#like tight or fluffy or short or big sleeves

[love-3-crimes]

more! dresses!

[sleepyangelkami]

hi babe <3 can you write a fic where ellie takes care of drunk reader that’s all cute and fluffy?

DRUNK ON LOVE e.williams

☆ WORD COUNT - 3.4K

ELLIE WILLIAMS X FEM!READER

☆ SUMMARY - someone has just a little too much to drink on a night out under the lookout of dina woodward leaving ellie to take care of a sloppy, romantic but very drunk you.

☆ WARNINGS - not set in tlou universe, drinking, intoxication, parties, throwing up, feeling sick, crying, insecurity, dealer!ellie, mentions of drugs, sexual reference sorta, petnames, slight tiny tiny tiny mention of abuse and pedophelia (not really), use of y/n, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

you didn't drink, not really. usually at parties you were sitting at ellie's hip or atop her lap, drinking sips out of the drink she had. whether it was a bottle of bear or a couple of cans. you didn't really care, not having much love for the tangy taste anyway. more often than not, you didn't leave her sight, barely drinking a couple sips.

tonight, not so much. ellie had left you in the guidance of her good friend dina woodward, your best friend. she saw your happy smiles to see her and thought nothing of it. tonight, she had deals to do, people to sell weed to. she knew you didn't mind when she did it in front of you but she didn't like to, she thought your pretty eyes didn't need to see her doing such things.

the party had been going great. ellie knew how the college raves could be, she'd sell a little more expensive than usual because she knew the innocent college students had no idea how much it normally cost. she knew it was a little unfair but she still ended up with extra cash in her pockets.

she'd made a third more than usual that night, a smirk falling on her lips as she thought of you and the much appreciated clothes she'd be surely buying you soon enough, maybe even some of that cute lingerie she liked.

tonight, you'd been dressed in a short white dress, sort of tight but loose around the bottom of the long sleeves, sort of flowy. your hair was in two half up pigtails with ribbon strewn across it.

she'd barely been able to keep her hands to herself before you guys left.

while counting the bills in her hand, she couldn't help but grin to herself. even when you weren't around, she couldn't help but think of you. it was as if you plagued her mind. no, plagued didn't seem like the right word because that would insinuate that she didn't want to think of you.

the sound of a familliar laugh pulled her from her thoughts as she whizzed around, eyes finding jesse's. "oh, hey jesse." she spoke, pocketing the cash in her back pocket. she had made money tonight, that was for sure.

"hey, ellie." glancing up and ready to tell her what his chuckles had been all about. "dude, you should let her get drunk more often, she's so fucking funny." this caused ellie's brows to furrow. let who get drunk? she wasn't in charge of dina nor did she want to be. "your girl with vodka―" he cut himself off with another laugh, wiping his face. "unstoppable, dude."

ellie's face must then do something horrid. the colour drained from her face instantly, her cheeks turning a hollow white. "what?" she questioned, worry filling her. "y/n's drunk?!"

ellie had never seen you drunk, never thought of it either. you didn't seem like the type to get drunk, especially at some little party like this. you didn't smoke nor drink and if you did it was usually for some big event, not that you'd ever touch the weed ellie sold. always mumbling things about how the weed 'smelled gross' or the whiskey she was leaving you take sips of 'tasted disgusting' you'd once compared drinking to completely burning the inside of your throat. you drinking simply isn't something she thought she'd see, let alone have to stop. she never worried about your alcohol intake seeing as you'd never been one too eager to drink more.

before she knew it, her feet were rushing down one of the narrow hallways. her converse hit the white carpet and a couple faces glanced her way, wondering why she'd been in such a rush.

everyone on campus knew ellie williams, the infamous dealer who gave the best weed for the best price. they were no stranger to her face or her body but now, as alcohol, weed and who knows what else consumed them, they could barely recognise her.

her fingers clamped down on one of the doorhandles. jesse had informed the girl that you'd been staying in one of the bedrooms, dina had brought you here knowing that the owner of the house and a couple of her friends were all playing some drinking games.

ellie cursed herself, she should have known better than to leave you under the guidance of dina woodward.

when the door opened, she expected silence, sort of surprise to see her bursting through the door. that, though was exactly not what she was met with.

the music was still very much loud inside the room, discarded cans on the ground and bottles in the air being chugged from. girls and guys were in the room, some sitting on the couch, most on the floor, some standing and drunkenly dancing. but ellie's eyes didn't care for the half naked girls or the hazy looking guys. her eyes needed to find yours.

and surely enough, there you were.

you didn't have a drink in your hand but judging by the position you were in now, laying flat on your back on the bed with your dress sort of hiked up, mumbles falling from your lips and fingers playing with the strands of your hair. you looked confused, eyes red and pupils large, you looked completely out of it. your hair was sprawled all across the bed, up in the air as you tugged on it, swirling it between your two fingers. two girls, anna and kate, ellie believed were their names, couldn't stop laughing at whatever you were confusedly mumbling. it was clear that both the girls were very much intoxicated too.

dina was the first to notice that she'd entered the room. "ellie, have you come to join us?" a smirk dancing on her lips as she swayed lightly. there was a bottle of beer pressed close to her wet lips.

"dina." ellie groaned, her eyebrows pinching together. dina looked sort of buzzing but not drunk, not nearly as much as you were, at least. "how much did you give her." perhaps you were just a lightweight or perhaps you drank more than you thought you could handle. whatever the case, you looked more drunk than anyone else in that room.

"uh, i don't know?" glancing back to your figure. "relax, ellie. it's a part, you're supposed to drink." ellie knew this, she knew there was no harm in having a little fun. but she also knew how you could get. it may be fun in the beginning but sooner or later you'd feel all floaty and icky. "she drank some before and after the games, let's see... we played truth or drink, she drank some in that. we played never have i ever, spin the bottle, oh and they have this really cool pool table so we played beer pong―"

"wait, wait." ellie cut dina off. dina looked up, thinking she was going to ask more about the pool table. "spin the bottle? as in she was kissing people too?" for a second, ellie's heart chipped, slowly tearing in half.

"no, no, no." dina was quick to put that heart back together again. "you see, the bottle kept landing on her and she kept going on about 'els' or something, flat out refused to kiss anyone." her lips were moving and her head shaking, dina's hand finding home on ellie's shoulder. "so she had to drink, you know, i think that's the most she drank in, actually―"

"els!" you were already jumping up from the bed, spotting your pretty, also concerned, girlfriend standing near the doorway. dina moved out of the way, letting you engulf your girlfriend. soon after, dina's name had been called and she was a laughing mess, stumbling over to one of the girls. "missed you."

"missed you too." ellie was quick to respond, not ignoring the way your body practically melted into her own. "had a little too much fun, did you, baby?" her fingers moving towards your chin, turning it upwards so she could look at you.

you were a smiling mess, small giggles emitting your mouth with a wide simper on your face. "dina said i could." as if you had to ask anyone permission anyway. though, if you did, you were sure that the only permission you would seek would be ellie's. you sort of just assumed ellie had told dina this.

ellie gave you a pointed look. "dina's a little shit." glancing to her friend that was now dancing. she'd leaned your chin up to look at your eyes, taking in the way your pupils looked so enlarged, your eyes a misty red. "c'mon, let's go home, angel."

at that, a pout formed on your lip. "don' wanna go home." ellie breathed in quickly, knowing this would be harder than she thought. "'m having fun, els." though you really weren't. the entire night, you'd been in desperate need for her comfort, but this was where the alcohol was. and it was safe to say that you were rather enjoying this buzz.

ellie sighed, eyes narrowing in on you, not a glare, a soft look that looked almost exasperated. "how about this, we go home and i get you some ice cream then we watch the swan princess in bed, hm? how's that sound?" the swan princess was just about your favourite movie ever. and you really did want some ice cream. ellie could see the way your face was contemplating your choices. "if we stay, you're not allowed to drink anymore anyway." not with her around, that was for sure.

your brows pinched together, pout jutting out. "you're so mean."

"so mean." ellie mumbled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "let's go home, yeah?"

"lemme say goodbye to dina." you mumbled, already trying to get out of her hold.

but ellie was quicker, she held a tight grip on your arm, already leading you out of the room that stunk of alcohol. "you'll see her tomorrow." she spoke, doing the very same when you said you wanted to say goodbye to jesse. ellie was no stranger to leaving parties, it went the same way every time. at first, it'd be a little goodbye to one of your close friends then they were begging and pleading for you to stay, roping you back in when you didn't want to be there. in some situations, that irish goodbye was just simply a better choice, this was one of the many situations.

by the time ellie had made it to the front porch, your arm was no longer in her hand but you were simply interlinking your fingers with hers. ditzy as ever, she watched as you turned your head up at the pretty stars, completely entranced.

you were beautiful, from your strongest features down to your biggest of insecurities. the way you looked up at the sky, tight lipped and breathing slightly heavier through your nose, she couldn't help but smile. everything about you was captivating, she was completely and utterly entranced by your every feature.

but of course, all beauty is strange.

she watched as you let her hand go, falling abruptly and slumping against the grass of the front garden. with slightly wide eyes, she crouched down to meet you. "hey, hey, what's goin' on?"

though the air had hit you much harder than you'd been anticipating, making your head feel all the foggier. "don' wanna walk." eyes blinking heavily, avoiding ellie's at all cost. with furrowed brows, you stared at one of the young guys that had been getting sick in a bush, you cringed, turning away.

ellie sighed slightly, realising there had been nothing really 'wrong' and it was merely you drunkly babbling. "jus' gotta make it to the car, honey."

but you were already whining, your hands twisting in your hair. "but that's... so far." glancing to ellie's truck that sat... not even ten feet in front of you. ellie always parked up real close to the house. giving in, ellie slipped her arms underneath your legs. "what are you doing?"

"pickin' you up, baby." and she did just that. she picked you up off the dewey grass that could have been wet with... anything really. her hands under your legs, other against your back as she carried you towards the car.

she maneuvered you into the car carefully before leaning over you, clicking the belt in place. you almost giggled at this her treating you like a baby. she pressed another kiss to your cheek before closing the door. you watched with loopy eyes as she walked around the truck, opening up the drivers side door. "you know, i could have drove us home?" you slurred, eyes not even looking the right way.

ellie huffed out a scoff. "you're so drunk." she'd seen you slightly tipsy before but this? this was truly unheard of. "there's no way i'd let you behind a wheel."

"'m not drunk." you argued, she scoffed again, glancing down at you. "on love, maybe." giggling in a weird tone. this was before you let your head drop, slamming it against the dashboard on accident. a loud slam could be heard and with wide eyes, ellie looked down at you again. "ow." you mumbled, not moving from your position.

"jesus christ." ellie breathed. "idiot." she also added. "you okay, sugar?"

"peachy." you yawned against the dashboard, picking your head up. you couldn't help it, it felt so heavy on your shoulders. you reached your hands up, grasping the mirror of the passenger seat, shoving it down to look at your now awfully discoloured forehead. "'s gonna bruise so bad." you could already tell. you huffed out a giggle, glancing to your concerned girlfriend who, with both hands on the steering wheel, was trying to keep her eyes on the road. "they're gonna think you hit me."

she gave you an awful look, brows pinched together and mouth open. "why would you even say something like that?" you just shrugged, sitting yourself back on the seat. perhaps you were too drunk to feel your own body right now but one thing was for sure, by morning, you'd definitely be feeling that pain on your forehead. "such a child." she rolled her eyes.

"hey!" you instantly defended as the car rolled into the driveway. thankfully, you didn't live too far from the party. "if i'm a child 'n you're dating me then you're a pedophile, wanna add that to the list? abuser, pedo―"

"how about we just get you inside, huh?" she quickly tried to change the subject.

"never fail to surprise me, william." not even saying her last name right. you almost snorted. "edward william, can i call you that?"

"you most certainly can not." before exiting her side of the truck. soon enough, she was back at your door, helping you out. you didn't need her assistance as much this time, walking with your own two legs though she still kept her hands around your waist, holding you upright. the first groan and hands to your stomach, ellie had you sitting on your knees by the toilet. she was not taking any chances tonight. "how you feeling, pretty girl?"

not entirely realising she'd been on about your stomach, you looked up, your eyes strained on your ring that danced on your fingers, pretty, silver and dainty. ellie'd gotten it for you. "floaty." is all you responded with.

her fingers were flat against your back, rubbing up and down gently. "think you'll get sick?" because as soon as you'd both walked in the door, you were complaining about your stomach. no more ice cream for you.

you turned your head up at her, confused, still very drunk expression on your face. "anna got sick?" your friend that had been laughing at you earlier.

ellie rolled her eyes. "nobody got sick, baby." realising you were still much to out of it to be answering her questions. "you wait by the toilet and i'm gonna get you some jammies, 'kay?"

"okay, els." grinning up at your gorgeous girlfriend before laying your head down on the toilet seat. she made sure you didn't see her cringe as you'd think it was directed at you and not the fact that your face was on your guys' toilet. sober you would have never even thought of doing such a thing. but ellie could tell you were too out of it to even think.

when she returned, she had in her hands a light pink jammie bottoms, darker pink hearts littered around it. the material was sort of sheer seeing as it'd been one of those hotter nights. she also held a white vest, knowing you'd be too hot to wear any shirt over it. how ellie ended up crouched in front of you and taking off your makeup? she didn't know. yet somehow, that was what she was doing. "so pretty." she mumbled as the cloth took the last stroke against your face. what had been hard was taking off all that mascara. but ellie had seen you in many different ways, lights, places and sides. you were truly and utterly breathtaking.

you hadn't brought it up again until you were sat in the bed, bin on your lap as ellie stat up right next to you, hand once again comforting your back as you felt a wave of nausea. "you really think i'm pretty?" waiting for the nausea to pass.

ellie's eyes softened in on you. you knew she thought you were pretty, she couldn't deny the way her lips curled up at the 'fishing' you'd been unintentionally doing. "so pretty." she mumbled against your skin, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "everything about you."

"bump 'n all?" you joked.

"bump and all." she mumbled back, a grin on her lips.

you couldn't help the way you leaned into her chest covered by her sleep shirt. "you're the prettiest." but as soon as the words left your mouth, she took notice of how your face changed, looking sort of green.

