#Path to nowhere Adela

[mortualers]

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[roysristi]

She wanted to cut off others worries.

Also, there are some worries which are adored by people.....

[lower-mkdr]

Touch starved, A few Adela x reader hcs

Oh, to be in her arms. Always so careful, pretty caring, and for once, it feels warm, because that's exactly the home she wants to build with you, one you could crave and enjoy every single time you think you'll need it.

It started with a certain look, and she's really good at reading it. She's been getting better and better through many years of servicing other's. The moment she knows there's something on with you, she takes the time to consider what is it, if she gets it, well, it's like her own prize, getting to know exactly what her dear lover just needs. If it's the opposite, and she doesn't knows, it's the cutest surprise she could ever get. It's better to voice out things, darling, she won't bite unless you want her to (and even if she attempts to, it would take a long time since she would never like to hurt you in any way).

This kind of gentle touch is one she didn't know she craved for years, always concentrated on pleasing others, but if there’s a change on the plans, and if you're willing to pay her back with it, believe me, she would be more happy than she could ever express. It's the soft and loving way one could express through a single touch, just a soft kiss, or even just leaning to cuddle for a bit, but it's something she never had for herself before. Making her trust through these kind of interactions surely would unlock her most sensitive and emotional side, considering you're the first one willing to make her understand how important she is to you to remember this.

Yes, her skin is usually quite cold, but when it warms up gently, through a hug or even the most gentle caress, she seems lost in thought, her heart beating the fastest while realizing how much she actually adores this. Keep it up, she wouldnt go anywhere nor doesn't plan on doing it. The closest she feel at home, the longer she's make sure to stay. Keep going, it looks pretty simple, almost something out of common sense, but it means the world to her.

[prisoner-of-sin]

Just Us (18+)

Adela x Female!Reader

Warnings: Overstimulation, Fingering, Scissoring, Aftercare, Female!Reader. NSFW!

Requests: OPEN

I HAD to do it. This is a 100% self-indulgent fic. I lo e Adela so much 😭 Hope you all enjoy and please stay safe!

Adela gives you a soft smile as her fingers expertly dance in your folds, rubbing your sensitive clit. You have lost count of the orgasms that went through you, they merged together like the ocean. You looked perfect in her eyes: the muddled makeup, the tears streaming down your face and the drool slipping past your puffy lips. You couldn't form a sentence, you whined and begged for her to continue her onslaught.

Screw being dolled up, you were perfect right now.

Adela slips two fingers into your sobbing pussy, her eyes never once leaving your face. It scrunched in undeniable pleasure as the electricity shot through your entire body. Her tips run against the spongy part of your walls and a loud moan manages to rip from your chest, her free hand holds down your body as the pace is agonizingly slow. Her digits scissor inside of you while her thumb gently rubs your clit. The volume of your moan was music to her ears, your thighs keep quivering from the stimulation.

"Let it out, you're so close." Adela encourages, pushing her fingers to the deepest part she could. She rubs and pokes the delightful spots in you, trying to send you over the edge into bliss. It's when you try to fight past her hidden strength to cling to her and she denies it, your orgasm rips through you like a tidal wave. She continues to move, curling her fingers against your g-spot until your head rolls back and even more drool leaves your parted lips. Your essence squirts onto the sheets and coats her fingers, your body trembles uncontrollably as you nearly forget where you are.

Adela keeps her fingers moving but softly to keep your orgasm prolonged, to ease you down from the high. Your face is contorted with pure ecstasy– feelings of happiness and clinginess. She wastes no time to adjust on her knees and lower herself onto your body, getting comfortable as both her hands now cup your face. Her lips meet yours in a passionate embrace and her tongue prodes to seek entrance. Your tongues dance together in perfect rhythm, teeth occasionally bump together. Your hands tangle in her deep colored locks, pulling her impossibly closer than ever and it muffled both of your moans.

"Do you want more, my darling?" Adela's hot breath lingers on your quivering lips as she pulls away from the kiss, you want to answer but barely whimper in response. Her soft lips dominate yours once more, her hands now roam your curves and squeeze the flesh as she grinds into you.

"I want more of you," Adela's finely manicured nails dig into your skin to hold you in place. She places a quick kiss on your lips, having you crave more as she moves away to adjust herself, lifting one of your thighs to slit herself between your legs. Her pussy hovers over your own and you clench your eyes shut, expecting the overwhelming pleasure to strike hard. When she lowers, both of you moans fuse together as she takes a moment to enjoy the feeling.

Adela slowly grinds and the simplest of movements take both of your breaths away. She stares at you lovingly, loosely holding onto your thigh as she leisurely grinds your pussies together. She doesn't stop when your back arches off the bed, oversensitized by all of it. Your nubs bump together and the electricity easily shoots through you both. She was panting, the very knot in her stomach threatening to burst but she held out. She was made for you, both of your cunts fit together perfectly.

"I-I.." You tried to speak but the cries of pleasure interrupted your ability. Adela grinds firmly against you, knowing exactly what you were trying to say. The way your moans were heightened in pitch and the frequency of them, your climax was in sight. She was at the same peak, she could taste the sweet salvation.

It was in an instant that you came, silently screaming Adela's name as you tried to beg her to stop. She quickens her rolling and tightens her grip on your thigh as she hunches slightly, seeking to follow you in release. The wet sounds drive her to her breaking point, coming shortly after you with a low moan– cum mixing together as she hardly moves to ride the high.

"I-I love you, my darling." Adela hums, carefully moving and placing a kiss on your thigh, trailing them toward your knee. Her hands rest on your hips to massage the tissue and help you calm down. "That's it, you're doing so good." She praises, moving to the other leg and giving it the same treatment. She proceeds to encourage you to calm down and you finally feel your breathing even out. She finally pulls away, and climbs off the bed and disappears for a moment, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

What was Adela doing? Was she going to get a toy and ruin you more? Your eyes watch the door she went through, your mind scrambling to realize it was the bathroom. How long has she gone for? She walks out with a few rags dangling from her hands and she takes a seat next to you.

"You must be tired, my darling." Adela runs the cool rag along your shaking thighs, cleaning up the mixed cum so it doesn't irritate the skin. You mumble a 'thank you', looking over her damp body. She must have cleaned herself before returning to the room. You shudder when the rag carefully dips into your sensitive folds.

"A-ah! Careful!" You squeak, making Adela giggle and pull away. She looks at you with loving eyes and lays on top of you, placing a soft kiss on your jaw. You embrace her and kiss her on the top of her head as she nuzzles into your neck.

"I love you," Adela whispers. You smile to yourself and rub her back soothingly.

"I love you too. Nap time?" You yawn, barely able to keep your eyes open. Adela hums in response, keeping her eyes closed as she relaxes herself.

It was one of those stressful days where lovers reunite at home, hoping to relieve stress. Adela was promised to be able to stay with you as long as she behaved. She has never once broken that promise.

[ekail]

this is how the last event went right??

I LOVE YOU ADELA

[ptn-imagines]

I bloody hope you aren't overwhelmed with numerous requests yet (please take care of yourself and rest well!) but may I please request a one shot telling how Adela wants to help her beloved (female sinner as well) get rid of her unpleasant remembrances via a haircut but the sinner refuses to cut her hair as it now holds the most precious and charming memories as well – the ones about Adela? Thank you very much in advance.

Here you go, anon! This is my very first imagine for this blog, so I hope it was worth the wait! I feel like I fell off towards the end, but eh... You know what they say about being your own worst critic.

THE PRICE OF FORSAKEN MEMORIES [ sinner reader x adela ]

rating. teen and up audiences cws. depictions of ptsd and disassociation, implicit hallucinations (visual and audible) word count. 1,683 words.

Mania, among those afflicted, was primarily characterized by the suffering it wrought. Blood, sweat and tears; these were the things that the illness seemed to feed on, the things it was most skilled at drawing out. Mania would bleed a person's heart dry, and then, and only then, would it allow the withered husk left behind to depart from the world. It was a brutal and sadistic inevitability, and even Sinners knew they simply had more time than the rest. Still, amid all the misery and pain, there were good days; days where the Mania was quiet, and the afflicted could play at being “normal.” Healthy. Uninfected. Something other than the refuse of society.

Today, for you, was not one of those days.

You'd buried yourself underneath every duvet you owned to stave off the frigid chill that seeped into your bones. Now, your skin sweltered, drops of sweat pouring down your forehead; and yet, your teeth continued to chatter as shivers wracked your body, fragile in a way known only to the Mania-ridden.

You could feel your blood sprinting through your veins like it had places to be, your treacherous heart spurred into an overtime frenzy. Reason and past experience told you you weren't going to die here – but oh, it certainly felt as though the last grain of sand in the hourglass had fallen for you.

At least I'm not coughing blood this time. A macabre musing that claws its way to the surface of the muck. It carves a smile onto your lips, half-delirious with pain as you are.

You keep your eyes shut. Nothing can muffle the whispers, then the shouts and the screams – but you can blind yourself to the hazy shadows that lurk in the corners, turn your back to the memories that vie for you to bring them to life. No. Not today.

Your body shudders. A cough spills from your throat. If you spoke, would you know your own voice? Nightmares thread with reality as you lay there, a prisoner with no chains, shackled to that day, both your origin and your ending.

A bell rings through the apartment, sharp enough to cut through the empty haze. A bell, a bell, what did it mean again? Your mind struggles under the weight of your half-buried past as Mania tries to claw you back into its wretched grasp. A bell…

Adela. The thought is a lantern shining through the oppressive gloom. Your eyes snap open, the specters fleeing from the light she has brought to the tiny apartment. Your heart still beats to an uneven tempo, but it's no longer the sickness making you dizzy.

“Dearest, are you in here?” Her voice, sweet and silvery like birdsong, is muffled, but you can hear her footsteps approach. You're still too weak to get up, so you wait, a little smile on your lips. It's been a long day. You can't wait to see her.

The door creaks open – you were supposed to call someone about that, weren't you? – and Adela's beautiful face peers into the bedroom. You offer her a little wave, and she breaks out into a radiant smile.

At least, until she notices your ashen-faced features; her smile melts into a worried frown, and she's at your side in a moment. She feels your forehead for a temperature, fretting like a mother hen. She always does this. It never gets any less adorable.

“Are you alright, dear?” she worries, scanning you for obvious signs of malady. “You have a fever… Are you sick?”

You giggle a bit despite how it scrapes at your raw throat, leaning into her tender touch. You are sick, but not in the way she means. “Just a bad day,” you whisper, reaching to intertwine your fingers, and you see the moment realization dawns on her. Of course, she knows; she's a Sinner too, after all. She cannot remember what trauma triggered her change like you can, but Mania finds its ways to torment her even so.

“Oh, my beloved…” Adela's free hand goes to your cheek, gently caressing your face. “I'm sorry. I should have been here.” She's always like this; always blaming herself for things she couldn't possibly control. You don't think you'll ever change this about her, not for lack of trying.

Still, you don't want to let her dwell on it, so you shake your head, rasping a reply: “You're here now, ‘dela. That's… what matters most to me.” You give her the best smile you can, comforting her in the only way you currently know how.

Adela blinks a few times, as though she's surprised you're not blaming her. She probably is; the silly woman takes so much of others’ burdens onto her own shoulders that she's forgotten what it's like not to be responsible for somebody else's woes. “...Thank you, dearest,” she finally manages to say, giving your hand a little squeeze. “Still, forgive my saying this, but you look truly awful. How can I help?”

Your eyes flutter close as you let out a considering hum. “Tea. Then cuddles.”

A few minutes later, you're sipping at a cup of Adela's special tea blend while sitting in your girlfriend's lap. Her hands stroke through your hair, so gentle and kind, and her warmth combined with the sweet and delicate aroma of the drink banishes the darkness that yet lingers. A contented silence settles over the pair of you, basking in the safety and adoration of one another.

…No, not quite contented. Something's on Adela's mind; you can tell by the way her hands occasionally pause before resuming their stroking. You think about asking her about it, but she beats you to it; a gentle sigh passes her lips, and she speaks.

“It was a very bad day for you, wasn't it?” she asks quietly. You glance at the mirror on the wall and see that Adela is fixated on a particular spot on your back. You can imagine what she's seeing, even if it's only in her mind; tresses of twisted, mangy hair spilling over your shoulders, the embodiment of your stress and your anxiety. You wonder how long it is after today.

You can't deny it, so you give an affirmative hum. Adela leans forward to slowly rest against your back, eyes meeting yours in the mirror as she rubs gentle circles into your shoulders. It's a blissful sensation, and only the prospect of the upcoming conversation keeps you present in the moment.

“I don't know why you don't let me cut it away, my love,” she whispers, her breath tickling your ear. You don't remember quite exactly how you found out about Mad Shears; you suspect Adela tampered with those memories. Nevertheless, you'd remembered enough to find your way back to the hairdresser, even after she fled to another neighborhood. She'd been shocked, but… that was years ago now, and you didn't like to think of it much. It had led to a beautiful love blossoming between the two of you, and that's all you cared to dwell on. 

“You're in so much pain,” Adela continues, and you remain silent, trying to gather together the words to say. Adela takes that as a cue to keep talking. “I could fix it all for you. Dearest, why won't you let me help you?”

