#Would anyone else greet him? I'm very curious

[carrottyshark]

Happy Birthday Haruka!

I made a mini comic below too featuring my persona of the sort (SHAMELESS ADVERTISING) because it's my birthday 2 days after!

I don't know anything when it comes to speech bubbles and fonts

Actually, anything about doing comics in general

[hajimeseyo]

(part 1 here! it's not required for reading this piece, but they are connected!)

The second time you meet Izana is completely unexpected.

You hadn’t expected to see the pretty boy from the convenience store anytime soon after your first meeting; sure, he had gotten your name and you had gotten his. But besides that, there wasn’t really any way for you to find each other, and it’s not like you were the type to go around to every high school in the vicinity looking for an ‘Izana’. You just figured that you’d see him when you see him.

You definitely weren’t expecting the next time you see him to be right outside your school gates, however.

“Izana?!” The exclamation draws the boy’s attention to you, along with the attention of nearly all the students nearby. You clamp your mouth shut, face reddening at the feeling of the curious glances sent your way.

“Hey, [name].” He greets you casually, as if he didn't just completely show up out of nowhere, at the place where you least expected him to be.

“What are you doing here?” A sudden thought strikes you. “You don't…go here, do you…?”

“No. I don't go to school at all.”

A snort of laughter escapes you before you can stop it.

He sends you a sharp smirk at that, pushing himself off where he was leaning against the bars of the school gate. “I'm here to pick up a certain someone from school.”

“Oh.” Disappointment flares up inside you, but you push it down. “I see. I didn’t know you knew anyone from my school! What a coincidence.”

“...”

“...?”

You tilt your head in confusion as he stares blankly at you, gaze unreadable and unmoving. Why was he staring at you? Did you say something wrong or–

“Oh!” The realization hits you all of a sudden. Your hand flies up to point at yourself. “Did you mean me???”

He finally moves again at that, nodding his head with a wry smile on his face.

“Oh!” You feel your face heat up again. “Sorry, I don't know why I thought it was someone else.” You rub the back of your neck sheepishly. “I guess I wasn't expecting it to be me.”

He lets out a chuckle, hands smoothly swiping your school bag from your hands and slinging it over his shoulder before you can stop him. “If not you, then who?”

You roll your eyes jokingly. “I don't know, literally anybody else?”

“There's very few people that I would willingly make an effort to pick up.” He bends down slightly to your eye level, and your breath stutters a little at the sudden close up of his beautiful face. “You should consider yourself lucky.”

Recovering, you decide to play along, sending him a teasing smile. “Sure, whatever you say, pretty boy.”

His eyes narrow slightly, the corner of his lips curling upwards. “Oh? I'm ‘pretty boy’ now?”

You giggle, a little bashfully. “Can I call you that?” You ask timidly, unsure of his preference towards the nickname.

His playful expression softens into something gentle. “You can call me anything you want, [name].”

Your heart skips a beat at the soft expression on his face, eyes never leaving yours, almost as if the look was meant for you and you only.

“Now,” He straightens up, snapping you out of whatever daze he put you in. “Let’s go.” He begins walking away, your bag still in his hand, and you hurriedly chase after him.

“Wait wait wait, go where??”

“There's this café I've been wanting to go to for a while now.” He casually replies, not paying your confused look any mind. “So we're going today.”

You could feel butterflies in your stomach.

Was this…?

His way of asking you out on a date…?

You quietly study the side of his face as the two of you walk alongside each other, eyes tracing over every line and bridge of the ethereal features that had captured your attention since the first time you caught a glance. His face is relaxed, almost peaceful.

…Well, whether it was or not, you suppose it doesn't really matter at the moment.

You fake a heavy sigh, although you can't help the smile creeping onto your face. “I suppose I don't have a say in the matter now, do I?”

He grins smugly. It's surprisingly cute.

“No, not really.”

After all, time will tell.

For now, you'll just enjoy this afternoon by his side.

("Wait a minute...how did you know which school I go to?"

"..."

"I-Izana???"

"...Don't worry about it 😁."

"IZANA???")

[weird-is-life]

Can I request a Spencer Reid fic where reader is a total naive sweetheart who goes to Pilates and is always in pink and Spencer introduces her to the Bau and she just thinks the smallest details of a case are TERRIFYING and the entire team is like “how does this work” but Spencer is doting on her the whole time and they’re like “ahhh I see, savior complex”

Sorry it’s long! Feel free to change anything!!<333

Hi lovely, ty for the request! Hopefully, this is okay🥰warnings: fluff, use of pet names and y/n, mentions of going for a drink (0.6k)

It is by a pure chance, that you and Spencer meet his team. He bailed on going out to get drinks with them and instead went to pick you up from your pilates class with intent to take you out for a date night.

You walk (you are almost skipping as you go, too happy to see your Spence) hand in hand towards your apartment for you to change. Because it wouldn't be really appropriate for you to go to the restaurant in a pink working out set and especially with the pink yoga mat.

And that's when it happens, you turn around the corner and suddenly the whole team is in front of you. You would almost miss them, too focused on listening to Spencer, but he stops walking, making you avert your attention towards them.

"Oh Spence, is that your team?" you ask innocently, eyes very curious. You don't realise, that Spencer is going to be teased so much for hiding your relationship.

"Yes, it is, sweetheart," he says and he can do nothing else as the team immediately starts towards you, their eyes and mouths wide open.

"Hey guys," he greets them with a sigh.

"Well hello to you too, pretty boy," Derek says with a big smirk, "I thought, you were too tired to go out." Spencer knows he shouldn't have lied to them, but he wanted to go out with you too badly, not seeing you for a week.

"I'm sorry guys," he says, cheeks flushed pink.

"You should be," Penelope quips in and then eagerly adds," but introduce us and maybe you'll be forgiven."

Spencer sighs again, meanwhile you are smiling shyly at everybody, eyes big as you look at them.

"Everybody, this is y/n, my girlfriend," there's a loud gasp and Spencer is pretty sure, that it came from Penelope.

There's a moment of silence as Spencer's words sink in. Finally, Rossi, more mature then anyone else, sticks his hand out and introduces himself to you. Soon, the others recover and follow his lead.

"It's so nice to meet you guys, Spencer's told me so much about you. It's great to finally add the faces to your names," you tell them with a big big smile.

"It's nice to meet you too, but we would love to know about you beforehand," JJ says, looking pointedly at Spencer, to which he just rolls his eyes to.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't know how to bring it up," he explains, his hand scratching his neck.

"It's okay, we understand," Hotch, the other more mature one, assures him.

"How about you join us guys? You can tell us about how you guys met?" Penelope, the sweetheart she is, invites you for drinks.

"I don't know guys, y/n doesn't really like hearing anything about the work-"

"What? You guys will talk about the case?" you scrunch your face in distaste," I don't think we can join you then, I wouldn't be able to fall asleep for weeks." You look so scared, that it has the profilers worried for a second.

But Penelope saves the day, " no no no, don't worry. They aren't allowed to talk about it around me, I get enough nightmares from work as it is. I ,too, definitely don't want to hear any more details,"

"Really?" you ask with quiet voice, Spencer squeezes your hand in reassurance. Giving you a small smile.

"Really." There's a chorus of agreements from everybody else. To which a huge smile grows on your face, replacing the sad, scared one.

"Okay, great. I just need to go change, I live close from here. So we'll be back quickly," you say with excitement and before they can respond, you are out of there, dragging Spencer with you.

Leaving the team with confused faces and even more questions, about how does your relationship work with you being terrified to even hear a single thing about Spencer work and being like complete opposite to him.

[rowarn]

i'm curious how you think simon would go about getting into an official relationship? like maybe the girl is kinda shy or wants to ask if she's the only one or just anything like that? how to get his attention and how to keep him? ♡♡

hmmm i think simon is kind of difficult to get the attention of. he doesnt really consider relationships as a possibility in day to day life. i also dont think he'd date a fellow soldier, i just dont see him as the type to fraternize or let a relationship possibly get in the way of his job.

he's also not really the type to consider dating a civilian. so in order to get his attention, i think the easiest way to go about it is...like...forced proximity.

simon doesnt spend extended time with anyone unless forced to. his job makes him interact with lots of people, naturally. but when hes off duty and home, if he can be alone he will absolutely do everything in his power to stay that way.

i think a good way to get his attention at the start would be just...talking to him. nothing crazy, he will not engage in conversation. but nice greetings and telling him to have a nice day is a good ice breaker -- form a routine with him and make him seek that routine out when he's home.

eventually, he'll start to look forward to your little smile and wave when he sees you. maybe you both go to the same market on the same days? maybe he's your neighbor? who knows! as long as you're someone just...in the outskirts of his life. someone who isn't a threat and someone consistent and kind.

simon is...difficult. he likes routine. he dislikes spontaneity. i think he would prefer someone good, someone who doesn't challenge him or make things needlessly difficult for him. he's dealt with a lot in his life and he deserves to have it easy when given the chance. he values kindness and quiet above all else.

once you have a nice lil simon dangling on ur fish hook, its pretty easy to keep him. his eyes don't wander and theres very, very few people who would bother to try and break down his walls to get him to be with them so it's not like he seeks anyone else out.

all you have to do is be there for him, just keep being the kind thing you are and treat him with the love and respect he needs. dont pick fights and don't try to control him. simon is...a free spirit. he does what he wants, when he wants and he doesn't like a leash on him.

hes not stupid or reckless so you dont have to worry about him doing anything crazy. he would never cheat and wouldn't do anything dangerous to put himself or you in any kind of line of fire.

so to keep him, you just have to go with his flow. be patient and understanding with him and he'll show his appreciation in all the ways he knows how.

he's a gentleman. he's the quiet sort of kind that makes you weak in the knees. he does acts of service bc it makes him feel good to do nice things for you and see a smile on your face.

simon is simultaneously easy and difficult i think!! hard to get, easy to keep!

[oldworldghost]

How do you think P would react over finding out Reader likes to sing? Is a duet incoming in the walls of Hotel Krat?

