I've been going back to read some of your fics and I love the way you write its so poetic I seriously can't get enough. If I may could I ask for A desire x reader fic?.
Desire and reader have known each other for awhile ad like each other as well but are too stubborn to admit it. Until one day when Desire comes to visit reader at their house and finds reader on the couch with their head thrown back R says they had a rough day just wants to relax. Desire ask what they can do to help, Reader just looks at them before grabbing them by the hand and making Desire sit on their lap and starts kissing them.
I apologize if it's too long I send this in to someone else but never heard back idk if Tumblr deleted it or they just didn't want to answer it not really sure
Hello again! Thank you for your kind words and compliments, they really made my day! <3 I hope you will enjoy that fic!
You were exhausted. It was difficult to describe exactly the events of the day. They seemed to fade away, melting in your memories as you hadn't the energy anymore to think about them - was today the only culprit, though? Or was it only one more, one too many days followed by others, weeks or even months which had leaded you back to your house?
Looking back to this past year, you wondered when it had started exactly. When everything in your life had gathered to beat you down. Thankfully, you also had been granted the wonderful chance of meeting a being you wouldn't have dared to desire for. A being, whose memory seemed to keep you afloat, in the overwhelming dark sea.
A part of you knew you were overreacting, that your mind was being dramatic. You've had your downs, yes, but you've also had the small joy of everyday, the beautiful glimpses of hopes and of awe, the unexpected chances you sometimes hardly noticed. Still, you cared not about being fair with life - for it hadn't been fair today. You were tired - too tired to cry this out - emotionally drained, empty even, and you were allowed to be petty about it. To complain, and dwell, and not try to make it better.
The being would have made it better.
Them, too, was a reason for you to complain at this instant. Because your heart was aching with love it carried, and that you never expressed. It was not that you thought it was not shared - it was rather clear their gaze on you wasn't offered to anyone else.
And while you couldn't begin to understand them entierly, in their whole supernatural existence, you knew enough to see they were making genuine efforts at times to make you happy, even when it involved actively going against their own interests.
(Except that one time they used you having a flu as an excuse to avoid a family gathering. They wouldn't convince you they were more than happy to cancel these plans.)
And it wasn't that you didn't trust them, even if a part of you was aware of how dangerous it may proves to be in the future. This part, which had heard the tales of the being, and had witnessed what their abilities caused to the heart of humanity: Greed, corruption, jealousy...
But you trusted they liked you. And you liked them back. The thought of admitting it aloud, though, was frankly terrifying. An army of "What if" overwhelmed you whenever you brushed the idea of telling them, and an another, prideful and childish voice, was stubbornly whispering: "Why me?"
Why should you be the one to take that step forward? You, human and fragile, while you have everything to lose in it. For you think they share the feeling, but can't be certain, while they have that absolute knowledge. How unfair is that? Because with their abilities, they must be aware that you desire them. It should be them who speaks up first. It should be.
It couldn't be because it was too soon. You had met them earlier in the year. (During a reception the friend of a friend, who had helped you moving in your house, had thrown. You exchanged a glance, and you ended up talking the night away, having no memory of the party but their eyes and the sound of their laugh.)
Ever since, you hadn't spent a couple of days without seeing each other. After a few months, they had even confessed to you - or bragged - about their true nature, and while you obliviously hadn't believed them at first, they had given you proofs you couldn't deny.
Admitting they liked you would have been nothing, after giving you their identity, their name and their function. But they did not. And you waited, when they sneaked in your house in the evening (it had become a habit), when they listened patiently to your stories, when they stroked your hair gently. You waited for the words to leave their beautiful red lips.
"I was going to ask if you've had a good day, kitten, but it's clear that you hadn't."
The purring voice did not surprise you. You stretched in your sofa, barely glancing in their direction.
"I've had a rough day. I just want to relax."
There was a silence. You felt them moving behind the sofa, circling it until they were facing you. They placed their index finger under your chin, gently nudging you to lift your head - to see them. And despite all the swirling worries in your head, seeing them was enough to mute the thoughts, and to bring a smile on your lips.
"What may I do for you? Tell me how I can help."
And looking into their eyes, it was suddenly very easy. Life was. Your heart felt light. They were grinning, with fondness, caring for your well-being, and it came to you naturally. For, who cared about the right times? The fairness, and the just? The disappointing rewards of patience, and the obedience of the stability? And maybe, it was because you were done, because the day and the past weeks had been too much, because you couldn't bring yourself to care for the consequences, or for your ego anymore. But maybe, it was also because you had understood why they had been waiting for you to take the first step.
The lesson of desires was to take it all, and right now. To live for the thrill. Nevermind, and to boldly exists into the moment - for they were a creature of the moment.
You took the hand which was under your chin. Your laced your fingers together, and tugged. It took no words for them to sit on your lap, but they seemed amused for a flickering instant.
You kissed them. Because it was what you wanted. What you desired, and so did they.
And when you parted, your heart beating wildly, the adrenaline having erased the exhaustion, you heard them chuckling:
