#don't forget how intelligent he is... and truly sharp-minded

[luna-loveboop]

So I'm totally normal about this (<- bold faced lie) but

Whenever someone falls, and is injured or overwhelmed in battle, Sky is always the first one to notice and get there to help

He repeats these phrases:

"Oh no!" When he notices someone's in trouble and needs his help.

And "I've/We've got you!" When he's coming to help.

Here's 19,928 examples

Literally the first battle we see them fight together

Everyone else went after the moblin, and Sky went to help who got stabbed (revenge vs rescue, Skys got his priorities right)

When Wild got injured jumping in front of a sword for Wind

When Twilight got injured (he and wars got there asap)

When they were getting Twilight out and Lizards followed

When Legend was surrounded while the others were debating (again, priorities people)

We talk about how he's there emotionally for the others, but in battle? Sky will drop everything and go to who needs help. And he's truly the most reliable in tense battle because of that. He's teased for being slow/ low stamina/ sleepy, but the truth is he's the fastest swordsman, and if someone needs him? He's there. Instantly, he's there to help.

And I think that's pretty cool :)

[unrealistic-ideas-for-writers]

Caladin: Voicelines

Thoughts I

"The world is an unfair place. It is of the utmost importance to remain vigilant and ready as a result. Your mind must stay sharp, but so should one's blade. I try to be done with my training right as the Dawn Mother's light streams through the windows. It is... comforting."

Hobbies

“I’m fond of music. My…- someone I once knew believed that music itself was the key to the Lament’s end. I’m not sure I can believe that. It sounds too good to be true- too hopeful. But it does leave me wanting.”

Troubles

“It would seem my speech patterns are quite… outdated. To the point I’ve caused several misunderstandings amongst my acquaintances. I did not mean to imply the Midnight Rangers were lesser because they are not a formal Knightage. Nor did I wish to *hit on* their General so disrespectfully. Perhaps there is a researcher who specializes in linguistics that can help me.”

Favorite Food

“I… I do not believe a food like this is commonly found in Huanglong, and I doubt it bears the same name. However, my mother called it Arayes. Seasoned ground meat and shredded onion packed into a pita, pan fried and dipped in a yogurt sauce. It’s been many years since I’ve had it.”

Disliked Food

“Please do not even attempt to feed me beets. Or I will hunt you down. It will not be pleasant for you, I promise.”

Ideals

“I’m quite fond of this modern saying- An Eye for an Eye? Truly it encompasses the way of the natural order and the righteousness of Vengeance. I may seem cruel to some, but it is my way. No deed goes unbalanced, be it good or bad. For my name means Fairness and Judgement.”

Chat I

"Rock or Bone? Bone sticks to the tongue because it's porous."

Chat II

"Bleh bone."

Birthday Wishes

"Happy Birthday. May it be a long Day before the Night comes to take you. In the meantime, we've prepared a few things for you. Would you like to join us for dinner?"

Self-Introduction

“Greetings to you and your tiny Spawn. Yes? I am aware of the little one in your hand- Regardless. My name is Caladin. I should thank you again for freeing me from the ruins. I… still can’t believe how long I’ve been in there.”

Greeting

"Good Morning. Or afternoon maybe? I've been up a while."

Join Team I

"Ready to go? Don't forget to grab extra rations. The sands may keep us out longer than intended. Finicky things they are."

Join Team II

"*Yawn* Apologies. I'm quite sleepy this morning. Don't worry, I still have your back."

Join Team III

"Watch your six!"

Intimacy I

Thoughts II

“Ah yes. I believe I was among some of the first resonators. I still remember that day- when my Tacet mark appeared and seared itself into my flesh. What a horrifically sweet day that was.”

About Chiefly (@crypticrainbowmoss)

“Hmm? Is that-! I was not aware cowboys still existed, let alone in the corner of the world??? How curious, he seems to have rabbit features. Rover, would it be impolite of me to walk up and ask about his genealogy? Ah. Probably so, hmm? The world seems to have changed a lot while I was asleep. Finding traits of Dragons and Rabbits and Birds in people… Truly remarkable.”

About Quay (@yupuffin)

"Quay is a... unique individual. He's incredibly intelligent with a passion for discovery. I have joined him on beach expeditions on the occasion. I was treated to a lovely lecture on chiton. The one Valerian and I had found resembled a bit like a rock. Naturally, you should not lick chiton. Did you know the girdle can be fuzzy???"

About Jiahui (@hobbysognodilibri)

“Ah. The dear researcher. I have much to thank her for, as her initial interest in me and the phenomena around me is what inevitably saved me. As Jiahui herself? She quite surprised me! She’s incredibly agile and quick, something which benefits her nature as a field researcher greatly. I’m curious to see what her next prosthetic model will look like- seeing as Mortefi reached out to me on behalf of her and the Principal Investigator. I hope the remnants of my home found in my gauntlets will aid them both. Though she does worry me a bit. It is a personal… observation of mine, however I have noticed Havoc resonators are more prone to the madness. I believe modern times calls this *overclocking?* Regardless, I hope her brief moment of daze are not what they seem.”

Intimacy II

Thoughts III

"I remember when I was younger how my sister used to take me and her boyfriend sand sledding. They met when I was very young and he eventually became her husband. I... I miss them. I really miss them- because whatever is walking around in their skins now? That is not my family."

About Sobeknesef (@crypticrainbowmoss)

“That man… I understand him to an extent. We have both lost much- and we both are desert born. He is a quiet one, though sometimes he allows me to sit in on his work- to tell stories of our homeland before his people existed there. It is quiet companionship, but companionship nonetheless. I will forever be grateful to him for showing you and the others the way to the ruins. Without his guidance, I may still be there.”

Intimacy III

Thoughts IV

"Jinzhou is beautiful. My whole life, I never thought I'd leave the sands- that the sands would let me. Yet here we are. I'm surprised I am welcomed, but no less grateful. The grass is wet under foot. It rains on the regular. Trees can be taller than some buildings... I should thank everyone more often for giving me a second chance. A real one. Not just survival."

About Valerian (@uncreative-cryptid)

“You wish to know about Valerian? Well, I’d trust him with my life. I have once already after all. He’s incredibly skilled with his pistols and he’s incredibly knowledgeable about minerals and ores. To the point he was able to identify the materials my gauntlets were made out of even though they haven’t been seen in centuries. And I will say, his resonance ability calms me somewhat, even in the heat of battle. And that is almost impossible, I find. Quite the unique individual. So do take care of him. I won’t have him betrayed.”