P with a lover who's a singer! ☆

↳ Anon this is adorable! I'm tempted to write a fic about something along these lines at a different time, but for now have some hcs :]

➸ Pinocchio finds out you sing on one of his return trips to the hotel. His attention is first grabbed by the sound of the piano, its' notes greeting him upon his entrance, and being the artistically inclined man that P is, he naturally follows it. His attention is secondly grabbed by the faint sound of a voice, half hidden by the keys and only to be properly made out that's yours when he's standing in the doorway of the library. He makes eye contact with Antonia, who sends him a smile before turning back to you, who either hasn't noticed that he's there or simply doesn't care. He supposes it to be the former, too engrossed in what you're doing to pay attention to the outside world.

➸ He, very quickly, ends up the same. Dead glass eyes watch intently as your hands glide over the keys, something akin to life sparking in them as he listens to your voice dance with the music. Pinocchios' initial reaction is that you sound beautiful, look beautiful. Though it would be more accurate, I suppose, to say that he thinks you both look and sound incredibly human. P has never heard anyone sing outside of Vinyls, at least not for long, so being able to not only listen in person but watch as you engage in the act of something as human as music has his gears speeding up. Something in them has changed, he's sure of it.

➸ It should come as no surprise to say that Pinocchio is immensely curious about [and attracted to, in your case] things he perceives as human. This is partially due to the fact that he sees them as a goal, something to work towards and obtain, a barrier to be broken between himself and humanity as a whole. And of course this extends to music and is one of the reasons his vinyl collection is ever growing, why he always finds himself returning to the piano. It is a little hard to tell whether Ps' appreciation of art is something inherent to him or if it merely exists because he thinks it has to. In all honesty it's probably both.

➸ Now, to grow less introspective about it all, Pinocchio also just really loves listening to you sing because it's, well, you. He is undoubtably your number one fan, though he's subtle about it. Gemini is the hype man, much to the embarrassment of P and the amusement of Everyone Else. Honestly it's not even really embarrassment on Ps' part, more of an annoyed "wow I wish you would shut the fuck up!" because Gemini has the talent of being able to bring you into every conversation and you being a singer just adds more fuel to a fire that really does not need it [Pinocchio would one hundred percent do the same though if he was more, you know, talkative].

➸ One of Pinocchios' main love languages is quality time, and honestly you being a singer is perfect for that. Most of his time at the hotel is spent just sitting and listening and watching. Something about your voice makes him feel safe, as weird as that may sound. Maybe it's the affection in it when you sing for him alone, or just how intimate the atmosphere ends up being. He's not even sure if he's capable of feeling comfort, but he wouldn't change whatever's in his chest for the world.

➸ In regards to duets, I think Pinocchio would actually be rather open to the idea. Now, contrary to popular belief he can in fact speak, though he seldom ever does it without prompting. He doesn't really see the point in it if we're being honest, yes speaking is human but his voice is so flat and honestly he just doesn't have a lot to say about things. So it's fairly safe to say P has never sung before, hell he's not even sure if his voicebox can function like that, but nonetheless when you bring up the idea of a duet he's not only willing but somewhat eager about the whole thing. There's really no rhyme or reason for it either, Pinocchio just likes the idea of doing something human with someone who makes it easy to forget he's a puppet.

➸ Now Pinocchios' singing voice is actually rather nice! Though it is, of course, undeniably mechanical. There's something off about it, at times sounding like a crude mimicry of a human, a constant stiffness and roughness to it. It falls into a sort of uncanny valley, however there is also something undeniably endearing about it, something human about how much you can tell he wants to express anything in it. As for sound outside of puppetry, Ps' voice is fairly deep but retains a certain gentleness to it, a smoothness that contradicts the stiffness in a really lovely way. And yes, Pinocchio has a sense of rhythm.

➸ Pinocchio has a strong preference for keeping your duets private. The best way to do that, in his opinion, is when you're both out in the gardens dancing together. Under the stars while everyone else is inside, chest against chest and voices in sync, the gentle twirls and turns as you both slip into your own little world. If you couldn't tell how much he values your duets before, you certainly can now. Kiss him after the song is done, won't you?

[am-i-interrupting]

I'm curious what Vox's first impressions were of the Alastor's daughter, like as a kid, I mean he briefly mentions it but I kinda wanna read his reaction about learning the radio host he grew up listening to has a daughter (and if he learned before the serial killer thing was announced, did imagine scenarios of meeting the radio man and his daughter like little kids do with their imagination or teens with their daydreams).

Another inquiry is what his impressions were when he read the reader's book (obviously he read it) and if he could sense there was more to it than the words written down

OATSH Master List

To answer your second question succinctly, yes. Not to the extent that he would suspect them of anything but he would have definitely picked up on some very subtle hints of defensiveness when it came to Alastor’s killings. I think he’d probably read it as them feeling like they need justification for still caring about him despite what he did but in reality, it’s less about their own justification and more so like a “he’s not a monster. He was helping people, why can you see that?” you know?

To answer your first question, thank you for giving me a reason to write this:

A Voice on the Radio | Vox x Alastor’s Child Reader

It was a surprise when the radio switched from producing the sound of blues to voices. For the past week, nothing but blues music came from the station. A very stark change from the upbeat jazz that normally played. There had also been no speaking. Not a single soul had spoken for the last nine days.

A throat cleared. “Is this on?”

“The light,” another, much younger sounding voice said.

The fifteen year old paused eating breakfast and looked at his mother who was staring at the radio with furrowed brows. Neither voice was familiar.

“Ah, yes, right,” the first voice said with a laugh. “Good morning all, we would like to apologize for the radio silence on our part this past week. Some unexpected tragedies came our way and with them uncovered some gruesome truths.

“The dearly beloved host, Alastor, has passed. He was killed by a misfire of a hunter. A truly tragic event but with it came to light the horrific acts of the late Alastor. As you likely know if you’re a long time listener, for the past decade or so, there have been many murders that have befallen this otherwise serene part of Louisiana and it’s been confirmed to be the acts of our previous show host.

“Today, I have here with me the one person who knew him better than anyone else and can hopefully shine some light upon the situation and perhaps give some peace to the families of the victims. Alastor’s daughter—“

He looked towards the radio now. His breakfast was forgotten now. His fork barely dangled in his hand.

Not only was his mother’s (and by extension his own) favorite radio show host dead but also a murderer and he had a daughter? So much information in less than three minutes. His brain was struggling to keep up.

Even his father set down his paper to listen in.

“Why don’t you say hello to the people?”

“I’m not dignifying you with a proper greeting until you dignify me with a proper introduction. You’re doing a terrible job, Gregory,” the younger voice said.

He smiled curiously at the radio.

“I— um, I’m sorry?” the man, Gregory, said. There was only silence in reply. An awkward chuckle, “Well, my apologies then. Let me introduce the daughter of our show host—“ Gregory said your name and silently he tested it on his tongue— “Do you have anything to say to the people before we begin?”

“Yes, I would like to sincerely apologize for Gregory’s lack of bravado and charisma. I did do my best to convince them that Raymond would be better but alas,” you said.

That’s when he got it. You did sound like a younger, more feminine version of your father. Down to the tilts of the accent.

There was a longer pause and then, barely picked up and barely able to decipher, “You have your father’s creepy smile.” Louder, intended to be heard, “Why don’t we get into the questions then?”

“Yes, let’s. The less time spent listening to you, the better for everyone, hm?”

“You little— So—“ the sounds of hands clapping together— “the reports I have here suggest that you knew about the murders. Was there a reason you didn’t say anything?”

“I’ve been raised by a serial killer, Gregory. Please, take a guess,” you replied.

He couldn’t help but snort as reached for his glass. His mother shot him a look. He bowed his head down as he took a sip.

“Right, well,” Gregory cleared his throat, “did you happen to know his motivations?”

“He’s a very righteous man,” you said. “You’ve seen him when people are being disrespectful. He’s not just some ravaging animal. He’s very selective.”

“Was,” Gregory corrected. “He was very selective, you mean.”

“Was,” you repeated and he could hear you seething even through the crackle of the radio.

“Oh, heavens! Get your stuff or we’re going to be late,” his mother said.

He didn’t want to go though. He wanted to stay and listen to you on the radio. He was having fun listening to your snark.

It truly surprised him, impressed him how you were able to have such moxie so soon after tragedy. He couldn’t imagine being so quick witted so quickly.

His mother called his name and he snapped back to reality. As he headed out the door, he heard you snap back at Gregory one more time, “And would you call yourself a saint? Don’t think no one’s noticed the looks you’ve shared with Ms. Brown, as a married man, no less!”

He compressed a laugh to his chest as he followed his mother.

The next day he saw a paper with a headline related to a serial killer in Louisiana. He paid for the paper and read another interview with you.

He couldn’t help but wonder what you looked like. What would such a snarky, confident girl look like? He wanted to know. He wanted to meet you. Even in tragedy, you seemed like good company to have.

[maochira]

Can you do Reo x reader headcannons for a reader who was born into a family that’s even richer Reo’s? Like she was born with a diamond in crested spoon in her mouth lol. And she would never have to work a day in her life, she could just live off of her family’s money. She has a net worth 100 million USD for doing absolutely nothing. But enough about her being rich, now for the plot🤩

Her and reo’s parent set you up together on a date. And when Reo says he plays soccer and wants to win the World Cup, the reader is like why? Who will take of your family business? What’s so great about soccer? The reader wasn’t judging, she was just curious. Before this, Reo assumed the reader was a spoiled brat and she kinda is. All rich socialites his parents have set him up with were disgusted to even think that Reo would give up being a businessman to play soccer. But the reader? She was genuinely curious and he liked that. Maybe this marriage won’t be that bad.

Is this horrible or what😭 Is this more of an one shot or a headcannon? Idk But I think you get the concept

Hi thanks for your request!! Here's just a little reminder that I only write gn!readers with a few exceptions (here's a more detailed explanation) Also I don't feel comfortable writing about arranged marriage but I can do everything else!!