"in the bin, baby, in the bin." turning your head and already holding your hair up into a makeshift ponytail. she tried not to cringe as you found yourself getting sick into the bin, merely frowning as she rubbed up and down your back with her free hand, you holding the bin upright. perhaps it was best that you got sick, at least now the nausea may stop. "i know, darling, i know." hearing your pitiful whines and whimpers. you hated nothing more than getting sick. "doin' so well."

suddenly you were back in the bathroom, standing against the door despite her many protests for you to stay in bed. you watched as she cleaned the bin or 'basin' out in the sink. "'m sorry, els." with tears burning at the edges of your eyes.

"what? no, no, no." already discarding the bin as her hands came up to your face. "don't cry, you've nothing to be sorry for."

but you had everything to be sorry for. "ruined your night." you whimpered out, hugging the girl close. "'n now you have to clean everything 'n 'm not even helping."

"'cause you need rest, mlove." she hated the way she couldn't see your pretty face peeking out, heart aching at the fact that your eyes were stained with tears. "you didn't ruin my night at all, you know i love taking care of you." and it was so true. ellie adored taking care of you, watching the way you'd go soft and completely turn to putty. she liked knowing that she was there to piece you back together when you couldn't.

"b-but―" ignoring the way the fat tears rolled down your cheeks.

"no buts." she moved your head to look at her, hair matting down at the sides. "i love you so much and i love taking care of you but right now you need to be in bed, resting up and drinking some water," she'd left a glass on the nightstand. "so that you don't feel icky in the morning." because as much as she loved taking care of you, she still hated to think you felt bad.

you merely sniffled. "love you too." mumbling as you glanced down at your sock covered feet, suddenly feeling shy.

ellie couldn't help but smile at you. "you better." leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead.

"please don't touch my forehead."

"right, dashboard, sorry."

"tryna hurt me―"

"i was not―"

"abuser―"

"can you shut up?"

main masterlist/ellie's masterlist

[fatallyfalling]

Secrets & Sugarcubes ~ ♆

“ Sugarcube ? “

{{ Finnick Odair x Reader }}

warnings: hurt/comfort, typical Hunger Games violence/trauma, mention/insinuation of forced prostitution, ptsd, soft reassurances, possible slight ooc?? Finnick fears physical touch, end is very fluffy with some slight cuddling, etc.

{{ word count }} 4.0 k

{{ Prompt }} The two of you had a game, a way of trading secrets when the world felt too big and a simple touch felt like a burn on Finnick’s skin. You always made sure to keep a tin of sugarcubes in your kitchen just in case.

{{ a/n }} I swear i know how to write happy things guys i promise akfkakkdka the next one will be tooth rottingly sweet i promise please bear with me >< ! I hope the length of this one makes up for it being a day late as well. This also might seem a bit ooc for Finnick? Not sure - but here is my full headcanon, I'd suggest reading it before this to better understand why Finnick is behaving the way he is as it's explained a bit more in-depth. Reader and Finnick are also rather affectionate with one another but there isn’t an established relationship yet between them. Please enjoy <3

Tip, Tap, Tip-Tip, Tap

Your door creaked under the coded knock, a beat of silence following before it was repeated on the old wood. Your nose scrunched in a perplexed manner, groggily padding down the stairs in your night clothes to your front door, a glimpse at the mahogany grandfather clock in the entryway tells you it’s well past midnight. Your confusion pooled into a sense of concern as cold fingers gripped the metal door handle and gave a firm tug. You knew the knock and who was behind the door as you started speaking before even meeting his gaze, the scent of almonds and honey tainted by a sickly layer of Capital roses filling your senses.

“What’s going on? It’s late. You should be asle-“

Your sentence was cut short as your gaze met a pair of bleary sea-green eyes. You knew the look too well as a frown settled on your lips, your shoulders sinking with your heart as you took in the male before you. “Oh, Finn..” You mutter as you open the door further to let him inside. He hesitates in the doorway, looking lost, but you give a flickering nod of encouragement, convincing him to cross the threshold.

“Come on, I’ll make some tea..”

Nodding towards the kitchen, he wordlessly treks after you. Finnick’s steel-colored dress shirt was well wrinkled, unbuttoned to his clavicle, and sleeves pushed past his elbows. His face didn’t look much better than his suit. His bronze waves were messy, brows sewn in with a tight jaw, and hunched shoulders added to an unsteady demeanor. You could only assume what had occurred earlier in the night while attending the latest Capital party before the famed “Capital’s Darling” appeared on your doorstep. The growing pit in your stomach churned at the thought, and a muscle fluttered in your jaw as you led the victor deeper into your home.

Settling into what sometimes felt like a nightly routine, you get to work on the tea. You also place a small tin on the counter before Finnick, his gaze dancing between your fingers and the tin as you do so. His hands were trembling.

“I think the sweater you left the other day is upstairs. I can get it if you’d like,” You offer while setting the kettle to simmer on the stove. Finnick shakes his head with a soft, tight-lipped hum. He was distracted, flicking his thumbs against the pads of his index fingers over and over again.

“I thought it might help to change...” You allow while stumbling over an apology. You round the counter in a retreat to hunt down the knit item. But you misjudge the distance. Your shoulder accidentally brushes his in a fleeting move that instantly causes recoil and a sharp inhale on Finnick’s part as if he’d been singed by a flame.

“Please,”

The word was strained in his throat as anguish flooded his tanned features. Your eyes widened at your misstep, immediately backtracking to provide more physical space between you. But your frown only deepens as you stare at one another for a fleeting moment before Finnick all but crumples in on himself, descending to the hardwood floor.

Heartbreak splinters through your chest like a knife, bringing yourself down with him as knees meet the polished wood with a thud. Taking further notice of his trembling, it spread up his arms and across his torso now, fists bunching the fabric of his sleeves. The victor wet his lips as his eyes screwed shut, visibly trying to push back whatever threatened to plague his mind.

“I'm so sorry Finnick. Hey, hey- it’s okay, it’s just me, I'm here. I’m sorry, you’re safe with me. You’re going to be okay,” Apologetic pleas pour out in whispers, your head tilting to see beneath the bronze waves blocking his eyes. “You’re safe here,"

He doesn’t respond, only wetting his lips again with a thick swallow that moves his throat up and down. Your lips press to a thin line as you scan around you for anything that might help break the darkness obscuring his senses. Your own thoughts swim with curses for your mistake before your vision finally connects with the small forgotten tin on the counter. Cautiously you rise to retrieve it, your movements are slow, ensuring your hands remain within view, and keeping a safe distance between Finnick and yourself. Once the cool metal touches your skin you wrap your fingers around it, returning to kneel before the distressed Darling on your floor.

“Hey, do you remember our game ?”

A small ‘click’ chirps out as you open the tin. Dozens of small white sugarcubes sparkle inside, gently shifting to let the tin rest between you two. Finnick’s eyes peek out in a squint, dragging his gaze down to the tin and then back up to fixate on your face. He gives a tiny nod to indicate he’s listening, the trembling doesn’t stop.

“Okay,” you manage a small, warm smile briefly as you dip your head to peer into the tin. Plucking four cubes out, simultaneously sweeping your calves out from under you for a more relaxed sitting position, you gently place two near his knee while keeping the other two in your hand.

“One for yes, two for no,”

Gesturing to show the two options, gaining another nod from the trembling victor. At least his attention is focused on the sugar now. Sometimes it took much longer to bring him back enough just to open his eyes.

This was what Finnick Odair hid behind showboating grins and that “Golden Boy” Capital mask. The poltergeists of sticky, unwanted Capital fingers and lips left dozens of invisible burns engraved on his skin. You’d caught the bronze-haired male regularly picking an invisible piece of lint off his shirt or whichever shiny garment the stylists forced him to wear. Soon enough you managed to decipher the minute gesture as a tell to when the discomfort the tanned male felt on his skin too often was starting to eat away at his thoughts.

Never quite free of the forces from previous nights.

It tore open your heart to see him like this. Thrown to the mutts of the Capital under President Snow’s threat of his loved ones being tortured or worse killed if he didn’t comply, there really was no escape from the taloned clutches of winning the annual Hunger Games.

Nobody escapes The Games, and nobody ever wins.

As much as you desperately wanted to whisk the 65th victor away from his position he wouldn’t let you even if you tried, claiming he couldn’t bear to see you come into harm's way and that he’d rather endure the torture just to keep you safe. The seeping guilt you felt was immeasurable.

“I’ll begin, you just answer with the sugar okay ?”

Another small nod earns a second weak smile tugging at the corners of your mouth to reassure him.

“Are you okay ?”

There’s a pause as Finnick thinks, eyelids squeeze shut again but soon open as a shaky hand gently moves the tiny pieces of sugar forward.

Two cubes, ‘no’

“Are you hurt outside ?”

Two cubes, ‘no’

“Are you hurt inside ?”

Another pause, and then he gently scoots one of the cubes backward.

One cube, ‘yes’

“Can you tell me what hurts inside ?”

Finnick hesitates, his brow twitches with a small crinkle of his nose. You wouldn’t pry if he wasn’t ready, you’re patience was strong and you’d spend all night passing sugar on the floor if it meant he could find peace of mind. “You don’t have to say anything you don’t want to,”

Finnick didn’t have many choices or say in life due to his position in the capital, so you found providing clear options to be rather grounding for the Bronze-haired male. It gave him a sense of stability and control over himself and what was occurring around him. Keeping the questions of your game simple and to the point in turn made his responses quick, a distraction technique you had picked up a while back to combat your own struggles post-games.

Two cubes, ‘no’

“That’s okay,” your small smile strengthens as you give him a tender look, not of pity but empathy. “Can I help?”

One cube, ‘yes’

“Please…”

The repeated word is barely above a whisper. If you hadn’t been hyper-fixated on him you might not have caught the parting of his lips that dripped the morsel of sound. His gaze has moved up from the floor to meet yours, wide sea-green irises soft in a pleading expression. You simply nod, assuring him you’re staying right where you are. The tension in his body visibly releases as the reassurances seem to sink in. Gingerly, he releases his biceps, picking at an invisible speck of dust on his sleeve. He drags a hand through his tousled hair before taking it down his face to rub his eyelids. He inhales a deep, shaky breath. You let him take his time to recuperate. Once his hand returns to his lap and he meets your eyesight you resume the verbal questionnaire.

“Do you want your sweater ?”

One cube, ‘yes’

“Okay, just a second,” you smile warmly, he nods, and you slowly stand, making your way upstairs, finding the ivory knit sweater on your bedroom dresser right where he’d left it. Turning around, you retrace your steps back to the kitchen, making sure to avoid the steps that creak louder than others on your way. “Here you go,”

Placing the sweater down as you return to sit with the Darling, he waits for your hands to leave the fabric before picking up the thick material and tugging it over his head. It takes a minute to adjust the layers and his sitting position so they’re comfortable but when he’s done the steel grey button-up collar peeks out from under the angled neckline of the ivory sweater along with the tails of the neutral fabric sticking out under the bottom hem. The ends of the sleeves are stretched around his fingers to mimic mittens. “Better ?” You offer while he takes a moment to breathe in the familiar scent. The smell of Capital roses is quickly suffocated in his familiar warm almond and honey cologne mixing with your scent clinging to the sweater. A sweet smile softens your cheeks as he allows a small lopsided smile with a nod and a hum, the corners of his mouth twitching up at the comfort.

“Very much so.”

“Good,” you nod, “Do you want the citrus tea you like so much? The one with the cinnamon?” Quirking a brow with a small tilt of your head.

“mhm,”

One cube, ‘yes’

“Very well,” you smile sweetly, rising again to move back into the kitchen. You gently open a cupboard, plucking a viridian mug off the shelf for the Darling along with your usual mug. A delicate clink echos in the otherwise quiet space as you set the ceramics on the counter. Finnick has turned to peek up and watch.

His sea-green eyes were still big and pleading, not really ready to stand but also not wanting to be away from you. With the counter cutting off just below his irises and his bronze hair tossed around and fluffy like that you couldn’t help being reminded of a small puppy. You mouth another reassurance with a wink as your cheeks warm, pulling open a drawer to pick up two small objects. They’re burnished silver spheres of metal, split in half but held by a tiny latch and speckled in countless minuscule holes for the nectar of the teas to slip through.

Reaching for two narrow jars on your counter you slide them towards your workspace and unstick each lid with an odd “pop”. Whisps of warm cinnamon, citrus, cloves, and black tea mix with the scent of herbs and spices more aligned with your tastes. The teas were a luxury gift from Mags on your birthday a year or two ago. You only use them on special occasions or nights like these.

You take a small spoon and gingerly press the correct amount of leaves in each steeper, adding a few extra to Finnick’s as he preferred a more prominent flavor. Afterward, you lower the metal orbs into their respective mug and quietly clean your workspace. Once the items are back in place you turn and just about jump out of your skin with a yelp of surprise as the tea kettle’s shrill whistle sings loud and clear.

Quickly you fumble for a cloth on a hook beside the wide farmhouse sink. Wrapping it around the heated handle of the kettle you remove it from the flames and onto an unused burner before shutting off the stove. Your heart pounds as adrenaline courses through your veins like lightning. A curse dances off your tongue but your embarrassment is short-lived as a coy chuckle fills your ears, wrapping around your senses like a soft blanket. A relieving warmth weaves its way through your ribs and melts the icy heartache as you hear Finnick laugh again. Turning towards the sound you spot the bronze-haired male now standing at the counter, his forearms leaning on the cool stone. His hands are barely trembling now although his eyes seem far away but his demeanor has seemed to regain its footing, a flickering of his naturally charismatic aura passes through his pointed-to-white teeth in the form of a lopsided smile. Color has started to ebb its way back into his tanned cheeks. That warmth in your ribcage spreads up your neck but you try to shove it back down. The components of your game; all four sugarcubes and the tin are sitting beside his elbow on the counter. You cross your arms over your chest loosely, narrowing your eyes at him in a playful manner.

“It’s not funny,”

“You’re right it’s hilarious,” Finnick drawls, his tone cocky.

An exasperated huff puffs out your chest followed by a sarcastic roll of our eyes. “There’s the Finnick Odair I know and Love,” You sigh, mischief flickers in those sea-green eyes. Carefully bringing the kettle over after it has a moment to cool you pour the boiling water as evenly as you can before returning it to the stove. A comforting quiet falls over the two of you while watching the liquid within the mugs change color. Eventually, your gaze shifts to watching Finnick slowly build a tiny pyramid out of the sugarcubes. The pristine wall of white crystals stands for all but ten seconds (not even) before the victor’s gentle tap sends it crumbling.

The joy from moments ago dissipates into something melancholic.

