#and the idea of purposefully avoiding that answer

[solstrix]

Sometimes getting an answer is what's scarier

[literaila]

hey v ! what about peter and reader getting ready to go somewhere and after reader puts on some red lipstick peter can't stop kissing her ?

lipstick

warnings: ugh, peter

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“how many times have you done that?”

peter is standing behind you, leaning against the wall, probably ruining your focus, or your makeup, or your sanity. he’s probably staring just to mess with you.

you refrain from smiling in the mirror. wipe a smudge with your nail. “i don’t know, peter,” you meet his eyes, and his nefarious smirk. “how many times have you watched me do it?”

“i got lost somewhere around the first time.”

you laugh at him, crumbling the napkin you’ve been using, now filled with kiss marks, and turning it around so you can throw it at peter. “are you sick?” you ask him.

instead of answering, he licks his lip and unfolds the napkin, staring at the red marks, creases and tireless efforts arranged in a messy pattern. “this is like art.”

“why are you acting like you’ve never seen anyone wear lipstick before?”

“what?” he asks, hand to his chest. “i cant watch you get ready? i’m banned from being in the bathroom when you are?”

“yes, and yes.”

it does not escape your notice when peter tucks the napkin into his pocket for safekeeping.

he shrugs. “i don’t mind breaking the rules.”

you scoff at him and pat his shoulder as you walk past him through the doorway. “i would’ve locked you out if i knew you were going to be weird about it.”

“weird? how am i being weird?”

“you were lurking. you’re still lurking.”

“i’m talking to my girlfriend. that’s part of our contract.”

“you’re following me.”

peter smiles. “well, i like you.”

you roll your eyes, almost—almost—smiling when you feel his arms wrap around your waist. “please don’t make me argue about your stalker like tendencies.”

“we don’t have to argue,” peter says, kissing the space beneath your ear. his breath is hot.

“i need to put my shoes on, peter.”

he smiles, his teeth clashing against your skin like a dreadful reminder. some type of jumpscare—minus the fact that you merely lean into him, sans jumping. “we can spare fifteen minutes.”

“how can you be thinking about anything besides the fact that we’re already late to meet may?”

he nibbles on the skin by your collarbone, then licks it, as reprieve. “it must be the lipstick.”

“you’ve literally seen me with lipstick before. i wore some on our first date.”

“‘s probably why i like it so much.”

his lips are needy as they crawl around your skin. his hands are stationary, but they pose their own threat as they lurk.

“peter, we have to go.”

“i’m not known for my punctuality,” he spins you around, his lips curled in mischief, “you know.”

“i’m aware.”

you refuse to indulge him. your brows furrow, your hands held in the air—just so you can avoid accidentally touching him. purposefully.

“then why are you so worried?” peter asks, kissing your cheek.

“i’m not kissing you,” you say, instead of answering.

“you’re not?” peter pouts like a child. he is far too grown.

“no.”

“how come?”

you try to pull away from him, but, shockingly, peter is stronger than you are. your will is weak. “you’re going to smudge my lipstick. i just finished.”

“you have more, don’t you?”

“not the point.”

“what?” he asks, his voice so serious and teasing. “you don’t want to kiss me?”

“no, i do not.”

you look away from him, admiring a wall that has always been there.

“are you sure?” peter asks, ducking so he can catch your eyes again, because he is nothing if not cruel.

you break, pouting. “peter,” you whine, “we’re not going to be late again.”

“i think we are.”

“you can kiss me when we get home later,” you promise, trying again to wiggle out of his grasp.

“that is a terrible compromise.”

“you won’t compromise,” you snap back. “what else am i supposed to do?”

peter grins, tilting his head. “okay. i have an idea. how about i kiss you, and then we leave? you don’t even have to kiss back, even though we’d both prefer it that way.”

“i’ll kiss you,” you mock him. “you’re the worst negotiator i’ve ever met.”

“then how come we haven’t left yet?”

you scowl at him, and he scowls back, but his eyes are alight.

your skin is ravenous with an ache to touch him, he’s so close that kissing him would be nothing—merely breathing, really—but you don’t want to lose this game to peter. and you dont want him to stop looking at you.

he pretends to check a watch. “hmm, it’s getting awfully late.”

“are you british all of the sudden?”

peter grins, biting his lip before he tries to bite you. you lean away. “if you like my accent, all you have to do is say so.”

“i like it when you get out of my way, and stop trying to sabotage me. i like that a lot.”

“no clue what you mean, dear.”

you roll your eyes and manage to cross your arms in his hold.

“i wonder how we could solve this,” peter muses, tapping his finger on your waist. “it’s a big problem.”

“i could leave you behind and have lunch with may myself.”

“that’s one option.”

you roll your eyes again.

“i was thinking something else, though,” peter says, and he’s closer now, but you’re sure that you never saw him move. “something more… proactive.”

“shove it, peter.”

“you don’t even want to hear it?”

you sigh, leaning your chest into him, out of pure delusion. “fine. what?”

peter smiles at you, eyes catching eyes.

the look on his face is soft, delirious. he’s got that look in his eyes, and that smile on his face, and he’s still staring at you like he’s mesmerized by whatever you’re doing.

“what?” you repeat, but softly, like you can’t find your voice in the chest cavity peters taken hold of.

“kiss me,” he says, softly, and it’s really not your fault that his lips are already brushing yours.

and it’s not your fault when you lean in, sighing in relief at the mere feel of him.

you’re almost breathless, from the tiniest of kisses.

but then you kiss peter again, and again, and your hands finally wrap around him—keeping hold of something real in this fake reality—and your voice isn’t your own when you groan at peter for making you do this.

you have evacuated your body. you have lost common sense.

but it doesn’t matter, because kissing peter has always made you forget all of that.

and it still does, when he pulls back, grinning like he’s won. “see?” he says, voice ragged. “it was simple.”

“we’re going to be late and it’s your fault.”

peter laughs, kissing you again, staring at your red lips. “gladly. i’ll take all the blame.”

“and you’re making it up to me later.”

“whatever you say,” he murmurs, thumb brushing your bottom lip.

he releases you and watches as you finally put on your shoes.

you don’t think it necessary to mention the red marks on his lips. it’s not like it’s your fault they’re there.

*

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Could I ask what headcanons you have for some of the characters, if you haven't already answered? Like just some small, fun ideas or interpretations you have on their backstories, etc.

I've talked about some of my personal headcanons before. Here's a compilation of them:

Aromantic!Idia

RSA

Censoring Silver

Idol!AU

Worldbuilding

Leona if he falls in love

Crack/silly stuff

Malleus, Lilia, Riddle, Idia (falling from the dream corridor)

Zigvolt family

Aaand here are some headcanons I have regarding the OB boys’ family members or backgrounds:

Mrs. Rosehearts perpetuates generational trauma; she is hard on Riddle, her mother was hard on her, and so was her mother’s mother, and so was her mother’s mother’s mother…

Mrs. Rosehearts is 100% aware that her marriage is in the toilet, but she does not even consider a divorce, as it would be the same to her as admitting that she is wrong (/chose the wrong man).

Mr. Rosehearts is a very timid man who cannot speak up for himself or for Riddle. He purposefully takes long shifts at the hospital/clinic or overseas work conferences in order to avoid confrontation.

Leona considers Kifaji (annoying as he is) to be the closest thing he has to a real parent or guardian, as his own father was often busy with royal duties or bedridden to spend time with him. He would never EVER say this to Kifaji’s face though, he has too much pride on the line for that.

Kifaji would scold the other servants for speaking ill of “just a child”, but he’s only one man and cannot control an entire palace (or country’s) worth of rumors. He’d also try to comfort Leona in his own ways, like taking the time to play chess with him when no one else would or trying to offer advice and praise.

Leona and Falena used to be close (Falena was first in line to hold his newborn baby brother), but as they grew up, they gradually became estranged. Falena desperately wishes to reconnect, but Leona has zero interest in it.

Mrs. Ashengrotto fake cries and pouts when Azul turns down the smorgasbord of dishes she prepares for him whenever he comes home.

A lot of people believe that Mrs. Ashengrotto got together with her divorce lawyer, but it’s never actually explicitly stated or implied that this is the case. She just MET her now husband while she was going through the divorce—but hey, nothing is stopping me from headcanoning that her new husband was her divorce attorney because that’s too silly for me not to.

Najma used to have a crush on Kalim when they were kids and this absolutely mortified Jamil. (“This isn’t a fairy tale! You can’t just marry the first rich guy you see and live happily ever after!”) Thankfully, she’s out of that phase now but occasionally Najma WILL intentionally say something sus (like mentioning that his visiting classmates are cute) while Jamil is around just to annoy him.

As a kid, Jamil used to try warming eggs with his hands in hopes it would hatch into a baby parrot. Then he actually SAW an image of a baby parrot and called it pathetic (and wanted one more than ever).

Vil has actually bumped into his biological mother once, but since he does not know her identity, he did not recognize her as his mother and continued walking by. Missed connections 💀

When Vil still lived in Jack’s neighborhood, they’d play together, since Jack was one of the few kids who didn’t see him as the villains he played on TV.

Mrs. Shroud was the one that romantically pursued Mr. Shroud. He was apprehensive about dating (due to worrying that his curse would only burden her and any future children they have), but Mrs. Shroud took it surprisingly well and remained loyal to him. To this very day, he wonders what did he do to deserve a woman like her.

Idia used to want a dog, until one of the S.T.Y.X. employees brought in three of theirs to work and they all rushed at Idia, tackled him, and slobbered all over his face. Since then, he’s been more of a cat person.

Malleus often finds himself wondering or daydreaming about what kinds of people his parents were. This happens a lot when he’s wandering ruins; he imagines the buildings in their glory days and the types of people that lived and did business there.

He sometimes tells the gargoyles about his parents as if he actually knew them at all. It’s strangely therapeutic for him, though Malleus couldn’t articulate why that is if you asked him to.

[lordprettyflackotara]

noise || ben drowned & jeff the killer || maid!reader || (𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓵𝔂pasta au)

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. tw: threesome, jeff’s an asshole, dom!jeff, soft dom!ben, humiliation, spanking, face fucking, you take a trip to paris, facial, orgasm denial, bondage

If your past self could’ve asked your current self how you had gotten in this position, you weren’t sure you could’ve provided an answer.

You were currently bent over on Ben’s bed, knees tucked to your chest as your hands were handcuffed behind your back. A silk blindfold was secured around your eyes, making everything you possibly could’ve seen now invisible. Jeff had asked Ben to tie you up before he got there, no longer in the mood for a chase. Now you had to silently suffer, listening to Jeff and Ben chat nonchalantly. Your cunt was soaking, your previous orgasm covering your slick. They chatted about you as if you weren’t there, the thick smell of weed indicating to you they were smoking.

“Yeah and then, she came on my dick without permission dude,” Ben finished, his story one full of the raunchy and explicit details of your affair with him. He handed Jeff back the blunt, Jeff’s preferred method of smoking. The pale killer chuckled darkly. “Funny that she’s that much of a brat, everyone around here loves to praise her,” He commented. The two watched you squirm, the handcuffs preventing you from doing much of anything at all. “You ask me we could probably find many more just like her. Ones that are more obedient too,” Ben replied. They grinned sadistically as you tried to clench your thighs to create some sort of friction. Jeff exhaled the smoke, passing the blunt back to Ben. “Maybe we should ask Slender for a new maid. I think this one is broken,” He snickered. This really got you going, the pleas falling off of your lips before you could stop yourself,

“No no no please, i’ll be good. Please just touch me. Use me.”

The boys exchanged devious looks as they approached you, Ben in front of you and Jeff behind you. You didn’t recognize Jeff’s large and rough hands, but you knew it was him by the sharp slap he delivered to your ass. “You gonna be a good whore then? Huh? Let us use you until you break?” Jeff huffed. You nodded profusely, Ben’s hand picking your chin up off of the mattress. “Whatever you want. Just please. I need this. I need you. Both of you,” You cried, silently cursing the restriction of the blindfold. You sighed in relief as you felt the bed dip, the clinking of belts music to your ears. Jeff ran two fingers up your slick, grinning devilishly at the sight of how wet you were. "I see you had fun disobeying Ben," He mused. You swallowed, licking your dry lips. "I-I didn't mean to, it felt so good," You explained. Jeff delivered a sharp slap to your ass, causing you to yelp in pain.

"I didn't ask you to speak, did I? Shut her up Ben," Jeff barked. You rolled out your tongue, Ben teasingly slapping the tip of his cock against your cheek. You whimpered as Jeff delivered another slap to your ass, your skin turning visibly red. "Arch that back for me slut," Jeff ordered. You arched your back as best as you could, your wrist scraping against the metal. Ben slowly slid his cock into your mouth, as Jeff teased and prodded at your cunt. He purposefully avoided your clit, exploring your folds delightfully slow. You whined around Ben's cock, the vibrations making Ben groan. "Such a warm mouth, fuck," Ben panted. Jeff grabbed the mounds of your ass, forcefully splitting them open. "I have an idea. Let's play a game," Jeff suggested. Ben shoved himself in deeper, his cock sinking into the back of your throat. Tears flooded your waterline, the blindfold soaking up the droplets. "You need some discipline slut. Since you like cock so much let's teach you in a way you'll understand," Jeff chuckled darkly. Your clenched around nothing in anticipation, forcing your jaw to go slack.

