#drabble asks

[xieyaohuan]

55. “You’re a nerd.”

Deliberately not specifying who besides HL. Writer’s choice.

Thank you for the ask!

300+ words of early Maevlander:

Homelander can sense it before he can hear it: a faint chortling sound. His heart sinks when he realizes Maeve is struggling to suppress that smirk of hers she always gets on her face when he’s done something wrong — the one he’s come to hate with a passion because it's a near constant reminder of all the things she knows that he doesn’t.

“God, you’re a nerd!” She bursts out laughing.

“I’m not!” He protests instinctively. He isn’t even 100% sure what she means, but he knows being a nerd is not a good thing.

“Excuse me,” Maeve snortles, “but you just gave me a ten minute lecture about The Apotheosis of Washington. You are a nerd. Don’t deny it.”

Homelander feels his face grow hot and quickly turns away from her before Maeve notices anything. How stupid of him to think anything he tells her might actually impress Maeve. “Well, I’m sorry you’re not interested,” he says. It’s meant to sound blasé, but the words come out small and insecure.

“Hey. Hey.” Her hand feels soft on his shoulder, gentle. (Weak, he tries to tell himself.) “You know I like that about you, right?”

He tries not to listen to her heartbeat — he doesn’t need another slap in the face if she’s lying. But her heart is calm and steady, and the smirk has dropped from her face.

“Really?”

Maeve nods. “Yes, really. You’re different, but I kind of like that about you. It’s refreshing.” She wraps one arm around his back. “What do you say we fly to the Capitol right now, and you give me the full tour of the real thing?”

Homelander hesitates. There’s nothing he would love more, but he can’t be sure this is real. “We have a meeting with Madelyn in an hour,” he reminds her.

“Fuck Stillwell,” Maeve says, and for once, he doesn't need to sense her vitals to know that she means it. “We’ll be back by then, and if not, she can wait for us.”

[prismaticpichu]

Ooo might I have some hmm. Genesis & Zack 🟣?

Ooooh! You got it!! 💕💖

~

Genesis’s eyes cracked open in tandem with his bedroom door, the mako-blue slits heavy with fever, just barely able to make out the SOLDIER-cladded contour—holding what looked to be a bowl of soup—as the nebulous shape quietly slipped into his quarters.

He let his eyes fall back shut, relieved.

“…Thank you, ‘Geal. I know it was late notice. Is that your special homemade—?”

“Yep! Sure is!”

Genesis’s eyes snapped back open.

“Wh… what…?! Zackary?”

“That’s right!” the smiling teen chirped, fully visible now. “Angeal was a bit busy with Seph. But don’t worry! I’ll take good care of you, Sir.”

[ldrabbles]

uh uh uh idea for a one shot related with miraculous

ok Poppy gets/finds the pig miraculous and uses in branch to make him happy but it doesn't work

like every time she uses the miraculous on him and gets the present it just make branch angrier/sad like branch wants his brothers so the gift is a collection of brozone he wants to parties so poppy gives him invitation/tries to force him to go to parties

and poppy is confuse because it works on everyone else but not on branch for some reason (also Poppy doesn't hear the pig kwami we it tries to tell her what could it be the cause)

I’m 100% will consider this oneshot

Poor Daisy she just want everyone to be happy

[thedrabblecollective]

Another curious poll...

[holylustration]

For the Kissing prompt

💐Gisla and Alaric (of course)

36) .... To give up control.

16) .... In grief.

💐Aurelia and Heinrix ( coz them too, of course)

20) .... On a scar.

#36. ...to give up control. (Alaric/Gisla)

He had descended from the Knight with a mouthful of blood and dripping oil, gasping for breath and stagginer. Blood vessels had burst in his eye, making them red as his optic, and even below the armor, Gisla could smell the cooked flesh of his skin.

It was a bad neural blow out; a fight between pilot and machine that the pilot always lost, in the end, even if they took control in the moment.

