Husband Till is one to make sure you take proper care of yourself. Don't even think about skipping a meal or pulling an all-nighter, he's already two steps ahead to convince you otherwise.
He has a sixth sense to gauge your mood. Even if he isn't in the room, you can swear he knows what you need before even you know it!
Once you were just chilling when he offered you some tea. "For your sore throat", he had said, but you didn't even have any! Until the next day, at least, when you unexpectedly caught a cold. Can he see into the future?
He doesn't mind doing cooking or cleaning around the house. Sometimes you're busy and can't do it, or too tired from your responsabilities, maybe even stressed about things that may be going on outside your house.
Even if you just don't feel like doing anything that day just for the sake of being lazy for once, he won't complain. He's a grown man who is 100% capable of doing his own laundry, so he won't even make it a big deal and (even better) would want to do the chores more quickly so he can relax with you.
Sometimes you're both busy, so there may be times where you will only see each other at night when you're both already getting to bed, but if anything it makes him appreciate the time you do spend together even more.
He will rarely fall asleep if you haven't gotten home, especially if it's late as he might worry about you coming back home alone at night. During this occasions he'll offer to come pick you up (even if you have a car or such and will just walk to parking lot, you never know what's lurking in there at night!)
If somehow his day was particularly tiring or heavy and he does end up succumbing to sleep before you get home, his body will still betray him. His hands will keep trying to reach out for your empty spot of the bed, and when you finally get home and slip to his side he will notice inmediately, already moving to hold you close in his sleep and tuck on the space between your neck and your shoulder.
When he wake up said shoulder will be most likely covered in drool, evidence of his deep sleep, but even if a little gross it is kind of cute.
During anniversaries, he won't go totally overboard but you better believe he will celebrate somewhat big. Nothing flashy, but for sure he will organize something private, meant just for the two of you, which will be equally dazzling.
He'll take the time to cook dinner for both of you, perhaps a recipe that he found online after looking up fancy dinner ideas and ended up being a disaster to make.
Then he will definitely buy you flowers, because of course, it's your anniversary! He may even give you a little speech about how much he loves you and how grateful he is to being married to you.
How could he not knowing he's already spent so many happy years of his life with you? And hopefully, it will stay that way for the rest of his life as well.
A/N: Something about js sleeping and cuddling with someone you love... sigh... I tend to write that type of scenes a lot. Apologies for not posting Till yesterday, Ivan's ghost is back at it though cause I just got robbed at work 💔
A/N: Ivan's ghost is unforgiving, my deepest apologies for not posting Till yesterday, please don't send any more lightning my way, I even featured you on this one as a plea for mercy. I told y'all he tortures me, so I'm making this one a short series (this one was made quickly to please Ivan's ghost before the midnight deadline, I promise next part will be longer)
Warnings: Just general cursing actually nothing bad, this one is gonna be fluff. College!AU, SMAU.
Content: Your sketchbook was left forgiven in your art class! Luckily, a mysterious stranger seems to have found it.
I didn't write Till yesterday and now I'm standing in the rain with no umbrella late to work and A FRICKING LIGHTING JUST STRUCK ALMOST NEXT TO ME I AM SORRY IVAN'S SPIRIT SPARE ME I WILL WRITE TILL TODAY (I wish I was making that story up I almost died bro)
Ivan's Spirit is speaking today... he says I should write Zombie Stage Till. He's telling me how zombie Till looks... one is never ready for such revelations
A/N: Spirit Ivan pls don't be mad, the fic is finished! I even made it gender neutral this time for him. But he's far from happy, he's still at the back of my mind already demanding I write more Till, he keeps whispering more ideas. Release me I am a prisioner of his will.
Warnings: IMPLIED smut (nothing explicit), blood, Till is obssesed with reader because they are so beautiful and pure and perfect, succumbing to a devil kinda by manipulation but it works out in the end, yearning, masochist Till(?
Concept: Angels are creatures of light, pure by nature and graced with perfection. As a devil, Till is fascinated by this concept, and does everything in his power to take you.
The first time Till saw you, it was meant to be a punishment. They showed him the heavens, not for him to see what could have been, but to meet them who hunt the unholy; his polar opposite. They, who lived amongst clouds and golden rays of sun instead of burning flames. Little did they know, it had the opposite effect as expected on him. It was supposed to make Till afraid of them, and instead he became infatuated... by you.
Everything about you was... perfect.
Wings covered in the finest, whitest feathers that resembled a gentle snow... shiny, polished hair falling perfectly across your features.... eyes, oh so full of hope and pure innocence... and a halo; the crown worn by the holy, shining a cascade of golden light above your head...
It all made some twisted corner of his heart crave to ruin you whole, to corrupt you. How would feathers ruffle under him? How would your eyes roll back if he gave you pleasure? How would soft hands feel against his caloused ones? How would your skin flush red at excitement, perhaps even embarrassment of what he's doing to you?
If showing you to him was a warning for punishment, he would gladly die excecuted by your hand if only it meant to experience your touch.
