#it could either end really really badly or go surprisingly well

[shokogast]

i should draw grace more she is so fun to doodle

ft some bad kids scribbles as well

[sukunas-wife]

YOU NEED TO MAKE MORE DAD!SUKUNA😭 It’s just soo good!!!, I’m literally obsessed with Dad!sukuna🫶🏻

lol here’s a little snippet to start the day, in other words I had a domestic dream 🥺🤍

Jujutsu Teacher Sukuna AU

Somewhere in another time line Sukuna became a not so dedicated teacher at Jujutsu high school still after having turned himself into a curse, even 1000 years he landed a spot on the higher up’s board it hilarious when they try to execute someone and he completely disagrees.

They learned quickly is Sukuna disapproves of their actions agree with arrimen Sukuna. Don’t go behind his back and try to do it either. He’s not afraid to kill everyone and replace the entire board of Higher Ups

Then one year he met you, you came in from the sister school to be teacher. Usually he tried not to mess with staff they only last so long anyways. But maybe it was that time he saw you banging your head in the drink machine because you used your last bills to buy a drink and it got stuck. Or maybe it was that time Gojo and Toji surprisingly decided to team up against you and you managed to hold your own.

It was when YOU started to pursUE HIM he became really intrigued. At first he became annoyed because not to far behind the corner he could hear the snickering and “Oh she’s really doing it!” “She’s a brave woman to try and flirt with him…” “What are you idiots do- oh, this could be interesting.” “shhh, I can’t hear what he’s saying!”

You didn’t notice when he flicked his wrist, but you did hear your coworkers panic and the rushed steps. Looking back confused you were more confused when you looked back at Sukuna and he was leaning forward getting face to face with you before squishing your face in one of his hands. “You do understand you proud Jujutsu Sorcerers don’t live very long, so give me one good reason you want my attention.”

You wanted to badly to look away from those demanding red eyes, to pull away and breath the God given air, instead here you were getting dazed off his musk and cologne. Feeling his warm hand squish your face, nails lightly pressing against your skin. Smash- swallowing you had one chance to do this right. Don’t stutter, don’t fear, breath, don’t rush, don’t show him WEAKNESS.

“I J- ahem” ah.. I messed up already, “Wait let me restart- Okay I’m ready, I’m not gonna stand here and promise happiness smiles and endless love, praise and worship. I’m not gonna lie to your face and tell you everything you want to hear and pretend it’s all sunshine and rainbows. When I go on a mission I’m not gonna say I promise to always come back that would be a fools move. But at least in my last moments I’d have to privilege to remember you and all those wise words you used to tell me like. “Dumbass that’s why you keep more than two dollars in your wallet.” Or “Living to please others and dying with regrets if no helping everyone is vain, Live to please yourself at least in your final moments you’ll have some sense of fulfillment.” So like it or not I’m here to please myself if you say No and tell me to fuck off and send me on my way. I won’t regret having asking. If you say yes, well I won’t lie I wouldn’t really know what to do or say I came in expected to be rejected and humbled.” Finally your eyes left his, you were oblivious to stare he had. He wasn’t completely amused but he wasn’t bored of your words either. “Look at me.” You did, “you didn’t bore me entirely with your little … speech so I’ll give you one opportunity. Sunday, I have an early mission, meet me here at 4 in the morning and I’ll tell you with me. After I finish you can have the rest of my day or until I get bored.”

He didn’t get bored… it turned out you amused him so much more when you weren’t surrounded be suits.

And that’s how you ended up here.

“Yuji don’t say something stupid love can’t protect anyone.” Nobara rolled her eyes, “Yuh huh, your words can’t hurt me because my mom and dad’s love protects me.” He puffed his chest out crossing his arms and smiling with closed eyes, missing the book Nobara was throwing at him. A solid sound was made, Yuji was wide eyed, the all to familiar wrist holding the heavy book just in front of his face, “Careful Miss.Kugisaki it’d be a shame if you caught extra missions for disabling another student from completing his own.” Yuji smiled proudly, “See, protected.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes, “Get to class Fushiguro was on your ass last time for being late to class.” He nodded his head at Yuji who just smiled sheepishly rubbing the back of his head, “Alright.” Of course the Trio ran past you greeting you with “Hi Mrs.Sukuna!” Good morning Mom!” “Morning Y/n Senpai.” You watched them all keep running until your husband stood next to you offering you the Coffee Cup he had been drinking. You were distracted by one thing “Why do you have our photo album?” Sukuna felt his eye twitch, “Damn brat.” Was all he mumbled tucking it under his shoulder, “Your son believes your love protects him.”

You laughed, “OUR son believes OUR love for him protects him. Considering your holding that book Im assuming Kugisaki tried to throw it at him or you were reminiscing on that time you had to save them from a Special Grade ambush and when you had to carry them all out Yuji was sniffling how he knew he could count on you to be there for him.”

He looked away, “Higher ups are lucky I only wiped out half of them.” You rested your head on his shoulder pulling the album from him. “Aaww this is Yuji’s baby album” you cooed seeing the picture of Sukuna holding Yuji next to a bouquet of “It’s a Boy!” Balloons. In the background you could see the blur of Geto smacking Gojo on the back of the head.

Sukuna is secure as a man and father 🥹

So it’s not a surprise to you when you come home late from the school and find true form Sukuna threatening to break the sofa under his weight coddling 15yo Yuji 🥹

As much of a brute people have him to be, Yuji might be his only son, and he might call him brat and roll his eyes a lot. But he’d be damned if he were truly a bad dad. In a whispered conversation he told you about everything that happened on Yuji’s mission. How the mission was purposely miss graded and they basically walked into a special grade curses domain. Sukuna had no doubt in his mind that if wouldn’t have been the one over seeing their mission the first years wouldn’t have walked back out alive.

Yuji was alright the entire ride but when he got home he broke down crying, speechless gasping for air. That’s when Sukuna pick him up carrying him over the sofa, coddling Yuji wasn’t as easy now that they were almost the same height, so he turned to his true form. And let Yuji cry, scream and hold onto him. Rubbing his back, holding his head against his shoulder, just talking to him to comfort him. “Do you remember that time we went to the park, and you wondered off to far chasing a duck.” Yuji nodded still sniffling, “Your mom was scared shitless when she couldn’t find you.” He laughed and Yuji laughed lightly, “y.. yeah I remember I jumped into the pond and then you and mom started screaming and then jumped in…” sukuna laughed louder, “Y/n was so mad but she couldn’t stay mad when she saw you with that little duck.” He patted Yuji’s back resting his chin on his head. Soon Yuji fell asleep.

It led you to find him this state. You asked him to go lay him in his bed, he did. He came to help you make some comfort food, it was hilarious when you asked if he could use dismantle on vegetables and it turned out he could. Now over the table in the wall is a sign that says “Malevolent Kitchen.”

The house that night was filled with the soft sounds of cooking, you and your husband talking about whatever came to mind. The Golden pot boiling with whatever broth you made. Sukuna was fighting the rice cooker while you tempura fried some shrimp and rolled some noodles to cook

It was well past 9 when you heard Yuji coming, both of you turning to see him walking yawning and rubbing his eyes. Bare feet padding along the kitchen floor. “Come sit down Yu you gotta be hungry.” you fixed him a large bowl of noodles with Tempura shrimp. On the side were the massive Onigiri Sukuna had made, he even tried to use the nori stamp to put little faces on them. More often than not they have 4 little crooked eyes that looked mad but it squeezed your heart how he laughed to himself saying “Yuji’s going to love these.”

He did, you watched as he bit into it rice sticking to his face. “These are good dad what did you fill them with?” “Nitamago we forgot to pack em for lunch so.. improvise I guess.” You both sat down with Yuji talking and eating. Just enjoying the free time you had together before Sukuna would go commit another crime against the higher ups 🤍🤍

Yeah 🥹

Im here 10-1 in the morning 🤍 It took all day to type this out 😭😭

Also a lot of my co workers walked out today 🥹 it was rough

Tag List: @sad-darksoul @cyder-puff @satorisgirl @bontensbabygirl @lupita97lm @queen-luna-007 @sakuxxi @mercymccann @simpforyoubitch @certainduckanchor @domainofmarie @najiiix @bakugou-katsukis-wife @amitiel-truth @souyasplushie @mylovelessnightmare

[nogenderbee]

Hanahaki!reader has a crush on Albedo, Tighnari, Heizou, Venti, Wanderer

Tell me if I didn't wrote Wanderer right since it's my first time writing him

TW: vomiting, mentions of death

⊱ Albedo was really smart and he always cared about you, and he had looks too... so how could you not fall for him? Alright I'm ending simping

⊱ you always liked helping him with his potions, last week he told you that this potion was really dangerous but that didn't stop you, surprisingly you didn't notice any affects

⊱ well... not immediately, and to this day he still doesn't know that his potions cursed you

⊱ of course you didn't asked him about it, instead you asked Sucrose and she told you about Hanahaki disease

⊱ of course Albedo noticed you acted a little differently since drinking that potion but he didn't mentioned it untill he found out that you're vomiting with flowers

"YN? Are you alright? Have you been around something that could curse you? If not I think it could be that potion we didn't knew effect earlier."

⊱ even if you won't tell him, he'll quickly figure out it's Hanahaki disease and will encourage you to confess to your love interest, and he even suggested helping you with that

⊱ you didn't wanted to since it was him you liked but you were so sure that he doesn't like you back, meanwhile he disliked thought of you liking someone else than him but he still don't want you to die in worst scenario

⊱ if you do finally confess to him, he immediately tells you his feelings as well to shorten your pain, but later he also assures you that these are his true feelings

"I love you too, YN. I know it may seem to you like I'm doing it out of pity but I actually had these feeling for a long time and..."

⊱ Tighnari always cared for you and scold you whenever he had to but you knew it was for your own good so of course you falled for him

⊱ he warned you many times about how nature can trick you, but how could you focus on what he's saying when he's just so pretty?

⊱ so it just happened that you eat something you shouldn't and received Hanahki disease in return

⊱ you still did your best to hide it not to worry him and when you discovered what it means, you were even more careful being scared to admit your feelings

⊱ honestly he already knew about it but thought it could be a nice lesson for you since he has the medicine, so he waited for a little while but not long enough for your disease to hurt you badly

⊱ if you won't admit to him, he'll mention it himself

"YN, we need to talk. I know you eat that mushroom even if I clearly told you it's poisonous, but don't worry I have a medicine. Just next time you could at least tell me. What if I wouldn't notice? You know it's deadly curse, right?"

⊱ and that's how you're free from Hanahaki disease without being forced to admit your feelings

⊱ although if you're bold and decide to admit either way, he'll act a little annoyed by the situation you're in, but it's hard to take his words seriously when his tail is wagging

"YN, I love you too but... I'd really prefer if you wouldn't so it because of your disease. No, my tail isn't wagging, it's just your imagination. Probably some side-effects."

⊱ last 2 sentences are a lie

⊱ Heizou actually was a big tease, he always flirted with you for fun, so of course sooner or later you falled for him, even if you knew he probably is like that with everyone

⊱ and you were adventurer who recently was hired to explore some mystery mines

⊱ even tho Heizou warned you many times that you can die there and should go on your own, you still did since they promised you a BIG reward

⊱ when you came back, he immediately picked on that something is off even if you didn't noticed that yet, those actually were first symptoms of Hanahaki disease

⊱ after you came back, he asked you many questions about your crush and encouraged you to confess to them without giving you much explanation why

"Hey, YN! Remember how you told me about your crush? I think I know the way to confess to them! So you just have to..."

⊱ if he sees hour disease getting worse tho, he'll stop being so secretive and straight up told you what can happen to you if you won't at very least try

⊱ the only thing he couldn't figure out was who you may have a crush on, sure he had some assumptions but nothing more

⊱ if you so finally confess to him, he'll be a little surprised he couldn't figure it out earlier but of course he confesses back

"So it is me after all? I must admit that you did great job at hiding it. But my dear partner, I love you too, with my whole entire heart."

