#twc f

Honey

Farah's cheerful demeanour is always a nice way to start my day, but it's extra special when she greets me with one of Haley's pastries in hand, golden eyes sparkling in the early morning light that filters in through the windows of my flat.

"Look at you bright and early," I murmur, shuffling towards her to wrap her in my arms. She flashes a bright smile at me, teasingly dodging my embrace to dance back into the kitchenette, "I have breakfast!"

"Did you also bring coffee?"

"Of course I did, babe. And I got it from Haley since I know how much you like her coffee."

"You are. The best girlfriend, oh my stars."

The coffee is sweet and warm as it slides down my throat, with way too much creamer and a twist of caramel, seeping energy into my very core. The pastries on the table — and the one in her hand — are glazed with honey, dripping down the sides in a delicious tumble.

Farah's laugh is quiet, fangs gently grazing my neck when she presses a kiss to my skin. "Happy Valentine's day, Birdie."

"Happy Valentine's day, love."

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this did show up in a wip wednesday a bit ago but 😶‍🌫️ you didn't see that

Thank you for the request Seren!! I’ve been having a lot of Reina/Ava thoughts and wanted people to know it was an option to request (including in the Poly AU), but it was so nice to write for Farah and Iris ♥️ their dynamic is so fun to explore. Just the sweetest angels ever! Hope you enjoy <3

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It may have been a few years since all of this began, since missions became part of her routine rather than a break in it, but Iris was a bundle of energy at the best of times.

She meandered around her and Farah’s room at the warehouse, slowly gathering her tools and her courage. It wasn’t that she was scared, no—that feeling had been driven out of her at this point, rather it was the anxiety of the unknown.

Iris had watched missions go up, down, and sideways—had been on the receiving end of each of those results. She still had a gnarly scar on her right shoulder blade from when she was thrown into a tree and got cut up by the branch she was snagged on. That was the day she got over her fear of heights. Nothing like a baptism by fire.

A sigh escaped her as she sat on the bed to begin lacing her agency-standard boots. Her lips twisted in displeasure at the lack of character, the dark leather contrasting unpleasantly with the vibrance of the room.

“You need to make this mission quick, I could feel the way this agency get-up drained the life out of you from down the hallway.”

Iris looked up from her too-long shoelaces to meet Farah’s gaze, her lips turning up into a soft smile, “Come to see me off, lovely?”

Farah sat down on their bed, putting her hands behind her and leaning back. “Why else? Well, other than trying to find the origin of the nervous vibrations shaking the house.”

Iris shoved her shoulder playfully, pushing Farah onto her side, “Spare me the teasing, please. You’re interfering with my box breathing.”

Farah’s smile faltered ever-so slightly as she sat up straight again. “Are you sure you’re okay going out? I could talk to Adam-”

“Farah.”

“Fine, fine, sorry. Guess I could use some exposure therapy myself,” She chuckled, shifting over to place one of her pink-nailed hands on Iris’ thigh. “Just promise me that if you’re struggling you’ll ask for help?”

Iris felt herself soften, covering Farah’s hand with her own, her other hand coming up to brush against her cheek. She leaned in, Farah meeting her halfway for their lips to meet. Iris had experienced dozens of different kinds of kisses with Farah, from heated and passionate to quick and sweet. Every kiss with her amber-eyed love was her favorite, but there was something about these quiet moments. Gentle movements and soft sighs that made time slow down (and made Iris’ knees feel like jelly).

They pulled back, still close enough for their noses to brush. “That’s one way to make a pinky promise,” Farah muttered. Iris let out a short laugh, pressing one more kiss to Farah’s lips before standing.

She pulled her twists back into a ponytail and shrugged on a black agency jacket, “I shouldn’t be out long, Adam seems confident that this will be a simple one.”

“I hope so, I really don’t wanna have to help brush cobwebs off of you again just because you’re the only one small enough to fit in the ventilation system.”

My second attempt at drawing f!UB

Also sharing some versions that are less of an eye cancer since my gf asked for wallpaper versions!

M: “And so the lion fell in love with the lamb”

N: “What if I’m not a superhero? What if I’m the bad guy?”

A: “Would you stop trying to take your clothes off?”