You sit up properly, and do your best to ignore the twinge of your heart at Adela's little disappointed sigh. “My pain… It's not just tied to the day I became a Sinner, is it?” you answer, your eyes never leaving those of your most beloved in the mirror. “It's entrenched in my Mania. You'd have to wipe my memory completely to erase it, and even then, there's a chance traces of it could linger, right?”

Adela was silent for a moment, hesitant in the face of the flaws in her ability. Her eyes lowered, gaze once again falling your hallucinatory locks of hair; by the way her fingers twisted around nothing, she was fruitlessly attempting to comb out the mess of worries. “But you'd still feel much better than you do now,” she murmured. “Isn't it worth a try?”

“It's a short-term solution to a long-term problem, Adela.” You finally turned around to face your girlfriend properly; her shocked gaze lifted up to your face, and you reached out to stroke her cheeks, smiling. “Besides, even if I was happier for a little bit… I'd eventually just end up even more miserable. Do you know why?”

Adela is silent for a long while, her gaze on you feeling like flames licking your skin. Eventually, ever so slowly, she shakes her head, looking lost. “I don't know. Please tell me.”

“Because… I'd be losing you, the person I love more than anyone or anything.” Adela's eyes widen with shock; even though you feel this should be plain to see, it's clear that such an answer hadn't ever crossed her mind. “Adela, my love, you're the reason I ultimately get up each morning; you're why I haven't curled up and died yet. Without you… I'd be swallowed by my Mania sooner or later, memories or no.”

The other Sinner stared at you as though she was seeing you in a whole new light. Wonder was the one word to describe her expression. Eventually, she shook herself out of it, features curling into the heartfelt smile you adored so much. “I can't say I understand, but… I do trust you. When you say these things… I can't help but feel they must be true.”

“That's good enough for me.” You hold out your arms, and Adela melts into them. She's deceptively strong, but right now, with her body curled against yours, she reminds you of a weak and fragile baby animal. You hold her closer. “You don't have to understand, love. As long as you don't go all Mad Shears on me in my sleep.”

It's a joke, and Adela must know it, judging by the light giggle she lets out. Still, her reply, almost inaudible, is in earnest.

“I promise, my dearest.”

[cosplayclans]

Path to Nowhere Adela White Cosplay Costumes

[starryeyedess]

calligraphy pen doodles

[sinful-lanterns]

POPSICLE

synopsis: enjoying a popsicle makes their imagination wander...

featuring: serpent, coquelic, cabernet, adela, kelvin

rating: 18+ smut (minors dni)

warnings: gn! reader, transfem characters (all of them), double coc.ks/hemipenes (serpent), no actual s.ex but it is very much implied, implied s.ex, implied mas.turbation, dirty thoughts, bon.ers, pining, mentions of bl.owjo.bs, voyeur.ism (coquelic), pwp

art credits: horimiya

SERPENT

The summer season was one of Serpent’s least favorite seasons while living in the Bureau. Usually because if she were back at home, she’d spend everyday just lounging around naked, due to the fact that she was cold blooded and absorbed the temperature of the environment around her. Unfortunately for her, the Bureau required Serpent to wear clothes 24/7 when around other Sinners, and poor Serpent was always at the boiling point whenever she kept her clothes strewn on. 

She’s protested against the clothes rule once before, but was quickly shut down by the Chief for her public indecency. Now that she was forced to keep her clothes on through the boiling months of summer, poor Serpent was currently dying while sitting in front of the AC to catch a break. 

“Mmmmmmpf tooo hottttt…” Serpent whined, her body sweating way too much thanks to the heat of the room. Her face was flushed and she was on the verge of tears with how grumpy and hot she was, wanting something to cool her down quick. 

“Serpent?” Her head turned around to see you peeking your head through the door. “Ah, little human! Hellooooo~!”

Though awfully sweaty, she flashed you a toothy smile and flicked her snake tongue out as a greeting. “What brings my little human to the screening room? Are you hot too?” 

“Yeah, most of the ACs around the Bureau are broken and are being fixed by Demolia or Eureka. This is the only room with somewhat decent air conditioning.” You smiled and held up two popsicles in your hand. “I brought popsicles from the kitchen.”

“Ooooooh.” Serpent perked up at that and held up her hands for one. “What flavor?” 

“Grape and strawberry.” 

“I’ll take grape.”

You tossed her the grape popsicle and opened yours with ease, sliding down to sit by Serpent near the air conditioner and dig into your icy treat. Serpent had already begun to munch on her grape popsicle while you did so, and she was perfectly content with this little snack, until she looked over to see you sucking on your own popsicle.

Sucking rather interestingly Serpent noted.

“Ah…” her cheeks flushed quietly at the sight of your lips pursing over the top of the popsicle and running your tongue across it. She knew you weren’t trying to be…suggestive in any way (she thought) but with the way your lips wrapped so perfectly around the head of the popsicle, she couldn’t help but let her innocent mind wander…

Would your lips wrap that perfectly around her two dicks? Serpent bit her lip at the thought. Would your pretty tongue lap over her tip so eagerly? Stroking and caressing over the head of her second cock, while beads of her precum spilled past the first tip and providing “flavor” to your eager tongue?

The snake woman gulped and shifted her gaze over to you again, breath hitching as she watched you unconsciously bob your head down to suck on the length of the popsicle a bit more. 

Oh…oh! Serpent felt all the blood rush to her face, as well as her two hemipenes down below, watching the way your head bobbed down with drops of popsicle juice dripping from the sides. She felt one of her cocks begin to twitch with arousal. Then the second. Then finally both cocks were stirring up with excitement at the thought of you going down at her. If she was hot then, then she was definitely hot now, as heat was pulsing through her veins with a need to see her pretty cocks stuffed down your throat (and other places). 

Her breath was heavy and laborious, imagining the sight of you down on her knees, smirking up at her while you pushed her dress up to tug at her panties with desire. She gulped when she pictured you slowly licking your hot tongue from the base to the shaft, before finally engulfing her entire tip into your mouth and fondling her second cock with your hand. Serpent groaned at the sight, and was about to picture you swallowing her whole when—

“Serpent? Serpent?!” 

Her eyes widened and she turned to look at you again, face flushing as she wondered if you could see her picturing you in so many lewd thoughts. Or even worse, could you see her erections? Was she having a prominent boner(s) right now?!

“I— I…uhm…” 

“Your popsicle is melting. It’s all over your hand.”

You sighed and grabbed a napkin to wipe the sticky mess off Serpent’s hand, chuckling a bit at how silly she was for letting her treat get messy like this. “You were daydreaming so much that it began making a mess on the floor. Glad to see none of it spilled on your dress, but what were you thinking about?”

