#but he's somewhat of a darling in the fashion world

[florallylly]

i love a child model steve harrington au .... it's so heart to me

[taki-yaki]

I’ve got a prompt idea. Maybe this Tav is a natural mind reader, even before the tadpole, so she immediately knows Astarion is a vampire who’s terrified of being hunted down. Since I’m a sucker for protective Tav, maybe she keeps his secret for as long as possible, or secretly helping him find some wildlife when his hunger gets worse…

Oooh, I like the idea of this. I will take some notes from the Aberrant Mind Sorcerer subclass and the great old one Warlock subclass, which does have telepathy-themed spells and feats.

Astarion x Mind Reader Tav Headcanons

For as long as you can remember, you were gifted with telepathy, allowing you to read other people’s thoughts through a simple glance. You tried to keep this skill hidden from others, in the fear of what others would do to you if they ever discovered your gift, making yourself somewhat of a loner, preferring the company of silence to others.

However, fate thought otherwise, by being abducted by the nautiloid with a mind flayer parasite being unceremoniously inserted into you, amplifying your abilities tenfold, now being able to just read surface-level thoughts undetected, without having to focus on a singular person at a time.

This, unfortunately, leads to accidentally learning too much about your new traveling companions, with private thoughts now being picked up on, from Shadowheart and Laezel’s constant bickering being transmitted constantly to you, to Gale’s seemly never-ending thoughts leading you to have constant headaches whenever he goes off on a theory of his.

However, when you brush minds with Astarion, you quickly discover that he’s a vampire, a blood-sucking beast of the night. Seemly able to walk in the sun unharmed, thanks in part to the tadpole.

Every night at camp, you try to keep a close eye on his thoughts in an attempt to focus on what his intentions are with you.

Most of his surface-level thoughts range from either commenting on others' fashion choices, to practising his latest lines he wants to perform.

“Is Gale wearing new boots? They’d look better on me than him.”

“Hmm Laezel, sharp as a blade but sweet as a… no that won’t do.”

But something seemed to lie deeper, fear. Fear of what the others would do upon discovering your secret, knowing that you are more fiend than friend. It reminds you of your past self, wanting to hide from the world. Besides he doesn’t want to harm anyone, but just wants to survive like you. 

In an attempt to help him out, you try to discreetly hunt out and weaken boars to take back to camp and cook, in hopes that he can use the opportunity to drain the creature before the others get suspicious of his night treks into the woods.

Although this doesn’t last all too long before someone figures out he’s a vampire, you try to defend him, acting as if you are entirely clueless, much to Gale’s annoyance.

Eventually, others at camp notice how you stare at Astarion so often at camp, which makes them think you have fallen head over heels for him.

“Aww Tav are you eyeing up fangs again?” Karlach shouted at you from behind. 

This inflates his ego quite a bit, “Well, of course, I mean look at me”. This leads to him thinking you’ve fallen head over heels for him in his mind. Constantly thinking of ways to charm you in his head, causing you to turn your head away to stop reading his mind to avoid you from melting on the spot in embarrassment.

Despite your companion's comments, you’re always by his side, whenever you feel his saddest or fear you are there ready to comfort him.

One night, he jokes to you, “You know darling, you always seem to know when to be in the right place at the right time. It’s as if you can read minds, even without that worm in your pretty head.”

At that moment, it felt like time slowed down, did he know, were you being too obvious, what if he doesn’t want to talk to me ever again? What if-

A cold hand touched your chin, “Darling, are you alright? You looked leagues away then”

“Was it something I said? I only joked if that you could read minds, wait-”

Opening his mouth “Can you read minds?”

Turning to meet his ruby eyes, all you can do is silently nod. You wait with baited breath for him to yell out at you, or just get up and leave. But he doesn’t, instead giving you a tooth grin, excited by the prospect. 

Ever since then, every day he asks you non-stop, for either the latest gossip from others in camp or teasing you by thinking of all the inappropriate things he’ll do to you, when you are talking to others, to just simple things by stating how beautiful you look today. Eventually, the others catch on to your abilities since Astarion couldn’t keep his mouth shut for all too long and explained the constant silent staring.

Despite his relentless teasing, you still use your powers to check if anyone had any nefarious intentions with Astarion, ever since the meeting with the Gur you want to protect him from anyone who could be a spy for Cazador. For all the work you put in to ensure his safety, he tries to repay you, through other means.

Going around camp to make sure that Shadowheart and Lae’zel stop their squabbles, to Gale’s overthinking. At times if it gets to be too much for you, he’ll take you away from camp to try and give you peace of mind. He even offers you tadpole elixirs to try and reduce the constant stream of thoughts from making your head explode, especially when you reach Baldur’s Gate.

After the tadpole is gone, it takes time for you to adjust back to your usual abilities, having to relearn them. You and Astarion decide to settle down somewhere quiet in the countryside, away from busy buzzing minds. Both of you seem to have quite a bit to relearn, from his spider climb abilities and regenerative healing to your telepathy. But this time you’re not alone, you have someone who isn’t afraid of what you are and accepts you for being you.

[pollymorgan]

Ex-Husband Negan Part 10

Warnings: Hot sex with a camera in hand.

Later in the evening, I found myself sitting in my garden with Negan. Our daughters were sleeping elsewhere and we were alone. It was already dark as I sat on a plastic chair, wrapped in a blanket, sipping on my too strong whisky, while watching Negan build a fire in the small bowl in front of us. I was still very angry with him, of course because of the weird flirting with Lizzie's acting teacher. But mostly, because he didn't see how his behavior hurt me.

Yet, watching him now, focused on the fire, made my heart race. The way the flames illuminated his slightly tanned skin and every single wrinkle. Damn, he looked forbiddenly good. Every year a little more. That damn bastard.

When he was satisfied with his work, he sat down on a chair opposite me and stretched out his long, slender legs. After taking another big sip that burned slowly down my throat, I said, "If an apocalypse ever breaks out, I'll stick to your heels..."

Negan watched the flickering fire intently, his eyes glowing in the special light.

"Darling, I'm certainly not the only one who knows how to move wood to make it burn..." he grinned.

I shrugged, "No, but you're calculating, ruthless, and ruthlessly selfish... I think that would be an advantage in such a world..."

We were silent for a moment, staring at each other until he calmly said, "That may be, but fuck, I would do anything for you and our daughters. Not just in such a situation, but immediately and without hesitation..."

We talked for a while longer, and I have to admit, I snapped at him quite a bit. But I just couldn't let everything slide anymore. If things were to somehow work out between us again, and not just in the bedroom, Negan had to finally accept my boundaries.

Later in the evening, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a white towel tightly around me before heading to Negan's bedroom. He was tapping on his phone, but immediately put it down as I entered the room.

"Hallelujah, I believe I see a damn angel, should I confess, or why this heavenly encounter...?" he said in typical Negan fashion, making me roll my eyes. But then I couldn't help but smile.

"You confess? Sorry, but even the lifetime of an angel wouldn't be enough for that, although they are immortal, right?"

Grinning mischievously, Negan shrugged, his eyes roaming over my body, "Do you know what I'm thinking about right now?"

"What?" I asked, hoping for something somewhat sensible to come out of his mouth this time, although the chances weren't very high.

"Our little honeymoon video..."

-19 years ago-

I jumped in surprise as the shower curtain was suddenly pushed aside. I had been lost in thought and hadn't noticed Negan entering the bathroom. When I turned to him, he stood there, grinning, holding a large black camera in his hand, which he had bought with our wedding money. Quickly turning off the water, I asked incredulously, "What are you doing?"

"I'm filming our honeymoon!" he declared confidently.

We had just gotten married and left for the coast the day after the wedding. We had rented a small beach bungalow, but we hadn't seen the sea since our arrival yesterday. However, we were already quite familiar with the bed.

"Today is the 8th of July, 2004, and my beautiful wife is in the shower, lathering up her perfect tits..." he narrated the situation, pointing the camera at me.

Slightly annoyed, I rolled my eyes, "But we can't show this video to my parents..."

He looked at me joyfully, his dark eyes twinkling, "No, baby! The recordings are just for us... and now just continue where you left off!"

Slightly hesitant, I continued to spread the foam on my cleavage, taking my time. I first gently touched my breasts, then squeezed them harder, gently pinching my nipples to make them harder. Before I took the showerhead and rinsed off the soap.

Negan watched every movement closely, chewing lightly on his lower lip.

"Fuck, my wife is stunning..." he whispered softly into the camera, making me tingle all over with the way he looked at me.

"Come on, my darling, tell us what we've experienced so far..." he commanded.

I tore my gaze away from him and looked directly into the camcorder, "Mhh.. My incredibly hot husband has fucked me four times since we got here..."

"Did you enjoy it?" Negan confidently asked, and I nodded vigorously.

"Is your sweet pussy happy?..." he asked, grinning.

I replied with a smile and a clear 'yes'.

"Come on, show it a little to the camera..."

Instantly, I felt my cheeks flush even more than they already were. "Negan..." I said uncertainly.

"Come on, my angel... in a few years, we'll be glad we have this film..." he said expectantly.

After a few seconds of my mind racing, I looked around the small shower stall, "Oh, I don't know how, there's not enough space here..."

He reached out his hand, "Then come on, onto the bed with you..."

Feeling nervous, I took his hand and stepped out of the shower. As I walked past him towards the bedroom, I could feel his gaze on my wet body.

"Holy shit, what a hot ass..." Negan called after me before quickly following me.

I slowly climbed onto the big bed, the covers still tousled and clearly smelling of sex. Hard, good, uninhibited sex.

He licked his lips eagerly as he held the camera. My hair was soaking wet, and the water droplets ran down my skin, giving me goosebumps.

"You're so beautiful..." he whispered to me in a deep voice as I began to caress myself gently. Starting with my breasts again, but quickly moving down to my stomach, drawing small circles while my legs were bent but still closed.

"Come on, sweetheart, show me where you need my hard cock..." he commanded, opening his pants with one hand to give himself some freedom.

I placed my hand flat between my legs, covering my warm, aroused vulva. Then I spread my legs wide, eliciting a satisfied sound from Negan.

"Play with it a little... make it nice, wet and ready for me..." my husband ordered with the camera in hand, and I immediately did as he asked, even though it wasn't necessary anymore since I was already more than aroused.

Gently, I ran two fingers through my folds, spreading my moisture. Then I applied light pressure to my swollen clit, keeping my eyes only on Negan. He watched me for a while, enjoying how I softly moaned his name, until he finally remarked, "Sweetheart, that looks incredibly delicious..."

I withdrew the two fingers that had just entered me, bringing them directly to my mouth. Slowly, I moistened my lips with my juices and then licked the rest off with relish.

"I think you should try it yourself..." I winked at him, watching his Adam's apple bob up and down as he stared at me with his mouth slightly open.

Immediately, his expression turned into a wide grin as he positioned the camera on the small cabinet behind him and quickly checked if everything was in frame.

Then he climbed onto the bed with me, never breaking eye contact. Not even when he ran his tongue all the way through my center, taking in as much of my essence as possible.

His touches made my body tremble. Instantly, his soft lips placed kisses on my most sensitive spot. I desperately searched for something to hold onto. It was so intense that I needed support. Eventually, my fingers buried themselves in his hair, pressing him closer to me. As he licked me to the brink of madness, my thighs shook, and a powerful orgasm engulfed me after a short time.

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

A Popstar Grian AU - Ari AU (Part One)

Or, @angeart and I put Grian through a lot of pain for no good reason.

Hello! Like two people showed interest in my post about Ari AU, thus here we are. This is not really a 'fic', but it isn't a short summary either. Let your mind go wild. Let your imagination be free. Read my words, boy.

This is Part One. Part Two is here. Part Three is here. Part Four is here. Part Five is here. The tag for this is #ari au.

But before we start, some introductory things you should know.

This is scarian. Don't read if you do not like scarian.

Grian uses he/she pronouns and is transfem genderqueer, I tend to default to she as it helps differentiate her from other characters a lot, but I mix it up.

I somewhat based this AU on attitudes towards celebrities / stars from the 2000s - present day, so this can be read as a period piece in some ways... This concept started with the song 'The Fear' by Lily Allen. I recommend giving it a listen.

This is the "real world", so no hybrids, no respawn, no "code", etc.

CONTENT WARNINGS for this Part: stalking, physical assault, attempted sexual assault, drugging, mentions of vomit, hospitals, me autismposting about music genres.

You can always stop reading! The AU starts out pretty tame and gradually gets, well, worse. But I promise it has a hopeful ending! Eventually!

(also please ask me questions, send ideas, reblog, comment, etc. because I love this AU a lot) (and thank you to Ange for enabling me and adding amazing scenes to this au)

Album One: ‘Sunshine Sedative’

Grian, better known by her stage name ‘Ari’, is a popular singer-songwriter embarking on a world tour to promote her latest album, Sunshine Sedative. The album is indie pop-y and bright, exploring themes of romance, self-empowerment, and subtle references to gender and sexuality. Grian’s style on-stage is hyper-feminine, flashy, and fashionable. He’s known to be a bit prickly, demanding, and stubborn off-stage, slow to warm up to the people around him.

The tour bus carries both Grian and her key crew. Pearl (marketing, PR and organisational work), Impulse (costumes and tech), and Mumbo (tech assistant and main contact for Grian’s manager). Though Grian likes to self-manage, preferring to do her own make-up and plan the set-lists for her own shows. 

Recently, Grian has been running into some issues with stalker fans and online haters, receiving some threatening messages on social media. Mumbo tries not to let him doomscroll on his phone too much, even going so far as to confiscate the phone while on tour. This is Grian’s biggest tour- no one was prepared for her to become a star or “indie darling” type- and the fans are… a bit crazy.

After the anonymous threats, Grian agrees to get a bodyguard. This is where Scar comes in. At first, Scar is a little terrified. The company he works for advised him not to annoy or upset Grian, and to always call her Miss Ari. Never disagree with her or do anything he isn’t contracted to do. 

Scar throws all of this out of the window pretty fast. Yes, Grian is especially difficult when they first meet, but Scar can tell it’s because Grian is stressed. About the tour, about the fame, about the threats. 

A show results in Grian getting a sore throat, and Scar offers her some tea with honey, rambling on about how his mother used to make it for him when he was sick. Grian begrudgingly takes the tea, and tells Scar to just call her Grian from then on. She’s not a fan of the blurring of her private and public life.

Eventually, Grian gets bored enough to rant to Scar about how Mumbo won’t let him use his phone anymore, and Scar offers to sneak it back to him. They have a laugh scrolling through celebrity news and playing silly games together. Then they get found out and both get a stern talking to from Mumbo and Impulse. (Pearl laughs at them in the background).

As Grian’s tour starts selling out, more tour dates are added, extending their time on the road. Scar continues to sneak Grian’s phone to her, pushing her to have fun rather than scroll through hate messages. It seems like a peak moment for Grian, delighted by the idea that she has so many fans, and beginning to develop a bit of a crush on Scar. Grian even starts acting a little nicer.

Tabloids and Stalkers

The fame comes with more caveats than Grian anticipated. One day, while Scar and Grian are reading some dumb article on Grian’s phone, she receives a random message from a burner account. It’s a picture of Grian, through a hotel window, half dressed. Grian recognises the hotel, one they stayed in a few nights ago just to get away from the tour bus.

Someone knew she would be there. Knew what room she would be staying in. There is a vaguely ominous / threatening message attached. It makes Grian never want to step foot outside again. It makes her feel sick. Suddenly she can’t focus on anything around her.

He has a panic attack. 

Later, as Grian is pacing the floor of the bus, he’s told not to make an announcement about the stalker. She decides herself not to go to the police, and, after some hesitation, not to cancel the tour. They can’t disappoint all those people. 

Over the next few shows, Grian gets closer to Scar. Both because they get along so well, and because Scar is there to protect her. He's clumsy and funny and once he starts talking about something he likes, it’s hard to get him to stop. Grian finds him incredibly endearing and, more importantly, incredibly safe. 

But things are bad. Grian can’t even go to a public bathroom without Scar checking to make sure no one is waiting for her. He feels constantly watched, constantly on-edge, constantly afraid. The paparazzi don’t exactly make it easier.

Tabloids love Ari. She’s a superstar, a real diamond in the rough who came from nothing. They’re obsessed. Anything she does in public can make a tabloid front page. As the tour goes on and her songs rocket up the charts, it only gets worse. The flashes of the cameras have started to scare him.

Scar is an angel, dealing with the paparazzi professionally and confidently. He stands in front of Grian and chases the cameras off. But it feels like they can’t go anywhere. They can’t do anything. Even when they stop at another hotel, Grian can’t tell if the people outside are stalkers or journalists.

The pictures on the tabloid front pages are no longer stunning shots from the shows, but rather blurry snaps of Grian trying to escape the cameras. Images of Grian, wide-eyed and scared by the surprise of a camera flash, before she could put on a fake smile. Grian, through a window in the parked tour bus, with teary eyes. Even private moments are no longer private.

Media outlets start to pay for more intimate photos- anything the journalists might get fired for trying to snap themselves. It gives the stalkers (there are certainly multiple, now) more incentive. Grian keeps the curtains closed in every building he visits, and draws the tiny blinds on the bus. 

Relationship Goals?

In the meantime, Grian’s crush on Scar is getting more obvious, but she’s afraid to say anything. Dragging Scar into this, with all the harassment he would face if they revealed they were together, isn’t what Grian wants. She flinches away when Scar offers a comforting touch, not wanting to risk a photograph. 

Scar is the one, then, who takes the initiative. He sits with Grian on her little fold-out bed at the back of the tour bus, all curtains drawn and the door closed. He holds her close and tells her firmly that no one is going to see them here. They're traveling at 50mph on a motorway and no one can even see through the windows anyway. And that's maybe just enough for Grian to let himself lean into Scars touch. Admit his feelings. 

There’s a sense of shame he's carrying with them. He shouldn't have fallen for his bodyguard- someone who has to stay with him, contractually. She tries to say as much, going on and on about all the terrible risks Scar is bringing to himself by dating her, but Scar cuts Grian off by kissing her, anyway.

As soon as the media gets a hint of the relationship, things seem to go downhill. Diehard fans don’t react kindly to Grian’s choice of man, especially the ones who want to have her for themselves. Someone throws something at Scar when Grian is leaving a show, hitting him on the head. It isn’t a bad injury, but it bleeds a lot, and Grian only feels worse about it when Scar insists he’s okay.

Actual Bodily Harm

The fans seem to get more… intense. Stalking and threats of harm increase, while the fans' behaviour at shows seems to get worse. As the tour is nearing its final few weeks, people start to throw things onto the stage. The first time it happens, Grian cuts the set short without anyone really noticing. The next time, someone throws a glass bottle, and she walks off. 

He tries not to make a big fuss about it, simply leaving without playing a single song. She feels awful, of course, for leaving the normal fans without a show. Perhaps they should refund the tickets, or something. She doesn’t even notice the glass shards in her foot until Scar points them out, horrified. 

Pearl convinces Grian to take a picture of the injury and make a PSA post on social media. Even when the adrenaline wears off, Grian’s resulting breakdown seems subdued. 

No one throws anything at the next few shows, except for a trans pride flag. Grian wears it as a cape, and feels amazing, for once, hearing the cheers and screams of joy at the gesture. She loves that she can be a symbol of hope and love for so many people. It’s even enough of a boost to get him acting more like himself again in private: mischievous, bright, and creative. 

It is near the end of the tour when things go completely, utterly wrong again. Grian and the crew all go to a bar after a show, to celebrate the last week of the tour. Three more shows, and then it’s over. Grian is in somewhat normal clothes, compared to his usual getup, but still puts on his persona just in case they've been followed by the paparazzi (again).

Everyone's having a nice time, drinking a little and hanging out. As always, it is nice to be getting away from the bus. Pearl and Impulse buy far too many shots, much to Mumbo’s dismay. Grian laughs and jokes and raises her voice, not caring if she’s croaky the next day. 

He doesn't notice someone watching him from across the room. Doesn't notice them slip something into her drink when she goes up to the bar. She pays for another pint, and they strike up conversation. Giddily, she chats with them, rambling about how good life has suddenly become. As he sips his drink, he doesn’t register how focused on him they are. How their dark eyes don’t leave him once.

It’s fine, until she stumbles, on the way back to the booth everyone's sitting at, and the stranger catches her before she can fall with strong arms. They're talking, but Grian isn't really listening. She’s nodding along and mumbling about needing to get back to the booth. Back to her friends.

It feels wrong. They keep hold of her shoulders. They're saying something about getting her home safe. Something about how they've been waiting for this…

He realises what’s happening far too late. Panic clutches her chest for a split second. Long enough for him to call out for Scar. She's already being manhandled out of the door before Scar comes to her rescue. Thankfully, by a miracle, close enough to hear the cry for help.

Grian knows something happens to the stranger, because they're on the floor and bleeding. Voices buzz, muffled, around Grian. There are more hands on her. She doesn’t like it. Her head hurts. Scar’s hand is bloody as he hugs her. Grian passes out.

Hospital Visit One

The crew, quite obviously, take Grian to the hospital. He was drugged, and it’s clear what the perpetrator wanted to do. It shakes them all, left wondering whether the creep knew who Grian was, or just randomly targeted a drunk stranger on a night out. Either way, none of them want to go near a bar any time soon.

On the way to the hospital, the press capture pictures of Grian unconscious, or half-awake with no awareness, and by the time the morning rolls in, the papers are already speculating about addiction and ‘gone wild’ narratives. When Grian wakes up, still slightly delirious, he's told, hesitantly, by Pearl, that they have to release a statement soon in order to clear his name and control the narrative. Grian can’t find it in herself to cry about what happened.

Before any statements are made, the police come to talk to Grian. They arrested the perpetrator and searched their house, not that it’ll result in much. They show Grian pictures of rope, duct tape, knives, and a poster from her tour. 

Feeling numb, Grian takes a moment to go throw up in a bin, then tells her team she wants to make a statement now. She wants it recorded, as she is, now. Pearl and Mumbo try to argue that it really isn't a good idea, without a script and looking… bad, but Scar and Impulse back Grian’s choice. Reluctantly, Mumbo grabs one of the nice cameras from his car- the bus was far too conspicuous to park at a hospital- and they record.

They don't know what Grian’s going to say, but, put basically, the video explains everything that has happened- from the stalkers to the glass to the drugging- and apologises to the fans who did nothing wrong. And even the fans who just wanted to know some gossip, because they weren't really to blame. Then she announces that she's cancelling the rest of the tour. 

Mumbo shuts off the camera. Everyone apart from Scar is a bit shocked. Incredulous. Shouldn’t they talk about this? Is it worth it to cancel at the last hurdle? Scar cuts off the protests, pointing out how insensitive it is to try and make Grian perform after everything. Grian stays quiet as Scar somewhat lectures the others. It’s a rambling mess of an argument, but it works. They apologise. 

The statement video is posted online, and Grian is left to rest. Scar remains at his side.

Once Grian is checked over and discharged, they get back to the bus fast. She retreats to her closed-off space at the back of the bus, telling everyone to get on with their jobs. Once she's alone, she replays the images the police showed her in her mind. He thinks about what could have happened. He thinks about the stranger's hands on his shoulders and at his hips. She remembers that she started out just wanting to make music, and she cries.

[slaymitchabernathy]

Society Smiles

| this story was inspired by the song 'Good Luck Babe!' by Chappell Roan |

| “when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night, with your head in your hands, you’re nothing more than his wife” |

"The most attractive thing about a woman is her smile."

Those words have been engrained into Soarynn's mind since she heard them one day at school. One of her classmates had asked their male Professor what he deemed the most attractive quality of a woman. The room had filled with snickers as everyone prepared themselves for a somewhat sexist answer. He'd chuckled and paced the front of the room for a moment before coming to a conclusion and uttering those ten words that changed Soarynn's entire perspective.

She remembered looking over her shoulder at Coriolanus Snow who sat in the back of the classroom with his friends. He was slouched in his chair, his legs spread wide as he leaned back. He'd given her a smirk and she'd felt butterflies in her stomach.

Since she was sixteen all Soarynn had thought about was getting married. Some girls didn't. Some girls had large ambitions and wanted to be doctors or politicians, to really change the world.

But not Soarynn.

Her father always supported her dreams, he was pleased to find that his high society daughter had taken a liking to their customs that some deemed "old fashioned." She attended cotillion classes, and learned how to be the perfect upper-class wife, the society darling.

Eyes bright, chins up, smiles on.

Soarynn was quite possibly the most well-mannered girl under the age of twenty-five in the entire Capitol. She laughed at every joke, smiled for every photograph, dressed effortlessly for every occasion, and above all, she knew her place. She never strived to be an overachiever or to be neck and neck with her male classmates.

So it was no surprise when Coriolanus Snow chose her to be his wife.

They began their relationship after graduating from the Academy. That summer before University was the time when Soarynn got properly acquainted with the personality of Coriolanus Snow. She found out exactly how he liked his coffee, how he liked to be addressed, greeted, treated and, above all, respected.

He expected perfection from her in every way. Neither of them could afford to falter, not when they were at the top. They attended galas and banquets together and he proudly showed her off. Coriolanus became a constant source of stability for Soarynn. If she ever had any doubts about how to act, he was quick to correct them.

He was quick to mold her.

Sometimes she wondered what her life would be like if she chose to go in the other direction if she craved more independence. She didn't linger long with those thoughts though, she couldn't afford to, not when there was a husband to make happy and people to please.

Coriolanus proposed a month after they graduated from University. Their wedding had been a high society wedding with all the bells and whistles. Soarynn had been positively glowing at all the praise their wedding received. Several news outlets commented on their wedding and it only fed both of their egos.

'Coriolanus Snow swoops up the Perfect Bride' 'Soarynn Snow was the Picture Perfect Bride' 'The Perfect Example of Capitol Wealth' 'Snow Lands on Top as Coriolanus Snow secures the Perfect Wife'

That type of praise meant everything to Soarynn. She'd clipped out the headlines from the newspapers to frame in their penthouse. If society deemed her perfect then she had to be perfect, right?

Soarynn felt herself questioning that way of thinking as she slipped on her dress for tonight's party. The Heavensbees were throwing an extravagant party to celebrate another year of the Hunger Games so the Snows had of course been invited. Coriolanus was good friends with Hilarius Heavensbee which meant they were always guaranteed an invitation.

Appearances mattered at things like these events so Soarynn had spent the entire day preparing herself to be the perfect society wife she was always meant to be. Her soft blonde hair was perfectly styled, not a hair out of place thanks to her favorite hair stylist. Some might see her getting her hair professionally done once a month as an extravagant expense, one that was not required. But Coriolanus had certain standards that Soarynn had to live up to and he was more than happy to pay for all her beauty treatments as long as he was the one to reap their benefits.

Soarynn got her nails and hair done monthly, not to mention the clothes she had custom-made for her and all the skin treatments she did as well. She was perfect.

Once she sat down in front of her vanity, she carefully applied a bit more powder to her face as the finishing touch for her makeup, not wanting to look like she was trying too hard. Because she wasn't, obviously.

Coriolanus walked in and tore all her pestering thoughts of out her mind the second she laid eyes on her husband. He was entirely too handsome for his own good and he knew it too. He was charming, sophisticated, hard-working, and above all, he was a Snow.

Being a Snow came with certain privileges that not everyone was given. It elevated your status almost to the one that the President possessed. Soarynn had marveled at how differently she was treated once he slipped that wedding ring on her finger. Coriolanus was used to this type of treatment by now but thought it was adorable how she'd reacted at first.

Soarynn was more than used to her new status by now and always expected to be treated with the utmost respect.

He walks over to his side of the closet, pulling open the drawer that holds all of his neckties. Most men in the Capitol are limited to a certain wardrobe. A nice suit, black leather shoes, and a white button-up to go underneath. But Coriolanus managed to spice such a simple formula up with things like neckties and cufflinks and set off quite the trend amongst the elite men.

“What earrings are you wearing tonight darling?”

Soarynn hears him but doesn’t quite register his question as her thoughts begin to creep back into her mind. Why did they even go to these things? Who cared about things like flaunting one’s wealth?

“Darling?”

Soarynn looks up to find Coriolanus standing right in front of her, a concerned look on his face. “Oh. Um, my earrings? I’m not quite sure yet,” she says, turning to face her vanity mirror again, “is there a certain pair you’d like me to wear?”

Soarynn knew her husband all too well to know that he loved getting to decide what she wore. And it helped that he had relatively good fashion sense. “I was thinking…these,” he says, pulling out a red velvet box from his pocket. Soarynn eyes the box through the mirror and her heart beats a bit faster that premice of a gift. When they were dating Coriolanus showered her with gifts and that’s continued throughout their relationship and into their marriage.

Sometimes it was a new handbag, other times it was a shopping spree. Soarynn’s favorite gift had to be her darling cat, Petunia, who Coriolanus claimed looked just like her when he was choosing which kitten to take home. Petunia had been a gift for their one year wedding anniversary and Soarynn adored the cat with all her heart.

“I assume these earrings will match your cufflinks,” Soarynn says playfully, turning and gently taking the box from his large hand, into her small and dainty one. Coriolanus chuckles and scratches the back of his neck, “You know me too well.” She certainly did. Every moment, every breath, every smile and laugh was perfectly curated to please her husband and Soarynn’s husband was always pleased.

Soarynn smiles up at him before opening the box and she lets out a soft gasp. The earrings are beautiful. It looks as if a gold wire has been fashioned around itself over and over again until it was large enough to hold the large-looking pearl that hangs from the gold wiring. It’s stunning, really.

Soarynn runs her fingers over the jewelry, “Oh, it’s beautiful, absolutely beautiful.”

Coriolanus places his hand on the top of her head, smoothing her hair down, “Well I’ve been more than pleased with you lately, and good behavior ought to be rewarded where I’m concerned.” The comment isn’t lost on Soarynn, that she’s been well-behaved. He could’ve said that it was a token of his affection or that he simply thought of her when he saw the earrings but he didn’t.

He bought them because she was well-behaved.

And she knew that her husband loved her. He said it at the altar, in front of friends and family, and he said it when they were alone. But did he mean it? Did she mean it when she said it to him? Perhaps they were more in love with the ideas of each other rather than the actual person.

Still, she can't afford to linger in her pessimistic thoughts right now, not when they have somewhere to be. Coriolanus hates being late.

꧁ ꧂

"I honestly don't know what he expects," Livia says with a sigh, her red-colored lips turned down in a slight frown, "it's not like I don't want children. And yet Urban seems adamant on placing all the blame onto me." Soarynn nods as she listens to one of her good friends speak about her problems with getting pregnant. Livia Cardew married Ubran Canville two months before Soarynn married Coriolanus and they've been trying for a baby for quite some time.

Soarynn knows that Coriolanus wants children, expects children. But not right now. He'd even shut her down when she had asked about removing her birth control implant before their wedding day. "I can't afford any unwanted surprises," he had told her. Still, she'd love to have a child of her own someday and Livia does as well. "It's not your fault Liv," Soarynn says softly, "he's simply upset. You both are."

