gn reader x lucien lunaris, luci teasing you, established relationship, soft, oneshot, got inspo based off this tweet lul enjoy this short scribble
you’d always known luci was the type to turn every little thing into a show. didn’t matter if it was a quick kiss, a sweet gesture, or just something he wanted to share—he always made it dramatic, like life was his stage, and you were the lucky audience. honestly, you didn’t mind. it was just another part of him that made your heart flutter, even when you pretended to roll your eyes at it.
“baaaaaby~!!” you heard his familiar sing-song voice before you even saw him. the door clicked shut, and there he was, grocery bags in hand, his face lighting up the second he saw you. you didn’t know it, but he’d spent the last hour picking out all your favorite snacks, his way of silently saying i know you’ve had a tough day.
“where were you..” you muttered, dragging yourself off the couch, already feeling a little lighter just seeing him. you wrapped your arms around him in a lazy hug, your cheek resting against his chest. he pulled you in closer, his arms a warm cocoon around you, one hand stroking your hair in slow, comforting movements.
“i’m sorry, mi amor” he said softly, the words almost vibrating against you as you listened to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. “i just had a couple errands to run, but i’m here now, yeah?”
you tilted your head up to look at him, catching that familiar, heart-melting smile that made you feel like you were the only thing in the world that mattered to him. you tried to fight it, but a small smile tugged at your lips anyway, and he noticed immediately, his own grin widening in response.
“what’d you get?” you asked, curiosity creeping into your voice as you stepped back. he crouched down to grab the grocery bag but paused, tilting his head with that devilish little smirk you’d come to know all too well. “wouldn’t you like to know?”, you narrowed your eyes at him, “i know you’ve been in a bad mood all day,” he said, his voice softer now, “so i went out and got your favorite snacks…”
your heart swelled at the thought, a warmth spreading through your chest. “aww, luci…” you started, your voice soft with gratitude. but he wasn’t done. “—as a reward for me having to put up with your moody ass!”
“HEY!” you yelped, swatting at him with zero actual force as he burst into laughter, his whole face lighting up with that playful energy you adored. before you could even fake being mad, he pulled you back into his arms, holding you tight against him.
“i’m kidding, i’m kidding,” he said, still laughing as he buried his face in your hair. “it’s all for you, love. every single bit of it.”
you leaned back just enough to look up at him, your lips curling into a smirk. “thank you, luci. but seriously, you really love keeping me on edge, huh?”
he tilted his head, that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned down, his face just inches from yours. “and i’ll keep you dancing on the edge of my love, because there’s nothing more beautiful than watching you fall into me.”
your breath hitched, and you felt a rush of warmth creeping up your neck to your cheeks. “you're so unfair...” you mumbled, trying to look anywhere but at him, though the soft smile tugging at your lips gave you away.
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hehe, this was such an old draft oml i forgot i had this ANYWAY! enjoy this luci oneshot, i recommend to listen to blue by yung kai while reading this bc i did while writing and it made this writing sound 10x more soft :)!!
-Zander or Lucien helping you fall asleep after a really bad nightmare 😊!! (Could be angst to fluff?) —🌼anon—
━━━ .°˖✧ requested by 🌼 anon ˚₊ ⊹
ft. zander netherbrand x gn! reader — avallum, first stage production
╰₊✧ comforting you after a bad nightmare┊0.5k words
contains: nightmares, hurt/comfort, established relationship
➤ author's note: i had the most horrific body horror nightmare last night so i woke up writing this on my phone
he’s a nocturnal creature, so he’ll still be up long after you. part of his powers is the ability to connect to people via their dreams, able to peek into their unconscious, or even enter their minds if he so pleased with a simple touch of the forehead. the moment your dream takes a turn for the worse, he can sense it immediately from both the change in your aura and the physical signs: increased heart rate, closed eyelids twitching, getting sweaty, and stirring in your rest.
it feels like a violation of boundaries to look into your dreams, so he’s just going to gently shake you awake, “oh dear, please wake up— what on earth is going on in that mind of yours?” when you finally break free from the nightmare, you’ll notice the slight panic in his tone of voice considering he has no idea how to comfort you at first. it’s the norm back in hell and he had grown numb to such things, learning early on how to brush it off and go about his day as normal. it’s moments like these which remind him how adorable and sensitive humans are. he’s actually pretty glad you made the first move of embracing him, letting him know that he should care for you like he would after a bad day,
all the cuddles you need, you will receive. he’ll rest your head on his chest and run his fingers through your hair, rocking you back and forth, soothingly telling you that it wasn’t real and that he was there for you. feel free to tell him in detail what happened if you remember in as much or little detail as you please, but he won’t force you to recollect whatever horror it was because he knows they can get confusing and freaky to think about.