“Ah…nothing! I have to go, sorry!” Serpent flashed you a nervous smile and quickly got up to leave the screening room. She felt bad for leaving you caught off guard, but she was in a rush to get to her cell room in order to see if anything “embarrassing” happened to her.

The moment she was safe and locked in the privacy of her own room, Serpent sighed and looked down to see the hem of her dress. Sure enough, two, prominent boners were standing tall and straining against the fabric of her underwear, causing Serpent to groan with how pent up and horny she was. “Ohhhhh whyyyyyy…” she whined, making her way to her bed to satisfy her cocks’ cravings. Today was going to be an even hotter day for her it seems…

COQUELIC

Coquelic had filed several complaints to the Chief of the MBCC throughout the early days of summer. When the majority of the ACs broke down in all the buildings, Coquelic was left lazing around in her room with Sumire or Garofano fanning her to keep her cool. Very spoiled was the Garden Master indeed, but without her trusty flower girls to dote on her every need, Coquelic would’ve melted like a puddle by now under the heat.

“Sumire, darling. Do put more wrist work in that fan, I’m starting to glisten.” 

Coquelic groans and runs a finger across her forehead, pouting at the way she felt the slightest bit of slick coat her skin. “I’m losing so much water…! My poor complexion…”

“Mentor, with all due respect, it is just a little bit of sweat.”

Poor Sumire was sweating a lot more than Coquelic was, due to the fact she was working to keep Coquelic happy, all the while having no AC or fanning herself. Though the Garden was full of assassins who could definitely handle hotter temperatures than this, it didn’t mean it was exactly “comfortable” for those having to sit around and just take in the scorching heat. At least with the missions the Garden girls had something to distract themselves with…

At the door to her room opening slightly, both Coquelic and Sumire turned to see you peeking in your head through the door. At the sight of your familiar face, Coquelic immediately perked up and sat up in her bed. “My flower! You’ve come to visit I see…” Coquelic chimed, a bright smile filling her once uncomfortable face. “Sumire, you are dismissed. And while you’re at it, get yourself something cold at the cafeteria. You look awfully red.”

Sumire sighed and bowed in respect, getting up from her position to walk past you and leave.  As she did so however, she flashed you a smile and mouthed the words “thank you” as if she were finally relieved to get a break from her mentor’s demands. 

When she finally left, Coquelic opened her arms for you to come join her in bed, eager to have someone like you keep her company on this hellish day. “My flower, what brings you here into my sanctuary? Are you here to spoil me again?” 

“You can say that. I brought some popsicles from the cafeteria kitchen, Kelvin is making them. Would you like some?”

“Oh? A cold, sweet treat for me? Give me a red one, it matches my lipstick.” 

You handed her the red, unknown flavor of popsicle and sat down besides Coquelic on her bed. The moment the cold treat graced the mentor’s lips, she let out a delighted sound of relief and began eating with vigor. “Mm, how perfect. That Kelvin girl sure is talented…” 

You chuckled and nodded, starting to suck on your own popsicle while staring off into space. You were content with just sitting there and soaking in the company of your beloved Coquelic, yet it seems with the way you were ravaging your popsicle, Coquelic had taken notice and began letting her eyes wander to your mouth…

With her own sugary treat halfway in her mouth, she let her red eyes fixate on the way you were sucking nonchalantly on your ice-cold popsicle. She knew you weren’t doing it on purpose, (at least, it seemed that way to her) but Coquelic couldn’t help but drag her own tongue across her lips with interest at how sensual your popsicle eating was…

You and Coquelic had a special relationship with each other. Not necessarily official lovers, but you’ve definitely explored each other’s bodies before several times. Her mind flashed back to memories of you towering over her in bed, hand fisting the base of her small, yet beautiful cock, with your face hovering over the hot head of her length. 

Her cheeks went pink at the memory. Recalling the way you shyly smoothed your tongue over her tip and inched your way further at a snail’s pace. You were so shy and meek back then, too scared to touch the Master of the Garden like this with your lips, before Coquelic had to take her own matters into her hands and shove you down further by forcing her hands down on your scalp. 

Coquelic drooled a bit inside her mouth when she recalled how you choked slightly even on her smaller size. You were so adorable with the way you looked up at her with lust, mouth bobbing up and down her short length and causing the master to buck her hips up into your throat. 

“Your tongue work is impressive as always.” Coquelic comments suddenly, smirking up at you with half lidded eyes. That caught you off guard and you nearly choked on your popsicle, blushing and turning to the Garden master. “C…Coquelic…”

“Oh, don’t stop now. Come on, give me a show.” Coquelic teased, eyes trailing down to the base of her practically lingerie attire. “I like it very much…”

Your eyes followed her gaze and your breath hitched at the sight. Through the thin, translucent fabric of her lace, a small bulge was prominent with bits of wetness staining the cloth. It occurred to you that Coquelic had been watching you this entire time letting her mind fill in the imagination of you sucking her cock rather than that popsicle… 

“When you’re finished with that, would you like to enjoy another kind of popsicle, my dear?” Coquelic teased, gesturing to the boner under her nightgown. 

“Ah, well…” your cheeks flushed but you couldn’t help but find the offer enticing. “Alright.” “Splendid!” Coquelic grinned and leaned back against her bed, continuing to eat her popsicle before fishing out her shaft to masturbate to the sight of you eating your treat. “Just take your time. I’m sure we’ll both enjoy the show…”

CABERNET

Cabernet was among the majority of the sinners who couldn’t handle the heatwave at the MBCC. For almost every meal, she’s requested a cold dish to combat the heat. Ice cream sundaes, cold soba noodles, fresh fruit sandwiches. Heck, Cabernet had even resorted to putting her precious grapes in the freezer of the MBCC’s cafeteria kitchen. The cold crunch of her beloved fruits being the only thing saving Cabernet from sweating her face off among the sea of sweaty sinners.

Usually the calm and composed food critic would be able to find an alternative food item to keep herself from dying of starvation (plus the heat), but on this particular day, it was just too hot that Cabernet couldn’t even find the appetite to eat something fresh. Every food presented to her was either too warm, or lacking in flavor from the frost. Poor Cabernet was just slouching over one of the cafeteria tables and trying to absorb the cold from the metal. It was a pitiful sight, and Kelvin began working on a solution to make the tastiest popsicle for Cabernet’s standards.

“Psst. Hey.” Kelvin flagged you over when you walked past the kitchen one morning. She had been busy preparing popsicles for the entire Bureau ever since the air conditioning in the building broke, so when you walked in, you could see an assortment of several different flavors, plus a batch of popsicles that definitely stood out from the bunch with how “fancy” it looked.