“Are you okay…?” You ask again, a crease forming between your brows as you search his sea-green eyes for any signs. Finnick gives you another tight-lipped hum, his smile has slipped away and you notice the set in his jaw returns. His gaze shifts from his folded hands to the sugar close by and hesitantly plucks up two of the four pieces.

Two cubes, ‘no’

“Still inside…?”

One cube, ‘yes’

“Still no touching?” Your voice is tender in a reassuring manner.

Two cubes, ‘yes’

Finnick understands that he’s safe. You’ll respect any boundary he chooses. You’re one of his few ‘safe’ individuals that he allows to fully trust besides Johanna, Mags, and Annie. Unfortunately, Annie was always rather emotionally distraught, meaning Finnick couldn’t be around her for long periods due to her tendency to claw at people during her episodes. It broke his heart to see the fire-haired victor he mentored through an awful arena be left so broken and afraid with limited ability to help her. But you did your best to pick up the slack in her care.

You were all damaged people just trying to survive the best you could with the hand you’d been dealt. No matter the cruelty of the dealer.

While caught up in your thoughts, the tea finished steeping. Gently, you slide the viridian mug of citrusy spices towards Finnick, who allows a small thanks and his “compliments to the chef” while plucking two sugarcubes from his fallen stack and dropping them into the burnt orange liquid.

“My pleasure,” you hum, fixing your tea how you like it and stirring the small steeper around the mug before lifting it from the drink and setting it off to the side. Finnick’s steeper soon follows. You’ll clean the sticky residue later.

Hot ceramic warms your fingertips as they curl around the mug, lifting it to your lips and parting them to give a gentle blow. Ripples of tea bounce around the rim, causing the curls of steam to dance around your cheeks. You inhale the Herbs deeply, and a calm feeling washes over your shoulders. The first sip immediately warms your insides as it goes down, observing the same reaction on Finnick as he takes a long swig of the tea followed by a hum of pleasure.

“Don’t burn your tongue it's still hot,” you murmur into your drink, the emitted sound coming out a bit warped. A ghost of a smile crosses the Darling’s face at your words, though he doesn’t reply, preferring another sip of the luxurious tea.

You already knew you wouldn’t hear the end of his dislike for the stinging on his tongue tomorrow from the burn.

You wish to reach out to him, brush your knuckles against his, or cup his stupidly handsome face in your hands, holding him close till all is better, but you can’t. You won’t. His safety and comfort is your priority right now, and you’ll always give him space when asked. You knew all too well what violation of space felt like.

“Are you feeling any better?”

You question the Darling while searching those sea-green eyes for any signs of pain.

Finnick offers a slight nod, casting a glance in your direction while adjusting the sugar.

One cube, ‘yes’

You nod in understanding. Even though the ache inside his chest still hurt you at least managed to help him start to move past it. The two of you stay at the counter for a long while. Secrets pass back and forth via sugarcube and Finnick has another cup of tea. You move in quiet tandem with one another as he preps the tea and you clean up your steeper and mug in the sink. Softly you hum a small rhyming tune from your childhood as you scrub along the inside of your mug, there’s a sense of domesticity in the air and you can’t help feeling more at ease.

Once everything is clean and put away except the sugarcubes you find yourself on your living room sofa, there’s a space between where your knees are tucked up against you and where Finnick sits. The tin of white crystals sits in that space, the Darling victor plucking up cubes every once in a while to suck on. He could eat all of them and you wouldn’t have minded.

The room is dimly lit, just the light from a lantern on the unused desk beside the fireplace. A soft glow is painted across Finnick’s features that makes his eyes sparkle and spread warmth up your cheeks, the tips of your ears surely going red. You try to suffocate the warmth as it threatens to bubble up past your grasp.

As time passes Finnick eventually speaks of what happened. You listen with full attention and offer much sympathy and reassurance once he’s finished. You thank the charming male for allowing himself to be open with you and he admits, “It’s easy to be an open book when it’s you,” and those sea-green irises seem to light up even more. That warmth twists your insides as your stomach does what feels like a backflip. “Thank you…for letting me in tonight,” he murmurs with that perfect smile, the outer corners of his eyes crinkle, and dimples press into his cheeks. The smile you return is equally as wide and sweet.

“Always. I’ll always be here Finn, and you’re welcome to stay here if you want tonight. There’s plenty of space,” You breathe through a slight laugh. The big house you were gifted in Victor’s Village was far too big to have just yourself anyway and this wouldn’t be the first time the Darling spent the night.

With a nod and a pat to the space between you, you nod towards the stairs before moving to snuff out the lantern. Finnick follows, closing the sugarcube tin and placing it on the coffee table. Quietly you two head upstairs, small giggles peppering the air as the stairs creak.

When you enter your bedroom you rummage in a drawer for a pair of sweats you had ‘borrowed’ from the Darling a while ago when it had been your turn to appear at his doorstep with tears in your eyes. “Here,” you speak gently while holding them out. A cheshire smirk creeps over Finnick’s face as he takes the pants.

“So that’s where these went~”

You shush him with a sarcastic wave of your hand, letting him go into the bathroom to change while you move to sit cross-legged on the plush mattress. You preferred sleeping with many soft blankets and pillows like your own nest. It helped you feel safe when alone - though most would end up kicked off or stolen by the furnace of a man you often shared the bed with. Your revenge usually came in the morning as your icy fingers assaulted the warmth of his lower back with a fit of laughter.

You smile tenderly at the thought as Finnick reappears.

“What?” He asks.

That coy smirk is still plastered on his lips as he comes over to sit beside you. “Hm? Oh - nothing. Lay down, I’m tired." You offer with a hum. He nods before joining you under the covers. You face one another, looking into each other's eyes. Slowly, you feel his hand creep over to yours and interlace your pinkie fingers.

“Is this okay?” Those heart-melting puppy dog eyes return. You can’t help the sweet smile on your face and the warmth on your cheeks.

“Always.”

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[bubuslutty]

Omg single dad Price?? Cliche as hell but hits all the right spots when ovulating hahah

omd thank you so much for this ask anon!

I've had so much writing abt single dad price! I hope I delivered 💙

cod mw2 masterlist

word count: 2.1k

tags: fem!reader, she/her, no descriptions of physical appearance, poc friendly, sfw

warning: none.

a/n: I wrote this on my periods and by God do I want this man so horribly bad. my mind is infested with filth when I think abt him but I also want to write fluffy things for him :((

okay so single dad price au

first of all, in my head, for some unknown reason, he'd have 2 boys, maybe twins and 1 little girl, the youngest. I see them as all being under 10 years old.

maybe you first met through one of his friends, Johnny maybe, who decided to invite you to travel down to Price's place all the way from Glasgow for some sightseeing and touristy stuff, or going to a festival or going to a show to see one of your favorite bands.

You knew Price, heard of him a couple of times but never met him face to face. and lo and behold when you do, your heart does a little flip and a giggle comes out of your mouth when he introduces himself and sticks his hand out, smiling down at you.

I SORRY BUT I'M WHIPPED FOR THIS MAN-

luckily he doesn't mind the giggle and his smile just becomes even bigger, because it's evident you're happy to be there, happy to meet him. and if Johnny likes you, Price is bound to like you as well.

And he does like you, easily swapping jokes and laughing together with Johnny. He gets comfortable pretty quickly with you, he leans forward and nods to whatever you say, seemingly captivated by your whole aura. After a whole pint of beer, he unbuttons two more buttons of his short-sleeved shirt. It was already hot outside, so maybe he wanted to cool down but his eyes say otherwise.

John is fucking massive, that you can tell by his body, even tho Johnny tells you he's a busy dad of 3 children, he somehow still manages to still go to the gym. He has both muscles with a healthy layer of fat on them, and you can appreciate a big man with a soft tummy but with the strength of a bull.

You've seen pictures of John before, shown to you by Johnny on multiple occasions. And his back still haunts your dreams. In a good way. He had such a huge back that you wanted to just climb it and cling to it.

And that man had huge arms and veiny hands with blond hairs on them, and a nice full beard on his face and fluffy hair with the warmest eyes you've seen. And the absolute unit of shoulders to waist ratio ever. And to top it off that man has WICKED hips, thighs and ass.

He mentions his kids once or twice over some drinks and yorkshire pudding burritos. And you sit up, interested and curious. You ask about their ages, names and because he's such a dad, he obviously has to show you his wallpaper of his boys and girl.

You lean closer to look at them, and they're so cute, with blond hair just like him, his boys have brown eyes while his little girl has blue ones. And they're genuinely adorable that you Aww at every picture he shows you.

This leads to Johnny telling you anecdotes from when they were little, like nappies little, and how one of his sons peed on him in the middle of changing his nappies once.

It's all fun and games until Johnny frowns down at his phone when he receives a message and he excuses himself, telling you and John how he has a thing to take care of, so he's leaving you two together to have some fun, and for John to take advantage of his child-free time.

Johnny leaves after giving you a tight hug and a wink, walking out of the nice pub John frequents.

"So… What's your favourite colour?" You asked, biting your lower lip and staring at John through your eyelashes.

And he seemed taken back by your question, "My favourite colour?"

"Yeah," You nodded, feeling a bit anxious for asking such a silly question, but you really wanted to get to know him, starting by asking him innocent questions and analyzing his reactions to them.

"Blue. What about you?" He answered with a shrug and a small smile.

"Me too! It's also my favourite colour!" You gasped, excited.

John chuckled at your excitement, taking a swing of his beer while you toyed with your phone like a fidget toy.

"I don't remember anyone ever asking me about my favourite colour, except my kids of course, and that one face paint artist at school fairs." John said and you giggled again.

"What did you get painted on?" You asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"Sonic the hedgehog." He sighed and you started laughing, eyes watering and shoulders shaking, even snorting once and slapping a hand to your mouth, eyes wide and cheeks hot.

John doesn't think twice before prying your hand away from your face, "Don't. A snort isn't going to chase me away."

"And uhm, I know why we're here, really here. Johnny isn't as subtle as he thinks he is." John confessed and looked away from your face, as if embarrassed.

"It's alright if you don't want to get together or anything, we could forget this ever happened, John." You said, placing a hand on top of his and leaning closer to look at his face better.

He looked at you as soon as those words left your mouth, "I didn't say anything about not wanting to get together-"

"Really?"

John sighed and grabbed and squeezed your hand, running his other hand through his beard, "Listen, you're absolutely lovely, charming and as beautiful as Johnny claims you to be. I do want to get to know you better, It's just– I'm not really someone you easily date."

You smiled, "You're a package deal."

"Excuse me?"

"Buy one, get three free." You said, watching the absolute giant of man look at you all worried as if there was something wrong with him.

John was stunned, looking at you as if you grew an extra head.

"What? You thought I'd agree to meet and flirt with you, knowing I won't get with a single parent?" You said, scooting closer to him, resting your chin on your palm and looking at him through your pretty eyelashes.

"I don't know if this is of any help, but I'm the oldest of 4 children, and my youngest sibling is 15 years younger than me. So little kids don't scare me, trust me." You said, puffing your chest as if you were a decorated soldier with veteran experience in taking care of little shits.

John cracked a small smile, "I'm sure you're a great older sister."

"I try my best." You humbly said, bowing your head and John chuckled again.

"So, how about we go for a walk and you can tell me all about your workout routine, you can't be the only one looking like a much hotter version of Superman." You said and John all but agreed.

And you do go for a walk, and chat about everything and anything. and you have so much fun that John forgets what time it is for a bit and gets surprised when his alarm rings and he has to go pick up his kids from school.

You say bye to each other and he says how he's going to invite you and Johnny over for a hangout with his other guys back at his place.

So you do go, you keep meeting him, and you eventually meet his kids, and they're lovely, polite and wary of you at first, because they're still very young and are children to parents who don't like or love each other like most parents do.

So you try your best to approach them in the best way possible, and decide to tell them nothing but the truth and talk to them like you'd talk to adults.

So when you start seeing their dad, he tells them one night over dinner, just the, and you also confirm it to them when you get invited over, "I like your father.

And his boys look up from their legos and his little girl stops flying a dinosaur in the air right before she crashes it on a city made out of blocks and barbie dolls.

"We know." The twins say at the same time and they shrug, resuming their play.

"Dinosaur?" The little girl hands you another dinosaur, and you nod, and take it from her little hand.

"Dinosaur." You repeat and you watch her dive the dinosaur's head to a barbie's head and act like he was eating the barbie, so you did the same thing, with added sound effects.

You don't expect the children to call you mum, you aren't overly friendly with them or force your friendship on them. You give them space, time and respect. And John seems to be incredibly grateful for it, even if he doesn't comment on it, but his eyes and smiles say enough.

Things slowly evolve, and the children start asking for you when you're not around.

"Dad, where's your friend?" One of his boys asked him on the way to get ice cream after school.

"You mean dad's girlfriend." The other twin corrects his brother.

"Are you boyfriend girlfriend?" His little girl asks.

"She's busy with work at the moment, and we're not dating, not yet, at least." John says.

"Not yet?"

"Why?"

"But we saw you kiss in the kitchen!"

"Please be boyfriend girlfriend! She's nice and she's better at helping us with homework than you!"

So John is now stuck in his car, being roasted by his children on their way to get ice-cream, and he shuts them up when he tells them they won't officially date until all of them like you.

Which they obviously already do and they agree very quickly.

So Price takes you out on a date, to officially ask you out, with his children as some sort of witnesses and official welcome to their family.

They're in a nice italian restaurant, nothing too fancy, and he's wearing a light blue button up with a pair of slacks that do more than justice to his legs and hips. And he looks so so nice, hair brushed back and beard trimmed and oiled up, and he has a watch on his wrist and a bracelet his little girl made him on the other hand.

His little boys are wearing button up shirts in different colours and slacks, and his little girl is wearing a blue dress with a dinosaur pin on her hair, keeping her curls away from her face. And as soon as you show up, her face lights up and she excitedly shows you her dress, spinning around, and telling you that's "It's blue! Like your favourite colour! Like dad's favourite colour!" And she also shows you the dinosaur hairpin and you all but melt and tell her how pretty she looks, and how handsome his boys look.

"You also look very handsome." You smile at John and he blushes a bit, taking your hands in his while his children watch with wide curious eyes.

"And you look very beautiful, darling." He says and you bat your eyelashes at him, "Thank you."