he’ll do anything you want until you calm down if you’re too scared to go back to bed whether it gaming, going out for some fresh air, or chilling out with a movie on. he’ll only part with you one time to make you a hot cup of tea in your preferred flavor, otherwise he’s by your side yapping about whatever to get your mind off of it all until you slump against his shoulder and fall back asleep. he’s super careful to lay you back down without waking you up, but when you do get up again in the morning, expect to be served breakfast in bed of all your favorites.
if you give him permission to enter your nightmares in the future, then he’ll show up to get rid of whatever fear appears in your mind. his main focus will be keeping everything peaceful so that you don’t wake up from overexertion of emotions, only making sure that he leaves you with a little smile on your face as the remainder of your dream goes smoothly. you likely won’t have any memory of what occurred that night the next day, but he’ll bring it up in conversation and laugh at your face of shock when he tells you what goes on in your brain when unaware.
i just realized zander netherbrand has the most pottery class energy ever
this hit me harder than the asteroid making contact with jurard t rexford's father's face you need to listen to me
tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff, suggestive, pet name (darling)
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
i was thinking about how even though he's the sex appeal of avallum and tries to commit to the hot boy energy he's so soft! i don't know if gentle soul is a good way to put it, but he's so caring and sweet, and he really is the type of person that's sensitive to others' feelings. the sort that notices when someone is feeling "off" and tries to subtly improve their experience, or notices what makes things enjoyable so he can incorporate them more.
[bill nye voice] consider the following: zander in a tee so loose that when he leans over the wheel, it's impossible not to get an eyeful, starting at the defined collarbone that manages to stay hidden in his usual outfit while the rest of his cleavage certainly isn't unfamiliar.
or maybe none at all, so the slip that drenches his hands in dead dirt gray extends to his chest as well. splatters decorate his abs and the worn jeans he works in, top button undone and zipper gleaning over the beginnings of a tattoo.
it takes some time for him to notice you since he's so focused on the clay between his hands. he's hunched over, wing folded in concentration, only for the end to perk up as he sees you from the corner of his vision. and once he does, he gestures you over, ceramic between his fingers, then around yours as well as he guides you to the wheel.
either he holds your hands along the ceramic to shape it or he keeps you in place on his lap. or both. you fit so well wrapped around his arms. two spoons in a set. the slip along his chest is shocking cold at first but eases with his warmth, a slight and pleasing stickiness that blends with you the longer you stay.
zander’s movements aren’t forceful, but they are controlled. his hands cup yours as you strip excess clay from the piece, and rubs them tenderly when the dust starts to settle in the little lines in your skin. he offers wonderful guidance. whenever there’s a lull between the whirring of the wheel and the slapping of wet clay, he’ll whisper in your ear. “what else would you expect, darling, you’re at the perfect angle for my sweet nothings,” he’ll divulge, and his touch will rise up to your wrists, your forearms, tempted to roll your sleeves higher. “try squeezing just a little more… ah, that’s it. it’s very you.”
once you get comfortable working with the wheel he shifts in his seat. the watery clay along his abs spreads to your back. something along the worn jeans prods at you and you’re reminded the top button is undone, and all that’s left is a zipper, easy to down in seconds.
then he grasps at your hands again, wiping away the curls of excess clay from your fingers as you sculpt. “focus.”
it’s hard to follow the order considering the wet smack of clay, his heat treading along you as you sculpt, and the little room between your bodies, but a command is a command and you’re inclined to be obedient while he has you in his arms. the clay curves around your touch, melding into pillars and walls at your fingertips. the piece is starting to take shape now, but you still have a ways to go. at least you’re understanding why this is so relaxing to zander. it’s calm and satisfying.
save for the feathery kiss he presses along the shell of your ear.
you jolt. fluster rises to your cheeks but before you can turn around, zander tightens his hold on you, now fully embracing you. a hand travels around your waist while the breath on your ear freezes you in place. he shushes you with another peck, soft and sweet though you resist the urge to shudder. “i said to focus,” he repeats.
“fortunately, you didn’t leave any fingerprints on the clay after your little… outburst.” zander shifts again, pressing himself up close to your back in the hug. he rests his chin along your shoulder. the scent of the earthy clay melts with his cologne, an intoxicating blend, especially with his soft hair nestled along the base of your neck. “i think that deserves a reward for you, darling.”
may i request gale galleon dub/noncon ? he takes you on his ship where he gets you drunk and gets too touchy. 🙏 ps i love your work omfg
ft. gale galleon x f! reader — avallum, first stage production
╰₊✧ getting drunk with a touchy captain┊0.5k words
contains: suggestive!! 16+) dubcon due to intoxication, drinking
➤ author's note: short drabble because illness is running rampant through my family and we keep recovering, then getting sick again and this cycle ha been going on for a week help i can’t remember the last time i breathed properly
if someone told you a few hours ago that you would find yourself in the captain’s quarters of the most feared pirate galleon in the world, you would have laughed in their face. you didn’t like associating with pirates and avoided them whenever you could, which was more than difficult as a waitress in one of the most popular bars on the coast with dozens of drunken sailors trying to make a move on you every night. you didn’t like their loud and brash attitudes along with the less than savory words coming out of their mouths, so imagine your surprise when you got swept in conversation with a handsome pirate captain. he was outgoing, funny, and witty in a way you’ve never seen in men of his occupation before.
