraces are not going to change the face that we are an angel and a demon, Roman. Nothing can change that.â
 âWho says anything needs to change? You being an angel is one of the many things I love about you, angel.â
 âDonât use that word!â Virgil hissed, pressing his face into the otherâs neck, blushing deeply.Â
 A deep chuckle left the demon, Virgil feeling the rumble of it against his body with how closely Roman held him.Â
 âWhich word? Change? Angel?â
 Virgil pulled back to glower down at the demon.Â
 âYou know which word!â
 âMmm⊠I donât think I do. Iâve said so many words. It really could be any one of them.â
 Virgil growled.Â
 âStop saying âloveâ!â
 âOh! That word!â
 âYou knew very well I meant that word.â
 âMaybe⊠but I wanted to hear you say it.â
 Virgil grumbled again, ignoring the heat flooding his face.
 âYou fiend.â
 Roman laughed heartily at that. A moment later, Roman pulled back to reach up, taking Virgilâs face into his hands.Â
 âYou know what comes next, angel.â He was right. Virgil new damn well what was coming next.Â
 God damn him.
 âI love you, Virgil.â
 Virgil sighed heavily.Â
 âI really wish you wouldnât.â
 âNow, thatâs not true.â
 It really wasnât but Roman definitely did not need to be privy to that information.
 âIâm going to kiss you now.â
 Roman didnât move to kiss him right away. Virgil assumed it was to give him time to move out of his embrace if he did not wish for the demon to kiss him. Yet, though Virgil knew he needed to leave right then, the angel just couldnât bring himself to do it.Â
 Roman smiled, pressing closer to the other as he leaned up, closing his eyes as he covered Virgilâs mouth with his own. Virgil couldnât deny, even to himself, that he felt the intense spark in that kiss. He could, however, deny, to everyone for all of time that he most definitely kissed the demon back.Â
 Especially to himself.
 There were many similar encounters that followed after that day. There were fleeting touches and longing kisses but Virgil could never bring himself to give into Romanâs offer completely. He had come close a handful of times but the closest had been in the Roaring Twenties when the angel and demon had finally gone state-side.Â
 âHello, angel~â A voice purred in his ear.
 Arms wrapped around him and Virgil pressed back into his embrace.Â
 âHello, fiend.â It was said with, perhaps, a little less grumbling than was normal.Â
 âMmm.âÂ
 Roman nuzzled into Virgil from behind, brushing his nose along the otherâs neck and making him shiver.Â
 âNice to not be against each other⊠for once.â
 âJust because we have different charges, Roman, does not mean we arenât against each other.â
 âYou know what I mean, kitten.â
 Virgil sighed. Roman wasnât wrong. He knew exactly what Roman meant but everything with him was all so confusing and complicated that he just didnât want to deal with it.
 So he turned around in the otherâs embrace, looking down at him with determination.Â
 âJust shut up and kiss me, fiend.â
 If Roman was surprised by his requestâokay, orderâhe didnât show it. Instead, the demon smiled at him, love and adoration clear in his golden gaze.Â
 âAnything for you, angel.â
 Roman reached up and held his face like he had so many times before. Virgil melted into the demon as the other kissed him deeply. If a soft, content sound escaped him as he wrapped his arms around the demon, Virgil would never admit it.
 The most recent time had been a week ago. Both of them had been assigned to the same humanâa young barista named Remyâand Virgil had definitely had his work cut out from him.Â
 âOooh~ Iâve got this one in the bag!â
 Virgil rolled his eyes but had nothing to say. Roman was correct. In fact, even though Remy seemed like a good person, he would definitely fit in more with Romanâs crowd.Â
 Roman grinned, flashing his sharp canines.Â
 Virgil quickly looked away, ignoring the heat rising up the back of his neck and the way his heart began to beat rapidly in his chest.Â
 God damned human disguise.
 God damned Roman.
 âWhat is that look for, angel?â
 Virgil startled slightly to find the demon so much closer suddenly.Â
 âYou freaking ninja, GOD!â
 Roman laughed at that, flashing his fangs once more.Â
 Virgil really wished Roman would stop doing that! In what millennium had he started to find those nasty things adorable?
 âWhy the hell donât you wear a human disguise?â
 Roman blinked. He then grinned slowly.Â
 God damn blush.Â
 âBecause no human form could ever compare to all of this.â
 Then, because he obviously had it out for the angel, Roman proceeded to gesture at all of himself while shimmying.Â
 Virgil scoffed but it was weak and the blush coloring his face a pretty magenta told another story.Â
 âAww! So you do agree!â
 âShut up, you!â
 âNope!â Roman chirped, popping the end of the word as he flashed his sharp canines once more.Â
 Virgil covered his face with his hands and groaned.