Intimacy IV

Thoughts V

"Humans are such incredible creatures. To think civilization has survived, even thrived this long after the Lament. It's hope, I think. But looking at humans from a purely biological perspective as well is also fascinating- From hyperactive scar tissue, pack and solo hunting based in pursuit predation such strong pack bonding instincts that we essentially friended our most likely adversary- it's incredible."

About Dahlia

"Dahl... is my big sister. She raised me from a very young age. Our father was absent and our mother dead. She was my everything. Even after she lost her sight, even after I joined the military. She supported me in every way. I loved her dearly. Now I mourn her. Because what is here? Is not my sister."

Intimacy V (Bonus Round :3)

About Jiyan: “The General is extremely good natured- to an almost worrying degree. Though I cannot say it isn’t a welcome change from the power hungry Generals of my days. I quite enjoy his company and have spent many a days drilling with his soldiers and offering insight on mutated TDs. Modern Tacet Discords are very different from what I am used to, but sometimes an ancient thing will appear.”

About Calcharo: “While I have not spoken to him personally, it seems we’ve both heard quite a bit of each other through the General and Rangers. Perhaps we’ll wind up on the same battlefield one day. I am curious, though. What is this *overclocking* that seems to plague him?”

About Sanhua: “This woman is very… odd? She was present when I was initially introduced and interrogated by the Magistrate of Jinzhou. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen anyone with Tacet Marks in their eyes- but to only be able to see frequencies is something entirely new to me.”

About Jinhsi: “The Magistrate of Jinzhou. Such an innocuous looking woman. I could taste her Spectro energy from the moment she entered the room as it differs so strongly from my own. I am unfamiliar with *Sentinels*, but I can see her ties to it. This makes her the third Draconic resonator I’ve met. Truly incredible.”

Encountering a TD: “Hah! Die you wretched things-“

Alternative Encountering Combat: “Mother Dawn, fill me with your rage.”

[geulahgal710]

Message to Mom (that she'll never see)

Mom, I get it. You love me. You care. You're worried about me. You're scared to death that I've forfeited salvation because I don't think I need to go through Jesus to have a relationship with G-d. It grieves your soul to think I might be destroyed in hellfire because I reject the trinity.

I wish I could ease your mind, remove your pain. I wish I could help you see what I see and hear what I hear. But I can't. Because you can't. You just can't. I understand that.

You're 85. You spent around 75 of those years completely immersed in the 7th Day Adventist church. You attended their schools from your first year of grade school thru at least 2 years of college. It's all you know. And unfortunately for me, it's all you can know.

Fortunately for me, though I know you have your regrets and so have I, you married a man who couldn't be brainwashed. In spite of his despicable fatal flaws, one of the few important contributions he made towards my upbringing was critical thinking.

Yes you taught me more ethics and morality. You gave me the example of love and loyalty to G-d and family. You showed what grit and determination looked like. You stressed the importance of kindness and understanding. Dad was the source for me to learn keen, sharp judgement.

But as fatal as his flaws were, I really think, if he were alive today, he would get it. He wasn't unafraid of new ideas. He was always searching for something, looking for truth in between adventures and escapades. It was that strong feeling that there's more out there, that I inherited from him. He gave me what makes a person feel alive. And that much I'm truly grateful for.

Mom, I love you. You're a wonderful, kind, thoughtful, giving person. You're a tremendously beautiful example of the heart of a servant. I know you can't help that you are mentally blind and deaf in some areas.

Maybe dad couldn't help that he was morally crippled in some ways. You were both products of your incredibly stunted upbringing in different ways, as am I. You both did the best you could.

But I really wish you could credit me with some intelligence. Beyond just the simple, mundane things of life. Understand that I have been thru a lot. I've seen and heard and learned a few things in the past 57 years.

So no, I don't need to see anymore testimonials of people who converted from Islam or Judaism to Christianity. I don't need to see videos of people who saw a vision of Jesus when they were in a desperate situation. I don't need to read books about people who were miraculously rescued because they were wearing a cross or something like that.

My G-d is bigger than that. He doesn't need help. He doesn't need any other reason to help me than I'm His child. And because I'm His child, He's not going to throw me in some ginormous incinerator and burn me alive because I don't think I need Jesus to get to Him. Seriously. I've done worse things in my life. That's not one of them.

And no, Jews don't need to accept Jesus. Just stop, Mom. Just effing everybody STOP! STOP!!! For the love of G-d and all that's holy... Just stop. Stop shoving your beliefs down everyone's throats! Stop shoving them down MY throat. Don't you know I have already heard it all for 57 years? It isn't new information. I don't have dementia. I didn't forget it. My ever loving G-d!

Do you know how hard this is? Doing this completely alone? Nobody around me, and I mean NOBODY, who has the least interest. I would love it, if you, mom, could at least try to fathom the logic. Try to at least understand... You can't. Nobody here can. It's d*mned infuriating!

I want to scream! I want to pound my fists. My only connection to sanity is online. At least there's that, Thank G-d. I feel like Chief in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. I feel like a starving rabbit in a cage with a picture of a carrot on the wall across the room.

Do you know how that feels, Mom? Of course you don't. Not one clue. Because even though the 7th Day Adventist church was often looked at as a weird cult of Christians who were trying to act like Jews, they still have Jesus and, oddly, the same insane distaste for Jews and Judaism other Christians have.

Why? WHY??!! What the h*ll did they ever do to you? They don't believe Jesus was/is G-d or even messiah. So the eff what?! All the texts you believe are talking about Jesus and saying that he is G-d, actually, CAN be read and interpreted differently.

And seriously, you don't KNOW. You've been up to G-d's place in heaven? You met Him? He told you Himself that's how it is? No, of course not. You're reading Hebrew texts written by ancient Israelites, who would have laughed you right out of the country if you would have approached them with the modern Christian English interpretation and understanding of THEIR OWN writings. Sorry, mom, but they would. But you can't get that. You won't.

Your understanding of the Hebrew Bible, mom, is like the adult animated TV series King of the Hill character, Peggy's understanding of Spanish. You can't see that and you won't see it until you're in a similar situation as she was, in a court in Mexico being tried for kidnapping. Because she thought as a Spanish teacher, she knew Spanish backwards and forwards. She didn't.