Requests open! - masterlist

gn!reader

You didn't have any other plans for tonight, but going on an arranged date with the son of the Mikage family still didn't sound that exciting to you. Your parents have always loved to set you on random dates with the children of their business partners if they're your age. And usually, that always ends up the same way. Everyone you've been on a date with so far has been way too arrogant, only saw value in money or simply had a personality you didn't get along with. So naturally, you're expecting tonight to turn out the same.

But surprisingly, even an hour into the date, there hasn't been a single uncomfortable moment. From the greeting to ordering food to having casual conversations - everything's going just right.

"So... What do you plan to do with your parents' company when you're older?" You ask, wanting to lead the conversation into a more serious territory.

But Reo's answer is the last thing you'd have expected from him.

"Oh, I don't actually want to become my father's successor. I aim to become a professional soccer player."

"Are you serious?" You blurt out, but immediately feel guilty. "Sorry, that wasn't supposed to sound as... judging as it did."

Reo doesn't seem to be bothered by this, but instead he's happy about getting to talk about soccer.

"I'm very serious!" His tone is more enthusiastic than with anything else he's said this evening so far. "My friend Nagi and I will go pro and I'll show my parents that there's more to me than becoming my father's successor."

"Do you have any specific goals for soccer?" You lean a bit more towards him. There's no one similar to Reo you've ever met, so you want to find out more about him.

"We'll win the world cup."

He doesn't even say that he wants to win, he already sounds convinced that it's going to happen. And that's what makes him so different from anyone else you've been set up on a date with. Reo is so sure of his own skills and has a goal in mind without depending on his parents' money.

And that makes you think a little more about what you'd be able to achieve without all the money that your family has.

For the rest of the date, you let Reo talk as much as he wants to. And he does talk a lot. He talks all about his goals for the future, how he even started with soccer and how he met Nagi. Every time you look into Reo's eyes, you can see a certain sparkle in them - and he's pretty sure he sees that in yours as well.

Time flies by so quickly, and before you realize how much time has passed by, it's already time to go home. Never before have you been this disappointed in a date ending.

But luckily, both Reo and you want to have a second one.

And maybe then, you'll have a goal to tell him about as well.

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[what-if-queen-camilla]

Like grandfather, like grandson - Chapter 1

First of all, I'd like to wish a very happy new year to you all! New year, new story - don't worry about Thea, we'll keep on following her journey as well, but somehow, after re-watching The Crown last week, I was inspired to something else - and I'm curious for your opinions!

What if… King George VI had not died of cancer in 1952, Princess Elizabeth had not ascended the throne only aged 25, and young Prince Charles of Edinburgh had grown up having his grandfather guiding him through the ways of the world…?

Chapter 1

23rd November, 1972

“Hello, my darling boy!”, his elderly grandfather greeted Charles affectionately as the two of them met, as they've always done ever since the young Prince could remember, on this rainy Thursday at 11.30 am at Buckingham Palace. “Hello grandpa!”, Charles replied, kissing both of his grandfather's cheeks before bowing down to him. “How are you doing? How's your cough?” As if on command, the elderly King was stricken by another, rather rough cough attack which immediately caused his caring grandson to rush to his side and help him getting seated in one of the red chairs on the dining table. “Not too bad, not too bad…”, the King tried to play down his health issues as per usual; he didn't want to raise anyone's concerns and thought he was lucky enough to have recovered from the wretched cancer all of those years ago at all. Though he'd never really got back into his old shape, he was still around and felt very humble and grateful for that. Every year - every day actually - he could spend with his family, his beloved wife and daughters and of course his darling grandson Charles, who was all his pride and joy, was a gift to him, a gift he wanted to enjoy to the full, for himself and his loved ones. He didn't want them to worry about him, he was far more interested in hearing everything his loved ones were up to, and especially the lad of course. “Mama has asked me to forward her and Papa’s very best wishes to you!”, Charles began, as per usual, with a little update on his parents. “Thank you!”, Bertie replied. “Where are they off to again this month…?” Travelling had become so different compared to when he and Elizabeth undertook their first joint overseas visits back in the 1930s, before the war, over the last couple of years, and the young people seemed to do everything at once, the whole Commonwealth within 10 days it seemed, and he had long lost count of the places his eldest daughter and son-in-law were visiting. He was just grateful for their sense of duty and dedication and for their popularity across all realms. “Tuvalu, grandpa.”, Charles explained giggling. “Oh, right.”, The King responded. “Is that where they worship your father as a God?”, he chuckled and Charles shook his head in amusement. “No, grandpa, that would be Vanuatu.” “Oh…”, Bertie said, just as a servant entered the room and brought them drinks.

“Anyway, tell me all of your news, my darling boy!”, the King asked after they had both been served a good glass of wine. “I'll be off to the Navy two weeks from now.”, Charles declared proudly, and his grandfather's eyes lit up immediately. Having served in the Navy himself, of course, he was beyond happy to see the son he never had following his footsteps. But somehow, he felt, there was something on the young Prince’s mind that seemed to dampen his joy. “What’s the matter, my dear?”, the sensitive King asked and gave Charles an especially reassuring and understanding glance. Charles blushed and lowered his eyes, well aware that his grandfather knew him better than anyone else and had, of course, noticed his insecurities at once. “Could it be about a certain girl…?”, Bertie asked carefully, smiling at Charles encouragingly. “Well…”, the Prince stuttered awkwardly, much to his grandfather’s amusement. “Maybe… Um, grandpa, listen, I… I wanted to ask you something…” His grandson’s unusually serious inflexion almost caused the elderly monarch to worry but the twinkle in Charles’ eyes let him know that whatever he was up to right now, it had to be something wonderful. “I… um, you might remember… Camilla Shand…”, he finally stuttered and Bertie frowned his forehead. “Shand? You mean, um… the daughter of… Baron Ashcombe?” “Granddaughter.”, Charles gently corrected him. “Oh, yes, right.” The King cleared his throat. He and Elizabeth used to meet with the young Baron back when he was the heir, and his former wife at some glamorous dinner parties hosted by Mrs Greville back in the golden twenties - back when they were still Duke and Duchess of York and though Sonia and Roland sadly divorced shortly after the war, especially Elizabeth had always stayed close with Sonia as well as her daughter Rosalind who, much to her parents’ regret had married way below her station and became Mrs Shand in 1946. Bertie himself had actually admired her for having chosen love above titles and wealth and he quite liked the lad. Bruce, if he recalled correctly, who maybe couldn’t offer what was considered an aristocratic background, had strongly and bravely defended their country during the awful war and even got imprisoned by the Germans…

Times had changed and if Bertie had learnt one thing from his almost 35 years on the throne, it was that love was stronger than convention. So the Shands, along with many other families, had been frequent guests at several fun Balmoral weekends ever since and Bertie remembered Charles and Anne playing with their two little daughters and son who’s name he sadly couldn’t recall for the moment… “Camilla…”, Charles pronounced it as if it was some kind of a prayer. “Her sister Annabel and her brother Mark.” “Oh, yes, I remember.”, Bertie said, taking a huge sip of his red wine. “And… What’s your question now, darling boy?” “Oh grandpa…”, Charles remarked, chuckling in some awkward kind of embarrassment. “You see… Camilla and I’ve been dating for a couple of months now and… I think… No, I don’t think, I know… I love her. She’s the one, grandpa. My soulmate. The one person in this world who truly understands me, who completes me… She’s warm and funny and loving and… oh, grandpa, I… I just feel like I’m flying! I’ve never felt such bliss and happiness before!”, he gushed and the pure joy in his grandson’s eyes sweetly reminded the elderly King of his own crush on the young Lady Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon who had had the very same effect on him. He had known she was the one almost at once, but it took him quite a while to convince her… It had been worth the wait though, they’d be happily married for 50 years next April and surely everybody agreed that she was the best and most devoted Queen Consort the United Kingdom had ever seen.

“Well, if that’s what you want to ask me, my darling boy…”, he began. “Then of course, you can count on my blessings! Let’s hope your Camilla won’t need as long to say ‘yes’ as your grandmother!”, he chuckled, but couldn’t even think of it any further, as his grandson excitedly jumped up and rushed over to him, hugging him affectionately. “Thank you, grandpa!”, he sobbed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” “But, Charles, darling… have you already got a ring for you girl?”, the King asked and Chalres looked at him as if he was a ghost. “A… ring… um…”, he stuttered, and  his grandfather burst into laughter. “I’ve told you, my lad!”, Bertie giggled. “You have to impress the ladies! Let’s have a look at our little treasure chamber together and find something fit for a future Queen…”

[pearlywritings]

okay but can you imagine christmas shopping with the ragnvindr family???? the twins go from store to store trying to find the best gift for everyone (of course diluc wasn't grumpy as they started looking for gifts for uncle kaeya) THEY WOULD BE SO ADOREABLE ASHAKDSG BUT im not finished- IMAGINE DILUC TAKING KIDS TO A JEWELER (reader was suspicious but decided to not say anything about it) months ago diluc ordered a special charm bracelet for his wife: four beautiful charms decorated with red gems, each one is in different style and represents a family member IM NOT OKAY RN GOODBYE

I'm so sorry it took so long. I tried really hard, but the mood for a full fic just didn't strike, though I had so many ideas... So I decided to organize those in bulleted headcannons and show how I imagine the preparation for the New Year (since I believe it'll be more accurate for Teyvat than Christmas) would go. I hope you'd still enjoy!

The holiday is right around the corner

synopsis: just the Ragnvindr family spending their time getting ready for the New Year.

pairing and characters: Diluc x fem!reader, their twin sons Rufus and Lucas, Kaeya + his family and Dawn Winery maids are mentioned

tw: pure fluff, domestic moments, mention of pregnancy

word count: 1.3k+

Family AU Masterlist

The kids are very excited to visit Mondstadt and see the fair with their own eyes. It is officially their very first properly celebrated New Year, since last year they got so excited about snow, that they overdid their time playing outside and got sick.