Her eyes travel along Heavensbee Hall until they settle on her husband, standing tall among the other Capitol elite men. It seems he's already been watching her because her blue-gray eyes meet his piercing blue ones for a moment before he looks back at Festus Creed, a close friend and associate of his.

"Well it's not about him, now is it?" Livia snaps, the alcohol making her tongue all too loose. Soarynn only drank socially and she made sure to keep a watchful eye on the level of her consumption through the night. She wouldn't want to embarrass her husband with a drunken scene.

Soarynn sighs and shakes her head, "No, I suppose it isn't about him. But do be patient, these things take time you know." Livia hummed but didn't seem too convinced, thankfully, the announcement was made that dinner was ready to be served. Soarynn was quick to find Coriolanus who placed a hand on the small of her back as they found their seats and then pulled out her chair for her. "Thank you," she says sweetly, watching as he takes his own seat.

He nods, "Of course darling. And have I told you how wonderful your hair looks tonight?" Soarynn is practically glowing from his words of praise. She'd gotten her hair done three days ago and it looked perfect. It was just the right length, color, and shine for a Capitol lady like her. "No, but you do seem keen on flattering me tonight," she teases, placing a hand on his knee. Coriolanus shoots her a grin before their attention is brought to Hilarius, their gracious host who is standing up to make a toast.

"Family and friends," he says, raising his glass, "tonight serves as another reminder of who we are. The best of Panem." A grumble of agreement passes through the room, everyone in this room is here for a reason. Because they're the elite, on top. "There's no other way I would want to celebrate another successful year of the Hunger Games than with the best company Panem can provide. To the Hunger Games." Soarynn repeats the phrase as she lifts her own glass up although the sentiment is slightly lost on her. She doesn't really care for the Games the way that others do.

Dinner is brought out in several courses and Soarynn remains ever delightful and polite whilst talking to those around her. "Did you see the girl Tribute from District Three?" Clemensia asks Soarynn as she cuts into her food. Soarynn shakes her head, "I don't believe I caught a good glimpse of her. Why? Was she offputting?" Most children from the Districts came to the Capitol covered in dirt and ridden with diseases. That's why they were kept in the money pen at the zoo.

Clemensia scoffs and puts down her fork and knife before she leans towards Soarynn from across the table, "Worse than that. She was actually somewhat attractive! If she was given the proper styling then she could've passed for a middle-class Capitol citizen." Soarynn furrows her eyebrows at that claim, and it's a rather bold claim in her opinion. Soarynn clears her throat, "Well, I'll have to watch back and see what she looked like."

The grin on Festus Creed's face lets Soarynn know that she's in for a rather vulgar set of words about this Tribute. "She made me want to hop into the arena for a few minutes," he jokes, pulling some laughs from the men around them. Including Coriolanus. Soarynn eyes him but says nothing, it's not the right place or time. "She was rather attractive," Coriolanus admits before taking a sip of his wine, "but looking like a heap of bones certainly wasn't helping her chances."

While Soarynn won't say anything, she can always count on Livia to speak up and she does without fail. "You do realize that you're talking about a child right? And one from the Districts no less." Festus rolls his eyes and shoots Urban a look, "Perhaps you aren't used to the way men talk when women aren't present Livia, but this is skimming the surface of the topics we discuss when we're alone." Soarynn frowns and sets down her cutlery, no longer hungry.

Does Coriolanus talk about her this way? Or other women for that matter?

She's done everything right to keep him interested, to keep him happy. Is it not enough?

꧁ ꧂

"You always know how to make my good nights a great night darling," Coriolanus grunts as he thrusts into her again. Soarynn gasps and her back arches off their bed, her nails digging into his shoulders, "Thank you," she whispers. He'd been in a great mood after the party, probably because he spent the majority of it talking about the attractive qualities of other women. Soarynn had smiled through the entire ordeal, her professor's words ringing through her head, "The most attractive thing about a woman is her smile."

She held onto those words like a lifeline tonight, desperately attempting to stay above the water. While the men openly discussed women's bodies, how they wanted them to look, to act, Soarynn was the quiet and obedient wife her husband always expected her to be. She was perfect even though it killed her inside.

She can feel his thrusts beginning to grow more erratic and she knows he's close, "Fuck," he grits out, his hands squeezing her hips tighter than before, "your cunt does it for me every time Soarynn." Soarynn lets out a whimper and it's not from pleasure as he husband finishes inside of her. Normally, she loves it when they have sex, when he finishes inside of her and says all sorts of things to her in the heat of the moment. But not tonight.

Coriolanus pants above her before pressing a kiss to her forehead, "Let me finish you off." Soarynn is quick to shake her head and plaster on another smile, "It's alright," she tells him, "I think I'd rather just wash off and go to bed." Coriolanus has always been a good lover in the bedroom, making sure that she always reached her peak as well but she's not in the mood to be touched and manipulated tonight by his fingers or his cock.

He frowns and gently cups her face in his hand, "Is everything alright? Did I hurt you?" Soarynn sighs and shakes her head again, "No, everything was perfect as always. I'm just a bit tired is all." That seems to be enough to convince him because he nods and helps her into the bathroom where they shower together, washing the day off of them. "Livia certainly has a mouth on her," Coriolanus mumbles as he wraps his arms around Soarynn, resting his head on her shoulder. Soarynn hums and watches the water wash down the drain, "She's just more outspoken than other women." She's dealt with enough beratement of women tonight and she won't see one of her good friends fall victim to it as well.

His hands splay out across her stomach, "Makes me glad you know how to behave. I bet Urban set her straight the second they got into the car. I can't imagine having to deal with that behavior on a daily basis." Soarynn pales at the words he so carelessly uses when talking about another human being. Rarely does Soarynn ever get snippy or bratty with Coriolanus, and when she does he's quick to put her back in her place. "Well it's a good thing we get along so well," Soarynn says softly, her stomach now in knots. Coriolanus presses a kiss to her neck, "My thoughts exactly darling."

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn dreams that she's a Tribute in the arena.

It's down to her and that girl from District Three that the men wouldn't stop talking about. Clemensia was right, she's quite pretty all things considered. Both girls are battered and bruised and Soarynn can hear the crowd screaming out for them to finish each other off. She looks up at the crowd and spots Coriolanus along with several of their friends, all their gazes scrutinizing as they look down at her and her current state. Her bottom lip quivers as she realizes that she's been reduced to the likes of a District citizen and all for their entertainment.

"Well," the girl calls out, a spear in her hand, covered in blood, "it's just you and me then." Soarynn frowns and looks back up at Coriolanus. Why isn't he helping her?

The girl notices him in the crowd as well and she laughs. She laughs so hard that she begins to cough up blood, "He...he doesn't care about you," she wheezes. Soarynn shakes her head, her fingers tightening around her own bloody spear, "You're lying. He's my husband." The girl tilts her head and a cruel smile spreads across her dirty face, "Then why are you in here and not up there with him?"

Soarynn feels her mouth drying as she searches for an answer and the girl nods, "See? You're just entertainment for him, something to show off and fuck whenever he's bored." Soarynn shakes her head fervently, "No I'm not. He loves me." The crowd grows louder and louder, eager for bloodshed. "Get on with it!" Someone shouts, "Prove your worth you dirty girl!" Soarynn doesn't know who they're talking to but it spurs her into action and she takes off running towards the girl. Their spears clash against each other as they fight to the death. Soarynn shoves her spear harder and throws the girl off balance.

"KILL HER!" The crowd screams.

Soarynn pulls her spear back and runs it through the girl's abdomen, watching her fall to her knees before she falls over. Soarynn pants as she looks up at the crowd, for Coriolanus and his nod of approval but instead finds him laughing, mocking her. "The winner of the Hunger Games, Coriolanus Snow's wife," the announcer's voice booms throughout the arena as the crowd cheers.

Soarynn falls to her knees, was that all she was? His wife? She just won the Hunger Games and yet Coriolanus was given more credit than she was. The girl coughs up some more blood as the life slowly fades from her eyes, "I told you so," she whispers before she takes her last breath.

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn wakes up with a gasp, clutching the sheets as she looks around the dark bedroom. Coriolanus is sound asleep next to her, not a care in the world. Soarynn feels sick like she might throw up. She hasn't had a dream like that ever in her life but she feels horrible. It felt so real.

She thinks about waking up Coriolanus, asking for words of comfort and kisses and hugs but she decides against it. He'd only tell her what she wants to hear before rolling over and going back to sleep.

A single tear falls down Soarynn's face as reality begins to hit her. Whether in the Capitol or the arena, she's only of value as long as she belongs to him. As long as she's his wife.

With her head in her hands, she's nothing more than his wife.

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[your-friendly-sociopath]

Thank you for following me and I also write content myself so if you have any requests go ahead and ask but if it's all right can I please ask for a platonic yandere Alastor or angel dust with a quiet darling that has abandonment issues and mental health issues so they wear Jirai Kai fashion as a coping mechanism

And can it be where the darling gives them a gift as a way of saying thank you

Something like this

I'm sorry if this is too much

It's not to much, and I'm happy to write 😁

Platonic Alastor

Alastor first met you in the living world

You were a waitress working at the little diner across from his radio station

He regularly visited in the mornings for a cup of joe

He always sat in your section, which was accidental at first

Whenever you came to his table he started to talking to you

Not like friendly small talk

But grand and wild stories about some strange person he had interviewed, or intense descriptions of the murders he reported

Though it was strange to you at first, you grew somewhat comfortable around him

Which was something that scared you

You didn't want to get to attached to this man, only for him to just up and leave

Alastor seemed to sense your apprehension and did whatever he could to let you know that he wouldn't leave

He even became some sort of father figure for you

Which something you had never really had

Eventually you grew to trust him

Alastor would always come in the mornings to chat with you, and come by on the evenings to walk you home

So as a way of showing thanks to Alastor for being such a good friend, you have him a little black bow tie with cute lace ribbon

Alastor was over the moon when you gave him this, and always wore it in your presence (to your delight)

After giving away the bow tie he started giving you little gifts as well

To you this was a harmless and sweet gesture

But Alastor knew what it really was

He always gave you small accessories to wear as a way to show that you were his

You were his child, you belonged to him

He was gonna protect you forever

His little fawn

"Never fear, my dear fawn, I'm here now and I will never leave you.."