He kisses the back of your hands and he pulls your chair out for you to sit, and you grin and sit down. And then the children all start talking at the same time, about what they'd like to order and what you should try and what they think you'd like, so obviously they have been here before and it's a family favourite.

John tells his little gremlins to calm down and you guys start by ordering drinks and some breadsticks, then he actually has a whole speech prepared about how he's been very happy with you and would love for you to officially join their family.

And while he's saying his speech, his eyes never leaving yours, you don't notice one of his boys holding a small piece of paper under the table and nodding along to his dad's words, and the other twin holding a up thumbs up to show that John is saying everything he's written down.

While John’s little girl somehow pulled a small dinosaur toy out of nowhere and is making it sit on the table and watch you both.

"I'd love to be your girlfriend, and join your family, John." You say when John's done and his children all cheer at the same time, making some people from other tables glance at you.

"Congratulations." The twins say at the time, shaking your hand and their father's in quite a formal manner, making you giggle, "Thank you, gentlemen."

"Can we eat now?" John's little girl asks, and nobody asks why she had shoved tissue inside her dinosaur's mouth, probably mimicking feeding it.

John laughs and nods, "Yes, we can."

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[answer2jeff]

when it rolls in like thunder:

chapter 1.5 — anyone else but you.

DISCLAIMER: half chapters are much shorter and used as wholesome, or not ;), fillers for the series! they're essentially palate cleansers so you can be emotionally prepared for more angst + hurt/comfort in the full chapters. however, you won't need to read these half chapters to understand context in full ones.

husband!carmy x hispanic!wife!reader

teaser. chapter 1. next chapter.

warnings : reader occasionally speaks some Spanish that Carmen hasn't picked up on. he thinks it's endearing. nothing else really. just very fluffy and touching. just good ol' sappy carmen and his wife going out for the day before the honeymoon!

authors note : this series is not doing well and it's kinda killing me inside but that's okay! just for funzies. also, the end is mostly dialogue. got a little lazy. sorry!

word count : 3k (not as short as i thought it would be ngl..)

highly recommend listening to the series playlist.

song(s) for this chapter : anyone else but you, & everyone adores you (at least i do)

"14.56? You're kidding me!"

Your eyes scan over the rainbow assortment of fresh, boxed fruit, the overpriced strawberries immediately grasping your attention. But not necessarily in a good way. Neither you or Carmen can totally remember who's idea it was to walk to the farmers market in this dry heat. It's not like you don't enjoy long walks, but it comes with cons. Pollen irritates your nose and the wind always messes up your hair.

You tug at Carmen's shirt, which, for once, isn't a tight-fitting pure cotton tee. It almost looks a little big on him, the sleeves rolled and cuffed perfectly so they still hug his arms. It's collared too. That ring on his finger makes your knees weak. He smells like the cologne he used to snag from Mikey's bathroom as a teenager. Richie got him his own bottle for Christmas the year after his passing and he's been wearing a spray or two on his neck and the insides of his wrists every 'special occasion' ever since.

And a hint of cigarette smoke. But you like it.

You always have.

He looks good. Fresh. Clean. Yours.

"Wow. I mean—" Carmen lets out a breathy chuckle that isn't quite loud enough to be a laugh, "it's a massive box. And it's strawberry season: May."

Still, despite his persuasive tone and the big hand that sits in the back pocket of your jean shorts as he stands beside you, it's not enough to convince you it's reasonable.

"But—"

"And we're at a farmers market, like, 10 minutes away from our place. Convenience costs money, baby."

Carmen peers down at you, retracting his hand from your rear and teasingly pushing your head into his shoulder. You pout. You don't want him to be right. The dramatics are fun.

"Pero, que es eso? Quieren que yo pago casi quince dólares para unos pinche fresas?" You throw your hands up, directly pointing to the tempting, fresh, and beautifully red fruit.

Carmen only nods. Even after 2 years of accidentally eavesdropping on your conversations, filled with the Spanish slang and sometimes vulgar language you've been using your whole life, he still hasn't quite learned much. Most of the time, he's too anxious to ask you what you're saying. He worries it'll make you stop doing it in front of him.

Until he comes to Tina, desperately. She'll ask him for the details but he can only remember bits and pieces of your one-sided conversations with him. She laughs for a moment or makes her eyes go theatrically wide just to fuck with his head. But eventually, she tells him the truth.

You only know this because Tina immediately started cracking jokes after she spent 15 minutes crying over your engagement, and then another 25 over your official elopement. 'Sacaste con un puré, gringo, mi vida! He needs patience!' she'd say to you whenever Carmen did the most minuscule thing that not-so-accidentally set you off.

"Mi amor," you turn to him, pinching your fingers and widening your eyes to make sure he's really paying attention, even if he doesn't understand you, "podemos comprar la misma cosa en Walmart, or algo así!"

The look in his eyes suggests that he didn't catch most of that. The only words he picked up were "mi amor" and "Walmart," obviously. He just assumes you're continuing your pointless bicker. But he doesn't have the heart, or even the want, to stop you.

He does love the way your nicknames for him roll off of your tongue. It warms something in him. Almost as if he believes your words capture your feelings and fully encapsulates him better than boring English ever does. They're smooth and they stick to his brain hours, or even days after they're spoken to him. In fact, he's been pretending he didn't faintly hear you whisper into his curls as he drifted off to sleep 'te amo con todo mi alma' last night, all fucking morning. It's the only full sentence you've ever spoken to him that he's been able to engrave into his memory.

"Uh-huh," he chuckles as he nods his head slowly, his dimples cinching in near the corners of his mouth. His skin looks a little tanner and brighter than usual. The veins in his eyelids are nearly invisible now, and the little moles that are scattered around his face and body are so much darker now. You thank the spring, nearly reaching the tips of summer, sun for bringing some life back to him. But you're not done complaining. So, you try not to smile in awe of your husband.

"Ó sea, que, are they gonna make me grow a magical straw-baby?"

"What, like—like how people say you'll grow a watermelon in your stomach if you swallow a seed?"

"Yeah! Like that!"

"I don't know, peach. Maybe?"

"It's not worth finding out."

"Yeah. Definitely not."

Despite this, you guys buy the damn strawberries.

You continue walking through the market and stopping at every other intricate little selection of produce, picking up ingredients for tonight's, tomorrow's, and the next day's dinner. You're still snacking on the overpriced strawberries, the entire carton in hand. Carmen occasionally lets you pop one in his mouth. He contently bites right before the stem and swallows. They're perfectly ripe, sweet, and juicy. And unfortunately a tad bit sticky. In the end, they're worth the aggressive price tag.

Finally, you stop in your tracks at a flower stand. Bouquets tied together with white ribbonYou're immediately drawn to the vibrant red of the roses and the pure, angelic white of the mums. Oh god, and you're convinced the baby's breath tucked in neatly between each gap that couldn't be closed by blooming petals could remedy the need for plant life in your living room. The fantasy makes you feel like you just can't leave without taking some of these gorgeous flowers with you.

"Mm—" you point, your mouth full of mushy strawberries, "those look really nice."

For a moment, Carmen hesitates. Those flowers will shrivel. They will lose their once attractive and captivating saturation of color. He's not even sure if they'll last more than 72 hours, given how bloomed the petals are. But you still have those clay vases from your engagement party. And he still loves to make you happy. Despite their fleeting nature, your appreciation for his gestures will last forever. Even if their lifespan doesn't.

Carmen's had this tendency for longer than either of you can pinpoint. Having money he doesn't need, money he doesn't use, has led to him making some questionable decisions. All in good faith. But impractical nonetheless. Take, for example, that time he bought you a Cartier love bracelet for your 1 year anniversary.

Yes, you heard that right. Cartier. The gold and shiny flat bands that required the disassembling and unscrewing of 18 karat gold bolts with a miniature fucking screwdriver. Oh, and this was even after you and him agreed to 'no gifts,' as you were already planning a trip to Copenhagen. The reaction he received from you wasn't quite what he expected. Tears streaming down your face and the kiss on his cheek to compensate for the lack of a proper gift for him was not part of the thoroughly walked through plan he wrote in his head. But your happiness is his, in the purest and pathetic and shameless way. He realized this the moment he screwed that last bolt and secured the thin piece of gold against the circumference of your wrist.

It's around 4pm, and the glistening sun is just slightly past its highest peek. Bright transparent blue and green spoons made from hard plastic swirl around in the cheap, (and definitely not authentic) gelato you share. Outdoor seating wasn't the first option, now that spring was slowly evolving into another scorching hot Chicago summer, but the AC of the parlor was sure to give you hypothermia.

"Fuckin' hot out here. Can't see," Carmen mutters, taking a small bite of the creamy pistachio mixture. He squints at the blinding beam of the sunlight. You felt a little guilty for letting him sit right in the direction of the sun. But he insisted.

"Did y'know blue eyes are more sensitive to sunlight?" You raised your brows, wiping the corner of your mouth and licking the gelato residue from it.

"Seriously?" Carmen leans forward, putting his hand above his eyes as a makeshift visor. His hand reaches out to adjust the heart shaped sunglasses that started to fall off of your head.

"Here," you hand them to him, feeling bad that you'd completely forgotten about them.

"And yes, seriously," you nod, hovering over the table and adjusting the sunglasses so they'd rest perfectly on Carmen's nose before sitting back down, "It's because blue eyes have less melanosomes compared to green and brown eyes."

A simple, "thank you, baby," would've sufficed, but kisses your lips, gently cradling your jaw and barely letting a breath of air slip through the empty space between your mouths after the 3rd kiss. Alas, you remove your lips from his and sit back down.

"Is there, like—"

"An exact number?" You finished his sentence.

"Yeah."

"Yes, actually. Blue eyes have 3 in each, green eyes have 5, and brown eyes usually have around 9 to 12 depending on how deep the color is."

You smile, shrugging your shoulders as you try to remain humble. It's impressive, he has to admit. Carmen's always been fascinated by your knowledge of pointless information. He wishes he could store and retain so much of what you know. But for now, he'll just admire you for it. He'll contemplate his lack of ability to remember things like patterns and bullet pointed facts that didn't relate to culinary arts later.

"Huh," he crosses his arms against his chest, his button up shirt squeezing his flesh and showing his slightly faded tattoos "kinda makes sense."

Letting out a laugh or two, you take another disappointing bite of the fake gelato monstrosity. It's not that it doesn't taste decent, but the texture is off and the crystallized ice that formed around the sides is unappealing for the price. Carmen had doubts since the moment you dragged him in by the hand like a greedy kid spotting a candy store. But he didn't say anything. What's the point of using his knowledge and skills to crush making you happy? It wasn't necessary at the time.

But, much to his pleasure of being correct, but his dismay of your disappointment, you aren't the biggest fan of it in the end.

"This isn't great," you swallow, shaking your head and dropping the spoon back into the paper cup in defeat as the green and nutty mixture went down your throat for the last time.

"It's not real," Carmen joins you, just to end up dropping his spoon in the same unfulfilling manner, too. "Most gelato places aren't. Gelato's dense. Not fluffy."

You nod, pushing the cup to the side and interlocking your fingers into his. His calloused fingertips gently caress the back of your hand and go over every little vein and mole that shines through your soft and soothing skin. He's become pretty fond of the whole hand-holding thing. Especially with that pretty rock on your finger. It's delicate. You're delicate. You're his.

"You've been doing that since the day we met, y'know," you hold onto his hand tighter, smiling and snatching your sunglasses back from his face with one swift motion before he can protest.

"What? Explaining shit about food you don't care about?" Carmen chuckles, his teeth showing. Sometimes he was embarrassed of his info-dumping, but he's learned to not be so shameful of it. You find it interesting. He doesn't really notice that he does it anymore.

"Yeah. But it's cute. It's what made me wanna keep talking to you. You don't do it to make me feel stupid, or something. You just.."

You paused to think.

"You know a lot about what you do, Carm. You're passionate."

Ah. The day you met.

Around 3 years ago, you'd just moved to the bustling city of Chicago after writing and successfully selling a beautiful script to an indie short film, which ended up being undeserving of your work due to the poor execution of dialogue. It didn't even end up showing at the film festival you were practically forced to attend. Even after co-writing and directing film projects and not-so-popular cinematic pieces, you hadn't tasted the pleasure of success. You dreamed to write something all on your own and conjure up a moving script of the century. You figured moving to a brand new city would get the creative juices flowing. Eventually, it did, but it took a boring circle of friends and a couple sleepless nights before you were successfully back and thriving in the industry.

You decided celebrating with an appletini or two at a shitty Karaoke bar down the block from your apartment was the best option. And thank god you did.

Carmen caught your eye the moment you detached yourself from your social circle to smoke a cigarette or two outback in the alleyway to melt the anxiety that started to consume you once you got a little tipsy for the first time in months. The tattoo on his hand and the way he crouched down on the asphalt beside Richie who complained endlessly about the complexities of his divorce was intriguing.

You butted into their conversation and lit a cigarette of your own, politely greeting them. Richie didn't say much. It's like he knew it would be Carmen's opportunity to function like a normal person and have a pleasant conversation with a random bar girl in black pantyhose and combat boots. The two of you discussed moving back to Chicago, discovering that Carmen actually grew up there and started a new life of culinary exploration and expertise, while you just needed a sense of control and escapism.

After the conversation had reduced to mundane small talk, visibly making both of you tense up, you finally got his name: Carmen Berzatto. His use of his full name was a little displacing. It made you wonder if you should've known who he was, considering his surprisingly humble background check. You couldn't help but want to know if there was more to him than his career. More than his cigarettes and his tattoos and his weird love-hate relationship with his family friend he called 'cousin' for no real particular reason.

More than the restaurant he'd been trying to revive.

That night caused him to come to the realization that he didn't actually know if there was more to him. Ever since that conversation and its rude interruption of Richie's right hook into some random guys face landing him in a cell overnight, he's been forming into a real person instead of the outer shell that is his job as a chef. He asked about your films, your projects, what made you start working in cinematography, and who your inspirations were. You answered completely honestly and wholeheartedly with every question, never making him feel a burden for his curiosity.

You could tell he was nervous with the way his voice shook and his breath went uneven with every look.

"I was kinda scared to talk to you when you came up to me," Carmen smiles, running his free hand through his dry and defined blonde curls. You squinted in disbelief.

"What? Me?"

"Yeah. I don't know, I–" he shrugs, leaning forward to get even closer to your again "you were cool right off the bat. You still are. Possibly a lot cooler than me."