They are six already, which they do not forget to brag occasionally to vendors, happily giggling when the young and elderly coo at how adorable the redhaired pair is. They have hundreds ideas and thousands things to see and choose from, and the both of them are determined to find the most perfect presents for everyone: their parents, their uncle and his family, the maids back at the winery and anyone else they deem a dear person to them shall receive their considerate gifts!

Diluc keeps a close eye on them, knowing perfectly well how energetic they are, walking from store to store, glancing into every booth they take interest in and helping them with their choice and payment. There is only one rule - the four of you go anywhere together. Your husband doesn’t want splitting this year and refuses to leave your side for long, always having his arm or his whole broad body to lean into, when you get too tired. Back during your first pregnancy you learned that arguing with him is a futile case, so you simply smile and let him support you whenever he feels like you need it.

Ah, yes, you are pregnant again! So technically this is the outing of five. You can feel the curious gazes cast on you by the passersby, but pay little attention to it, fully dedicated to spending the family time.

Somewhere along the way you bump into Kaeya, who greets you with a wide grin and crouches down to let his nephews latch onto him in a tight hug. As he is kept in that position, he tells you and Diluc how despite the holiday season beginning he still has much work to do and today he is assigned to patrolling around the fair. His wife found it a perfect opportunity to join him and go shopping. Sure, the man has his route, but the major part of it lies directly through the fair so it’s a win-win scenario. You laugh when he puts on the most dramatically assured facade and declares that surely his lovely girls use his moments of absence to buy something for him. Well, you do not doubt they do, it’s just the look on his face.

As you are chatting Diluc suddenly touches your cheek and tsks disapprovingly. Under your surprised gaze he looks at Kaeya and asks him to accompany you and the boys to Angel’s Share so you could rest and warm. Despite your sons’ protest, he insists and tells Kaeya he is allowed to order any drink on the house as a reward. He himself has one more thing to wrap up.

As his brother leaves with you leaning on his arm and ushering your sons to come along, Diluc quickly walks to Marjorie's jewelry shop and disappears inside. He had to admit, Kaeya’s appearance saved him extra hassle.

The bracelet shown to him is marvelous. Silver band would wrap perfectly around your wrist, loose enough to dangle prettily, yet not as much as to slide off of your hand. The small box next to it became home to four equally beautiful silver pieces, each one representing a member of the family. Upon Lucas’ suggestion all four were made in the shape of an owl with ruby shiny eyes, yet with distinguishing features. The one with open wings and a sword tightly clasped in its claws is undoubtedly your husband. If one looks closely they would be able to see a small carved sign on its chest matching the one on yours. Rufus’ owlet look especially fluffy, resembling the elder twin's love to walk around with untied hair, with also a small pendant wrapped around his neck and Lucas’ birdie has a book in its beak and a feather stuck out of its head. When Diluc is running his gloves fingers over the small masterpieces he thinks of adding one more maybe in a year, and his heart bursts with joy and so much love for you that it's hard to hide. Marjorie could swear she’s never seen the softer look on Master Diluc’s face before.

When Diluc joins you again, Kaeya is nowhere to be seen already and you three can be found on the second floor in one of the few guest rooms being in the tavern just in case. He makes a note to himself to thank Charles when he sees food and non-alcoholic beverages on the table, as the twins munch on their respective portions. You on the other hand are resting on the bed, with your coat and boots abandoned, waving at him and prompting him to ruffle his sons’ hair and then join you.

His gaze is so warm when his big hand presses against your stomach and gently rubs, while asking if you are alright to continue after the break. You want to assure him that you can, but your babies hear the conversation. They suddenly start begging to go home, because they want to help the maids decorate, but when they say that you can come back to the city tomorrow you know that they are doing it out of concern for you. And who are you to deny their genuine help?

When the carriage stops in front of the Winery, your boys don't wait long to swing the door open and jump out into the knee-high snowbanks, sprinting to the front doors of the manor. You don't even have time to reprimand them, sighing in defeat, when Hillie opens the door to let them in and yells to you that she’ll take care of their clothes. Diluc is the next one to jump out of the carriage, pointing at the bags to the approaching servant, and then effortlessly grabbing your waist to get you out as well.

The next couple of hours you watch from your rocking chair the most epic scenes in your life. How Rufus wraps tinsel around himself and gives the ends to Lucas as the reins, the two running around like a horse and a coachman. How the baubles get stolen and the maids have to chase their young masters to either get them back, or convince the boys to put those on the fir tree on their own. Or how Rufus ignores your warning and jumps into the box full of soft wadding which is to be used as fake snow on the branches and at the bottom of the tree all the while Lucas is happily sitting next to Moko, helping her with cutting snowflakes.

You leave the room only when Adelinde peeks out of the kitchen and asks if her Lady wants to assist with gingerbread decorating. This woman always knows what you want and need, especially now, with Ru and Lu completely absorbed with decorating and Diluc busy with completing the last papers of the year. He assured you there is going to be no work during the next few days, and that’s such a great relief.

You know that tomorrow it will start all over again. First the fair - kids do not shut up about going to the square before church after one of the younger maids mentioned the sisters singing carols and offering sweets - Rufus being particularly interested in seeing the ‘badass sister Rosaria’ Callie didn’t stop talking his ear off about. Ah, yes, you'll have to send the invitations to the Alberich family soon, to see if they'd like to come over to celebrate together. And then it’s going to be the bedroom decorating, more mess and more tapping of running feet, but you know you would not trade it for anything else, making this New Year for your family as special as any other after it.

[muselin]

Drip - SKZ Hyunjin & Felix

What: very behind schedule entry for @skzseasons Hot Dom Summer. Smuttttttttt, kiddies go home. Wax play, sensation play, pre-negotiated scene, dungeon, restraints, aftercare. Reader gender not specified. Reader has a vagina.

Who: Dom!Hyunjin x sub!reader x Softdom!Felix

Word count: 4.6k

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Hyunjin fixed up the collar around your neck then leaned over and kissed the clasp.

"You ready?"

The shiver that ran through you at the sound of the click left you without words, your breath dying in your throat and you could only nod.

Hyunjin smiled and stroked under your chin like he would a kitten, your eyes meeting in the mirror and his scanning you up and down.

"You know I'm fine with non-verbals but others may need words."

"Yes..." Your voice came out barely above a whisper.

He reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours.

"Let's go."

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"You'll be very good for me tonight, won't you?"

Hyunjin's whispers in your ear made you clench your thighs together but his hand sliding in between them put a stop to it. You looked up nervously, checking whether the taxi driver could see you in the rear view.

"How embarrassing for you that I have to carry around extra pairs of panties for you since you ruin so many before I even touch you."

You could hear the smile in his whisper right by your ear. He grabbed your thigh, reminding you that it was not for you to decide what his hands had access to. Your scene had already started and you could not disobey Hyunjin without incurring a punishment. He didn't even have to say it to you. His expression hadn't changed and he hadn't said a word but the small amount of extra pressure from his fingertips made goosebumps rise over your skin.

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"Good to see you again, Hyunjin!"

"You too, nice to come out again!"

Hyunjin was being greeted enthusiastically by leather-clad hostesses and patrons as he guided you into the club. He allowed you a lot of freedom and you could go and speak to anyone you wanted, as long as they didn't get grabby with you and asked permission from Hyunjin before playing with you. Tonight, however, your mind was already so fuzzy that you simply clung to Hyunjin's arm and let the conversations, pleasantries and sounds of music and laughter just wash over you without really listening to any of it.

"Where do you want to play tonight, baby?"

Hyunjin's voice pulled you out of your blissfully nebulous state of consciousness.

"Hmm?"

"Baby?"

It took you two beats too long to meet Hyunjin's curious gaze and he realised you were swimming already. He reached over and cupped your jaw in one hand gently, keeping your focus on him, and laced the fingers of his other hand through yours. A gesture of equals.

"Shall I decide for you," he asked sweetly.

"Yeah. It's a little hard to think right now, I just want you to tell me what to do." Your voice came out weightless and airy. Hyunjin moved his fingers from your jaw to caress your cheek as a smile spread over his pretty features.

"I'll make sure you have a lot of fun tonight then."

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The drop in temperature raised goosebumps over your skin and you instinctively reached up to rub over your bare arms. Hyunjin guided you to a new part of the club you had not seen before. He led you down a set of stairs and you noted several couples already getting hot and heavy. With one of them, a male who was obviously the sub had his leash slung over a pipe in the wall, effectively half-hanging him as his dominant forced him to watch the couple next to him who were engaging in enthusiastic oral. The thought of Hyunjin hanging you by your leash like that and forcing you to watch someone else being used had strange shivers creeping over you that had nothing to do with the cold.

All too soon the chill became sharp once more as Hyunjin led you further down still and a trickle of fear started to take root in your gut. The lights were getting dimmer and dimmer, the walls more and more bare, the doors fewer, and instead of wood they were made of iron bars.

Hyunjin gave slack to your leash and let you go down the last set of steps alone. You continued to put one foot in front of the other hesitantly and when you reached the bottom, you heard the sound of a heavy metal gate shutting and a key clicking into a lock.

"Hyunjin?"

Your voice was a half-whisper as you looked up at him quizzically. The sole fluorescent light above cast harsh shadows over his face, obscuring his eyes and he ran his hand through his long hair, not giving any indication that he'd heard you.

You'd talked about this, that it would be a surprise so it would feel more real. Your safeword flashed in your mind, an impulse, but despite the unease and the unknown, you knew Hyunjin would let no harm come to you. Surely? He must know you were scared, he must know you needed some kind of sign of reassurance from him, a smile, anything. Yet he gave none and his hold on your leash became harsh, the leather creaking slightly at being pulled so taut.

"H-Hyun...."

Your pulse hammered in your throat, cutting off his name halfway. He only stood at the bottom of the stairs, two feet away from you, giving no orders, no guidance.

The noise of one of the iron gates opening to your left made you shriek and jump out of your skin.

"Hyunjin!!"