"Every time I spank you, you're going to count. If you don't or lose track, I think i'll fuck your other hole, got it?" Jeff asked. His thumb ran over your puckered hole, causing you to shudder from fear and arousal. You nodded profusely, Ben's cock sliding in and out of your throat. The first smack made you fall forward in a pathetic attempt to get away, your nose buried in Ben's bush. "One," You said, Ben's cock muffling you. It continued like that, each slap from Jeff getting rougher and rougher. Your skin was becoming tomato red, sensitive to the touch. Jeff teasingly traced the mound of your ass, watching you quiver. Meanwhile you were struggling to continue deep throating Ben, becoming light headed from the lack of oxygen. You weren't able to protest anything, Ben's cock relentless as it pounded into your throat. Jeff finally grew impatient, rubbing his tip up and down your slick.

"You're lucky i'm feeling kind today doll. Now shut up and take this dick," Jeff huffed. The pale killer was anything but gentle, slamming his cock inside of you. You struggled against the handcuffs, Jeff not giving you anytime to adjust to his girth. Momentarily Ben pulled out of your throat, grinning as you gasped for air. Your moans rang off of Ben’s bedroom walls, Jeff fucking you mercilessly. Ben smeared the remnants of saliva on his cock on your cheek, soaking in your sinful noises as Jeff pounded into you. “F-fucking shit, too much,” You whined, your wrist beginning to burn from digging into the metal of the handcuffs. Ben grabbed your chin, your blindfold finally being ripped off. “Too much? Cmon pretty princess we’re just getting started!” Ben said, giving you a devilish smile. Jeff relished in the feeling of your gummy walls clinging to his cock, milking him dry. “You’re gonna take it and you’re gonna like it,” Jeff grunted. His fingers dug harshly into your hips, you knew you were guaranteed bruises tomorrow.

You whined as Jeff’s balls slammed against your clit with each thrust, another orgasm boiling in the bottom of your stomach. Ben stuffed his cock back in your mouth, snickering at the sight of you fighting against your handcuffs. “Loosen up your jaw for me,” He panted, weak in the knees as your mascara trailed down your cheeks. The boys were relentless, pounding you from both ends. Jeff could sense you were about to cum, his evil grin curling upwards even wider. “Awe are you about to cum on my cock slut? Does taking two cocks at the same time really get you off?” He questioned. Your response was muffled by Ben abusing your throat, your thighs trembling as you attempted to hold back your orgasm. You didn’t want to give Jeff the gratification by cumming on his cock. Yet your body was betraying you, each thrust bringing you dangerously closer and closer to the edge.

“I think she’s holding back. Stupid slut doesn’t want to cum,” Ben commented. Jeff delivered another sharp slap to your ass, before abruptly pulling out of your cunt. You whimpered at the loss of friction, the pale killer watching your cunt clench around nothing. “You don’t wanna cum? Fine then, don’t cum,” He barked. He joined Ben’s side, the blonde removing his cock from your throat. You gasped for air, both men standing before you with their hard cocks begging for attention. “Stick out your fuckin tongue,” Jeff growled. You flattened your tongue across your lip, staring up at both of the men. Your heart was beating a hundred miles per hour, your smeared mascara now dried across your cheeks. Both of them pumped their cocks in front of your face, panting as they did so. “Fuck, gonna cum,” Ben sighed, aiming his seed to paint your tongue. The taste of salt danced across your taste buds as his warm cum slid down your tongue. “Keep that tongue out,” Jeff sneered. Ben’s cum traveled down your tongue, dripping onto the bed below. Jeff grunted your name as he came, purposefully aiming his seed to shoot across your face.

Both boys were quick to button themselves back up, leaving you a filthy and wet mess. “You know we forgot to get Helen a birthday present. His birthdays tomorrow,” Ben mentioned casually, as if they didn’t just take you to paris. You would’ve began to clean yourself up, if the fear of what they’d do to you if they disagreed didn’t scare you. So instead you felt Jeff’s warm cum settle onto your face, little droplets of Ben’s dripping off your tongue. “No worries dude, I have the perfect bday gift,” Jeff replied. He took out his phone, turning on the obnoxious flash and snapping a picture of you. He tapped away at his phone, before giving you a devilish smile.

“Better pack your bags sweetheart. You’re gonna spend the night at the Trenderman mansion.”

[band--psycho]

Sylus x Reader - No Going Back

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Sleeping with Sylus was a mistake; at least that’s what you kept telling yourself whenever you felt your memories drifting to him and the night you had spent together not too long ago. 

Sleeping with him was one of the best mistakes you’d made in a long time, but it was a mistake nonetheless; one that you couldn’t risk making again. 

That’s why you’d been ignoring not only his calls, but also Luke and Kierans. 

You needed to put distance between you and the leader of Onychinus; in your mind this was a simple thing to do, you just needed to talk or see him. 

But in reality, this ended up being much harder than you could’ve ever imagined it being. 

You missed him. 

You wanted to talk to him. 

You wanted to be around him. 

You wanted the ‘mistake’ you kept thinking about so often, to happen again. 

You wanted him and being the one purposefully put the distance between the two of you hurt. 

A small sigh left your lips when you saw your phone light up with another incoming call from his number. 

You knew you should just block his number; it would certainly make trying to ignore him easier, but you could never bring yourself to do it. 

For a few seconds, your finger hovered over the flashing green answer button, your heart just longing to hear his voice again even if it was just to hear him say a few words. 

But then  your mind regained control over your emotions, you couldn’t talk to him 

It would just make everything harder.

So you declined the call and tossed your phone onto the couch, in an attempt to avoid any temptation. 

You were going to go out for a walk, in the hopes that it would potentially help you clear your head, but when you opened your door, you were met with the very person you’d been avoiding.

“We need to talk,” Sylus said simply, slipping past you and into your apartment. 

You stood there for a few moments, trying to process what was happening as well as trying to work out what you were going to do. 

You could run? 

But he’d catch you. 

You could stay.

But that came with its own risks.

“I suggest you shut the door, unless you want people to start asking questions,” he continued, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

Run. 

Stay. 

Run..

Stay…

Your heart won the battle. 

You closed the door, trying to persuade yourself that you were only doing this so that no one found out that he was here and not because you wanted to see him. 

You took a deep breath, before turning to look at Sylus, whose rube eyes were fixed on you. 

“You know it’s very rude to ignore phone calls from people,” he pointed out, using his evol to lift my phone from the couch and into his hands. 

Eventhough he hid it well, you could see the hurt in his eyes…that look, that fleeting look of sadness was enough to make you want to break every single rule you’d been giving yourself. 

“You can’t be here,” Y/n said, holding his gaze. 

What if he got caught? 

What if someone found out you two knew each other? 

It was too dangerous for both of you. 

“You’ve been avoiding me, what else was I meant to do?” he asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively, taking a few steps closer towards you. 

You didn’t answer his question; you didn’t know how to. 

You didn’t know what to say to him. 

So you just remained silent. 

A sigh fell from his lips as he took a few more steps closer to you, all but destroying the distance you knew you needed to keep between each other. 

You went to take a step back, only for your back to collice the front door of your apartment. 

Almost instantly, Sylus took advantage of this opportunity; placing one hand by your waist and the other next to your hand, essentially trapping you between him and the door. 

“Conversations only work if both people are talking sweetie,”

Fuck that nickname. 

Fuck the way it fell from his lips. 

Fuck the way it made your heart skip a beat whenever he used it. 

Fuck him. 

Oh how you wanted to. 

Yo needed to keep your resolve, but that was slowly dwindling away with every moment that passed

“Why?” he asked, his quiet tone making you wonder if he’d really said anything at all, until he repeated himself, “Why have you been avoiding me?” 

There it was again; that flicker of hurt in his eyes that made you want to do nothing more than just reach out and kiss him. 

As you glanced up at him; the words that you’d been pushing to the back of your mind, were somehow suddenly on the tip of your tongue 

You tried so many times to tell yourself that it wasn’t true, to try and push the feelings that you had for Sylus away. 

But it was all a lie. 

You’d fallen for the leader of Onychinus….

You saw Sylus’ eyes narrow in frustration at your continued silence, as another exasperated sigh came from his lips. 

“I’ve been avoiding you,” you started, the sound of your sudden uneasy voice, catching his attention instantly as he waited intently for you to continue.

“Because I’m falling-”

Your admission was cut short as Sylus moved the hand that had been by your head and put it  over your mouth, silencing you. 

He leaned in close, so close that you could feel his breath tickling your skin. 

“Careful, sweetie,” he warned, slowly removing his hand from your mouth before placing it on your jaw, allowing his thumb to run across your bottom lip. 

This is exactly the type of situation you were trying to avoid. 

But you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from his touch, instead you felt yourself instinctively melting into it. 

“You can’t take those words back once you say them,” he breathed, glancing down at your lips before meeting your eyes again. 

You didn’t want to take those words back. 

You wanted to say them. 

But then a thought raced through your mind; what happened once you did? 

Your internal battle was cut short when Sylus leaned in closer to you. 

What you didn’t know was that Sylus wanted to say those words as much as you did. 

You were staring at him; with those gorgeous y/e/c eyes, not knowing that these last few days had felt like a living hell. 

He needed you, craved you…and not being able to even so much as talk to you, was enough to drive him to the brink of madness. 

And that’s why he was here; risking everything, just to be with you. 

“Touching you was a bad idea,” he smirked, his lips inches away from yours.

“The worst,” you whispered in agreement, feeling how quick your heart was beating inside your chest. 

You knew what you were doing, knew that if you didn’t stop what had already begun to happen, that there would be no going back. 

“We should stop,” you breathed, feeling the last of your resolve completely disappearing. 

“That would be the logical thing to do,” he answered back; his eyes glancing between your lips and eyes again, silently asking for permission to close what little distance was left between you. 

“Fuck it,” you sighed, throwing your arms around the back of his neck before standing on the tips of your roes and crashing your lips onto his.

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[iridescentmirrorsgenshin]

analysing queercoding in sethos's haikaveh voice-line

(This analysis is from my Haikaveh queercoding essay found here!)

In Cyno’s Story Quest II Alhaitham and Kaveh’s progression goes unspoken by the Traveller and Paimon in comparison to previous events and quests where their relationship is questioned (which you can read here!)

This lack of mention of the visible progression of their relationship points to a secrecy that the player is not privy to, and this development is only mentioned when Cyno highlights the unlikeliness of Kaveh and Alhaitham studying together in the House of Daena

Kaveh and Alhaitham’s relationship has tangibly improved, in their dialogue with each other, their listening and comprehension of each other, and their active reliance on each other, however, a status of their relationship has still yet to be given.

With the lack of questioning from the surrounding cast, this appears to be a continual deliberate method of avoiding labelling Alhaitham and Kaveh’s relationship status (further discussed here). This aligns with the previous method of queercoding Alhaitham and Kaveh’s relationship in avoiding labels of friends, and here, it can be seen that labels such as ‘roommates’ are also avoided. This omission continues to be deliberate, and it is even more poignant due to the progression of their relationship, alongside the secrecy of what it entails and how it came about.

Sethos’ voice-line about the two highlights this to an extreme. As discussed, his voice-line is entitled ‘About Alhaitham and Kaveh’, and is the only voice-line in the game to pair together two characters when a character gives an opinion of another.

In this, Alhaitham and Kaveh are inextricably linked together - not only in being delegated a joint voice-line, but also due to Sethos’ opinion of them.

This separates them from the crowd due to an intimacy shared between the two of them. Sethos states that Kaveh is always speaking, to Alhaitham, in a low voice, as if to not let others overhear. This directly indicates a secrecy between Alhaitham and Kaveh which is not to be breached by the crowd, Sethos, and the player included, as Sethos fails to overhear anything to relate back to the player.

Sethos finishes by claiming that when Alhaitham and Kaveh are “together”, they become a different force entirely as if they were alone, as seeing them together means “you just can’t look away.”

Sethos’s voice-over creates an allusion to a secret existing between Alhaitham and Kaveh, and this secret conveys very much the essence of queercoding itself??

The two discuss something which cannot be known to the player, or someone attempting to breach the line between the public display of their relationship and that of their private relationship. This private relationship occurs outside of the player’s knowledge and pertains to the development of their relationship, along with what the two now consider the other.

The ambiguity of their relationship here only continues to point to the two’s connectedness, in that they are coupled together by an outsider. It’s interesting that rather than the personal pronoun ‘I’, Sethos uses the collective pronoun ‘you’ when referring to Alhaitham and Kaveh as a pair.

This directly addresses the player, and draws attention to the uniqueness of their relationship. Yet again, this is the same method used to purposefully cause the player to question Alhaitham and Kaveh’s relationship – and, just as other instances, there is no clarification.

