#He would definitely write a small little poem or letter back.

[diverbots]

she is writing a poem about flowers to send to quark 💖

Quark reading said poem about flowers:

[itsmeoculi]

Poe dating hcs! SMUT AND FLUFF

Pairing(s):Poe x gn!reader

Tw: Smut hcs, nsfw content will be mentioned

Synopsis:None needed! Just dating Poe hcs

Let’s get a move on then!

Floof

-DEFINITELY LEAVES NOTES AROUND THE HOUSE!! He’s a writer for goodness sake, his notes are rlly cute. It’s like him telling you when he’s coming back home, if he’s making any additional stops, and where he mainly is headed for.

-Karl has had to at least sneak 1, if not, 2 thirsty love poems that Poe writes about you, when he’s alone. Ofc Poe is very shy AND WOULD PROBABLY DIE if you saw what he wrote. Karl being a smart as showed you by sneaking the papers. Poe could barely look at you in the eyes (as if they’re even visible) for like 2 weeks. Poor introvert :(

-Definitely a cuddle bug, a quite one tho. He doesn’t really ask for cuddles, he slides into them naturally, yk? like one night y’all are gonna sleep at a late hour, and he nudges your shoulder and sneaks his head under your arm. You guys then end up holding each other after

-LITTLE SPOON LITTLE SPOON LITTLE SPOOOOOOON!!!!!!!!

-Spoils you, but like unintentionally. Like man is so rich that $2,000 seems like a miracle to you, but to him? That’s a measly nickel, if not a cent to this guy 😦

-He would casually buy you new expensive stuff, like on a daily basis. No not “Here, darling it’s for Christmas.” And he gives you a new car (which this situation is still completely possible) but like you’ll see $20,000 purses on nightstands, DAILY, next to notes he leaves and the note would say “Just a small gift, love you always.” LIKE GODDAMNNNNN.

-you prob tell him at some point not to spend so much money on you, he apologizes (EVEN THOUGH HE DONT NEED TOOOO POOR BBY :((( ) BUT STILL KEEPS BUYING YOU STUFF just less frequently, cause he wants to listen to you. BUT HOW COULD HE NOT SPOIL YOU?

-loves rainy days because he would write stories, and ask for feedback from you, even if ur not a pro writer he just wants to hear your voice rlly (lil simp frfr)

-you babysit Karl when he’s REALLY BUSYYYY he trusts you <33

-writes letters sometimes. You two have phones and stuff, but he sometimes likes the feeling of paper and ink all dedicated to you. So he writes traditional letters instead of texts sometimes (he mainly does this for anniversaries or any special events)

-When y’all are about to have.. spichyyyy time, YOU GUYS HAVE TO HAVE TO HAVE TO make sure that Karl doesn’t walk in. So y’all lock everything and make sure that Karl is in a whole separate FAR AWAY room from where y’all are, cause I have to say it, POE IS A LOUD MOANER

That brings us to smut hcs!

-He’s an automatic sub/bottom

-whimpers a lot, especially if you’re edging him FOR SOME REASON HE LOVES IT THOUGH

-He loves being at your mercy, he wants you to use him.

-Don’t deny that this man would be into wearing collars. HE WILL LITERALLY BUY ONE THAT SAYS “(Name’s)” (yk like you own him) ofc out of the bedroom you feel bad, but he likes being yours so uh.. yeah!

-give this guy a blowjob HE’LL DIEEE, of arousal of course.~~

-I’m scared but this guy has some junk, bc you know that all tall, shy, introverted men in these kinds of shows have BIG THONG-ALONG so he be packin’

-Loves hair tugging, but be gentle, he’s sensitive <33

-being sensitive, he’s also easy to arouse and satisfy.

-he’s a bit of a k!nky btch. Not as k!nky as Dazai tho but that’s a whole different can of worms.

-aftercare game isn’t bad. He pampers you with affection.

APOLOGIES IF THE SMUT SECTION WAS CRINGYY (I’m not used to writing stuff like that but I hope you at least enjoy) 😭

[7k9sinthee]

Random headcanons;

⌑ Nsfw/Sfw?: SFW

⌑ Reader?: No

⌑ Genre?: Fluff, headcanons

⌑ Editted?: in the process...

Characters: Romeo, Juliet, Tybalt, Benvolio

ㄨ Romeo

⁺ Although extremely stupid- as exhibited from his irrational behavior, I believe he actually learns quite quickly.

⁺ When he was dancing at the Capulet part (1968 film), he learned quickly how to dance, although a bit poorly.

⁺ Anyways, he'd be the type to mess up a bit, glance over to someone else doing the same thing and then copy off from them.

Has probably tripped once or twice and always snaps his head back to blame someone for tripping. (Tybalt has been there once or twice...)

Secret handshakes with Mercutio and Benvolio- sometimes making one that requires all three present at once.

Everytime he's scolded his brain just. Flatlines. He literally doesn't take anything in. (Although a lesson not to do whatever got him in trouble in the first place.)

Plucks flowers from gardens to gift to Mercutio/Benvolio as a joke- more seriously to Juliet (..or yourself, if you'd like).

Every time he writes letters to specifically his friends, he adds a small " ! " to his signature.

Has so many inside jokes..

If he were to fall/trip, he'd fall right on his face. I don't make the rules. (I do)

When Romeo is happy, he always has a little pep in his step- like he's all giddy and happy.

Scratches his head when he's confused.

Seems like the type to be writing something and then accidentally misspell the easiest word ever.

Has a habit of just dozing off, leaving a lot of his friends confused

Sneaks out a bit, not a lot like Mercutio may but a reasonable amount to either meet up with friends or just for himself.

Writes horrible poetry that Benvolio and Mercutio support.

Definitely is the type to have a bedtime and tell his friends, "I can not come, as the moon rests high in the sky and beckons for me to sleep!"

Sneezes like a little girl imo

He definitely has a goofy, silly little smile.

Juliet

I just know she smells like flowers every day- how she does it? Remains a mystery..

So many little jokes with Nurse that no one else would know about.

Doesn't openly call Nurse "mom" but she enjoys to refer to Nurse as she would a mother rather than her biological mother.

Also kind of clumsy, she couldn't carry a bucket full of only water to save her.. (💔)

Actually sometimes indulges in reading poems time to time.

Very, very much the type to pick a flower and smell it.

Loves to pick up flowers, pedals, feathers, etc.

Probably has a collection of dried up flowers gifted to her over time.

Juliet really enjoys incorporating little cute things in her outfits!

Views Tybalt as an older brother rather than her father's cousin.

Makes references to things only Nurse knows so it leaves everyone else much confused- and on rare occasions Tybalt might get it, too.

Picks up her dress when she runs, like a princess.

Definitely the type to be like, "Excuse me. Mind your manners..." whenever she hears someone curse.

Whenever she sees Romeo, she faces fully towards him and holds her hands out - and he comes to pick her up and spin her like a little ballerina !!

Has attempted to draw/paint multiple times before, and whenever done- Lord Capulet always hangs it up with much pride no matter if it looks "funky."

Tybalt

"Grab me my rapier"

Definitely the type to take great pride in his swords

Actually, seems like the type to keep a GIANT sword collection.

He's definitely the type to overhear conversions in secret but then give the fattest side eyes/disgusting glares.

Tybalt 100% has his lips sealed with any secret. Never could get anything out of him.

Juliet actually hides behind Tybalt quite often (not usually physically), and Tybalt isn't afraid to defend his younger sister.

Also, 100% defends Nurse, or rather any woman in his life. He's most definitely a woman's boy.

Has the most sly grin you'll ever see in your life.

His deep voice actually very often scares people, so depending on who he's talking to; he'll either lower his volume and attempt to speak softer or keep speaking in much confidence.

He'll soften his voice for the nicer, quieter folk and speak loudly for the annoying and cocky guys.

Little bitty scars all over him from him attempting to perfect his sword fighting skills.

Very often flaunts off and attempts to look flashy and show-offish.

Even though he's old enough and pretty mature, he'll never ever consider drinking or smoking. He believes it's far too disgusting for himself.

Although Nurse isn't Tybalts true mother- Tybalt will have moments where "momma Nurse" slip out.

Actually kinda enjoys keeping things neat in order - in his room at least, outside, he doesn't mind getting a little messy.

On that topic... Tybalt very often helps out Nurse with chores and such, but no one really notices because he doesn't want to be seen like that (question mark)

The definition of wet soggy cat

Other than that- he just is overall very sweet and polite.

Benvolio

Definitely the type to write little poems or works of literature but always puts it to the side to "continue later"-

He never finishes them and usually Romeo would come by and read those works out to Benvolio as a way to just tease.

Has very, very specific humor- he only really laughs at inside jokes.

Of course, he'll have a nice laugh at a funny joke but, inside jokes are what really get him.

The type to accidentally snicker at the wrong moment and have to excuse himself. (😭)

Though this would only be around friends, he most definitely can control himself from laughing around Lord Montague and such.

Very polite fellow

Seems like the type to like cross his hands when sitting down and he sits down very politely and tightly-

He doesn't want to take up much space on benches anyways.

If he was a cat, he'd be that one cat with an apple that just sits there all polite getting pet by a giant wooden spoon.

Very gentle with everything and everyone. Either physically, emotionally, or verbally-

Despite being extremely polite, he is the one that has the best insults ("thee mother looks like a yellow belly, tavern hopping maniac, it's no surprise thou looks alike!", also said in the most polite way possible)

Has a nice, gentle voice. Slightly accented, though, unlike many.

The hat he usually wears - the one seen in act 1 (1968 film) - is one from long ago.

It was gifted to him, and he constantly wore it when he was a teen-ish, but it was a bit too big, so it'd cover quite a bit of his face.

Longer hair >>>

Somehow, has extremely beautiful, long lashes.

He strangely enough seems like the one to get hurt least often, but when he does, it's like the worst thing to ever happen. (Que Benvolio accidentally falling out a window)

Picks up little branches and sticks to collect randomly ?? He doesn't really do anything with them. The sticks either end up getting thrown out or forgotten about.

The type to be writing something and then accidentally slip up and create a massive mark in the middle of the paper without a way to hide it.

Has maybe fallen out a window before ?

Benvolio has so many unnecessary items laying around in his home

He has a collection of beads/rocks of sorts- all very polished and shiny.

Just a friendly reminder that these are all headcanons 🫶

[evermoresversion]

dating corbyn besson would include.

TW: Suggestive content.

First of all, his love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation and quality time.

He always asks you to paint his nails or if you do your own on acrylics he will want the same design in gelish.

He always wants to combine everything with you.

Whether it's clothes, nail art, accessories, whatever.

Lots of gifts, whether they are small details or letters that he make by hand.

There was one time when he wrote you a little poem on a napkin when you were on a date night.

When he writes songs you are the first one he shows them to.

Loves you too much.

He dedicates songs to you.

Anything, gift or whatever you give him, he keeps in a box that he has in his apartment.

When you no longer want to walk, he carries you on his back.

He lets you dye his hair.

He definitely uses your boobs as his personal pillow after a long day.

He adores, no, he loves you stroking his hair when you're both about to sleep.

You accompany him with the boys to record in the studio.

You are Daniel's best friend.

Him making pranks to you and you getting upset because of it.

When someone in an interview mentions you, he immediately start smiling.

Him being a great simp for you.

The boys teasing him about it.

All the parts that he plays in love songs and he has to write, he does it with you in mind.

Faithful believer that both are made for each other and will never end.

He is capable of telling you that he is pregnant if you ever think about breaking up with him.

With his antics you never get bored.

He always insists that both of you should sleep together.

Or he also insists that you should shower together to "save water".

Which brings us to shower sex if you accept his proposal.

But if you don't accept, he'll pout and cling to you like a flea and look at you with pleading eyes for you to accept.

When the two of you are together in a crowded place, he keeps you next to him or within his line of sight so he doesn't lose you.

He lets you do your makeup or skincare routine on him.

He steals food from your plate.

He would adopt a puppy to be your son.

Night talks about what your future together would be like.

He is excited to talk about what your ideal wedding of both would be like.

He always tries to get you to accompany him on all his tours.

But when you can't or you have something to do, you always receive him at the airport.

After each concert you wait for him backstage, when he sees you he hugs you strongly grateful for having you in his life to share his achievements.

Lots of kisses on the forehead.

Quickies between rehearsals or sound check.

The boys know what you do when you both disappear together.

The fans adore you and accept you as their boy's girl.

Beautiful edits of both on TikTok.

Your social media of both are full of your relationship.

Ashley, his sister, adores you.

And also all his family.

Whenever they have a family reunion or travel, his mother asks Corbyn to invite you.

Ashley having a fanpage about your relationship with her brother.

And she has also proclaimed herself as the president of the fan club of your relationship.