Only then did Hyunjin's face split into a smile.

Fear.

He loved your fear. He got off on it but it took so much to get him to give you a scene that incorporated it, to believe you when you said you'd be happy to do it and that you wanted to please him. You'd let him plan it out himself and asked him to keep the details a surprise, giving him your hard limits and trusting him with the rest.

A shorter, boyish male with blonde hair stepped out of the opened gate, smiling. Something about his eyes unnerved you but his aura attracted you.

"This is Felix," Hyunjin said simply, and if you weren't afraid before, what he did next made you whine pathetically and shake in your place.

Hyunjin tossed the end of your leash to Felix who immediately pulled it taut. The unfamiliar way that your collar pulled around your neck had you gripping onto it.

"Welcome to our new dungeon, lovely. Come with me," Felix said and the sound of his baritone voice had your knuckles turning white around your leash.

Hyunjin stood idly, watching the exchange and when Felix tugged on your leash you did not move.

"You will listen to Felix like you listen to me," Hyunjin said quietly, but without the usual affectionate undercurrent to his tone and there was no doubt in your mind this was the scene he'd orchestrated. Yet knowing that didn't help you overcome the fear coursing coldly through your veins and you remained rooted in place.

When Felix saw that you were resisting, he stepped closer to you, not missing the way you flinched. He got into your space and raised both hands to cradle your face in a surprisingly intimate gesture.

"I won't hurt you, baby. I'll be good to you."

The shred of affection was like a bandage over a stab wound but had your knees going weak regardless, and you found yourself huddling against Felix, seeking out his warmth and he allowed it, letting you trail your hands over his lean frame over his clothes.

"Soon enough you'll be begging me to hurt you anyway," he whispered to you as he met your eyes and you shivered, your core clenching reflexively. You looked back at Hyunjin who seemed perfectly at ease and had stepped closer to you. You felt his large hands applying pressure to your hips, guiding you to follow Felix who was moving backwards into the gated room, and you did not resist further. Hyunjin's ease and Felix's soft touch had warmth rolling through you, countering the chill of the basement level you were in.

The room was effectively a cell, bare except for a table full of lit candles which were the only source of light, and some sort of contraption in the corner. You swallowed thickly, your emotions a roller coaster as the fear raised its head again.

"Hyunjin told me how responsive you can be," Felix's voice grated in your ear as he pulled you to him, Hyunjin's hands falling away from you. The shorter male buried his fingers underneath your collar, cradling your neck as he pulled you in until his lips were a hair's breadth away from yours. "Are you cold," he whispered. You only nodded. Felix's eyes dropped to your lips, his long lashes casting shadows over his cheeks and you picked up on his intention, your lips parting slightly.

The air felt thick between you and him and you were so aware of his fingers on your neck, his other hand still wrapped in your leash. Soft lips met yours and you couldn't help the moan that ripped from your throat. Fear, anticipation and arousal were mixing all around the edges of your consciousness and making it impossible to think. You felt reduced to your base impulses and Felix was satisfying one of them, practically purring against your lips. His tongue slipped between them, coaxing yours to curl around his and your hands soon found themselves clutching at his shirt.

The sound of something mechanical broke you away from the oasis of Felix's kiss and you turned to see Hyunjin wheeling forward the contraption you had glimpsed upon coming into the room.

"This is a wooden cross," he explained matter-of-factly. You had seen some before but they were usually upright whereas this one was horizontal, reminding you vaguely of a physician's table. "Why don't you rest on it and we'll take care of you, babe?"

The light from the candles was enough for you to see that Hyunjin was already tenting in his jeans and that only excited you more. Felix gave slack to your leash which was enough for you to sit on the cross, only then noticing the metal cuffs at the top of it. Felix took your right hand and Hyunjin your left, each pulling them our to straighten your arms and you laid down on the cross as they secured the cuffs around your wrists. The clinking of metal, the darkness and chill had you on high alert but your breathing was deep and even, your mind primed to follow orders which was the very thing Hyunjin tested.

"Snap your fingers," he commanded quietly and you snapped. "One is for?"

"Keep going," you answered.

"Two are for?"

"Stop."

"Good."

Felix sat by your head, his fingers threading through your hair like he was stroking a frightened animal. "Still cold?"

"Mmhmm," you nodded, looking up at him pleadingly.

Instead of meeting your eyes Felix met Hyunjin's, both of them smiling and making you feel left out of the wordless conversation. They swapped your leash between themselves, Hyunjin now holding it and sitting by your head while Felix went over to the table and picked up one of the candles. There was a mix of red, black and white candles which you had failed to notice before. The moving flame made long shadows dance on the walls and your eyes lost focus, something pulling you under to where the only thing you could focus on were Hyunjin's fingers on your arm.

Felix noticed your unfocused gaze and turned to Hyunjin.

"Should I wait?"

Hyunjin shook his head. "It's not a problem."

Felix then loomed over you with the red candle, tilting it in its holder and dripping some of the melted wax over your sternum.

The scream that left your lips bounced off the concrete walls, echoing down the hall. Hyunjin only laughed, leaning over your ear.

"This was originally built as a bomb shelter. No one can hear you scream down here, pet."

The sting and heat of the wax were a jolt to your senses, not desired but not unwelcome. The thought of not being able to get out set you alight and you strained against the cuffs at your wrists, helpless noises filling the room. Hyunjin stood up and moved to sit over your knees, immobilising you further and making something primal in you jump at the feeling.

Felix tilted the candle again, dripping two symmetrical lines of wax at the underside of your ribs. You yelped, your back arching off the cross but otherwise immobilised.

"Uungh..."

Hyunjin's grunt made you go still and you realised that he'd ground his erection over your thighs as you squirmed.

"Feeling a bit warmer now," Felix chuckled, drawing your attention back to him.

Your brain was surely malfunctioning because the fear only kept turning into want, your underwear sticking to you despite your squirming against Hyunjin.

"The candles have different melting points. The black ones are low temperature, the red slightly higher, and the white are not specialised candles, they burn hot." Felix explained as he trailed his fingers over the row of candles. "Which ones shall we play with next, hmm?"

You instinctively looked at Hyunjin after Felix's question, looking for guidance or permission, something, but were instead met with the sight of Hyunjin unzipping his jeans and taking out his cock. His eyes were fixed to the lines of wax Felix had dripped over your ribs.

"Black," you croaked, amd Felix smiled sweetly at you, picking up a black candle and making his way to sit by your head. He held the candle close to illuminate your face and bent down to meet your lips upside down. You sighed against him, needing his sweet disposition to counter the fear still drumming in your chest.

You felt movement on top of your legs and released Felix's lips to look down. Hyunjin had eased his jeans down his hips and was now rutting rhythmically in between your clenched thighs, his full bottom lip pinched between his teeth as he followed Felix's movements.

Then you understood. This whole setup was not for you. It was for Hyunjiin.

"Do it, drip it," Hyunjin ordered Felix impatiently and the shorter male aimed and then tipped the candle over your nipples. It was not as hot as the red wax but still made you jerk. You sucked in sharp breaths as the black wax was dripped in lines across your chest, the heat fizzling over your sensitive spots and making you clench your thighs harder. You heard Hyunjin groan at the increased pressure on his dick. He stood up briefly to spread your legs apart and let them rest to the sides of the cross. Then he sat in between your legs, his cock still hard and jutting forward, and he rubbed it over your clothed entrance.

"I think my baby really likes this," he purred. "You're getting wetter, I can feel it. I want to see it on your thighs," he said as he looked at Felix who was stroking your hair again.

"What shall it be next then," he asked you.

"Red."

You felt nervous about being stung hotter, but from the way Hyunjin was biting his lips you had a feeling that he would get more pleasure out of making you squirm harder and you were still doing this to please him.

Felix's fingers left your hair as he stood up to swap the candles, and in the meantime Hyunjin manoeuvred your legs up and together to take off your underwear. His hands ghosted over the insides of your thighs as he set your legs back down, settling in between them and letting his cock graze against your slippery entrance. The moan that came from you echoed in a particular way, more so as Felix sat by your head again, trailing one hand over your restrained arms. You were spread out for them, your body on display, and things became blurry.

Hyunjin's tongue caught between his teeth at the sounds you made and he slid forward on the cross, the head of his cock nestling in between your folds. A tilt of your hips would be all it took to have him slip inside you but you weren't told you could.

"I want to feel you clenching on my cock while Felix drips this on you." The smile on Hyunjin's face and his dark eyes made you shiver, as did his tone when he turned to Felix and ordered him: "Drip."

This time you didn't shriek. The dulled edges of your consciousness, Felix's soothing touch over your arms and in your hair, Hyunjin's sinful expression as he held his breath waiting to see the red drips over your skin - it was all too consuming and you started anticipating too. When the wax hit your soft inner thigh, you only sighed in relief.

Hyunjin reached and trailed his fingers over the hardening wax, motioning to Felix to keep going. Felix dripped it over your other thigh and Hyunjin scooted forward, his cock now finally entering you.

"Don't stop," Hyunjin rasped and you realised he was talking to Felix, eyes still glued to you.

All your attention had been focused on where the hot sting would come, your nerve endings on high alert, and the feeling of Hyunjin stuffing himself inside your cunt after waiting for so long was overwhelming. Your lips opened in a silent scream and Felix's free hand clasped over your restrained wrist reflexively to keep you from moving or hurting yourself.

Hyunjin tested you, thrusting shallowly several times and the heightened sensation of his length dragging against your walls made you whine. It felt too much, too good, and when Felix started dripping higher up your thigh you started begging.

"Please, please fuck me! Deeper, please!"

Hyunjin smirked and harshly slapped the inside of your thigh that Felix had just painted red.

"Much too early to be begging me. Maybe if you keep being a good toy for me and don't dare to ruin my fun, I'll let you cum. Felix, I want the white."

Your sharp inhale did not not go unnoticed but you didn't make any move to snap your fingers at all, and Felix leaned over you, tilting your chin up gently for you to look at him.