The spectators were screaming, but Gisla did not care. She had come down from the stands, pushing past the guards who thought they would keep her from her husband, and ran across the streaked sands to where Alaric was stumbling. She'd ripped the helmet from his hand, though it had burnt her hands, and thrown it aside, and had lowered him to the sands.

The children were away. Gisla had sent Heinrix with his sisters out as the Knight had faltered; she did not want to explain this to them yet.

Cradled in her arms, Alaric gazed up at her, his left eye twitching rapidly. His hand, jerky, reached up, fingers grazing her cheek.

"H-here," he rasped, barely audible over the crowd. "H-here, m-la-dy." Weakly, he drew her head forward, his lips pressing against hers.

Gisla almost screamed herself when he collapsed, his eye closed, the optic powering down. But his breathing evened, as the last remnants of the Knight faded away.

#16. ...in grief. (Alaric/Gisla)

They had lain the old cat to rest amidst the daisies that it used to chew.

It had lived a long life, this cat, and had sired many kittens. After twenty-two years, it became not a matter of if this faithful Sanctuary keeper would pass, but when. And on a sunny day in spring, it had curled up to sleep on the cogitator next to Alaric as he had been working on his Knight and never awoken.

Gisla had been inventorying the larder when Alaric arrived. The bellowing panic by which he had called her name quickened her footsteps to find him. He had come to her inconsolable. His face red, his mustache wet with tears, and clutched to his broad chest with oil-stained hands, the limp body.

Like the shepherd leads the sheep, she had brought him to a plush settee and sat him down. An arm draped over his shoulders and her lips upon his brow in a tender kiss, she had let him cry.

#20. ...on a scar. (Aurelia/Heinrix)

"And this?" Heinrix asked, his fingertips trailing up her calf to her knee, where a pink, slightly raised patch of skin resided. "What is this from?"

"An ill-conceived lesson," Aurelia replied, her chest rising and falling rapidly at how close Heinrix was to the skin of her leg.

"Elaborate," was the command, gray eye darting to her face.

"My... manners were poor." She did not elaborate on what those manners were, for it had been many years ago and she had been so young that the details largely escaped her, "and so my grandmother bade me practice my kneeling. On hot cobblestones."

Her husband's lips drew into a line so thin they almost disappeared from his face entirely. "And you have accused *us* of barbarism?"

"I am sure many a child on Guisorn III has been punished in far worse ways than anything I ever experienced," Aurelia replied, chin lifted and unwilling to take the slight against her people.

"I would debate you on the finer points of that, but," Heinrix's gaze fell once more to the patch of skin, "I don't wish to cause strife."

Aurelia had a snappy retort ready for him, which died at the misting of her husband's warm breath against her knee and the press of his lips against the scar there.

[wonuwrites]

Joshua 22,27,29. Surprise me on the number. I gotta see it 🙏🏻🙏🏻 lol

ahhh all these are perfect for Joshua, If you want the others just let me know. <3

DRABBLE PROMPTS

Pairing: Joshua x reader Prompt #: 22 “i want to help you. so please, let me.” Currently listening to: this

You were never one to ask for help. It made you feel weak. It was one of those things Joshua realized shortly after you both started to date. For instance, if there was something on a shelf you couldn't reach, but he could, you would climb on the kitchen counter and grab it.

Joshua would offer help when he noticed you struggled but you always said, "no no no it's okay." It wouldn't frustrate him always but when he saw you sicker than a dog trying to stand up to make you Ramen or whatever that's when he'd get frustrated.

"Babe," he'd carefully say before taking the Ramen packet from you.

"What?"

"I'll cook you Ramen, go rest, you are sick."

"No, no, no it's okay. I'm capable of making Ramen," you said while trying to grab the Ramen pack from him but he lifted it above his head where you couldn't reach.

"(Y/N)," he said sternly.

"Shua," you said in a similar tone.

He rolled his eyes before gently putting himself between you and the stove, "I know you are capable of cooking Ramen but I want to help you, so please. let me."