You roll your eyes playfully, refusing to take the compliment in a fit of flattery. Constantly being humble around Carmen was kinda hard. Especially with the way he unintentionally showered you with compliments that were really just state of facts to him. But he didn't want you to be humble. He wanted you to own that shit.

"And you're beautiful. So, so beautiful. I think that scared me a little, too."

"I think I might've been more nervous than you were. I was just so determined to talk to the hot guy with tattoos and a blue apron over a slutty white t-shirt that I tried desperately to hide it," you joked, laughing harder at the sight of an eyeroll of his own.

"Yeah, well, look at us now. Married," Carmen smiles, gently pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear and exposing your decorated lobe with earrings Natalie gifted you for your birthday last year. "I'm glad you stuck it out. You always do. All the time."

Carmen gushes over your ability to 'always know what to say,' when you know deep down your life is just a constant cycle of 'figuring it out' and 'going with the flow' of inevitable highs and lows of life as you go on. Your brilliance is so organic. Everything about you has always been the purest form of excellence and love to him. Even when he barely knew you.

"Can I ask you a really stupid question?" You bite at the inside of your cheek, your hand releasing from Carmen's so you could clasp your palms together in a pleading motion.

"Sure."

You pause, swallowing the familiar lump that hasn't formed in your throat since the first time you told him you wanted every part of him in your life.

"When..." you breathe in sharply through your nose, "did you realize, 'oh yeah, I need to spend the rest of my life with her.' Was there any specific moment?"

Almost without a second thought, Carmen answers with a blush against his cheeks and his hand grasping yours again at the loss of physical contact.

"Probably the first time we kissed."

That response surprises you more than it probably should. That night in your apartment changed his course and perspective on love and life for the rest of eternity. He learned to slow down and let himself fail and pick the pieces of his mistakes back up.

"I love you, Carmy."

"I love you."

He says it back hungrily like he needs it to be branded into the ridges of your mind. And at this rate, it might've already been stamped into your memories of him.

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[passionateseadruid]

Snake King’s Bride 2

The Meeting

Say hello to my intersex Imp Styx. As I'm sure many of you know the evenly stripe horns are indicative of male Imps and the thin strips white are Female. And also my hellhound Pluto. Also Vagqie is 5'4 and when lucifer met her they were about the same height; but also keep in mind that he was wearing heals (that's canon, like it's in the episode). Finally, I can't believe that he has a nose

When you woke up you were still in the old wedding dress and heals. The veil had fallen from your head, you had slid it back on and flipped the veil back over your face. Whatever brought you here isn't going to get to have you so easily.

You wandered around to the halls of the place you fell into. They were red with gold columns lining every few feet. The walls were lined with apples and the columns were accentuated with what appeared to be snakes coiling around them. "Whoever designed this place needs to be fired."

On the other side of the palace, in the thrown room, Lucifer was panicking. 

"Okay! Everything's going to be fine!"

A little Imp wants in. They were taller than most Imps and had big horns that curled inward towards each other like a heart. Their hair was slip down the middle. White on the left to match the male Imp horn that was slightly bigger than the one on the right; which was female in origin with black hair that was almost tinted dark blue from some angles.

"Styx! Did you get everything set up?" Lucifer asked panic evident on his face.

"Yes sire!" They saluted him. They stood at about 4'11 and wore black leather pants, a short burgundy corset, and a white shirt with long sleeve frilly.

"Good! good."

"Sire. It might be a good idea to take off your ring as to not scare or confuse the young miss."

"Oh! Yeah, I guess." He slid off the ring that had matched Lilith's. The first time he'd taken it off in seven years. "Can I really do this Styx?" 

"Well it is up to you, but if you want you could let her go."

"But then I'd be alone again."

"I suppose so Sire."

Lucifer looked down at his ring again and materialized a black box to slip the circlet if gold into. "I can do this, somehow I know it."

You hadn't gotten very far in your expedition of the strange new place you'd found yourself in. You found a library though which was good. Always good to have a place to hide. Eventually a small fluffy creature resembling a bull dog. She had grey fur and wore a loose black dress that went down to her knees, with a red wine colored bodice. She was only 4 and a half feet tall.

"Good evening my lady." She curtsies and you awkwardly due the same. "Please my lady. Don't feel the need to bow at me. Please follow me to the thrown room."

"Thrown room?"

She sighed. "Yes. Where the king is." She looked back at you and saw you planted firmly in place. "Come on!" she motions for you to follow.

"What's going on? Where am I? Who are you? What was with the spooky fiery rift in space back in the store?"

"Are you serious right now? You sold yourself to the king of hell. Don't play dumb and pretend like you have no idea what's going on. And what's with the wedding dress? Do you actually think the king would choose some lowly human like you?"

"I'm sorry I seem to have misheard you. I thought you said the king of hell."

"I did."

"...hell? ...as in-"

"Lucifer yes." She cut you off.

"There has to be a mistake! I didn't sell my soul to him! I shouldn't be here!"

"You wouldn't be here if you didn't."

'Maybe I can convince him to let me go. He can take Regan or Kaitlyn, I don't care!'

"Head inside." The bulldog ordered.

"May I please have your name."

"Pluto."

"I hope you have a good day Pluto." 

You walked into the room. 

"Darling!" A short man ran up to you and pulled you into his embrace. You struggled as best you could but his grip was firm and unrelenting. "Sorry, to tight?" He lessens his grip and you shirk away.

"Please don't touch me. We don't know each other."

"Oh of course! My apologies. Lucifer Morningstar, your new husband~" 

"What? No... um I think there's been some mistake. I don't belong here."

"Of course you do! You're going to be my bride! That little bug wouldn't have dressed you up like this if you weren't the one intended to be my new wife!"

"But I didn't exactly want that to happen."

"Well you're here now so you might as well make the most of it!" He cheered coming closer to you.

"Wouldn't you rather have someone who wants to be with you? I'm sure there's plenty of goth girls or satanists who would kill to get this opportunity."

"Ugh. You know you humans are really ignorant. Him and I aren't the same. Neither are I and Beelzebub."

"Okay...?"

"That's not important right now." He came even closer and you back into the door. He grabbed the bottom of your veil and you snatched his wrist.

"Doll..." He sounded serious. "Show me your face."

"No thank you."

"Sorry Doll but that wasn't a request." He yanked out of your grip and took your veil off with him. "There! That wasn't so hard, was it?"

You backed up as close to the wall as you could and actually got a look at him. He was about 5'4 and had platinum blond hair. His eyes seemed to glow piss yellow while his pupils were blood red. He wore a white suit with a pink and white stripped vest underneath. His books were black as were his hands though you weren't sure if those were gloves or his actual hand color. 'but he's so pale.'

"Hm? Take a picture it'll last longer~" You rolled your eyes. "You know darling if you're so interested in my hands I can give you a demonstration of what they can do~" Your face heated at his words, and the face that he brought one of his hand up to his mouth in a V shape and licked his lips.

"Why me?"

"Because you put on my ring!"

"But I didn't know what I was doing! Why not choose someone who knows what they're agreeing to?"

"I want you Doll. You're beautiful and my heart is calling out to you. The moment I saw you for the first time in that store i knew I needed you. Come on! We have a Wedding to plan! I'm thinking next month."

"Next Month?!"

"I know it's far off but We'll need to give our guests time to prepare gifts and of course we'll need time to send out the invitations."

"Well I was thinking of more of an August wedding. But eleven months is basically a year and I'm sure it'll still be warm in hell in September so... maybe we should make it a year from now?" Your voice grew meeker as you spoke. "It would also give us a year to get to know each other."

"If I make it a year from now will you be willing to marry me?" He asked excitedly.

"Um maybe?"

"Good enough for me! Come on then! you're probably tired and you'll want to get out of this old thing."

He takes your hand and leads you through the palace.

"Mr. Morningstar?"

"Call me Lucifer! You'll be a Morningstar soon! I suppose I'll have to talk to heaven about turning you immortal. Charlie had begged me for siblings when she was younger, so I'm glad to finally be able to fulfil that."

"Lucifer, I think that we should stay in separate rooms."

"What? But why?" He whined.

"We just met." 'and your the devil.' "And I'm rather traditional." 'No I'm not but you don't need to know that.'

"Alright if that's what you wish Darling."

"And one more thing. Wouldn't it be so romantic if our first kiss was the one we shared on our wedding day?"

"Ooooohh! Like the ones in those romance novels that are so popular on earth!" She squeaked. 

"Yeah... like those."

"Well here we are! It's the best guest room in the place! I'll have Styx put on some new warm sheets on the bed and I'll get you some clothes. You probably want to go take a bath."

"Um I'm good I'll shower in the morning."

"Nonsense Doll. Unless this is a backhanded way to invite me to join you~"

"I'll go take a shower ON MY OWN!" You said running out of the bedroom.

"What am I going to do?

After your shower you cracked the door and looked down to find a pile of clothes and no Lucifer in sight. You changed into them and found the shirt tight on you and the thong given to you a bit too revealing for your taste. "What am I going to do? I can't walk out there and show everyone everything."

"Yeah, I'd prefer this all saved for my eyes only." Lucifer's voice called from behind you.

"Ah! What are you doing in here?"

"Just admiring the view." he slowly gazed up and down at you tracing the curves of your body.

"May I please have something that actually fits me?" You rolled your eyes and your arms came up to cover your chest.

"Fine..." He huffed annoyed. "But I think the size of my old shirt looks cute on you." He snapped his fingers and the shirt grew so long it basically became a night gown. 

"Is this really okay to do to your clothes?"

"It's an old shirt I don't wear anymore."

"This thong better not have belonged to your kid."

"No! no. nonononono! It was uh, my ex-wife's."

"Oh. That's a bit weird isn't it?"

"I'll take you out shopping for clothes tomorrow, but for tonight you can either use those or go commando. I know which option I'd rather see~"

"Goodnight Lucifer!" You pushed him out of the room.

"Goodnight Darling!"

'What am I going to do?' You thought.

[bluravenite]

I would love to hear any little headcanons you have about the ghouls, perhaps thoughts about the different ghouls styles if that’s something you’ve thought about :)

I do have ideas for their style but it's something very abstract in my mind so I'mma try to explain it to the best of my abilities??

Dew: black band shirts ripped years and scrappy leather boots chains and jewelry.

Rain: flowy shirts, very frilly, fitted clothes, fitted pants and jeans, either flat sneakers or fancy boots, he often wears dresses too. And he has lots of simple pretty hats to keep the sun off his face.

Aether: dad. But fashionable? Lots of cardigans and vests, button up print short sleeve shirts, and cuffed slacks, with fancy mm but comfy flat shoes.

Mountain: he wears tank tops with layered solid color button up cotton short sleeves. Usually with some kind of cropped or cuffed pant or shorts. He also wears lots of open toed shoes, or flats sneakers on occasion. He can be a fancy boy though.

Phantom/aeon: he's low-key the dress up doll of everyone so he will wear frilly shirts or button ups, normal black tshirts, lose or fit pants, he cares more about looking nice in whatever he's wearing than what he is wearing, he also has nice shoes but prefers sneakers and likes being comfortable in his clothes.

Swiss: leather jackets, flannels, tank tops, tshirts that are too tight for his own good, muscle tanks, lose pants, sweatpants, nice shoes or sneakers depending on occasion. On hot summer days he wears open button up shirts with no undershirt, shorts and open toed sandals or something of the like.

Aurora: she's like the vampire goth girly, she will wear frilly blouses with big sleeves, puffy dresses and sheer fabrics and either Mary Jane's or demonia style boots. She's kinda like a Gothic academia and very mild pastel goth. If you ask her what her inspiration is, it would be Morticia Adams in her fashionable youth, before she became a fashionable milf ofc.

Cirrus: she's pretty laid back but likes to look nice, she will wear the fancy cocktail dresses and look so hot everyone wants to melt into the pits of hell. She wears fitted clothes and a sort of comfortable but polished style, you'll never see her in just one style of clothing though, she's kind of like a really well dressed hot millennial.

Cumulus: LOVES lives comfy stuff, anything that's like soft or cotton she loves wearing, so she will often have fluffy cute sweaters or pretty tops shiny tops she loves showing her skin but also being cozy so skirts, shorts and sweatpants or cute fitted pants are always the way, she also loves pretty flowy sundresses and cropped or flowy shirts. The ghoulettes spend HOURS helping her find just what she wants and making it fit perfectly just for her.

This is the main ghouls but!! Lmk if you want a part two with other ghouls like zeph, ifrit, alpha, cowbell, etc!!

[lockettelullaby]

Ur amber freeman post was so good😭 can we get another? Maybe reader is also a Ghostface and they are just fluffy and chaotic together??? Plzzzz

A Little Bit Theatrical

Pairing: Amber Freeman x Ghostface Fem!Reader

Word Count: 615

Summary: You spend the night over at your girlfriend’s house to help her prepare for her big performance.

A/N: This request was so much fun to write! I’m also fully convinced that Amber gives off theatre kid energy.

“You know, it’s really hard to give my speech when you keep making faces like that.”

The voice sliced through the air as you lifted your head from your copy of Murder on The Orient Express. Standing across from the bed was none other than your girlfriend, Amber, who had a frown plastered to her expression. Realizing she was talking to you, you rolled onto your back, the upper half of your body dangling off the edge of a bed as if you were a circus performer.

”Huh? I wasn’t making a face!” you protested, bringing your book up to your face like a mask.

Rolling her eyes, Amber stepped forward to yank the book from your hands. Though she was upside down in your line of vision, you couldn’t help but feel your chest lift at the sight of her. Her raven hair fell over her red oversized flannel like a cascade of onyx. One sleeve had slid down to her elbow, allowing her black tank top to be visible as she raised a brow at you.

”Really? Then a mystery novel must be pretty hilarious.” she huffed, holding the book in the air as you pouted.

“It actually kinda—“

Your words fell short at the sight of Amber’s deadpanned expression.

“—okay fine. It’s just you’re…”

“I’m what?”

”…a little bit theatrical. Don’t get me wrong! You’re totally giving the whole scary-I’m-going-to-kill-you-all type vibe, it‘s just kinda like if the drama club was putting on a production of Stab.“

Amber paused, lowering the book in her hand. ”Babe, I’m in drama club.”

You blinked back at her before losing your balance, sending you tumbling onto the floor. Groaning, your gaze flickers back to Amber. She chuckles at the sight, gently helping you back to your feet. Your arms wrap around her neck instinctively, as if it were second nature to you. Giggling at her smile, you scrunched your nose playfully.

”I forgot you were a theatre kid.”

“Shut up. How would you deliver the lines then?”

You tilted your head, pretending to think as Amber‘s arm held you in a tight embrace around your waist.

“Make it slow. Saying things in a lower voice rather than yelling them makes the effect that much more scarier because it shows you’re in control of your emotions.” you explained, loosely playing with Amber’s hair.

Leaning in, Amber gently placed her lips against yours, the scent of her cinnamon perfume surrounding you like a storm.

“Did you learn that one from your book, baby?” she asked after pulling away, holding the book above your head once more. “Maybe you should do the speaking instead of me.”

It didn’t help that Amber was a few inches taller than you. Crossing your arms, you reached up for the book desperately.

“I thought the plan was you do the talking and I start the fun? Now give it back.” you protested.

Laughing at the sight, Amber smirked before holding the book behind her back.

”So you were paying attention. Kiss me first and then we’ll talk about getting your book back.”

Before a second thought could enter either of your minds, your lips crashed against Amber, leaving the two of you stumbling to the bed. Hooking your leg around her hip, you felt her arms draw you in closer as raven hair fell over you. Quite frankly, you didn’t care too much if you got your book back in that moment. Your attention was captivated by the theatrical girl above you.

[the-fiction-witch]

Our Nest

Media Phantom Halo / My Left Hand Man

Character Samuel Emmerson

Couple Samuel X Reader

Rating Cute Af

Concept Cuddles in the Cold

I fixed my hair in my reflection giving the bangs an adjustment, I grabbed my tall purple bottle from the vanity and generously spritzed my neck and body before returning it to its place. I picked up my handbag and headed out of my room grabbing my keys as I went. I saw my mother sprawled across the white and blue floral sofa and quite frankly didn't want to give her the time of day, but as I got to the porch I found my guilt overwhelming and I turned around to go to the sofa I checked her pulse and she was still alive even if it was crazy as usual, I made her a glass of water sitting it on the table put her stuff back in her box making sure to lock it up tight, throwing away the needle and putting a blanket over her. I headed out locking the door behind me scampering down the steps and into the night. I headed down a few blocks to the small convenience store grabbing some chips, some candy, and just general snacks. Once I paid and left I headed to my true destination I headed down the street soon enough arriving at the half-broken little house with the light on within and a single light off on the outside. I saw a sweet sight Samuel sat on the porch steps in his cheap knock-off high tops from the local market, a pair of light wash blue jeans two sizes too big for him with the knees almost worn out and a few holes in need of repair as they began to get scraggly, his plain white t-shirt with them an unbuttoned short sleeve yellow shirt with some kind of pattern in not sure what. He was fluffy as usual smiling widely as the comic book in his hand, his arms pale and slightly shivering where he'd clearly been outside a good while, I went over and sat down on the stone beside him tussling his fluffy hair which made him jump but blush

"Oh uhh hi y/n"

"Hi Sammy, what's happening here then?" I asked looking over to see the comic he happily moved it closer letting me see his face lighting up excitedly

"Ah this is the new issue, the phantom halo is locked in this death struggle trying to save the" he explained but cut himself off "Sorry, it's stupid," 

"When did I say it was stupid?" 

"You didn't but, you don't wanna hear about my comics," he says packing it away with a few others beside him, I smiled and gently rested my hand on his wrist making him freeze up

"You have a nasty habit of jumping to conclusions Sammy. If you wanna talk about it I wanna hear about it" I smiled giving his cheek a kiss which turned his whole face crimson 

"You sure your okay listening to me ramble about comics?"

"If it makes you happy I'm very excited to learn more" I smiled leaning on his shoulder he excitedly got his comics and began explaining in very intense detail everything in the issue even going on tangents about characters and motivations, lore and info. I had to admit I wasn't a big comic fan especially compared to Samuel I didn't know half of what he was talking about but I was just happy listening to him be so excited and energetic and I did my best to ask questions and clarify things with the little info I did know to let him explained and go on even more tangents till At Last he finished up and gave my head a little kiss 

"You don't have to listen to me if you don't want to"

"I like listening to you" I smiled before I heard a loud bang and shouting from within the house "What was that?" I asked sitting up 

"That's my dad." He says nervously "he's drunk" 

"What's he angry about today?"

"Becket. As per usual." 

"When did he get back?"

"A few hours ago" he shrugs 

"That, How long have you been out here?" I asked carefully stroking up his ice-cold arm

He nods "I was working on the car, he locked the doors" 

"Come here" I cooed opening my arms he smiled and happily cuddled up to me I wasn't that warm but I was more than happy to share my warmth with him "You wanna go sit in the car? It'll keep us warmer?"

"Yeah let's go" 

We got up and took our stuff around the side of the house and into the back garden where his dad's old car sat, he'd been fixing it up as long as I could remember but it did serve us well as we often slept in it on the nights we get locked out. We both climbed into the back into the nest we had built in the backseats with the well-repaired seats, cheap thrift store cushions, and multiple various blankets we had picked up mostly from discount racks around town making sure to shut the car up tight. I got out my snacks which we happily shared as we got wrapped up both cuddled together and with our many blankets and cushions having folded down the front seats as much as we could. I made sure we both wrapped up tight with a blanket around our shoulders two over our legs and cushions sat between our bodies and the doors building our nest for the night as usual as we both knew how cold it can get these nights. 

"I take it things aren't great with your mum?"

"Could be better. Could be worse." I answered, "She's using again."

"I'm sorry y/n"

"It's fine. Nothing we can do about it."

"You wanna stay here tonight?"

"If I can?"

"You're always welcome you know that,"

"Yeah, don't really wanna go home," I said cuddling closer to him

"Okay, we'll keep each other safe, cosy, and warm" he smiled 

"Thank you, Sammy"

"You're welcome, thank you too y/n for everything"

"You’re always welcome Sammy" I smile giving his lips a soft kiss.

[swirlzzzzz]

Queen to be

Chapter 2

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Aristocratic is home to the two girls. It is a planet and a member of the Circle. The Circle is made up of four remaining plants ln their region of the universe. They are named Vying, Commiseration, Mips, and Aristocratic. Each planet is held together by its rulers, but these rulers can not make any big important decisions without the councial. Commiseration, the first planet, is a place full of fields and flowers. The queen of this plant, Anana Lovely, has a younger son named Griffin Lovely and an older daughter named Flora Lovely. Griffin is 1200 years old, and Flora is 157,0 years old. Living on this planet, small cottage-like houses are most common. Citizens of Commiseration make a good income working in flower shops, bakeries, or local bookshops is fairly sunny, there happens to be wind most of the time. clothing worn would be flowy dresses that end before your ankles, or right under your knees worn with a sweater or baggy dress pants with an undershirt and a sweater. Flower prints are most common and wearing small jewelry. Fields of flowers can be found almost anywhere along with small streams and ponds.

The second plant is Vying. The queen and king Maximus Champion and Akeeva Champion, are strong competitive leaders. They have two children, a son named Ajeeta Champion and a daughter names Ajeitha Champion. Ajeeta is 162,5 and Ajeitha is 103,o. Vying is quite different from the other plants in many aspects. They are far more advanced in technology than the others and are considered more city-like. Vying is quite rainy or moist most of the time. The rain in Vying is acidic. Experiencing this rain a good amount shouldn't affect you much but since the citizens live in and experience this rain daily they must take perceptions. Vying is a very populated place and work is scarce. Working for the royal family is what most people do. But it is not that hard to provide for yourself by fixing and building devices and gadgets. Living spaces are renovated garages and big buildings on top of each other. Fashion is unique to every person. Tight full-bodysuit clothing made out of rubber is worn to protect them from the weather conditions. The suite has padding and comes in variety of colors, and various choices of accessories. Most of the citizens take up hobbies like hoverboarding the suites also help protect them from these dangerous activities. Regular clothing can be worn over the suites as well.

Mips is the third plant. The queen and king are Kala Flower and Charles Flower the ll. Their son is Charles Flower the lll. He is 152,0. If you live in Mips then you are probably a farmer. Mips is one of the poorer planets so it is smart to farm your own food. Painters make good money because the Royals of Mips have a love for art. There is usually rain off and on in Mips so it is a muddy planet. Swamp land can be found further from where the people live. Dress attire is long dresses, pants, handmade shirts, warm wool coats, and big sweaters. Earthy colors are the most common. People live on their own land with farms or in the village near the castle.

Now where our story is focused is the fourth plant, Aristocratic. Last but not least their queen is Azrael Storm. Her two daughters are Mealva Strom and Regina Storm. Mealva is 180,9 and Regina is 151,6. Having jobs like a banker, train worker, shoemaker, tailor, or seamstress would make a good living. Victorian houses are the style to live in. Most houses are close together. It always seems cold there no matter what time of year it is. Snow decorates the tops of the houses. Gothic Victorian is the style people of this plant dress in. Most popularly seen clothing would include short dresses with a waistline that ends under the chest, vest suits, corsets, fluffy fur coats, belled sleeves, big chunky shoes like mary Jane and boots, lace, velvet, and silk are often worn fabrics. The planet has an enormous ocean because of this pirates' rome this planet's seas. This is the main reason why people never come to Aristocratic…along with plenty of others.

The two girls enter the castle they are followed by two guards as they begin to take their journey to the throne room, where their mother sits, Queen Azrael Storm, waiting for her two daughters to arrive. As they enter the dead silent room the enormous door shuts behind them making a loud thud. The walls have a black wallpaper with dark purple flowers. If you look up you can see that the roof is round and made of black stained glass. Through the glass you can see vines covering it. At the back of the room sits the extravagant throne with purple cushions, the rest is black, skulls of animals and humans surround the tall chair, two swords sit at the side of her. The children get to their knees in front of the woman staring into their soul they then bow.

“How did the training go?” said the queen, quickly looking at Regina's leg and then turning her gaze to Malva.

“Exceptionally! well on my end though for Regina, i could say otherwise”

“I won!” the dark-haired girl spoke up.

“No no, you cheated”

“It’s not cheating it-”

“Ugh, you are giving me a HEADACHE! now By cheating you mean….what?”

“Regina used her powers…again.” spoke Malva

“Oh, my sweet daughter… how many times must I tell you that just because you have an advantage does not mean you need to use it?! Malvaa leave shoo.” said the queen as she waved her hand back and forth.

The girl got up off her knees and walked out of the room, stopping for a moment to glance behind herself as she closed the big doors behind her. Azrael was massaging the side of her forehead as she stared up at Regina still on her knees. The queen widened her eyes, then rolled them.

“Up my daughter I have something to show you.” The queen then stood up from her throne and began to walk out of the room Regina followed not far behind, and four guards followed two in front and two in the back. The two women walked out the doors of the throne room down dark hallways only lit by candles mounted on the walls that seem to never go out. They took left and then right. It's quite easy to get lost in the castle these women called home. Finally, they came to a round wide black door with carvings in it. In the middle of the door was a circle with a hole where a key would go. The Queen stepped forward. She took out a knife from her bra and slit her thumb then put her thumb up against the small keyhole, she sucked her thumb clean as the door opened. The guards stood outside the room as Regina and her mother walked in. In the middle of this small room stood a rectangular table made out of black stone with symbols carved into it.

“Well Regina you do know how old you are now don't you.”

“no mother enlighten me.”

Regina knew what her mother was going to discuss, a boy, not any boy Regina happened to know a boy of the plant Mips well in fact he is the prince of the neighboring planet. She had heard it all before a few hundred years back her mother and the boy's parents had agreed for the two children to get married. Though last time Regina checked she is not legally allowed to get married. Azrael began to pour drinks as she spoke

“I have spoken to the king and queen of Mips and we have come to a decision that you and the young prince are to meet.”

“but that's not the deal I am not to meet this imbecile till we are to marry”

“plans change Regina, must I remind you why I have agreed to this my dear hm?”

“no, I…I remember mother”

“really do you 'cause you're not acting like it! That stupid plant can't fend for itself so they have to come running to me, nothing new. But you, my daughter, really know why I accepted the offer, don't you?” said the queen as she grabbed her daughter by the shoulders and whispered in her ear she then graded her dress and walked to the other side of the table. She wiped her hand just above the flat service. small bright purple dots appeared above the table. They looked like stars in the far off sky. As the queen began to speak, the stare-like figures would create an animation to go along with what she was saying.

“We will provide the small plant with everything they need because the stars know we have enough and in return their sweet prince's hand in marriage. A big lovely wedding declaring you the ruler of both Mips and Aristocratic and as you gain the trust of the people and… well you know the plan my dear I don't need to waste my breath explaining”

“Yes yes mother but why are we talking about this”

“Oh yes. In a month you will meet the prince for tea here at the castle”

“what! No, I am nowhere near prepared for this!”

“One month Regina!” yelled her mother as she walked out of the room and down the hall to prepare for dinner.

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[witch-oftheflowers]

Covert Mission: A Start

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Ximena Lopez (OC)

TW: violence, blood, language

The night was cold, a fun festival litter the streets of down town Bristol. The vibrant lights along with the rivers running through the city.

The light festival that surrounded the city around the time of Valentine's Day was bustling.

A young Simon Riley walked through the festival. His hands tucked in a long trench coat his mother gifted him. His brown eyes scanning the surrounding area as he noticed the spot he was looking for. Walking over he stood under the large oak tree. He glanced around as he noticed a head filled with large curls bouncing through the crowd.

Once he noticed the curls heading his way. His hands went clammy in his pockets. He was asked to assist in a cover mission with a talented soldier, that needed help tracking a target that kept evading them.

His eyes softly widen when he saw the short woman walking towards him. Her dark olive tan skin shined under the colorful lights, her fluffy large curls bounced off her shoulders even swaying around her hips as she walked over.

Big brown eyes met his as she stood before him. She wore an off shoulder shirt, the sleeves flow around her elbows. Her tattoos evidently shown from the skin exposed. The tight black jeans hug he curvy legs and hips. And the large boots she wore gave her a few inches to her. Her earrings swayed and moved as she eyed him up and down a bit.

Compare to the two, Simon was more bland looking. A simple turtle neck shirt in grey, his black trench coat and some khakis pressed pants. He had on comfortable dress shoes in case. His hair was buzzed cut on the side a bit left in the middle of his soft blond curls. Not overgrown but it wasn't short.

The woman smiled as she held a hand out to him.

"I'm Ximena Lopez, you'll be helping me today hermoso" she said softly, her Spanish accent was clear as she spoke.