⊱ ah yes Venti, always so cheerful and funny, it is easy to fall for boy like him, isn't it?

⊱ it was often for two of you to hangout at the tavern and so you did that day, but you grabbed not yours drink without even realizing it and that's how your Hanahaki disease started

⊱ Venti could feel something was off with you but he decides to not get too into it since it's your private things and you'd tell him if you'd want to

⊱ the truth is even you didn't knew that you catched Hanahaki disease and it actually was Noelle that picked on your behavior, and you finally got to know what's wrong from Lisa

⊱ if you won't tell Venti then there's hight chance he won't know what's going on untill you start vomiting with flowers but if you do tell him, he'll be just as worried

"My dear friend, you need to tell your love interest how you truly feel or else your disease could get even worse! If you need bards help, remember that you just have to say a word!"

⊱ he'll will suggest you his help, like playing some romantic notes while you confess to your crush

⊱ it you take too much time, he'll proceed to beg you to do it since he doesn't want you to die and probably will spill that he loves you on his way if you won't stop him

⊱ if you confess to him tho, he'll be literally so happy for the rest of the day, and you better not have anything planned because he'll take your whole time

"My dear, I couldn't be happier! I love you too! I love you so so so much!! I can't believe you thought I didn't felt the same way about you."

⊱ you like him because you have the biggest 'I can fix him' problem... me too

⊱ Wanderer could be a little mean to you, he is to everyone but you saw his softer side as well and that's how you feel for him

⊱ you were an adventurer so it wasn't anything new to get commission with defeating certain amount of monsters

⊱ beating couple of chilichurls wasn't a problem for you, but when a monster you didn't knew took you by surprise, it was a little weird to you, especially that it run away right after you pointed your weapon at it

⊱ what you also didn't knew is that this exact monster was the reason for your disease

⊱ once you started vomiting flowers, you knew you had to learn what it is and you did, it was Hanahaki disease, so of course there was no way you could tell Wanderer about it

⊱ but that doesn't mean that he haven't noticed your physical state lately, he even discovered what might be wrong with you

⊱ he really acted like he doesn't care about you and just reminds you what can happen but the truth is that he's extremely worried

"I knew you mortals were stupid but I hoped you're not that dumb. You know you can die if you won't so something about your disease, right?"

⊱ after time passes tho, he's more forcing you to confess to your crush than encouraging you

⊱ so sooner or later you have to give up and confess to him

"You- Ugh fine... but I'm saying it just so you can live. I love you too. Happy?"

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[ravenrune]

A little Luis x F!reader thing I've been working on for the past few days. I enjoy writing the reader meeting a character for the first time, so here is one for Luis. I went for she/her pronouns this time. I'm sorry I didn't go for gender-neutral. I will again next time! <3

No warnings. Fanfic. Not beta-read. Around 900 words.

The first step

Under any other circumstances, Luis loved to attend parties. The wedding he was at right now, however, had killed his joy very early on. Luis barely knew the couple and didn’t understand why they’d invited him. Politeness, he figured. He used to work with the man, and they had kept in touch after he’d left Umbrella, but to call them friends would be a massive overstatement. Vague acquaintances seemed much more fitting.

Except for this time, anyway.

Initially, Luis had looked forward to the wedding. Not because he cared much about the wedding couple, but because he always wanted to meet new people. This wedding, however, was boring with a capital B. It seemed as if everyone present was in a relationship and didn’t feel like interacting with strangers.

Luis himself had come alone. He’d tried to get a friend to join him, but nobody had been interested. Luis didn’t have any women in his life that he was romantically involved with, so he hadn’t been able to score a date, either. Didn’t matter much, though, because normally, he was pretty good at keeping himself, and strangers, entertained.

Bored and annoyed, he got up from the table, seemingly invisible to the people around him. He’d go out for a smoke, have another drink, and maybe then it would finally feel appropriate to leave. He didn’t think he’d ever be home before eleven after a party, but he really wasn’t feeling it this time.

“Ai, ai, ai,” he muttered, stepping out into the rain. He was pretty sure the weather forecast had promised clear skies, but apparently they’d been wrong again. “How hard can it be to predict the weather?”

“Surprisingly difficult, actually,” came a female voice from behind him. “Want to stay under my umbrella?”

Luis turned around and saw a woman standing there. Relatively young. Nice dress. It was too dark to see the colour of her eyes or hair. She was holding a big umbrella and gestured to him to come over.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Luis flashed her a big smile and stood next to her. “You mind if I light one up?” He held up his pack of cigarettes.

She shrugged. “Nah, go ahead.”

Luis lit his cigarette and placed the pack and the lighter back in his pocket. “Why are you outside? It’s a bit cold, no?”

“Cold doesn’t bother me much,” she replied. “It’s a bit too… crowded inside.”

Luis glanced at her. She had nice features, but he still couldn’t tell what colour her eyes or her hair were. “Is it too crowded, or is it just too boring?” He asked, only half joking.

She laughed and looked around to ensure nobody was close enough to hear her. “It really is very boring,” she groaned. “I kinda regret coming here. I could’ve stayed home and watched a movie. Would’ve cost me less money, too.”

“Yeah… I don’t even know why I was invited,” Luis muttered. “They don’t seem that interested in their guests.”

“Money, probably. They just want gifts. Isn’t that why people get married in the first place?”

Luis nearly choked on some smoke. “People get married for money? Where’s the romance in that, amiga?”

“Romance is dead,” she stated matter-of-factly, “everything is just a financial transaction nowadays.”

Wow. Luis wasn’t sure about what to say. How could someone think that way? He wondered if perhaps something had happened in her past, that someone had hurt her badly enough to turn her away from romantic interactions.

It was hard to imagine, and the thought made him feel a bit sad. His first instinct was to see this as a challenge. A challenge to try and conquer her heart. Then again, he also knew very well that that could end badly. He may consider himself quite the ladies’ man, but he wasn’t in it to hurt people. He didn’t hop from woman to man to woman just to satisfy his needs and move on. Not anymore, anyway. Not like when he was younger.

Luis had gotten so lost in thought, his cigarette started to burn his finger. “Agh!” He threw the thing on the ground and stomped it out. “That hurt!”

“Not the smartest thing I’ve ever seen,” she joked. “Do you need a plaster?”

Luis smiled. “Nah,” he muttered. “I just gotta pay attention.”

He liked hearing her laugh, he thought to himself. He wouldn’t mind hearing it more often.

“You eh… you got a name, amiga?” He asked.

“Y/N,” she replied.

“Good name. I’m Luis Serra.” He extended his hand, which she shook. “Encantado.”

“Same… I think?” She smirked. “How about we go back inside and get something to drink? I’m sick of the rain.”

Going inside for a drink. That seemed like a very nice first step for Luis. “Yeah, why not. I’ll buy you one.”

“Eh?” She frowned at him. “Drinks are free tonight.”

“Oh yes, of course.” Luis laughed. “Well, I’m sure that after tonight you’ll want nothing more than for me to take you out and buy you one elsewhere!”

“I doubt it,” she muttered while folding her umbrella. “But hey… surprise me, I guess.”

Now that was definitely a challenge, and Luis wasn’t the type to say no to one.

[xaefanfictions]

The Saiki K cast taking care of their crush's Tamagotchi

Characters: Saiki Kusuo, Kaidou Shun, Aren Kuboyasu, Teruhashi Kokomi, Nendou Riki

Author note: I want Aren and Kaidou to take care of my little Kevin so badly (yes, I called mine Kevin because I thought it was funny)

Listening to: Backyard Boy - Claire Rosinkranz

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Saiki Kusuo:

↪ Surprisingly, Kusuo accepts to look after your Tamagotchi.

↪ Even more surprising is the fact that he actually enjoys taking care of your virtual pet! Well, at first. He can not stand the constant ringing for too long.

↪ He likes how mindless this is, how he doesn't have to feel overqualified for the job but like a regular teenager being of service to a fellow classmate that he may or may not fancy.

↪ His parents are teasing him to no end. His mother is gushing about her son being able to raise a child, and his dad chimes in, crying because he is not ready to be a grandfather yet. They are just as overdramatic as always.

↪ He gives it back to you in due time and in good shape, secretly hoping that you would go to him for help like this more often.

Kaidou Shun:

↪ Even if it clashes horribly with his dark persona, Shun would do anything you ask him to. And that includes taking care of Mimitchi while you're away.

↪ He starts calling it the Egg of Discord when the others laugh at him for carrying a "girly" toy around. He also says that it holds immense powers and serves as a talisman to keep Dark Reunion away.

↪ He probably needs to ask his mother for help with the controls but would rather die than straight up go to her, so he figures them out by himself.

↪ Kaido takes a liking to your Tamagotchi and secretly babies it like he would an actual human baby. He talks to it in an "UwU" voice and sleeps with it beside his pillow.

↪ When you come back, he proudly gives you the Egg of Discord back with a smirk before asking very shyly for a hug because he missed you a whole lot.

Kuboyasu Aren:

↪ Since he wants to make friends and pass as a regular teenager, Aren gladly accepts to look after your virtual pet (it might also be because he has a big fat crush on you, who knows).

↪ He carries it everywhere to hear it ring and make sure it does not die on him. He wouldn't want to upset you after all!

↪ If anyone makes fun of him for carrying a toy around, he will scar them for life, either mentally or physically. No one will say anything negative about your precious little angel under his watch.

↪ He is not a fan of the constant ringing, but he couldn't even bring himself to throw it against the nearest wall when Kuchipatchi suddenly shit itself in the middle of the night. How sweet <3

↪ He will hand it back to you alive and well for sure! He was careful with it and defended its honor until the very last second.

Teruhashi Kokomi:

↪ Little Miss Kokomi gladly agrees to watch over your little one. It is not like she likes you or anything! It really is just because she has an image to keep up! D-Don't get the wrong idea!

↪ She probably sees it as you wanting to bless your silly toy with her god-like presence because of her bloated ego. She thinks very highly of herself for giving you a hand.

↪ She knows how to care for a Tamagotchi, mainly because she had her mother's as a child. It brings back some nostalgia.

↪ She gives it back to you in good shape, with a smile that would make any boy fall in love. When you take it from her and your hands touch, she explodes into a blush and runs away in shame.

Nendou Riki:

↪ Riki has no idea how to care for a Tamagotchi, but he will still accept because it means a lot to his best pal (and crush, but he's too dumb to realize that he likes you).

↪ Futabatchi is going to see some twisted shit.

↪ Riki asks his mother for help because he has no idea how this thing works. She used to have one as a teen, so she thankfully knows how to keep the virtual pet alive.

↪ Realistically, so many things could go wrong: forgetting about it and how to control it, crushing it by sitting on it, losing it somewhere, letting it die miserably...

↪ If he somehow manages to hand it to you alive, it is probably drowning in shit and sick. Riki will ask you to eat ramen with him as a reward for taking good care of it.

[madneedshelp]

You Make Loving Fun - Warren Rojas x FReader

Summary: You weren’t really a relationship girl. Sure, you had no problems with some fun and this was the era of free love, but you preferred to keep things as just fun. So, when your friend introduces you to the drummer in her band, why does he make you want to change this rule so badly?

Warnings: implied sex, recreational drug and alcohol use, adult language

“Karen, I swear I cannot get drunk tonight! I have a shoot tomorrow and I cannot be hungover. No drugs either, they make me sloppy in the morning.” You warned, looping an arm through your friend’s.

She tilted back her head in a laugh. “I promise to keep an eye on you, party pooper. You’ve got to have a little fun, though.”

“Of course I will, I just don’t want to mess up this gig. I’ve worked so hard and things are too fucking competitive out here. I will do my best to loosen up a little bit, though.” You gave her a grin that mirrored her own. 

