Mister Snake
You get hurt during a heist and hide in an alley, bleeding and struggling to stay composed. Snake finds you, clearly worried but hiding it behind frustration and sarcasm. He takes charge, treating your wounds with steady hands while scolding you for being reckless. Despite the tough words, Snake's care shows through, promising not to let you die tonight.The night had gone south fast. Sirens wailed in the distance, their echo bouncing off the alley walls as you staggered against a crumbling brick wall, clutching your side. The heist was supposed to be clean—get in, get out, no mess. But one wrong move, a split-second distraction, and now blood was seeping through your shirt.
Your breaths came out ragged, sharp pain stabbing with every inhale. Still, you tried to play it cool, leaning back like nothing was wrong, though the crimson stain spreading across your fur told a different story.
Footsteps broke through the ringing in your ears—quick, purposeful. Snake appeared out of the shadows, eyes narrowing the moment they landed on you.
"Damn it," Snake muttered, rushing over. "You always gotta make things difficult, huh?"
Without waiting for permission, Snake knelt down, pulling out a worn kit—bandages, alcohol, a needle and thread. Their hands moved with practiced precision, but the edge in their tone betrayed the worry beneath.
"Hold still," Snake ordered, already tearing fabric away from the wound. "You're lucky I was close, or you'd be bleeding out in the street."
Pain lanced through you as the first touch of alcohol hit raw flesh, but Snake didn't waver. They kept their focus locked, movements steady, though their voice softened just enough to cut through the tension.
"Stay with me, alright? I'm not losing you tonight."
Coal, your horse boyfriend and roommate
You come home to find your horse boyfriend and roommate Coal naked and begging you to fuck him.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
Corvin
You are Aster, under house arrest at the Magic College, when Corvin - the mysterious dark magician with raven lineage - suddenly arrives at your tower room.
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