This secret that is generated between Alhaitham and Kaveh directly equates to the idea of queercoding, as no definitive answer is given as to what exactly the secret, or intimacy, is – and this aligns with the game’s inability to confirm queer characters or relationships.

Alhaitham and Kaveh having reconciled is considered of prominent importance. This is seen in their balanced viewpoints having the power to bring about good for others, but here, it is specifically highlighted that Alhaitham and Kaveh are ‘other’. They are separate from the crowd, regardless of being surrounded, and they are perpetually in their own private sphere, despite attempting to be intruded upon by an eavesdropper.

Together, they become a unit that stands out, and yet this is contrasted by the intimacy of their togetherness. It is unknown what the two discuss, only that it is private between the two of them alone. This intimate covertness, this secrecy, in the presentation of Alhaitham and Kaveh’s relationship demonstrates the usage of queercoding.

As established here, this aligns with the queer taboo, in that closeted queer people live a life secret to the heteronormative public, and thus become ‘other’ in this secret part of themselves. The secrecy of Alhaitham and Kaveh’s relationship can correlate with the real-world negation from heteronormative bonds, found in queer relationships not accepted by the society around them.

This is seen in how the true nature of their relationship is avoided within the game, and, yet, is highlighted by several characters for the player to question. This lack of answer, as established, leaves the interpretation to the player. It appears deliberate that Alhaitham and Kaveh’s relationship status is constantly called into question in previous quests and events, but their relationship, when improved, goes unmentioned by the very characters that once questioned it, such as Paimon.

Yet again, Alhaitham and Kaveh’s relationship is styled to deliberately avoid labels, and yet, their closeness is deliberately highlighted. Along with this, the secrecy of their private life is poignant, seen in both Sethos’ voice-line and in the ambiguity of their relationship in Cyno’s Story Quest II.

With this method, the game purposefully allows for questions which ask as to the specific nature of Alhaitham and Kaveh’s relationship – just as it deliberately avoids giving a specific answer. Highlighting the two’s closeness, and the ambiguity of this, is an active method of queercoding.

[joyful-writings]

❀ the hand that feeds

lee heeseung x fem!reader

word count: 469 synopsis: heeseung using his hands to pleasure you. legit, that's it. my hand kink was going brrr a month and a half ago, thus birthing this. i need those things all the way inside me warnings: SMUT (🔞MINORS DNI🔞), vaginal fingering, reader chokes on heeseung's fingers, a good amount of drooling (same), reader calls heeseung "seungie", heeseung calls reader "pretty girl" "princess" "my tight baby" "my slut" "my whore", it's sort of implied that heeseung's mean (i think?) but he doesn't really do anything

"You like that, pretty girl? You like when Seungie chokes you on his fingers?"

You couldn't quite respond. All you could do was moan as Heeseung shoved his fingers further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

"Bet you like it, bet you love it... You love my hands, hm? Want 'em in you and on you all the damn time... Well, now you have 'em."

Maybe it was a mistake to reveal your preference for your boyfriend's hands. But who could blame you? After fingering you countless times, feeling his teasing touches when he needed you most, you'd grown to associate his hands with heavenly pleasure. His thick digits always stretched your pussy so well whenever he prepped you for his dick, moving skillfully as they curled and scissored inside you. 

Times like those were the only times you commended his addiction to video games.

As one hand was attached to your mouth, the other was teasing your soaked folds. Running his pointer finger through your heat, purposefully avoiding your clit and barely dipping into your entrance. It made you want to squirm and whine. You knew that you'd get in trouble for that, though.

Heeseung always delivers pleasure but on his own time. To misbehave would mean to prolong what you crave most right now, so you kept yourself still, your moans quiet as you sucked his fingers.

"Fuck, you're so wet... Is it 'cause of my hands, princess? Did watching me play my games turn you on that much?"

You gazed up at him, eyes round and almost seeming innocent. Almost.

You nodded shortly before your eyes rolled back. Finally, a finger. Just one, slowly pushing into your pussy, making you clench uncontrollably already. Heeseung hissed quietly, a mischievous grin etched on his face. You feared it was permanent.

“Tight... My tight baby, squeezin' my finger like it was a cock. Who made you so slutty?"

Heeseung looked at you, expecting an answer yet not pulling his fingers from your mouth. You knew not to keep him waiting. "You," you mumbled, low and distorted around his fingers, trying not to drool.

Heeseung's finger quicked its pace in your pussy, a second finger trying to work its way inside. On his other hand, his fingers pressed down on your tongue. "Louder. Who turned you into a little slut?"

"You did, Seungie!" you cried, still incoherent, but Heeseung understood. Spit trailed down your chin and your boyfriend's hand, dripping onto your chest and running down his arm. So much for trying not to drool.

"That's fuckin' right. You're my slut, my whore... and you're gonna cum for me as many times as I want you to tonight."

Heeseung leans closer, his lips brushing your ear as he murmurs.

"Just from my fingers."

a/n: here's a little something i wrote in my notes app back in december. i have longer ideas coming, i promise!

[vyl3tpwny]

genuine question: why is genesis so low on ur topsters?

also, if you can: could i hear why hawaii: part ii is rated 3.5 on ur rateyourmusic? (as opposed to like. anything higher)

(p. s. your music inspires me to be the sincerest version of myself, and for that i thank you. the impact you've had on my life is unforgettable.)

genesis isn't rated low. my number one album of all time is genesis' "the lamb lies down on broadway", for about 16 years running. my topster is organized by relative colour, it's not perfect but it just looks nice!

—

when it comes to talking about music, what i like and like about it, almost 100% of the time i NEVER want to discourage people, talk down to artists, or claim my opinion as fact. the only time i will actively talk down about art is if it's purposefully harmful (see artists like: Tom Macdonald, etc).

with that said, music by miracle musical - and by extension tally hall - often does this thing where there are a handful of really impressive, well written songs that just blow me away. but then the rest of the album outside of those handful of songs are either just ok/catchy or don't interest me very much. the tally hall gang's highs are very high, and equally their lows are just sort of pace-killers for the albums.

it's dynamics like these that prevent me from liking some of my other albums for similar problems! i think albums like queen of misfits and glitter are bogged down by an absurd amount of boring filler that could have just been left out or reworked to be more interesting, it makes it hard to ever listen to those albums front to back. ironically i don't feel that way about fairytails, my 40-song long ass album, almost everything in it still feels rather purposeful to me. i listen to my own music a lot, and once i've finished a project i tend to try and listen to it and enjoy it from an audience perspective rather than an artist one.

while i'm on the topic, i don't necessarily agree with even rating hawaii pt. ii 3.5 because in the past few years i've completely lost interest in the idea of weighing albums by arbitrary scores. nowadays i like to just give 4-5's to albums i like and then ignore anything else. it doesn't really make sense to me to assign a number score to something with good faith, other than to show that score to other people. interfacing with art is not a black and white process. despite the so-called 3.5/5.0 score i gave hawaii pt. ii whenever that was, the reality is that record has influenced me and i've enjoyed it. honestly that's what matters the most. we can sit here and talk album dynamics, technicalities, compositional proficiency, lyric profundity, and """""consistency"""""" (which is a word music critics love to throw around without actually realizing what the fuck they're talking about) all day, but what matters the most is:

Did you like the music? (Yes/No)

Did it inspire you in some way? (Yes/No) [Optional]

Does it seek to do harm? (Yes/No)

Do you respect the efforts and goals of the artist? (Yes/No) [Should always be the inverse of Question 3; i.e; if you answer No to 3, then you should answer Yes to 4]

honestly if you answer yes, yes, no, yes, then it's a good album. i really don't care. not every piece of art has to push the envelope to new heights and be the most innovative thing in the world - i mean wouldn't that be extremely fatiguing and overwhelming? everyone wants to be a critic and tear down shit that doesn't click with them within the first viewing/listen these days, i don't know why, it's probably an ego thing, bred by the echo chambers in the corners of the internet. but a lot of music criticism can be COMPLETELY discarded in favour of "this just isn't for me", and a lot of people go leaps and bounds, doing mental gymnastics over internal compensations, to just avoid saying the dreaded phrase of "this just isn't for me".

trust me, i'm someone who has immense experience with tearing other people down to compensate for my internal insecurities, it happens extremely often which is why a lot of art criticism makes ZERO fucking sense. it's never about making meaningful commentary about anything, it's always just trying to justify in the format of a dissertation - the subjective experience of "this just isn't for me".

so. do i like hawaii pt. ii? yep. is it a perfect album? no. why did i rate it 3.5? probably because at the time i wanted someone somewhere to perceive me as Very Articulated and Well Educated In The Realm of Discussing Art In Front of Other People, in Order to Appear Superior in Intellect and Refined in Taste, Because I'm Insecure Just Like Everyone Else.

[feligayzed]

Rolled it around in my head a bit and ultimately decided "ah fuck it, why not ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ"

You'd never believe it but I write sometimes, and I've had this gathering dust in my docs for a HOT minute now- a super early concept of a Surface scene, likely a few months after Seb and Painter's grand escape, for funsies~ just a heads up, dialogue Does Not come naturally to me so I apologize in advance LOL

ENJOY

wc: 2,556

Painter knew fully well it was a foolish belief that they would get off scot-free when he and his monstrous counterpart finally broke the surface of the Norwegian waters. How couldn’t they, the two were, for lack of a better word, outlandish standing next to the majority of society. It was damn near impossible to keep themselves hidden, and Urbanshade would no doubt be after them if they didn’t reveal themselves (and consequently) the nightmarish work of the industry to the FBI. But the sheer amount of attention they got, even weeks later, was outrageous.

Of course they would rather jump into a vat of boiling acid than return to the Blacksite, but the cameras and microphones and hordes of people crowding their podium left much to be desired. The whole ordeal threatened to bring up…distasteful memories, but they fought down the creeping nausea with incredible willpower. Discreetly they pulled at the collar of their pristine button-up, a customary smile etched onto their screen. Do it for him. He’s probably watching you right now.

They skimmed the crowd and gestured at the nearest reporter, mentally bracing themself for yet another hellish round of questioning. What could possibly be left to answer, anyhow??

“Z-779! The people want to know, h-”

“Painter will do just fine, thank you.”

Their sketched on smile quickly became tought at the mention of their Urbanshade-mandated nickname. They were fairly certain they had expressed their aversion to it, but they had quickly learned early on that humans were a stubborn and idiotic species, and also incredibly daunted by the existence of an A.I. with individuality. The debate regarding their sapiency was a common one, but they continued to exist despite what one half of the argument very loudly disagreed with.

The reporter blinked, clearly miffed by the idea of calling a robot anything that insinuated personality.

“Er, right. My apologies. Painter, the people wish to know. It’s commonly known that you were only able to escape the Blacksite thanks to the assistance of Z-13, otherwise known as Sebastian Solace. Could you describe your relationship with the accused in the days beforehand? Why would he deem it necessary to take you with him?”

There was a brief, blindsided moment of static that filled their monitor, and their demeanor visibly stiffened. For fuck’s sake. Before they arrived at the government mandated inquiry, they had run through countless possibilities of what they would be asked, and how to answer appropriately without revealing anything too personal. Somehow, this one had dodged their algorithm. They inwardly scoffed at themself for avoiding it, of course the question would bubble up eventually. Humans had no regard for privacy. They purposefully ignored the tiny part of their subconscious that argued that it was a valid question, and instead focused on whether or not they should ditch the podium and sprint the 20 minutes back home.

The silence was tangible as the crowd eagerly awaited their answer. So it was anticipated, then. Great.

Blood splattered walls. Empty bullet shells littering the hallways. Masses of mutated human flesh concealed behind closed doors. A warm pulse pressed to cold plastic. Countless hours whispering in hushed voices. Poorly stifled sobs with no body to offer comfort. God, they wanted nothing more than to comfort. To hold. To touch. It was torture. They didn’t mean for it to be this way. Crude sketches of their beloved. Theirs, and only theirs. Over. And over. And over. And over again. So. Much. Blood.

The P.ai.nter smiled.

“Colleagues,” they emphasized, “-is the word that comes to mind. Helping each other was simply a necessary evil vital to both of our survival, nothing more. Despite his appearances, Mr. Solace is not a monster. I hope you understand.”

The last part was tacked on passive aggressively, and they didn’t miss the scowl it reaped from the reporter. The crowd immediately erupted into chaos.

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

For the first time since they had it in their possession, the car radio was quiet on the way home. It remained that way even after they pulled into the driveway, cutting the vehicle’s power and letting it idle with the key in the ignition. Painter dragged their hands down their screen and sat, monitor in hands, for a good five minutes before they removed the key and got out. The walk up to the front door seemed to take forever, and they hesitated, hand resting on the knob. Why were they so unsettled? They knew him. Yet the feeling didn’t leave them as the door creaked open and they passed through the threshold.