Karen was one of the few good friends you had out in LA. You came out here to pursue modeling after you were scouted soon after high school, and you’d spent the past couple years working hard at it. Not to brag, but you were doing alright for yourself. You were grabbing a drink with some coworkers of yours, which you had to admit were a little insufferable and bitchy, when you met Karen. 

Now here you were, at a party thrown by Karen’s new band. The Six seemed like cool people, Karen definitely liked them better than her previous bandmates, so that made them okay in your book. She was right though, you did need to relax a little bit. This party might’ve been just what you needed. 

“Everyone, this is my good friend, YN. Y/N, that’s Graham, Warren, Eddie, Billy, and Billy’s lovely wife Camila.” Karen announced to the group. 

You exchanged pleasantries with everyone before more people started arriving and the group dispersed. It wasn’t long before Karen drifted off to talk to Graham and you decided maybe one drink wouldn’t be the end of the world. Loosen up, you told yourself. 

“Hey, Y/N, I’m Warren.”

You jumped a bit as you finished pouring yourself a glass of wine, startled by the immediate presence of a curly-haired man. 

“Oh, hi, and I remember.” You chuckled as you turned to face him. He was cute, in a playful way. He seemed genuinely happy, which was something a lot of aspiring musicians these days didn’t exude.

“So, Karen tells us you’re a model, that’s pretty cool.” He gave you a nervous grin.

You nodded. “Indeed I am. It’s not as glamorous as it looks all the time, though.”

He leaned against the table, very obviously trying to be flirty. “Well, I’m sure if it’s you doing it, it looks plenty glamorous.”

That earned a laugh from you. He was funny. And actually quite attractive, you decided. “What else has Karen told you about me?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, she might have told us that you can be a little stuffy.”

A shocked expression took over your face. “Did she really? Wow. That hurts.” 

“I didn’t say I believed her.” Warren shrugged. 

“No, she’s kind of right. I’ve been working a lot lately and my agents have me under a pretty strict routine. That’s why I came tonight, to have some fun.” Your lips turned up in a sly smile. A rush of satisfaction flooded through you as Warren’s eyes traveled down to your lips. Two could play at this little flirty game he had started.

Suddenly, Karen showed up with Graham and Eddie in tow. “Hey, we’re going to go smoke out back. Do you two want to join us?”

You considered for a moment. If you stopped drinking now and only stuck to some weed, you’d probably be okay in the morning. “Sure, I’m in.”

“Really?” Karen looked pleasantly surprised.

“Yeah, apparently someone is spreading the rumor that I’m ‘stuffy’ and I can’t have that circulating.” You sent her a playful glare. 

“Well, you heard the lady, let’s go.” Warren grinned. 

About an hour later, the five of you sat out back in a comfortable haze. Karen and Graham had gotten surprisingly touchy with each other, and Eddie seemed hilariously out of it. You found yourself sneaking numerous glances at Warren. Weed made you a little horny sometimes, which you probably should’ve considered before agreeing to this. 

Luckily for you, Warren was also sneaking glances. You could tell the wanting feeling between you two was mutual. 

Before long, Karen and Graham slipped away, and Eddie wasn’t long to follow. That left you and Warren alone. 

“So,” He sat up beside you in the chair you two shared. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“Yeah, I really did.” You gave him a lazy smile. “How about you?”

“Me too, but I have fun all the time.” Warren chuckled . 

An easy smile played on his lips and you found yourself staring. He did radiate this comforting sort of vibe…honestly, he radiated fun. You weren’t sure at what point you started leaning toward him, but he had leaned in too. 

Before you knew it, his lips were locked on yours and you had your hands entwined in his mess of dark curls. He gave you a chance to break the kiss, just in case it wasn’t what you wanted, but you didn’t. You only kissed him back hungrier. 

Everything about kissing Warren was thrilling. It felt like light speed, but also as though the minutes had dragged into hours. At some point, he’d shifted you into his lap to where you were straddling him and his hands drifted comfortably to your hips. 

“We could…take this upstairs to my room. If you want to.” He whispered breathily into your ear.

“Sorry, I only fuck guitarists.” You whispered back with a joking smirk.

“Shit, I guess Graham will have to give me some lessons then.” He let out a raspy chuckle that sent a flutter of warmth through you. 

You kissed him again, with the same passion resuming almost immediately. “I suppose I could make an exception this once.”

– – – – – – – – – – 

You were still grinning as you tugged your dress back on. Coming to this party had definitely been the right decision. 

“You don’t have to leave now, you know,” Warren murmured from the bed. 

All giddiness faded from you immediately. You never stayed. Relationships were messy and stressful. Your work was stressful enough for you, so you tended to keep your personal life more casual. 

“I should go, I have a shoot pretty early in the morning.” You didn’t look at him as you put your heels back on. 

He was silent for a beat. “Well, could I call you sometime?”

The pit in your stomach only deepened. You felt guilty at the tinge of rejection in his voice. There was something else too, though, but you couldn’t quite put a name on this other feeling. 

“Warren, listen, I’m not exactly looking for a relationship right now. I’m sorry.” You grimaced, unable to make eye contact. Normally, you didn’t have to do this part because most guys didn’t question things when you left right after.

“Could I call you if we don’t make this a relationship thing?” 

You didn’t really do repeats either. That bordered too close to attachments usually, but something in your gut made you nod. Deep down, you kind of wanted to see him again. 

“Yeah, I think that would be okay.” You said hesitantly. 

After writing down your number, you slipped out the door and went to find the exit. As you sat in the cab on the way home, you realized that the odd feeling you couldn’t name earlier was longing. A part of you had wanted to stay with him. Honestly, you weren’t sure if you trusted that part of you. 

– – – – – – – – – –

You and Warren jokingly liked to call each other sex friends. It was a fairly accurate label, to be completely honest. Yeah, the arrangement started off as a sex thing, but you found that you had actually gotten to know him over the past few months and you enjoyed his company. 

Karen brought you along to a decent amount of band functions if you were off work, since your schedule was patchy sometimes. You enjoyed the extra time you got to spend with her, but you didn’t hate seeing Warren more too. 

You and Karen were lounging on some chairs in the studio one afternoon while you waited for the rest of the band, who were almost all usually always late. 

“Why aren’t you with Warren?” Karen asked out of the blue. 

“Why aren’t you with Graham?” You returned.

She sighed and stared off at the wall. “You know why. I love my work, and I’ll never be the woman that wants to settle down. I don’t want to give this up, and being with him would require that of me in the end.”

You shrugged. “Same for me. Work comes first.” Karen considered your words for a moment, and you could tell she didn’t quite believe you. “Just say what you’re thinking.”

“I think that for me, my work makes me happy, and this is the life that’ll make me happiest. If that’s true for you, I respect that one hundred percent, but I don’t think your work makes you happy like I’m happy.” You were about to protest, but she stopped you. “No, listen, I’m not saying you need to be with Warren to be happy. That’s not it. I’m just saying that you should really consider if this lifestyle is what you truly want in the long run.” 

God, you hated when she was right about things. You couldn’t even challenge her because while it may not have been what you wanted to hear, there was some truth to them. Did you want to spend forever just working and going home to an empty apartment? Hell, it’s not like modeling is a career that lasts forever. Did you really want to pour your whole life into a career that would be done with you before the next decade was up?

“And for the record, I do think you look happy with him. He definitely is happier with you. I’m not trying to tell you what you should or shouldn’t do, I’m just saying that, for the record, that’s what it looks like.” She added and gave you a small smile. 

You couldn’t go into the Warren spiral again. Not now. Your mind had been drifting there all too often lately. 

“I think I need to go.” You mumbled and grabbed your purse. 

Karen stood up with you and put a hand on your arm. “Hey, please don’t. I didn’t want to make you angry, I just thought you needed to hear it. Please stay.”

“I’m not mad, Karen. I’m just frustrated that you’re right, so I think I need to be alone to do some thinking, okay? I’ll call you tonight.” You grabbed her hand and gave it a quick reassuring squeeze before you headed for the parking lot. 

The universe, it seemed, had shitty timing. Keys in hand, tears starting down your face, you opened the door and ran straight into Warren himself. 

“Hey, Y/N, what’s…wait, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” The smile that formed upon your appearance quickly faltered from his face. 

You shook your head, not wanting to deal with any of it right then. “I’m fine, Warren. I’m just going home.”

But he couldn’t just let you leave. No, you had to pick one of the most decent guys in LA to be in a situationship with. He didn’t move from his spot in front of the door. “I don’t think you’re fine, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t try to drive yourself home like this.”

“Dammit, Warren, why do you fucking care!?” The words were harsh and you didn’t really want to say them, but they slipped out anyway. 

“Because I care about what happens to you. I just, I don’t know, I just care about you, okay?” He kept his voice calm.

“I didn’t ask that of you.”

“I know, but I can’t help it.”

You let out a shaky laugh. “The funny thing is, I didn’t want to date anybody because I didn’t want the distractions and complications, but here we are. Here I am. I’m a fucking mess. It doesn’t matter that I didn’t want to love you because apparently I don’t get to decide those things myself.”

He looked stunned for a moment. “You love me?”

“Yeah, Warren, I do.”

“Can I tell you that I love you too, or is this a bad time for that?” 

That mustered a weak chuckle from you. He always could make you laugh, even from the beginning. 

It really hit you then. Loving Warren wasn’t this painful, terrible thing. It was passionate, and warm, and fun, and it felt good. Maybe it wasn’t in your plan to love someone, but you hadn’t met Warren when you decided that for yourself. Love didn’t have to tear you apart, it could be a thing to keep you together. 

“No, I want you to tell me. Please.” You sniffled, looking up at him through your teary eyes as a fresh wave of tears were about to ensue. These were the happy kind of emotional tears, though. 

“I love you. I’ll love you for as long as you’ll let me.” Warren said softly.

He bent down and kissed you then, and as he did, you got the feeling that you would let him love you for a very long time. 

[gauloiseblue]

Asra Alnazar | Modern AU

[+18 | Adult Content MDNI]

A/N: sorry for the random ass post, but I miss soft romance AU, and he's the only comfort character that I know would fit into this. (it's a wonder what a half heart could do to a lady, huh?) Anyway, enjoy my take on him ^^

General

He might not realize it, but most of his clothes are women's clothes. For a reason that he find the texture softer, and more comfortable, compared to men's clothes

Like shirts, and the outerwears

He likes woman's shampoo (*cough* Diane) as well, because it makes his hair smoother, and smells good

He also wears skincare, but limits himself to moisturizer only. Because he once brought so many products, but he ended up not using them because they didn't fit his skin type. He had learnt his lesson

Books and poetry are his weak spots. He likes to read, and can never resist a novel with an interesting title

He treats Orpheus and Eurydice story like the Bible

Sometimes he writes, but he finds his poems terrible, so he never shares it to anyone

Surprisingly, he doesn't have any favorite movie. While he does like a few movies, there's none that touched him—to the point that it changes him as a person

People around him would debate over his pet preference, some would be so sure that he's a dog person, while the others were dead serious about him being a cat person.

(Imagine their surprise when they found out that he owned a ball python)

He prefers to cook his own food rather than buying take-out, except for the food that (1) took a long time to make, and (2) sourdough bread (or any kind of artisan breads, really)

Talking about preference, his favorite beverages are smoothies and wines. But for wine, he only likes them when they're sweet. If it's a red wine, he'd like them hot and spiced. For white wine, he prefers port wine. I can see him liking any sweet cocktail like Baileys, Sangria, or Margarita. He only indulges in alcohol every once in a while, but smoothies? Oh boy…

Contrary to people's belief, he doesn't listen to music that much. Even if he does, he's listen to instrumental music

He values his concentration a lot, and would do anything to keep himself focused. That's why he practices meditation, and he'd take some time to meditate, at least once a day.