So how did Till manage to meet you? After all, demons were forbidden to ascend to heaven directly. Yet... angels were allowed to fall down.
Sometimes he would linger at the fine border that separated both of your worlds, and you would be there for him to look at. Calm, composed... a raw representation of all that is opposite of him. If you were to want him too, it would be a love so pure it would reflect your own white innocence, but his love was anything but the things he wanted to do with you were everything except holy. If only he could reach out and touch you...
"Who is there?"
That was the first time Till ever heard your voice, but it wasn't warm or kind like he had imagined. Instead, it carried a cold disdain for his species, because even if you didn't know him all you knew is that he was a devil wandering a little too close to crossing the border. You pointed a spear at him, a holy spear, instrument which held the power to destroy him if so was your will to wield against him, but he didn't recoil. He didn't hide, he didn't run away because you were finally, finally looking his way... he could happily die right here.
"I asked you a question, demon." the term spat out of your mouth like poison. "Answer me or I will be forced to assume you are invading holy grounds."
"No!" he came back to his sense in a blink, face flushed red in embarrassment and hands shot up as a sign that he wasn't wielding any weapons himself, for he will then have to admit why he was there for. "I just... like to hang around here sometimes." that was a half truth, but he couldn't possibly tell you he was obssesed with you and spent his free time stalking you from the other side border!
"You just like to 'hang' around angel territory for no reason? Do I strike you as a fool?"
"I'm serious!"
"Liar! State your intentions or I will end you right here." your spade was pointed closer, but instead of feeling fear, Till's face flushed with a different kind of emotion this time. Adrenaline. And perhaps he was a bit turned on by your cold stare; the way you looked at him like a little insect.
"Well... if you want the whole truth..." he decided to take the risk, just come out and say it, mostly to see how you would react. "I've noticed you a few times and I wanted to get to know you better, but y'know, I assumed this would happen... believe me, I am very interested in you."
"You are... what?"for a moment, your grip on the weapon flattered, a slight tremor in your hands that was barely there before you forced yourself back into your composed stance. "... You're just trying to decieve me! That's what your kind does... you merely wish to corrupt me, that is the only interest you have in me!"
"Ouch. Is it that hard to believe that even a devil like me can have feelings so profund? After all, you are breathtaking to look at... I'm afraid that's just the truth; I have a little crush~"
"Nonsense!" you said, but he could see your resolve cracking. "Devils are liars and manipulators! You know nothing of me!"
"But I do. I know the way you look like when you smile when you think no one is looking, and the way you break down when you think you're alone. It hurts me to see you cry, you know, I always wished to comfort you, but... I feared you would think like this. I can't blame you, I am a devil after all..." he put on his best pitiful face for this one. It wasn't that he didn't care when you cried, but it gave him a different kind of feeling... perhaps he wondered about other sounds you could make. However in order to discover that, he had to earn your trust first, so he let out a sad sigh while lowering his head, eyes looking at you with such practiced vulnerability it actually made you pause. "I promise I don't want to hurt you, and I didn't mean to creep you out about my crush either..."
"...Why would you even... It doesn't make sense. Why would a devil like you fall for an angel? We are opposites by nature." Till actually had to hold back a smile at that one question, like it was obvious, like it was funny you would even question that.
"I thought up there they would teach you that... love is blind. I couldn't help it, since the moment I first saw you, I've been in love with you." he dared take a step closer and you were quick to press your spear close to his throat. The desired reaction would have been fear, but Till seemed... infatuated. "Have you never wondered what it's like? To love without caring what anyone thinks?"
"I...no!"
"You have. You hesitated." he wanted nothing more than to take you right there and then and kiss you sensless, but if he pushed it, you would retreat. "Please..." his voice dropped an octave, eyelashes batting in a flirty manner that made your head spin. His posture, his tone, the way he was slowly leaning towards you while his bold hands dared touch your spear.
"...Y-You... you are trying to tempt me! I will not fall for a devil's charm..."
"But you are already..." his finger slid down the holy spear, burning his skin by the holy steel, but the sting somehow made him feel hotter; more alive. You wanted to deny it, you really did but Lord was he being REALLY tempting... if you went down this path, you could never look back; there was no redemption from this one sin.
And yet...
Before you could even realize it, you had already crossed that border. His hands were finally on you know, and he would make sure to never let go.
He kissed you with the intensity only a demon could have, claiming your mouth and your body in ways you had never even imagined. His hands stroked your now ruffled feathers on your wings so gently while he explored every inch of you. In an act of boldness, you tried giving his lip a bite that drew blood, which earned you a sound from him you could only swallow on the kiss. He treated you with such care, yet the claim could not be any clearer. He left marks all over you, reminders of the night you succumbed to a devil, and after he was finished, he peppered your face with kisses as a kind of reward.
You were doomed. Oh, so doomed... but if sin was supposed to be so bad, why did he feel so... good?