Him acting like a little kid around you.

You are definitely the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

Make your requests.

[rinsuniverse]

Hi lovely💜 how are you? I wish you're having an amazing day and I seriously hope you're taking care💜 Please eat and hydrate sweetie

So I wanna ask something, I'm someone who it's not good at saying "I love you" but I'd show love more writing poetry or cute little notes, and when it comes to physical touch I'm use to just stroke hair and caress fingers/hand

And I'm curious how do you think Woozi would react to a s/o who shows love with subtle and light ways, that would give him little notes/poems or would show through slightly and soft touches

- 💜

more than words with woozi! ✧˖°.

omg, hi again, 💜! i'm doing great, thanks! i hope you're taking good care of yourself, too 💜

this request makes a lot of sense to me! i personally show my love through gift giving (personal letters and drawings and other small gifts) rather than saying it up front all the time

and i feel like woozi would be the same! he's the type to say "you too" after you say "i love you," and not because he doesn't love you, but because he thinks that phrase doesn't mean so much

so for this scenario, you're feeling extra lovey!

you're in his studio, adoring how hard he's working

you're sitting on his couch with your shoes off, your knees pulled up to support the journal you're writing in

while he's recording guides for some songs, you sit there, writing about how beautiful his voice is, how comforting the lyrics are, and just how much you adore him in general

when you're done writing, you begin contemplating giving it to him because it's one of the works you're proud of!

you don't know how you're going to go about giving it

if you gave it to him now, he's probably thank you before setting it aside to read later (which he definitely forgets about), and you'd sit there waiting forever until he finally reads it

if you hid it somewhere for him to find at some point, what if you hid it too well and he never finds it? or what if he mistakes it as trash and throws it away?

you decide to draw some sparkles around it and fold it up, putting it to the side before pulling out some cute sticky notes

you write some small, loving notes on a few of them before peppering them around the studio without him noticing

when you sit back down, you notice he's stretching and pushing himself away from the monitor, so you take the chance to hand him the poem

"what's this?" he asks, looking at the folded paper before looking up at you with big curious eyes

"just something i wrote for you," you say, pulling a chair up to sit next to him

"you want me to read it now?"

you nod, humming

he reads it, a small smile growing on his face

"this is pretty," he says, folding it up before placing it in one of his drawers. "thank you, y/n."

"i just wrote it now when you were recording a guide."

"oh, really? you're so talented, bub."

"says you."

"don't discount yourself and your talents. you know better."

"you're right, thank you, ji."

he nods before going back to his work

you're beginning to feel sleepy in his dimly lit up studio, but you find your hand on top of his left hand that he's not using

he continues to type and do everything with his right hand even though it isn't ideal for him

you trace his fingers lightly with your fingertips, drawing shapes and writing words on his palm

he finds it more comforting than he initially expected it to be

to be honest, he loves when you do small thoughtful things like this

just having your company, not having to say anything, and receiving your love through simple touch and writing is an absolute DREAM for him

he'd prefer this over literally anything

he'd prefer this over having complex, fancy dates with you or going to parties

he loves how you don't constantly say you love him, but leave it for very special moments where literally no other words match how you feel about him

he calls it a night earlier than usual so he can bring you home and cuddle with you, falling asleep to your gentle touch

thank you so much for this request, 💜! i hope you enjoyed this (i love writing this kind of stuff, fr). feel free to request many, many more things and check on me once in awhile! have a great day!

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

[mithrilhearts]

Alright folks! I know I'm not really doing much for the AU-Gust event for FOTFICs, but when given the opportunity to finally write something for my beloved @i-did-not-mean-to, I simply HAD to! It's definitely not my usual sort of writing, but I had fun with it.

I hope you enjoy it, my friend!!

Characters: Ori x OC, Nori

Prompt: Poorly timed confessions + "Sorry I took so long"

Words: 1624

The mountain had been won, and restoration over the winter had been anything but dull, so for these quiet moments, Ori often found himself near the back of any gathering of dwarrow, even during meals if he could help it. Thankfully, ever since Bilbo had come into the company, some of the more hobbity ways of life had merged their way into the lives of the dwarrow. Perhaps that was more Thorin’s doing than anything, to help keep his new interest feeling at home, but it did give the others a fair chance at properly taking care of themselves.

At least when supplies and provisions were not something they had to scavenge for.

Sitting tucked away at the farthest end of one of the large stone tables of the feasting hall, Ori had a blank journal spread in front of him, food casually to the side, and a look of pure thought across his features. A bead sat stationary within the gutter of those blank pages he had yet to decorate with ink. The bead was immaculate, just as it was important. It was a reminder of the things he had left behind prior to this quest of Thorin’s that had now come to a close.

There were so few things that had made it all the way from Ered Luin to Erebor, and this was one of them. A small, but hardy thing, much like the dwarrowdam who had gifted it to him. Plucking the bead and rolling it between his fingers, a fond curve pulled at the corner’s of Ori’s lips, examining the design of that which was most special to him. He wondered how Lílja was doing these days. Was she still the studious dam he remembered? Or too busy breaking the hearts of many a dwarrow with an axe in hand?

Or perhaps breaking them literally.

It often made the scholarly dwarf wonder what she had seen in him, for she had been a force to be reckoned with. Smart, lovely, and fierce. Sighing to himself as he rolled that bead around once more, Ori’s lips dropped, his eyes falling closed and remembering a time that felt like so long ago…and yet, wasn’t that long ago at all.

The night before leaving Ered Luin, after many months of shy glances and careful gestures, Ori had been ready to pour his heart out. At first, he had thought of simply writing something and leaving it behind for Lílja, such as a letter or a poem, something to truly get his thoughts down, but in the end, he’d opted for verbally stumbling his way through a proper confession of his admiration. 

Much to his surprise, while formerly forehead to forehead with the lovely dam he missed, Ori’s feelings had been reciprocated with the bead that was currently being rolled between his fingers.

A clap against the back of his shoulder sent the dwarf nearly jumping out of his skin.

“Thinking about your beaut, again, little brother?” Nori teased, fully thrilled to have caught Ori off guard as the younger dwarf fumbled with that bead, clutching it to his chest. “You could always write to her, you know.”

“The ravens have been working hard to deliver far more important things from our king to his sister, I would hate to overwork them…” Ori sighed, not bothering to shrug the arm that was suddenly slung over his arm as he relaxed, his eyes falling upon the bead in his palm once more. “I do miss her though.”

“Anyone with eyes can see that. Even Bilbo’s caught on!” Nori teased, reaching a hand over and playfully tweaking Ori's cheek, and finally getting a swat in his direction. “I have faith that you’ll get to see your dwarrowdam sooner rather than later.”

“Much as I would love that, I can’t help but believe that Lílja will be upset with me for leaving her like I did,” Ori lamented with a roll of his eyes before they settled on the king and consort-to-be that looked so dopey and enamored, reminding him of the doe eyes he’d been teased about making at Lí. “Did we look like that?”

“Even more sickeningly sappy, I promise.”

Trust in Nori to be honest, anyway. Ori took the words with grace though as he felt a smile pull at his lips, offering a grateful nod towards his older brother. “Perhaps I’ll have to come up with something more romantic if she ever speaks to me again after that poorly timed confession. Perhaps a bead of my own? Or a poem…”

“Or one of the thousands of sketches you’ve done of her since we left. I’m sure she’d keel over just knowing she’s not left your mind since we hit the road.” Squeezing Ori a bit in that shoulder-slung grip. “She’s a fine dam, you know.”

“She is!” Ori’s voice rose an octave, agreeing excitedly and quickly. “She’s fierce, and smart, and her beard…” The longing sigh could have blown the entire mountain away if it had just a little bit more force.

Hearing the quick scraping of boots against stone, Ori perked up to notice Thorin racing beyond his table, Bilbo at his heels and mentioning something about the first caravans from Ered Luin. Sharing a glance with Nori, Ori was quickly on his own feet as other dwarrow were also trickling their way to the main gate to welcome the first of those from the Blue Mountains. “You don’t think…?”

“Let’s go get your dam,” Nori urged, pushing Ori along.

Waiting anxiously, Ori bounced from foot to foot, a bead still clasped in his hand while a journal was long forgotten back in the feasting hall. His eyes were constantly moving, recognizing most faces, but none stuck out to him as important as the one he wanted to see. While watching Thorin embrace his sister, and how she eagerly was greeting Bilbo, it only produced a small smirk of amusement, but his attention continuously moved from dwarf to dwarf. 

Whatever small surge of hope had flooded Ori’s chest began to wither away, right up until the point where he heard his name ringing loudly like a gong, It felt like the world had slowed as a particular dwarrowdam emerged from the caravan crowd with a very unimpressed look to her face as her eyes met his. It felt like being caught in the grip of trolls, that gaze, and Ori almost wished he’d stayed behind with his journal and his memories.

“She looks mad,” Nori whispered from behind in his ear, keeping the younger dwarf from tucking tail.

“Thank you for pointing that out,” Ori hissed, already aware of that fact as the dam in question was stomping his way. Furious as she looked, the warmth that bubbled about in his heart couldn’t be helped. She looked just as lovely as he remembered. The way her beard moved as she did, and the little glimpses of those heavily pierced ears, and the tattoos! He’d take an angry Lílja any day, over no Lílja at all.

“Best of luck, little brother,” Nori teased before retreating back a few steps, eager to watch from afar as the dark haired dam got within reach. All he hoped was that Ori didn’t stumble over his words again.

Bracing himself as Lílja stormed her way over, Ori forced a smile to his lips, shy as it was. “Hi Lí,” he barely stammered at least, his fingers locking together as he half expected for an axe to land in his skull, or a fist to clock his jaw.

“Hi? That’s all you have to say?” Lílja huffed as she took those last few steps and her arms moved, though not in the way anyone expected considering her stomping display across the stone. Instead, her hands moved to cup the sides of Ori’s face gently. “I’m sorry I took so long…” she murmured. 

Reaching up to clasp around Lílja’s wrists, one hand awkwardly while hanging onto a bead, Ori felt his heart flutter, practically soaring to the heavens as his grin widened. “What do you mean? I’m the one who left—”

“And to say you were simply leaving for the Shire!” Lí snorted, “but…I’m sorry I took so long in getting here so that I could tell you to never do that again. Or at least take me with you! Our foolhardy king could have likely used a bit of sense among his company!”

Ori couldn’t help but laugh, flashing a glance over towards Thorin, Bilbo, and Lady Dis. “We had a bit of unexpected sense join our company, but I’m certain having you along would have spared us many headaches.”

“The Hobbit, over there?”

“Our burglar,” Ori winced as he watched Dis’ skull crash into Bilbo’s, and Thorin practically fell over in worry at the gesture.  “And the future Consort Under the Mountain, should he survive Thorin’s sister. You will love him just as we do,” 

“I can’t wait to meet him then, but until then, tell me all about this quest, for I have missed you dearly.” Lílja was quick to bonk her forehead far gentler against Ori’s before latching onto his arm, ready to be escorted deeper into the mountain and get a full retelling of the Quest for Erebor, now that seeing the victory had calmed her once worried heart.

“Of course, amrâlimê. I have a whole journal to show you!”

Typical Ori, and the truth of it was, seeing him alive and well had calmed her, not Erebor, not the king’s success, but Ori, and she wasn’t planning on letting him out of her grasp anytime soon—come dragonfire or high water.

[snappit-the-snek]

Messenger Arrows

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Word Count: 1.0k

Warnings: none

Genre: Fluff/Crack

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character: Rook Hunt

Headcannon: If someone was dating Rook, they would have to be on edge a lot because he has a habit of firing arrows at them, with either poems or small notes attached. It's a nice gesture, but it's a bit nerve-wracking to have an arrow whiz an inch away from your nose and stick into the wall. Thank the sevens he has good aim.

A/N: I apologize in advance my fancy letter writing isn't the best, but I tried. 😅

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*whizzzzzZZZZZZZZZ THUNK*

Ah yes, the usual afternoon arrow, perfectly on time, stuck in the wall, and of course only flew around two centimeters away from Ace's nose.

"GEEZUS!" He yelped, taking a step away from the arrow and holding a hand in front of his face defensively. "AGAIN!?"

"Ace this happens every single afternoon." You said, rolling your eyes as you went to dislodge the arrow from the wall. Ace did his own rolling of eyes right back, lowering his hand once confirming a second thin, scarily well aimed missile wasn't going to take his nose out permanently.

"I know, but why does he have to nick my nose everytime he does it!" He said exasperated, sending a glare towards the spot where Rook definitely was not residing. "It's as if he's doing it on purpose, WHICH HE PROBABLY IS!" The arrow came out of the wall after a good minute of tugging, impressing you and simultaneously scaring your friend further with the sheer amount of force the arrow must have been fired with. Tiny missile indeed.