[verdemoun]

What Mitski song do you think each of the gang members would resonate with if they listened to it (if you don’t listen to Mitski than replace her with any emotional/vent songs to associate with them) Also do you think Kieran and Molly would bond over being somewhat hated in the canon timeline? (Fun fact! Kieran helps Molly out of the wagon when the gang arrives at Shady Bell :])

I will respond to all asks I promise but this sent me into a tailspin because @themodernpr0metheus and I talk about this regularly. Also I don't think you're legally allowed to be gay And depressed without listening to Mitski.

People who actively listen to Mitski: Arthur, Javier, Sean, Lenny, Jenny, Karen, MOLLY, Trelawney, Annabelle, Jack, Isaac, Abigail Jr.

Molly and Kieran are besties I love that scene I want to believe they were almost-friends in canon era just with Molly usually sulking at the edge of camp when she was mad with Dutch meanwhile Kieran sulked at the edge of camp to avoid being physically or verbally assaulted. They text constantly and Molly will always send Kieran a photo of a horse whenever she sees one.

Dutch: I Bet On Losing Dogs (very specifically reminded of his last canon interaction with Arthur) and I'm Your Man (his relationship with John, his favorite son). Mental breakdown levels of distress first time he heard those songs. Walking up to his nurses asking to be sedated levels of distress.

Hosea: Me and My Husband. He loves his wife infinitely. That doesn't mean he won't always love Dutch too. It really was always just him and them together. He really did bet it all he had on that.

Arthur: Two Slow Dancers. As much as he loves that he gets to grow old with Charles he is terrified of getting old and aging bit Mitski makes that fear okay.

John: A Pearl. He knows Abigail has always tried to understand how he struggled to move on from VDL era but sometimes she doesn't get it and he feels the need to apologize for the way he is.

Javier: Love Me More. Absolutely blames John for him having issues with needing constant validation and affection in relationships. Kieran is happy to supply though they are very happy and secure.

Bill: Shame. Someone tell him internalized homophobia went out of fashion.

Micah: Everyone. Not that he would ever admit to listening to Mitski. Micah thinks he is a victim and had no choice but to become the villain everyone thought he was. I think Micah is a jackass.

Charles: My Love Mine All Mine. He is soft and in love with Arthur and it is beautiful.

Sean: Remember My Name. Sean, to everyone's surprise, is actually the one who deals with the most existential dread over the fact the legend of the VDL gang was already mostly forgotten by modern era. Feels like his life has been too hard to just be forgotten, y'know? But definitely knows his completely average modern life is nothing memorable to anyone other than his found family and feels like he's already lost his five minutes of fame being an outlaw in 1899.

Lenny: Stay Soft. Between being on the run for murder as a teenager, being a young black man in 1899, and losing every meaningful relationship in his life (Father, Jenny, Sean), he actively has to learn to be soft again and be emotionally available in timewarp era.

Sadie: Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear. Because she always has and always will find a way to make things work so her darling soft husband never has to worry about a thing in the world.

Karen: Nobody. Look me in the eye. Watch the music video. Imagine Karen Jones. Also, asking Sean to see her when they borrow John's tent at his party?? She gets it.

Uncle: A Horse Named Cold Air. Will pick at banjo strings to play creepy tune at campfire, with strange southern warble in his voice howling the 'ooh's.

Abigail: I Don't Smoke. Look she knows it is unhealthy but sometimes she's just gotta romanticize those shit years with John pre-1907.

Grimshaw: Square. Dutch doesn't mean to do it but he absolutely infects anyone he's in a relationship in ever with a brain worm where they still feel themselves faulter under his gaze or attention. She didn't stay all those years just for the sake of the gang. She stayed for Dutch.

Strauss: Fireworks. He still has a lot of angst about losing his sister and family immigrating to America.

Trelawney: Pink in the Night. Bouncing through time just to kiss his wife humming strange tunes she's never heard because he's such a romantic.

Kieran: Drunk Walk Home. He likes the screaming. Had very dangerous edge in his voice when he sings you know I wore this dress for you and the gang are too afraid to ask.

Molly: Why Didn't You Stop Me? Very much about no one physically trying to stop her in Beaver Hollow when she was clearly drunk and saying shit just to get Dutch's attention.

Jenny: Townie. She holds onto a lot of anger over being abandoned by her parents as a teen, dances like a wild spirit when Townie plays and is utterly entrancing.

Annabelle: I Guess. It was her early timewarp anthem when she was coping with finding out Dutch turned so evil and became everything they both hated while she held onto the ideals he inspired in her. It is simply her song.

Bessie: I Will. Heavily based on her efforts to keep Hosea with her when he has his moments of hating getting old, self-loathing, or the itch to do outlaw activities. And when she thinks about him leaving in canon era to continue being an outlaw while they were married.

Jack: I Don't Like My Mind. Word for word was written for him. Might be awkward being around the gang being so much older he doesn't remember a lot of them clearly but would rather have that awkwardness than be alone with his thoughts.

Isaac: Last Words of a Shooting Star. He's got a lot of feelings about death and relates to wanting that relief of knowing when he's doing to die.

Eliza: Old Friend. Both her modern era friends and some members of the gang do not understand how her and Arthur can be just friends when they have a child together so when they want to hang out as friends it is very secretive which makes it feel even more obnoxiously like an affair. Charles always knows because he naturally one of the few people who understands they are just friends, who both love their son, and Eliza adores Charles.

Jake Adler: Star. Makes Sadie dance with him whenever it plays which she hates (no she doesn't she loves it. If they get married again it's going to be their song).

Abigail Jr: Strawberry Blond. She can't wait to be old enough to be in love and subsequently ruined by it. (this is John's rule she's not allowed to be in love until she's at least 18)

[aro-pancake-writes]

As I have brain rots of one Sam Coe, just watched Kinky Boots, and I'm a bit of a sucker for fashion, let's do this.

Spoilers for the main quest.

AFAB/NB Dusty.

Also, Dusty is smol, somewhat curvy, but hides their body with looser clothes.

(the song I listened to while finishing this up)

"So, the Lounge. Are you sure about this?" Sam asks me, waiting at our rented room at the Volii hotel, while I finish getting ready in the bathroom.

"Yes, cowboy." I say, touching up the last details of my makeup and adding another layer of hairspray on my hair. It took long enough to make, and like hell it'll fall at the first chance it gets. "We gotta get the VIP balcony for Walter. It's not my fault that they decided to make this damn meeting at the lounge." Tho I'd never admit aloud that I'm loving the chance to dress up a bit. It's been so long.

Taking a seat on a stool, I put on the high heel boots and zipping it up. It's sparkles and sequins all over, matching the short red and black dress. It's unusual, different from anything I've had since leaving Neon.

The dress is tight, barely long enough to reach the middle of my tights and cover what really matters, the bust almost has my breasts popping out. A stark contrast to the working boots and cargo pants I've grown used to.

Taking in a deep breath, I get up. It takes a moment to find my footing again after so long, but it's as natural as before after a couple steps. I'm ready to face the world.

~~~

There's the sound of heels on the metal floor, as they step out of the bathroom.

"So you're ready to-" Sam turns to look at the captain, and stops. He'd never known they could dress up like that.

His gaze is burning, making them regret the choice of clothing and covering their breasts with their arms, taking a step back into the bathroom to change into their usual clothes.

"You look..." Like someone straight out of his wet dreams. He's looking for words, feeling his pants getting tight and about to burst. "Amazing."

It makes them stop mid-step. He likes it. He has a lot in his mind, and none of it include leaving this room before someone comes charging for it.

"I'll just change to something else..." They start, turning away from him. "It was a dumb ideia."

"Don't you fucking dare to change." He pulls them back against his body by the waist. The heels make up for the usual height difference between the two of them, putting their hips level up with his perfectly.

They take in a second to process his words, the way he's holding on to them, and the... That's not his pistol in his pocket.

"You'll stay right in those clothes. But I'll have to be close to you all night, darling." He's possessive when whispering in their ear. "If anyone else touches you, I might go feral."

~~~

Leaning into his touch, I allow myself to smile. I've wanted him to look at me as more than just the captain for a long time now. And it feels conflicting. I also want him to look at me in my normal self, but this attention feels great.

"We gotta go, Cowboy." I say, stepping away from his grip. If I stay there, we might not leave this room.

He grunts as I open the door, heading out to the elevator.

The city is exactly the same, at all hours. So we go straight to the Lounge.

Despite the overly possessive cowboy keeping a hand on my waist all the way, there are still glances and people catcalling me. Some back off when Sam looks at them sideways, others require a growl, but there's one, at the door to the lounge. He stops right before us, smiling at me.

"Hey there girly." He stinks of fish and Aurora. Of course. "Bet ya I can do you better than Laredo here."

"Don't think so." I say, grossed out and pulling Sam to go around the guy instead of buying a fight.

Not that we could get inside before he wrapped a hand on my arm, pulling me from Sam's arms.

"Are ya sure? I'd love to know how much he's paying for you, then." Paying? Do I really look like...

My train of thought is cut by me falling into Sam's comforting arms, and the man on the floor with a hand on his chin.

"Please, sir," Sam's politeness is uncanny, "do refrain from touching my partner. They're already taken."

Before there can be any answer, we're slipping into the lounge. I hold on tight to Sam's hand, not wanting to get lost from him.

I want to make a beeline for the bar and get us that VIP room, but I'm held back in the middle of the floor. Turning back to Sam, who pulls me up against his body and into a dance, I'm about to melt.

No. I need to remember what I'm here for, and it's not to dance with the cowboy.

I try again to make my way to the bar, but I'm held there as he moves against me.

"Darling, we need to make it like we're not here on business." He whispers in my ear, and I really need to step away from him. But, he's right. Pleasure before business is the way things go here.

One drink, two drinks, a dance, and I'm confident that I can order that VIP room.

Sam keeps me at his hip as we go back to the bar. I have my face on his neck, basking in his scent as he talks to the bartender about the room.

There's laughter from the bartender, and I look at him.

"You don't feel like giving us a show, then?" His question makes me blush. "Here. Go on. You'll enjoy it."

I take the key and we leave the bar with a bottle of vodka.

The room is quieter, comfortable with a sofa and a large window overlooking the dancefloor.

I hear the door closing, and find Sam stalking me like a predator. He's hungry, and I'm the only meal be wants. I watch, standing in the middle of the room, as he sits on the sofa and gestures for me to join him, sit on his legs.

I go, taking slow steps, and turn to sit next to him.

He's not taking it.

"Not now, Sam." I say when he tries pulling me up. "We still have to leave here at some point, and I'd rather not have a cleaning bill."