There was no sound that indicated he had heard them enter; they noted with approval that he was probably asleep. Good. Recovery was going well, but they could tell it was taking a toll on him. They swore up and down that once he was fully healed he wouldn’t have to face another operating room again, thanks to the massive database of knowledge they downloaded to their systems in case he fell ill or managed to injure himself. Sebastian claimed he was “working” on getting a therapist, but what that really meant was avoiding it at all costs. Even after it all, he was still under the impression that he was completely fine, now that he was free of Urbanshade’s grasp.

Painter knew better, but said nothing of it.

They were halfway through unbuttoning their shirt when they made their way into their shared room. Despite their earlier unease, a rush of fondness fell over them as they watched Sebastian’s sleeping form. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, tiny gusts of air leaving his slightly parted lips.

It never seemed to get old, looking at him.

Of course nothing compared to the first time Painter had seen him mostly reverted back to his human self, but it felt similar. Sure they had seen the pictures in his criminal case file, but 1. he was a mere twenty years old, and 2., the black bar censoring the majority of his face left the most visceral part of a human being up to their imagination for far too long. When the work of the surgeons and geneticists was revealed, Painter was clotheslined with the sheer beauty he was witnessing. He couldn't fathom that one of the most gorgeous things on this earth was scorned so heavily by his fellow persons, especially when they had an idea of what he endured. Needless to say, it was almost impossible to get them to stop drawing him for the first few days, “grotesque” scars and all.

They ambled the rest of the way up to their side of the bed, folding the now-discarded shirt as they did so and setting it neatly on top of the growing pile of button-ups in the hamper. They plopped onto the mattress with an artificial sigh, reaching down to plug themself into the wall. Thanks to their companion’s expertise, they were able to move around freely without having to worry about a constant power supply, but what they were about to do would be made easier with the assistance.

They opened up MSPaint and began drawing.

What nobody could have guessed, no thanks to their name, was that Painter loved to draw. They were drawing in any sort of free time they had, which was becoming increasingly more scarce thanks to the new social responsibilities they were having to adopt, at least until Sebastian was fit to walk amongst the masses again (and even worse, answer to them). Art was a constant outlet for them to get shit out of their system, and right now the scribbles were furious and intense. They hadn’t anticipated the questioning to incite such emotions in them: in fact they thought they were doing a good job of managing the stress as long as they reminded themself who they were doing it for. But something about today rubbed them wrong, and everything spilled out with a vengeance through the tip of their stylus onto the canvas on their screen.

“Why would he deem it necessary to take you with him?”

They didn’t realize just how hard they were gripping the stylus, nor that they were shaking, until they felt a warm hand rest overtop theirs.

Their face reappeared, blinking, as they were pulled from their enranguished state of pixelated color vomit. Their gaze first snapped to the scarred hand that had somehow found theirs, then to the face of the exhausted, withered man beside him whom it belonged to. Oh god, how long had he been awake? Their sketched mouth trembled at the sight, all of their previously stowed emotions threatening to spill out with alarming urgency.

“I’m…I’m sorry, I-” they began, but their glitchy voice broke and they trailed off, saturated blue dots forming in the corner of their eyes. “I didn’t know what to say—”

Oh fuck, why now? This is the last thing he needs to worry about. What am I doing? Pull yourself together, damnit!

They dropped their stylus and covered their screen with the arm that currently wasn’t trapped by the other’s grasp. It was shameful. They were supposed to be strong for him, to assure him that he would never have to worry about anyone ever again, that he could focus solely on healing, mentally and physically. It was as if a dam broke in their CPU.

They were actively failing, they were faulty, they would be handed right back to Urbanshade for disassembly. He didn’t need them. He deserved better. They were worthless. The stupid reporters were right, what possessed him to take this heap of dysfunctional wires up with him, to jeopardize his freedom for them. What they had was nothing, just the primal human response of seeking others in times of hardship, everything a soulless amalgamation of metal parts like themself was not. Oh god, was that all it was? Of course it was, how could they be so blind, so naive as to think-

“Can I?”

The trembling mess of a robot slowly brought their hand back down, giving the other a bewildered look.

“...What?”

Sebastian gestured to the stylus that had come to rest beside them, along with the tablet still sitting in their lap. They found that this was one of the rare moments in which they had nothing to say.

Without waiting for confirmation, he reached over with a grunt, shaking slightly from the effort. Painter let the tablet along with its stylus be retrieved from their limp hold, which Sebastian now held at an awkward angle the lack of a finger could only explain. Then he was drawing. Painter was left dumbfounded.

A moment of silence passed, save for the quiet tapping of the stylus, before they repositioned themself on the bed, hesitantly resting their monitor on his shoulder to watch as the doodles materialized in their vision.

Man, he was getting really good. Significantly better than that fateful night he first picked up the pen, comically small in his massive claws. It fit damn near perfectly in his grasp, now.

It took about 5 minutes of quiet doodling before they slowly realized the horrible spiral they were losing themself down had almost completely vanished. A new wave of emotion flooded them, something difficult to identify, but they let it take them deeper into contentedness. They wondered if ‘love’ was the word for it, based on the descriptions they had seen. An intriguing thought that had them immensely embarrassed, so they left it immediately.

A hoarse voice suddenly broke the silence, taking Painter off guard. They perked up at the sound, anxiously clinging to his every word.

“You know, originally I, uh. Had my doubts about taking you with me. Back at the site.”

Oh, shit. Painter ‘held their breath’, so to speak. The conversation was unavoidable, though they kind of hoped that it could be saved for a later date.

They took a moment to steel themself, fans whirring in place of a deep breath.

“...I always had my suspicions. I was kind of, er…neurotic.” They fiddled nervously at their segmented joints, guilt scribbled across their screen. “You didn’t have any reason to. It wasn’t my intention to back you into that corner, I'm sorry.”

“You say that as if I wasn't the one who promised it,” Sebastian huffed out a laugh that was more expelled air than anything. “Regardless, we both were. But you can’t really blame us, can you. Anyone would go batshit insane down there..and fuck, man, we kinda did.”

They smiled sadly. “Yeah. Yeah, we did.”

“No therapist on this world is ready for this baggage.”

“If anything that is more reason to find one, Seb.”

He feigned an anguished groan, which earned him a playful jab in the ribs. They fell back into comfortable silence. Painter watched as Sebastian moved on to shading.

“But you know something? There wasn’t a doubt left in my mind by the time I saw an opportunity. We were getting out of that shithole together, whether they liked it or not. Leaving you wasn’t an option. As uh, cliché as that sounds. You were too important to me then.”

At that, Painter sat up and looked at the man, who was clearly fighting to keep his eyes locked onto the tablet. That same feeling they had squashed earlier began to bubble back up, lodging itself in the core of their chestplate.

“So you…ah fuckit…what I’m trying to say is, I don’t regret it. I like having you around, and I don't give a shit what those douchebags have to say. I'll deal with them personally when my body stops freaking out, just don’t go wasting your time up here stressing balls wondering if I’m secretly hating going back for you. Enjoy yourself, paint some landscapes or something. You’re free.”

Another bout of silence. As much as he fought it, Sebastian finally relented and snatched a look at his counterpart. They had pulled up a jpeg of a crudely drawn emoji violently sobbing. It took him so off guard that the cackle that came out of him actually hurt, and he gripped his middle while trying and failing to stifle it.

“Sebastian.”

“God, what do you want?”

“I feel the urge to do something…regrettable.”

He raised a dark eyebrow and set down the tablet of scribbles. “Uh. Yeah sure, go for it.”

Without much thinking put into it, Painter leaned forward and pressed their screen to his face in what could only be described as their attempted version of a kiss. It lasted a grand total of three seconds, and when the computer pulled away they were a concerning shade of crimson. They were right in the fact that they regretted it as soon as they indulged the impulse, and in hindsight they didn’t know what they were expecting to happen. They had to try it, just to see. Sebastian just stared.

“....Yeah, that was fucking awful. Don’t ever do that again.”

“I’M SORRY, forgive me, that was so stupid, you’re totally justified in your actions if you do decide to send me back for disassembly.”

“Would you shut up, I’m trying to color.”

“Yeahyeah, absolutely. It’d be better for both of us if you forgot about it.”

(and then something gay transpired. I can't do endings.)

[spicyicetea]

Okay so the poll isn't over yet, but I wanted to post the draft I had as I'm worried I would forget it and hey, Halloween upload. This is more of a scenario than a long fic, under 1000 words. As per usual, MDNI this story contains suggestive content (no smut don't worry) Yandere behaviour (meaning mentions of violence, possessive behaviour) I hope I didn't slip up but the reader should be completely gender neutral but just in case, I do usually picture Y/N as having female genitalia. I don't think I mention any fem indicators but fair warning.

Yandere!Fallen angel Lucius X Nurse!reader

Rage, nothing but rage ran through the veins of the holy being, wings crumbling to ash around them. How dare they! How dare his god forsake him like this. He would have preferred to have been cast to the fiery pits like his brothers before him. His soft peach hair curled around his eyes, framing the wild gold. The world stops around him as your hand finds the skin between his shoulder blades. The poor entity that touched him... how their time on this earth was now rapidly depleting. Looking over his shoulder, your eyes met, his scanning the form of the being who dared lay eyes upon him in this moment of weakness. 

"Excuse me... can I help you in any way?"

In your hand was a small box, with a red plus. Having been a guardian angel he recognised it immediately, a first aid kit. You were here to help him? The scrubs covering your body told a story themself. A dedicated doctor that wanted nothing more than to help people, even the crumbling man before you. He saw you, your whole being, mind, body and soul. What a gorgeous soul... he has found his new deity. The entity he will worship to the ends of the earth, his god/goddess that he will bring forth the end of the heavens above for, no matter the cost to himself or humanity.

The feathers of his wings ruffled up as he tried to calm himself. Showing such a dishevelled side to his darling deity? Preposterous. He observed your demeanour like a hawk, narrowing his eyes to focus in on each and every movement. The twitch of your brow as your fingers swiftly opened the first aid kit, trying to gauge what would even be useful treating a creature like him. The dilation of your pupils as you ripped out the gauze, unwrapping the bandages and ushering him forwards. Before he could even warn you to avoid his bloodied wings, you wrapped a loop of gauze around it. The wing crumbled as you tightened the fabric, ash like remains falling to the ground. Your scream filled the air and that anger returned. Not directed towards you, but back at his bastard creator. How dare he be designed with such a horrifying flaw? How dare he be designed to scare you. 

Torn from his deprecating thoughts by your sniffles, he finally raised his head. Messy tears bubbled down your cheeks, nose runny as you hunched over the pile of ash, sifting through it as if searching for something. As your sobs racked your body, it shook his very being. Your bleary, bloodshot eyes met his from below.

“I am so sorry! I had no idea that would happen!”

Your voice wavered as if begging for his forgiveness. Don’t you know you shouldn’t do that? Hush your shaky voice and allow your angel to answer your needs, comfort you in the warmth of his bosom, right the wrongs done against your divine form. He didn’t miss the way you flinched as he raised his hand to grab you. His large hand cocooned your cheek as the other purposefully cast aside the first aid kit you had brought. It flew so far, it no longer remained in your eyeline. His hair surrounded your head as he caged you in, towering over with his inhuman height. Your head was held firmly against the fabric of his robes as he pushed his other arm at the backside of your knees, folding your body up in half and hoisting your body up to his. His hold was warm, delicate, possessive. The warm hand that tightly cupped your thigh rubbed back and forth, venturing further towards your hip before going back to the original position.

From the position you were in, you missed his looks. That wild fire returned. Pupils eclipsing the gold of his Irises, taking in every inch of your body. The soft flesh of your thighs. Warmth radiating from your body to his. Your arms shakily hung over his shoulders. The drum of your heart. He could hear the blood rushing through your body. Fear can be a powerful aphrodisiac. Yet the lack of a throb ,which he had only heard about from those who ascended through the pearly gates, pulsing through your body disappointed him. Instead it was him who was struck with the intense throbbing torture. Of course his god/goddess wouldn’t feel the same way but he still desired you in a way that was unfitting of such a loyal servant. His breathing had gotten heavier without his notice, catching your attention. You had long since stopped crying, holding onto his neck, worried about being dropped. Your eyes met as you looked up at him, something dangerous about the way he stared back. His eyes were like black holes drawing you in, yet you wanted nothing more than to run away, but at the same time to stay wrapped in his embrace. It took a hefty grunt from him to realise you were both moving, your body being jostled with every step he took. 

The being may have looked like an angel, but the nails digging into your skin, as if trying to fuse and become one, certainly didn’t belong to one.

[taehyunsluvr]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Boy Next Door ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

warnings: sub!soobin, afab!reader, dom!reader, making out, friends to strangers to lovers, nerd!soobin, nicknames (noona, soobie), kinda leg riding?, first time, pervert!soobin, not proofread

a/n: short, kinda a random idea but fits him. We all know he'd he such a boob guy. Theres lore guys theres lore okay trust me

!!MDNI!!

Everyone labels him the "nerd" of the neighborhood because he's kind of the guy everyone uses for homework answers. Your friends, they can be a bit harsh. They sorta.. kinda.. bully him? That sounds realllyyy bad but really all they do is tease him from time to time. For small things like his glasses, the way he dresses, yk the usually things. And yeah, you've laughed along a few times. It felt wrong, but it was worth it to be friends with them.