We know the Hebrew Bible like Peggy Hill knew Spanish. But I care enough to learn, to go to the source as much as possible. I'm going to the descendants of the people who wrote it. Getting our information from modern Western Christians is like going to a Chinese laundry owner to learn how to be a French chef. I wish you could see that. But you can't. And you won't.

I'm in this alone for the foreseeable future. Probably until the day I die, unless my Creator sees fit to send more Jews to the area or He opens y'all's hearts and minds. It's just sad. So sad that y'all assume, at best, that I'm mistaken, and at worst that I'm being misled or even deluded. Not once considering that you might be.

So here I am. Trapped in my cage. Waiting for G-d to let me out.

[howl-fantasies]

How could I forget about my favourite boy? Do you think Y/N and and Lucius Fox get along? I feel like she’s the only villain he’d respect

Ah, Lucius. I absolutely love him!

⚙ I don't think they would be all buddy-buddy and everything but you're right. Lucius respects Y/N and her - criminal or not - intelligence.

⚙ Lucius is a man of science and logic, even if Y/N isn't a scientist she shares his love for logic, facts and greatly respects his genius when it comes to engineering.

⚙ They respectively like the other's wit and sharp tongue. Lucius can be quite acerbic when he wants to, and she thinks it's a delight to hear it.

⚙ If we follow the work we did with @flaysthings we know both had the opportunity to work together for Thomas Wayne and his vigilante project.

⚙ And they did a pretty good work as a team, each having their own field of expertise - Y/N, in softwares, programming and with computing in general; and Lucius with robotic, engineering, and implementing Y/N's technologies in the Wayne's devices.

⚙ They were kind of friends, like two colleagues who would never meet each other outside but appreciate the other would be.

⚙ He likes her practical mind and is one of the few who can truly brag about understanding her and her choice to stay a criminal but help the good side too. Doesn't mean he accepts it, tough. But he sees the logic here and is, in a way, thankful. Because he also knows that if Gotham was spiraling into crimes and chaos, the Government wouldn't have any other choice than destroy it.

⚙ Concerning the "saving" of Y/N, he's quite skeptical about it. When first Gordon, then later Bruce brought it and explained him they wanted to cure her insanity to make her see working on 'the good side' was the right thing to do, he would object. The woman had some insanity inside of her, sure, but she was sane enough to point it out herself and never had any problem with it.

⚙ She just was too selfish and psychopathic to want to try to change. She enjoyed the thrill of being a kind of puppet master, making villains and heroes dance exactly like she wanted.

⚙ She would never put others or the greater good first, the only exception being when it comes to Gotham and its survival. People could burst into flames in front of her and she wouldn't care (except maybe Victor), but she wouldn't let anyone damage her and Carmine's city beyond repair.

⚙ Lucius choose to see it as the half-full glass. Y/N caring about Gotham this much means she would help them save it against very dangerous foes. Saving many lives would be the bonus. So he's kind of ok with her walking freely and causing a mess from time to time.

"Mister Wayne. When you're making a deal with the Devil, and, trust me, this one is vital, there's always a price to pay."

[harmonizingsunsets]

Polin Week Day 4: Prompt - Jealousy

Touching A Live Wire

After dragging Colin by the arm through her and Eloise's flat with one hand, Penelope slams the door behind them with the other.

She folds her arms across her chest and looks him in the eye for the first time since they left her work party early. He'd looked apologetic, following her wordlessly to the car and remaining silent during the entire drive to the flat.  

"You have five seconds to apologize."

Colin sighs, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. "Penelope, this is a misunderstanding."

"Five," she starts counting.

"I didn't mean to say it that loud!"

Penelope's lips curl further in anger. "Four."

"Wait, let me explain why I—."

"Three," she interrupts, tapping her foot loudly on the floor.

Colin tilts his head at her. "Pen, this is ridiculous."

"Two."

"Can't we just sit down and—." Pen opens her mouth, her lips forming the word one, but Colin looks alarmed and puts his hands out to stop her. "Fine, you're right. I'm sorry!"

Penelope breathes in relief. Despite the show she just put on, she didn't know what she would've done if she'd reached one. With Penelope's grade three students, she'd send them to the principal's office or write their names in the infraction book. But, Penelope didn't think those forms of punishment would've worked with Colin.

She moves her hands to her hips, pinning her gaze on him. "Sorry about what?"

"I'm sorry that I got a bit carried away."

"A bit carried away?" Penelope scoffs, causing him to flinch in guilt. "Colin, you yelled at my co-worker, "Penelope is too good for you," and then proceeded to knock over the punch bowl!"

"In my defense, whoever placed it there did a poor job. It was teetering on the edge of the table."

Penelope's jaw clenches. "I placed it on the table."

Colin's eyes go wide, adorably so, which she could appreciate more if she weren't so angry at him.

Well, she still does appreciate it a little. She's human, after all.

"Oh, then it was a lovely job!" Colin exclaims, trying to cover himself. "Perfect placement, angels in heaven would want you to be on punchbowl duty at every party."

"You think angels have parties?"

"No, of course not, but they host them. Can you imagine parties in heaven? Unlimited food, great entertainment, and you could dance with Pablo Picasso and Prince at the same time."

"You really think Picasso and Prince would run in the same social circles in—hey, don't distract me," she interrupts herself, pointing accusingly at him while biting back a grin. "I'm mad at you."

Colin takes a step forward, beginning to smirk. "Then why are you smiling?"

"It's an annoying side effect of being around you," Penelope explains grumpily. "But, I'm still angry."

Colin deflates. "I know. You  should be angry at me." He begins to pace, making Penelope worry that he's going to slip as she and Eloise just polished the floor yesterday. "I was way out of line. I shouldn't have yelled at your co-worker. It was disrespectful."

Penelope exhales, her anger beginning to fade, but confusion still causing her head to ache.

"I don't understand. Why did you yell that at him? And why did you spend the whole evening scowling at him and steering me away from him the entire time?"

Colin doesn't respond, looking down at his shoes. His behavior worries her, as Colin's never been one to avoid telling her something. His eyes are always open, full of honesty and understanding. But lately, they've been clouded.

The clouds are unsettling. Penelope misses the sun's warmth, and she can't take the chill anymore, especially because she doesn't know what prompted the weather change.

"You've been so unlike you the past few weeks," Penelope quickly says before she loses her nerve. "You've been off ever since he started working with me at the beginning of this month."