Simon took her hand and gave it a shook as he remained calm. "Nice to met ya, I'm Simon Riley.... Didn't know it was a lass I was helping out today." He admitted as he let her hand go.

Ximena nods her head as she took a step and stood besides him. Her hands stayed behind her back as they looked to the crowd.

"Had a feeling the general wouldn't say that .. Usually I get chumps that don't wanna help." Her voice was quiet as she looked around. A small smile on her painted lips as she hums a bit.

His eyes glanced down to her as he noticed the large height difference. About a good foot between them. He looked back to the crowd as he nods his head.

"I see why.. if you dress like that often." He said as he didn't like her appearance. She looked pretty yes, but it wasn't the best choice for a mission like theirs.

Ximena scoffed a bit as she snear at his boldness. "Really... Didn't think you would be bold? Ya know I can do this myself." She said as she began to walk away from him. Her hand held up as she shush him.

Simon noticed a man coming their way as he realized it was their target. He quickly joined her as he grasp her hand in his as he tried to blend in.

Her eyes narrowed at him as she was about to tell him off. She noticed the man behind them on his phone chatting away. Her hand soften in his as she sighs.

"Just be nice. I don't need trouble from ya." She scolded him as she yanked him along. Simon knew he wasn't gonna enjoy this, even rolled his eyes, but he sucked it up for the mission.

A few hours would pass. Ximena dragged him along as they tailed the target. Eventually they got used to being around the other.

She begrudgingly stayed calm, not wanting to spend more time with the English man. Even if he was starting to run off on her, just a small bit.

"With your accent.. Latin America I'm assuming?" Simon said as they sat on a cafe table. A bit away from the target as he was waiting for someone.

Ximena sip her ice coffee as she hums. Her eyes shut as she enjoyed her drink.

"Mexico originally.." she said as she looked at him through her thick lashes. He wasn't bad looking but his attitude was so lacking. Such a shame she thought.

"Why you out here?" He said his gravely voice was clear as he looked to her. Eyeing her up and down, taking in her calm demeanor. He wouldn't admit she looked pretty. He bit his lip a bit as he enjoyed his hot cup of tea.

"Parents moved us out here.. I don't get why they came here and not the US." She admitted as she hums a bit. Her legs were softly swinging under the table as she had a bit of energy.

He nods his head as he finished his cup. He stood up as the target moved again. Ximena pouted as she grabbed her drink and followed him.

As their target moved down an alleyway. Ximena rush forward as they didn't have a chance till now.

She had a syringe in her pocket to subdue the man. Her hands reached for him as she yanked him back. Her curls was all Simon saw as he tried to catch up to her.

Ximena had the man on the floor. A bit of blood trickle down her nose as she sighs. Wiping it off with the back of her hand as she got the man up. Simon assist her over as she called for a ride.

As they tucked the man in the back. She sat on one side as Simon took the other. The driver drove off as he smiled. A young John Price looked to the two as he was the one that helped them get together for this mission.

Ximena stared at John as she sighs.

"I'm not asking you for help Lieutenant. I don't need a rookie to help me next time." She spat as Simon glared at her a bit.

"I don't care how cute he is." She started as she held a hand up to his face. "It's not worth his ugly rude attitude." She finished as Simon yank her hand down and was still glaring hot rods at her.

"I would rather get tortured then have to work with you again. You arrogant pompous brat"

"Don't even act like I held you captive the whole time. You could of left."

"You actually did. You dragged me along the whole time. Which I don't appreciate" he said as he glared down at her

Ximena blinked as she laughs a bit. "You're like a giant compared to me! Come on John tell me you don't believe this shit he's giving???"

John laughs a bit in his seat as he turned around a few roads. He had a small smile on his lips as he taps his fingers on the wheel.

"Seems like you two will get along... I hear there's another mission for you two soon anyways. So get used to it." He said a bit smug as the two in the back process his words.

"You're fucken shitting me..." Simon said as he groaned and sat back. Rubbing his large hand across his face.

Ximena sat there as she sighs a bit, sitting back as she looked out the window.

This was just the start of their rough bumpy road ahead. Two of them didn't know that the irritation and emotions that were fluttering around them would bloom. But they denied it as much they could honestly.

[monsterfloofs]

Werewolf (Beau) x Anonymous Anxious Reader (Sfw)

(a short inspired by my tiny emotional support werewuff comic and @meepmoopmaap who had asked in the comment for fanfic writers to make something. I thought to myself, hey! I can do that for ya! :'D )

Sour candy in your pocket, letting a few soften in your mouth. Focusing on the wave tart flavor that stings your tongue and the where the soft palate meets the throat.

You feel tears tingle in your eyes and you manage to smudge them with your sleeve. Standing, teetering on the edge of raised concrete in the parking lot.

Beau has his back turned to you, digging around in the back seat. He always looked so big when he was crowded into the car. From this angle you thought you would be able to see the tips of his fluffy ears, but his ears must be lying flat on his head. He was probably as uncomfortable as you felt.

You chewed on your sour candy, another tingling burst of flavor, zipping like electricity in your mouth.

Beau gets up and closes the car door, handing you a bottle of water, big furry hand engulfing yours for a moment.

"Alright--" He growled, "You got your sours and your water, is there anything you need from me?"

You shake your head and Beau looks unsure.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"

You shake your head again, managing to swallow the candy and the lump in your throat before talking.

"It's okay, you're uncomfortable being around people when you're all fluffy," You smile, "And I don't think they'd even let you into the check up room. I'll text you when I get out okay?"

Beau dips his muzzled face, honeyed eyes reflecting concern. "I don't but," He growls softly, "I don't like how anxious going here makes you. . ." His head turns, looking towards the glass double doors out front. His clawed hand holding yours and giving it a squeeze.

". . . Comeon," he huffs softly, motioning his head towards the medical facility. "If I can't stand it in there, I'll run with my tail between my legs back to the car."

You look up at him but he turns his head, not wanting to meet your eyes. You smile softly, and wrap your arms around his torso.

"You really don't have to Beau," You whisper softly, but he's a stubborn one, and keeping his nose high he huffs indignantly. You feel tears prickle in your eyes, voice turning thick and tight. "Thank you. . ."

He looks down and ruffles your hair softly, your arms slowly dropping to your side before hand in hand, you walk through the parking lot together.

[original-character-championship]

Bracket B Round 1

Poll 25

Lilith (@sinhasfluffyheadfur) vs. Elmer (@pineapplesunkist)

113. Lilith (@sinhasfluffyheadfur)

she/they

she may be a basic blond haired blue eyed bitch but she’s transfem and the sweetest person ever and such a girlboss AND SHE HAS DRAGONFLY WINGS!!!! AND A BIG POOFY GALAXY COLORED SKIRT!!! and she’s bi also and basically gave up her life just so she could stick with her bestie does she not sound cool!!!! anyway I love them a lot and my friends also do she is an icon and you should vote for her. and for every vote they get my two fluffy cats get one kiss each AND if she wins any rounds for each round she wins I will post a cute picture of my cats. Also Lilith is polyamorous and has two partners.

long, somewhat wavy/fluffy blond hair with two mini-pigtails, one on each side of her head. the rest of her hair is down. mid-light blue eyes, fluffy eyebrows, and usually has a cute grin. her outfit is made of an undergarment (in a pale purple/white color) that is shaped similar to a cloud at the bottom and the ends of both sleeves, a toole skirt that is colored to look like the night sky/a galaxy goes over the undergarment and is secured with a deep purple corset. two smaller versions of the skirt are attached at each of her wrists to give her fancy sleeves, both secured with stiff material that wraps around and is buttoned up. the long sleeves of the undergarment that are still visible also have that really nice and very shaped poof to them. she wears white tights and (currently undecided what color but likely a darker shade of purple or navy) Mary Janes. her dragonfly wings are specifically purple skimmer dragonfly/roseate skimmer dragonfly

114. Elmer (@pineapplesunkist)

Any of them

Cartoony giant hammer come from nowhere type guy. Four arms so that's twice the fighting power. If they win no one has to die BTW.

They are 5 inches tall. troll doll like hair, four arms, shiny large eyes and fairy wings. any color you like. only wears a hoodie and tiny shorts. said hoodie can have anything on it but it has to be vulgar or really funny

[dragimalsdaydreams]

[image ID: 2 images of the same front-view, full-body screenshot of Sucrose from the game Genshin Impact.

the image first is an unedited screenshot of how Sucrose appears in-game. she's pale-skinned with amber-gold eyes framed by big, round, wood-framed glasses. her minty-teal hair is fluffy and short-cropped, with a long rat tail extending her hair from the back (not visible from this front view). two long, pointed, fox-like ears extend from the sides of her head, matching the color of her hair, and pulled down in a bashful position. Sucrose is wearing a very short black + navy blue skirt/romper with long white sleeves, navy ribbons/frills, and gold filigree accents. she's also wearing a matching hat, gloves, and boots, sheer black stockings, and a short white cape (not very visible from the front).

the second image is a heavily edited version of the first. Sucrose now has a minty-teal, fox-like tail to match her ears. a little doodle to the side shows the rat tail being cut off with an emphatic, "NO!!" she's now wearing a brown vest and brown jodhpur pants with mint/gold accents, while the colors of the gloves and boots have been shifted to match. her cape has been extended into a much longer design, shaped after insect wings with a mint-teal gradient, dark teal "veins", and gold accents. a white/teal lily is pinned just under her hat, with two of the stamens extending out much taller than natural, to give the impression of "insect antennae".

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WHEW this one was unexpected! I've always thought Sucrose was cute, but I honestly didn't think about her all that much. but the recent Windblume gave me a greater appreciation for her character... as well as a newfound irritation for her outfit, lmao. the more I like a character, the more I end up scrutinizing their outfit, sigh...

anyways, design notes and more in-depth image desc under the cut!

barring Tighnari (he's a special case...), I usually start a redesign with shape design in mind rather than color design, as it comes more naturally to me. but Sucrose flipped the script-- I hate how the navy clashes with the mint more than anything else.

[image ID: the two versions, cropped to the torso area.

the original design features a skin-tight, black romper, with a short, navy blue "skirt" wrapped over the top, but split down the middle. the bottom edge of the skirt has thick, navy blue frills. long white sleeves with wide, flared cuffs sit on the shoulders, detached from the romper, leaving a gap of bare skin above the bust. an Anemo vision and black/white bow pins the sleeves up at the base of the throat, sitting just under a fluffy black collar. two leather straps are pinned to the sides of the skirt, one side holding bubbling alchemy tubes. gold filigree accents are scattered about, notably large designs on the shoulders, over the sleeves.

the edited design has changed the romper/skirt into a brown vest that flares into a similar "skirt" shape at the hips. the edges are trimmed in gold, the frills at the bottom edge are mint, and the center is buttoned up with shiny, round mint buttons. the sleeves now attach to the main vest, but are a darker brown that fades even darker towards the white/gold cuff. the leather straps now sit above pockets which are sewed in with thick mint thread. the top of the cape now wraps over the top of the shoulders, and is pinned at the base of the throat by the Anemo vision and a mint bow. this part of the cape is white with the same fluffy black collar, and the large, gold filigree designs on the shoulders.

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I figure that leaning into the mint with a "minty mocha" palette works better, though I may be biased because it's one of my favorite palettes for mint colors, haha.

all this is to say... I really didn't have any ideas for shapes at first (no, I didn't even have the insect theme in mind yet!). I knew I wanted to give her more interesting pants, at least, but nothing felt "right", or it felt overdone (like the poofy-bottom pants I love so much). I think I only landed on jodhpur pants because I was trying to reverse my own "bottom-heavy" tendencies, haha

[image ID: the edited image, cropped to the pants. these pants flare out wide with extra, poofy fabric at the outside of the hips, then turn sharply back in towards the knees, tapering down into the skin-tight lower legs. they're the same dark brown as the sleeves, and fade to darker brown towards the ends of the pants. the fly is lined with gold, and buttoned with a couple round, teal buttons. the outer sides of the lower legs are lined with a star-tipped gold line, and buttoned with a few teal buttons. end ID]

yes, I know jodhpurs are riding pants, and I... honestly don't even know if Sucrose rides horses in the first place. I usually try to match the practicality of clothing to a character, but I love the shape so much, I just went on ahead with it. maybe she got inspired by Sumeru rider fashion? (and maybe I'll do an alt outfit for Kaeya with jodhpurs? hmm..)

the insect inspiration hit me when I was brainstorming her cape and realized it could reference crystalfly wings!

[image ID: small sketches of the inside and outside of the cape. the cape is shaped vaguely like insect wings, folded back and connected along the seam between each wing. the inner corner of each wing has a long, thin "tail" that flares out into a crescent-like tip. both sides have the gradient of dark-to-light teal, but the outside is notably darker. dark teal "veins" flare across both sides, including the "tails". the main veins have a swirl shape in the center, much like an Anemo crystalfly. both sides are edged in gold trim, but the outside has white section over shoulder area. end ID]

very fitting, since she uses crystalfly constructs in her attacks (though the tails admittedly evoke more "butterfly" than anything)

the cecilia is supposed to add to this "insect" silhouette, evoking "antennae"

[image ID: a white lily, with the typical 6 large, pointed petals, prominent long pistil, and 6 long, thin stamens. the center is teal fading out to white towards the tips of the petals. the pistil is teal, and the stamens are gold with teal tips. two of the stamens are far longer than normal, curving far above the top edge of the flower. end ID]

I figure this is one of Sucrose' alchemy-mutated specimens, to explain the color and two longer stamens, haha

also, fun fact: I always thought cecilias looked like lilies, so I figured it was just another name for lilies I'd never heard of (or otherwise a similar-looking species). so I google cecilias, and what do I find?? it's not a name for any real-life flower-- Genshin cecilias are just misnamed lilies. bizarre Genshin naming conventions strike again (don't look at the animal or ingredient archive too hard if ur a biologist, u might go insane...)

as for the tail, well. can you blame me?

[image ID: a small doodle of the fox tail, hanging comfortably limp. much like the ears, the base color is a light mint, which fades to darker teal at the tip. end ID]

it makes no sense to me that Sucrose and Yae Miko are the only animal-people in the game that don't have tails to match their ears. throw us furries a goddamn bone for once!!