For some reason, hearing him saying that he wanted to help made something in you brain switch. You realized he wasn't being malicious so you nodded with a sigh.

"Ok, thank you for helping me, babe."

He smiled and kissed your forehead before turning around to start cooking your ramen, "go rest on couch, I'll be out in a moment."

You gave him a quick back hug before heading to the living room. You were so thankful for him and thought maybe you would let him help you more often in the future.

sorry if this sucked, i appreciate you <33

[ask-games-from-a-weird-girl]

Drabble starting with ”someone”

The title describes it all. It’s drabble asks, starting with the word ”someone”. Send a number in my ask box and I’ll write a drabble of:

1. Someone can’t sleep

2. Someone is lost in the dark

3. Someone finds out they are pregnant

4. Someone is late

5. Someone is babysitting

6. Someone gets reminded of a childhood memory

7. Someone is coming out

8. Someone has their first kiss

9. Someone is visiting a new country

10. Someone time travels

11. Someone gets their period

12. Someone proposes

13. Someone has a birthday

14. Someone gets drunk

15. Someone has a deep secret

16. Someone starts a fire

17. Someone confronts their abusive guardian

18. Someone is crying

19. Someone is too tired to deal with this bullshit

20. Someone performs on stage

21. Someone gets transformed

22. Someone has a very odd dream

23. Someone confesses their love

24. Someone is lying

25. Someone rescues someone else

26. Someone tries to study

27. Someone is not helping

28. Someone is in an attic

29. Someone gets a bit violent

30. Someone goes too far

31. Someone pretends to be someone else

32. Someone gets a phone call

33. Someone has to teamwork with a person they hate

34. Someone just wants to leave

35. Someone sleepwalks

36. Someone goes for a swim

37. Someone runs away

38. Someone steals a car

39. Someone has a lunch date

40. Someone practices a new move

41. Someone is reading something odd

42. Someone goes for a walk

43. Someone has a very serious conversation

44. Someone is at a hospital

45. Someone took the wrong person

46. Someone tries to murder someone else

47. Someone gets underestimated and proves them wrong

48. Someone is now a parent

49. Someone runs from the police

50. Someone gets superpowers

51. Someone has to share a bed with someone else

52. Someone has to do a driver's test

53. Someone meets themselves from an alternate universe

54. Someone suggests everyone should play spin the bottle

55. Someone changes their style

56. Someone cuts their hair

57. Someone gets cyberbullied

58. Someone ends up on a rooftop

59. Someone hides under a bed

60. Someone is locked inside a room with someone else

61. Someone goes skiing

62. Someone goes roller skating

63. Someone goes for a swim

64. Someone is singing

65. Someone falls down the stairs

66. Someone bonds with their sibling

67. Someone tries to be alone with their lover

68. Someone is tasked to clean a room

69. Someone is dancing

70. Someone gets injured due to a very stupid reason

71. Someone gets left alone

72. Someone plays guitar

73. Someone is on a beach

74. Someone plays football

75. Someone is on an airplane

76. Someone is about to miss the bus

77. Someone is packing for a trip

78. Someone takes their dog out for a walk

79. Someone gets "the talk"

80. Someone attempts to do some work

[rebelangelsims]

For the drabble ask, how about Min-Joon + chopsticks

Min-Joon has been using chopsticks his entire life so it came easy to him, so it did confusing him when he caught Edith watching a tutorial on how to use chopsticks; she blushed embarrassed and explained that she wanted to learn how to so he wouldn't be embarrassed by her if they went to a restaurant now the pair are living in Seoul; Min-Joon knew that had to do with her ex Nathan but that's a story for another time, he smiled lovingly at her as he couched down in front of her holding her face in his hand

"You can NEVER embarrass me" and with that he taught her how to use chopsticks, it took some trail and error and she sometimes forgot how to position it properly but before he knew it he looked over at her as her and his hyungs laughed in a restaurant celebrating the new album, she didn't need to even watch how she used the chopstick, it came second nature to her now, he smiled to himself as he picked up a matching pair of red chopsticks as he went to eat thinking about the day when he gets to marry her.