Colin shifts his feet. "No, I haven't."

"Yes, you have! Whenever I bring him up, you completely shut me out, you've avoided my attempts for you to meet him, and I caught you rolling your eyes when I was talking to him on the phone," she lists, furrowing her eyebrows. "What do you have against him?"

"Nothing."

"Colin, tell me."

He shrugs but with tense shoulders. "There's nothing to tell."

Penelope presses on, taking a step closer. "Obviously, you have something against him."

"No, I don't," he says, taking a step back.

She steps forward, feeling a rook on a chessboard that's slowly advancing on his pawn as he moves it backward one square at a time.

"Be honest."

"I am."

"No, you're not. I know you well enough to know when you're lying."

"Penelope…"

"Please, Colin, just tell me what's really got you so—."

"He's into you!" Colin blurts out.

Penelope freezes, her rook stopping one square before her victory.

Colin grimaces at himself, taking a deep breath as if his words knocked the wind out of him.

"What?"

"He's into you," Colin repeats, his voice quieter than before. "I don't like the way he looks at you. He obviously wants something more than friendship."

Penelope knows she shouldn't, but she laughs. "That's absurd."

Colin's expression drops even further, beginning to frown. "Why is that absurd? "

"Because it's me. Why would he be interested in me?"

"Why wouldn't he be?"

Penelope narrows her eyes at him. "Colin, don't play dumb."

"I'm not. You're the one that's playing dumb."

"Excuse me?"

"Pen, you're intelligent, beautiful, funny, and kind," Colin describes, slowly raising his hands and placing them on her arms. There's something in his eyes as he speaks so vehemently, a gleam that sends a thrill through her body. "You're the perfect package. Who wouldn't want you?"

Something in his words causes her to pause, reassessing the entire evening. Once she does, seeing a supercut of Colin's reactions towards her co-worker and his behavior around the two of them, her mind reaches one conclusion—a conclusion which quickens her heartbeat.

However, it also inspires a newfound sense of motivation to stop tiptoeing at the edge of the cliff she's been on for years.

But, she has to make sure Colin is truly standing on the same cliff as her before jumping.

Penelope swallows nervously. "Alright, let's say you're right and that I'm the perfect package—."

"You are."

"Ok, let's say that I am," Penelope agrees, taking a deep breath before crafting her following words. "So, why shouldn't he like me?"

"It's not that he shouldn't like you because, of course, he should. But—he shouldn't," Colin blabbers, getting a cute crinkle in between his brows as he struggles to explain himself adequately, which only fuels her wonderful but terrifying theory. "Because… he's—that guy is not right for you. "

Penelope inches closer, so her chest brushes against his body. He intakes a sharp breath, and she has to restrain herself from doing the same thing, knowing the gravity of this moment—of getting this exactly right.

"But I'm the perfect package, so I'm perfect for him, right?"

"No—I mean, yes, he'd be lucky to have you. But that doesn't mean you should be with him." His eyes flicker to her chest, and back up at her eyes, and back to his shoes, his face becoming more red with each passing second. "He—he has a horrible laugh, he likes Star Trek over Star Wars, and he took way more than his share of the cheese platter—."

"Those reasons are inconsequential. You know they are."

Colin opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. So, Penelope raises one of her hands, moving up his arm and to his neck.

The path of Penelope's fingertips creates a live wire, causing his skin to brim with electricity everywhere she touches.  But, it doesn't shock her. Instead, she's part of the electrical current and feels a hum of energy in her palm that his touch provides.

"So, there must be another reason you don't want me to be with him," Penelope continues, forcing her voice not to shake. "Right?"

"No," he shakes his head after a few beats.

She bites her lip, trying to hold on to hope. "Really, there's not one reason?"

"Um…no?"

Penelope sighs, dropping her hands from his neck, feeling stupid. How foolish was she to think ahead of herself like this? Clearly, Colin's answer was not what she predicted. Just like always, she got carried away in romantic notions, as she always seemed to, when Colin’s around.

"Ok," she says, clearing her throat. Colin frowns at the sudden distance, but Penelope can't see his expression as she's closing her eyes to try and banish the inclination to cry. "I know, it's been a long day, so let's forget it. I think I should—."

Penelope doesn't get to answer. Because, suddenly, Colin swoops forward, his hands cupping her cheeks and his lips crashing onto hers.

If touching his skin created a live wire, kissing Colin makes a high electricity voltage, one strong enough to power an entire city.

Colin's lips brush against her softly, but there's a desperate edge to it, one akin to the desperation she feels as she clutches the collar of his jacket and pulls him closer.

When Colin breaks apart for a breath, he rests his forehead on hers.

"I was jealous," he whispers.

Penelope pulls her head back a little so that she can meet his eyes. "What?"

"That's why I didn't want you to be with him, because I want you to be with me," Colin confesses, pursing his lips. "I know that's immature. I'm sorry. You should be with whoever you want to be with, even if it's not me. It's my fault that I was too much of a coward until—Ow!" He abruptly yelps, looking down at his arm, which Penelope just pinched. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Penelope ducks her head, the corners of her lips twitching into a smile. "I was just checking to make sure you weren't an illusion."

Colin smiles in the incandescent way that made Penelope fall in love with him in the first place. He tips her chin up, forcing her to meet his bright eyes filled with an emotion that wraps around her heart and squeezes it.

"I'm real, I'm very much real," Colin assures, his thumb skimming her cheek. "I'll prove it to you."

He closes the distance between them again. But, Penelope is the one to deepen the kiss. She feels a wave of heat run through her at Colin's moan. Also, she experiences a surge of confidence, proud that she was the one to elicit such a glorious sound.

Penelope wraps her arms around her neck, finding it slightly annoying that he's so tall, as she has to lean up on her toes to kiss him. Colin must sense her struggle, quickly amending the issue by swiftly raising her into the air.

But, as her legs sweep up as she's taken into his arms, she accidentally kicks the bowl that holds her and Eloise's apartment keys off of the table.

It crashes loudly onto the floor, the ceramic breaking into multiple tiny pieces.

Colin and Penelope's lips break from each other's, looking down at the mess near her feet. Then, for a moment, neither of them say anything, only staring at the floor.

"Well…at least there was no punch in there this time," Colin says, sidestepping the broken pieces of the bowl.

Penelope laughs, smiling against his lips as she pulls him in for another kiss.