As usual a pristine white envelope was tied to the arrow, its secrets sealed by red wax with a feather stamping. The envelope itself had been attached to the arrow with a purple ribbon, now fluttering loosely in the light breeze that blew into the hallway from the open windows. You flipped the envelope in your hands a few times, admiring the elegant cursive writing on the the front of it: For my little trickster.

"Oh my seven it's a letter not a forbidden scroll of curses just open the thing!" Ace grumbled, tapping his foot with the impatience of Leona himself. Cue eye roll part 2.

After perching thyself on the windowsill so the hallway wouldn't be blocked, you set the arrow to your side so you could return it to Rook when you...no when he 'coincidentally' ran into you again. Breaking the wax seal carefully you opened the letter, sliding the thin paper out while simultaneously ignoring the nosy first year trying to read the letter over your shoulder.

"Ace I swear to Tsunotaro I will sacrifice you to Riddle if you don't stop snooping." You hissed, shoving his face away with your free hand.

"It's not snooping, it's intel gathering-" He snapped his mouth shut once he noticed the serious look on your face. That morning he had accidentally turned a rose bush purple while trying to magic them to red. The blame had managed to be shifted to another unfortunate underclassman but you had witnessed the screw up before he could figure out how to 'fix' it. Turns out having blackmail is fairly effective in getting pesky first years to scooch three feet to the left.

With the angry Ace now standing far enough away to not be able to snoop, you turned your gaze down to read the letter in your hands:

My Darling Trickster,

Another sun has risen over the distant horizon, a new day had begun from it's appearance, bathing the land in it's radiant glow. And yet it fails to shine as brightly as you. How could it? Your beauty shines so brightly it puts the stars to shame! Let us enjoy this new day together until the moon slips into the sky and sends us to slumber once again. I will wait patiently for you in the thicket of roses, we shall make this day a good one.

Yours Truly, Rook Hunt

Well, it looks like you had a date that afternoon.

"It's the sappiness for me-"

Ace got slapped with the envelope.

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Okay, the message arrows were cool as an afternoon thing, not so much a 'wake-up-and-nearly-get-slammed-with-a-close-flying-arrow.' It was especially nerve wracking to see a wooden shaft around an inch away from the tip of your nose, still slightly trembling from its impact into the wooden walls of Ramshackle Dorm. It was as if the arrow had struck any hint of sleepiness you had, killing it in a single hit.Grim had been equally shocked by the sudden attack, having jumped from his perch on the bed and skittering away to protect his tuna stash. The traitor.

Carefully reaching upwards, you pulled the arrow out of the wall easily. Considering how worn down the walls were already it wasn't a shock it came out easier than from the stone walls of the school hallways. Once again the arrow held a white envelope, tied on with a yellow ribbon this time but still the same scenario as last afternoon.

Sitting upright in the bed you detached the letter from the arrow, putting the ribbon in the jar you had on the nightstand. It would be a waste not to save them, they were some high quality ribbons. The arrow meanwhile got unceremoniously shoved off the bed, clattering on the floor while you opened the envelope. The letter was shorter this time, probably out of courtesy since you had only just woken up.

Good morning Monsieur Trickster!

The birds have awoken and started their songs of the day, filling the air with colorful notes and melodies. It would be a shame for you to miss such a wonderful morning. I will await by your humble abode to escort you to the school building in an hour. We shall enjoy the blissful morning together!

Yours Truly, Rook Hunt

You felt your heart flutter a bit, the sweet words of the letter brushing away the initial shookithness of the way the message made its way into the building. You took a glance at the time before slipping out of bed, striding over to the wardrobe in order to start getting ready. While you loved your boyfriend dearly, you may have to have a talk with him about his method of delivering notes.

He could still do the arrows in the afternoon don't get it wrong, but maybe in the mornings he could find a less violent way to get the messages to you. You didn't want him to stop completely though. As startling as they were you had to admit, you had grown fond of his messenger arrows.

[windbornevioletta]

Kazuha x Reader Headcanons

- A little shit

- Loves to tease his s/o

- Very mischievous

- I feel like he would be a moderate PDA person but he can be a bit shameless at times

- Protective but not in a suffocating manner

- Would probably want a family at some point purely because he doesn’t want to be alone anymore.

- His s/o and him are equals in the relationship

- If you are also a wanderer, then y’all do chores on the Alcor together. You two also collect small trinkets on your journey together.

- If you are stationary, you provide a home–a comfort for Kazuha. He has a place where he knows he will always be wanted.

- While he is away travelling, you write letters that he reads once he comes back. Kazuha, in return, gifts you the items he collected that reminded him of you while he was away.

--- A leaf, a drawing of a bird, a carving of your favorite animal, a dried flower, and a shiny rock are among your favorites.

- You catalogue the poems that Kazuha tells you, reciting your favorite ones to him as you hold him close to you.

- It never fails to make him smile

- When you are sad, Kazuha holds you close and whispers comforting words until you fall asleep with a smile on your face

o   Nevertheless, he will find out the root of your sadness and quietly handle it without you noticing

- Kazuha often gets lost in his memories of life before the Vision Hunt Decree and of what happened after.

o   You sit him down by running water (like a lake nearby) and hold his hand until he comes back to you.

o   Sometimes he will tell you about them, other times he does not. However, your unwavering support means that he comes back a bit faster each time.

- One time he wondered whether you and him would have met without the Vision Hunt Decree and he tried to imagine a life without knowing you. One without your smile, one where you didn’t welcome him home every day, one where he couldn’t kiss your hand and see your blushing face… and he couldn’t.

o   He couldn’t imagine a life without you because right then you looked at him and smiled so brightly that he decided that this life with you was the only one he ever wanted to have.

- Cooking would be a fun thing between you two. Kazuha enjoys cooking and wants every dish to be perfect, masterfully crafted. Meanwhile, his s/o goes without a recipe and cooks based on instinct (seriously like none of my families’ recipes have ever been written, like I know them by muscle memory but I cannot write the steps or ingredients down to save my life)

- Anyway y’all alternate cooking because y’all probably want to introduce each other to your favorite dishes (totally not bc Kazuha loves fish and I have never tried seafood in my life besides like fish sticks)

- Kazuha would definitely take his s/o to his hometown. After all, he wants to show them the maple trees.

- Would he want to get married? I think he would, eventually. Being raised as part of a noble clan probably instilled the importance of establishing and maintaining a lineage (i.e. his duty to his clan), but I feel like Kazuha would simply (also) want to keep his s/o close to him, He fears losing another loved one.

[kitkatscabinet]

no thoughts, head empty, just being a counselor who runs a creative writing program at camp which just so happens to be in the same building as the arts stuff abigail runs and becoming friends because of it.

the two of you start to do a ‘create trade’ where abigail gives you drawings and you gift her back some excerpts of creative writing or small poems until on the last day of camp you give her a love poem and she hands you back a portrait of you surrounded in doodles of hearts

First Abigail piece! I'm not sure how I did honestly

Genre: fluff

Word count: 725

You had been incredibly surprised when Mr Hackett had contacted you with the proposition of becoming a counsellor for the Summer Camp you had used to frequent. You weren’t entirely sure why he had wanted you but apparently, he had wanted to try and implement more creative arts into the program. You had been a little hesitant at first, you weren’t entirely sure how many kids would be interested in creative writing when they could be running around outdoors. You ended up being partially correct, wrangling most of the kids had been pretty difficult but meeting Abigail had made it worth it.

You had bonded pretty quickly, taking classes in the same building and often combining them. You had stumbled across Abi one day as she was sketching and made an offhanded comment about how much you liked it. She had in turn ripped it from her book and handed it to you much to your surprise. The next day you had handed her a short poem you had written and had watched the shock on her face melt into a big smile.

From then on, the pair of you would trade with each other, she would give you little doodles and drawings of things she thought you might like. In turn you would leave little notes, poems and stories around for her.

You had even started to create little challenges; Abi would pick the theme for your writing and you would give her a style or specific scene to draw. You had explained to your curious fellow counsellors that the pair of you were just expanding your artistic abilities. Dylan had not bought the excuse but you weren’t about to admit to him your massive crush on Abi (he definitely knew). Now whenever you sat down to do any writing all you could think about was her. The vibrant red hair that you had recently helped to re-dye, the way her face scrunched cutely in concentration when she shaded, the ways she-. Groaning in annoyance at your useless love-struck brain you flopped back on to your bunk, bringing your notebook up to cover your face.

Pulling it back you winced as you noticed the pages upon pages of love notes, poems and confessions that you had ended up scrawling out in a desperate attempt to get over it. You had thought that by writing out your feelings you could move on to your desired topic but you had just made things worse. Little did you know Abi was facing the same dilemma, her personal sketchbook was slowly becoming an album of you. Drawings of your face, smile, you interacting with the kids and any other poses where she thought you looked stunning. As her crush grew that became more and more frequent.

The second last day of camp had rolled around and you couldn’t take it anymore. Collating all the pieces of writing she’s inspired along with a new love letter you’d poured your soul into the previous day, you approached her. Taking her for a walk up to her favourite look out you inhaled deeply, before turning to face her only to find she was already staring at you, sketchbook in hand but not opened yet. Before you could speak up Abi had thrust her sketchbook into your chest, averting her gaze so you couldn’t see her flustered expression and squeaking out for you to open it.

Slowly taking it from her hands, you opened it only to be astonished at the stunning portrait of you. Looking up at Abi with widened eyes she motioned for you to keep flipping through, her nerves apparent. Turning the pages, you found your breath hitching as you found drawings upon drawings of you. The detail and time she must have put into this had tears springing to the corners of your eyes.

“This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me” you exhaled, taking a step towards Abi and lightly grabbing her hand in yours. “I, um, I have something for you too” you said with more confidence now, handing her your own notebook in turn and watching in delight as her expression changed at what she was reading.

No words needed to be exchanged as Abi threw herself into your arms the both of you giggling like the love-sick idiots you were.

Taglist: @laurakearnxy @wolfsquad @rainbows-dreams @dylanlenievy @kestisvrse @aaetherr69 @thebookbakery

[sevendeadlymorons]

Hey I saw your requests where open and I was wondering if you could do an Mc wrote a love poems for them and left them in random spots where they would find them? Maybe with the side datebles?

Thought these two went nicely together so yeah, thanks @kitsune25 and @starcub17, I love these ideas sm x

Brothers + Dateables Reaction to MC Leaving Love Letters and Gifts for Them

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Lucifer

Starts finding love letters addressed to him all over his room

Found one in his underwear drawer the once...

He’s not dense, he knew it was from you as soon as he started reading it, the vocabulary exactly the same as yours and your perfect signature sign off right at the very end

His heart could’ve melted when he also started finding heaps of chocolates and bouquets of flowers scattered with the letters

Let’s the letters and gifts continue, each one getting more creative and filled with love until he decides to go find you

When he eventually finds you, he pulls you into a tight embrace, holding you with all the pent up emotions the letters and presents had left him feeling

Doesn’t let go for a while as he enjoys the warmth of your flush cheeks pressed against his neck

Mammon

Finding letters built up all over his room was so strange to him as he picked up the first one he saw

It had glitter glued on it and a pretty red card inside with a perfectly written love letter

He begins to read it, words stuck in his throat as his heart pounds in his chest after he reads your name at the end, butterflies now forming deep in his stomach

He looks to the side to see some chocolate and a few pennies, which made him laugh as he stuffs them all in his pockets

The gifts and letters kept coming as he began to fall deeper in love until he couldn’t take it any longer; setting out to find you immediately

He soon finds you, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you in, cuddling his face into your neck and smiling giddily

He never wanted your gifts and love confessions to end as he held you tight in his arms for as long as he could

Leviathan

Finding the first letter he was straight up shocked. Who would want to give a yucky otaku like him a love letter?

Opening it up to find a little card with goldfish on it and a romantically written love letter made his cheeks burn red

This has to be a joke... but when he read your signature at the end, he had hope. Maybe it wasn’t a joke...

He smiled like a kid who’s crush confessed to him finally and frantically looked for more letters

He soon found your presents, boxes of chocolates and roses tied with a beautiful blue ribbon

He felt his knees go weak and he chuckled, soon rushing out of his room to find you and hold you tighter than he ever has before

After finding you and practically throwing himself into your embrace, he felt a few tears form in his eyes as he soon got overwhelmed, realising how much you may actually love him...

Satan

He started finding letters one day all over his room, one even pinned to his RAD uniform

Opening them, he found they were filled with little cat paws. That alone made his heart skip a beat, but after reading it, it was now thoroughly pounding in his chest

He reads it over and over again as he feels his cheeks glow red and a smile form on his lips

He looks to the side of the letters and sees a bouquet of his favourite flowers and a book he’d recently wanted

He felt so lucky to have you as he held the precious letter to his chest, keeping every single one he finds hidden somewhere in his room

After finding more and more presents, he couldn’t take it as he went looking for you, a smile still prominent on his lips

Crashes into you out of nowhere and holds you to his chest, squeezing your shoulders with the singular rose he found still in his hand, realising he never wants this love to disappear

Asmodeus

Weirdly, finding letters in his room didn’t surprise him as he’s had some fans sneak in his room before to leave them

But when he opened one up and saw it containing petals and a beautiful love letter, recognising the handwriting immediately, he just knew he had to read it

A love letter from you made his heart pound in his chest, rereading it over and over again just to feel the overwhelming feeling of love that was put into it

Right next to it was his favourite perfume and some flowers in a gorgeous gold painted box

He couldn’t contain the tears as they came flooding, rushing to you to give you a huge hug and kiss you all over that sweet face of yours

He truly couldn’t ask for someone as good as you in his life and sometimes, he loved you so more more than he loved himself

May or may not have started sending you presents and love letters back too

Beelzebub

First thing he saw in the morning was a bright Orange letter pressed to his chest

He opened it and inside was a little drawn chicken leg; a stupid food pun written right next to it that made him chuckle

He read it slowly, admiring how much love was put in to it as he began to to feel his heart thump and a sappy smile spread on his face

Then he read your name and he’d never felt as happy as he did then, holding it to his chest and smiling so wide with a bright red face

As the letters kept coming and the little gifts of roses that were actually chocolates flooded his room, the happier and more in love he became until he soon left his room to find you one morning

He pulls you into a hug; holding you like his life depends on it, squeezing you tighter every time he remembers a line from your love letter

You two stay like that for a while until you go off and share the chocolate roses you gave him

Belphegor

Seeing a letter on his side table first thing in the morning definitely caught his interest as he opens it up to find it covered in light blue clouds and stars

He begins smiling as he reads the first line, the handwriting neat and perfected, almost exactly like yours

When he reads the name at the end, he couldn’t stop blushing as he realises you wrote this for him and him only; his heart beats wildly and he places the letter on his knees so he can process the absolute sweetness that just came from the letter

He laughs to himself as he spots the little star projector from across the room, the one he always wanted, along with chocolates in the shapes of moons and more clouds

Feeling this intense love in his chest and these butterflies in his stomach was enough to force him out of bed and go to jump straight into yours

He snuggles into your bed, holding you tightly and rubbing his face into your neck lovingly, pressing you up against him and refusing to move from your side for a good hour

Diavolo

Wasn’t too sure how there were letters all over his room every single morning, but he decides to read one anyway

Picking up the first ome, he begins to read and suddenly it all makes sense as he feels his heart speed up in his chest as he finally reads your signature at the end

He’s filled with love and admiration as he picks up the next one, then the next one and keeps reading until they’re all finished

He keeps them all, along with the little presents of flowers you give him, all kept in vases around his bedroom so he can see them every single day

One letter finally made him realises how much he wanted to hold you though as he quickly made his way towards you

He grabs you and pull you into a locked hug, pressing his nose into your neck and blushing onto your skin as he feels your hands wrap around his back

Holding you there, he realised how much he really needed that hug, and how much he really needed you

Barbatos

Finding letters everywhere was odd to him because he was sure he locked the door to his room...

But also because he was just the butler. Perhaps it’s for Diavolo?

Curiosity got the best of him as he opened it and started reading, soon realising it was a love letter and the writing felt familiar

He got to the end, a smile on his face and read the name... it was yours, and he’s never blushes harder in his life, his stomach funny with feeling of love

He laughs as he notices the huge bouquet of his favourite flowers sat on the dresser, wrapped in a royal purple bow. He was overwhelmed with all this affection but went over to water the flowers a little either way

He decides to pay you a visit after a few days, knocking on your door and pulling you into a pleasant hug suddenly, loosening up when he feels your arms wrap around his waist

He never knew he needed this affection until he actually received it. He’s so thankful you’re by his side

Simeon

When he suddenly woke up to letters all over his room one morning, to say he was confused may’ve been an understatement

He opened one up, an angelic cream colour with neat cursive writing filling the sheet

He scans over it, admiring how perfectly it was written, like lots of time was put into it, and he feels so overwhelmed with love that he can’t stop himself from blushing

After reading your name at the end, that was it, his composure was lost as his face goes red and he covers his mouth, flustered and still trying to accept this was actually happening to him

He smiles deeply as he sees the beautiful white fuchsias placed next to the letter along with a small elegant teacup

He feels so happy. He rushes over to your room and knocks on the door, pulling you into his arms and stroking your hair as soon as the door opens

Brings you flowers from out in the garden sometimes with a little love poem attached to it

Solomon

Woke up to see a letter attached to his wardrobe which honestly startled him at first because how did someone get in his bedroom

But he opened it anyway, noticing it was filled with stars on a night sky, the writing delicate and neat, exactly like yours

He had a hunch it was your letter in the first place but he continued to get flustered whilst reading it anyway, feeling his lips curl up into a giddy smile

He sighs and chuckles at the display of flowers all along his dresser, each one rare and unique and as dark as the night sky, the particular type he loves

He picks one up and inspects it, feeling a smile spread across his lips again as his stomach fills with excitement and his heart fills completely with love

He brings it with him when he goes to see you soon after, meeting you and offering you the same flower graciously, then proceeding to pull you into a hug and rest his chin on your head

He’s never found anybody who’s loved him like you do; his heart couldn’t take it as he holds you tighter, smiling into your skin

I absolutely loved writing this one, thank you so much for requesting this, it made my night x

[lipstickstainz]

true lies - s. r. (7/15)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Series Summary: Spencer is furious, when you rejoin the team after a year and after you left him, when he got arrested. Little does he know, that you leaving him was the only option to ever get him out of prison

Chapter Summary: Girls night - and Spencer and you accidentally meet each other the day after.

Warnings: a little bit of angst, and fluff

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I'm sorry it took me song long, but I was really busy. I hope you like it! gif not mine.

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"Will you please pass me the can of glitter?", Penelope asks. Everyone gives her confused looks, except you. Your gaze is fixed on the pictures in front of you.

"What do you need glitter for?", JJ asks, taking a sip of her wine.

"This is supposed to be a vision board", she grins, grabbing the reddish can Emily holds out to her. She twists off the cap and sprinkles a little glitter on her hand before letting it trickle onto the glue-covered cardboard. "In my vision, my future is full of glitter. With the cruel things we have to see every day, everything should be full of glitter."

Emily has to grin, but raises her wine glass. The others do the same. "Here's to a future full of glitter." As the others toast and glasses clink together, you silently slide the pictures back and forth on your drab piece of cardboard.

It's been Penelope's idea for you girls to get together on a Saturday night to create vision boards together. It's been a week since Spencer and you spoke, and Penelope couldn't take your suffering anymore. She had tried so many times to cheer you up, but nothing had worked. Your heart was broken, your world was shattered, but Penelope can't take it. Ridiculous.

At first you were against it. In the last days you were just vegging out, your emotions as if erased, repressed and burned out. If you allowed your true feelings, you would break. You got up, went to work and went to bed at night. You weren't capable of doing more than that, because even every breath was far too exhausting.

And then, all of a sudden, the girls had shown up at your door. Their bags were filled with craft supplies, sleeping stuff, and alcohol. Penelope, not knowing what had even happened, had rounded everyone up and decided you needed cheering up. You wanted to slam the door in her face, but there was so much pain in her gaze and only then did you realize that you weren't the only one to suffer. Your friends were suffering with you and their visit was a kind attempt to get you back on track. And it started with them forcing you to shower and put on a sweater that didn't have a coffee stain on it.

"Y/N?", Tara addresses you and it takes a moment for your eyes to focus back on the piece of cardboard in front of you and you realize that you haven't put a single picture, saying, anything on it yet, while everyone else's hands are covered in glue. In your friends' faces you see confusion and pity. You look away. "You haven't picked out anything for your vision board yet."

Because I don't know what my future will look like without Spencer by my side, you reply in your mind. You don't want to pretend you can imagine a future without him when he's been a big part of it for years. And most of all, you don't want to admit it.

"What do you think of this one?", JJ asks, pushing toward you the snippet she's cut out of one of the countless magazines Penelope has brought. The words are written in thick letters. "Trust the timing of your life." Funny.

"Do you want to tell us what happened?", Penelope asks quietly, sipping her cocktail. There's already red glitter on the glass. "We can see how bad you are."

She only means well and she's also a good friend and actually you want to tell, but then it would come true. As long as you keep your conversation to yourself, you can pretend it didn't happen. You could go on as before and hope that everything will work out. But it wouldn't be the truth.

The truth is that Spencer and you would never get back together.

As you begin to tell it, all the dams break. Tears are streaming down your cheeks and you have to gasp in between as the words get stuck in your throat. No one interrupts you, they just stare at you, amazed that you are actually talking. And you don't leave out a single detail. You tell them that you were standing outside his room at night and he slammed the door in your face.That he wanted you off the team and insulted the crap out of you at Rossi's party, only to cuddle with you on JJ's couch afterwards and then call it a mistake. You tell them about the angry kiss, about your fights and reconciliations, and finally you tell them about your last night together and your conversation.

When you're done, you reach for your glass, which you haven't touched yet, and drink the wine down to the last drop.Only when the glass is empty and you put it down do you look at the others again.  Uncertainly, you look around and recognize an infinite number of questions in their faces, which they don't ask - to be honest, you wouldn't have the answers either - and mixed feelings, which you can't interpret despite your good profiling skills. But there's one thing you can recognize in every look you meet: pain. And even though they look at you with a lot of pity, you don't regret telling them about it.

If you break from it, you know the girls will put you back together.

"That's ... a lot”, Tara says first, taking a sip of her cocktail. You nod mutely.

"We always hoped you'd find each other after all”, Penelope confesses, twisting the glitter jar shut.Apparently, she's lost the desire to put more on her cardboard.

"Even though you left Spencer, we always thought it was for a reason other than you didn't love him anymore. You were the perfect couple and we just couldn't imagine it." Up until this point, JJ had been suspiciously quiet. She looks up from her cardboard. "And now you're back, and the way you're suffering right now, we can imagine it even less. So why would you say that to him? If it's not true after all?"

"That's enough, guys. We should change the subject”, Emily interjects pouring wine into your empty glass. You're infinitely grateful to her. Talking has drained you, and just thinking about Spencer hurts. Talking about it doesn't exactly make it easier to deal with it all, but the weight on your shoulders doesn't feel quite so crushing anymore.

"You still love him, don't you?" Penelope sounds hopeful. And you don't want to take away her hope, and especially you don't want to lie to your friends, but it has to be done. You promised, even swore, that the deal would stay secret, and it was already too dangerous to have told Emily then. You wouldn't risk your friends' lives.

"No, Penelope." The glimmer of hope in her eyes goes out. It's a feeling you know all too well.

"I don't want to get too close to you, Y/N”, Tara begins. "But then why do you feel so bad? If you didn't love him anymore, then you wouldn't be so heartbroken, would you?"

And you don't have an answer to that anymore.

The topic is over and will not be brought up again. At the end of the evening, your cardboard is still empty, but you feel a little better and you mentally make a note to yourself that you owe them. When the girls say goodbye the next morning after breakfast - Penelope hugs you a little longer than the others - you head out as well. Thanks to your friends, you've realized that there's nothing you can do about the situation, that you're going to have to deal with it - and definitely not alone - and that sitting lonely in your apartment waiting for a miracle to happen is not an option.

The warm sun on your skin feels good, like a hug, and you reach out to it as you walk to your favorite bookstore. There are many people out and about, walking or shopping. Countless people are sitting in the small cafes, eating and drinking and talking. You've only been back in D.C. for a few weeks and it feels like you've never been away.

Over the past year, you've been on the road a lot, not only in the States but also in Europe. In addition to work that has sent you nearly halfway around the world, you've sat in the Hamburg State Opera, eaten in the cute cafes in Bucharest, and admired the medieval old town in Lund, Sweden. You've seen and experienced so much, met new people, but nothing resembles home. And not being able to be here for a year had been incredibly difficult.

As you enter your favorite bookstore, the smell of old books rises to your nose and goosebumps spread across your warmed skin. How much you missed it. You may have been to other bookstores, but you know this one like the back of your hand. How you've missed this. You walk down the aisles, running your fingers over the various spines before stopping at a book. The cover is a faded red and somewhat damaged, with white writing that makes you want to pull it off the shelf and open it.

You are so engrossed that you don't notice how someone comes up to you and stops next to you.