Thank you @stargazer-sims! technically not a drabble but the way I see it, it is for me as I normally write quite a lot. also Edith ended up sneaking in there too 😅

[minimiance]

size difference kink but in the “i grew up being made fun of for being chubby so now the idea of a giant of a man being able to toss me around and tower over me without making my weight a problem makes me really horny” way, you get what im saying?

[softaestluv]

Simon Riley who’s got you bent in half, fucking you within an inch of your life, plunging his fat cock so deep you can feel it bruise your cervix.

But he’s kissing you so fucking softly and tenderly, whispering sweet words and pretty promises against your swollen lips— s’fuckin’ pretty, gonna make you my pretty little wife. Keep you as mine forever.

The contrast has you so strung out, stretched thin pulled between each tether. It constricts your chest, has your mind gumming, pooling into each curl of his tongue, words coiling a vice grip around your heart.

But you don’t even have time to think about them or respond, not when his thrusts are so cruel, unrelenting, making sure the claim of his cock takes and makes his words true.

[cloudedcreams]

thinking about a darling with a yandere! crush.

you’ve never seen him before but you’ve heard of him. the weird kid, who nobody likes, who lingers near the back. he skips lectures, takes smoke breaks outside and had a decent reputation before he fucked it all over for himself.

seeing him for the first time was like a breath of fresh air if anything. staring into his intense eyes and practically simpering before realising that he was staring too.

there was something about his eyes that you found so intense. it seemed as though he’d lost all care in the world, and therefore found no reason to look away. he looked at you with eyes filled with judgement, and yet with feelings that you couldn’t decipher.

it became a common occurrence. you’d follow him around out of what you told yourself to be boredom, and he’d tear his eyes away from whatever he was doing to gaze back. there’d be times he’d be occupied with something and you’d have a moment without the tension before he suddenly paused his movements and tilted his head to stare at you for a moment, before looking away.

you don’t plan to speak to him, and it seems the same thought applies to him to him. he’d certainly have heard you speaking before, perhaps ranting to a friend or complaining about something, but it seemed he barely spoke. the most you’d said to him would have to have been a meek ‘sorry’ during a time he’d bumped into you, and you could practically feel him pressed up against you before you moved away.

the two of you will be content with just watching. <3

[zephyrchama]

Lucifer looked overly pleased. He turned the present in his hand over for the fifth time with an incredibly smug, self-assured smirk on his face.

"This is for me, is it?" It was neither his birthday nor a holiday. He had been quite surprised when you burst into his office and laid the decorative bundle on his desk. It was taped poorly and the wrapping paper was a recycled brown paper bag, yet the simple fact that you were thinking about him made his pride swell to dangerous levels.

"Yes," you told him. "Please make good use of it. Please."

With an arrogant little "heh," he opened the gift. Inside was a long length of thick rope, freshly purchased from a hardware store that morning. It was sturdy and a little coarse. It looked like it was made for boating purposes.

"What is this?" Lucifer examined it by tugging at the ends until it was taut. He looked ready to whip the next person to walk into his office. "Is this your way of asking to spend more time with me? I always thought you were more of a silk ribbon perso-"

"No!" You interrupted his detailed speculation by slamming a hand on the corner of the desk. It stung a little. Of course Lucifer would misunderstand your intentions, but that was exactly why you had to clear things up. "I need you to stop tying Mammon up with the ethernet cord."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. You didn't like the way he was gliding his gloved thumb over the rope.

"You leave him tied up for hours," you continued, "and the WiFi stops working. I have to go to the observatory when that happens and stand by the windows and wave my D.D.D. around for data to work. So, Lucifer. Please? Won't you use this instead?"

You put your hand on top of his in a bold power play. Maybe he would feel your sincerity. Combined with big puppy eyes and a little head tilt, you felt this plan had a 65% chance of working.