“Hey Kelvin, did you need something?” You tilted your head and looked down at her. 

“Yeah, can you do me a favor? I’ve been making popsicles for everyone at the Bureau, but Cabernet’s popsicles are a special case.” Kelvin laughed nervously and presented a tray of gourmet, special popsicles that had bits of magenta dragon fruit and unique coloration you had never seen before. “Can you give these to her? I feel bad that she’s suffering immensely through the heat wave.”

“Yeah, of course!” You smiled and took the tray from her hands. “Where is Cabernet currently?” 

“She’s lying on that table over there.” Kelvin pointed to a redhead slouching over a cold table in the corner, hair a mess as she pressed her face against the surface and looked to be in such a miserable state. You felt a pang of sympathy for the poor woman after seeing her all sweaty and messy from the heat of the Bureau, so you nodded quickly and began making your way over to her. “I’ll go deliver these to her, thanks.”

Approaching the hot redhead at her table, you set the tray down and Cabernet immediately perked up at the smell. “Oh, hello there,” Cabernet hummed, looking up at you and trying her best to smile despite suffering. “What did you bring me, dear?” 

“Kelvin made you some special popsicles with her own recipe. I’m not sure what’s in them, but they sure do look fancy.” 

“They do indeed…” Cabernet hums, glancing over at the magenta popsicles with interest. “Would you like to try one with me?” 

“Really?” Cabernet nods and generously hands you a dragon fruit popsicle. “I can’t finish this all. Please, try one with me.” She smiles and wipes a bit of sweat away from her brow before picking up her own popsicle. “Cheers, let’s enjoy this cold treat together.” 

She teasingly taps the tip of her own popsicle against yours, mocking a sort of champagne glass clink before slipping the popsicle in her mouth. “Mmmm…Kelvin certainly outdid herself this time. I can taste all the flavors of fruit she put in here, what do you think dear?”

“Mm, I’ve never tasted anything like this before…” you muttered with utter surprise, seemingly enjoying the strange new treat. “It’s refreshing and sweet, but not too sweet. I can even taste hints of citrus and lemon within the popsicle…” 

Cabernet’s eyes gleamed with amusement at your analysis. She chuckled before continuing to lick at her popsicle with refreshment. “I didn’t take you to be such the food critic, dear.” Cabernet teased, before a brief silence overcame the two of you, letting Cabernet’s eyes wander to your lips. 

Cabernet was one to notice people’s mouths often, yet this time she took interest in the way you savored the popsicle on your tongue. The way you hungrily slurped up and licked the droplets of juice dripping from the ice, tracing your tongue over each side and crevice while closing your eyes in pure bliss for how refreshing the popsicle was in the heat…

Cabernet licked her lips and let her eyes drown out in your enjoyment. A certain hunger filling the food critic as she imagined how you’d devour something else if you were that excited to eat something phallic shaped. 

Would you slurp up her cum like that if you were to suck her off? Would you make those breathtakingly delicious sounds like you were right now when she leaks too much and accidentally ejaculates a mouthful into your throat from how cute you were? Would the taste of Cabernet bring you bliss like this as you were right now? 

She was definitely a woman with a high libido and she made it clear. Swallowing the drool that was filling up her mouth and letting her thoughts run wild of you between her legs and getting cockdrunk off her taste and taste alone. Oh how she wishes she could see you enjoy how sweet she was, semen dribbling down your chin just like how the popsicle juices were currently making a mess on your face. 

“So messy, aren’t you?” Cabernet hums, taking her napkin and dotingly wiping the juice from your chin. “No need to be so ravenous, my dear. We have plenty of popsicles to devour.” 

She smiles and suddenly tilts your chin up with the edge of her fingers, eyes going half lidded with arousal before whispering in your ear. “Plenty of popsicles, and one you could savor forever.”

And judging from the small boner straining against Cabernet’s dress, you had a small idea of just what kind of popsicle Cabernet was referring to. It was one you would savor forever indeed…

ADELA

Because of how hot it had become in the Bureau, Adela began getting frequent customers, both staff and sinners alike, all asking for shorter and thinner haircuts to get just a bit more breeze on their skin while the ACs were all broken. 

Poor Adela had been stuck in her cell room snipping away hair for nearly everyone at the Bureau. Don’t get her wrong, she loved her job with a burning passion, but when almost all the ACs were broken and there wasn’t much ventilation circling through the walls (plus the added smell of hair chemicals and constant work from day to night), Adela was beginning to feel fatigued and had to take a small break in the screening room where there was one working AC in the whole building. 

She was covered in a thin layer of sweat as she took a sip from her ice cold water bottle to cool off. She was rethinking her working hours for the summer since she was getting more fatigued the further they went into summer, and was lost in thought until she heard the screening room door open. 

“Adela?”

“Oh, hello there sweetheart.” 

Adela flashed you a soft smile and immediately set down her water bottle. “What brings you to find me? Are you in need of a haircut? Everyone has been asking for one nowadays, it’s just too hot to function with long, thick hair…”

She chuckled and looked up at you, patting the spot beside her for you to sit down. “No, maybe next time.” You responded, smiling before sitting down next to her as she requested. “I came to give you something!”

“Oh?” Adela chuckles and tilts her head fondly. “You didn’t have to get me anything. Just your presence is enough for me.” 

“I know, but this time the gift is really worth it.” You smiled, holding up two popsicles in your hand. “The kitchen had been hard at work making popsicles for everybody, so I snatched two for us to enjoy!”

Adela smiled and blushed slightly at your generosity. “You really didn’t have to do that for me, sweetheart. I could’ve grabbed them myself, but…thank you.” She seemed very grateful for the sugary, cold, treat, and took one of the popsicles from your hand. “No problem, I figured since you were working so hard these past few days, you needed something cold to cool you down.” 

You frowned and got a bit pouty at the thought. “Everyone needs to wait a little with their haircuts. They’re overworking you on so many hot days…there’s only so much of you to go around.”

Adela laughed softly at the way you got so defensive over her, patting the top of your head soothingly. “It’s my job, I like making people happy with their haircuts. It does get hot sometimes, but I can handle it. I thank you for worrying about me, though.”

Oh how Adela wanted to kiss you badly for how much you cared for her. You were just so cute and endearing in her eyes, yet she refrained from showing you affection for fear of ruining your friendship. “Well, enough pouting. Let us enjoy this treat, shall we?”

She smiles and begins unwrapping her popsicle to enjoy. When you finally relaxed and eased up your tension, Adela sighs with content as the two of you were engulfed in a comfortable silence. It wasn’t often that Adela got to have a relaxing time like this with someone she deeply cared about, so to have someone like you spend time with her on her break, really brought the hairdresser at ease.