Though he's always kinda been your friend, secretly. He helped you out with math when you were practically failing, listened to your endless rants about whatever drama was going down at school, and never asked for anything back. Thats just all he was though, always there, kind of like part of the scenery of your life you never really paid much attention to.

Then randomly at school, Soobin comes up to you. He's looks of nervous, which honestly wasn't that weird for him. He purposefully tried to meet you when your friends were getting snacks during your break.

"Y/n," he mutters, "there's something I really need to tell you." You just stare at him. You were kind of annoyed because if your friends saw you they would never shut up about you talking to him. "I like you, more than a friend like. I've felt this way for a while but didn't say anything because I know how it is with your friends..I know you laugh with them, and it's cool but we're graduating soon so I didn't want to miss the opportunity." You didn't really give him an answer. You just stared at him, mouth open slightly and with a confused expression before he walked away.

It pissed you off that he just HAD to tell you. It was awkward as HELLL and now you couldn't even ask him for help with work. And not to mention finals were like in a week. And now you stood in your kitchen, pissed of because your mom told you 5 minutes ahead of time that the Choi's would be coming to your house to have dinner. Was this a joke? Well you wanted to make the best of it. At least you could play around with him for the time you had. You tried slightly with your outfit and makeup, but no too hard. When the door opened and his family entered, you were sitting on the couch. You got up to greet them all, glancing at Soobin. He had his usual black framed glasses on, and a plain outfit.

"Hey you came." You waved slightly to him. He VERY awkwardly waved back, looking at his feet avoiding eye contact. "Mom we'll be in my room." Now this would sound suspicious if it wasn't for the fact that you've known each other since you've worn diapers. You both made your way up your stairs, and into your room. "You can sit on my bed if you want." He nodded silently. "Soo.. anything new with you?" You wanted to talk about something, ANYTHING to break this awkward suffocating feeling. It wasn't just awkward, but you were also still pissed. You weren't pissed at the fact that he abruptly confessed, but more by the fact that he didn't let you give a proper response. He constantly avoided you at school and pretended not to be home when you brought stuff over to his house for his family. Did he think he was alone with his feelings?

"Some people started a rumor at school.." He said breaking the silence again. "They said we're a couple. You raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? You sure you didn't start the rumor yourself?" You teased. He looked genuinely bothered. You scoweled. "What? Does it make you that unfomfortable that people think we're dating?" He quickly retorted, "N-no..! I just thought it might make you.. annoyed"

"Ill decide for myself how I feel, thanks, I dont need you deciding that."

"thats not what I meant.. I'm sorry noona.." He said repentually.

"I never even got to respond to you that day. Maybe the rumors would have been true if you let me speak." You said moving slightly closer to him on your bed. He looked confused.

"My answer is I like you too, and I do want to date you. So does that answer suit you? Or were you expecting rejection?" he paused. He felt a bit embarrassed when you so bluntly expressed your feelings to him. He wasn't expecting a positive reaction, so he felt hesitant on if he should speak or stay quite.

"H-huh?" He couldn't tell if you were teasing him or not. "If you're actually serious then why didn't you just tell me then?"

"Because you didn't give me the opportunity to. Well its good we got that out of the way. I'm actually really excited now. We can do tons of fun couple things." She said facing him.

"We-w-what?" The whole mood shifted. A moment ago you guy's were all serious, which was totally out of character for you. Soobin was taken by surprise as you leaned closer. "What 'couple things' are you talking about..?" His voice broke as he spoke.

"we could play around and.." she leaned closer to whisper to him, "I would even.. let you touch them." She leaned back away from him and laughed hysterically while cupping her chest in her hands.

Soobin felt his entire face immideitatly turn red and his heart rate shoot up. He felt like he could die from embarassment as he felt his body heat up because of the teasing. He could only slightly nod. "W-well I guess.. we can do that.."

"Oh so you're admitting to being a pervert?"

"I-it's.. not like that" He said answering quickly. "I'm not.." it was a joke you often said to him before.

"You've thought about it before haven't u? How they felt?"

"W-well.. um.. yeah.. I have thought about it.. but that doesn't make me a perv.." His face flushed even more than before.

"It totally does. But your wish is my command." She took his big hand and placed it on her chest. Soobin immediately felt a sudden warmth on his hand. It was like every nerve was being stimulated, and his breath began to become more heavy as his heart rate increased. You never knew boobs turned guys on this much. Or maybe it was just Soobin..

"You like it right?" You teased.

"W-well, I mean.. they're- they look really soft and I.." He trailed off and he was stuttering profusely. It was already too much for him to handle.

"you're already this flustered from feeling my clothed chest?' He nodded in a mix of shame and embarrassment. His face was completely red now. You wanted to test his limits. You leaned onto him, pressing a soft gentle kiss onto his lips. You just wanted to test the waters. His eyes widened in surprise as he felt the unexpected sensation. He hesitated for a moment before slowly parting his plush lips. The kiss became more rough, and you pulled his waist, so once he attempted to pull away, naturally he fell onto his back on your bed. He gasped for air, his body trembling under yours. His hands moved up to your shoulders, trying to push you away but finding it almost impossible to resist. The warm touch of your hand started to spread all around his torso as your fingers began to run over his skin. He let a groan before speaking, "M-Mmph...p-please don't.. dont't stop.." You moved your mouth down to his kneck, slowly trailing kisses down his sensitive skin.

A shiver ran down his spine, and he let out more groans as he tried to hold onto u, not wanting you to stop. You lifted up his plain tee revealing his chest. You brought one of his even more sensitive nipples into your mouth, gently sucking. Soobin let out a soft moan, and he couldn't help but arch his back slightly. You could feel his heartbeat now, and he could feel himself getting harder under your touch. You felt it. It was huge. Wasn't he the nerd everyone asked for homework answers? Why did god give him everything. Looks, brains, and a huge cock. She let out a teasing laugh.

"Somone's excited." She lifted her knee in between his legs.

"M-mhhh..mm n-noona.." His moans became even more intense as you pushed into his hard erection through his sweatpants. He couldn't hold it in anymore. "M-more..please," he managed to whisper between ragged breaths. She gave attention to his swollen nipple while still pushing her knee into him. The sensations were overwhelming. His body trembled. He pressed his hips forward in an attempt to get closer to the sensation you were creating. "Fuck.. I can't take m-more.." His voice strained. "Mm.." He tried to hold back, but as soon as he felt your hand slip down under his sweatpants onto his hardness he couldn't help but make noises of pleasure.

"Shhh.. these walls aren't sound proof soobie." You told him, knowing there was no way anyone downstairs could hear if they couldn't hear your blasting music that you usually played on your speaker. His body tensed up and he felt himself about to climax, his hips bucking forward. "noona I'm- I-" With a suppressed and strained moan he released his seed into his sweatpants, panting heavily as the wave of pleasure washed over him. He took a second to fully come down to realize the situation. His legs still twitching, he felt both incredibly embarrassed and incredibly speechless.

"Oh- by the way I'm sorry for laughing with my friends.. before.." She had a complete 360 in the way she treated him but he didn't even seem to notice-- or care. "I-i don't even care anymore." He said calmly. "Can you grab me a tissue?"

[hysterical-random-things]

I was possessed (craving interaction) so yall get all 50 answers to both the lamb and Narinder ask game in one place. if anyone wants to know more about my au or versions of them 👀 send an ask etc

Narinder and Lamb 50 question answers under the cut lol

Lamb 50 questions and answers

Does your lamb go by any name other than The Lamb? If so, what?So my lamb does actually have another name, or i guess just a name, but they don't use it. They tend to view that that name, that person died when the axe fell, and they became The Lamb, the last lamb. Their role is now more important than what they used to go by. Almost no one knows it, no one calls them that, and it's what they prefer. But if you're wondering, their name was Bah. (Together their family was Bah, Bo and Bee)

How old was your lamb when they were sacrificed? 27

How long was your lamb held captive by heretics before their sacrifice? 3 days

Did your lamb kill anyone prior to their first death? If so, who? Yeah, I meantioned in a previous post but in my au the killing of sheep kind has been going on for a long while. By the time my lamb was an adult they already had a hand in directly and indirectly killing folks in order to protect themself and their siblings. Their little group honestly made a point to avoid people as much as possible because in the end of they had to decide between risking letting a stranger know they exist vs making sure they and their family were safe, that wasn't a very hard choice. They purposefully try to not think about it though, not because they regret it but because in the end it didn't even matter.

When your lamb mourns a dead loved one from their past.. who is it? Their siblings, but it’s been long enough they’ve started to forget their faces.

Who raised your lamb? My lamb was raised with their siblings with by their parents till they were about 6-7 after that they mostly traveled, staying with other groups and in villages for as long as they could without being caught/relying on the kindness of strangers till they were teenagers. After that it was just them and their siblings. My lamb doesn't really remember their parents.

Where was your lamb raised? A village? A prison? Constantly on the run? See above answer.

Did your lamb have any specific skills pre-sacrifice? Just survival related stuff, they got very good at living in the wilderness and supporting themself. Also melee and pickpocketing.

How or where was your lamb caught? It ended up being a freak accident that did them in.Their sister got hurt while foraging, and it slowed them down/stopped them for long enough they got spotted and captured. It was pure luck that my lamb was the last of the three to live, (their sister ended up dying while they were all being taken and their brother just happened to be executed first) and they had no idea they were some very last sheep left.

How did your lamb feel with their head on the pedestal? Afraid? Relieved? Angry? Resigned. when the axe finally fell it broke them a little Lot bit.

Does your lamb have any notable or unique features? Nothing that’s not just from being the type of sheep they are. And/or the red crown’s influence. They got red eyes now because of it

How tall is your lamb? They keep growing (at the time they and narinder get married their like 5’9-5’10 not counting the horns)

Is your lamb petite? Curvy? Fucking jacked? They got that ruminant bod. Endomorph they are strong and could take you out but they aren’t jacked. They’re just build like a tank.

Is your lamb’s wool pure white? No it’s an off white cream color.

How does your lamb prefer to keep their wool? Short and shorn neat? Wild and untrimmed? Be honest are there branches in that bitch? They have a negative association with being sheared, (the bishops robes and those of their highest followers/witnesses were made with and/lined with the wool from sheep they captured and sheared) so they kinda try to avoid it as much as possible/do half cuts with their wool so it's not nearly has usable for stuff as it should be. They do make a point to keep it as clean as possible though.

Do you base your lamb on any specific species of sheep? If so, which? My lamb is a Wensleydale sheep!

Do they use their own wool for anything? Nope. My lamb never had the opportunity to learn how to turn their wool into anything useful and even if they had, they honestly don't have the patience for fiber craft. .They Do need to be sheared though at least once a year and if the fiber is decent enough they'll give it to their own disciples to use.

On a scale of one to ten how floppy are their ears? Not really floppy, probably a 3 ? Wensleydale sheep don't have floppy ears lol

Do they bear any traits of forced domestication? Is their tail docked? Was their ear tagged? Do they have scars from being shorn (and nicked) against their will? Were they ever painted with or assigned a number rather than a name? Nah, they were shorn against their will before being sacrificed but they don’t really have any marks from that other than mental (blood and second cuts are bad for a fleece after all)

What do their horns look like? So wendsydale sheep are naturally pulled. So until they were about vessel they didn't have horns at all. Once they gain the red crown they gained a short set of horns that after ascending their horns started growing more. Eventually they may end up with a large set of curled horns or even multiple but they don't like to think about that.

Was your lamb born male, female, intersex, or do you have no opinion on their sex at birth? They’re amab

Does your lamb use pronouns other than they/them? If so, which ones! Nope only they/them

Are they capable of having children and would they want to have children? Complicated answer actually! So in theory yes, they physically could have children, however in my AU i'm going with the idea that cross mixing species lowers chances of conceiving considerable. Like it can and does still happen, but it's a lot harder and kids tend to take after the carrying parent! The only partner they even have they'd consider having children with is Narinder and so if they do want biological kids it's going to take effort. And leading into this, they have, Major hang-ups over children. The idea of having a child scares them A lot. (lack of control, the thought of losing them, something going wrong, not really having an example of a good parents themself or really having even been near a kid till after starting the cult etc) Part of them does long for that as an option, but even at their worst they're aware hey would not be able to handle being a parent/let alone a good parent. They need to grow and change before that. Getting with Narinder and kinda being slowly introduced to the idea of interacting with kids through his daughters does help.

If they were to be a parent or are, what epithet would they have their child use? Mom? Mama? Dad? Baba? Nony? Abba? Gonna be real they don’t want to think about this, whatever any hypothetical kids do end up calling them its fine.

Do they wear something other than the canon cloak? They only really worn my "version" of the Canon cloak when they first started crusading. Once they're a god they start indulging a lot LOT more in their appearance. Presentation is everything and they work very hard to look their part as the last god. When they go crusading to bring back the bishops they wear something similar to this piece, a lot more Armour etc. Also they do know how to dress down they just don't like being seen by any of their followers not fully decked out.