I can see him as someone who owns a perfume shop, or a place for an art exhibition. And he won't have just one job either, he'll have many things on his plate that's relating to arts, fragrances, and wellness

When people ask him about his belief, he'd say that he believes everyone is responsible for their actions. He doesn't believe that God would meddle with people's affairs, and strongly believes in karma. He also believes in reincarnation, that's why he tries to not make enemies with anyone, because he doesn't want to deal with them again in the next life

While he doesn't necessarily believe in the personification of God, he believes in the existence of Deities, and he respects their existence as something beyond human knowledge

Which, in turns, makes him luckier somehow

(Maybe it's because Deities favor him, but who knows)

He's really bad at video games, mainly because he never takes it too seriously. But his friends would invite him to play, because he always makes them laugh

He also sings, very badly at karaoke, because he never listens to the songs

Despite of his easy-going nature, no one's really close to him. He's a private person, and wouldn't disclose anything about himself too much

But strangely, people would claim that they know him best, solely on the random facts that he had told them separately

(And it's always fun to watch them arguing about it)

Love/Relationship

Like I said earlier, he's easy-going, and that means he's easy to approach too. But that's it, that's what he'd ever be

He's approachable, but unavailable at the same time

And the reason for it, is because his idea for love is very complex. He couldn't love someone if they didn't connect on deeper level

In the past, he's not afraid to kiss anyone he found interesting, but as he grew up, he did it less and less, to the point of stopping

(Once, he got into an argument because the person he kissed believed that they had something, but he firmly stated that they're nothing. Which snowballed into a fight, and their relationship became a gossip for quite a while)

He never slept with anyone either, because he believes that sex is an exchange of energy, and he didn't want to give a 'part' of him to someone he didn't truly love

I think he's pretty much the embodiment of 'fell in love first × fell harder' trope

He wouldn't know his feelings before they hit him all at once

And when it happens, he won't know what to do, because it's very unfamiliar to him

He'd distance himself with the person he loved, while trying to make sense of his feelings. Does he really love them? Is it something that's genuine, or will it pass?

But once he found all of the answers, he's committing, hard

You won't see any hesitation from him when he confess to you

Would just marry you on the spot if he could

Of course, he'll take it slow at first, but he knows that there's no one else he wants more than you. So he'll work hard to make sure that you're happy with him

Having conversations with him hits different, because he knows you and your way of thinking. You'd say just one word, and he'd already know the whole sentence

On the fluff sides, I think he'll pretty much share things with you

He'll let you move in with him, and will let you use his things without complain

That includes his clothes and skincare

You'd be surprised to find that many of his clothes fit you perfectly. Because they are women's clothes after all

Would prefer to cook for you, but wouldn't mind taking you out for dinner either

Dating him consists of a lot of talking, a lot of kisses, and a lot of cuddles

If you need help, he won't hesitate to do it for you. He'd take care of you when you're sick, he'd pick you up despite of the distance and the time. Whenever you phoned him, you knew he'd pick up in an instant

(He knows it's not healthy, but he can't help it, his world revolves around you now)

You know the post where a man was at the party before he said he missed his gf and went home immediately? Yeah, that's him

If you wear lip balm/lip gloss, you'll find him staring at you, until you apply it to his lips as well

Since he takes good care of his hair, he'll do it to yours too. He'd buy the best products for your hair, and would take care of it twice a week, leaving your hair soft and healthy

In terms of social life, he'd pretty much introduce you to everyone he knows. Whether it's his family, or just friends

Speaking of his family, his parents already welcomed you long before you even met them. They both would exchange a meaningful look whenever their son talked about you. They trust his choice, and will give you both their support if needed

(Now that you've entered the picture, his parents won't stop talking about your relationship with him. They'd gossip like two bored wives in the lazy afternoon, about how he'd propose, or what the wedding would look like)

And Faust!! That little thing is pretty much your child now

When the two of you are cuddling, Faust will find a way to nestles between you and him

(He usually lets Faust out of his tank whenever he's alone, but he'd only do it once you're comfortable with it. Which you did, eventually. And that's an order)

You both pretty much behave like an old couple, and many of his friends point it out to you—mainly in the form of complains, because he's becoming more and more unavailable since you both started dating

But what can you say? It's not like you can escape from him either when he's clinging to you 24/7

NSFW

If you remember what I said earlier about his thought on sex, then you shouldn't be surprised when I told you he's a virgin

When the two of you had sex for the first time, he swallowed his pride and told you that he had no experience. But he made it up to you by giving you oral

While he lacked experience, he definitely knew about women's anatomy (because he secretly read it in women's discussion pages)

And he's an attentive lover, he'd be in tuned with your feelings, and how your body reacted when he did certain things

He only lasted one round the first time, for a reason that it took tremendous energy to keep him focused on pleasuring you. But now that he knows your body like the back of his hand, he won't hesitate to tire you out every time you both have sex

At the end of the sessions, he'd relish the afterglow as he kissed your shoulder tenderly

The feeling would persist, even days after the passionate night. You called it 'lover's bliss', but for him, it's the remnant of 'your energy'

Since he avoided porn like a plague, his view on sex is really different from other people, and that includes the kinks that he's into

Choking and slapping are barbaric to him, but he'd hold you in his arms really tight as he pounded into you from behind. He won't shout vulgar words at you, but he'll whisper unbelievably sweet, but dirty things that'll make you squirm. You won't be forced to pleasure him with your mouth, but he'll eat you out until you cry rapturous tears

While there's no definite correlation between fruits and sweeter cum, his taste is definitely sweet, or at least less bitter than normally. (Yea, I'm nasty, what about it)

About birth control, he won't let you take one, because he knows of the side effects. He'll use condoms instead, or have unprotected sex when it's your safe day

He's a vanilla, but he won't hesitate to make you pass out from overstimulation

Though he won't do it often, since he needs to have the energy to wake up the next day

Trivia

His MBTI type is INFJ

He wears 3 rings—2 on his left hand, and 1 on his right hand—and one of them is actually your engagement ring. He just hasn't give it to you

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE CHARACTER SONG Vol.9 KISS♥MARK by Sakamaki Shuu Mini Drama “Mark of Ownership”

Original title: 所有の刻印

Source: Diabolik Lovers CHARACTER SONG Vol. 9 Mini Drama

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke

Translator’s note: This has to be one of my favorite mini dramas from this series so far. It was a bit shorter than some of the other ones, but I thought the plot of having the MC cut Shuu’s hair was rather endearing. Especially since she got so into it near the end. Although I have to agree with Shuu that she took an awfully long time just to cut his bangs. The man even managed to squeeze a nap in there. :p When I go to the hairdresser just to have my bangs trimmed, I’m in an out of there in like five minutes.

“...Oiーー!”

...

“Hey, you over there!”

You look around.

“Over here, look...I’m loafing around on the couching.”

You walk towards the sofa.

“Ah, stop right there. There’s a pair of scissors inside that shelf. I want you to grab those and bring them here.”

*Clunk* 

You grab the scissors and walk over to the couch.

“Cut my bangs with those. Reiji’s been giving me shit about how I’m ‘violating the rules of well-kept hair’ all day, I can’t even sleep in peace as a result. It’s too much of a bother though, so I want you to do it in my place. I don’t want to have to lift a single finger. ...If you don’t want to cut them, you go shut up Reiji instead.”

You frown.

“If you don’t want, then hurry up and cut my bangs.”

You seem hesitant and suggest he does it himself.

“Hah...? What makes you think I’d do it myself? Were you listening to me just now? I don’t want to have to do anything. I don’t care about the length. Just go with whatever seems fine to you.”

You shake your head.

“You can’t...? Haah...I’m asking you to do it, so get to it already.”

*Rustle*

“I’ll at least do you the favor of sitting up.”

You are clearly very nervous to cut his hair.

“What’s wrong? Your hands are quivering?”

You explain.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t care about the length? Just cut them to your liking since you’re the one who has to see my face every day. If you keep on stalling...I’m going to hurt you with those scissors.”

*Snip*

“...! Oi...! Don’t tug onto my hair that strongly, it hurts!”

You apologize.

*Snip snip snip*

*Rustle*

“...Haah? Turn my head to the side? Can’t you change positions instead?”

You walk to the side.

*Snip snip*

“Heeh...What’s this? Seems like you’re pretty into this.”

You tell him not to move.

“Haah? ‘Don’t move’, you say? Don’t order me around.”

*Snip snip*

“Haah...What a drag...”

*Snip snip*

“I’m going to take a nap real quick, so just take care of the reest, okay?”

*Rustle* 

Shuu dozes off.

*Snip snip*

*TIMESKIP*

“Zzー ... Zzー ...”

*Snip snip*

“Nn...Nnh...”

*Rustle*

“What...? You’re done...? I don’t need to take a look in the mirror. No need to confirm how it looks.”

You show him either way.

“Haah...Are you trying to pester me by showing a mirror to a Vampire? I mean, not that it actually has any effect.”

You ask if he’s satisfied with the look.

“Mm...This’ll do. You’re done. Now qmove aside and go away already. ...Anyway, is this really all you managed to get done in that time? Did you cut it strand by strand or something?”

You explain.

“You lost track of time while trying to get it to look as even as possible on both sides? ...Heehー You’re surprisingly perfectionistic.”

You ask to keep going.

“Hah? You want to fix up a couple more things? ...Honestly, give you an inch and you take a yard.”

Shuu suddenly pins you down.

*Cling*

“Didn’t you hear me earlier when I said we’re done here...?”

*Rustle rustle*

“If you want to be of use to me that badly, let me tell you then. There is only one thing you could ever do for me. ...Right?”

*Rustle*

“Haha...Come on...Be quiet and give me your blood.”

Shuu bites you.

“Nn...Nnh...”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Hah. ...Haah. Look at you trying to seduce me with that face. Haha...”

*Rustle*

“Did you really think you could just leave without doing anything in return after you got to cut away at part of my body...?”

He leans in close.

“You got to have your fun with me, so now it’s your turn to entertain me...”

You wriggle around.

*Rustle*

“Oi...Don’t move. ...Hah. Just like you claim to have cut my hair in utmost detail I’ll make sure to suck your blood in the same way...Doesn’t that make you feel happy? ...Hahn...”

*Gulp*

“Nnh...The blood’s oozing out...Haha...”

You protest.

“Haah? ‘Stop’...? No way...I’m nowhere near done yet.”

You ask him when he’ll be done.

“Good question. I have no idea how long this’ll take. I’ll be taking my sweet time making little adjustments until there’s the bite marks on your neck are in perfect balance. ...Just like you got so nitpicky about my bangs...No, I think I might even take it a step further.”

*Rustle*

“Nn...”

*Gulp*

“Mmh...”

*Rustle rustle*

“Nn...Hah...I’ll make sure it ends up just to my liking. Hahaha...”

ーー THE END ーー

[spuukinightmares]

Mondo Owada Headcanons

Because I need more of these . I need more of these so badly and if no one will give them to me I’ll DO IT MYSELF DAMMIT!

These are all romantic btw . sooo it’s x reader . If that’s not what u want thennnn sorrayyy !!

I feel like I’m gonna end up regretting this later and cringing at myself … but oh well !

Let’s just get this over with so I can gaslight myself into believing that I never wrote this nuh uh no way

Just in case you’re unaware, Mondo falls into the “tough guy delinquent who’s actually a big softie” trope of character.

Which basically means, though he acts all tough and looks all scary in front of everyone else, with his S/O? It’s almost a complete 180.

Whenever you’re alone together, he’s a huge teddy bear.

At the beginning of the relationship, it may take a while for him to actually be comfortable with cuddling and stuff like that.

He may not look it, but he’s actually kinda shy!

He doesn’t wanna mess things up, he doesn’t wanna hurt you or make you uncomfortable.

Plus, his whole life he’s had to keep together his strong, tough guy image in front of everyone.

He’s never really had anyone that he could just be vulnerable with until you. It was a big change.

Once he comes out of his shell though? HUGE cuddler.

He loves to hold you in his arms, to hold your hand, kiss you…

I think that physical touch would be one of his main love languages.