While she has a lot of explaining to do about the dramatic scene the two of them caused when she shows up at work tomorrow and will have to answer Eloise about the broken bowl, she can't find it in herself to care.

When he opens his eyes briefly, looking at her and moving a strand of hair behind her ear, she no longer sees clouds. Instead, she only sees the sun, and she wants to bask in its glow forever.

Penelope knows how idealistic that thought is, but as Colin begins kissing down her neck after moving them to the couch, she thinks it's quite a reasonable notion.

[undead-merman]

this is the yan monster luci and satan requester, not a poly relationship, but just like a mutual agreement that they don't want any low life demon going near their s/o

Okay I’ve got Lucifer as a Manticore and Satan as a Sphinx. I love writing these, its a shame I can’t write these faster.

🦁Manticore Lucifer🦁 🦁Sphinx Satan🦁 as Yanderes GN- Reader SFW

Lucifer

Appearance

As a manticore his appearance is fearsome and even his presence is enough to make most others turn tail and run. His mouth is full of too big teeth, some of the long canines poking past his stern frown.

He has small hands that are more paw-like, with razor sharp claws at the end of them. He has paw pads on the tips of each of his fingers, and 3 small pads on his palms. Unlike normal paws, he does have a thumb and surprising dexterity with them.

Along his forehead and temple he has small black horns, they’re perfectly symmetrical which is unusual for a chaotic creature like himself. On top of his head, past his horns are two lion ears that twitch and turn to even the softest noises.

On the back of his neck, down his spine, are small quills tipped with a viscous venom. He is able to flatten them against his body to make them flat for his clothes many of his kind have spots open in their clothing for their spines to poke out, but Lucifer does not have have that in his clothing, He only has a spot open for his large, slightly torn bat like wings.

His tail is long and ends with a red tipped scorpion stinger, quills randomly set along it. It normally hangs low and curls up to avoid knocking things over.

His true form is like that or a normal manticore but with piercing yet silky and shiny black fur and bright glowing blood red eyes.

The Undefeatable Beast

Manticores have a reputation of being mighty beasts unable to be slain by any man, but there are rumors of some being slain. Lucifer, one of the oldest and most powerful has never been bested. Every opponent he’s ever faced has perished and only the surviving onlookers have been able to tell the tale.

His viciousness is renown all over the devildom; while he acts like a gentleman whose temper is always under wraps, he’s quiet vengeful and easy to anger. He doesn’t like to show it, he lets it simmer until he can get his revenge.

His appetite is ravenous and loves to have barely cooked meat served elegantly. He doesn’t like it raw as it feels barbaric and he enjoys the finery of life, but if he needs to he doesn’t mind eating anyone until not even the blood is left.

He does have a vulnerable side however, as since he’s that of lion and Scorpion he needs to sunbathe in order to be in top condition if he doesn’t he’s sluggish, but more brutal. Since there's no sun in the devildom he uses a light to warm himself as he lays on his sides. He looks surprisingly peaceful when warming up.

Spending Time with You

The one thing he can’t defeat, is you. He has such a soft spot for you that he is willing to do anything you ask. Giving him your big doe eyed look makes his monstrous face scrunch up and flush at you. He really can’t say no to you.

His favorite thing in the world is to lay down with you in the warm light, looking up at you as the light engulfs you and all he can see is your smiling face. He loves it when you go to run your finger through his hair or pet him. His wings shiver when you do that and his spines do as well before tightly flatting against his skin allowing you to touch him without getting poked at all,

He is fiercely protective over you. He snaps at anyone who touches you and stands behind you as someone talks to you, his icy glare focused intensely on the person you're talking with.

He loves to take you to enjoy elegant food, sights and sounds. His favorite place to take you is the opera, he loves to listen to the soft gentle melodies as he takes your hand into his.

His Dark Tendencies

Lucifer does not like others interacting with you. Should you defend another person from him too much he’ll start to get insecure. He’ll think you're forgetting about him and falling in love with someone else, and he hates that. He’ll take you even if you struggle and lock you up and keep you to himself until he feels you’ve forgotten about the other. Of course his opponent would be dealt with swiftly, and painfully.

He loves seeing you locked up, it makes the dark monster instincts churr in delight. Completely at his whims, of course he’d never hurt you too much. Should you make him angry or god forbid you try to escape, he’ll punish you by applying constant pain without actually hurting you. Painfully clamping your skin more and more until you go mad and beg him to stop. But if you made him truly angry you’ll be lashed and whipped until he feels better making you count each one out loud.

After Punishments he’s overly sweet, he’ll kiss every bruise and cut, and look at it so tenderly as he whispers about how good you are for him and how much he loves you. But he’ll graze his razor sharp teeth over your sensitive bruises just to remind you to never do it again.

Misc Stuff

When he’s extremely relaxed around you, he will let out a purr though, it’s a deep inhumane noise so deep that it shakes your chest if you’re near. He gets embarrassed if you mention it to him.

He greets those he’s close to by pressing his forehead against theirs. He does this with you, cupping your cheeks and smiling as he does it; with his Brothers and Diavolo it’s a simple tap, but with others he only nods his head. If he doesn’t like someone he simply just stares at them without blinking, glaring into them with fury.

He wants you to smell like him all the time but he gets a bit flustered about doing it. He’ll scent you by rubbing his palms, wrist and cheeks on you while you sleep or aren’t paying attention while cuddling. He feels like a tomcat when he does it but he can’t help it.

Satan

Appearance

His body is more centaur like, with the lower body of a giant winged lion. His fur is a lustrous blonde and gold color and his lower abdomen is large and bulky with thick skin and muscle.

His wings spread wide and are tipped in shimmering gold that shines in any light. The wings which are just under his humanoid hip have a blonde and gold fur, thick and volumes. While most of his mane is centered on his hips, it does have a trail of it going up his spine and shoulder blades.

Two lion ears sit on his scalp of much longer hair then normal, tied loose with a lime green ribbon. His ears constantly moving back and forth betraying his hidden emotions. They flick at nearby noise, or something that interests him, and lay flat when angry or embarrassed.

A Guardian Creature

Sphinx are mostly known for their stories of guarding treasures and tombs. A protective species and loyal to a fault. Satan is just like others of his kind, He focuses his attention to his collection of books and scrolls. Very solemnly does he allow anyone to come near his collection let alone trusts them to borrow from it.