Perhaps you were truly lost, for you knew you would never be able to go back. No, you were now owned by him; he had corrupted your soul and made you fall, both for him and from Heaven, but for the first time in your whole life as an angel... you didn't care if you burned in hell along with him; the flames of his burning passion were bigger than any Hell.
Contents: Luka never asked for the burden to be a single parent, nor to be a father at all, yet this child, Soleia, was put on him as a successor; a better version of himself. However now that this girl was reaching her teenage years, his struggles with parenting become more insistent.
Warnings: Reader isn't on the fic but she is mentioned. Fic is set after Karma, after the time skip. I suggest reading the eclipse fic before this one, as well as the small context for Soleia. I'll make a proper masterlist for this series soon. Displays of bad parenting (Luka is NOT a good father), mentions of death, Luka and his daughter have a complicated relationship.
A/N: Spirit Ivan is displeased because I haven't wrote Till today, so later today I will post Till. He tortures me otherwise.
"You're late for dinner."
"Oh... you're here." her dismissal of his initial comment was not left unnoticed, but he refrained from calling it out.
"I am here." clearly, he was seated in the dinner table like a well-groomed pet. Hair polished back, clothes clean and elegant; his whole persona radiated perfection, and his daughter seemed to hate it. "Have a seat."
"I'm not hungry, Father, I'll excuse myself to sleep."
"I was told you were skipping your singing classes." the teenager stopped dead in her tracks and looked back at him. Luka remained unfazed, as if this was a predictable outcome. He was cutting a piece of a steak or whatever meat was on his plate with graceful calm as he spoke. "Care to explain yourself?"
"...You know I just don't like those."
"You don't like them." he paused, taking a bite of his food as he finally raised his gaze to meet her. Despite looking identical to him, she had a certain stubborn fire in her eyes; one that he could recognize as her mother's. "I would like to assume you don't need reminders of how this world works, Sol. Our guardian is not known to be patient, and I fear you'll only get yourself in trouble if you keep ignoring the schedule that was made for you. Consider the fact that they are merely telling me a warning. Perhaps they consider I can change your mind."
"They're stupid, then."
"It's merely how the world we live in works."
"No, that is how your world works, Father. I'm not interested in learning how to smile while I'm ordered to sing."
"Soleia." he set down his utensils with a soft clink. "This is not something you can run away from. To deny the role you were crafted for is to deny the very blood that floods your veins." he stood up slowly, seemingly mantaining his undisturbed exterior, yet his eyes betrayed a hint of anger simmering beneath the surface. "You are to sing, you are to perform, you are to learn how to wield your ablilites as weapons so that you can dominate anything and anyone who dares stand in your way so that someday you will suprass me. You will become better than me."
"...Crafted?" the word tasted like venom on her tongue. "You speak of me as if I was an experiment. Like I'm some... project to fix all of your mistakes." her voice wavered, betraying the anger she felt settle on her chest. "I am not a legacy. I am not a successor."
"But you are."
"I'm not!" her hands curled into fists. She wanted to scream, to run away and never look back, to punch him. She didn't even know what she wanted. "I hate this family."
"You should be grateful you have a family, Sol. I didn't have the luxury of a biological parent."
"With someone like you as family, I'd rather have none at all!" for the first time in the evening, the deadpan expression on Luka's face seemed to finally waver. The mask he so carefully wore cracked, threatening to show something far more vulnerable. Hurt.
"...You don't know what you're saying. You don't mean that; that's your anger speaking." something close to nostalgia crossed his features for only a moment. "You used to love spending time with me, learning how to sing. You would always look up to me smiling and beg me to play, or to simply exist by my side... you used to look up to me."
"I was a child." tears prickled in the corner of her eyes, yet refused to spill as a last act of rebellion. "...The only one who may have understood me, truly, was mom."
"You think your mother would have been any different than I am? You know nothing about her."
"Because you never want to SPEAK about her! I always ask you and you never want to say anything at all! If I know nothing about mom is because of YOU!"
"Do not raise your voice at me, I am your father."
"I owe you NO respect! You never gave me or mom any."
"Your mother was a fool who sacrificed herself for me. She let her childish emotions blind her because she was too attached to me and the... puppy love she had for me. That is why she died." Soleia stompped her foot in a childish tantrum. A habit her mother used to have as well when things didn't go her way.
"At least she had real emotions, unlike someone else. At least she died loving."
"Out of all the traits she could have gave you, you seriously inherited her stubborness... that was one of the most infuriating things about her."
"I know you didn't love her, but don't speak of her that way either" she let out a shaky exhale. "I am not apologizing for skipping class, and I am certainly not having dinner with you. I will go back to my room and sleep, and you will let me be my own person, not standing in your shadow. I am sick of being your clone."
"Soleia!" he composure shattered completly at her words, leaving only the mutual, bitter anger as she ran towards the hall. "Come back here and apologize, young lady! I'm speaking to you!"
The words fell on deaf eyes, the last sound being a door slamming shut. Luka's breathing was still unstable with lingering frustration, but he made no effort to follow her, perhaps because he knew deep down that she was right.
Maybe with family like him, it was better to be alone after all.