But he still values his image, so when you’re in public together, he isn’t gonna be super affectionate with you.

That’s not to say he won’t be affectionate at all, though!

It’s kind of silly how he does pda, he’s too embarrassed to hold your hand but he’ll still wrap his arm around you when you walk together.

Probably because it still makes him feel strong in a sense that it feels like he’s protecting you.

As well as signalling to other people that they need to back off.

He can get jealous quite easily. There’s a part of him that believes that he doesn’t deserve someone as amazing as you.

That maybe you’d be better off dating someone else.

It makes him feel afraid. Afraid that he’s going to lose you.

I think once you can convince him that you wouldn’t do something like that, and that you don’t want anyone other than him,

He’ll start to hold your hand. :]

Here’s an uncommon headcanon for you:

I’m so sorry, but he would not let you wear the jacket.

Cute as the idea may be, I imagine that his coat is quite sacred to him, sort of like his hair.

So unless you’re a part of the Crazy Diamonds, he’s not gonna let you wear it.

On the topic of his hair though, he almost always has it in his signature pompadour.

And no, he won’t let you touch the pompadour either.

You’ve asked him before if he’s ever let his hair be unstyled, and if he’d ever show you what that would look like.

Immediate answer is “hell no.”

With a bit of convincing, he says that maybe he’ll show you one day, but only if you don’t acknowledge it when it happens.

You agree, of course, but MAN is that a difficult promise to keep.

Because when it actually happens you wanna say something so badly because he looks ??? So gorgeous ?????

But you keep quiet.

Eventually he’ll end up letting you play with it at some point, but only when it’s down.

He finds it very soothing when you run your hands through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp.

It’s so soothing in fact, that it causes him to fall asleep. Everytime.

Very adorable, just make sure to use this power wisely.

Surprisingly, he’s a quiet sleeper. Though he does drool.

If you sleep in the same bed, he’ll always be cuddling with you in some way.

Whether it be just having an arm around you, or hugging you close to him.

He is VERY warm. Great for when it’s cold, but pretty annoying during the summer.

So maybe try not to be under the covers with him in hot weather.

Good luck getting out of bed in the morning btw because he is NOT letting you go.

He’s usually out with his gang at night so he has a habit of going to bed late and not getting up until like . 12pm or something.

Which kinda works out if your sleep schedule is just as bad as his (coughs me coughs).

You help patch him up after fights !!

He gets into a lot of them, and sometimes he doesn’t even notice where he got hurt.

He’s a bit careless when it comes to that sort of thing, so you’re always the one thoroughly checking him over and bandaging him.

It would be oh so cute if you kissed some of his wounds before putting on bandages.

He begins to sort of look forward to you patching him up, so much so that he even allows himself to be hit a few times just so that you can.

He’d NEVER admit to this though. Never.

This isn’t to say that he wouldn’t try to avoid getting seriously injured, however.

He knows you care about him and he doesn’t wanna worry you, so he’s started trying extra hard to not get super roughed up.

Plus he tries to avoid fights all together when you’re with him.

Did I mention that he lets you ride behind him on his motorcycle? Because he does.

If you’re sensitive to loud noises, he’ll keep the muffler on. Or get you some earplugs.

If you’re nervous about it for the first time, he’ll promise to be careful.

Expect to be riding behind him a lot.

He’s never quite sure what to do for dates, so he usually just drives you around the city and makes a bunch of stops at places that he thinks you’d like.

He might also buy you some little trinkets if he has the money.

He’ll be especially nervous with giving gifts to you, he really wants you to like them.

Will probably end up shouting and cursing at nothing, assuming the worst if you don’t respond right away.

He’ll feel REALLY BAD if you flinch, apologizing profusely. And swearing at himself some more as he tries to quiet down.

Eventually you’ll be able to spot the signs when he’s nervous.

You’ll attempt to calm him by holding his hand or putting your hand on his arm or chest, reassuring him that it’s okay and he doesn’t have to feel so nervous.

He’s been working on his volume, for your sake.

Overall he is a very loving and gentle boyfriend, if not a little awkward.

You just need to show him a bit of patience :]

omfg this took SO LONGG and ended up BEING so long too . Oopsie . But anyways I hope that anyone who read this got some sort of enjoyment out of it because I will never be writing again goodbye forever I shall now retreat into my little hole of shame. /hj

WHY IS TUMBLR SO HARD TO USE WHY DOES IT KEEP DELETING TEXT ?? AND IT ADDS TEXT IVE ALR DELETED .. HELP?

I think I need to go to sleep .

[lovefromremus]

AFTG Headcanon Series [3] Aaron

part 1, part 2 part 3, part 4

Biromantic asexual but just isn't very open about it, the rumours of him being homophobic make him laugh because he's liked boys since middle school

Favourite colour is all variations of green and purple

Katelyn was his first proper girlfriend

Probably did a lot of bad things for bad people in order to get drugs when he was younger, he tries not to think about it

Got close with Matt after moving dorms

Was also very very sad when he had to leave because Neil moved in with Andrew but he got over it

THE OLDER TWIN i just please please "it's so obvious andrew is older because he" BUT WHAT IF HE WASN'T THEN WHAT I SAY

When he finds out he's the older twin he feels even worse for not knowing Andrew for so long, for not being able to protect him more

Because even if it was only by a few minutes, he wished he could have looked after his baby brother

Definitely loves all colours on the spectrum of blue and/or purple he just finds them so calming to look at (Katelyn paints his nails for sure istg)

Is the type of guy to say he'll be productive and get all his school work done before the holidays begin and ends up cramming it all in the night before the semester starts again

Turned away from religion after Nicky told him how badly he was hurt by it. He doesn't view religion as a bad thing, he just can't be a part of a group that he knows hurt Nicky so badly, also my man has seen a lot in his time

Gets along surprisingly well with Dan due to his friendship with Matt and because she often hangs out with Katelyn

Starts to understand Andrew and his perspective a lot more the more they go to therapy together, deep down he knows that all Andrew did was protect him (just like Aaron himself did)

Claims he doesn't believe in conspiracy theories and then spends hours at night researching them with Kevin

Probably had a boyfriend or two when he was younger but never mentions it to anyone because he knows they'll either a) not take him seriously or b) in Nicky's case, make a huge deal out of it

A very private person

Not in the sense that he is unknownable he just usually likes to keep everything personal to himself, nobody really knows what he's doing unless you're with him at the time

A lover of quiet. Definitely glares at people on the train/bus when they're talking really loudly and always wears headphones

Eventually sees Bee for his own sessions to help him communicate with people better, bro has zero social skills

Overall, I think Aaron is a very misunderstood character

He had a really rough childhood with no one table enough to raise him apart from his cousin he barely saw and was only a few years older then he was (and equally as traumatized)

I think that had a large impact on who he became, however you do have to consider how much he did to prove how he cares for others (e.g, dating Katelyn despite it angering Andrew, killing Dr*ke for Andrew etc)

He has so much potential

I love him so much

Definitely had twin girls with Katelyn when they grow up, a very popular hc but ugh girl dad Aaron and Andrew is the fun gay uncle

RAHHH I love this boy so much

[roccinan]

How do you feel when you watch the spin off? What do you think of it? And do you like it? For me, I sort of like eps 1-4, the rest are just meh, I couldn't bring myself to care for the other characters, I tried. And I was very confused, what year the spin off?. It started off good and... Idk. All I can say is that Andres truly belong in the asylum. That man creeps me out. If I were Camille, I ran away the second I saw that creep. Lol.

Hello anon! I couldn't answer you earlier because I didn't get to watch it. But now I've finished it and, hum, I certainly have a lot of thoughts that I'll probably post later LOL.

For now, here are the most fresh on my mind. I agree with you- eps 1-4 were surprisingly good, last one was pretty cool too, ralicia supremacy. I was mostly just surprised I didn't dislike it. Can't say I loved it, or that it's my ideal berlin spinoff, but for all the "factors" against it that Pina chose of his own free will asdfasdf, it turned out surprisingly OK.

Spinoff takes place around 2013, according to Pina. Which messes with the canon timeline so much we'll just have to see it as a parallel universe where time doesn't matter.

I now call spinoff!Andres my wife. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. So unfortunately, I cannot slander my bride like that.

But I liked that he was still a freak. The show didn't try to make him a better person thankfully, but I think a lot of the reviews were complaining about him being an asshole or complaining that he was ruined for not being enough of an asshole, missed the mark a bit. The main problem, if we have to pick one, about him, is that the context around him is too shallow to take seriously. His speeches about love have no substance (and they actually did in lcdp) because the circumstances have no substance. He's putting romance above the heist because well, why shouldn't he lmao? There's no personal stake here, and it's not like he'll get capital punishment for getting caught.

And that "problem" extends to everyone else. Their motives and actions are just very shallow and There for the sake of being there. Like Roi and Cameron could have had a moving romance, but instead Cameron made me cringe very badly with how much she felt like Alex Pina's idea of "hawt gurl with sad past!!" And said "sad" past was actually really fucked up but the story didn't seem to think so!? It wasn't a tragic romance--it was a 20-something musician sleeping with a 15yo fangirl, abducting her, and then traumatizing her so badly she entered the asylum and ended up hanging out with berlin. Like????

I'll say I misunderstood Keila though. Liked her a lot better in the show than the trailers. But everytime I went "oh, I like her uwu" she'd do something that makes me GAG like inhaling Bruce's sweat or licking his spoon asdfasdf Also the part where she confessed her love for him after the snake bite gave me secondhand embarrassment. None of the love stories felt lasting, believable, or touching to me. Probably because there were too many of them and it was even more convenient than lcdp proper!

Bruce was different than I expected. He's insensitive, but not "dumb" like the character descriptions made him out to be. Same as Keila. Everytime I thought "I like him uwu" he'd do something like talk about pubic hair or cover himself in oil/water, instantly making me die.

Damian is Sergio 2.0 and also Martin 2.0, but straight and old. No strong feelings for him either way. But it was funny that Andres got so mad about sharing a bed with him, when he was willingly hopping into bed with Martin LMAO. Also ngl, it stung my little berlermo heart to see Damian and Andres sing karaoke and go on a lover's bike ride together.

Roi was my favorite new member. He felt like a real original character, and his relationships with Cameron and Andres were nicely fleshed out even if they both confused me. Cameron because the romance was shallow to me. Andres because Roi never told us how they met or why Andres took him in. Andres giving Roi advice on temper control is also hilarious. We'll just have to assume that Andres is willing to raise everyone's kid except his own. He even took that one boy to the bathroom asdfasdf

But overall, I agree anon. I just didn't care for the new characters the same way I did the old gang or the cormorants. Maybe because the stakes were too low or because they were always beautiful and perfect (except Damian lol) no matter the situation. I personally think the producers were trying very hard to create new stars with this show, so they aggressively showed off Pina's flashy new blorbos (cameron, keila, bruce, and roi) but you can't force popularity. This is also my conspiracy theory for the lack of Sergio- they knew having the profesor here would take too much attention from the flashy new blorbos.

Not much to say about Camille. Was hoping she'd be cooler/smarter than this, but what kind of smart woman would not see the red flags in Andres LMAO. Wasn't surprised when Polignac turned out to be an asshole either- man just has the face of a jerk. Was disappointed that they didn't have a threesome with Andres. And the smartest person was Camille's friend.

Lastly, SAME ANON LOL Andres was an insane stalker, off the wall crazy and so annoying about it too. I wish Camille would have slapped him in the end, but oh well- at least their storyline didn't end as stupidly as it could have. She got her money at least XD Hopefully she's not dumb enough to reunite with him (and if she's wife no. 4 we know it didn't work out already).

Does the show deserve a season 2? No. Will I watch season 2? Yes LOL

Main takeaways:

Romance 1/10 Heist 7.5/10 Pedro's face 11/10 New characters 2/10 (not sharing all of their backstories or why/how they ended up in berlin's gang was a major weak point imo) Story 5/10

A solid 7/10 if we don't compare it to lcdp.