He’ll never admit to it, but he has a lot of the same habits that Lucifer does. He enjoys lazing under a bright warm light, and your gentle strokes on him. He even purrs just like Lucifer too.

He seeks out riddles he cannot solve, he’s said to befriend those who tell him a riddle he can’t solve. He craves to expand his knowledge and find truly intelligent and wise creatures.

Spending Time with You

You had thrown him through a loop when you were given the quest to find a riddle he couldn’t solve and gave him a cheesy dad joke. Never has someone even attempted anything like that. It fascinated him and he quickly became obsessed with you.

He enjoys seeing your point of view on all kinds of topics. He’ll bring you a gift and ask for a discussion on it. He loves hearing your voice talk about the gift he got you and your thoughts on the history behind it. It stimulates such a deep part of his brain that he’s become addicted to it and he nearly brings you one everyday.

He also enjoys stupid fun. Stuff that he doesn’t have to think about too much, he finds it deeply relaxing, though he dares not let anyone but you see it.

If you ask he’ll let you pet his soft feline pads, he’ll get all flustered and squirmy with you rubbing and massaging them. They’re so soft and pink, but while you're doing that he gets to feel your hands in his paws and to him they’re the softest thing he’s ever felt.

His Dark Tendencies

Satan is so deeply infatuated with you, he simply wants to be around you constantly, never letting you out of his grasp. He, of course, loves to bring you small, cute gifts so he can see your face heat up and you look so happy, but a dark sadistic side of him loves to see you scared. The tears dripping down your face and your eyes shoot open with terror behind it. He’ll always be there to comfort you right after but a sick part of him loves to see you like that.

If you ever tried to hide from him or try to run, he would quickly catch you with a dead, unloving, and dark face. He’d carry you back, tie you up and humiliate you, force you to eat out of a cat bowl, and spank you till your rear is black and blue. He always grins from ear to ear when he sees you limping after.

He loves chaining you up and listening to you read to him. He likes playing with the chain as you read and he always complements how it looks on you.

Misc Stuff

Ashamedly he is much like a cat at heart. He finds himself a lot of time chasing bugs and chattering at birds in class. He’s so embarrassed by it that he threatens anyone who brings it up, if not clawing them in half on the spot.

He sits like a cat does, his lower body having its paws tucked in on themselves as he reads. He often falls asleep like this too, his humanoid body frozen while the bottom one is all curled up in a tight ball.

Unlike Lucifer’s more refined palette Satan can eat whatever it is put in front of him, fresh or dressed, it does matter at all, but he doesn’t eat a lot for someone his size.

Dealing with Interferences Together

Dealing with each other was nearly unbearable, but having another one in on the fear competition was unacceptable to both of them. With the two of them they could control the scenarios you were in, keep you at least near them. But having an unknown contestant was dangerous. What if They tried to touch you? Kiss you? So what they’ve done to keep you around them, the carnage they’ve left behind to scare you away from them.

Whenever someone threatened that, they agreed to quickly and quietly deal with this before you even noticed They were gone. Stalking them and finding the perfect time to strike, when together it was deathly quiet, none of them talked and the tension was so thick you’d need a chainsaw to cut through it. They would get into fights fairly often due to them bragging about the time spent with you.

They hate working together, but they do work terribly well together as well. They get everything done quickly and without a trace. Their go-to is to kidnap the offender and bring them to a private room and take any frustration they got while working together and take it out on them. Those who go into that room never come back out. After everything is taken care of they’re right back to fighting with each other for you.

[serenityseventeen]

Love & Letter: To The Thirteen Boys I've Loved Before

The Seventh Letter

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To: Jeon Wonwoo

From: Y/N

Hey, Wonwoo.

Now that I think back on us, we were a romance novel with a bittersweet ending. Every moment I spent with you felt like I was drinking a comforting cup of hot chocolate even if it didn't have any additional toppings. Warm. Sweet. Lovely. Temporary. I guess I finished the cup of hot chocolate now, huh?

Maybe one day I'd get a refill.

But for now, I'm satisfied.

I don't know how to exactly explain this. I'm just grateful. I'm also happy. I'm not happy with the breakup of course, because it's sad and I'm heartbroken too. I'm happy with the memories we made. I'm happy that a warm and sweet guy like you loved me. I'm happy that I got to love an understanding and intelligent guy like you.

I think deciding to become an avid reader may have been one of the best choices in my life, even if our love lasted only about a year. My unfortunate love life has taken a toll on this love as well. I know you'll say it wasn't any of our faults that we broke up. Knowing you, you'd probably say something along the lines of, “We couldn't hide our hearts that's why we dated. We can't change time that's why we have to separate. We didn't have a choice.”

You're always positive like this. I know that sometimes you're hurting and I was hoping that maybe one day you'd tell me about everything; everything that hurt, bothered, or annoyed you. You did tell me a few things that cut deep but I knew, each time that you opened up to me, that there was an even deeper cut in your heart that you didn't dare to tell yet.

Wonwoo, you were always a happy kid in my eyes. I think you wanted to show me only your good side even though you acted as if you could tell me everything. You were able to speak up for me when I couldn't and you even put my friends in their place. Thank you for that.

At that time, we weren't even dating, so I was always asking myself, “Why is he defending me?”

You were just this bookworm I met in the town's book club that I signed up for. You were just this guy who always happened to be reading in the local library. So, why were you defending me?

Well, we both know that answer now. It was because you liked me.

You began seeing me almost every day, at the local library, because I wanted to build a good habit of reading books. You looked like a cold nerd, always reading in that same, dark corner, barely lit by the lamp nearby. Sometimes I would just, while picking out a book to read, wonder what book it was that had you so invested.

Did you notice me staring? Or is it because I always took a long time looking for books? You never told me which of the ones were the reason you approached me. Well, I also never asked but by the time the question crossed my mind again, we had already fallen in love and broken up.

When you approached me with a book in your hand, I can still hear the words you said with your deep, calming, and dreamy voice. “Read this one if you're having a hard time. I already finished it.”

If you're reading this letter, you're probably cringing, right? Such a cheesy line for a first actual meeting. Well, I will admit now that it left quite an impression on me and lingered in my mind for a while. I never told you that though because I thought it was embarrassing.

You were really sweet even before we started dating. I was always wondering why you would leave me yogurt when I wasn't looking or become protective of me when I was alone. You always acted as if it wasn't a big deal but I know you were taking hours to head home because you insisted on seeing me off every time.