[prismaticpichu]

always happy to read something with Seph&Zack 🟠 from you~ 💕 😊👉👈

Shdhhdhdhdhdhd!dhd Crylin!! My heart!! 😭💕💖 (And I feel the same way about seeing your absolutely outstanding and PRECIOUS comics!! <333)

ZackSeph floof ahoy! 💙💚💙💚

~

“Mmn… Don’t you believe it’s time for bed…?”

A sheepish smile budded on Zack’s lips as he folded his PHS, shifting on the pillow to face him. “…Sorry,” he murmured, one hand placing the device on the nightstand as he snuggled closer, burrowing deep into the ivory neck. “Was the light keeping you up…?”

Sephiroth’s eyes fell shut. “Maybe a little,” he sighed against the warm, velvety spikes. “But not because of the cell phone.”

“…No?”

A beat, a smile, and Sephiroth pressed Zack closer to his chest. “…You know I can’t fall asleep without my treasure in my arms.”

[nanamisgirly]

NERD GOJO OMG?? CAN WE PLS GET MORE ILISMM

“just relax, baby,” you whisper, lips brushing his ear like a secret. “i wanna take a little picture. just for me.”

“r-relax?” satoru squeaks, voice already shredded. “you’re topless—you literally took your shirt off in front of me like you were trying to assassinate me with your boobs!”

you smile, leaning back against his chest. you discarded without ceremony your shirt the second you got the brilliant idea to ask your pretty nerd to take a pic with his hands on your bare tits to immortalize the moment.

you're straddling him in reverse—your back tucked against his torso, bare thighs snug around his, skin sticking where it meets his sweatpants. his legs spread helplessly wide while you make yourself comfortable.

“it's just…” he gulps, not knowing where to put his eyes—certainly not on your chest, though his gaze keeps flickering there. “you know…i mean, touching your tits? are you s-sure? i don't want to do something bad f-for you—like, i want you to be comfortable, and you're like, so soft and i don't wanna be a perv or worse ruin the moment—”

“'toru,” you sigh, your patience reaching its limit. “you talk too much.” you say as you grab his wrists, guiding his hands up, forcing his much larger palms to curve around the fullness of your chest, thumbs brushing over your hardening nipple—his breath hitches.

“i-i can feel your—” he falters, eyes wide, a low whimper escaping his throat as your nipple presses into his hand. “oh, fuck. fuckfuckfuck.” he tried to be gentle, respectful, thumbs barely daring to move—until you grind down. your hips rolling, dragging the heat of your core across the very obvious bulge in his sweatpants.

his grips tightens—pure instinct.

“there you go,” you smile. “that's how i like it.” the phone's in your hand, flipped to the front-facing camera. you snap a picture : gojo's hands hiding just the necessary of your breasts, fingers splayed possessively. your plush thighs folded over his lap, his face is barely visible behind you, but it’s ruined—cheeks flushed, lips parted, glasses crooked. the way his body tenses under you, the raw, needy look in his eyes—it’s so intense, so primal.

“i think…i just came…a little.” he breathes.

you giggle, shifting your hips once more. you can feel him pulsing under you, hard as a rock and absolutely soaking the front of his pants.

“stay with me pretty,” you guide one of his hand lower, past the waistband of your panties, until his fingers slide into the heat waiting there.

“oh my god.” his fingers twitch, too overwhelmed to even move properly. “y-you're soaked. .” he whispers again, in awe, eyes wide and glassy. “i think—i think you're pussy is melting.”

you let out a soft laugh, letting the back of your head rest on his shoulder. the ache between your legs intensifies with how badly you want him, how soft he is under your hands, how his whole body just gives when you touch him like this.

“do you think i can milk you dry?” a smirk tugs at your lips, the idea tasting sweet on your tongue, once again.

“wh-WHAT?!” his voice crack panicked. “i-i didn’t even know that was a thing outside of, like—like hentai. . is that even possible? are there—limits? should we google it? what if I pass out??”

you can't help but laugh.

the more he stumbles over his words, the more you want to make a mess out of him.