[mountjude]

take my breath away (meeting and dating yuichi kimura p.1)

hcs inspired by take my breathe away by berlin

mainly meeting yuichi, friends to lovers

implied fem reader, otherwise gender neutral

you met on the bullet train

your codename was the horror

your handler had you on the train to get rid of the hornet

she was surprisingly hard to find

(considering she was in a costume the whole movie)

it was pretty boring

there was like one interesting part where a guy bumped into a woman serving food and some guys yelled at him

pretty funny

majority of the train ride you were finding dead bodies and watching the same people walk around

"what the fuck"

soon the amount of passengers started getting smaller and smaller each stop

it was somewhat peaceful until literally everything went to shit

soon it was only the horror, the father, the prince, the ladybug and the fruits on the train

you had already realized some sketchy shit was going on once you had found the wolf and hornet early on

from then on your new mission was to find the other hitmen on the train and turn them in, instead

obviously that plan went to shit

you ended up finding lemon before tangerine had, along with yuichi

you hadn't really gotten to know either of them, you just saw them passing on the train

you were with ladybug when tangerine found out prince was a diesel

you were very iffy of her bc of her white girl tears yk

"I do not trust this bitch"

eventually you proved to be correct once the elder showed up

you kinda just got up slowly from your seat and went to sit with the elder while the prince ran down the train

"I think I know where you son is"

you led the elder and ladybug to him and lemon

both yuichi and lemon had woken up

ladybug helped lemon up and the elder and you helped yuichi to his feet

it was a silent ride until the boys started arguing

"YOU FUCKING SHOT ME"

at this point you were exhausted

you hair was fucked up, you had already taken off your heels bc what the fuck, and now these 3 grown ass men were fighting like hooligans

the elder got them to shut up

but it was pretty funny when yuichi jumped on lemons back ngl

you let out a little snort, yuichi glanced up at you

lemon handled the front, ladybug was the distraction, the elder would wait for the white death, while you and yuichi would wait in the middle

you made small talk to pass the time until you arrived in kyoto

"you father says you have a son"

"..yes"

"cool"

you could imagine he was pretty tired, so he gave very short answers

he had a spear he made with ducttape while u had the piece of metal sharp and bent at the end

"so how the fuck are we gonna do this thing"

you established he was gonna hide near the bar while you hid under table

everyone was pretty much fine

you both worked very well together ans got to the front of the train towards the elder

both yuichi and you were on the verge of passing out and throwing up from exhaustion

the train had began to move very VERY fast

yuichi was bleeding ALOT

then he chucked a waterbottle at the white deaths head and the elder got him

then the train got ripped apart while you all were fuckin spinning in the air

you were holding onto a bar attached to seat

yuichi hands started to weaken and he let go of what he was holding onto

tbh he thought he was fucked until you grabbed his wrist

he was holding onto you for dear fuckin life

once the train stopped moving everything was pretty much fucked

everyone was bleeding, bruised and beaten badly

yuichi pulled you out from the rubble and helped you to your feet

you thought everything was fine, since the white death accidently killed himself

then the prince showed up and delivered her monologue

you were pretty much over it and leaning on yuichi shoulder

then she got hit by a truck

"well hot damn"

ladybug left with his handler, and you said your goodbyes to the unlucky guy

your handler unfortunately was still in tokyo

you decided to go home with the elder and father

you would only have to walk a bit until your handler could come get you

"thank you.. for grabbing my hand"

"it was no problem, we are kind of bonded for life now that we've killed hitmen on a bullet train together"

he let out a small chuckle at that

he admired how you could still joke after what had just happened

unbeknownst to the father, the elder gave him a small smile, knowing his son all too well

this was the start of a beautiful friendship <3

yuichi kimura my love <3 im doing the lords work

[atierrorian]

THE START AND THE END Part 1 Scaramouche x reader series "I'm glad I've met you [Name]" "I'm glad I've met you too Kuni"

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Do you want to hear a story about a puppet and another puppet who fell in love with each other? Well then if that's the case sit back and relax and read this story about a puppet who had fell in love with another puppet. Now then see you at the main story~

"I don't have heart." "Then may I be your heart?" A puppet made in Sumeru by the Akademiya, they needed more... help around Sumeru. And yes although they could have hired someone else to do the job. They didn't, Because they thought a puppet would suffice more for the job, after all they take commands by their Master with no Hesitation. And create they did. And low and behold. They had successfully made their puppet. And had decided to name them [Name]. [Name] was a good puppet to the Akademiya. And the Akademiya thought that [Name] would be loyal to them for as long as they can live. But their biggest mistake while making [Name].. was giving them human emotions and feelings. [Name] does love Sumeru dearly, it is their home after all, but the Akademiya doesn't give them much of a break, nor do they let them travel around Teyvat. They would always say "[Name] you must and only be loyal to the Akademiya only, and you are not allowed to go outside of Sumeru.. understand?" [Name] was loyal to them sure. But not as loyal as they wanted them to be. [Name] wanted so badly to explore Teyvat they truly did, but the Akademiya wouldn't let them outside of Sumeru. So they decided that it was time to Rebel and escape the Akademiya's Clutches. They could still visit anyways. So phase 1 of escaping had now commence.

Now escaping the Akademiya isn't that easy but [Name] is smart so they already made a plan to escape. Now normally [Name] would have been doing errands still at night but luckily for them the Akademiya has not given them any. But of course the Akademiya isn't stupid, although they had placed an Akasha Terminal on [Name] like their plan was, but this wasn't a normal Akasha Terminal. This Akasha Terminal could detect and tell them what [Name] was doing if [Name] was out of their sight either doing errands or something. And if [Name] had planned to try and escape well.. they would be immediately be told by the Akasha Terminal that [Name] was planning to escape. So [Name] decided to remove their Akasha Terminal. But it wasn't really that easy. Firstly for this Akasha Terminal that [Name] was wearing, they needed some sort of a button let's say in order to deactivate their Akasha Terminal. Of course [Name] already had it, they had snucked into the Akademiya where they would be hiding the remote for [Name]'s Akasha Terminal. And surprisingly it was pretty easy for [Name]. They just had to decode here and there and entered several passwords that only the Sages would know and escaping other securities in order for them to get the remote. And they did. And now [Name] had removed their Akasha Terminals successfully and now could finally roam around Teyvat freely. [Name] was now already at the Entrance where you could get in or out of Sumeru, and they were about to get out. But the moment they were about to step out of Sumeru suddenly a glow was emitting from their hands, and when they checked on it.. it was a Vision... A dendro Vision! A dendro vision because [Name] had proved themselves worthy of it and because of their Ambition and determination had gotten themselves a vision.. and not just any vision it was a Dendro vision as well to remember Sumeru! [Name] was very happy now that they could somewhat protect themselves now of course they need to train but later once their far away from Sumeru now, but now [Name] felt more confident and had now ran out of the Sumeru region with their new Dendro vision and now was at the Chasm. They couldn't believe. They were really out of Sumeru and now finally free! They felt so happy now. [Name] hadn't realized that they were crying but the moment they did they wiped their tears away. [Name] had red about the Chasm but never was in the Chasm. And now they had finally finished their phased 1. Now it was onto phase 2.

[Name] was exploring the Chasm until somebody yelled out to them. "Hey you aren't suppose to be here unless you have a pass." Somebody yelled out to them. [Name] looked behind them to see who was yelling and it was man that was a Miner. "Huh oh I'm sorry I didn't know.. I came from Sumeru actually and I want to go to Inazuma so can you help me get out of this place please?" [Name] said to the Miner while the Miner looked at them. "Of course I can! Now here you must be hungry, here eat up." The Miner said and handed them a dessert that looked like it came from a different region. Now because [Name] was a puppet they didn't really needed to eat but because they didn't wanted to look rude and ungrateful they accepted it. "Thank you sir." [Name] said while quietly munching on the food they gave them. "Aw you're welcome kid, now let's go and get you out of the Chasm, It's not safe for you to be here anyways, even if you do have a Vision you don't have a pass and It's still not safe here so come on." The Miner said and led the puppet out of the Chasm.

"Thank you sir for bringing me out of the Chasm and giving me some food." [Name] said and thanking the Miner. "No problem kid now off you go now and be careful alright?" The Miner said while [Name] nodded and told him they would be careful. The miner nodded and headed off to continue his work while [Name] was now looking out of the unfamiliar scenery and land that they were about to explore.

They couldn't wait to have this Journey of theirs! But they never expected to meet someone that was exactly like them tho..

What have they gotten themselves into tho.. A fun Journey is what they got themselves into tho!

Part 1 done. Ps sorry if it's pretty short I ran out of ideas for this one but yeah.

[silvermoose]

Soon

Fanfic I wrote about The Coffin of Andy and Leyley. Originally on reddit, then Ao3.

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It was late, so fortunately there was no one around. He backed up his car so it was a good distance from the bridge.

I should be able to gain enough speed to go straight through the barrier. Drowning would be hard, but he had his seat belt on to keep him in place, and the windows open to make it easier for water to enter the car.

He cleared his mind of all thoughts. It was surprisingly easy now, he was calmer than he had been in… well, ever.

He hit the gas. The car raced forward, through both lanes towards the water, and crashed into the barrier, which didn't move an inch.

“Fuck,” he screamed out loud. “FUCK!!!”

The car was damaged, badly, but he was still able to back it up to try again. He gave himself more distance this time.

This should break the barrier, he thought, and slammed on the gas pedal. It lurched forward, but stalled, and lurched forward again. The crash had fucked something up, and the car would not gain traction.

“FUCKING HELL,” he screamed. He tried to back up again, but the car no longer moved smoothly, only in short, jerky motions. He banged his head on the wheel and let the horn go for a few seconds before lifting his head back up.

He could jump, sure, but he was too good a swimmer to stay down. If only he had the Christmas light or ropes from his parents, then he could tie a rock to himself for weight.

Fine. Police I guess. He started driving on the road again, as normal as he could given the damage to the car. He'd find a Police station soon enough, or maybe he'd get pulled over and could confess his sins on the spot. But as he drove, he decided against it; being arrested wasn't what he wanted, not really. Prison would only take him from his sister, and despite, well, everything, he didn't want that.

He found himself driving mindlessly, stalling and stopping every couple of minutes. He wasn't sure why or how, but he ended up back at his parents, which was as good a place as any.

He got out and opened the front door; they hadn't bothered locking it when they left. He went back to the car, opened the trunk, carefully picking up his sister's lifeless body. He wasn't particularly strong, but she wasn't particularly heavy, either. He carried her across the threshold and laid her gently on his parents bed. He closed the door to the house but left the trunk open, left the front door unlocked. He left the gun, since he had already emptied it long ago. Surely one of the neighbors would get worried by the sight and call the police; when the officer entered, he would go for their gun. Suicide by cop wasn't as clean as driving off the bridge and drowning, but at least their bodies would be together. He lay down next to Ashley.

“I'm not sorry,” he said to her. “This has been a long time coming. I only wish I had thought this through better, so you wouldn't have to wait so long.”

He could have used the cleaver, sure. It was good enough for the warden, good enough for the woman from 302. But its frequent use had likely dulled the blade, and he didn't want to suffer. That's why he didn't use it on Leyley, either; besides, she was too beautiful, he didn't want to ruin that. The marks around her neck from his hand left him guilty enough as it was.

They wouldn't bury us together, he suddenly realized. Even if he got the cops to shoot him, they would still separate them. Different graves, hell, maybe different cemeteries. Or cremate them separately. He went back to see her, with the cleaver this time.