“Ah, mine’s melting a bit.”

“Careful dear. You don’t want to spill on your clothes—”

Adela glanced over at you and her breath hitched at the sight of you tracing your tongue up along the length of your popsicle, licking up all the dripping juices and trying to clean the mess off your hand with your tongue. The sight of you doing this reminded her of…not so innocent things as blood rushed to her cheeks and made her blush. 

“Oh…here, let me help you.” Adela grabbed a few spare napkins and helped clean the mess off your hand and chin. She adored the sight of your clumsiness and found herself fluttering over the way you looked up at her with gratitude. “Thanks, sorry. I guess I should’ve accounted that these popsicles would be a bit messy.” 

You gave her a small, innocently messy smile and poor Adela felt her tights suddenly feel restrictive against her lower areas. A pulse of heat shot through her cock, causing her to stifle a whimper and feel herself strain against her tights. Without warning, Adela felt her innocent mind cloud with images of your hand wrapping around her length. The long, yet skinny length twitching under your touch before you lean down to grasp the tip into your lips and smirk up at her with mischief in your eyes. 

Adela felt guilty. She hated and loved the fact that she was imagining you in such inappropriate positions. She wanted to get rid of these thoughts, but her mind started spiraling and soon she was picturing you kneeling by her bed, thighs parted slightly with your innocent eyes looking up at her and pleasing her length with that tight throat of yours. Oh how she could just imagine your tongue tracing over each individual vein ribbing along her cock, knowing full well that you’d enjoy a stimulating sensation such as that against your mouth…

Darn it… Adela was getting hard. Adela rarely gets hard with how she always had the best thoughts and intentions of her loved ones, yet when you were licking that frozen treat of yours so sensually, how could Adela not picture you replacing that popsicle of yours with her cock? 

“Ah, apologies my dear. But I’m afraid I must head back to work. Thank you for keeping me company,” Adela says in a quiet tone, getting up before you could say anything else and quickly making her way back to her room. After locking the door and making sure no one could get in, Adela groaned and slid her tights down, her erect cock popping free with beads of precum leaking down the tip, as she now had a rock hard boner to deal with before seeing other customers… Adela sighed and rubbed her face in frustration. It looks like she’d be spending the rest of her break trying to relieve herself of this monster, sitting down on the chair her customers oftentimes sat on, before touching herself to thoughts of cumming down your throat…

KELVIN

For the past few days at the Bureau, Kelvin was hard at work preparing popsicles for everyone, ever since the air conditioning units all broke for seemingly no reason. Staff and sinners alike were all sending so many complaints to the poor Chief, and Kelvin being Kelvin, thought of making a temporary solution in order to get everyone off the Chief’s back. 

Kelvin was one of the few sinners who weren’t affected by the heat wave. Due to her particularly unique ability gained from becoming a sinner, Kelvin was immune to the hot air and fatigue, and was busy whipping up different flavored popsicles in the kitchen from morning to night. 

The chefs of the Bureau would help her, of course.  But most of the time Kelvin worked alone. She wanted to perfect her popsicle recipes to appease to the crowd’s tastes, so she was oftentimes up late at night preparing several batches of flavorful frozen treats. 

You had stumbled upon her cooking up a storm in the kitchen one night when you were out to get a glass of water. Upon seeing the meek sinner running around and mixing different fruit blends and flavors, you peeked your head in with curiosity and wondered what she was doing. 

“Kelvin?”

You watched as she squeaked and nearly dropped the tray of unfrozen popsicles on the floor. Quick to rush over to her, you helped steady her posture and felt guilty for startling her. “Ah, sorry. I shouldn’t have surprised you like that.” 

“N-No no, it’s fine. I just didn’t expect any visitors today at this hour,” Kelvin nervously chuckled and set the tray of unfrozen popsicle juice on the counter. “Did you need something from the kitchen? I’ll try my best to provide.”

“Well, I just came down to get a glass of water, but I didn’t expect you to be working so late still.” You tilted your head at her and offered a hand. “Do you need help? You've been working so hard lately caring for the entire Bureau throughout the heat wave. I don’t want you to be tired.”

Kelvin’s cheeks flushed a bit at your concern, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Ah, well, if you’re up to the task, I’d be happy to have some help in filling the rest of these popsicle molds. These are all for tomorrow’s batch, and I think it’ll be faster if we had two people working at the same time.” 

She smiles sheepishly at you. “Is���Is that okay?” 

“Of course, here, give me a pitcher.” And so you began helping Kelvin out in the kitchen. The two of you working diligently to finish tomorrow’s popsicles as quickly as possible. What was about half an hour of work had been halved to about fifteen minutes with you and Kelvin working together, and soon the last batch of the evening was slid into the freezer ready to be frozen for tomorrow. 

“Ah, we finished much quicker than I thought!” Kelvin exclaimed happily, already starting the cleanup process. “If you’d like, you can grab a popsicle of your choice that’s already been frozen. Think of it as like…a treat of sorts. A thank you for helping me.” 

She smiles bashfully and fiddled with her fingers, quickly washing the dishes while you took a popsicle of your choosing. 

“Mmmm. You've really outdone yourself this time, Kelvin. This flavor is really good.”

“Really? I’m glad you enjoy it—”

Kelvin grinned and turned around to face you, only to gasp and nearly drop the cup she was holding in her hand. 

“What? What’s wrong?” 

“Ah, nothing nothing. I just thought I saw a bug on the wall.” 

She flashed you a timid smile and turned back to face the sink, ears going pink as the sight of you pursing your lips over the popsicle and sucking on it ravenously, as it had Kelvin’s innocent mind wandering to dangerous territories. She didn’t expect herself to get so…aroused at the sight of you nonchalantly sucking on a popsicle to eat, yet the poor woman felt the inside of her small cock pulse with need the more she thought about it.

‘Ohhhh nooooo…’ Kelvin thought, trying to take her mind off her horniness as she continued scrubbing the dishes. She was lucky that she was turned away from you to hide her ever-growing blush and flustered-ness, but a part of her wanted to let her imagination run loose with the image of you bobbing your head up and down the sugary confection. 

Kelvin’s cock was not the biggest in comparison to the other sinners, in fact she was probably one of the smaller sinners on the spectrum when it came to measuring her dick size. However, she couldn’t help but think of how easy it would be for you to pop her entire length in your mouth, taking her from the tip to the base, as your mouth swallowed her whole and engulfed her in a sea of pleasure.