"And I'm willing to pay for it. But whatever you're comfortable with, darling." It's his turn to lean into my neck, laying soft kisses and bites. "We can go back to the hotel right now. What do you say?"

He leans back, looking into my eyes, and I kiss him. It's our first kiss, and no one would say do on the way we've been touching eachother for... Months now. The soft caresses, looking for any excuse to touch, any reason to be near...

"Let's go then." I get up, ready to leave this place, the loud music and flashing lights.

"Just one thing first." He stops me with a hand on mine. "Don't want you to be cold out there." He places his jacket on my shoulders. Damn thing is bigger than my dress.

I slip the jacket on, taking a second to enjoy the scent of leather and Sam it bears.

[hautevaux]

@phoenix-flamed asked: Alright, so for Founder only knew how long at this point, clothes had been the absolute least of Elwin's worries. But now that things were less dire, and humanity as they knew it was no longer on the brink of annihilation, and other good things that, while causing discomfort in the present, would ensure a better and equal future for all... "Miles" found himself with a new problem: looking presentable. Cursebreakers weren't exactly known for their fashionable attire. It was all about practicality, sturdiness, and above all else, protection -- but even if his life as a royal was long-since over, a new chapter in life called for new changes, and a good place to start in his opinion was with his appearance. Which is exactly why he was seeking out the greatest tailor he had ever known, a rather hefty pouch of gil clutched in hand. With any small measure of luck, Vaux was not only still around, but was still thriving with his craft enough to help, too.

Throughout the madness that had came from the complete change of the very world around them, Vaux had somehow managed to stay on his feet. He had not been without loss or injury - no, his sister had unfortunately perished in one of the scuffles that had consumed many, and two of his seamstresses had passed while on a trip to the Dhalmekian Republic - - but now on the mend and back to work, Vaux was moseying within the store.

'Pon hearing the bell chime, he slowly makes his way out of the back of the store where fingers had been brushing adoringly against new fabrics and patterns, and raises his gaze ready to offer greeting - - but instead finds himself pause, all but briefly, and then a ever brighter smile casts over features that still appear somewhat forlorn.

"Darling-!" Quickly do heeled boots pace across bright, marble flooring; arms raising to throw around shoulders in a tight greeting. "Never did I expect you to walk through my doors this morning-! I feared you'd returned to aether." Full glad was he that he was wrong, at that - he'd lost too many and too much already and the unsteadiness of surroundings cities and continents were yet affecting all. To know that one he cared for had survived all of the madness was comforting, indeed.

"So to what do I owe the pleasure, darling---?"

[blazedrawsstuff]

Harey Cadabra, son of Amaz-O!

Harey Cadabra Son of Amaz-O

Parent

Amaz-O

Age

16

Killer Style

What any self-respecting magician likes to wear: A nice tuxedo or suspenders, some fashionable pants, dress shoes, a tie, and of course you can’t forget the tophat.

Freaky Flaw

Even as a gentleman, I will admit, the confidence I have in my skills can go to my head. And I will absolutely freak out if something goes wrong when I’m showing off!

Pet

Introducing the one, the only; Dynamo! An absolute darling of a dove he is.

Favorite Activity

What else? I love to perform magic tricks for the other monsters. To hear the “ooos”,  “aaahs”, and applause from the audience is music to my ears.

Pet Peeve

I can’t stand it when people try to figure out the secret of my magic tricks. I’m all for being inquisitive, but a good magician gives his secrets to nobody.

Favorite Subject

Drama and Film. I consider myself fond of the special effects, it’s like stage/movie magic!

Least Favorite Subject

Journalism, the thought of the secrets of my magic tricks getting out makes me freak!

Favorite Colors

Red, White, and Black

Favorite Food

Magic Middles, those delectable little cookies with filling in the middle. You were expecting something with carrots? Perish the thought, that’s merely a stereotype.

Friends

Felix Luck (OC) Horrley Emcee (OC) Gooliope Jellington Jaclyn O' Lantern (OC)

Abilities

Enhanced Sense of Smell Like all rabbits, Harey sense of smell is much better than the average human Enhanced Hearing Like other werebeasts and rabbits, Harey can hear things that are miles away. Enhanced Speed Like other rabbits, Harey is faster than the average human, specifically he’s able to run at 30 mph. Rapid Hair Growth Much like other werebeasts with fur, Harey’s hair grows fast, and thus he has to shave it pretty often. Enhanced Leaping As with being a wererabbit, Harey can jump higher than the average human.

Skillset

Stage Magic Naturally being the son of a magician, Harey knows all sorts of illusions and magic tricks to put on a show. Acting With the world of stage magic comes theatrics, and boy does Harey know how to pull off a good performance.

Personality

Harey is two types of men: a showman and a gentleman. He is always willing and excited to entertain others through his magic tricks while maintaining a suave, polite, demeanor. That being said, he can be a bit arrogant and a show-off, though not as haughty as some of the more meaner students. He is also somewhat of a perfectionist and tends to worry easily, especially when messes up a trick.

Trivia/Additional Information

Harey’s first name is a play-on the name “Harry” with “hare” while his last name comes from “Abracadabra”, a common word used for magic spells. Though ironically Harey is a wererabbit, not a werehare, as rabbits and hares are different animals. Harey’s birthday is March 14th. The month comes from the month “Bad Hare Day” was published, as well as the phrase “mad as a march hare”. The day comes from the day “Bad Hare Day '' episode of the Goosebumps TV series was aired on Fox Kids. This makes him a Pisces. His headcanon voice is Kyle McCarley, who voiced Wizard Cookie in Cookie Run Kingdom. His pet’s name comes from British magician Steven Frayne, who’s known by his stage name; Dynamo. His pet also a dove based on the infamous dove magic trick.

[fair-night-starry-tears]

Fuck y’all. Get the new story!

Disclosure:

The story of My Perfect Good World takes place after the intervene event

Darling no longer attends to NRC and attends to a female boarding school at the Shaftlands

Takes a few months after prior said event

Darling is just vibing

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It was a new morning, currently it’s summer for the girl. As she awakens to the glowing sun, she rose from her bed and slip into a new gown. As the girl lives somewhat new to her current situation. She doesn’t live alone, but she sorta does at the upper levels. Her dad had purchase her a house away from the Sage isle. It was immediate but she never blame her father. Her first month of summer begins where she was. She’s at the first half of her summer, as the girl had wore a simple gown and long dark stockings, as she began to roam her new home. She grew familiar of it over soon. Darling started to ravel in the situation, as she checked on her father. Who was always at the study room underneath the house.

As Darling arrived downstairs and knocked on the door, her father only spoke through the locked door. “Oh. You’re awake? That’s good. Sweetheart. Do you mind going to the store soon and pick up some broth and hunt for some meat. Take the hatchet this time.” He said. Of course. Her father never left the room, only for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But she don’t blame him. She knows he’s working on something. She just can’t interfere. She left the underground level and got her coat and winter boots on. Even grabbing her father hatchet. It was small. But easy to put in a purse with a concealer scarb on. Then she just left. The girl walked through the winter cold. Wondering why her father ever choose a cold area when they always prefer living in the warmer coast. She never asked anyways. A good girl never ask her father why. She headed to the market, and entered. Quickly moving some aisle to aisle until she stop to a young man voice. “Darling?” The girl jumped. As she quickly turned. And faced her high school upperclassman, Joseph Manfred, the boy she sought with love. But never confessed to him. What a pity. “Darling! It’s really you!” The blonde boy said with a big wide smile. “Oh. Joseph. Good to see you.” She said, nonchalantly. Joseph made a smile, wearing something clearly fashionable and dark color. Purple and black been his favorite theme. “Sorry for the scare earlier.” He said. “It’s just….. I haven’t seen you for a while.” He added. It’s so true, sorta. The girl did left Night Raven under immediate notice from her father for her safety. Not his own. “Say. Darling, want to get coffee later? I know a nice shop around the block. What do you say?”

The girl stood blank for a moment, “I’ll just…..” huh. When was the last time she gone out. Maybe one coffee couldn’t hurt. “Sure. After my run.” She said. “Here. I’ll help.” It took the two shorter amount of time to collect the necessities. They paid for the meals, and left the store. But Darling had to think over the meat in question. “Say. Darling, what’s with that face?” Joseph asked. “Oh. I just….” She mumbled. “Me and father have…. A very unique taste for meat. We like a good wild game.” The response didnt shook the boy, he seem rather calm. “Oh right. I remember camp. Fine. We Can drop off the groceries at your place. I’ll head with you. I can’t let your pretty hands be tainted.” What a charmer. Though, Darling has been wearing gloves. Plus. Extra hands could be nice.

Though, surely after the hunt. Comes a new surprise at the end of the day. After all, it won’t be long ‘YOU’ figure out the ‘research’.

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire

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Bsd men and what they call you

Dazai’s big on teasing, so expect belladonna to slip past his lips every other minute, especially if you work at the ADA with him. He’s also a big fan of darling and sweetheart, though most of the time it’s teasing, the tone borderline condescending (he 100% babies you in public /lh). When he’s being serious however, he sticks to love, though there was this one time during a moment of vulnerability that he called you his ‘soul’. 

Let’s ramp up the predictability with Ranpo, shall we? Calls you anything sweet related. Sugar, sweetheart, honey, honeybear, cupcake. Though he did once call you the ‘World's Greatest Detectives Assistant’, but that quickly turned into the ‘World's Second Greatest Detective’ (Poe was heartbroken /hj). 

When Ranpo’s being serious he’ll call you by your first name, it’s probably the only time you’ll hear him use it too.

Shibusawa didn’t quite get the hype behind them at first, saying they were ‘dreadfully boring’. With that being said however, he quickly warmed up to calling you his beloved. He thinks it’s classy and charming. Whilst he doesn’t tend to experiment with pet names very often, he does call you his ‘most precious of jewels’ every once in a while. Admittedly he doesn’t really understand why you get so flustered when he does it, he’s just being truthful after all (he does think your reaction is very cute though). 

Fyodor usually sticks to the more old fashioned pet names, he’s a man of class after all. My love, darling, and my dear are all very common, both in Russian and whatever your mother tongue may be. Though Fyodor, much like Dazai, is a very teasing man, so he’ll often call you his little myshka (mouse). He also strikes me as the type of guy to call you his ‘good girl/boy’ after you accomplish something, so be prepared for that (it always comes off as somewhat mocking). Pet names don’t change when he’s being serious, it’s the tone that does, so don’t expect anything too vulnerable. Though once when he thought you were fast asleep he risked calling you his ‘salvation’.