"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair," the person begins to quote and you wince, but don't turn around. "Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt fort he liquid measure of your steps."

You have to swallow, put a finger between the pages to find the poem again before closing the book and turning around. "Hi."

Spencer smiles at you. "I didn't think I'd run into you here."

You pucker your lips into a thin line. "Yeah, um, I haven't been here since I got back. Wanted to see if it's changed."

Oddly enough, it doesn't feel strange to be standing in this bookstore with him, considering you'd been here almost every day before and this moment is the first time you've seen each other outside of work since you had your clarifying conversation. Nervous, though, you are. You suppress the urge to tap from one foot to the other.

"So, has it changed?" Spencer tilts his head, but doesn't avert his gaze from you.

You shake your head. "Not really. But I guess the salesgirl who had the hots for you back then doesn't work here anymore." You try to lighten the slightly tense mood with the joke, and it seems to work. Spencer laughs out loud.

"I still don't think she had a crush on me." His smile widens, and it's so infectious that you have to smile, too.

"One hundred percent”, you return, nudging him lightly with your shoulder. "It was pretty funny watching her flirt with you all the time, but you didn't go for it."

The bookstore is completely empty except for you and the clerk at the entrance. Silence surrounds you, but it is not uncomfortable despite the circumstances and the new situation. You just stand there smiling at each other until Spencer takes the book from your hand.

"Neruda writes beautifully." He flips through the book once before handing it back to you. As your fingers graze, a flash goes through you, but you try not to let it show. "Very nice poems."

You nod. "I know. Only know him through you”, you answer truthfully.

Spencer has to grin. "True." He runs a hand through his tousled hair. "He's in that book I gave you once."

"Right." You don't want your conversation to end, and you don't want to leave, but it would be best for both of you. You're not ready to be friends yet, and while your meeting doesn't feel awkward, you're not sure how to handle it. You tap the book and look at him.

"I'll go pay for that." You walk past him, but turn back to him. "It's good to see you, Reid." You use his last name on purpose, knowing full well that his first name is reserved for friends. And in your opinion, you're not ready yet.

"It's good to see you, too."

You nod to him again before leaving without turning around again. You feel his gaze on you anyway.

When you get to work the next day, there's a gift on your desk. It's wrapped in brown wrapping paper and a cord is tied around it and tied into a bow. Simple and beautiful. You set your bag down, confused, before sitting down and inspecting it.

"Who's this from?", Luke asks, walking past you to his desk. You shrug ignorantly.

"I don't know."

The gift is slightly larger than your hand, but not particularly heavy. After opening it and putting the paper in the trash can under the desk, you take a closer look at the book. It's black, and the cover features a plain white flower, with the word "poetry" engraved underneath. As you open the first section, you come across something written. You recognize Spencer's handwriting.

"And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud, was more painful than the risk it took to blossom - Anais Nin."

Your heart skips a beat and you block out the feeling spreading through you. You flip through the book and realize it is completely blank except for this poem. The pages are lined and practically screaming to be filled.

"Do you like it?", Spencer asks, sitting down across from you at his own desk. He sets his fresh cup of coffee down in front of him and you give him a friendly smile.

"It's wonderful." You blink away the tears forming in your eyes. "Thank you."

"I found it in the bookstore after you left. And I know you like to read poetry, and I thought you could write down your favorite poems in it." He takes a sip of his coffee.

"That's very sweet of you. Really, thank you, Reid."

"Spencer." A thin smile spreads across his face and you warm. "My friends call me Spencer."

next part

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[itssleepyrabbit]

hi! wow i super love your art and i don’t have enough dabihawks in my life 🥺 was wondering if you had any fic recs for them?? 💕💕

aah thank you so much!! 💕💕 💕💕

BOY IF I DO HAVE!! alright buckle up this might get long (most are fluff and SFW~ i’ll put a NSFW warning but be sure to look at tags in all of them!!)

Bed I made (lie in it with me) by  silverwordswrites

“Touya is in desperate need of a plus-one for his brother's wedding and Keigo is infinitely curious about the man who he was sure used to hate him in college.” 

-- the summary says everything and honestly it’s one of the most romatics dabihawks fics i’ve read.

On-going

He Doesn't Love Me by  Fatally

“Dabi doesn't love him. He's accepted that thorny truth, swallowed it down and let briars grow in his chest, drinking down his blood like water.Or: The one in which Hawks settles for pining for his entire life and doesn't realize Dabi's been staring at him the entire time, too.” 

-- I love pinning Hawks with a burning passion.

Completed

sweetheart, is that you? by  fuckendeavor666

“dabi and hawks say i love you (without actually saying i love you) in five different ways.“ 

-- This is my absolute fave dabihawks fic

Completed

Deck the Halls With Boughs of Folly by  DrAphra

“In which the League has acquired a new fancy mansion -with all the heating and food and plush beds they could possibly need - but they still prefer to spend the day out in the wilderness with just each other. Plus Hawks.“ 

-- Honestly all Aphra’s dabihawks fics are more than worth it but this one has a special place on my heart.

Completed

fuck, im so young - orphaned

“Todoroki Touya writes poems.

Words upon words of heartfelt confessions, letters of sing song fantasies, syllables of feelings he never got to say out loud.

When Todoroki Touya hits sixteen, he burns himself to death.

When Dabi hits twenty four-

He meets Hawks.” 

-- i don’t know how to explain but this fic it’s pretty

Completed

Feathers and Feelings by  Toboe1087

“Hawks keeps leaving feathers on his pillow, and Dabi's about had it.

(like hell he'd let anyone else have them, though)”

-- Dabi preening Hawks feathers is a blessing

Complete

(this is not a) swan song by  bittermoons

“"Who's your favorite, then?"

"Hawks." Touya doesn't miss a beat. "Definitely Hawks."

"What? Seriously? How come?"

"He has his flaws, but at the end of the day, he's trying to do good. It's something he always strives for. Dabi, on the other hand...if it weren't for Hawks, he wouldn't be a hero, that's for sure."

[Or: How a secret is revealed, and what comes afterwards.]”

-- Adorable no quirks AU with manga artist Touya and oblivious Keigo! Another author i adore pretty much all dabihawks works.

Completed

You can't trap the sky in a bottle by thyandra

“Letting Toga organize the accommodations for their trip might have been a mistake. This particular truth becomes obvious to Keigo as he opens the door of his hotel room for the first time. There, staring back at him mockingly, is a single, king-sized bed. It’s only by virtue of all the years spent perfecting his poker face around his adoptive parents, that he manages to keep his face straight. At his side, Touya clicks his tongue. “They must’ve given us the wrong key.””

--(no quirks AU) I really love they way Dabi and Hawks are written here i can’t express it in words and so so much pinning

Completed

A Tale as Old as Time by  EloFromMars, Gotcocomilk

“Dabi and Hawks are hit by the most improbable Quirk: both are yeeted in Fairytales land and have to rely on each other to get out of this.“

-- this was such a fun read omg

Completed

A Romance Written All Over Your Body by  minatsukinoamayo

//NSFW mind the tags!//

“Hawks is assigned to infiltrate the League of Villains in order to expose them. Hawks usually never fails a mission, but Keigo usually never falls in love, either.A story of how Hawks falls from grace to become a villain, because hero society has failed them all.

OR

5 times they're not in a relationship and 1 time they are.“

-- you know those fics you say “one more chapter” and it’s 3AM

Completed

it caught spark in your eyes by  youareoldfatherwilliam

//Mature - Implied Sexual Content//

“Keigo’s quirk is powerful, but sometimes it comes with unintended side effects.

Or: A 5 + 1 fic of five times the more…instinctively bird-like parts of Keigo’s quirk took over accidentally during his relationship with Dabi, and one time it happened entirely on purpose.“

-- I was screaming about this particular fic on twt the other day pls give it a read if you can it’s so so so good! Any fic that has Hawks with bird traits has a special place on my heart

Completed

The Others by  threesipsmore

//Mature - 2 sexual scenes, nothing too explicit but they’re there//

“"Skeptic's starting to think he’s more important than me,” Toga sneers, an acidic edge to her voice. “Making decisions on his own, sending out birdie without even talking to me first.”

She’d simply acquiesced to cooperating with Skeptic, but from day one the complaints had never stopped. In this tiny room layered with sushi and cakes, Dabi was forced to listen to her whining.”

-- You go birb, you get that man

Completed

Equivalent Exchange by  inexchangeforyoursoul

“Keigo blinks the blurry oblivion away from his eyes, although some part of it is oddly stubborn and to stay indefinitely. There's three things he's certain of: first, he’s alive. Second, just by looking at the bed and windows he can tell this is no villain hospital or torture room. Third: something feels wrong. Very wrong.

The silence… is deafening.

xxx

To obtain, something of equal value must be lost.

If so, what of a bird that has lost its wings?”

-- i had so many feelings reading i can’t physically explain them to you also PINK HAIR DABI PINK HAIR DABI

Completed

dabi's 5-step guide to being a better parent than endeavor by  twinkfrankenstein (orphan_account)

“A little voice inside his head whispered spitefully about how this was no place for a child, and how he was making a mistake and would only traumatize the kid, yada yada. He responded with an equally spiteful-

“Fuck off, its not like I planned to do arson today.”

(or: how Dabi becomes a good dad just to spite his own, realizes he kinda sorta maybe likes Hawks for realsies, begrudgingly admits the League cares and finally comes to terms with his protective side. Not in that order.)“

-- this legit made me laught out loud idk what else tell you

Completed

The Todoroki In-Laws by  aphrodaisyacs

“Over 10 years after the fight against the Paranormal Liberation Front, Rumi, aka the part-time hero Miruko and the proud wife of one Todoroki Fuyumi, decides it would be an awesome idea to create a groupchat with the significant others of the other Todoroki siblings.

Maybe things would be easier if its members weren’t two Pro Heroes, a former one and a rehabilitated villain, but…Honestly, where’s the fun in that?”

-- this is not dabihawks focused but it’s so funny pls

Completed

With Being Petty Comes Consequences by  CursedUndead

“"When we were saying fuck pro heroes, I didn't think you literally meant FUCK them," Tomura grumbles, kicking over an empty beer can.

"Pretty judgmental for someone fucking a pro twice their age," Touya says.

Tomura squints, and says, "Ten years is not twice my age."

Or, after spending Enji's money, Touya is forced to babysit for the number 2 hero to pay him back. Touya makes it his life's mission to fuck his new boss.”

-- this only has 4 chapters but i know it’s going to be one of my faves

On-going

The Truth series by  AmethystUnarmed

-- Hawks gets hit with a truth quirk and starts to be actually free by the power of love, friendship and a bit of crime <3

The last entry is on-going

and if we sit and count it up it's really not a lot by  sincerelysamedt

“Hawks finds a bento box in his messenger bag and almost cries.

"Is that a loving wife bento?"“

-- please PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD READ THIS ONE /sobbing noises/

Completed

steal your heart by  darlingest

//Mature//

“When infamous thief Hawks announces that he is going to steal the heart of Endeavor's son, everyone expects him to prey on Shoto Todoroki - nobody suspects Touya to be the actual target.“

-- Villain Hawks and civilian Dabi are my guilty pleasure and this one it’s so soft too i’m- djsahfdjkfhadf

Completed

darling, thank god it’s this universe we’re in (and you can annoy me as much as you please) by  juurensha

“ Todoroki Rei divorces Endeavor and moves all four of her children into a small apartment next to a boy with wings as red as the hair of her eldest son. “

-- This was one of the first dabihawks fics i ever read and, to this day, i come back to it when i feel i need the extra burst in happy feelings and check their other works too! Honestly all are such a good fucking read

Completed

[mrsbrookegillespie]

+Homework+ Luke x Fem!Reader

(Not My Gif)

Description:When Y/N’s progress report comes out it seems as though their mom isn’t happy with the letters that follow each subject. So when they have to cancel on her friends band rehearsal to do their assignments it leads to an interesting encounter with the brunette guitarist of Julie and the Phantoms.

Warning: Stress, school, bad grades, mild angst, mostly fluff. 

+Homework+

Luke is not someone to judge another for having bad grades, considering what his report cards looked like, and the fact he dropped out of high school at seventeen. But, Y/N has two more years left in school, despite her age, and frankly… She’s struggling. “What’s this?” her mother asks, showing her an email.

“Those are… My grades?” Y/N shrugs, avoiding the small letters that labeled her as dumb, and lazy.

“Y/N! You need to start getting serious about this. You’re going to flunk out!” Y/N internally winces at her mother shouting at her. “I’m very disappointed about this…”

“Well,” Y/N starts. “I’ll do it!” She bites her lip, sliding away from her desk. “Tomorrow,” she adds, looking at the time. “I promised Julie I’d watch band practice today.” Her mom gives her a blank stare.