 âSo cute!â
 âI am not cute!â Virgil growled but allowed the demon to pull him into a hug.Â
 âOkay, okay. Put your claws away, kitten.â
 Virgil grumbled but leaned into Romanâs embrace with a content sigh.Â
 If only the demon could leave well enough alone for once. This was Roman he was talking about, however, so that was impossible.Â
 As if to prove Virgil right, Roman pulled away, causing Virgil to look down at him in surprise. The smile Roman regarded him with was softer and more sincere than Virgil had ever remembered seeing it. He tensed before relaxing once more, knowing what was coming and knowing, by now, there was no way to stop it.Â
 Also, there was a part of himâa very small but extremely stubborn partâthat didnât want to stop it.
 âI love you, angel.â
 Virgil sighed heavily, nodding.Â
 âYeahâŠâ he muttered. âI know, fiend. You never give me enough milleniums to forget.â
 Roman chuckled at that before taking his face into both hands and kissing him soundly.Â
 Virgil was more than happy to give into his kisses in favor of stopping any further discussions on love.Â
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 Which brought them back to the present and Roman, once again, professing his love for the angel.Â
 Virgilâs heart was beating rapidly against his chest and warmth settled over him. Romanâs words and actions had had that effect on him for a very long time.Â
 There was, however, a small but very significant difference.Â
 For the first time since Roman had first confessed his love, Virgil felt thatâperhapsâhe could take a chance.Â
 Then there was the sudden realization that he was wholly and unreservedly in love with Roman.Â
 âI⊠I love you tooâŠâ Virgil said slowly, watching the other closely.Â
 Romanâs head snapped up so fast Virgil felt bad for his neck. He didnât have long to pity his neck, however, as golden eyes grew wide with wonder.Â
 âKitten⊠did you justââ
 âYes, fiend! I finally said it! I love you! Are you happy now?â
 Roman smiled brightly, his gaze wet and filled with adoration and happiness.Â
 âVery, angel. Oh so very!â
 Virgil sighed but smiled warmly at the demon. Shaking slightly out of nerves and the raw intensity of the moment, Virgil reached out to take Romanâs face into his hands. Brushing the otherâs cheeks with his thumbs, Virgil held the otherâs gaze. As if controlled by some unseen force, Virgil leaned in and kissed Roman softlyâtentativelyâupon his mouth.
 Roman sighed into the kiss, the sound a little shaky. Virgil quickly pulled back, looking down at the other with concern.Â
 âWhatâs wrong?â
 âNothing, angel. Just⊠just so happy.â
 He looked it too, beaming up at him and regarding him with so much love that it was almost disconcerting.Â
 âFiend,â Virgil said softly with affection evident in his tone. Roman chuckled softly.Â
 âAngel.âÂ
 Virgil surged forward, kissing Roman firmly on the mouth. When his demon immediately deepened the kiss, Virgil reciprocated quite happily.Â
 It was as the two kissed, the world continuing all around them, that Virgil had an epiphany.Â
 Maybe, just maybe, a demon and angel falling in love wasnât impossible after all.
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Disclaimer:Â I am not affiliated with Thomas Sanders or Joan, nor the rest of their group. I do not own or make money off of these characters. I only own the story as it is written.
Super uber thanks to my beta reader for this fic @sunshineandteddybearsâ and the two that preread my stuff to make sure its up to par: @romantichopelessly & @sunshineandteddybears.
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Prince Thomas has been asleep for centuries, enclosed in a wall of thorny briars, roses still blooming after centuries. Harry, a poor servant for the Malfoyâs, has grown tired of their incessant wants needs and those goddamn motherfucking peacocks. So, Harry goes on a quest to set Prince Thomas free, and hopefully get some of that prize money set up by King Alexander Riddle, Prince Thomasâ great-great-great-grandnephew.
Iâm gonna have a lot of time since Iâve decided to only write one fic at a time, so I decided that Iâd accept requests for small stories on here and if I eventually have enough, I would post them on Archive Of Our Own on my account Living_On_My_Own! So if you have ideas for stories, but youâre not a writer, or if you just want me to write something for you then tell me your request in my asks!
The things I wonât write:
Heavy smut/ BDSM
explicit rape/non-con
explicit violence
age play/infantilism
mommy/daddy kink
pedophilia
zoophilia
incest
cheating between the ships
stuff involving piss/vomit/poop
ships that donât involve Freddie in them (expect if itâs a story with multiple ships and thereâs Freddie in one of them)
You can ask me as much angst or fluff or light smut!