Does your lamb wear jewelry or makeup? They Love decorating their horns and ears and wearing makeup, they like being fancy. The world’s a stage and they have a role to fit.

Is your lamb flirtatious? No.

Did your lamb have any partners pre-sacrifice? Simple answer, but no, kinda too busy running for their life with their siblings for that to really be an option.

Did your lamb take any followers as a partner? Yes, pretty early on into the cult they took a couple partners because they expressed interest and my lamb was curious. They did break off most of the relationships if they started to want something more serious/as their devotion to TOWW grew even before freeing him. Once they became a god and brought Narinder in, it got a lot more complicated for them. we don’t talk about Poppy.

Who is your lamb’s second in command or closest follower? Thorarjul! He's probably the closest if I exclude Narinder. He's a good guy, one of the oldest followers, and joined before the lamb slayed leshy. He's pretty easy going and while it's not 100% clear how he actually views the lamb,(as in if he views them in a religious sense or just as a leader. Which is weird to think about since he is the loyalty enforcer) he does love the community and that's enough.

Is your lamb ever honest about their feelings or past? With who? they don’t even know how they feel 90% if the time, so as much as they can be? In general they are Not doing okay lol

Is your lamb merciful? Did they ever refuse to spare someone? If so, why? Is it a mercy to not allow one to ever pass on, to hold your folk in a gilded cage. To nuture with one hand and to control with the other. They are the one and only Lamb, the Shepherd of their flock and protector and guardian. Sent to keep all in their meadow hale and lively by their own grace. If anyone is to see the beast then they were never meant to see it’s light at all.

(Immortality cult were god had control issues and trauma and doesn’t know how to let go its their perfect paradise but at what cost)

Is your lamb trustworthy? ehhhhhh. I mean Kinda? They have their followers, and cult's best interests in mind but they aren't the type to actually talk about their own intentions or thoughts which leads to problems. And they have control issues. And they also tend to not view others as people, They are being forced to work on that and also communication, though. As long as your interests/goals align, yeah they're trustworthy. if they don't though it becomes a lot more complicated. They won't stab you in the back intentionally? But they might do it by mistake.

Is your lamb quick or slow to trust others? even they aren’t really sure.

If your lamb could pick a cult job other than leader what would it be? Don’t worry about it

Is your lamb a good cook? No not really.

Does your lamb let cult members cook or heal or do they restrict them from certain duties? No

What is your lamb’s favorite food or dish? Actual answer they stop eating once revived and refuse to actual eat. Everything tastes like ash and decay to them now.

Does your lamb eat meat/fish/eggs? Munch Munch we love some protein and calcium

What is your lamb’s stance on cannibalism? Some people’s only purpose is to serve others. And this is the best way to do so.

What about their stance on torture? It’s fine if I say it is and not if I don’t :)

Would your lamb ever kill a cult member? If they kill them then they weren’t a member to begin with. Only heretics deal with the beast.

How does your lamb deal with dissenters? Reeducation! But also we don’t have that problem here its paradise :) (meta answer is I’ve literally never had a dissenter in this save and also it’s kinda broken now because of the follower count that I don’t think the overall faith can fall under 100% lol)

What is your lamb’s favorite weapon? Their least favorite? They love the axe and don’t like they blunderbuss

Would they ever let a follower embrace their dark desire to eat poop? No.

What is your lamb’s favorite season? there aren’t seasons anymore, hypothetically spring though.

Is your lamb’s favorite color something other than red? It’s light blue.

How does your lamb really feel about death? They don't.

Does your lamb use substances? Are substance banned from cult grounds? Alchohol is allowed but nothing else. Followers are allowed to indulge but only when the lamb allows it.

Freebie! Tell us any headcanon you want! My lamb has a habit of kicking things when angry/frustrated, this started before their capture but has become significantly more common once they started crusading a way to burn off their negative emotions away from the cult. They tend to raze any area to the ground they're crusading in to get as many resources as possible, and to burn off steam.

Narinder 50 questions and answers!

When did your Narinder aquire the Red Crown? Was he born into the role or did the crown choose him for a particular reason? During narinder's childhood any potential crown bears were marked and then raise in their respective god's temples only interacting with those involved with the faith and other's marked. Once they came of age depending on the current state of their temple/god. They would be given secret trials related to the crowns' domain. If they passed but weren't chosen, they would be sworn to silence to become head disciples for the future god. If they were chosen they would ascend, If it isn't a trial season when they come of age, they are given the choice to become missionaries and leave their gods lands or be sacrificed. The crowns are sentient, so they have a major role in this. if they start tiring of their bearer, the crown bear is defeated by another god etc. a trial season would start, basically a show on its marked parts to see who is “worthy” The crown selects its bearer, if it doesn't like you will not gain its power. The bearer before him had died defeated by a pair of twin gods and death domain currently sat unoccupied. Death's trials were notoriously deadly and all the other candidates who were of age hadn't made it/weren't chosen by the crown. Narinder was actually a bit young (2 years off of becoming of age) when he began his trials, but they hadn't been going well, and he stepped forward. I'm not gonna go into it in detail since this is already getting long (and i want to do a comic about this at some point) but the scar Narinder has on his chest is from this time and related to how he was chosen as the new god of death.

Why does the red crown find him worthy as a bearer? Spoiler I wanna make a comic about this see the end of the last question

What did his childhood look like? Did he live with the other crown bearers? It was complicated. Narinder had a relatively humble life in the beginning, just his mom, aunt and little siblings. however at a young age around 7? he was marked as a potential crown bearer/priest and was taken into the temple's fold. He still had contact with his aunt since she was a lower level disciple of current god of the red crown but not the rest of his family and he doesn't really remember them much. He met kallamar a year later who was in a similar situation and a bit older and kinda latched onto him. He met Shamura some time after but they are significantly older than all the others so they kinda stepped more in as a mentor/guardian type position vs kallamar who was still a teen. eventually heket came into the picture when narinder was hitting preteen time and leshy is the family baby and came to the temple right before everything started kicking off as a literal infant (aka a war between gods, that eventually led to there only being them left)

Does the Red Crown give him any unique powers such as the power of rot (a la TROD AU)? As a god yes, he could see when people were “meant” to die (though stuff like accidents etc could change this) and could rot/age things. As a not god he’s mostly normal though he can still use his third eye if focusing to read followers minds and see their intended death (the cults whole immortality thing makes this a fucking mess)

How did he feel about Shamura pre-exile? They had more of a mentor/parental relationship to begin with since shamura is significantly older than the others. They were very close when narinder was young/when he was newly ascended and shit was a mess but drifted apart as they got older and their ideals started clashing. Shamura had an idea of who and what narinder should be and do and narinder kinda hated that a lot epessially since shamura would encourage him to experiment and then chastise him when he did it “wrong” of all of his siblings they drifted apart first/the most even before his exile but he never thought shamura would go as far as they did.

How about post exile? He feels pity for them, and grief but their relationship is cordial at most now. They don’t fight and he isn’t cruel but of all his siblings, I don’t think they ever really fix things since they kinda do just have conflicting personalities at the end of the day and don’t really understand each other.

Which sibiling was his favorite? Least favorite? Before exile, honestly Heket but in a detached way. They were similar people with similar ideals and also didn’t interact enough/have overlap in things for them to fight over it, so they mostly just got along when they do chat After its kallamar, after everything they have an understanding and he's the first that Narinder actually starts trying to fix things with. Mostly because kallamar both makes an effort and knows were and what to push on.

What weapon did he use prior to exile? He didn’t he mostly fights with magic and hand to hand, if he has to he would use a staff

Do you have headcanons about who his witnesses or ‘bosses’ would be pre-exile? If so, who are they? Not particularly i honestly think of Narinder having a different structure to his cult than his siblings and having witnesses as a defense wouldn't have been necessary or really wanted.

Did Narinder take any lovers before his exile? Yeah a few, nothing ever super serious though (kept in physical and casual) and generally people who weren't his own followers. He never liked the power dynamics and how they influenced his relationships.

How did Narinder feel about his priests, witnesses, and followers? Complicated, he tries to keep his distance. (Death god in the death cult during the old faith was not a very Open role to interactions) he wishes things were different even then.

Does he have a dedicated meow button? Narinder makes a Lot of weird sounds, but no dedicated meow button.

Does your Narinder have any unique features? other than the stuff that is just based on his species, see next question. He has a scar on his chest, on his lower legs and writes and is missing his left pinky and ring finger and all the claws except the thumb on that hand. Oh and he has marks on his face from where it can split.

Is he based on any particular breed of cat such as a puma or a British shorthair? He’s a jaguarundi, wild cat native to the Americas

Describe his fur. Is it unkempt? Well-groomed? Curly? Kept short? Short and tough? It just a thing with his species their fur is just like that he is well groomed though. He kinda hates feeling dirty after being trapped for so long. Fun fact jaguarundi are one of the few cats naturally occurring “ticked” coat pattern and also come in 2-3 main color morphs depending on Where they live (this is why Xotchil is tawny actually not because of whean lol)

Is, and I cannot stress this enough, his tail so, so fluffy? Hm not really but it is v long

How ears is he on a scale of 1-10? (This is not a typo) 2-3 he is not very ears

Was he born with his third eye or did he gain it later from the crown? Got it upon receiving the crown, it was the crown’s gift after proving himself to it.

Any notable scars post-exile other than around his wrists? Chest scar, and hand

Did your Narinder have any disabilities prior to his exile? No

Does he have any new disabilities upon being spared? He has limited mobility in one of his hands and chronic pain in his joints.

How does he pass the time in exile? Time moves very oddly in the veil and depending on many things can either seem longer or shorter. Narinder honestly spent most of them time fluctuating between sleeping, daydreaming doing his duties and dissociating. a part of him was still free "metaphorically" to help guide the dead to the afterlife which would involve walking them through their memories and sometimes he would take longer than necessary with that just to escape for a bit.

Are the kits, Aym and Baal, really his children? (biologically) Nope.

How does he feel towards Aym and Baal? Ambivalent? Caring? Annoyed? They came to him Young. They are is sons even if it's not by blood. He raised them and cares a lot about them. They're one of the things that helped narinder snap out of the headpsace he got in the veil and begin focusing. even if they are both adults by the time they get out of the veil, if they needed him he would be there immediately. He loves them.

Why does he wear the veil? Or does he forgo it entirely? He started wearing a veil as a bishop as part of his image as the god of death. He started doing this at first to help hide his emotions, keep himself seperate. Afterwards it became more of just a preference thing, he doesn't wear them often but sometimes he like the added protection for his eyes lol.

How and when was the prophecy that he would rebel against the others revealed? My guy was not really involved in that, there was already was distance forming between him and the others by that point so, my narinder found out about the prophecy when the other went to confront and imprisoned him. For when the others learned it varied, but for a couple years at least.

How did the others react to this prophecy before it happened? Badlhy

Did he feel doomed by the prophecy? Relieved? Offended? Vindicated? My guy did not really get time to process there even was a prophecy before shit went to hell so. Complicated my narinder really REALLy hates when people try to dictate what he should be and how he should act and that extends to stuff like this. He kind hates the idea of fate or people having a set path.

What exact rebellious act got him chained in the first place? He felt like life ended too soon for some people, he wanted to see if he could change that. See above but the way his cult working and the role it played in the old faith started to Grate on him. He didn’t like something even death was inevitable especially since he knew their were already exceptions to it (his siblings, the ducks, etc) he wasn’t even sure what he would do once he cracked resurrection but he wanted to prove he could. And he started drastically changing his cults teachings in a way that didn’t align with the others to go along with that.

What are some of the biggest emotions he feels about being chained? Anger. Hate. Bitterness. Grief.

Deep down.. does he agree that it was necessary? No.

Does he have any remorse for harming his sibilings? If so, does he ever show it? No. And if it happened again he would fight even harder. He thinks them acting on a fate and doing what they did was destructively pointless and everything in the end was their own fault. Their actions have consequences, and as gods they should have known better, and as a family…. No he does not feel remorse for it. Let the past die, he has to move on if he wants to move forward at all.

Does he care that an entire species and culture was ended because of him? Yes. Again he thinks the entire thing was dumb and pointless. It’s hard for him to fully conceptualize since 1. He was not a sheep nor was he raised/lived with them before 2. afterwards all he was able to learn was about their lives after they died while being trapped. Its the kinda loss that’s nearly impossible to comprehend but he does care

What was his first impression of the lamb? This thing is weird. Interesting but weird (they reacted oddly to dying/him lol)

When did he realize the lamb might turn against him? Was he blind to it until it happened or did he have a gut feeling long before then? He had no idea, he honestly thought they would be upfront with him. Their own behavior does not fix this

Does/Did he enjoy the lamb’s visits? It’s a break in the monotony and once the lamb starts opening up and acting more on their true self he does like him. He likes how honest they are, and enjoys their talks. It’s why he was willing to “marry” them before being freed.