"I hope you'll be good for me too, I have a little idea of how to make your pussy really pretty. I'll draw a nice white ring around it, and we'll top your clit off with a little red, how does that sound?"

His voice was too sweet. He could have said anything right then and it would have sounded like a good idea to you. You found yourself staring up at him desperately and nodding. You lost a bit of time where Felix must have switched the candles because all your mind registered was Hyunjin's warmth between your legs, his cock teasing you with shallow strokes that were maddeningly insufficient. You clenched hard around his cock, a never-ending stream of whimpers flowing from your mouth.

The warmth gave way to a chill of anticipation when you felt Felix sit by your head again but this time he reached to hold the side of your jaw in his free hand in a tight grip, fixing your head in one position so you only looked at Hyunjin. The taller man licked his lips, eyes locked onto the visual of his cock entering you and he nodded to Felix.

The white wax dripped dangerously close to your sensitive folds and you moaned loudly, not from pain or heat but from relief at finally having the stimulation you craved. Your nerves were buzzing, eager to feel more, and your squirmed against your restraints, causing Hyunjin to ram his cock into you to put you in your place.

"Fuck!! Please, please, keep giving it to me," you begged him but you quickly felt a hand lock around your jaw. You looked up at Felix who pursed his lips and tutted at you.

"You heard when he said he wants to have his fun with you. You don't want to make him mad, or I will drip the white further up." His honey tone was sing-song but the threat was clear and goosebumps rose up your arms.

Hyunjin continued stuffing your pussy and any thoughts lingering around evaporated from your brain. The pressure and drag of his length inside you was delicious and you went pliant beneath the two men, a stream of thin and airy moans echoing incessantly.

Felix looked up at Hyunjin with some concern, thinking you might have reached your limit.

"Should I keep going?"

Hyunjin bit his lip and canted his hips in a deep thrust, making you moan louder.

"Absolutely. Drip it."

Your tone grew more desperate at hearing that and Felix's deep chuckle tickled your ear. He tilted the candle and more white drips fell and hardened on the sensitive skin just outside your folds. You clenched hard around Hyunjin and he swore, slowing down inside you but still filling you up to the brim. He reached to massage your clit with his thumb and you clenched even harder, your walls squeezing out any but of friction he could offer to get you closer to your orgasm.

Felix released your jaw and trailed his fingers to one of your nipples, pinching and rubbing it as he dripped more of the heated wax over you. Your breaths quickened as you felt yourself getting closer to the precipice, the sensations becoming overwhelming as they came from so many places on your body. You tried to meet Hyunjin's thrusts halfway and felt him lean his weight on you.

"Remember what I said, you little whore," Hyunjin spat at you with a grin even as his fingers increased their tempo on your clit. "If you try to rush me, you won't get to cum at all."

"Please, no! I need to cum, ohhh fuck..."

You mewled as you took deep breaths, trying to calm your hammering heart but it was no use when Felix continued dripping the liquid heat on your skin, working to complete the white circle around your pussy. He left it slightly unfinished, skipping your perineum, and put the candle to the side in favour of sucking the nipple he had not played with yet between his lips.

Your back arched under the two as they continued stimulating you, your hands clenched hard in your restraints. Finally, Felix swapped the candles again and sat by your head, tilting your chin up to look at him.

"Are you ready?"

You nodded furiously, walls clenching and releasing rhythmically around Hyunjin's cock pistoning inside you. Hyunjin's own breathing was unsteady, he was close and was rutting into you faster and harder now.

"I need to get this just right, so I'll need you to slow down," Felix instructed and for the first time, you felt as if Felix was actually the one in charge of this scene. Hyunjin reluctantly slowed down to a stop, fully hilting inside you and forcing you to feel his entire length and girth in your oversensitised cunt. You got louder, almost screaming with how close you were, and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the intensity.

"So fucking pretty," Felix's deep voice rasped near your ear as the red candle in his hand tipped over and a thick drop of wax landed on your clit. The lick of heat right on your bundle of nerves made you scream, and the moment it had fallen, Hyunjin pulled back to ram into you fast and hard.

"Cum on my cock," he ordered you breathlessly, and you nearly sobbed in relief because your walls had started spasming already anyway. The liquid heat felt as if it covered you from the outside and filled you up from inside, a heavy blanket of pleasure and warmth cocooning you as you careened off the edge. Hyunjin was spilling inside you and it only added to your pleasure, his warmth adding to the already too-hot feeling enveloping your senses.

When your walls stopped fluttering, you felt his cock pull out from you, only to be replaced by another. Somewhat differently shaped, and a different set of hands attached to your hips. You looked up to see Felix fucking into you, pretty lips parted and you moaned at how hard he felt inside you. Hyunjin's cum squelched lewdly as his accomplice fucked it into you.

There was a jerkiness to his movements now where he had always been gentle and precise before, and it told you that Felix wouldn't last long, the tell-tale twitching of his cock inside you making you clench around him.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Felix shut his eyes tightly, grabbing at your hips harder. He pulled out, stroking himself quickly and warm droplets hit your skin. Felix's cum cut a line across the red wax blooming over your clit, making his little masterpiece even more intricate.

"You look so beautiful covered in my cum like that," Felix sighed as he milked himself over you skin, nudging your folds with the swollen head of his cock.

"Good thing I'm here to capture it all," Hyunjin's smile could be heard in his voice and you heard the clicking of a shutter, knowing he was taking photos of you now. You looked up and followed him as he aimed to capture you from different angles, and your glassy eyes and the mess over your body were immortalised on film.

You registered movement around you as the two cleaned themselves up and tidied up, then turned their attention to you. Felix used a flat tool to remove the wax from your body, teasingly taking more time and gliding over your nipples and clit a few more times than needed. Hyunjin followed with oil to clean off anything remaining, strong hands massaging into your muscles which you had overworked from tensing.

"Can I have a kiss?"

You looked up, hearing Felix's question, but he was looking at Hyunjin.

"I suppose that would be okay, you did just help me fulfill a top-spot fantasy of ours."

Your eyes fluttered closed automatically when you felt Felix's fingers cup your jaw and his lips covered yours, gentle and butterfly-soft. You groaned when he licked at your bottom lip, asking for your personal permission this time, and you let him. His tongue met yours, caressing and exploring as you faintly heard the restraints around your hands being unlocked and released.

"Feeling more awake now?"

"Quite the opposite," you hummed blissfully, stretching as if just waking up from a dream.

"It's time to get up, baby," Hyunjin's voice had slipped back into his usual gentle tone and you felt him take your hands to help you sit up, handing you your clothes. You dressed on autopilot, a dreamy smile playing on your face and you automatically took your place by Hyunjin's side, linking hands.

"I'll walk you back upstairs," Felix offered and you smiled at him. The two men carried the equipment in comfortable silence up the stairs until you ended up back in the atrium of the club.

"Do you want to stay for drinks?"

Hyunjin kissed you knuckles with the question.

"I think I'm done for the night, but I do want to know when we can play with Felix again," you giggled cheekily.

"You liked Felix that much, huh? Careful, I might get a little jealous," Hyunjin teased, tugging on your collar.

"Call me any time, you have my number," Felix elbowed Hyunjin playfully, then waved goodbye as he winked at you.

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In the comfortable darkness at the back of the cab home, yours and Hyunjin's faces were illuminated by the preview screen of his camera.

"We really made you into a masterpiece, babe," Hyunjin whispered to you, placing a kiss just beneath your ear.

[lexusiswriting]

A love you deserve (Ricky Olson) - Part 12 of ?

Hi guys!

Sorry for keeping you waiting, I had a couple busy days, but I'm back now <3

Warnings: none.

Tags: @multifandomcrackhead, @nicelittlenightmares, @roll-tide-babe89, @skulliecadaver-blog, @21-century-tae, @melissa-anderson, @abiomens, @w743, @insanitywulf, @awkwardalex, @philomenie

Requests: OPEN.

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Ricky’s point of view

In the week we had time to prepare for our first studio session, I was a mess. Not one song felt right to me, my mind was on a completely different dimension, and Lexus wouldn’t respond to any of my messages or calls. I was completely lost, and I didn’t know what to do at this point.

Chris heard about everything that happened, and he wasn’t happy at all. He tried to make me let her go for the sake of the band. Yes, we have a big chance now with her to go above and beyond, but I couldn’t stop my feelings for her just like that. Especially when I know it’s all my fault.

Now we were in the studio, waiting for her. I couldn’t pretend nothing happened or that I was heartbroken. While I was making a plan to talk to her after, she entered the room, making all my thoughts go away. Even though she greeted us, her eyes would not dare to look in my direction, and I could feel we both shared the same sorrow.

“Alright guys, being the first day I don’t necessarily want a name for the album, so any song you think is almost done would be great. Just to get an idea of what you want to do. From there, I would be happy to help you with the rest.”

Chris came closer to the rest of us to decide on a song. We had 3 songs we worked on really heard, but none of them were close to be done.

“I think Porcelain would be fine. What do you guys think?”

Good song, but I don’t think it’s the best idea to be the first song she will hear from this album. I had another idea in mind.

“Let’s play Cause of Death. I think she will like it more.”

“But you have a part in it as well, and the last time we tried to play it, you weren’t using your voice properly.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll do my best.”

Lexus’s point of view

They started to play their song while I wrote the name of it on a document. I hated to do all this paperwork, but it was a part of my job. Chris said that Ricky would sing a part of it as well, and that made me really curious.

From the very first seconds, I knew this was going to be a really good song. I loved everything about it. As I have a lot of new bands, making their debut album where they have a lot to learn, I missed these moments when everything will be perfect from the beginning. You can clearly see the years of experience they had.

The whole time, I was looking at everyone, except Ricky. Something in me missed him deeply this past week, but the other part of me was almost set to send Motionless to another label. Of course, I wouldn’t be able to do that, but still, that thought crossed my mind for a second.

I was absorbed by their song, loving every second of it. But Ricky’s turn made me to finally look at him.