“Y/N! We’ve been very laid back with you, you’ve never been grounded or anything, but right now I want you to stay at home, and get your missing work done.” 

“But--”

“No!” 

Her mom closes the door on the way out, leaving Y/N feeling the stress of school. She grabs her phone, clicking Julie’s contact. “Hey! Are you almost here?” Julie asks.

“I can’t make it…” Y/N breathes out.

“What?!” Julie exclaims. “But, you promised to be here today, we’re performing tomorrow, you know?” The disappointment radiates through the phone.

“I know! And I will be there for that, because that’s really important, but I just can’t make it today.” Y/N is too embarrassed to say the reason why. Julie has amazing grades, and is insanely talented, and she might be a little jealous of that, mostly because she gets to spend extra time with Luke who Y/N has heart eyes for. But, his eyes are for someone else. Julie.

“No, she’s not coming,” she answers the muffled voice in the background. “I don’t know!” she groans. “The boys wanted me to ask you if you’re okay, which are you?” 

“Yes! I’m fine, just go rehearse, even though you guys don’t really need it, I know you’ll rock tomorrow--” Y/N gets cut off by her door swinging open.

“Y/N! Homework! Now!” her mom orders.

“I’m just telling Julie I can’t make it,” Y/N argues. “I gotta go.” 

“Oh, okay, well, we all miss you over here,” she affirms.

“Yeah, I miss you all too, but we did see each other today, so… I miss the boys.” 

Julie laughs. “I’ll tell them that, especially you know who.” Y/N can sense Julie’s smirk when she speaks. 

Y/N chokes on a bit of her saliva. “Julie! I-I have to go.” She hangs up. “Why me?” she asks whatever higher power could possibly be listening to the teenage girl. 

She plops down on her desk chair.

“What to start with?” Her eyes scan her To-Do List she’s already made, it’s not as much as she thought, but it’s definitely time consuming and very boring. Some of her teachers have already reached out to her, but she chooses to ignore their offers of help. She’s scared she’ll say something they’ll find stupid, or won’t understand. 

And so she has to skip her favorite part of the day, to do Algebra, and History and Biology, and…

“So, why couldn’t she come today?” Luke asks, tuning his guitar on the couch.

“Eh, I didn’t ask her,” Julie admits. 

“Why not?” Luke gives her a pointed look, his movements faltering.

“She would’ve told me if it was that important,” she claims. She looks off, before seeing him go back to his previous state. “Luke, you've been tuning that guitar for half an hour, I think it’s good.” 

He rolls his eyes. 

“So, Y/N really can’t come today?” Reggie asks, saddened over the news. “But, she never misses a rehearsal unless it’s family, or school related.” 

Luke finally stops, setting down his guitar. “Wait,” he starts. “Didn’t progress reports come out today?” 

Everyone looks at him weirdly. “How do you know that?” Alex questions, spinning his drumstick.

“Oh--uh.” He scratches the back of his head. “When I visited Julie at school the other day, I heard something about it.” 

Julie turns his head towards him. “Are you talking about when Y/N said something about it to Flynn? A couple feet away from us? Yeah I heard her too, because I was facing her.” She crosses her arms. “I think someone has a crush,” she teases, smiling widely.

“What?!” A subtle blush paints over his cheeks. “I don’t like Y/N like that, she’s--she’s just a good friend.”

“Oh come on!” Alex joins. “It’s so obvious, don’t think I don’t notice when you stare at her.” He sends a wink to Luke.

“Or when you talk about her,” Reggie adds. “Which is all the time.” 

“Just tell her,” Julie advises. 

“Tell her?” Luke repeats, giving her a look of disbelief. “I don’t think you’ve guys noticed, but I’m dead, and she’s very much alive.” 

“So?! Everyone knows you two are completely in love with each other, so give it a shot,” Julie urges, also knowing her friend's infatuation with the guitarist.

Luke chuckles. “She doesn’t like me, she rarely talks to me, to be honest I think she hates me.” 

“You rarely talk to her,” Julie points out. “And ‘to be honest’ I think she thinks you hate her.” Luke’s posture caves hearing Julie’s words. “Are we going to get started now?” 

Everyone nods. 

Throughout practice Luke found his mind wandering back to the previous conversations the band had. A warm feeling would build in his stomach for a movement when he would think about the fact that Y/N likes him, or at least his friends think so. “Luke!” Alex shouts, snapping Luke out of his thoughts. “Practice is over,” he informs.

"It is?!” His eyes widened when an idea popped into his mind. “Well, won’t you look at that, it is over, and I completely forgot I made plans, bye!” Luke poofs out, landing in a girly room, but has a certain vibe to it.

“Luke!” Y/N shrieks, putting a hand over her heart. “What are you doing here?” she whisper-yells.

“T-the--” he snaps his fingers. “The guys wanted someone to check in on you, and Alex is hanging out with Willie, and Reggie is Reggie so… I volunteered.” He sways back and forth against his ankles. “Sooo… How are you doing?” He strolls up to her smoothly, placing an arm on the back of her chair.

“Luke… You are a terrible liar,” she asserts. “But, if you really want to know. I’m not doing too well.”

He frowns. “Why?”

“School,” she sighs. “We got our progress reports, and I’m not doing too well.” She tries to hide the paper from Luke.

“Y/N, don’t be embarrassed, I’m sure it’s not that bad.” He plucks the paper from under her arm. His reassuring smile slowly faded. “There’s… Room for improvement?” He shrugs.

“Get out,” Y/N mutters. 

Luke’s heart plummeted. “What?” 

“I said get out,” she repeats, harshly. “I get it, I’m dumb, and I’m lazy, and I don’t do my work. I get it. So, just leave.” Tears threatened to fall from her eyes. “I’m serious Luke.” Her voice cracks a little.

Guilt washed over him when he saw the effect his words take on her. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. He reaches out to hug her, but he instead goes straight through her.

Y/N doesn’t notice his attempt of this action, instead boring her eyes at the paper in front of her. “Luke, I said just go.” She rubs her forehead.

He didn’t move though, he instead started looking over the paper she hadn't touched. “Twenty-three,” he answers.

“What?” she chokes out.

“The answer, it’s twenty-three.” He looks at her, a little self-conscious. “Look, just because I didn’t have the best grades, or didn’t do work, didn’t mean I was dumb, so stop telling yourself that. We’re not so different you know.” 

She scrunches her face. “How’d you get that?” she asks. “The answer to the question.”

His eyes light up when she accepts his explanation, not asking him to leave again. “So… I just did…” 

He talks through the problem, asking Y/N if she understands when her eyes widen. He noticed she does that when she’s getting confused, or is not fully processing the words. As they go through each subject, him helping her, or giving his opinion on things. She started to find herself smiling, and having fun? “Wow,” he whispers, reading a poem. “You just wrote this?” 

She nods. “Yeah, I know, it’s not that great.” 

“No! It’s really good for something you wrote in five minutes,” he compliments, rereading the poem in his head. “Who knew you were such a romantic?” he teases.

Y/N feels her cheeks warm up. “That’s actually the first time I’ve heard that.”

“So, who’d you write it about?” he asks. He partially dreaded asking the questions. He didn’t want to picture her ever describing someone that wasn’t him in such a beautiful context. “C’mon, you can tell me, what am I going to do? Tell my ghost friends.” 

Y/N giggles. “I--uh… Someone?” It comes out more as a question.

“Name?” 

“Why you want to know so bad, huh?” she blurts, with a smirk. “Why? You jealous?” She knew he wasn’t, but the thought made her whole body catch on fire.

Luke, surprised by her sudden cockiness, sends her a smirk right back. “Well, what if I am?” 

She scoffs. “Yeah, right,” she murmurs.

He tilts his head. “What is that supposed to mean?”

She gives him a ‘really’ look. “Luke, c’mon…” She waits for him to say something like ‘you’re right, I’m joking’, or anything along those lines, but he just stares back with the same intensity she has.

“What do you want me to say?”

The question lingers in Y/N’s mind. I want you to say you like me. That’s what she wanted to tell him, that’s what she wanted to hear. “Nothing,” she mumbles. “Absolutely nothing.” 

He cracks a smile. “Just tell me!” After that he keeps repeating it over and over again.

“I want you to say you like me!” she shouts. 

His eyes widened, but he didn’t seem uncomfortable, he seemed in awe of the situation. “Why are you shouting?” Y/N’s mom asks, rushing in.

“Because I’ve gotten ten assignments turned in!” Y/N cheers trying to ignore Luke giving her a big smile, seriously, it’s scary how wide it is. 

“I like you too,” he whispers, her heart dropping. It’s like he couldn’t contain his little secret for any longer, but now it leaves Y/N impatient as her mom stares down at her on the bed. 

“That’s good! she assures. “Though it would’ve been better if you turned them in on time, but at least they’re in.” Y/N nods at her mom's backhanded compliment. “Anyways, dinners ready.” 

“Ah, yes.” Y/N shuts her laptop. “I forgot humans have to eat.” 

“Can I stay?” Luke asks.

“In my room,” she answers.

“You’re going to eat in your room?” her mom asks.

“Can you?” Luke perks up, hearing it. “Just say you want to finish your work, because you’re already in the groove, or something!” His eyes are pleading Y/N to stay with him, leaving her almost speechless.

“Y-yeah,” she stutters. “There’s a few more things I want to do before I call it a night, and I’m kind of in… ‘The Groove’,” she discreetly ridicules the boy next to her that’s invisible to her mom's eyes.

“Okay, just come down when you’re ready.” 

Y/N sighs of relief when she hears the door shut quietly. “So, you like me?” She was slightly breathless from the beautiful boy so close to her.

“Yeah,” he responds. His eyes didn’t meet hers though.

“You don’t seem sure,” she judges. 

His gaze locks with her. “I’m just nervous,” he reveals. “You make me really nervous. I thought you hated me just an hour ago, and now…”

She gapes at him. “I thought you hated me!” 

“That’s what Julie said,” he adds, pointing towards her.

Y/N jolts her body away from him. “You spoke about me with Julie?” As if she summoned her, Julie’s contact lights up her phone. “Hello,” she answers.

“Is Luke over there?” she asks. “Sorry! Hi, it’s just the boys were worried.” Y/N sneaks a glimpse towards Luke who can’t seem to take his eyes off of her, it’s like he’s trying to memorize every single part of her body. 

“He’s not, but I had a question for you.” Luke looks at Y/N confused as to why she lied. “Did you guys talk about anything earlier? He was acting weird, and you know with you being good friends with him, and us being the best of friends, I wanted to know.” 

“Oh my God!” she exclaims. “He was out of it the entire rehearsal after we told him you weren’t going to be there, and he was all worried, and concerned, it was adorable. Dude is so in love with you it’s insane. I mean even Reggie and Alex were talking about how he talks about you, and how he stares at you, and how he’s so invested in you. I’d say he’s obsessed.” 

Y/N lets out a victorious hum. “Good to know, well, I’ll let you know if I see him--oh wait, he’s right next to me, thanks for the info.” Y/N hangs up.

“She told you about rehearsal didn’t she?” He plays with the rings on his fingers, a nervous habit he picked up.

“Yep.” Y/N pops the ‘p’. “She said you’re obsessed with me.”

“Not true!” he argues. “Sort of…” He pouts. “Not in a creepy way though!” He tries to grab her hand, but it goes straight through. “This will be interesting.” 

“Yeah,” Y/N agrees. “But, we’ll get through it…” 

Luke then learned one thing about himself that night. He was touched-starved.

[charlie-pippin-faraday]

fabina h/cs?

Oh yes I was hoping someone would ask me this. Warning this got very long I have a lot of thoughts and feelings

They are so sweet it makes everyone wanna barf sometimes

In S1 some of them (Mick, Mara, Alfie, Patricia) place bets on when they're gonna get together. Mick wins

During S2 Amber tries to get them together in a multitude of different ways. She tries mistletoe, the old "trapping them in a small dark room together" trick, conspiring with Patricia and Alfie to ensure they just so ~happen~ to find themselves alone together, etc.

Throughout S3, they literally never stopped thinking about each other

After graduation, it's a really turbulent and transitionary period in Fabian's life, and he has to assess what he really wants. And he realizes he never stopped loving Nina, and he wants to be with her again

Amber actively encourages him to go after her, saying he'll regret it for the rest of his life if he doesn't

Nina realizes the past year without him has been miserable. It's been awful not having her best friend by her side to talk to and confide in and do things with, and she's missed him so much. So when he reaches out, all of her feelings come rushing back with an intensity, and she decides she doesn't want to lose him again, and they get back together. For good this time.