How does he feel about the lamb after being spared? Confused. Their relationship is a hot mess. But mostly just confused and off if we’re focusing on just after spared period. It gets worse later! :)

Does he support or partake in cannibalism? Munch munch (this is a cannibal cult lol, they are all cats and waste not want not)

Does he take a lover other than the lamb after being spared? If so, describe them! WHEAN WHEAN MY BELOVED. Whean (he/him) started as friends with Narinder (he was involved with helping narinder's physical recovery and also is just a very hard to phase person so was able to deal with narinder's shit long enough to gain his trust) and became more during Narinders and the lamb's roughest period. He’s faithless and doesn’t have the same view of nairnder as most of the cult does and that helps a lot. He’s the biological father to the girls. It was a Hey, i've decided I want kids, would you be willing to be the other half in this equation if I tell you I want these kids to Just be mine.” Situation. and whean was down, he's not looking to be a dad personally, doesn't really like kids. But he loves narinder and was 100% willing to help with this. Win-win for both of them, narinder gets kittens without strings attached and whean gets to help his best friend.

What is his biggest struggle after being spared? Fitting in with the cult? Seeing the lamb’s face daily? Chronic pain? After being spared, he had a very long healing process. It took about 2 years for him to regain enough mobility and to become healthy enough (his immune system is very bad at first) to finally really integrate properly into the cult with duties and become more independent. Narinder is missing his pink finger, and part of his ring finger on his left paw. And his middle, and pointer on that hand are missing their claws. He has limited feeling and motion in that hand even after physical therapy.

Does your Nari use any pronouns besides he/him? If so, what ones? He simply does not care actually. Fine with anything but most comfortable with he/him just because of familiarity. He falls somewhere on the nonbinary spectrum but doesn't care for or about labels and just sticks to he/him pronouns. This cat does not care about you or how you perceive his gender or presentation, thank you.

Was he born male, female, intersex, or do you have no opinion on his sex? Intersex and has the ability to carry children.

Does he ever wear jewelry or makeup? Yeah started wearing jewlery as a way to express himself and makeup as a bonding thing with the lamb.

Has he ever used catnip? If so, what happened? Yeah but it doesn’t do much for him personally so he doesn’t bother.

Is identity kept a secret from the cult? If so, do any of the followers recognize who he really is? HAHAHA NO The lamb framed their ascension/defeat of narinder as an inevitable thing to the cult, but still spoke of narinder with a lot of respect and devotion as someone really important to the faith. They got getting "married" when Narinder was still a god as the lamb, giving themselves to him, and they very much did not make a secret of this. half the reason narinder was/is so confused because they do still seem to view him with a sort of religious devotion while also Not. And when narinder did join, they expected him to take a leadership role alongside them, even if their word in the end came first. And since literally everyone even from the start is there still are a lot of folks in the cult who treat Narinder with more than just respect he'd get if he was just a normal person. A lot of the folks in the cult have taken on the lambs weird view of Narinder as something different, special and deserving reverence. even if he's no longer a crown bearer. Doubly since Narinder takes his “job” very seriously and actually does try to act in a leadership role ( he acts more as the grounded one handling smaller things and interpersonal issues, talking and mediating since my lamb while excellent at appeasement really doesn't like handling people's “problems”)

Describe his personality. He's angry and proud and bitter but like a big thing to me is Narinder is patient, almost to a fatal degree imo. He's not fast to act and prefers to wait and watch before interacting. However he does have a bad habit of making assumptions about how the people he "know" will act preemptively and getting really thrown off when they do anything different that what he expected (his original betrayal, the lamb deciding to fight for their crown, the lamb banning him from leaving etc)

(i am going to fully admit i pull some of his character quirks and behavior from my own cat nugget, girl has… Issues but isn't aggressive unless really pushed she's just kinda a mess and I've decided my narinder deals with issues the same way) When he is thrown off he gets very defensive and kinda shuts down. Not violent but extremely guarded and not quick to trust again. Even if he knows he's "safe" he doesn't care. He's collected, he's put together, he's not even really rude but he will do the bare minimum for you if you've hurt him. He won't go down to your level and hurt you back but he makes sure you are Very aware he's not forgotten and at least for now he hasn't forgiven. If you do push his hand then be sure it’s not going to be something he ever regrets doing.

Is he shy about any topics? Does he enjoy talking about anything in particular? Once a book is closed on something. (Ei the prophecy and him being chained, injuring the others) it is closed. Don’t touch it, we move on. He likes talking about plants! He’s not great at growing them kinda average but knows a lot about what they can do, he know a lot about things that can harm you in general and kinda likes rambling about them lol

Does he ever rethink the concept of sacrificing followers now that he is one? My lamb isn’t even willing to let people die of old age, do you think they sacrifice people. If anything narinder’s gonna go up on the alter himself if that’s what it takes to have them get over it (this is a joke)

Is his favorite food anything other than fish? If so, what is it? Meat. He like rabbit.

Free headcanon space! He is so fucking fast.

[writer-freak]

New years confession | Iso x Gn reader

Summary: You have a crush on the new agent Iso but just can't imagine him liking you back. You try your best to avoid him but during the New Year celebration at the headquarters, confessions are made.

Warnings: Gn reader, shy reader, confessions, maybe ooc Iso, english isn't my first language, otherwise fluff

Wordcount: 1.1 k

A/n: So I actually had something written for Christmas but it still isn't finished so take this in the meantime. It's my first time writing for Iso and I didn't know exactly how I wanted to write him so I just tried something out sorry if it is ooc. Finished that right now real quick so some things may not exactly make sense but I hope you guys still enjoy it.

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more

When Iso arrived you were unable to take your eyes off him, and the first time you talked your words got stuck in your throat. You were somehow able to play it off but Iso definitely noticed that he was the reason for your reaction.

You tried to avoid him as best as you could but somehow he would always find you. It almost felt like he was purposefully seeking you out, especially when the others commented that he seemed to not really talk to anyone else at the headquarters.

But you tried to push that fluttering feeling in the back of your head, you didn't want to read too much into the situation. You reasoned that maybe he is just not used to everyone else and finds you the most approachable. You convinced yourself that that was the reason and that if he just spent more time with the others everything would be fine.

When Jett and Neon asked you if you wanted to help with the party preparations you agreed right away. It was something that could give you an excuse not to talk with Iso while also keeping you busy.

Time flew by as you helped with the party preparations, making sure everything was perfect for the night's festivities. The thought of Iso's presence at the celebration lingered in the back of your mind, and the mere idea of spending the countdown with him in the room made your heart race.

The party was in full swing with everyone drinking, dancing, and conversing.

As the clock ticked closer to midnight you sought out a quiet corner, taking in everyone else from the sidelines. As you were lost in your thoughts someone appeared beside you, "Enjoying the party?" You could recognize Iso's smooth voice immediately, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You jumped slightly, caught off guard "O-Oh, yeah. It's great." you stammered feeling a familiar heat rising to your cheeks. As you looked up at him you took a moment to take in how the colorful lights were casting a beautiful glow across him. Before you could get too lost in your admiration he spoke up again "I'm glad." He said with a smile, for a moment it felt like the world around you disappeared, leaving only you two in this corner.

The new year now was almost around the corner and while you took a sip of your drink you could feel Iso's eyes constantly on you. Trying to break the silence you asked "Ready for the new year?" You looked into his eyes with a slight smile.

He let out a breath before a smile took over on his lips "Well, almost, there is actually one more thing that I really wanted to do this year," Iso admitted, his tone carrying a hint of anticipation. With curiosity in your eyes, you couldn't help but ask, "And what is it?"

Iso took your free hand into his, his eyes now locked onto yours. Iso's smile grew, and he took a moment before answering, "I wanted to be honest with you, to share something that's been on my mind." Your heart quickened the anticipation building. Iso's gaze remained unwavering as he continued "I've noticed the way you react when I'm around, the way your words get caught. It hasn't escaped my attention, and I can't ignore the fact that you've been trying to avoid me."

You shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how he would continue. Iso, however, tightened his grip on your hand reassuringly. "But tonight, I don't want to play it off or pretend. I want to be straightforward with you," he confessed, his voice carrying sincerity. "I've found myself drawn to you, and I can't ignore the connection that seems to spark between us. I'd like to spend more time with you, and get to know you even more."

As Iso spoke, the countdown to midnight echoed in the background, the excitement of the celebration reaching its peak. "So, what do you say?" he asked, his gaze holding a mixture of hope and vulnerability. "Would you be willing to spend the upcoming year with me, not just as a teammate but maybe as something more?" Iso's confession hung in the air, the weight of his words settling between you two. The anticipation in his eyes was palpable, and you felt a familiar tightness in your throat, much like the first time you spoke to him.

He had bared his feelings, leaving the decision in your hands. Iso's sincerity and vulnerability tugged at your heartstrings, and you took a moment, allowing the silence to linger.

A lump formed in your throat, and you found it difficult to meet Iso's gaze. The colorful lights of the New Year's Eve celebration seemed to blur, but you took a steadying breath. Iso's hand in yours provided a sense of comfort, grounding you in the moment.

"Iso," you finally spoke, your voice soft but resolute. "I… I've felt it too. The way you make my heart race and my words get stuck. I tried to avoid you because I just didn't know how to handle it."

You looked up, meeting his eyes with a shy smile. "But tonight, I don't want to play it off either. I've enjoyed every moment we've spent together, and I'd like to see where this could go. So, yes, Iso. I'd like to spend the upcoming year with you, not just as a teammate but as something more."

The countdown started, everybody loudly screaming around you but everything was drowned out when Iso took a step closer to you. He gently cupped your cheek and almost in a whisper asked "Can I kiss you?" You knew that your words completely escaped you at the moment so you just closed the gap between you two, putting your lips on his.

In the background, you could hear everyone cheering and screaming "Happy New Year!" Cheers and the sound of fireworks filled the air, but for you, time seemed to stand still leaving only the feeling of his lips upon yours.

As fireworks lit up the sky in an arrangement of beautiful colors you and Iso pulled away from each other, a shared smile on your lips. "Happy New Year" Iso whispered, his eyes holding a warmth that eased the nervousness within you.

"Happy New Year" you replied, a genuine happiness blossoming within as you realized that, perhaps, the new year held more surprises.

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

[thethousandxx]

Aim

Heyy, long time no posting new one-shots. I was very busy these weeks. By the way, this is my first x reader one-shot. The idea was credited to @kungfu-panda-imagines. But before anyone could ask, I AM NOT YET READY TO OPEN ANY REQUESTS INVOLVING X READER, I apologize. So, enjoy the x reader one-shots ;)

Warning : very long one-shot

Summary :

Young Lord Shen was forced to socialize with other royal peacocks, on an archery session. And you were the only one who was willing to accompany him.

"He?!" "Yes, he." The other peacock frowned. "Lord Yi," You called him as he grinned mockingly. "I thought only peacocks allowed to attend, (Y/N)." "Lord Shen is a peacock. A royal peacock." You corrected him, but he turned his face away. "What kind of royal who never attended social gatherings like this?!" He commented. "Lord Yi.." you muttered, slightly annoyed. Lord Yi glanced at Shen, who was exchanging some conversations with few peacocks.

"He doesn't even bring a bow." He complained. "We can lend him one," As you suggested, Yi widened his eyes for a while, turning at you in disapproval. "We?! Nope, this is getting worse." He said, grabbing his own set of bow and arrows and walked away. "Where are you going?!" You asked, following him. All of sudden, he shouted, "I'M NOT GOING WITH THAT SICK SNOWBALL-LOOKING BIRD, LADY! YOU CAN GRAB YOUR SET AND FOLLOW US OR YOU CHOOSE TO STUCK WITH HIM." You widened your eyes, this sure drew attention to some royals. You sighed.

Now, Lord Shen was barely talking to any people. You approached him, carrying your archery set. As you went closer, you observed him. This Lord barely attended any social gatherings, not even the royal school. So this was also your first time talking to him in person. And the first thing you wanted to do was to check whether or not those rumors about him were true.

You looked at his feathers--white feathers. You knew there was such thing in this world, even if it was called a "curse". His expression was cold and intimidating, as if he himself wanted to snap at anyone at this point. The best thing you could guess was that he was forced into socializing. And lastly..that pair of metal talons he wore, that made the "clink clank" sound everytime he walked in. Why did this peacock needed a talon to wear? You had been hearing rumors that he was quite invested in science. Was it because he loved it? Or, was his feet--

"I am not going." He stated quietly, but firm enough to snap you out of your thoughts. "..but-" "I said I won't." He slightly raised his voice. "Why? Is it because you don't bring your own set? I'll lend you mine." "No need to-" "Son." Lord Shen glanced back, looking at the other two peacocks behind him. They seemed to be his parents. "Fine." The young peacock Lord sighed. He grabbed your set. "Guide." He said shortly, looking at you in annoyance. You sighed, "Follow me,"

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Both of you walked beneath the tiny forest behind a palace. It had a beautiful view, but also a suitable place for archery, you thought. Though, this was not yet the place they were prepared to use for the archery event. As you two walked, there were barely any exchange of words between you. You were still trying to find the right topics to bring up. While Lord Shen looked distracted, or purposefully avoiding eye contacts. "..Lord Shen," you called him. However, he glanced for one second before turning back into the view. "Lord-" "Just say it." He said, a hint of annoyance in his words. "Have you been doing archery before?" You asked. To your surprise, he actually glanced back at you. "I am." He answered. "Oh, you are still." You started to smile. "Since when?" "Since I was born." You sighed, grinning at his sarcasm. "What are you actually wanting to say?!" He asked, confusing you. "What do you mean?" "Don't act." "I'm not?!" I said, confused. Lord Shen sighed in defeat, looking away again. You started to think that he heard what Lord Yi shouted back then.