Kelvin stifled a whimper, feeling her tights strain against her ever-hardening erection as she rubbed her thighs together to provide some friction on her shaft. Poor Kelvin, she was so, so horny now. Picturing someone as hot and caring as you slowly edging her and teasing her as you traced circles around her cute cockhead, watching the tip grow redder and redder before spilling over with cute beads of seed and down her thighs…

Oh my, if you teased her delicately like that, Kelvin is unsure if she’d ever be able to stop herself. After all, whenever Kelvin orgasmed, she could barely contain herself as her ejaculations could last a very long time depending on how sensitive she was. (And most often than not, Kelvin was very sensitive when it came to a lover’s touch) 

“Mmpf…hnnn…” Kelvin chewed her bottom lip and swallowed as she felt herself stiffen while scrubbing the dishes. She was definitely distracted with her thoughts, as she didn’t notice you creeping up behind her.

“You’ve been scrubbing the same cup for a while now.”

“Ah!” 

Kelvin yelped and made the mistake of turning around, revealing the small, barely noticeable —but still noticeable in your eyes— dark stain that hovered just above where her tip would be. Your eyes immediately lowered and noticed the stain garnering the bluenette’s little chef outfit, and the smirk that stretched across your lips caused Kelvin to shiver with delight.

“Oh, distracted were we?” You chuckled, causing Kelvin to squeak and cover her crotch area with her hands, face going bright red with shame as embarrassment settled in. “Ah, don’t cover yourself. You look adorable! Were you busying yourself with thoughts of me?”

Kelvin couldn’t make eye contact with you, but stiffly nodded as a show of honesty. 

“Awe, alright then. I’ve finished my popsicle while you were ‘distracted’ but I’m still hungry…” 

Kelvin’s breath hitched as you got down on your knees, resting your cheek on her leg and smiling up at her. “Care to give me another popsicle, Kelvin? I came down for some water earlier, but it seems I’m parched for something else…” 

Unable to overcome her lust, Kelvin gulped and just slid her tights down with ease.

[lilithphaase]

PTN characters doodles

[flowermeowffin]

the fog hags

[shrimshrim4fun]

PTN woman with Christmas: Headcanons

Note: Happy late Christmas! This is gonna be the Christmas special, I hope you enjoy ^^

Featuring: Adela, Shalom, Coquelic, Zoya, Garofano

Adela:

-When she lived alone she didn’t do too much. Maybe a few small decorations lying around her house to bring in the festivity. Definitely buys those little Christmas bird decorations. If you search “Featherly Friends Birds” you’ll know what I’m talking about. She also names them and has one at the door so when she leaves she bids it goodbye.

-After you came into her life, she definitely upped up her game on decorations because now she has someone to celebrate it with. A tree which you two will decorate together, drinking hot cocoa, and baking cookies. She loves watching Christmas movies with you on the couch.

-Did indeed try to get her own tree but your jaw dropped when she pulled out her shears and tried to aim for the throat of a pine tree. But you two did go pick out one together after persuading her. She was more than excited to go pick out the perfect one to place in your shared home.

Shalom:

-She is the master of choosing gifts for others. Her gifts aim right for your heart if you will. Noting details through the year and coming up with the gift for everyone. There’s not one person that was sad or didn’t like the gift she chose for them.

-You two dance a lot with Christmas music on her record player. Usually a classic song as she runs her finger through her collection. Taking your hand in hers she guides you to the living room floor and let you two drift along with the music. “Let us sway along with the beat, as the best way to celebrate the holidays is…with you.”

-She’s not really the type to go play in the snow due to how cold it is and she’s afraid you’ll catch a cold. But did indulge a little after seeing you beg her. Using sticks to draw little drawings in the snow.

Coquelic:

-Does not enjoy the snowy weather because she has to wear thicker clothes. Complains about it as you bundle her up. You had insisted turning the heater up wasn’t enough and that she was shivering a few minutes ago.

-She cannot wrap presents for her life. The edges are poked out and it just doesn’t look…good in one way or another. And always gets frustrated after the second try which usually leads to one of the other Garden members or you to do it before she starts cussing the gift out.

-Does find it amusing when the Garden members start to play in the snow. She does soften a little as she sees how happy they are. Laughing together and safe. And of this softness ends when one of the snowballs hits her.

Zoya:

-Makes you two kiss under the mistletoe, ofc a fake one. During this time of month she carries one around with her so she has an excuse for more affection.

-Big fan of playing in the snow, especially snow ball fights. She’s usually pretty light with her hits not wanting to hurt you but if one of her members throws a snowball at you, shes full force snipping them in the face or the balls

-During this time of month you will hear showered and when I mean showered i mean you will be bombarded by gifts the whole month. From the minutes it turns December 1 she has a present for you already. If you think she doesn’t give you enough presents you will be wrong. All carefully picked by her and has this big grin on her face when you open it

Garofano:

-Oh the mom she is 😞 Very busy during this time of month. She’s making clothing for everyone in the Garden, baking treats, setting up decorations. But she’s very happy doing these things because it’s for her family, the people that rely on her.

-The pro at wrapping presents. I guess it’s just a mom ability that just happened 😭 The edges are neat, no creases, and all of them look so pretty. She brushes it off like it’s nothing but secretly baths in the praise you give her

-When you asked her what she wanted for her present she placed a bow on your head before asking “am I greedy for asking for you?” It indeed made you blush and she chuckled before placing a kiss onto your head

[lower-mkdr]

I was watching some playthroughs of Phantom of the mist (bc I miss the event) and now I can't stop thinking about how long Adela has been neglecting herself to the point that she truly desires just one thing, she summarizes everything into one quite ambiguous wish, which is having a peaceful life.

It's something we see during her interrogation and we already know how Mad Shears was created by rumors that spreaded constantly after cutting people's worries and then moving out, it's something even the files acknowledge, but what was stuck on my mind for a while was, how subtle she actually is to bring the topic of small wishes or thoughts about things she actually wants through her lines, just to finish the sentence with "Well, it was just a joke", or she simply smiles and tries to make it look like it's not a big deal. And she does it so many times. Like, I swear to god, I want to give her more than a million hugs and kisses and it would never be enough to express how much it hurts me to see her doing everything always for the rest while keeping herself close but actually feeling very far away.

quality sucks because it's a screenshot but hey, we later understand better that she doesn't only find us/Chief as someone interesting, but such company it's one that she didn't know she would end getting attached to.

Sloane Street works in a pretty interesting way as something similar to us, it's a place she's fond of, the relationships she slowly builded, even if it was not so long ago, it's something that she actually really cares about, which makes her depart something more and more tragic the more you know or try to understand her.

Adela herself acknowledges that she doubts her own decisions many times too, but she's so used to run away cutting any kind of worry that she doesn't truly judges it, why so? if that would bring more and more hair that would end suffocating her again? Running away has been the best option for too long since the day she lost her first home, and it's also been a while since she found something close to what she hoped to have after that.