No hope, no time

Can't go back, can't rewind

I still belong to you

No hope, no time

Can't go back, can't rewind

You still belong to me

While he was singing, I felt like he was looking directly in my soul, not just in my eyes. Until the song finished, I couldn’t look at anyone else but him. Chris was the one to bring me back down to earth.

“So, what do you think?”

“It’s perfect, guys. Of course, you still have to work a little bit on it, but I loved it. Congrats!”

While they were cheering for their success, I stood up, only wishing to be alone in my office. After I closed the door, I tried to catch my breath, thinking about what happened. Of course, he wrote those lyrics to get in my mind. But this time I had to be careful, to not suffer once again because of him.

Someone knocked on the door and I thought it would be Stephanie, to get all the documents I signed earlier. But there was Ricky, with a sad expression on his face.

“I’m sorry. I know I messed up really bad this time, but give me one more chance, please.”

“What story do you believe now?”

“Yours, of course. Look, I talked to some friends who happen to know Corey. Everything you said was true. But they all keep it behind the scenes for his image.”

“So, you still had to check which one of us was lying. Ricky, I’m sorry, but I’m really tired of this. Please, leave me alone.”

“Alright, I’ll go now, but I promise you something. A long time ago I realized we were made for each other and one day you’ll be mine, and I’ll be yours, officially, for eternity.”

[slutforsnow]

Chapter 1

Curious, Isn't it?

Eliana fell off the hood of the truck when it vibrated, hearing a crash. Scrambling to her feet, she didn't see Bella but saw a huge group crowding around the black car now beside them.

"What the hell-" She uttered, walking around the car only to see Bella and one of the famous Cullens- Edward. Trying to put the pieces together in her head she caught something. Edward's siblings were about 50 feet back away from Bella's truck so how could Ed be right here so fast?

Students gathered around to see what the happened and checked to see if the pair were okay meanwhile Eliana tilted her head in confusion. Ed and Bella were fine... yet the car was severely dented? Eli was puzzled.

As she thought about it, she remembered that none of the Cullens, not even Dr. Carlisle, were around in the sunlight. Eliana shook her head, that was impossible. After all, vampires weren't real.

Later that day, once everything had calmed down, Eli sat in the lobby of the hospital occasionally saying hi to the other doctors and nurses whom were surprised, yet also grateful to see that Eliana wasn't hurt.

She had started falling in and out of sleep, waiting for something to happen when something did. Jasper sat near her, a few seats down.

"Oh, hey, Jasper! Long time no see, what's up?" She greeted, smiling over at him.

"Nothing much, ma'am. Just was wonderin' if you'd like to meet up.. discuss this whole... thing that went down cause you looked kind of confused by it," He offered casually, noticing Edward talking lowly with Carlisle.

They were discussing how close that was and if Eliana should know or not. Jasper wasn't going to wait around and find out- she was going to know whether they liked it or not. Besides, it was the better option than Eli finding out and telling people.

Elianas face broke into a smile and she nodded excitedly.

"Yes, yes, I'd love to! Oh my God, I thought it was just me who thought that it was off, I'm so happy someone else thinks that too and I'm not crazy- well, I mean I am crazy to people who don't understand ASD very well, but that's beside point. Am I talking too much? Sorry-" Eli blushed a little, smiling a bit shyly. She didn't mean to start over sharing, it just happened when she got excited.

"Great, how abo-... what are you doing with your hands-?" He asked, noticing her hands were doing some weird pattern. Hit the arm of the chair twice, flick her middle finger, hit her wrist on the arm of the chair. Repeat. One of her nervous stims.

"Oh, sorry. That's one of my nervous stims-... happens when I'm super nervous about a friend," She explained, using her left hand to stop her right hand.

"It's okay, but there's no need to stop yourself from stimming. I don't mind it- just caught me off guard," Jasper replied, smiling softly. Ana would've just melted on sight at that smile if she was alone.

"Oh- well... thank you-... most people are weirded out by it-.. but where would we talk about this whole thing?"

"At my house, if you'd like?" He offered, hoping she would accept. He couldn't risk anyone hearing him explain the situation.

"Yeah, sure!!" Thank whatever God was up there because Jasper would've died again had she not said yes.

"Great, I'll drive."

[luimagines]

(I figured Tumblr ate the ask. Oh well, things do happen after all. 🤷)

The Chain and Fierce end up finding out more about Pokemon Trainer!Reader. Wild had found their trophy room, the shelves lined with various trophies to awards. Some having pictures of Reader alongside different Pokemon but the most eye catching is the oldest photo.

They appear to be 10 years old in it and next to them were two Pokemon, a white rabbit alongside a familiar looking pink imp. All three smiling as Reader holds up a badge that happened to be in a display case. This, of course, leads to questions.

Time: Is that you and your Grimmsnarl in the photo?

Reader: Yep, the good ol' rookie days. That's when I won my first gym badge, the Boulder Badge from Pewter City in the Kanto Region.

Legend: Who's that other Pokemon?

This is where the group learns about Starter Pokemon. Wild is definitely giddy as Reader explains how new Trainers can get their very first Pokemon and each region offering a three different types of Starters: Fire, Water, Grass. They had choose Scorbunny for their Starter, a Fire Type from the Galar Region.

Reader already been friends with their Grimmsnarl, who was an Impidimp back then, and caught em once receiving a Pokeball. Everyone is curious about the currently absent Pokemon especially Legend. I headcanon the Vet having a close connection to rabbits since his Dark World form is a bunny.

Reader doesn't answer and instead leads the group to the training grounds. Some of their Pokemon tend to train amongst themselves so the place is a good distance away from the house to avoid any property damage. Neither the Chain or Fierce didn't expect to come across an intense training session between two Pokemon.

A 30 ft metal snake trying to swat away a super fast white blur. The blur turning about to be a familiar looking rabbit Pokemon just a few inches taller than Four. Whether it be summoning boulders from the sky or slamming its tail, the metal snake couldn't hit its target as their smaller opponent kept dodging.

Reader's Pokedex: Cinderace, the Striker Pokemon and the final evolved form of Scorbunny. A Fire Type. Skilled in offense and defense skills, it takes great pride in its abilities. This Pokemon often puts itself in a tough spot due to its habit of showboating when cheered on. Cinderace juggles a pebble between its feet and turn it into a fiery soccer ball to scorch opponents with.

Steelix, the Iron Snake Pokemon. A Steel/Rock Type. Tempered underground by high heat and pressure, the iron from the soil it ingested made its body harder than diamonds. Steelix uses its sturdy jaws to chew through boulders and eyes to see in the darkness underground.

Reader: They evolved into Cinderace a long time ago and help train any Pokemon who have issues fighting fast opponents like my Steelix over here. A Training Coach of sorts when I'm not testing any new challengers.

Amongst the group, Legend is the most impressed and slightly jealous. He can barely do much in his rabbit form as it isn't an offensive animal like a wolf. Yet Reader's Cinderace is a total terror, moving fast and clearly holding back against their much larger opponent. Steelix is the only one attacking as any move usage from the Striker Pokemon was to cancel out an attack they can't dodge.

It takes a bit before both Pokemon notice they're being watched and stop their spar. Cinderace instantly greets Legend as if knowing he's a fellow rabbit. The Veteran definitely got himself a fan since the Fire Type acts more giddy around him than anyone else in the Chain.

Four would love Steelix cause he definitely main Steel Types as a trainer. It reminds him of his work at the forge since it takes a skill and dedication to craft the finest steel. The Iron Snake was definitely careful not to knock any of the Chain down when wanting attention.

Except Fierce who got playfully knocked on his ass by Reader's Steelix. Some of their Pokemon have a bet on who can mess with the 'walking white haired wall'. They can easily tell Fierce is interested in their Trainer so it's only fair to test him.

Reader's Pokemon are little shits especially when it involves potential suitors. A certain Fierce Deity better watch out as mischief is in his future.

Starters intro take two!

With added details!!!! 👀👀

I must admit that the reality where both posts happened at the same time must be incredibly amusing.

You also did a really good job keeping the post intact since you more or oess typed the whole thing out again. I'm impressed. 😄

FD being a suiter is new though- at least in the sense of "I don't remember it." 😅

[too-much-tma-stuff]

For the fanfic requests—this isn't a ship, but if you don't mind kidfics, could you do Michael (pre-distorition) babysitting Jon as a kid? I got that scenario rooted in my brain because I apparently want sadness. The realization that someone else, someone Jon cared about got eaten by another DOOR would have probably wrecked him...and me. Feel free to ignore of this isn't your thing tho.

Michael liked kids, they were chaotic and unpredictable and normally he hated that! He himself was a bit timid and quiet, but he liked the chaos, they pushed him out of his comfort zone. They were funny about it too, and he could usually assume they meant no harm so the chaos could be a refreshing change from his usually rather ordered life. Not always, some kids could be cruel, but he could choose not to go back to those families when they weren't his own.

Baby-sitting had made the obvious choice as a job during university then. It wasn't the highest paying but it could be easily fit in around lectures and studying and it was really the brake he needed to keep him from going mad. He rather thought he found the release his peers found through partying through minding the good natured and frankly adorable chaos of children.

Of course his most common clients were parents looking for a date night away from the kids so he was rather surprised when he got a call from a frazzled sounding older woman. He had barely gotten out a greeting when she started to unload on him talking about her dead son and daughter-in-law and the son they had left behind. She took pains to clarify that he really was a good child, bright as anything! Before she exploded with how much trouble he was!

"He's curious about everything! He never listens about anything! Just the other day I told him not to touch the electrical outlet that broke and I way trying to keep an eye on him, but I only have two and there are other things in the world! I swear I only turned my back for a moment but when I turn back around he's standing there with a burned hand and that boy, he looked and me and said, he said "You're right. That did hurt.

"At least he didn't have the cheek to complain about it when he'd done it to himself! I just need another pair of eyes so I can close mine for a second! It feels like I haven't slept at all since he got here and I'm to old to be raising a child on my own!"