They go to college in America together, and Fabian ultimately moves to her hometown of Cleveland to be with her

After college they work at a museum together looking at historical stuff all day long. They get to nerd out and they work together well; it's a dream job

Nina tries her best to introduce Fabian to American culture. Some of it is a bigger culture shock than others. Nina is always incredibly amused when he doesn't get words right or he gets flustered and confused at certain customs

He's not sure how he feels about American fast food

American pie, however, is his new favorite thing. Especially Nina's gran's pies

The Fourth of July scares him. But barbecues are nice

Nina is a fan of Cleveland's baseball team. She takes him to a game, and by god is he confused. He has trouble following. The first game is a lost cause. But once Nina points out how dependent the game is on math, then he starts to get the hang of it. A little bit

American driving, however, is horrifying to Fabian. Nina's a pretty good driver, and Fabian's fairly good (if not a bit stiff and nervous) at driving in the UK, but in America it's a whole different animal. Not only are they on the other side of the road, but the drivers here are fast and aggressive. It's very scary. The ONLY reason he eventually learns to do it the American way is because he wants to be able to take Nina out and be a competent enough man to drive a car around

Speaking of cars: one summer they definitely go on a cross-country road trip, just the two of them. It's meant to bring them closer and be romantic, and it is. They love looking at all the sights together, and Fabian is amazed by the sheer diversity of landscape and how gorgeous parts of the country can be. He TRIES to split the driving 50/50, but America is just so goddam BIG, like intimidatingly huge, and he's not used to driving for that long. The driving ends up being more like 70/30 in Nina's favor, but she doesn't mind. She gives Fabian the responsibility of making a road trip playlist, and he knocks it out of the park

At home, they enjoy cozy nights by the fireside, reading and snuggling under blankets

Sweaters! They are sweater people and I enjoy the image of them snuggling together in sweaters

Handwritten letters! They write each other handwritten letters all the time, especially in the summer between season 1-2 and the period of time between graduation and Fabian making the move to America. They both keep every single letter they receive and each keep them stored in a sentimental little box

They like to frequent old/used bookstores and antique shops. Their place is filled to the brim with odd knickknacks and collectibles that they find, and they have an entire wall with shelves piled high with books

They don't need a lot of fancy stuff, and they don't care about being high-class; they don't care much about appearances, and they don't need a lot. All they care about really is being together.

They learn to get better at communication and not let anyone else's opinion about their relationship impact their relationship. They're the only ones that know what's best for them, and they take things at their own pace

Nina can get overly emotional and stressed sometimes, and Fabian's her rock. That's how it's always been, and that's how it always will be

They love to watch the discovery channel and the national geographic channel, along with netflix documentaries

They fuckin LOVE escape rooms, they use every excuse they can to go to escape rooms

Nina takes Fabian to the rock and roll hall of fame, and he's like a kid in a candy store

They are frequent patrons of their local coffee shop, to the point where all the baristas know who they are

They are very cheesy and sentimental all the time. Most everything they do is very thoughtful and has some kind of meaning

They like to write cute notes to each other and leave them around the house

It takes Fabian forever to actually propose to Nina, to the point where he gets calls from Amber just about every day asking when she's getting an engagement announcement. He just wanted to be careful and deliberate about it and make sure everything was perfect

He makes sure the proposal is simple and romantic. He sets up a candlelit dinner, the lights are low, he talks to her softly and sweetly and tells her he loves her and pops the question

Nina, surprisingly, does not cry. Fabian, however, definitely does when she says yes

He proposes with a family ring; his grandmother's ring. It's very sentimental and has a lot of history behind it, and we all know Nina loves that stuff, and the history and story makes her very emotional

He does what he should have done in S2 instead of writing a poem: he writes her a song and plays it for her on the guitar. It's her favorite thing he's ever done for her.

After the engagement they tell Amber before they tell anyone else, because she'd kill them if they didn't

They surprise her with a video call, and they don't tell her at first, but then Nina surprises her and shows off the ring, and Amber screams so loud they're convinced she's going to break glass.

Amber is even more excited than they are, she talks with them absolutely non-stop about their wedding. She even tries to take control of it at some point

Their wedding is a fairly small wedding; it takes place at an outdoor venue in the spring, at a beautiful location just outside her hometown in America. Mick is the best man and Amber is the maid of honor. Amber gives an incredibly emotional MOH speech and sobs buckets. Gran walks Nina down the aisle

Her wedding dress looks a little something like this; definitely something with long lacy sleeves

They have 3 kids, all girls

The oldest is Evelyn, named after Nina's gran. She's got dark hair, Nina's curls, Nina’s light blue eyes, and she looks like Fabian. She got Nina's courageous leadership side, she's very adventurous

The middle child is Sarah. She looks like someone legit photocopied Nina. Same hair color, same curls, same eyes, same general facial features. She got the intellectual and bookish side of both of them

The youngest is Eloise, kind of a little bit after Sarah's mother but mostly they just liked the name. Often they call her "Lou" and she definitely goes by that when she's older. She somehow got to be strawberry blonde, has less curls than her sisters, she has Fabian's blue-green eyes, and is a mix of them both when it comes to facial features. She got the part of them that liked to sneak around and break the rules; as she gets older she becomes very rebellious, and Nina jokes "are we sure this child came from me and not Patricia?"

All 3 girls are little troublemakers and they're partners in crime

At some points when the girls are a bit much Fabian gets stressed and shouts "we're outnumbered!!!!!"

Amber is their aunt and showers the girls with expensive presents all the time, especially clothes, which all of the girls LOVE. Nina and Fabian accuse her of spoiling them and she says "If I can't spoil them then what's the point of being the rich beloved aunt?"

The girls do indeed love Amber, all three of them adore her

When the girls get older they find the boxes of letters their parents wrote to each other, they think it's very sweet

Even as they get older, the two of them always set aside time to be romantic with each other

And they remain each other's best friend and confidante forever and ever

yo please feel free to keep sending me these! or asking me my opinions on stuff! this is a lot of fun!

[fandomfixationstation]

Obey Me : More Headcanons!

The Brothers get send cute love letters/ little poems! with decorative envelopes, wax seals and all! ( from Mc/reader/ S/O /ect. ) 

You may be able to convince me to do a part two for the others if you guys would want that.

(I don't think this turned out that well -)

Lucifer:

probably confused how it got mixed in with his work, or how it got slipped into his pocket or something

definitely keeps it, you know for when he needs a good ego boost every now and then. absolutely loves every little detail that was put into it. 

Id like to imagine even though he is good at looking into things and figuring things out, it takes him a little while because its not everyday Someone writes in cursive. 

its not till he starts getting more letters/poetry that he starts narrowing it down by window of opportunity. 

when mc denies that its them and they have no idea what he is talking about? he just smirks and probably says something to make them blush or that catches them off guard, maybe even something /suggestive/. 

their is also the possibility he says absolutely nothing about them at all and just keeps them nicely kept in a box for him to reread over a nice cup of coffee. 

Mammon: 

this Man? absolutely clueless about where they came from. but will brag about how THE great Mammon of course would get romantic poetry (even if its not romantic) 

probably comes up with an entire plan to catch who it is. luckily his spills this plan to them, and honestly anyone in ear shot and thus their never caught. 

if during that time Mammon stops receiving letters/poems he most certainly will be a little sad. maybe assume it was a prank.

thus making when he finds another one much more exciting. thus making him even more determined the sender of such letters/poetry. thus getting better at not spilling his plans to catch them as easily. 

If he does catch them, its probably in the act of dropping off or hiding another letter and its he is like aha, I the great mammon have caught you read handed! of course you’d want to send the me romantic letters!

honestly super embarrassed that he didn’t realize sooner but so happy it was them in the end

Leviathan: 

dies of embarrassment every time he finds a letter, I don’t make the rules.

isn’t sure if he wants to find out who the sender of the letters, he doesn’t want to scare them away. but he also really wants to know. probably goes back and forth on this a lot

Probably tries to keep it a secret from the others because he doesn’t want the others to make a big deal out of it. he also doesn’t want to be teased by them. 

probably gets a kick out of the rather interesting ways they get to him considering he isn’t out and about as much as the others and he is usually hyper aware of his surroundings. though he is probably just as confused at the different ways they get to him.

when he finally figures out who it is he is embarrassed even more, maybe a little bit grateful, will beg them not to stop sending them tbh- he might even offer to write some in return- he’d decorate them with like bubble and fish stickers. 

Satan:

he is pleasantly surprised, definitely keeps them, BUT will go full detective mode to figure out who is sending them. 

Might set up a camera to figure it out otherwise, so it probably wont take him long to figure out who it is. 

will ask why they didn’t just directly give them to him, might tease them a little bit.

He does just hand them an equally sappy and cute letter back after though. He probably has his own custom wax seal stamp and like everything. he definitely includes a like dried out flower or something in the seal. 

have fun falling in love all over again because that’s what reading it is gonna feel like at the least.

Asmodeus:

Probably not the first time for him not gonna lie, probably wont be the last. so he probably doesn’t realize their a little bit different and more special till he’s received a few of them that are similar and signed the same or something

Absolutely loves the attention to detail. probably already has a place to keep letters like these, but after he realizes the trend might get them a box of their own to have on his vanity. 

absolutely enlists the help of Satan his best friend and most trusted brother to help him find the sender of these letters, because after a while he is just dying to know which cutie is sending him such delightful letters. 

king of teasing once he finds out who, but in a very endearing please send me more of them please, kind of way.

he probably doesn’t write back as much as levi and satan but when he does it is very over the top- maybe a little long. but he really does cherish and take care of the letters and probably rereads them all the time.

Beelzebub:

honestly probably confused, might as the others if they know where they came from. the others most certainly make a bigger deal out of it then him. 

you can talk to him in private if you don’t want the others to be aware of what’s up and he’ll just tell the others nm its fine I figured it out. and just not answer any of their questions if they have any.

Keeps them under his pillow, maybe under his mattress, or beside drawer just somewhere he deems safest to keep them without fear of losing them.

Likes looking at them because they bring back very fond memories between the two of you. He's likes how simple and sweet they are and just the sight of them brings him into a better mood.

Definitely finds different ways to return the sentiment. It might be small gifts that help you continue the hobby or any other hobby. Like a fancy pen that reminds him of you.

Belphegor

Unless you are leaving them somewhere where he'll easily notice them he might not even realizes he's receiving them because he's fast asleep and didn't see it when he woke up

On the other hand if your not careful enough will absolutely catch you read handed in the act. Like will wait then just be like what are you doing without even opening his eyes

He probably won't admit it but like he does collect them and like hoard them. Like in a shoe box in the closet. He kind of cherishes them and uses them to remind him that things are necessarily as bad as he thinks it is.

Doesn't really know how to return this kind of sentiment, maybe occasionally says thank you when he gets another one but probably not as often as he thinks he should.

[cactusnymph]

matters of the heart

“Sir Caroline, I must ask your advice in an important matter.”

 “You don’t have to call me ‘Sir’ anymore, Angelo. We’ve been over this.”

 “Excuse me, Caroline. Now, this important matter—“

 “Is this about Ale? Because, and I cannot stress this enough, I do not want to hear anything about your love life, Angelo.”

 Angelo has to admit that this is not the way he had hoped the conversation to go. He feels himself deflate a little as he looks at Caroline’s disapproving face.

 “But S—Caroline, I wouldn’t know who else to ask! Usually my best friend and former rival would be my first choice, but he’s not available at the moment.”

 Caroline looks at him for a moment then sighs, lowering her head into her hands for a heartbeat before looking up at him again.

 “Fine. Just this once. Next time you can just write Damien a letter.”

 “Yes, Sir—I mean. Yes, Caroline.”

 Caroline starts massaging her temple.

 “So. Spit it out. What is it?”

 “I almost can’t believe that I am saying this—truly, I think it is the first time I understand my friend Damien. I must speak my heart—“

 “Oh, for the love of—“

 “You are married to Miss Quanyii, are you not, Caroline?”

 “Yes, I am. What does that have to do with anything?”

 “So you must be well-versed in matters of the heart! How did you court your wife? I admit, I have never attempted this before and I have no idea how to go about courting a man—“

 “And why should it be different than courting a woman, Angelo?”

 Angelo pauses for a second. It was brought to his attention many times now that the distinctions between men and women he has learned about all his life might not actually be as accurate as many people make them out to be. Truly, Caroline is the best example. And now he has met Ale and Miss Quanyii, who is sometimes not Miss Quanyii but Mr Quanyii.

 Angelo considers Caroline’s words.

 “So you’re saying I should court Ale in the exact same way I would court a woman”, he says.

 Caroline rolls her eyes.

 “I do not see how gender has anything to do with this, Angelo. The way you court a person depends on the person. Not all women care for flowers and candles and love letters. I have no idea what Ale would prefer as courting; maybe he doesn’t want to be courted at all.”

 “Like Sir Talfryn, yes. I have learned about this. You are correct, Caroline and I am glad to have asked you. I shall speak to Ale about this to make sure that I am not overstepping any boundaries! I thank you for your wisdom! Hophophophophophop.”

 *

 Angelo is not afraid of anything.

 He’s not afraid of pain or fighting or dying or even things as complicated as numbers even though he is not very good at them. But when he finds Ale sitting next to Olala, showing her how to start a campfire with her little hands, something tightens in Angelo’s chest and all he can do is stare.

 Ale is beautiful. Dark skin, long hair, big eyes and long lashes, a soft smile as he tells little Olala that she’s doing well.

 Angelo feels his stomach drop; a sensation that is very similar to falling and his heart beats so rapidly in his chest that he has trouble breathing for a moment.

 Maybe he should have rehearsed this. Maybe it would be better if little Olala was not there with Ale. Maybe he was hasty when he concluded that speaking directly to Ale would be the best course of action. A warrior’s approach. Head on. The same way he always approaches difficulties.

 Ale looks up when he notices Angelo and he flashes him a grin that makes Angelo’s insides squirm around like very lively snakes. Saints, if he starts using more metaphors for how Ale makes him feel he might turn into Damien before he knows it.

 “Hey schoolboy, what can we do for you?”

 Angelo isn’t sure why it makes him feel warm and tingly when Ale calls him ‘schoolboy’, but it absolutely does.

 He clears his throat.

 “I was about to—hm. Well.”

 Angelo wishes Damien were here so he could tell him how to find the right words for this. Damien has such a knack for language and beautiful words, while Angelo—well. Angelo has never in his life understood one poem that Damien showed to him.

 “We’re making fire, Sir Angelo! I made a small flame, all without magic! Look!”, Olala proclaims excitedly and waves at the little wisp of smoke her efforts have conjured.

 “Very good, Olala. I—uh. I must take my leave.”

 And for the first time in his life, Sir Angelo The Strong turns around and flees.

 *

 “Aw, Angelo, what is it?”

 Angelo looks up as Quanyii appears out of nowhere right beside him.

 “I am afraid that I have become a coward, Miss Quanyii”, he says as he looks down at his big hands.

 “I highly doubt that, sweetie. Is this about our beautiful vigilante boy?”, Quanyii wants to know as she scoots closer to Angelo, her colorful hair surrounding her head like a cloud.

 “Yes. I have spoken to Si—to Caroline about this and she gave me important insight on the matter of courting rituals.”

“She did?”, Quanyii asks, sounding surprised.

 “Yes. She explained that courting is not a matter of gender but of the individual’s personality. She also pointed out that Ale might have no interest in romantic relationships which I had not considered before.”

 Quanyii puts her index finger to her lips and taps them thoughtfully.

 “Yes, yes, such wisdom. But have you considered asking me about this? Romance is a magical thing after all and sweetheart, I’m a witch! Caroline doesn’t know one itsy-bitsy thing about romance, let me tell you that”, Quanyii says and pouts a little.

 Angelo raises his head.

 “So you would help me in this quest to court Ale?”, he asks. The grin that spreads on Quanyii’s face makes Angelo pause. This might not be a good idea.

 “Oh, sweetie, don’t you worry your silly little head. I will give you one tip for free because we have become such good friends during those past few weeks! I know a little secret and that is that Ale does like romance!”

 Angelo feels his face light up with a smile as relief courses through his entire body. He feels like he could do a hundred push-ups right here and now. Maybe even lift Porthos. Or the whole, fallen tree he’s sitting on.

 “Why thank you, Miss Quanyii, that is most helpful!”

 He grabs both of her hands and shakes them as Quanyii giggles.

“You are so very welcome, Angelo. For every other piece of help I’m going to require a little bit of payment. A witch has to make do, you know.”

 Angelo doesn’t really understand but he nods anyway and gets up from the fallen tree trunk.

 “I do not believe that I will need further assistance, now that the issue of romantic attraction has been resolved! Sir Angelo The Strong is back on his feet! Ha ha! Hophophophophophop.”

 “Good luck, brave knight!”, Quanyii calls after him as Angelo runs back towards the camp.

 *

 Now that Angelo knows that Ale is not generally opposed to romance the path seems clear. That is, at least until Angelo arrives back at the place where Ale and Olala made their little fire before.

 The two of them are still there, but both of them are asleep. Ale is sitting with his back against a tree, his legs spread, and Olala has curled up between his legs, her tail gently snoring. Caroline sits by the fire and sharpens her blade.

 She looks up as Angelo enters the clearing.

 “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Angelo”, she says as Angelo stares at Ale’s sleeping form. His long lashes are feathered out on his cheeks and for a second Angelo imagines to brush his fingers over Ale’s cheek and give him a kiss.

 The thought immediately sends his heart into another gallop that would make Porthos proud and Angelo swallows heavily.

 “I cannot report any ghost sightings at this point, Sir—I mean. Caroline.”

 Angelo notices how Caroline’s eyes narrow as she looks him up and down and since Caroline has stated that she has no interest to know anything about Angelo’s love life he tries very hard to respect her wishes and to not look at Ale as if he’s the most beautiful thing that Angelo has ever seen.

 Which he very definitely is.

 “Oh for fuck’s sake, sit down, you oaf”, Caroline snaps and Angelo, still as an automatic response to her authoritative voice, walks over to the fire and sits down next to her.

 “Did you talk to Quanyii?”, she wants to know.

 “Yes. She cleared up a question I had and I thought it would make things easier, but as it turns out, it did not.”

 “I wouldn’t make any deals with her, witches are fickle and cunning creatures.”

 “Babe, you’re being so mean!”

 “Oh, shut it. You know it’s true.”

 “Yes, but when you say it like that it’s mean, mean, mean!”

 Angelo watches them bicker for a while before his eyes drift back over to Ale and Olala. Ale’s hand is resting on Olala’s back and Angelo looks at it for a while. Ale’s hand is much smaller than his and Angelo wonders what it would feel like to hold it. It must be rough from all the sword-fighting, much like Angelo’s hand.

 Maybe Ale doesn’t have any interest in holding Angelo’s hand. Maybe Ale doesn’t like men.

 “What is it now, Angelo”, Caroline asks with an expression on her face that says she might regret asking.

 “I forgot to consider another important thing regarding this whole courting business”, Angelo says and looks at Caroline. Quanyii seems to have vanished into thin air—something Angelo has seen happening multiple times during those last few weeks.

 “Which is?”

 “You made me aware of the possibility of Ale being averse to romantic relationships, but I forgot to consider whether or not Ale would be opposed to romantic relationships to men. I only ever knew one man who liked another man. Lizard. Does it count as a man if it is a lizard? I certainly don’t know. My point stands, though.”

 Caroline sighs deeply and cards through her short her.

 “It seems highly unlike you to ask all these questions instead of simply acting, Angelo”, she says and looks at him with a stern gaze.

 Angelo sighs.

 “Yes, I know. I am afraid I have found my most lethal opponent yet! Matters of the heart! No monster could ever best me in combat, but my own heart is betraying me.”

 Caroline puts her blade to the side and leans forward, her elbows resting on her knees as she looks at Angelo with her piercing eyes.

 “Just talk to him. It’s that easy. No one can ever truly know another person’s heart or thoughts unless they speak them out loud.”

 “Unless you’re a witch”, comes a disembodied sing-song from somewhere above them.

 “Unless you’re a witch in which case you should stay out of people’s heads”, Caroline barks up the tree and looks back at Angelo.

 “I cannot believe that I should turn into a coward for something as simple as talking. It seems highly ridiculous.”

 Caroline shrugs.

 “Emotions are hard. And I... understand your hesitance. But you should not let your feelings rule over your rational thoughts.”

 “That is a very Caroline thing to say, Sir Caroline.”

 “Stop calling me ‘Sir’ already!”

 “Certainly, Sir Caroline.”

 “Ugh.”

 *

 “Ale, can I ask you a personal question?”

 “You can ask anything you want, schoolboy. I can decide whether or not I want to answer.”

 “Oh—yes. That is very reasonable. Thank you. Uh—“

 “Sir knight, are you alright? Did you get sunburnt? Sir Caroline says it is important to not stay outside in the sun for too long!”

 “I am not sunburnt, little Olala.”

 “Ask your question, schoolboy. Is this about gender again?”

 “Uh—no. Not—huh. I suppose it is! But not in the way you think!”

 “Well then, shoot.”

 “This is more about the genders of others, I suppose! A potential paramour, one might say! I have a friend who has a fiancée but who is also involved with a man. Lizard. Male lizard? I am not entirely certain about the lizard’s gender and I was told not to assume. Anyway. What I wanted to ask—“

 “You want to know if I like lizards?”

 “No, that’s not—“

 “I was joking, schoolboy. Calm down. You want to know what kind of people I’m attracted to.”

 “Yes.”

 “I don’t much care about gender, but it doesn’t happen often that I’m attracted to people. Either romantically or sexually.”

 “Oh.”

 “I just don’t fall in love easily. And I don’t find many people hot.”

 “Hm.”

 “Any more questions?”

 “Yes, but I am afraid they would be borderline offensive and highly invasive.”

 “Well then. Let’s keep it at that, schoolboy.”

 *

 “Sir knight, are you feeling okay?”

 “Yes, little Olala.”

 “It’s just that you are usually very loud but you have been very quiet for a while. I recently learned about heatstrokes and it sounds awful and I hope you don’t have a heatstroke, Sir knight.”

 “I don’t think I have anything of the kind, Olala.”

 Olala sits down next to Angelo. He’s leaning against Porthos who’s lying down and nibbling on some grass. Ale and Caroline are investigating something and since Angelo is not the best at clues he offered to stay behind to guard their belongings and also Olala.

 “Most adults do not like to tell children why they’re sad. But if you wanted to, I would certainly listen.”

 “That’s very kind of you, Olala. Have you ever liked someone?”

 “Of course! I like so many people!”

 “Ah, yes. Hm. And were you ever scared to tell any of these people that you like them?”

 “No, Sir knight. I grew up in the Garden of Graves and we tended to the dead and my sisters always taught me that it is important to speak your heart while the people you love are alive, for you never know when they might die and then you can’t tell them anymore.”

 “That is... very wise, Olala.”

 “Thank you, Sir knight! My sisters taught me a great many things and I am honored to pass their wisdom on to others.”

 Angelo looks down at Olala’s small form and ruffles her hair.

 “I will take it to heart!”, he promises.

 *

 “Hey, Angelo. Can I talk to you for a moment?”

 They make camp by a river and Caroline takes Olala for a bath. Angelo turns around to look at Ale, who tied his long braids into a top knot. He’s wearing a white tunic that is a little too big for him and allows Angelo a view of Ale’s collarbone.

 Angelo tries very hard not to stare because he refuses to be disrespectful any more than he already was when they first met.

 “Of course, Ale.”

 Ale looks at him. Angelo would never trust himself to read people’s behavior—that has never been his forté. But he could swear that Ale looks almost a bit nervous; something that Angelo hasn’t seen on him so far.

 “So, remember that talk we had? About how I might like lizards or not?”, Ale begins and Angelo winces a little.

 “It was poorly worded and I apologize—“

 “It’s fine, Angelo. That’s not what this is about. But... you remember what I said. About not being attracted to people often?”

 “Yes. I remember.”

 “Why did you want to know that?”

 Angelo takes a deep breath and scratches the back of his head.

 “I—uh. Well”, he starts, then doesn’t know how to continue. He remembers the talks he had with Caroline and Olala and straightens his back. Sir Angelo the Strong will not back down from a challenge. Any challenge!

 “I would like to court you, Ale.”

 Ale blinks. Once, twice, three times.

 He opens his mouth, then closes it again.

 “You—what?”

 “Courting. I would like to court you. Woo you. Win you over. In the romantic sense. But I was not sure if that was something that would make you uncomfortable, so I tried to figure out if you might be opposed against courtship. By men. Or anyone.”

 Ale takes two steps towards him and Angelo has the great need to spread his arms and pull Ale close to him, but he doesn’t. He’s asking for permission and he will not ruin this by overstepping boundaries.

 A slight chuckle pulls him back to reality and he sees Ale’s eyes twinkle, the corners of his lips turned upwards.

 “Are you asking me on a date, schoolboy?”, Ale asks. His playful smile is doing things to Angelo he can’t describe because he is not Damien. But man, he almost feels the need to write a poem about that smile. That is how badly smitten he is with this wonderful, splendid man standing in front of him.

 “I suppose so! Ale, will you allow me to take you on a date?”

 Ale takes another step and raises his hand to softly flip one finger against Angelo’s forehead.

 “I thought you’d never ask.”