In fact, after Chief recovers their memories, it seems like she stops hiding and instead she just goes ahead with everything that's on her mind. She really took her time while expecting Chief to find the truth and judge her, it's something even Chief tries to ask themselves later, about why she didn't really attack after "winning" the fight during the first night, that leads Chief to think it's because Adela really doesn't wants to hurt anyone, and it's true.

We even see it later, but her worries doesn't trigger until she realizes the damage that has been done to the people she grew fond of, under all it's her wish of staying there despite everything, because her time on Sloane Street really was the closest thing to the life she always hoped for. Something that is not so hidden in Adela it's that despite her multiple attempts of trying to forget anything, she always wanted something, or someone, that would actually make her stay, it's not something she says, but it's implied in her actions, that's Adela's hope, very deep down it's a part of her wish for a peaceful life. And it makes sense with her final words during her interrogation, she didn't really thought about it until then.

100% compliance voice line goes along too

I didn't include it but I also thought about the scene where she acknowledged that she likes Chief, the narrative goes like "But she didn't seemed to mean something meaningful", I don't think that's true, her actions speak more than her words, and Adela it's pretty good at managing things like that, but I also like to see it as a way of her to be more precise with how she feels, she's finally opening up in her own way, and the last performance in serving team helps too.

In conclusion, I love the fact that she slowly learns more and more about talking and expressing the things she wants aside of her work and self proclaimed duty of taking care of others

[gay-as-fucking-hell]

Thinking about a Modern AU for Path to Nowhere and I've got prompts! :D

Office romance with Eirene. She's the cold hearted CEO of Quinn Corporations who has never been in a relationship before and you're the overworked employee that has only ever been in toxic relationships.

Eirene interrupts a yelling your boss was giving you and that interaction soon leads to many more between the two of you. Through you, she finds out about the toxic work environment and mistreatment within her company. This leads to Eirene ordering an overhaul of each department with a multitude of firings of shitty employees occurring and a reworking of many systems.

The both of you grow closer to one another and soon feelings start to bloom. But there's a problem, Eirene's doesn't know a thing about romance and is to prideful to outright ask you out, and you're as dense as a rock and in denial with the possibility of her liking you.

Mafia romance with Zoya. She's the leader of the infamous gang The Legion and you're a forced stripper trying to work off the debt your parents accumulated from a different gang by working at their club.

Zoya was visiting the club to discuss gang matters with the owner when you come over to entertain her whilst she waited for them. She found herself enamoured by you. You looked so out of place, like you didn't belong in your current position and this peeked Zoya's interest. She starts coming to the club regularly, booking you for a few hours in a VIP lounge and eventually conversations start between the two of you.

You both become friends somewhat and you start looking forward to her visits. Zoya starts to get bold, becoming touchy with you and asking more personal questions. You do the same, wanting to know more about her and encouraging her touches whilst initiating your own. Soon the sexual tension becomes too thick to bare and you have sex with her. Afterwards, your boss tries to stop future appointments with Zoya but she doesn't plan on letting that happen.

Amnesia and Small Town romance with Adela. She's a well-known local of the area with a famous salon and you're a new resident who's settling into the area.

You end up moving into town after a nasty divorce with your ex-husband, just wanting to be away from him and to start fresh somewhere. As you're settling in, you start going out for things and talking to the locals. You are told about many things within the town along with a salon and its highly praised owner.

You soon decide to visit the salon for a haircut and now you cant shake the feeling of familiarity during or after your visit. Soon you start getting odd dreams and visions of a life within this small town with the most prominent ones being a fight with your father, a car accident, a mysterious lady, and a feminine voice with a britsh accent.

Anyone is free to use these prompts, but please tag me. I want credit and I want to read the fics!

I hope you enjoyed my brain rot!

[giltori]

Here, have some Adela, as a treat (I can’t sleep)

[ptn-imagines]

I left ptn in december but your hcs made me redownload it just for my wife. May I request something about Adela, my liege? How she would react to f!s/o proposing to her?

It's really funny when you guys call me 'my liege' and stuff, in a positive way! It makes me smile. I'm honored to have gotten you to redownload PTN and I hope you enjoy this crazy ride with the rest of us!

Now for a little something I like to call, "I can fix her (you actually can)."

Adela reacting to her f!s/o proposing to her

Marriage is something that Adela has long daydreamed about. It’s even cropped up a few times in her dreams. It never fails to set her heart fluttering, her cheeks warming as she pauses what she’s doing to simply bask in this glowing feeling.

However, she’s too worried about ruining what she has with her girlfriend to actually propose herself. Even Adela knows that this is a worry that she shouldn’t take her shears to. Being rejected by her girlfriend is an awful thought, but forgetting about her entirely is one that even she cannot bear.

So, when her girlfriend does what Adela herself does not have the courage to, she’s over the moon. She recovers from the surprise quite fast, actually, and there are tears in her eyes as she squeezes her girlfriend’s hands and whispers an ecstatic yes!

She’s pretty much glowing for the next week or so after the proposal. Adela has always been the sort of person to willingly shoulder most of the housework, but now she’s so enthused that most of the chores end up done before her now-fiancee can even consider it. Her fiancee would be worried about it if she wasn’t able to recognize it as Adela’s way of channeling her excitement out.

Adela doesn’t really have concrete plans for the future; if her fiancee asks, she’ll smile and say that as long as she’s with her beloved one, she’s okay with anything. It’s not a lie, either; if her wife-to-be wanted to move to a bigger, bustling area of Eastside, she’d do it with a smile for her. The only things Adela needs to be happy is her dearest partner and her hairdressing business.

In the end, the lifestyle they decide on is not so different to the one they live now; the biggest change is that they’ll settle down in one particular neighborhood rather than moving so often. Adela knows it means she’ll have to give up her habits as Mad Shears, but it’s worth it for this happiness. Plus, they’ll still travel – they’ll just always return to the same small, cozy neighborhood where everyone knows everyone at the end of the day. Vacations, rather than moving around all the time.

Though her initial excitement has mostly died down by the end of the first week, Adela is still visibly elated for the entire duration of the engagement. It’s not something that will die out after the ceremony, either; this new step of Adela’s life has irrevocably changed her for the better, and she’s happier than she’s ever been.

The wedding itself is small and traditional, both brides dressed in pure white gowns and veils. It takes place in an outdoor flower garden, and the sun itself is shining brightly as if the heavens themselves were blessing this union. As Adela seals her vows with her new wife with a kiss in front of their friends and her wife’s family, she knows that this is a decision she will never have to worry about.

Her shears sit in the attic collecting dust, all but forgotten.