Wonwoo, when we began dating naturally, I wasn't convinced I was in love with you yet. I'm sorry if it sounds like I deceived you but the reason this letter is being written is because I loved you. Back then, even if you don't know my heart, I want to tell you that I'm sorry for dating you when I wasn't sure of my feelings. Whenever I dated or liked someone, it didn't end up that happily.

That day when I told you outside the library at night about how loving me felt like a curse, when you kissed me that night and reassured me that I wasn't cursed, that's when I truly fell for you. You were willing to accept me even when I talked so much that night about my past and failed relationships. Your lips... breath... It was all so warm that I didn't want to let go of you.

You didn't mind it when I talked about my ex-boyfriends and you understood me well. Even the next days that followed my breakdown, you treated me the same. You treated me like I was yours. When you wanted me to be close, you'd pull me close with my chair and ask if it was okay. When you wanted to hold hands, you wouldn't hesitate to do it in the most natural way possible.

You were also very romantic, I don't know if you think of yourself that way though, Wonwoo. I hope the things you did to me and my reaction also made your heart flutter; because every little thing you did to me made my heart race. It's memorable. I wanted to do the same things but I lacked the confidence. At least I gave you some good laughs though?

I remember, one time, I accidentally forgot my book at home during the book club and there were no extras. No one knew we were dating then and you suddenly took the seat beside me and slyly slid your arm around my waist and hand in mine before you started reading the chapter. You don't know just how much my heartbeat spiked because of that. I'll also be honest here, I didn't remember anything you read out loud and ended up reading the chapter again at home.

I think we got close because of our many conversations. Soon, I grew attached to you in many ways. You were the reliever of my stress, the lover of my nights, and an inspirational reader of my days. I had you to talk to when things were hard. I had you to talk to when I wanted to flirt and have fun. I had you to talk with about books.

What a boyfriend you were, handling so many jobs just for me. Now that we've broken up, I've realized that I was selfish. I used you for myself and though sometimes I did try to try and get rid of your hardships by listening, I found that you were independent. You thought you'd be able to handle it all so you always told me, “Just seeing you is enough.”

I honestly hope you don't think that way. I want you to be like me. Be a little selfish sometimes and allow yourself to use another person to rant. I want you to be able to let out all that stress you're having, whether it's from school, home, or your part-time job. I want you to be confident and continue being positive without having to hide your scars, but please, don't make the mistake of trusting the wrong person.

Remember the day when I called you crying, whining about how I failed an important test? It was probably almost midnight at that time and you were probably sleeping. I don't exactly remember the details but I remember this much.

You woke up, got out of bed, and ran to me. When you saw me crying on the bench beside a lamppost in the park, you immediately hugged me, not saying a word. Do you know how thankful I am for that?

It wasn't even that big of a deal. I was being a baby over something so trivial but you still ran to me. Your warm embrace filled with love... I could never forget that.

I still always think about that day when you came over to my house with the excuse that you wanted to read together. You ‘fell asleep’ on my couch.

I don't know how you knew I was staring at your handsome features but somehow, you knew. I still don't know how. I was just staring at you while thinking, ‘This guy cares for me... he's really nice... Why does he like me?’

It was like you could hear my thoughts. You turned your head to me and opened your eyes gently then pulled my head closer and kissed me. My heart fluttered so much and even thinking of it now gives me butterflies.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to do it without your consent.”

Seriously, which novel did you learn that line from?

I also know that sometimes when you ask me to hug you, it's because you're having a hard time, not because you missed me. Do you think I wouldn't know that? I can just remember how desperate your grasp was and how weak your breath was. I wished that you would tell me about your problems one day.

Even though you didn't end up telling me about your deepest fears and scars, I'm glad that you wanted hugs from me. That means I was at least some sort of comfort, right? I was also comforted when I hugged you, even though you were the one who asked for hugs.

I can't do anything but compliment you in this letter because our relationship did not have any flaws. Truly, we only have happy memories to reminisce. Like that day when you kissed me in the library, between bookshelves, or that day when you made a poem about me and read it out loud, or when you came over to my house and helped me water the plants but ended up getting both of us wet. When I was with you, I only had smiles and it felt like I could forget everything and just live as if there were only the two of us.

Because of you, I could forget about college for a while, I could stop stressing about schoolwork, I could be happy and live in the moment. I hope it was that way for you too. Your cold face when you're not smiling and your sharp eyes are enough to slice someone in half. You need to smile warmly with that beautiful smile of yours. You have a beautiful smile.

Wonwoo, I know you're a strong guy. Even without me, your ‘healer’, I know you'll be fine. Please don't make me the only one who remembers this love story. If I wanted to, I could write a romance novel about us. You, the male protagonist, and me, your love interest. We had so many lovely moments that I just want to keep it all in a book.

Well, it's a shame that we have to end our relationship like this. Maybe the timing is just never right for me. College is in a few months and long-distance relationships would never work for us, that's why I asked for us to break up. I know you and you usually rather act than talk. I'm sad about it but there's nothing I can do. I need to go to college.

I just have a few more things to say to you in this long letter.

Wonwoo, sometimes you would be straightforward but sometimes your words and actions would be implicit. Sometimes, even though you were my boyfriend, I would find myself failing to understand you. Everyone is complex but you may be the most mysterious man I fell in love with.

What was I to you?

Was I like a warm cup of hot cocoa?

Or a blanket to give you warmth throughout the nights?

To me, you were warmth, reassurance, love, and like the seasons.

You taught me life lessons while being my partner.

Even if sometimes you seem like a stranger, I don't regret it. I think you must've had a hard time but I'm sorry I couldn't do much to help you. Now that we're over, I'm just happy about what we had.

The fact that we loved each other is enough.

Yours truly,

Y/N

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© serenityseventeen

6/24/21 - 11:42 am

a/n: My baby brother and parents came back so I spent a lot of time with family and didn't get to finish this. + SVT appearing on so many western shows/channels makes me so happy... I'm just happier these days :)

[long-cosmos-overhead]

Oswald x Reader request coming in :D In which someone tries to rob him and though she is short and not that strong either she somehow saves him and though shes shaky and a bit panicked herself she grabs his hand and runs away. When they're save she asks if hes hurt and if he is ok and all though they don't know each other

(I do not own Gotham or its characters/ gif not mine)

Head down, work hard, mouth shut. The three rules you had been taught by everyone you ever came to meet. Gotham was brutal to say the least infected by crime, impaling fear, gangs and a composition of the most dangerous and mental people to grace the planet. Ever since you were able to comprehend words those ways of staying alive were drilled into your head to the point you dread not forget them. Thankfully you had witnessed little but the headlines on papers that strung across the street were the terrors of any sane man or woman alike replayed again and again. Truly they had lost their meaning, the fear and uncertainty of a cold murder spun only as a broken record. Old news seen before and most definitely to be seen again.