before you even knew it, you were having a grand tour of his ship and drinking liquor in his main quarters. you knew you shouldn’t be getting so close to a man you’ve barely known for a night, but you couldn’t escape from the magnetic pull his charm had on you. he just made you smile like he’s known you all your life, and as you downed glass after glass, you found yourself getting more tipsy and giggly as the hours went by without a care in the world.
it was a dangerous situation to be in for a girl like you.
he could smell the alcohol on your breath as he sat beside you on the small couch in his office, nothing but a few lanterns scattered about to light up the darkness of the cabin. it was late, even for night owls like the two of you. all of his men were soundly asleep in their barracks, and the only sound was the gentle waves of the ocean and your heartbeat hammering wildly in your chest at his close proximity.
his smile gave you the butterflies, although you couldn’t quite pinpoint the reason, if you were feeling flustered or nervous or it was just the intoxication messing with you. whatever it was, it made you sensitive to the touch, like his fingers left sparks in their wake when he caressed your face before passionately kissing you on the lips.
you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth at the action, feeling your head swimming as he began to explore your body, dipping below the neckline of your top and raising up your skirt to feel your soft thighs. you were experiencing a plethora of emotions with uncertainty at the forefront. you never hooked up with people like this, nor have you ever really entertained the thought, getting drunk and down with someone you barely knew, and then waking up confused and alone because they left before you knew it. should you push him away because something you regret happened?
despite all that, any word of protest you tried to let out died on your tongue. you didn’t really feel like you could say no, not when your arms felt like jelly, not when you two are already too deep in the situation, not when a part of you wanted it.
︱ gale galleon x reader, highschool sweethearts, established relationship, gale spoiling you because you deserve it <3
divider by cafekitsune
art by aliztyy (twt)
the day you met him was the day butterflies suddenly erupted inside your stomach. his brown golden hair that smelt like vanilla and coffee stung your nose in a good way, and his charming eyes that you could stare into forever, you wouldn't mind getting lost in it if it meant you could better understand him better, eyes are the windows of the soul after all.
ah damn it, he's too gorgeous. there's no way id ever get his atten- "hey!" you lifted your pen up from your notebook that you were just writing in to a familiar voice. you shifted your gaze to the person infront of you to see gale galleon. "o-oh! uuh.. sorry i was uh.. writing ssssomething.. can i help you..?" you stuttered out, making a fool out of yourself. "sorry.. can i uhh borrow a pen?" he nervously laughed. ahh he looked so cute blushing and avoiding your gaze, you didn't notice it unfortunately since you were also avoiding his gaze. you nodded and gave him the pen you were holding. he turns his back to his table to write something, while he was doing that, you could practically feel the hot blush on your face. it felt like your face was about to erupt like a volcano because of how flushed you were! so cute. you had all these thoughts in your head but before you could realize, he turns back to you and slides a piece of folded piece of paper along with your pen on your desk. he gulpd silently and turns back around.
you tilt your head in confusion and open the folded paper and what you saw was something you never could have expected. there on the lined paper, with messy but charming handwriting said "you're really cool, wanna hang out? -gale :)" and two drawn in boxes that said yes or no. you blinked a second time to really process if this is happening. without a thought you drew in a checklist in the yes box and folded it back together. you tap gale's shoulder and handed him the paper. he turns back to open the table and you swore you heard him do a little victory "yes...!" celebration after opening it. he once again turns back to you and says "soooo...movies? weekend?" "aye aye, captain".
"you always had that stupid eyepatch on everyday at school, people called you a pirate and some of the juniors even called you captain galleon!" months later, you were in your shared house with gale, you sat on the couch with his head on your shoulder. firepit crackling accompanied with the cold night air breeze and that post rain smell, what was it called.. ah yes, petrichor.
"you think my eyepatch was stupid?" he looked up at you and pouted with those big sad puppy eyes, "of course not, you goober. you looked edgy" "damn right i looked edgy" he said proudly then laughing along with you. "i never thought this would happen you know.." you sighed as you looked deep into his alluring eyes, his breathing calmed you... he sat up straight and kissed your forehead before saying "..me neither" and giggling like a child, shortly after he pulled you into a big bear hug where your head layed on his chest and there you fell asleep. he stroked your hair and had his chin rested on top of your head, shushing you to sleep coupled with whispering sweet nothings. just before you fully fell asleep though, you slurred out something while you were half awake, "i love..you gale... i always...will.." he smiles warmly and kisses your head, "i will always love you too, silly." and continued stroking your hair until you drifted off to dreamland.
apologies for any typos, i quite literally wrote this in bed.
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