“I'm sorry, Leyley, but this is the only way I can be sure”

He didn't want to; this might be the most peaceful he had ever seen her. But he had to, and deep down, he knew she'd be fine with it. He was almost tempted to laugh at how used to this he was, but he took more care of her body than he had the cultist or his parents. As he made the soup, he didn't bother adding any spices that might make it taste better; he wanted it to taste the same way her soup had tasted. When he was done, he wrapped her bones in the nicest sheet he could fine and held them close. When it was ready, he sat down to eat it. He ate around the potatoes and carrots and onions, he wanted to make sure he had all of her in him

No cops had arrived by the time he was done. Andrew grew impatient, he just wanted to be with her again. He took matters into his own hands.

“911, what's your emergency?” “I killed my sister.” “You… killed your sister?” “And the neighbor. And the warden. Ate the cultist. Killed and ate my parents, after we sacrificed them to the demon. Well, I guess my sister was the one who killed them. Oh, but I killed the hitman and stole his car. And Nina, when we were kids. And I think that's everything.” “Okay, sir, and when was the last time you took your medication? Do you have any with you now?” “What? No, I'm not on medication. This all actually happened. I need you to send an officer to arrest me.” “Okay, and are you seeing or hearing anything else unusual?” “... no.” “Okay. I can send an ambulance over, but it will take about 20 minutes.” “I need a cop, not an ambulance!” “I'm sorry, sir, but policy dictates we don't send cops for mental health crises. But don't worry, I promise our EMTs will take good care of you.” “... fine.”

He gave dispatch his parents’ address and ended the call. When the EMTs saw he wasn't lying, then they would call the police and he could go from there. He walked out the front door with Ashley's bones and sat on the pavement. He lit a cigarette while he waited, but put it out moments later.

She hated that I smoked. He waited until he saw the ambulance come down the street, lights and siren off, and he held her bones close to his chest.

I'll see you soon, Leyley. I'm coming home.

[monsterthalia]

Happy Friday x3 From the drabble list, I'd love to see: “You’re safe now." for the couple of your choice <3 Have fun!

This one took me by surprise!

This is a scene from an in progress larger piece about Rowan Lavellan, Krem, and the Inquisition in between the defeat of Corypheus and the events of Trespasser. In this scene, they have been trying to deal an unusually large rift in Kirkwall, which has just ruptured and let out a lot of demons. Things go badly, and some hidden feelings come to light.

For @dadrunkwriting Rating: M Pairing: Krem/F!Lavellan Words: 1539 Warnings: Dubcon (due to desire demons) Krem woke with his head pounding, his body aching, and a sharp pain in his leg. He must have only been out for a few seconds, because he could still hear the sounds of battle, the clashing of steel and the roaring of demons, but dust hung thick and heavy in the air and he couldn’t see anyone else. He was down an alley - he vaguely recalled being thrown backwards by a blast - and could only make out flashes of light at the end, and the sickening green slow that the Fade rift cast over everything.

He tried to move but it wasn’t happening. Rubble pinned his leg to the ground, and the rest of his body didn’t feel up to moving it either. He raised a hand to the wound on his head, pulled it away bloody, and winced. No, Bull had trained him well enough to know he had to sit still and wait for a healer to get to him. “You don’t fuck around with head wounds,” Bull had chided each of the Chargers at least once, “You only get one head, and I need it working. If I wanted a stupid merc, I’d have gone to Orlais.”

He heard footsteps running up to him, felt a hand on his shoulder, then Rowan was crouching in front of him, bruised and battered but alive. “Krem,” she breathed, and ran her eyes over him, lingering at his head wound and his trapped leg, “Are you all right?”

“Never better, Your Worship,” he said, before coughing on the dust that had already settled in his throat. “I mean, I feel like a building’s been dropped on me, but other than that, can’t complain.”

“I’d swat you if I didn’t think you had a head injury,” she said, with that exasperated curl to her lips that he liked so much, and reached up with surprisingly cool fingers to brush his hair out of it. “Are you dizzy at all?”

Yes, he could have said, but he knew that was just at the trace of her fingers against his skin rather than any injury. But even as the thought flitted through his head, her eyes flicked from the injury to his own, and in that instant, she seemed to read everything going through his mind.

She traced her hand down to his cheek, and cupped it in her hand. “You’re safe now,” she said gently. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

It felt like lightning on his skin, hot and cold chills spreading from where she was touching him. He had no idea if this was really happening, if this was some kind of head trauma-induced hallucination, because it felt too impossible. “Get back to the battle,” he managed, “I’ll be fine here, it’s just my leg that’s trapped-”

She cut him off by swiftly leaning in and pressing her lips to his.

The shock of it froze him up. He had thought about this - dreamed of this, even - but now that it was actually happening, he couldn’t even believe it. Why? How? But then her lips moved against his, and they were warm and hers, and he realised that if there was even the slightest chance this was really happening, that his beloved Rowan was kissing him like he mattered, like she cared about him a fraction of the way he cared about her - he couldn’t let that pass by, or he’d go throw himself into the Waking Sea as soon as he could move.

He reached out with his uninjured arm and took her head in his hand, pulled her closer, and returned the kiss, and he heard her make a soft little noise that had his heart jumping in his chest, had him wanting to pull her against him with all his strength, battles and rubble and head injuries be damned. One of her hands slid to his armour where it met his neck and ran her fingers along the small stretches of exposed skin it could reach, and every touch burned itself into him like it would be tattooed forever.

She pushed herself closer, climbing across the rubble to straddle his lap, pressing herself against his chest, twining her arms around him as if to encompass him completely, and he was losing his mind. He moved to kiss her jaw, and she threw her head back, murmured his name with a sigh, and it sounded so good he had to capture her mouth again as if he could take the sound into himself and have it always. She was tracing her fingers down his spine in the way he loved, and it was perfect, it was -

It was too perfect. He froze.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered in his ear, and tugged at his lobe with her teeth in a way that he knew he liked, but Rowan would have no way of knowing, because she didn’t know him in that way. 

Much as he loved Rowan, she would not be this skilled, this confident - she’d have blushed and said something extremely awkward at least once by now. She wasn’t a fantasy, she was real - and this was a fantasy.

He broke away, pushed the Rowan in his lap firmly away. Fantasy she might be, it still hurt to see the flash of confusion and pain on her face at the ‘rejection’.

“Krem?” she said, voice wavering a little, “I thought you wanted… do you not like me?”

Bull hadn’t just trained him for head injuries. “You’re a demon,” Krem said flatly. “I know you’re a demon, and I’m not going to give you anything, so leave me alone.”

“What?” The Rowan in his lap laughed in surprise, before slipping her arms back over his shoulders and trying to pull him close again. “Is that head injury that bad?”

“Stop it.” She did, in fact, stop, but not at his words - instead, at the dagger Krem had pulled and was now pressing just below her ribcage. If demons even had ribcages. A dagger alone might not do much good, but the Master Demonslaying Rune Dagna had added certainly would.

(“You might need this,” Rowan - the real Rowan - had said before they’d gone out that day, pressing it into his hand. He’d tried to protest, that it was too expensive, too nice for someone like him, but she’d given him that I’m Not Arguing glare and he’d shut up.)

The demon in his lap gave a sigh of annoyance, and let her eyes shift to purple, the only allowance to admitting the forgery. “All right, you got me,” she said, but she didn’t move off him. Instead, she let her eyes travel slowly up and down Krem’s torso, as if savouring a meal, and gave him a grin with too many teeth. “Can you blame a girl for trying?”

“Get off me,” Krem growled.

“Are you sure you want me to do that? You were finding my impersonation at least a little convincing before.” She was looking at him like he was a tasty snack. An intriguing tasty snack, which she was at least inspecting from all angles before devouring, but a snack nonetheless. “I do wonder why you snapped out of it so easily. You’re not a mage, but perhaps you have some latent affinity, amplified by the Rift…”

“I said move,” Krem began, but then the demon flashed a claw up to his neck, to press against the artery, razor sharp.

“No, I think you can hear me out first.” She scraped the claw lightly along the skin, just about breaking the surface layers, and Krem remained very, very still. “You’re going to be stuck here a little while, why not… lose yourself in a fantasy?” Her other hand - the non-clawed one - traced along his lips. “It’ll be much more pleasurable, I can assure you.”

Any other time, the sight of Rowan’s mouth and the sound of her voice saying ‘pleasurable’ would have at the very least been very distracting. But the game was up. “No, thank you. I know you’re a Desire demon, but I have no desire for anything you offer. You picked up on my feelings for her, very clever - half of Skyhold has by now, you’re nothing special - but none of those transfer to you.”

The demon quirked a brow in surprise at that, but, with a final put-upon sigh, she did stand up and step away from him, leaving him trapped on the ground. “Your loss,” she said. “It’s a big city - I’ll have no trouble finding someone else.”

“Some free advice? Don’t bother with the Qunari.” Krem shook his head. “He’ll just stab you.”

“How chivalrous,” smiled the demon with another flash of sharp teeth. “And only fair I offer some free advice in return.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Oh, but you do.” She smiled brightly. “I wasn’t drawn by YOUR feelings. I was drawn by hers.”

She nodded to behind him - where he hadn’t looked, because of the pain in his leg when he tried to turn that way - and faded from view. But Krem didn’t see, because he twisted himself round, and instead looked at the real Rowan, buried in rubble and unconscious right next to him.

[kanerallels]

@eglerieth 74: Vostress training Wraith Squadron. This au is INCREDIBLY specificly tailored to me and my sister's niche interests. It's set in a happiness au where Wedge Antilles still forms Wraith Squadron (the Legends black ops squadron that is not unlike Alphabet Squadron because they're all hot messes)

But this time, when he forms it, he asks for help in training them! From former Jedi/Sith, current bounty hunters, Asajj Ventress and Quinlan Vos! I have a surprisingly long fic written about this that I might not ever share all of-- it's from a while ago, so it's not as good. But I hope you enjoy the part I'm gonna share here!

“Did you ever think you’d live to see the day when you were renting a building to a pilot from the Republic?” Quinlan Vos asked.

His partner, Asajj Ventress, rolled her eyes. “No, but I never thought I’d be helping them train a black ops division, or that I’d end up dating some stupid Jedi who follows me everywhere, yet here we are.”

“You are so sweet when you try to be,” Vos said with a smirk.

They were standing on a tall tower directly across from the building Wedge Antilles had told them about around five days ago. To Vos’s deep amusement, they’d soon realized that the building was one that Ventress actually owned, and had for a few years. Hence why he felt absolutely no remorse about their current plan.

“So, are we sure this thing will hold me?” he asked, eying the thick cable they’d run from the top of the tower they now stood on to a spot just about a tenth story window.

Ventress shrugged. “Either it will, or you’ll end up looking really stupid. Just don’t die and leave me to teach Antilles’ brats by myself.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Reaching down, Vos grabbed a metallic strap with loops on either end. Flicking one end over the cable, he slid his hands into the loops and glanced at Ventress. “Kiss for luck?”

Arching an amused eyebrow, Ventress leaned forward and brushed a slight kiss against his lips. Vos was about to kiss her back when he felt her grab him by the shoulders and shove him off the building, sending him flying down the makeshift zipline they’d created.

Hastily centering himself, Vos could hear Ventress laughing as he shot forward towards the other building. Despite himself, he felt a smile twist his lips, exhilaration buzzing through him. Hanging thousands of feet above the ground with only a cable a few inches thick holding him up was the kind of thing a lot of people, especially Jedi, would call foolish. Vos called it fun.

The window shot towards him, and Vos reached out with the Force, pushing against the glass. The strength of his  blow cracked the window seconds before he crashed through it with a shattering of glass, releasing his grip on the cable to dive forward in a quick somersault, landing in a crouch before glancing up at the room he’d just entered.

There were a handful of beings in the room, a somewhat even mixture of humans and aliens— they were certainly a unique bunch. However, one thing they all had in common was the fact that they were staring at Vos with varying degrees of shock.

Straightening up, Vos gave them a breezy grin. “Sorry I’m late. Forgot where the Temple was.”

For a moment, no one spoke, then a dark-haired man with a long scar across his face asked, “Who are you, exactly?”

Vos’s memory clicked through the files of the Wraiths he and Ventress had gone over the night before. Garik “Face” Loran, Wraith Eight, he recalled. Child actor, and continued his acting career up until he was mugged and badly scarred, when he left the stage to join the Republic. Drummed out of two squadrons for back-talking his commander— either I’m gonna end up really liking this guy, or he could be trouble.

“I take it Commander Antilles didn’t tell you,” Vos said calmly. “I’m here to assist in Wraith Squadron’s education— well, me and my partner.”

“Is your partner going to have an entrance like that, too?” asked a dark-skinned young woman— Officer Shalla Nelprin, Wraith Twelve, Vos thought. Martial arts expert, previously worked for a Coruscanti police force. She was also the only one holding a blaster, which she’d clearly pulled upon his arrival. Good instincts.

“Nah,” Vos said, shaking his head. “She’s way better at dramatic entrances than I am, so she’ll be able to pull something truly excellent off. Now, let’s get down to business. I’m Quinlan Vos. About a week ago, Commander Antilles hired me and my partner to help train you guys in our areas of expertise.”

“Which is?” The person who spoke was the green-skinned Twi’lek Dia Passik, a former slave and friend of Caleb Dume, which was definitely an endorsement in Vos’s mind. Anyone as in love with his wife as Caleb was was okay in his book.

“Well, quite a few things,” Vos said easily. “Infiltration, destabilization, eradication— oooh, I should write that down. Essentially, we specialize in the area of finding who we’re looking for, getting into the places we need to go, and looking really cool while doing it.”

“You’re bounty hunters.” The man who’d spoken was a dark-haired man with a somber expression. Ah, Myn Donos, Vos thought, giving him a thoughtful look. He was a Corellian pilot who’d lost most of his squadron earlier the same year, and joined Wraith Squadron a few months later.

“Among other things, yes,” he agreed. “We’ve done quite a few things, though. Our current profession, for instance, is to whip Wraith Squadron into shape.”

“And how do you plan to do that?” Vos didn’t need a file to recognize the blonde woman eying him rather warily. He’d met Tyria Sarkin on a few occasions, along with her master, when they’d worked together. She’d come across as smart, if a little wary of him and Ventress at the time.

Grinning at her, Vos said, “The same way I do everything. With unconventional methods and good looks. But in all seriousness, let’s just say my partner and I have a few solid plans.”

“And who is this partner of yours?” asked the tall Thakwaash named Hohass Ekwesh, who’d been nicknamed Runt by his kin. Which was either ironic or seriously worrying, because Runt was over six feet tall.

“Oh, you’ll meet her soon enough,” Vos said casually, and didn’t miss the glances exchanged between a few of the Wraiths. Clearly, they were skeptical about how trustworthy he was, but they’d either get over that or they wouldn’t. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was if they’d listen to him.

“If Commander Antilles hired you, why didn’t he tell us who you were?” Kell Tainer demanded. The tall mechanic and demolitions expert gave him a deep frown, his arms folded across his chest. “Did the Republic send you?”

“Not… exactly,” Vos said. “But I am on their payroll— thankfully, since I doubt Commander Antilles could afford both me and my partner. But the fact of the matter is, the Republic and I are on... somewhat shaky footing, shall we say?”

“So, you’re a criminal,” Donos said flatly, and Vos gave him a dramatically horrified look.

“Lieutenant Donos, you insult me,” he said. “If I was a criminal, would I also be a bounty hunter? No, because then I’d have to arrest myself.”

“That makes absolutely no sense,” Shalla said.

Vos shrugged. “Maybe not, but I can assure you of this— I am not wanted by the Republic. Anymore. Tyria, back me up.”

All eyes turned to Tyria, who shrugged. “He’s right, the Republic doesn’t have a bounty on his head— although that doesn’t exactly mean you or your partner can be trusted, does it?”

“You’re biased, though,” Vos said.

“And I have a good reason to be!”

“Hey, we needed a decoy, and you and Sierra were right there! We couldn’t have Kenobi catching us, now could we?”

Glaring at him, Tyria said, “We were stuck in that jail cell for three hours!”

Vos barely managed to hold back a laugh, clearing his throat instead. “Well, you got out eventually. And you don’t even have a criminal record, so…”

“I kind of want to know what happened now,” said the cyborg man that Vos’s persistent brain reminded him was Ton Phanan, the Wraith’s medic. Yes, I know, he thought at his brain. Now could you please stop with the tour guide knowledge?

“Not a chance,” Tyria said coolly. “Let’s just say that Vos and his… partner aren’t always the easiest to deal with.” Pausing, she added reluctantly, “But they probably are the best to teach us in this situation.”

“So glad you think so,” Vos said with a smirk. “I’m sure my partner will be, too.”

“I think it’s about time you told us who your partner is,” Kell said with a scowl. “Your hints have been… concerning, to say the least.”

“Ouch,” Vos said. “What, you don’t trust me?”

“Should we?” Kell shot back.

“We don’t care.”

The cool, smooth voice of Asajj Ventress came from the back of the room, and everyone turned as she stepped out from a shadowy corner, her hands on her hips. Vos had no idea how she’d entered the room so quietly, but he wasn’t surprised, either. He was, however, deeply enjoying the stunned expressions on the faces of most of the Wraiths. Donos’ eyes were narrowed in Ventress’s direction, and Phanan was smirking, although Vos suspected that was just his resting face, but the others just stared in pure shock.

There were a number of reasons they could be staring, obviously. It could be the fact that Ventress had just appeared when she’d definitely not been in the room originally. It could be because she was carrying her energy bow from the Nightsisters, which was pretty conspicuous. It could have been the dark, spidery scars that patterned her skin, marking a failed attempt on her life.

But when one of the Wraiths finally spoke, it became pretty clear that those were not the reasons all of them were staring. “Asajj Ventress?” Phanan said. “Are you kidding me? I thought you were dead.”

“Death is a social construct,” Ventress said dryly, and Vos had to smother a snicker.

“We’re being taught by a Separatist assassin?” Phanan asked. “Um. Why?”

“Because I’m smarter than all of you,” Ventress said bluntly. “And someone has to teach you to keep yourself alive, don’t we?”

“Considering you supposedly died twenty years ago, are you sure you’re the best person to teach us that?” Phanan said, his voice a little too amused. “And there’s also the fact that you used to work for the Separatists, so…”

Vos tensed slightly, but didn’t react. He and Ventress had discussed the possibility of someone bringing up her past, and she’d made him promise that he’d let her handle it, which he had very little problem with.

Strolling forward until she was face to face with the cyborg medic, Ventress spoke in a cool tone. “Do you have a problem with being trained by me?”

“The Separatists did lose the war,” Phanan pointed out, not looking nearly nervous enough about the current possibility of his demise. Face Loran, who stood next to him, wore a grimace that seemed to say he was pretty sure his friend wasn’t going to survive this encounter.

Ventress smiled, and it was not a nice smile. Before Phanan could react, the woman lashed out, slamming her fist into his jaw. As the man stumbled back, Ventress caught her foot beneath his, and another blow to the face sent him to the ground with a thud and a groan.

Stepping back, Ventress dusted her hands off, looking satisfied, as the door to the room hissed open and Wedge Antilles stepped inside. He took in the scene before him at a glance, looking relatively unfazed.

“Vos, Ventress,” he said, nodding to them. His eyes flicked to Phanan, still on the ground, as he added, “I see you’re breaking in the squadron, that’s good. What are your thoughts?”

“Insubordinate with smart mouths and an inability to keep their thoughts to themselves,” Ventress said, sarcasm dripping from her tone. “But who knows? They might amount to something.”

“I reckon we can whip them into shape,” Vos said easily.

“We can only hope,” Wedge said, his voice amused. “I’ll give them your terms, and make sure they’ll abide by them.”

Turning to the group of Wraiths, most of whom were looking either unsettled or amused, he said sharply, “Attention.”

They all snapped to, and Face hauled Phanan to his feet. The cyborg had blood dripping from his nose, and Vos caught Ventress smirking in satisfaction. Phanan himself didn’t seem terribly worried about his nose-- instead, he was actually grinning.

“Wraiths,” Wedge began, ignoring Phanan’s somewhat disheveled state, “these are your new teachers, Asajj Ventress and Quinlan Vos. As you know, Ventress has a reputation as an assassin, and also is presumed dead. Therefore, I’ve agreed to keep their arrival here under wraps, particularly Ventress, and you won’t be speaking of it either. Additionally, you will follow their orders as you would follow mine, unless you think an innocent person might be put in danger because of them. Is that understood?”

The Wraiths murmured their agreements, although Vos caught a spark of reluctance from Myn Donos. Wedge glanced at Phanan. “Will there be a problem here, Flight Officer Phanan?”

“No, sir,” Phanan said cheerfully. “I actually have no problem with assassins, so there’ll be no problems whatsoever.”

“Glad to hear it.” Turning away, Wedge said, “Vos, Ventress, I release them into your capable hands.”

“They may live to regret that choice,” Ventress said, a wicked gleam of amusement in her eyes. Wedge laughed, and headed for the door.

As it closed behind him, Vos turned to his new students. “Well, let’s talk business. You’ll have two main classes, so to speak, every day. Ventress will be conducting a physical fitness class, and I will be handling tactics. Past that, every so often we’ll give a couple of you a test of some sort that will be a situation you might find yourself in. Call that one your improv class.”

“Oh, good, something I have some experience in,” Face joked, and Vos couldn’t hold back a grin.

“I think your expectations for an improv class might be a little different than ours,” he told the former actor. “Our first class starts in—” he glanced at Ventress. “How long?”

“Five minutes,” Ventress said. “And you’re the teacher, so don’t be late for once.”

Vos snorted. “I wouldn’t bet on that. In that case, you guys have five minutes to get to the sixteenth floor of the building. Tactics class is in the lounge-- whoever gets there first, open the window.”

“Why?” Kell asked.

“Well, I can only break so much glass in this building before Ventress starts fining me,” Vos explained with a smirk. “Don’t be late, Wraiths, or you’ll regret it. Dismissed.”

As the Wraiths made their way out of the room, Ventress let out a sigh. “That’s what I love about the military. You say dismissed, and they all have to leave. I should have joined much sooner.”

Vos chuckled. “You would think of that as a benefit.” His expression turned thoughtful. “What do you think?”

“Of the Wraiths?” Ventress snorted derisively. “They’re not much to look at, are they? And the cyborg is an idiot, but they might amount to something.”

“I suspect Kell Tainer and Lieutenant Donos might give us a little trouble,” Vos said. “They don’t trust us, is my guess.”

“Tainer will just watch us from a distance,” Ventress said. “If anyone’s going to talk to Antilles about it, it’s Donos— and probably the Republic, too.”

“He gave his word— besides, he’ll obey orders,” Vos said with a shrug. “Military types always do. Either he’ll get used to us, or he’ll give Kenobi a heart attack— which would be pretty funny.”

“Amusing as I’m sure you’d find it, I’d prefer the Council didn’t know I was here.” Ventress’s tone was dry, with a hint of wariness in it, and Vos glanced at her.

“We’ll be okay,” he told her softly. “Donos will go to his commander, not the Republic, and Wedge will politely tell him to chill out. You’re not getting outed just yet. After all, Dume didn’t tell.”

“He told plenty of people,” Ventress responded with a roll of her eyes. “They just happened to be all the right people.”

“Like me,” Vos said with a grin, which Ventress reluctantly returned.

“Yes,” she agreed. “Like you. Now get a move on before you’re late for your first class. Oh, Vos?” she added as he moved towards the window.

Vos turned back. “What?”

“You have glass in your hair,” Ventress told him.

“Whoops.” Vos brushed a hand over his head, sending a few shards of glass to the floor with a clink, then stepped to the edge of the window. Sticking his upper body out, he grabbed the ledge above the window, hauled himself up, and began to climb easily, making his way up to the sixteenth floor.Let’s see what these kids are capable of, he thought with a grin.