[chill-pills-yandere-haven]

The Boys Trying to Seduce You (pt. 1 probably. Kaeya and Zhongli)

An: sorry for sort of dying on you guys, burnt out of Genshin :( but here you go, have some Kaeya and Zhongli trying to seduce you head canons. And they're actually head canons this time, yay! I think I've used all the Kaeya and Zhongli gifs now tho lol

Tw: no. They're actually going about taking you in a somewhat normal way, if not manipulative and exploiting.

Kaeya:

SO DAMN NATURALLY SEDUCTIVE!!

Kaeya would totally start off with his darling as a charmer then move to being more coquettish. Starting by being so sweet and charming you can't help but feel drawn to him, then spontaneously ignoring you and being cold. See through the act too late? You'll end up as one of Kaeya's toys, completely wrapped around his finger even though you see his manipulation. And trust me, you aren't the first, or the last.

 If you can see that the coldness is an act early on and ignore him, he'll do everything he can to get your attention and if he does have it, well… he will practically malfunction.

 Kaeya was abandoned as a child, he secretly craves the love and attention he was derived from early on. This will cause him to crash hard when you first ignore him as long as it looks natural or said darling seems too innocent to intentionally do this. He's downed at least two whole bottles of dandelion wine in his bedroom, crying into a pillow and mind racing about what he did wrong. The clothes, the vaguely seductive way he speaks, it's all to get attention, honestly, boi just needs a hug.

Placed with another coquette, whoever is truly less needy for connection and affection will win. Which, if you don't have abandonment and separation issues like he does, you're guaranteed to win.

That one is one the more interesting routes where you basically give Kaeya a taste of his own medicine and get him chasing after you, desperate for just a taste.

Zhongli

HE WOULD BE SO HOT WHEN HE SEDUCES!!!!!

His normal yandere type is this dominant obsessive figure who will tries to woo his darling before trying violence. 

Definitely a rake.

This means that he's the type who will do anything and everything to have his darling. He will never stop pursuing his love, it's just what he deserves. Of his years ruling and living among the people of liyue, he's probably figured out how human courting rituals work. In the way he sees it, he has to turn those rituals up to ten because as an archon, he's expected to be a better lover than anyone else, his people literally write books about it. 

 This gorgeous man can and will move mountains for you. He'll create conflicts in his darling's life, just to prove himself. He loves the chase, loves when his little human derives him of his prize. He treats love as though it's some grand battle field. There's no difference except for the fact that hearts are on the line instead of lives. Do be wary though, for he's never lost a battle. 

He gives you things randomly, you'll be out working then suddenly, a messenger will appear holding a present for you. It's always something that he knows you would like, or that you currently need. One time while you were working late, he brought you a whole food tray, complete with your choice of drink and hot dessert.

Will love and chase you relentlessly, never letting up. Soon enough, you'll either be so flattered that you'll have to take him as a lover, or the world around you will make you assume that role.

Zhongli is what your friends think is the epitome of desirability. He's renowned for his extensive knowledge in anything there is to know about. As long as they haven't had to pay for him before, they'll think he's a man of immense wealth, most likely from old money, just from how he shops. He has a fashion sense and practically made red eyeliner trendy in Liyue. (Ngl, as someone with Chinese descent who does look like it, red eyeliner is subtle yet looks fantastic on me, thank you for the idea mister Zhongli.) You should stop trying to play coy and let him love you, there's so much more in it for you than him.

Your friends will either provide more conflict from jealousy or try to push you two closer together. Zhongli's reputation proceeds him as an untouchable bachelor, if you have the chance, you must snag him.

At this point, you're practically his. If you somehow are completely not into him (ex. Only into women even though he would totally shapeshift into a women for his darling, even adopt feminine traits if you wanted him to) you'd still end up dating him to protect your reputation. Rumours would fly around the city on how you rejected Zhongli due to various most likely slanderous reasons. You're pinning over a Fatui who had to leave due to duty, you are pushing everyone in your life away due to something scandalous happening in the past, you killed your last lover and know you wouldn't get away with it with Zhongli. They'll keep escalating even from there until you accept.  Enjoy a life where you are pampered, given every thing you can verbalize want for, are expected to give this clingy ass dragon man cuddles and affection every moment you see each other I guess, wish I could be you.

[merakiui]

MERA MERA HI I WANNA SHARE THIS BRAINROT I HAD

So basically its Scaramouche and Kitsune Darling and so okay Darling was never supposed to interact with the puppet. It was something Yae told her not to do but she cant help but be curious! And its asleep anyways so its not like... its not like coming over to look at it would be bad! And the Raiden Shogun didnt give a damn when she asked if she could go look at the puppet so she just. Went. Traveled all the way over and stared at the pretty doll and enraptured by his beauty. She would collect pretty clothes and knicknacks and gift it to the doll and sing songs and recite poetry and rant about her day near it. It was pretty relaxing. Also, even tho Kuni was asleep he could hear her and became enchanted with the songs she sangs and eventually he somehow gained the willpower to forcibly awaken. Darling is ofc shaken bc uh oh but Kuni manages to comfort her that its fine so long as she doesnt tell anyone since he's just interested in listening to ehr songs and stories. They spend a lot of time together that way. They later also gain a wandering samurai for a friend, and theyre quite the happy little trio. Kuni ofc wants to travel but he knows hes not supposed to even exist, much less be awake, as he is the Failed Puppet (he has vague memories of Ei or smth) but the wanderlust is strong. He gets the samurai and Darling to agree to take him out for at least short walks so he can see the world. He practically falls in love and the duo are happy to teach their homebound friend all they know!

Unfortunately, they begin to drift apart as Darling has to refocus her time and energy to her duties as a Kitsune Shrine Maiden and the samurai seeks the world outside more. Kuni takes to wandering out on his own and he meets awful people who negatively influence him. When his samurai friend is killed, he's devastated. Then he's enraged when Darling tells him not to seek revenge bc how could she not be angry at their friend's demise? Now, Darling's a kitsune, somewhat old at that so she's seen the passage of human lives and while they are dear to her its not something she argues with. This is "fate"- humans die, and those who pick up a sword tend to die on one as well. Its not something she argues with. But Kuni, having learned emotions from humans and being poorly influenced lashes out and Darling cuts their relations bc of that. Kuni disappears and Darling suffers in silence throughout her grief.

Cut to several centuries later when Darling is going to Watatsumi on Yae's orders to try and negotiate a peace deal or safe return of some Narukami soldiers as a favor to the Tenryouu Commission when she catches sight of the Fatui. Curious and dreading she follows them until she ends up in their delusion factory, and she quickly susses out that theyre using Orobashi's remains to do smth awful so she uses her kitsune magic to disguise herself to gather evidence then hightail it outta there when she feels cool, porcelain hands wrap around her and pin her down.

When she looks up she's greeted with familiar amethyst eyes on an ageless, perfectly sculpted boyish face she once adored long ago.

She never returns to the shrine, but the fatui left behind in Inazuma whisper of the Lord Balladeer acquiring a beautiful fox for a pet that wears a collar adorned with electro crystals that lays tensely on his lap or in his arms at all times. Possessiveness? Perhaps. The fatui know the few times anyone dared to approach it they were struck down by their Lord's electro, and the one rare time the little fox wandered too far from Lord Scaramouche they could hear the pitiful yips of pain when the collar shocked them to immobolize them.

AAAAA that’s so good!!!!

Scaramouche would absolutely treat kitsune!darling like a pet. The collar he forces you to wear hurts and is both a means of keeping you in check while also showing that you belong to him—that he owns you—but at the very least it’s fashionable. Only the finest of materials for Scaramouche’s most beloved pet. He’ll train you well, and if you don’t learn the first few times that electric shock will certainly teach you. 

[thebluewritingbench]

if you’re still taking prompts, can you do happiness #1?

Before we launch into 6b next week, here's a small fantasy of a scene that I wish the cw would give us. Happiness #1 from this prompt list again.

“I’ve loved you since the day we met.”

“Alex calls it The Honesty Policy.”

Lena takes the mug of hot chocolate Kara offers, cradling it between her hands. “The Honesty Policy?” she asks, as Kara sits down on the couch beside her.

“I imagine Kelly probably fed it to her,” Kara says. “But she was helping me try to figure out how we could get ourselves… well, back to normal, after everything, and she was really insistent that this one was worth a try.”

“What is it?”

“Exactly what it sounds like. No more secrets,” Kara says, tapping her own collarbone, then fixing her gaze pointedly on Lena. “No more lying. We tell each other things. We’re honest. We trust each other with our secrets.”

Lena nods, looking down into her mug of hot chocolate. The dim lights of Kara’s loft glow orange across her cheekbones, and in the silence, the sounds of late-night passing cars rumble up from the street below. It’s the first time they’ve really spent time truly alone together since… well everything.

There’s still a lot of awkwardness between them; turns out secrets and betrayal and double-crossing—and the fact that forgiveness was barely hatching between them when Kara was banished to the phantom zone—will do that to a friendship. There was the initial hug, of course, after Kara was rescued, when Lena wrapped her arms around Kara and buried her face in Kara’s neck and held her so tightly that Kara was certain she’d never let go, her breath coming in ragged gasps and her whole body quivering. It was somewhat surreal, the warm shock of having Lena in her arms after so many months, her hair against Kara’s cheek, the muted scent of her shampoo. They’d sank to the floor, still holding each as the ship creaked around them, and stayed there for god knows how long in each other arms.

But since then, since that initial wordless embrace that felt as much like coming home as anything, they haven’t known what to say to each other. They work together easily enough, the animosity between Supergirl and Lena finally gone, but it’s more difficult when they’re just Kara and Lena. They’ve forgiven each other, Kara thinks. Or at least agreed to forgive each other, even if there’s still work to be done. But it’s weird. It’s not like they can snap straight back into how things were before.

Hence The Honesty Policy.

“Okay,” Lena says finally. “Yes. No more secrets. A clean start.”

A clean start. It’s what they need, after an entire friendship where one or the other of them has been hiding things. For the first time, everything between them will be out in the open. Nothing left to hide.

It’s oddly freeing.

Kara takes a sip of her hot chocolate. “So, where do we start?”

“Start?”

“I think we should have just an honest conversation. I don’t want this to be awkward anymore, I want to be able to talk to you like we used to. So, in the interest of honesty, tell me something you’ve never told me before. It doesn’t have to be big—” she adds hurriedly, when Lena’s eyes widen in alarm. “Something small. Something tiny you’ve never had reason to tell me.”