[casuallyanidiot]

Got a fair few asks about Danny (aka Yandere Farmboy) and what he'd be like in marriage, with kids and the In-Laws etc. So here are a few HCs about that !

Tw. BabyTrapping, Yandere, Power Imbalance, Forced Marriage, Implied Noncon, Slut shaming, implied abortion, implied homophobia/transphobia at the end, Fem! AFAB! Reader

The Marriage

I've gone into some detail about how Danny would treat you once he got his hands on you in another ask. He likes getting you all dressed up and proper, and he never wants to see you with dirt smeared across your face ever again.

Danny would want to wait until you were pretty far into your pregnancy to actually marry you. Hell, he might even wait until you actually have his baby. You'd asked him to just get it over with right after he got your parent's permission to take you away from the farm and into his home, but he wanted everyone to see what you had become.

You aren't just some rat scurrying around town anymore. No, you're his. And now there's no way you can deny it. Because if you do, you risk being shunned by everyone.

"That poor Petusky kid... getting stuck with that whore."

"She's lucky he even keeps her around. If it were me, I would've run her off a long time ago."

Danny had you moved into his family home soon after the events of the first fic. He likes sitting there, rubbing your growing belly and murmuring words of comfort. He forces you to recline in a plush, padded rocking chair he made with his father just for you.

"This is the happiest I've ever been," he praised as he pressed kisses to your skin. He smiled at the way you flinched, and he cooed softly. "The wedding venue is booked. Plus I've got the bakery prepping a cake. A big one too, with your favorite flavors," He said. You don't remember telling him what they were. "We just gotta wait until this little one arrives. Getting married will be the best thing that's ever happened to you, I swear. Weddings are just... stressful. Don't want anything hurting the baby now, do we?"

Of course he doesn't let you work. You're his precious wife, after all. Plus he seethes at the thought of failing you, of letting you slip from his fingers and back into a life where he can't control your happily ever after. You'll have no financial freedom, that's for certain.

He's eerily attuned to your wants and needs. he's spent years observing you, your interests. The way your eyes would trail longingly on the other women in town with their nicer clothes, the way in school that you tried and tried to keep up with other academically. You wanted a better life. He had that. He could give you that.

He adores you, he really does. He'd buy you old Bronte sister novels and sit there with you when you'd struggle to read them. He comes back to you every day, no matter how sweaty and caked in mud he might be, pressing flowers into your hands.

Maybe if he'd been less of a creep, less desperate to possess you entirely, then perhaps he could've been the love of your life.

The In-Laws

Danny's parents, like mentioned in the original fic, are pretty much the wealthiest people in town if not the entire area. They own several cattle ranches and acres upon acres of land that's perfect for tilling. Really they're the exact opposite of your family.

They aren't unkind per se, but you could definitely feel them judging you whenever you had spoken to them in the past. They'd smile at you in an overly friendly manner that felt empty as it looked nice. Just typical southern politeness wrapped in a shiny veneer.

That being said, when Danny came to them one day, dragging your shaking form in front of them, they knew something was up. There's no reason a girl like you should seem so upset that their precious baby boy was promising her the moon and stars. When he goes on to explain " She's gonna have my baby. I know you should wait until marriage and all, but we got to excited and well..."

A shotgun marriage with the town tramp. Not exactly ideal for a sterling reputation, but they could work with this. Most of the town would probably judge you no matter what, but Danny's parents subtly nudge people to think of you like some gold digger.

They can sense that Danny did something to you. You flinch sometimes when you think no one is looking, and his mother has caught you crying alone in some random room in their big house a couple times. Unfortunately, though, you're far less important to them than their son. If he wanted you that badly, he can have you. They're just gonna make sure everything stays under wraps.