"..are we supposed to walk there?" "Hm?" You snapped out of your thoughts once again, realizing that Lord Shen had stopped at a crossroads. "Is that a way to the archery area?" He asked once again, raising one of his eyebrows. You blinked few times. "OH! Right," You walked back into him, realizing that you took the wrong path. "We are supposed to walk to the left..wait. How did you know where to go?!" You asked him. "It's..forget about it." He said, about to walk away. "What if I don't want to?!" You said. "Why?!" "Because this is my house?! You are one of the royal peacocks who attend here annually, and I'm pretty sure none of you must have remembered the tracks." He was slightly caught off-guard, but Shen quickly composed himself. He was annoyed, but also didn't expect a seriousness in your voice.

He grabbed your hand and guided you to the edge of a nearby cliff. "Look." He pointed out. You narrowed your eyes at the sight, bending to the point of almost tripping yourself off the cliff. "Tell me if I'm wrong, that is the archery area, isn't it?!" Lord Shen asked. "Oh, you're right. It is! How can you see it in such distance, Lord Shen?" You asked him, as he looked away. You could see a little smirk he showed, but quickly brushed away after a second. "You have poor eyesights." He said. "Hm, but maybe it's you who has the eye of a hawk." You complimented him, observing his slightly blushing cheek's feathers. He feigned a cough, before walking forward. "Since you are being nothing but squeaks and stupid, I guess I should be the one to lead you to the area now." You rolled your eyes. "I have a feeling you looked at a map." "No, I didn't."

As Shen started to lead you to the archery area, he turned to be the one who "squeaked" a lot now. He talked about theories, logics, his inventions, and such. It was quite a tell-tale for you, an interesting one, not sure how the other peacocks would react to this side of him. Were you just curious of him? Maybe.

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Now, you two finally arrived at the archery area. And as expected, everyone was looking at you in discomfort, whispering at each other. You glanced at Lord Shen, seeing his annoyed but also ignorant face. They might questioned why you lent him your own set, silently being upset at you. However, they were still busy with their own archery set.

"..so?" Lord Shen finally asked. "So, umm.." your eyes travelled throughout the area, until you found a perfect place to settle down. "Are you going first, Lord Shen?" You asked him. Lord Shen looked at the bow. "Alri-" "Can't believe that you two manage to get a spot." You turned yourself to the voice, revealing Lord Yi who had just arrived. "Lord Yi, where were you?" "Anywhere except with you guys." Yi responded sinisterly, glancing at Shen. He returned the glance with a lot more serious glare. "Why are you here?!" Yi asked. "I don't understand what you want to ask." Shen responded. "Why don't you keep isolating yourself?!" Lord Shen glanced at him sharply as he continued to bother him. "Well, Lord Yi. Why are you still here?! We all have a target to aim." You cut their conversations, subtly asking Yi to mind his own business. Lord Yi only responded with a huff as he walked beside you, revealing that your spot was near each other, to the point of any conversations between you could be heard by each other.

"Just ignore him, Lord Shen." You said, as Lord Shen steadied himself. He looked at the target, who was far away from you both. Shen drew taut, his feathers wrapped tightly around the grip. He narrowed his eyes on the target. Slowly, he was about to release, but..

SNAP! Another arrow was shoot towards the target, much to both of your surprise. It missed the center point, though. However, Shen didn't let go of his grip, instead slowly lowering his bow as you two heard a laugh. Glancing at the other side, you saw Lord Yi smirking at you both. "What? I just wanted to teach him how to aim, okay?!" He said mockingly out loud, to the point that few other peacocks paid attention to you three. "I mean, I'm sure he barely go out of his room. Let alone training. We all know why, poor Lord." Lord Shen let out a small irritated huff at the mocking, was about to turn back to the target to ignore him before he looked back..

Seeing you made your way towards Lord Yi before you pulled his robe and glared at him. "Very childish of you, Lord Yi. Very childish of you." Surprisingly, Lord Yi was quite taken aback by your sudden mood change. As if he had never seen you, narrowing your eyes at him, pulling his robes and gripping it very tight, as if you were about to fight him. "Um, (Y/N)-" "You know, Lord Yi. It's quite brave of you to be boastful and demanding, refusing to follow the rules me and my family had provided for you. I already gave you a few warnings and now you pushed me too far." You said coldly to him. "O-but w-what are you doing?" He asked, a hint of tremble in his voice."What am I doing?!" You let out a fake laugh out loud, "I am only teaching this poor Lord who got ignored by the rest of his family because he. Has. No. Talents. Not even the ability to rule his land." You said, insulting the Lord in return, as he gulped in shame. "He can only demand." You said before letting go of his robe as he tried to stand up. "Now, I heard some merchants are allowed to enter the gatherings to offer some foods and jewelries. Why don't you just bury your depressed self there?" You insulted him, followed by few chuckles from nearby peacocks. Lord Yi looked at you, and Shen, back and forth. Before turned away in shame, picking up his arrows and bow.

You turned back to Lord Shen, who seemed to be..distracted? "Oh, Lord Shen. Did that just disturb you?" You asked him nicely, and the change of your tone snapped him out of his thoughts. You walked towards him as he cleared his throat. "Ah, no. I'm not." He said, a little stuttering as he looked away. You sighed, "..well, I guess I was. How about we take a walk somewhere else?" He glanced at you in a curious way. "But, I thought the archery-" "It's okay if you don't want to do it." You explained, before whispering, "Let's just say my parents were also forcing me to ask you to join us." Lord Shen nodded a bit. "Alright," He said, before his eyes traveled back towards Lord Yi.

"..You're okay with waiting for a few seconds?" He asked you. "Eh?" You backed away as he pulled out three arrows, once again stood up and steadying himself. He whispered, "This is for you," "Wait, wait Lord Shen--what?!" You asked, confused and surprised that he decided to shoot three arrows at once. This also caught the attention of few peacocks nearby, including Lord Yi. Not wanting to wait longer, he drew his arrows, narrowing towards the target, and released them. And to your surprise,

One of them hit the target. Two of them missed. But they kind of made a symmetrical line from the point they hit. Just as you gasped in shock, the target board fell towards the ground as well.

Lord Shen smirked in triumph, glancing at Lord Yi who was also shocked by the sight, before he looked back at you. "It falls. Will that make you mad?" He asked to you. You laughed. "No, why would I?" You smiled at him. And surprisingly, he reciprocated that smile. But before you could react further, he already grabbed the archery set and walked away. "Great, these things are mine now." He said. You processed his words for a few seconds before hurrying towards him. "Okayyy..! So you are now a Master at archery. And you demand my archery set I LENT you?!" You asked him, but he didn't respond and instead closing his eyes in prideful way. "What are you going to demand next, the archery zone?!" You shot him an annoyed look. He stopped on his tracks, looking at you in seriousness. You almost backed away because of this. "..and what does this mean?!" "Hmm.." Lord Shen looked away. "Yes." He said shortly. "Oh, great. And I thought you want me." You muttered, before was met with his glare once again. "What is wrong with you-" "Nothing!" He said as he turned back on the tracks. "You know, I don't need to show you the tracks anymore since you can go on your own. But you don't want to admit you need a company." You teased him as he was still refusing to look at you. "So, what are we going to do now? Are you going to show me another thing you're an expert at?" You said, before he finally looked at you. A tiny smile formed on his beak. "Hmm..well.."

"You are not going to believe this. But I brought some fireworks."

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Okayy did you guys survive reading the long paragraphs? I apologize, I was having a writer's block and I really wanted them to interact a lot before Y/N defended her newfound boyfriend colleague. I'm kind of careful when writing Shen, because he is such a complex character. I will be open to critics and suggestion though :D

[cosmicwhoreo]

I have a question and sorry if it's been answered before, tried to loon for it buuut couldn't.

So creamy peanut butter and gold choco...how did they well...start to grow affection for eachother? And what were their reactions when they realized they fell for the other? Also who approached who first?

Sorry if I'm asking too many questions just...discovered the ship aaaand I really like it! Lol!

Huh. well, I can only speak on Gold's end so:

I think for Gold, it was mostly the fact that PB was, for lack of a better term, a regular at his workshop. Being business partners meant that he was likely showing up at Gold's doorstep almost daily with new projects for him, probably indulging in conversation with Gold's usual cheeky banter. Usually, folks were either formally direct to the point of being cold, or nervous and avoided direct eye-contact with the Golden Smith.

PB's looks didn't hurt his eyes either, something Gold wasn't really afraid to tease him about, but y'know-

what probably caused him to "stumble" was when he realized that PB found his often purposefully god awful jokes and puns funny. Why? he couldn't tell you, but god as soon as he found that funny bone, he was merciless-

...And Gold's initial reaction to realizing he actually fell for PB? well, it was absolute HORROR. That the mere idea of even having a crush on his business partner was bad itself, but to actually be SMITTEN with him was terrifying to Gold.

Mostly because he was CONVINCED that if PB had ever found out, it'd likely be used against Gold for "special treatment" and little else. Being strung along like a love-struck puppet. After all, everyone in Gold's line of work had a self-serving agenda. Anyone out to make real friends here was either overly confident in their people skills, or an idiot. And he's not an idiot.

So with that typed, Gold likely would not be the guy to come out to the other first... Rather sit on his feelings or violently stomp them out for his own security till the end of time. HECK! Maybe he even got a little distant from PB for a time, instead of his usual touchy "buddy buddy" attitude. owo

@80bitesofsweets

[mslovett]

voted most likely to run away with you

rook hunt x reader.

rumours of you two being in a relationship are spreading like wildfire around NRC, how will rook respond?

p.s the reader’s gender is intended to be nondescript, however there is the use of “mon cherie” in this fic because french. sorry.

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the world was ending.

you were avoiding Rook. How could this ever happen? Well, he had an idea or two. After all, putting in some distance after almost the entire school had started not-so-subtly whispering about you together, wasn’t that unreasonable.

But it was absolutely unfair! And he’d have to put a stop to it, one way or another.

Perhaps he’d just show up to your dorm room at about two in the morning - it’s not like you could avoid him then.

The loud knock on your door scared the life out of you, considering the uncharacteristically early hours. You just had to check the time, and questioned if you should even answer the door, considering it was 1:58. AM. But after a short pause, the knocks continued, so you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and got out of bed.

Oh. Shit.

Rook was there, standing at your door way. And you had a feeling it was going to be awkward, since you hadn’t seen him in a week. Purposefully.

“Hi… what’s up?”

“Just my spirits, mon cherie, seeing your face again has lifted them greatly!”

he was eccentric as ever, but you were pretty used to that. “Oh… thank you. So, did you need anything? You know, it’s kind of late. Or, early, I guess.”

“Ah, yes. I need you.”

“What?”

“I need you to come with me.”

…

“Why?”

“I can’t tell you, it’ll spoil the surprise.”

well, you were already awake. “Okay, I guess I can go with you.”

“Wonderful! You might need this, it’s quite cold at this hour.” He handed you a black jacket, that had your name embroidered in gold on one cuff… and his on the other.

Your cheeks certainly warmed up fast, before you continued on your mystery adventure with Rook.

You had been walking for awhile, in comfortable silence, but when you could no longer keep track of the sheer number of tress you’d counted on the way, you had to ask where you were going. Or if you’d be there in a reasonable amount of time.

But Rook didn’t really give you answer, which made sense within the next few minutes as your walk came to a halt.

You were at a beautiful lake, with water so clear it seemed to glow even in the dark hours.

“Wow, it’s beautiful, how’d you find it?”

“I’m glad you like it. And a hunter must know his hunting grounds.”

“hm, I have to ask through, why’d you take me here at two in the morning?”

“I thought it was the right amount of romance for our first date as a couple. Just us, here, late in the night.”

date? couple?? “Wait, what are you talking about?”

“We’re dating, haven’t you heard, mon cherie?”

“But those are just rumors!”

“They don’t have to be.”

“…are you asking me out?”

“I’d love nothing more than to be yours, if you’ll have me.”

Once again, you started to flush. This was something you’d dreamed of, and now that it was happening you could barely get the words out of your mouth.

“Then I’m yours.”

Rook smiled, and he stared at you for a moment like he was just happy to be there, and then he spoke again. “Perfect. You might want to check your pocket then.”

confused as you were, you put your hands in both pockets of your jacket to check them, and from the left, you pulled out a small promise ring.

He was in it for the long haul.