"Alright, that's no trouble at all ma'am. When would you like me to come in? We'll do a few trial nights and if we get along I wouldn't mind having a consistent schedule of nights I watch him so you can have some time off," Michael assured quickly while she was taking a breath.

"Oh thank goodness," She sighed, and Michael found himself helping the boy. This was clearly hard on the woman, but no doubt it was very hard on the child as well, he could use a friend. "Could you come tomorrow?"

"Yes, but lets talk about other things as well first. Does Jon have any allergies? What rate would you find acceptable?"

It took a little haggling to get to a hourly rate they could both agree on but it helped that she could admit Jon wasn't the easiest child. Some parents who thought too highly of their children seemed to think he should be paying them for the privilege of spending time with their children.

So on Wednesday he went to the address the woman provided where he was greeted by a well dressed woman. Some hair had come loose from her bun and there was a stain on her shirt which he got the feeling was as messy as she was willing to let anyone see her. Certainly more then she would have if it weren't for the grave-faced dark haired boy hovering behind her and staring at Michael.

"Hello. I'll give you a tour of the house and show you were everything is and then leave you to it. My number is on the fridge but do try not to call me unless something goes very wrong." She said seriously as she beckoned him in. The tour was brisk, and he just had to follow when he would have at least like to introduced himself to Jon first. He followed behind them, watching and not blinking as often as most children did, slightly unnerving but not unexpected.

"Alright, that's all you need to know I think. Jon try not to scare the nice young man away," She said with a thin smile to indicate it was supposed to be a joke. Inside Michael had to wince because he was rather sure Jon was too young to understand such subtleties of expression.

He watched her leave and then Jon looked back at him, solemn and wary, his eyes to old for his age. The poor kid had been through a lot. "Hello Jon, I'm Michael," he said, extending his hand with a friendly smile. Jon examined him again before reaching out and taking Michael's slim hand giving it a formal shake. Michael hoped that with time he would get to the point of being able to hug the boy and have him acting like a normal child. But not yet.

"Why don't you show me your favourite books?" Michael asked and watched as Jon's face light up even as he tried to suppress it. Michael didn't try to repress his answering smile.

When Mrs. Sims returned Michael was sitting on Jon's floor, long legs folded under him, surrounded by little piles of books as Jon babbled about the next book on the shelf. Michael couldn't possibly remember all of them, but what was important was the unrestrained joy on Jon's face. It hurt to see it shutter again when his grandmother made a comment about it being irritating.

"I don't mind," He promised immediately and firmly reviving a ghost of Jon's previous smile and making the grandmother look slightly chagrined. "I'll be happy to come back."

The grandmother being a non-nonsense sort of woman nodded, said they'd see him again same time next week, and shoved the money they'd agreed on into his hand. He saw himself out, and didn't notice that Jon was following him until he felt a small hand tug on his jacket, turning around obligingly to find a book being shoved into his stomach.

"I want to know what you think," Jon said before skittering back upstairs to get ready for bed. Michael promised himself that no matter how busy his course schedule was he would find time to read the book before he came back to see Jon again.

Part 2: here

[fereldanwench]

How does your V feel about River. I just did a playthrough where my own V was crushing after someone else (Takemura) and that whole scene with the kids wanting her and River to get together made both me and my V wanna curl up in a ball and die from how awkward it was. Just curious as to your own feelings on River.

Ahhhhh, so I was writing a very long answer, and then Tumblr just wiped it on me. 😭 Thanks, Tumblr.

ANYWAY, River's romance wasn't for me or Valerie. 😅

I'm gonna put the rest under a cut in case anyone wants to avoid River critical opinions, and I really want to stress that this is just my preference. I'm not trying to convince anyone not to like their boy--I actually liked River outside of his romance, and I genuinely enjoy other folks' River ships. I also think a lot of my issues with the romance can be chalked up to neglect from the devs. But playing through it was nevertheless a minefield of squicks for me.

From Valerie's perspective, she basically saw River as a decent, principled guy while they were working together on the Rhyne/Peralez investigation, but thought their relationship, working or otherwise, would be concluded when they wrapped that up. She admires that he wants to stick to his convictions and go to IA with the corruption, but she is a much more cynical person when it comes to the powers that be, and he doesn't respond overly fondly when she says such.

So Valerie is very surprised when he reaches out for help with Randy, and she assumes it's totally out of desperation rather than any interest in her personally. Johnny, of course, picks up on it, which she sort of brushes off, but when River starts saying things like "I'll tell you about it over a beer sometime," she does get the sense that maybe he's interested in more than just her professional help.

By this point, though, Valerie is smitten with Goro. She's denying it to herself, and trying to keep her focus on the Relic and fixing her terminal condition (which River doesn't even know about), but either way: she has no interest in pursuing anything romantic or sexual with River.

She does help River with Randy, because despite any awkwardness she feels around River, she's not gonna let a kid potentially die because of it. But again, when they part ways, Valerie thinks that's that. So when he calls later, telling her that he misses her and inviting her to family dinners, Valerie is immediately like hey, buddy, don't do this.

I think the most in-character thing for her would be to not go to the dinner and just wish him well on the phone call, but since the game won't let you close out the quest without making an appearance, I made her suffer through the world's most awkward family meet-n-greet.

Valerie doesn't dislike kids, but she's not overly keen on them either, particularly those who aren't related to her, so playing with them and a man she's trying to let down gently is incredibly uncomfortable. She also doesn't particularly appreciate the way Joss probes into her family life or plans for a family life, and when the kids do the "raise your hand if you think River and V would be a good couple," Valerie has pretty much fuckin' had it.

And then, when they're chatting up on the water tank, Valerie is frustrated that River implies she's been stringing him along when she's tried as nicely as possible to tell him she's not interested. She's also sober and the daughter of an addict who lost her life to drugs and alcohol, so she does not find his "I can be awfully charming when drunk" comment endearing at all.

So, after all is said and done, Valerie doesn't really want anything to do with River anymore. She might be willing to help him professionally again, and she's still friendly with him, but she doesn't think of him as a friend.

As for my personal opinion on the romance, I think it was just incredibly underdeveloped (especially compared to the ladies), and that lack of development paired with the fact that he's the only male romance option available to female Vs ends up having a lot of frustrating and troubling implications.

It does kind of feel like CDPR made a very bold assumption that what women who are attracted to men want in a relationship is something that is heavily centered around family and children. As a woman who does not like that in real life or fiction and often has to defend my own child-free relationship, I found that very off-putting. And this isn't to say that it shouldn't exist at all--I fully support anyone who does enjoy this take on a romance, and I'm glad they got to have something they enjoyed--I just really wish it wasn't the only option.

I also don't like that there's no way to reject him without subjecting yourself to the awkward family dinner. It makes him feel very pushy if you're not into him, which I feel probably isn't the intent. I'm sure some folks would take the stance that it's more realistic, but I'm okay with forgoing a little realism if it means I don't have to have the uncomfortably immersive experience of telling a man I'm not into him while we're sitting atop a water tower and he's getting drunk. 😬😬😬

I also really disliked both his and V's responses if you chose the "ever feel lonely?" prompt, which I talked about here.

But the Peralez/Rhyne mission with him is actually one of my favorites in the game, and if his story had stayed more in that route, like fighting the corruption in the NCPD, I probably would have enjoyed him overall a lot more.

And if I remember correctly, Goro's creation also ended up affecting how River was utilized in the story--I think he was supposed to have a bigger role in some of the corporate happenings, but the writers realized they wanted someone deep inside Arasaka instead, hence Goro. Well, first it was going to be a more villainess lady character, and then it became Goro because they wanted to humanize Arasaka more.

So yeah. Those are my complicated thoughts on River. I mean, from the in-character perspective, it's pretty straightforward, but my own opinions on him are kind of ambivalent.

[xanderwascaught]

Story req open? If it is..

Arena TDL x Genesis Xander >:)

-Dasha

{*sigh*} ofc...

Any ways...

Color for character- TDL GX

Story under the cut:

TDL was rank 1 in the arenas, but he was always so curious on who rank 2 was.. Because the title for Rank 2 was them, TDL was curious more than ever but at the same time nervous, because that someone has a high chance to take his place, while he was walking down the hall he bumped into someone "ah- I'm sorry" TDL said with a apologetic tone and he looked at the person, but TDL realized the person has a cloak on and hoodie to hide their identity, the stranger quickly replied "it's Fine... Don't worry about it" then they walk away past TDL. TDL was confused, who could this person be so he followed and then he realized that they have a number 2 on their hand, could it be... Is it them? He tapped the stranger on the shoulder "excuse me but are you rank 2 in this arena?" The stranger nodded and walked off, TDL was stunned for a little while but he walked away...

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After that scene TDL walked to the arena grounds and saw that someone was at the entrance, standing there facing the same direction as him, TDL walked towards the stranger with a cautious look, the person heard TDL and turned around to see him, and they both were looking at each other, eye to eye, TDL was a bit stunned now, this person has red and blue eyes and a purple diamond on their forehead, this person was surely them or someone else he might be hallucinating, but the person quickly lunged towards TDL, pinning him to the ground at the process "don't tell anyone you saw me or my face!" TDL quickly nodded and quickly asked "who are you.. I haven't seen you in the arena before..." The stranger got off him and sighed "I am rank 2 in this place.. You know.. Them, my real name is Genesis Xander" TDL realized that the person who got to rank 2 that fast was a woman? Geez- "well.. It's a pleasure to meet you my lady" TDL gave a proper polite greeting, by grabbing her hand and giving it a kiss- you know from the old centuries, GX however does not like to be called 'Lady' but this was a proper gesture, this man knows manners so she would let this one slide "and what's your name?" TDL went back to his normal pose "I'm rank 1.. Dark Arachnid" GX was amused "very well" she said looking back to the training grounds "I suppose good luck on fighting me then? After all the next tournament is in 3 days.. So have fun" GX chanted a spell and disappeared in the wind, TDL was amazed by this, but not too amazed this it blew his mind, but after a while TDL walked away wanting to meet this person again.