You had clocked off work early today, a rare but welcomed occasion. Your job was not strictly speaking very sustainable nor enjoyable. You didn’t intend to stay there long, you had no actual plan or blueprint of your life but somehow in the back of your mind you knew you’d throw in the towel and jump to the next job until you get bored and did it again. Not living luxury but spontaneous.

The streets you walked down were engraved into your head yet you didn’t even dare say you knew them. No one knows anything until it happens for even a house lived in a lifetime can still turn into a nightmarish fever dream. It was around four in the evening somewhat dark from the autumn setting into the sky which also caused fewer people to lurk around too long for the dark can be a cursed concept. Still few people braved the cold and gloom however their intent unknown. Head down and keep walking. This motto serving you well swaying danger opposite your direction.

You had walked a while only little under halfway left to go before reaching your apartment. The cobbled streets dark enough for weak street lamps to guide the rest of the way illuminating small circles of pavement. Your feet shuffled turning perhaps the worst corner of your route. A dark dingy alleyway. Dumpsters shoved aside the wall, cigarette butts littering the floor and a distant but strong smell of urine sometimes they’d even be a stray rat picking at the litter on the floor.

Today however the dumpsters and used cigarettes didn’t even cross your mind. A man stood feebly against a wall trapped by two other men clearly much taller and bigger than he was. It was clear by his every move he was scared and the men were not conversing in a friendly altercation. You should’ve walked away, found another way round and forgotten what you saw. Theft was common and the one thing you had been told all your life was to keep your head down and move along yet the man had you in his grasp something about him captivated you alluring you to go against every rule you’d been told.

He looked like a child and a man at the same time. A strange but rather fresh look compared to the city. Rather short and thin with an air of mystery and intellect. His hair was dark and messy something you found oddly attractive. He was almost an advancement, an attractive person who carried a strongly blended sense of submission and dominance. He felt like an opposing force not only to others but to himself. You saw huge amounts of intelligence and ambition beneath his eyes but clearly he knew he couldn’t hold in a fight his body language seeped it. You didn’t even know his name but you knew you had to save him. He was something far far different.

Head down. It was screaming at you, the voices of every person with sense who ever entered your life. The one thing they all wanted you to remember and abide by discarded all for the safety of a man you didn’t even know the name of. Years of teaching washed away over intrigue. If you were to carry anything with you it was the sense of good, the thrill of breaking through and the righteousness that followed by attempting to save a man for even if you failed your heart would be in the same place as if you had succeeded.

What followed was rather a blur. It wasn’t like those old but gold war and crime tv shows. It was messy, uncoordinated, rash and terrifying. You remembered running the wind whipping past your body almost trying to drag you back, to plead you to reconsider. You didn’t have to run for very long in fact it felt as if you had barely gotten started. You saw without seeing your body guiding you like in a dance, adrenaline exhilarating your blood flow. You could distinctly remember a sharp impact smashing right into the side of one man. You weren’t tall nor very strong yet he was thrown off balance hopping to the side as if he tripped.

For a moment no one moved or at least they looked as if they had forgotten how to. Your adrenaline left and you stood as a little girl arm throbbing from charging into another triple the body mass of you. How foolish it was of you to believe you could do something against such beasts. A lifetime of knowledge spoilt. But then your eyes came to rest upon the very person you sought to save. His entire face expressed shock, fear, relief and a tinge of admiration. You didn’t know what it was about him but just like keys in the ignition you were revved up again. Determination clouding your eyes.

You knew you could not fight and by the body language and frame of the black haired man neither could he. Panic began to set a course, you were by far outmanoeuvred. The eyes of the robbers darkened their initial shock worn off and it was clear they had a different goal on the table.

You didn’t think when you laced your hand with the smooth skin that connected to him. You ran hand in hand like an old fashioned movie. His touch sent a spark through your body. Your cheeks flushed pink which you hoped momentarily would be mistaken for anything but his charm that grasped you so easily. Despite high tensions and a painfully fearful atmosphere he was gentle, so gentle. His grip was light yet heavy enough for his presence to be known, he didn’t grip your fingers painfully so they folded in on themselves neither did he run ahead and retreat from your grasp. He was naturally gentle.

You ran until your lungs ached and your legs groaned in protest. You both came to the conclusion that neither of you were willing nor capable to go any further. Your feet stopped pacing and you came to a standstill panting and beyond disbelief. The air having hit your throat enough to leave it stinging. It was rather mad. You and some man you’d never met holding hands in an unfamiliar alleyway desperately trying to catch your breath after almost getting murdered. It was so surreal it sounded like something straight from the pages of a dark romance.

“Thank you.”

His words were split by the sharp intake of air and heavy dosage of shakiness but it was a sound you immediately wished you could hear again and again. The corners of your mouth twitched upwards a little.

“You’re welcome.”

It was evident neither of you knew what to say, too consumed in shock and fear.

“Are you okay?” You asked discreetly running your eyes over his face and upper body scanning for injuries which you were relieved to find none.

He responded by turning the question on you his voice shaky and nervous but genuine. He was as rare as gold in a dumpster anyone else would’ve straightened themselves up and walked off not even taking one look at you let alone ask about your well-being.

“J-just a bit banged up.”

His eyes morphed from confusion to somewhat greatful and sympathetic. He knew you were a keeper just the way you held his hand made butterfly’s flap wildly in his stomach let alone be lucky enough to find someone to defend a stranger from a gang of thugs.

“I got a place not to far.” He cut off seeming afraid. He really wanted to get to know you and thankfully you grasped at the hint.

“Let’s go -,”

“Oswald. Oswald Cobblepot.” His name seemed fitting to his appearance it felt natural as if any other name wouldn’t have been able to serve him the same justice.

“Y/n L/n.” Oh he loved you already. Everything about you had him stunned. Your bravery, your kindness, your voice even your name had him in a pit of deep desire.

You both walked side by side like old friends down the cobbled streets already infatuated with one another setting the scene for something incredibly special.