Lena nods slowly, thinking. “In the interest of honesty…” she starts. “In the interest of honesty, I… I really think that those bangs were a mistake.”

Kara makes a noise of offended disbelief in the back of her throat. “I—Rude!”

“You said to be honest!” Lena says, biting her lip like she’s holding back a laugh. “They’re growing out now, anyways. It looks much better.”

Kara gives her bangs a self-conscious pat. They’re still at a slightly awkward length, but they’re long enough to blend in semi-decently with the rest of her hair now. “If we’re being honest, then,” she says. “I think that blouse is really ugly.”

Lena looks down at herself. She sounds slightly hurt when she says, “What’s wrong with it?”

“Everything! It’s—the pattern! The sleeves! The collar! It looks like it’s made of cheap polyester.”

“It’s designer!” Lena pouts.

“Who designed it?”

“Well, I thought that blazer you wore last week was kind of hideous. I didn’t say anything at the time, but in the interest of honesty…”

Kara laughs, and Lena’s irritated expression melts away at her laughter, something in her eyes softening. It’s an expression Kara’s been seeing on her more often, in moments she catches Lena watching her when she thinks Kara isn’t paying attention.

She’s always paying attention to Lena.

“Maybe we should just agree to say that we both have questionable fashion taste sometimes and call it a day,” she says, downing the rest of her hot chocolate and placing the mug on the table.

Lena takes a dainty sip of her own still mostly filled mug. “Fine.”

There’s a long pause, and Kara taps her fingers on her pant leg and tries to think of a new conversation starter. She finally settles on. “In the interest of honesty… how are you holding up?”

Lena shrugs. “I’m okay, I suppose. I’m anxious about Lex—I know it’s only a matter of time before he’s back on our heels. Mostly, I’m just glad to have you back.” She looks over her mug at Kara. “I think that’s more a question I should be asking you, though.”

The look of intense concern in Lena’s eyes makes her feel hot, and Kara squirms slightly, pulling her collar away from her neck with a finger. She wants to say I’m fine, but honesty is the whole point of this exercise. “I’m… still not great. Being back there it… brought up a lot. Brought back a lot. I’m still having a really hard time with it all. It’s—it’s hard to talk about.”

“We don’t have to talk about it right now.”

“I want to talk about with you at some point. I just… don’t want it to ruin every conversation I have, you know? I want some things to be normal, still. I want to pretend things can be normal.”

“That makes sense,” Lena nods. She looks small when she says, “In the—in the interest of honesty, are you still mad?”

“At you?” Lena nods again, and Kara sighs, looking away. “It’s complicated, I guess. A little, maybe? I meant it when I said I forgave you, but there’s still part of me that’s a little angry. You did a lot of things that were… really bad, Lena.”

“I know.”

“Are you still mad at me?” Kara asks, and Lena’s shaking her head before she even finishes the question.

“No. No, I’m done being mad at you. I get it. I get why you hid your identity, and I wish you’d told me sooner, but I’m not angry anymore. I don’t have enough energy to be angry anymore. I’m happier if I don’t hate you.”

“Well, I’m glad for that.”

“I would have done anything to get you back, you know,” Lena says in a rush, words spilling out like she can’t stop them. “You say I did bad things before, but I would have watched the world burn if it meant I could have brought you back.” She looks down at her lap. “Who knows what I would have done if Alex hadn’t been there to stop me.”

“Lena.” Kara reaches over to take her hand. “You know I can’t possibly be mad at you for that.”

“No?”

“Of course not.”

“Okay,” Lena whispers. Kara watches her swirl around the dregs of her hot chocolate and takes a deep breath.

There’s still one more secret between them. One more secret that has the potential to ruin their friendship. Kara thinks they’re both aware of it, on some level. Aware of the way the weight of it shifts their every interaction. The others are aware of it too, have maybe known longer than Kara has. Alex certainly has. It was she who looked Kara in the eye when they were discussing this whole honestly policy and said, “You have to tell her this. You know you do.”

She can’t risk another secret in their relationship.

“Um, in the interest of honesty,” she starts, and finds she can’t quite meet Lena’s eyes. “I have to tell you—in all honesty, I would probably just keep it a secret, if I could, but I don’t think we should do secrets anymore, so I just need to tell you that I, um, have feelings for you.”

Lena straightens. “Feelings?” she says, her voice cautious.

Kara closes her eyes. Takes a breath. Steadies herself. Opens them again. “I’m in love with you,” she says. “Um, nothing has to change if you don’t want it to, but I need… I need you to know.”

“Oh,” breathes Lena. She opens her mouth, and it seem to take several moments for the words to catch up with her. “Well, in—in the interest of honesty, Kara, I’ve—I’ve been in love with you for years.” She gives a wry little half smile. “If we’re being honest.”

“What? You have?”

“Darling,” says Lena. “I’ve loved you since the day we met.”

“The day we met?”

“Why do you think it hurt me so badly when I found out who you were? Why do you think I was so deep in denial about it that I never figured it out myself? Do you really think you were that good at hiding it?”

“I mean, I thought—”

“The disguise. The hair. The glasses.” She puts down her mug, then reaches over and gently tugs the glasses from Kara’s face, folding the arms in and placing them on the table. She brushes a strand of hair behind Kara’s ear. “You mentioned Supergirl far too much as Kara and Kara far too much as Supergirl and one time you told me you flew to my office on a bus.”

“That’s—yeah, that’s fair, actually.”

“You’re in love with me? Honestly?” whispers Lena.

“I am. I really, truly am. Why do you think I refused to give up on you when everyone else was ready to?”

“I thought that just how you are. You don’t give up on anyone.”

“I try not to. But you, I could never bear to, even when it seemed like the only logical option to everyone else. Why do you think I waited so long to tell you in the first place? I was so scared to ruin things between us.”

“Why do you think I bought you an entire media empire?” Lena murmurs, and she’s so close, hand fisted in the collar of Kara’s shirt.

Kara giggles. “Why do you think I flew all over Europe to get you lunch?”

Lena laughs, and it’s such a relief to hear her laughter again, to let the conversation flow between them. There’s a bud of hope for the future that’s been sitting in Kara’s chest for years now, and under Lena’s adoring gaze, it starts to open.

“In all honesty,” Kara says, “I’d really like to kiss you right now.”

Lena slips a hand into her hair, runs her thumb over Kara’s cheekbone. “In all honesty?” She leans in, pressing their foreheads together. “I’d like that.”

[cinnamonest]

Ahhh I love that style!! I liked the more intense ones too but that schoolgirl gyaru vibe is just 👌 it takes me back to the 2000s fashion eras! Did you know there’s acutally a gyaru wiki with all the types ranging from like ganguro to yamanba etc etc... it’s really neat! 

But of course gyaru are also stereotyped as both having quite the attitude... and as promiscuous, revealing, what with the short skirts/shorts and stuff, and we know how our boys feel about that...

The worst in terms of handling it initially would definitely be either Diluc or Zhongli. Full protective-dad sort of mode (although that honestly could go for any sort of darling frequently wearing revealing things). Don't you know people will SEE you??? You have FLESH you know!! It's honestly so much worse because it's already bad enough to go out not dressed like an ancient puritan in their minds, but not only is it showing off skin, it's flashy and eye-catching, so you turn even more heads than you would by just dressing revealingly. And to be fair, that in and of itself might be part of their reason for fixating on you in the first place -- you caught their eye with your clothing choices, and left him dumbfounded. Hasn't anyone ever taught you to be modest! It's incredibly naive. Maybe he pulls one of those big brain ideas of showing you just how dangerous the world is and how foolish you are by being the danger itself... see? Walking around like that could get you kidnapped... well, it's not just a demonstration, he's not letting you go or anything, that would be dumb... That being said, Zhongli would be a lot more lenient and think it's cute once you're in a safe environment, whereas Diluc, as with any darling showing signs of being anything other than the perfect wifey image, would be the worst overall because he sees it as an imperative to "fix" you of this habit you have of drawing attention to yourself in public and your rather inappropriate attitude. For the former, Zhongli lets you keep everything, maintain your habits and lifestyle, fosters it and buys you things even. With some exceptions... no sharp or super long nails!! You could hurt yourself. And no potentially unhealthy tanning methods either! Spray tan or very closely monitored tanning with pre-approved products only. That being said, he'll gladly take you on your shopping sprees and all that, making sure to keep the general crowd at an arm's length at the least, with the glares and threatening aura he knows how to turn on and off. He'll get you anything you want, no matter how expensive or flashy or unnecessary it might be. In the future, he's actually all for it, he was just rightfully concerned when you were out like that on your own... but now you never go anywhere without him anyway, so it doesn't matter. As for the whole bratty, fiery attitude that the gyaru/ganguro subculture is known for... well, that's cute too, he can somewhat tolerate that, unless you push it too far and need reminders. Diluc though... less good. You'll never be going out in public with that on, not unless you make some major adjustments, find something that covers you up better. People are already going to turn their heads your way with all the bright colors, heavens forbid they look at your legs!! Unthinkable. Maybe you can find uh... some matching leggings. And a jacket. Honestly he's even worse about the intimidation though, no one is going to get within a 5 foot radius of you when you're out together. That attitude though. That needs to be fixed. Just because you're cute doesn't mean you get to talk back to him. Surely it can't be that hard to just behave yourself. He's even letting you keep at the stuff you wear (rather than forcing you into all the fancy stuff normal for people in his economic class) and even buys you all the expensive products you use! The least you can do is act accordingly. Consequences have to be put in place if you continue. And for one of the best, kinda like with the "types of darlings" post I feel like a gyaru/ganguro darling in a modern AU would really suit Bennett? He just seems like the perfect boy being as... if we're being honest, dense as he can be, but still so enthusiastic to support you! Boy is dumping every last bit of money he makes to buy you all sorts of things that match your style and aesthetic, regardless of whether or not you even asked for it. Other people are still an issue... well, you'll be okay as long as he's with you everywhere... even if you want to go out by yourself he can just follow you from a distance right? That way he's ready to set up some inconveniences for people who might try to bother you. Also, if you run some kind of social media page he's more than happy to manage it for you!! He can go through your DMs and follower list and block all the creeps! And by creeps he means anyone who it seems like might be following you for what he considers the wrong reasons... you just have a lot of those types following you, how unfortunate... And any backtalk or bad attitude you give him, well, you're always stressed out because of those people that love to harass you is all.