Danny's father doesn't really care for you one way or another. He doesn't really get what his kid sees in you, but then again, he can kind of see why the boy grew up to be so damn possessive. He had traditional values pummeled into him from a young age, and what's more traditional than marrying your high school sweetheart and providing for her and your family? Once you get cleaned up a bit and start living with them more often, he quietly accepts you as part of the family. He likes whittling toys for your new arrival when he's not working or with his wife, and he finds you to be a pleasant addition. Overall, he'll keep his mouth shut on what Danny did for the sake of everyone in the family and for his own peace.

Danny's mother on the other hand is quite involved when it comes to you. Your her daughter in-law! Ain't that something? It's kind of clear that she doesn't like you from the beginning, but she can't get rid of you and sweep you under the rug in the way she'd like. If it was up to her, you'd be headed for some backwater clinic before being shipped off to the big city, never to be seen again. But Danny loves you, and she can't exactly stop him without risking putting him in jail or having their reputation ruined. So, you stay, much to her resentment.

Second to Danny, she spends the most time with you. She's a housewife as well, so she helps you learn how to take care of a proper household for once. Your manners and demeanor are awful in her opinion. You're too skittish and sad looking! So what if you've been forced to marry your stalker? Don't you know how many other girls would've killed for this, young lady? Just like her husband, though, she becomes more fond of you over time. Once you're settled in and start meekly accepting her offers to bake, clean, and do general busy work with her, she starts actually seeing you not as her son's property, but as her daughter. She had all boys after all, so it's nice to have another girl in the house. She keeps tabs on you for Danny, sending him candid photos of you and the baby once it arrives. Now that she actually likes you, sweeping the whole thing under the rug changes to include keeping you as well.

Danny has little sibling as well: two younger brothers. They're both far younger than him, and they don't really have an opinion of you one way or another. You just kind of... appeared in their house one day. Their mom and dad started stressing for a while, and you didn't seem too happy either, so what was this whole deal? I think they'd be very kind to you initially, bothering you to play and sharing sweets when they wished to, and they're both curious and annoyed about the fact that a baby is going to join them soon.

I think that while the siblings don't learn about what happened to you, their perception of love and morality would be heavily skewed by the fact that you, being scared and held in the house against your will, and their big brother are presented as the pinnacle of romance.

Overall, you'd be accepted, but there are definitely a lot of strings attached to that.

The kids

I think Danny really loves his kids with you. Or rather, he loves the idea of having a family more than he actually would the kids themselves. He's always had this dream that the two of you would be lost in a fluffy, domestic bliss until the day you died, and part of that meant a few little ones running around.

He's a good dad in the sense that he'd always be there for them. He'd take them to games, to dance practice, teach them how to work in the fields and buy them gifts. He's very present, but it's always with an undercurrent of control. You don't want to ruin this happy family, do you now? Your kids love their father, they love this happy home, so don't you dare think about leaving, okay?

In addition, I think that Danny would have a really hard time dealing with a kid that deviated from what he considered to be "normal" or "traditional". Part of his whole power in their very conservative town is that his family is a paragon of tradition and "societal values". It's how he trapped the reader after all. But if his kids threatened that balance of power by trying to leave the farm, go to the city, or be anything other that what he'd been trying to turn them into, I think he would genuinely lose it. His kids are not people to him, they are ideas and pawns that he'd become attached to.

If the kids turned out to be more like him in possessive, controlling behavior, then I think then he'd probably recognize them as their own individuals rather than just an fantasy he had for a legacy or a life with the reader.

[holylustration]

Marazhai and Aurelia #23

#23: ...in relief.

Marazhai gripped her face in his hands and dragged her to her tiptoes, before he leaned down the rest of the way to press his lips to hers. As the claws of his gauntlet pierced her skin to leave small, weeping trails like tears down her cheeks, he kissed her sweetly; blending the heady saccharine tenderness with the agony of stinging cuts.

"Such a long day you've had, my obsession," Marazhai crooned, teeth catching on her lower lip as he drew back. "So many burdens, mmmm?" He stared down at her from his full height, her cheeks still between her fingers.

Aurelia knew what came next in this familiar game. "Will you help me carry them?"

His lips, stained with her blood, pulled back into a smile.