(the cynical part of me thinks it's because fluffy fox tails block the ass too much from the back, unlike thin cat tails, but I can only speculate...)

anyways, since we don't know Sucrose's species, I just went with a fox-like tail, since her ear shape matches Yae's

[mamamittens]

Okay... with that invitation, I cannot resist..! (人◕ω◕)

Can I ask for a date for Saki? :D I think you have her description, otherwise I could also send it again! As for characteristics, she's as always a bit of a smartass with some lame pun-jokes that she thinks are incredibly funny, looks very confident on the outside, even if she feels insecure and might be shaking in her boots. Humor is the best defense! Tends to lose herself in details when talking with somebody when she's nervous, desperate to not seem super boring in a conversation. She tends towards practical clothing but *tries* to be sexy, which works out only sometimes. (Wearing tank-tops and capri-pants for example ;) sine she's a bit on the chubby/curvy side with a decent cup size, that works at least to some degree) She'd like to date Ace if possible <3

I'd order Chocolate Cream with mints, and - sheesh, THIS IS SO HARD TO PICK!! - gummy worms for Saki and gummy bears for Ace? :D If you feel up for it, I think they'd like some alcohol - some White Russian, Alice in Wonderland or Hot Damn would for sure fit their taste.

I hope this wasn't too chaotic! Or too little/too much info!

Thank you for your amazing events! <3

Here we go! I hope this date is to your liking ;)

Date Night Event!

Warnings: Size kink, praise kink, mating press, unsafe sex, creampie, and allusions to oral sex via food puns. Not strictly in that order.

Word Count: 2,874

Saki couldn’t help but nervously fret over her glass of wine. The chair across from her empty with only a card clipped onto a standee in the shape of a heart between them. An ace of spades was glued to the heart as an identifier. The special date event had been advertised around the city for weeks now. Open tables for parties as big as eight and as small as two. If you bought a ‘singles’ ticket, they offered to seat you with someone else for a blind date.

Which is exactly what Saki did. Filling out a small questionnaire that would help the event organizers determine who would be a good date for her. Silly questions like ‘how would you handle a sudden housefire’ and ‘what tree do you think suits your personality’. She wasn’t sure how they were going to take in those questions in a useful way, but she’d been assured upon arrival that they had already picked out her date. So… eventually someone was going to sit there. Hopefully.

She’d already agonized over her clothes and seeing the other guests sitting down with their dates made her wonder if she chose correctly after all. A majority of them wore formal clothing. Suits and dresses. She went for something cute but not too fancy—chronically lacking in ballgowns as she was. A soft pink sweater that fell off her left shoulder, exposing her bra strap but she wasn’t about to go on a date without wearing one. Short red skirt that flared over her thighs with pink tights for modesty. Brown ankle boots with low heels she kept clicking together anxiously. Even her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, pink lace securing it in place with heart charms that clattered together behind her ears when she looked around.

It was probably the most formal her wardrobe got, outside of some button-ups that she hadn’t worn in a few years. She wasn’t entirely convinced they still fit, actually…

“Oh! Sweet! Same card!” A tall, athletic man chimed, holding up an identical card to the one at her table. He was beaming, tan skin glowing with freckles scattered across his face. Fluffy, coal black hair fell almost to his shoulders, framing silver eyes. He was dressed fairly casually himself. A nice black shirt with short sleeves and dark wash jeans. A leather bracelet with silver bangles clicked together at his wrist while he waved the card. He was cute. Really cute. And pretty fit, like he worked outside a lot. “I’m Ace! Funny coincidence, huh?” He asked with a chuckle as he took a seat, slipping the card into the standee as a waiter brought him wine and menus for the table.

It took her a moment to respond, heart wedged in her throat.

“Ah! I’m Saki! That is pretty neat. T-That your name is Ace—it’s a good name, I really like it!—but uhm, that it’s the same as the card. I mean. That’s pretty neat.” Saki rambled, trailing off as her face heated up, her words tumbling over each other as she tried not to stare. Her mind running over what she could remember of her questionnaire.

She had no idea what the hell she said to get paired off with him, but clearly she did something right.

Ace just kept his easy-going smile, seemingly absolutely thrilled to be there.

“Thanks! I like it too. Saki’s a pretty name. Portgas, right?” Ace asked, leaning forward with a sly grin. Saki’s thought came to a screeching halt as she frowned.

“Uh… no? Why?” Ace chuckled at her nervous response and shrugged.

“You’re so perfect, I just thought you’d already have my last name. That’s okay though, we can fix that later.” Ace winked. Saki nearly screamed, a hysterical giggle bubbling out as she whipped up the menu to hide her face.

As it turned out, it was a dessert menu… ah, that’s right. Saki remembers the ticket came with an option for chicken or beef dinner. And some more diet-conscious food choices as well for allergens and such. She supposed that they’d make the desserts while people ate their main course.

“Well! The cakes look pretty good. I’m thinking of red velvet cake or maybe the dark chocolate mousse. What about you? You look like a strawberry cake kind of guy. Maybe dark chocolate cake? Sweet with some bite to it. Maybe a bitter aftertaste. Oh! Or do you prefer sour sweets? Looks like they’ve got something topped with sour gummies… dirt cake, how cute… that doesn’t look too bad, actually, huh…” Saki hummed in thought before glancing up and catching his eyes. He wasn’t even looking at the menu, just staring at her with a faintly hungry expression. Smile just a little too sharp to be sweet.

“I think I might have strawberry cake, sure. Pink and red… looks pretty sweet too. Ah. Might have to take it home to enjoy properly though.” Ace mused, his eyes never leaving her. Saki, in a faintly hysterical and distant sort of way, noted that it certainly sounded like he wasn’t talking about cake. Well… not the kind on the menu at least. “What do you think?” Ace asked.

“I-I—Oh look! Foods here! We should eat that before we think about to go boxes!” Saki covered desperately. The waiter handing them plates with chicken breasts, rolls, green beans, and mashed potatoes. Nothing extravagant or overtly pink and heart filled like the decor, but a solid dinner.

“Would you like to order dessert now or later?” He asked, as he refilled their wine glasses. Saki stalled while Ace ordered confidently.

“I’ll have a strawberry cake please.” Ace handed over his menu that he definitely didn’t look at once.

“Red velvet!” Saki squeaked, handing over her menu. She had not expected the sheer level of audacity Ace had. Usually, she would have responded in a much sharper way, but his upfront, bold nature had her on the backfoot. Very on the backfoot. “So. What made you get a ticket for this event?” Saki asked, hoping that moving the conversation—definitely not about actual cake—would help her nerves.

Ace laughed, cutting into his chicken eagerly.

“Well, I actually lost a bet with my brother. And it was either this or wear a maid outfit.” Ace admitted, cheeks a little red as he took a sip of wine.

“Mm. Afraid you’d like it too much?” Saki asked without thought. Ace choked a little on his greens, laughing. “Or that you’d have to clean too?”

“Hah! I didn’t think I’d fit in one. Frills don’t really suit me.” Ace winked, causing Saki to click her tongue at him.

“Not with that attitude it won’t.” She sassed, enjoying how well cooked the food was. Better than she expected for glorified speed dating.

“Maybe it would suit you though?” Ace suggested hopefully. Saki gave him a dull look.

“You’re not that cute.” Saki informed him. “Maybe if you wore heels though.” She teasingly bargained. Ace seemed a bit startled at the quick turn in conversation. As she suspected, it was easier to talk when he wasn’t thinly alluding to eating her out within moments of meeting her.

“If you’re into that I think I could swing a pair of heels.” Ace mused hopefully before giving her a sharp grin. “Then taste your strawberry cake?”

Aaaannnndd we’re back to dirty food analogies.

“You really like to eat, don’t you?” Saki asked.

“What can I say, I like good food.” Ace shamelessly admitted. Saki felt a shoe tap against her leg. Saki noted how he’d already demolished his plate.

“Messy eater too, from the looks of it.” Saki laughed despite her burning face.

“I just can’t help myself.” Ace declared with a shrug. “You know, I’m actually not that into sweets but tonight? I’ll make an exception.”

“Maybe you should have worn a maid suit instead of going on a Valentine’s date if you don’t like sweets.” Saki advised with a grin.

Ace gave her a cute pout at the lack of blushing reaction.

That’s so much better.

Dinner plates were exchanged for dessert and Saki very pointedly didn’t look at him for the entirety of it.

When she finished, she looked at him and was startled to find that he hadn’t eaten his cake at all. In fact, he was just looking at her. Elbows propped on the table with his fingers locked together, chin resting on them. An oddly charmed look on his face.

“…Did you order strawberry cake to tease me?” She asked finally after a long moment. Ace chuckled.

“No. I was actually hoping… that you’d like to share it at my place?” He asked.

It was a bold ask of him. Aside from teasing jabs, they didn’t really talk much. But…

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” Saki said with a smile, Ace visibly perking up with excitement as he beamed.

“Your ride or mine?” Ace asked as the cake was boxed up and the check settled. Saki laughed.

“I’m not leaving my car here. What do you drive?”

“A motorcycle.”

“And you think a cake won’t go flying off? I’ll take the cake, you lead the way.” Saki compromised. Ace pouted but agreed.

“Fine. But one day you’ll go for a ride with me!”

“Sure I will…”

Ace’s home was a fair driving distance away. Ace taking his responsibility of leading her seriously as he signaled upcoming turns in advance while she maintained a safe distance from him. His home a small house near the outskirts in a quiet neighborhood. The kind that spoke of modest income save for the massive house down the road that overlooked the rest.

Small box of cake in hand, Saki followed Ace inside. Lived in and a little messy, it was still reasonably neat. Anything else Saki didn’t get a chance to notice as the box was plucked from her hands and put away.

At the table, it was easy to forget how tall Ace was compared to herself. But she was aware of every inch as he leaned over her, arm resting against the wall. Cinnamon and musky body spray heavy between them. He went slowly, giving her time to protest as his lips pressed against hers in a gentle slide. Her hands reached up and gripped his shirt without thought as he pulled away. A chuckle brushing over her lips.

He looked into her eyes with a sense of satisfaction. His thumb pressing on her bottom lip.

“Sweet… can I have more?” He asked gently, never looking away once. Saki smiled, reaching up and wrapping her arms around his neck. Pulling him in for another kiss. Messy and a little desperate, she couldn’t help but sigh as his tongue slid between her lips. Melting in his arms as he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up higher. Walking backwards as she clung to him, lips never parting.

She heard a door open and close before her back met a soft mattress. She gasped with a low whine when he pulled away, heart racing as he was quick to remove his shirt and pants. His face was flush as he kneeled over her, hands running up her leggings to her thighs. Brushing up her skirt as he slowly peeled her leggings and underwear back down her legs. Tossing them behind her as he kissed her now bare skin.

“Ace!” Saki yelped as he brushed his fingers across her bare cunt. Teasing her clit and dipping into her body with a single, thick finger. His free hand reached up, dragging her sweater over her breasts to reveal her white lace bra.

“Look at you Saki. What a treat you are for me. So wet… but you’ll need to be wetter than this.” Ace whispered, kissing the tops of her breasts as he trailed his free hand over her trembling stomach. His fingers teasing her with slow, scissoring motions. Dragging along her walls as she started panting. He kissed her deeply, tongue sweeping along her own as she moaned. She could feel his cock sliding against her thigh, heavy and thick as pre smeared along her skin.

Soon, the sound of his fingers stretching her open was louder than his satisfied groans. Her thighs spread out as she began to squirm, heat rising in her body. Forcing her to throw off her sweater and bra, much to Ace’s excitement. He palmed her bare breasts, nipping the sensitive skin.

“Next time, I should put the cake here. What do you think, pretty baby?” Ace asked, liking a hot strip up her breast before taking it into his mouth. She moaned, jerking under him as she squeezed down on his fingers. His mouth left her skin with a wet pop. “Oh, that was a pretty sound. Ya gonna make that sound when I give you it, baby? Think you’re ready to find out?” Ace asked, already inserting a fourth finger as the mild burn tapered off into hot desire.

“Yes~! A-Ace stop teasing me!” Saki complained. His laugh was warm and bright as he pulled his hands away, rubbing his wet fingers on his cock. Saki felt her heart race, understanding suddenly why he took the time to prep her. It was thick and heavy in his hand, tip leaking profusely as he fisted it. Spreading her arousal around before he pushed open her thighs further. Making room for his waist as he settled into place.

Despite his attention, the tip burned as he slowly buried himself inside her. Moaning, Saki grabbed the sheets and threw her head back as he slowly worked his length into her body. Her legs reflexively tensing around his hips and opening as she fought to relax.

“S-So big, fuck you’re so big Ace!” Saki cursed, Ace pulling out leaving only the tip before suddenly hilting in deep.

“I-I know baby! Taking me so fucking well! My good girl, look at you~” Ace sighed, pressing his hand over her lower stomach. She could feel his hand press against his cock. “Ready for more, baby? I want to hear you say it. Say you want more.” Ace demanded, kissing her hard as he panted, cock throbbing between her tight walls. She moaned on his tongue, squeezing him hard as her cunt ached.

“I-I want it! Give me more, Ace! I-I’ll take iiiitttt~!” Saki moaned as Ace pulled out suddenly before thrusting back in deep. Slow, relentless thrusts dragging her soaked cunt open around him as he kept his tongue between her lips. Openly panting with her and groaning into her mouth with every hilt. The bed rocked, headboard steadily smacking the wall harder and harder as he picked up momentum.

His slick hands gripped the backs of her thighs and lifted up, bending her in half. Her body jolting up and down against the mattress into and against his thrusts. Wet smacks echoing with dull thuds as she moaned into his open mouth. She cried out, trembling as she hurtled over the edge. Her cries turning into sobs as he went faster.

Heartbeat racing almost as fast as the hard knocks against the wall as his cock throbbed and hot liquid filled her. Squeezing past his thick cock and smearing along her thighs as he kept going. He pulled away his lips, growling with a feral smile.

“Ready for seconds, baby?” Ace asked, despite not stopping his hard rhythm that threatened to break the bed or the drywall.

“Y-Yes! Oh! A-A-Ace yes~! M-More!” Saki cried out, yelping when her legs were suddenly pressed up against her shoulders.

“Fuck! T-That’s my good girl. S-Sweet baby wants seconds, huh?”

“Yes!” Saki screamed, trembling against him as he pressed his weight down against her. Using the mattress to bounce her off his cock with every thrust.

“Good. G-Good girl—sweet baby—squeeze me like that and I’ll—hnnnnngh~! Fuck do you like that?” Ace panted, hammering into her as she screamed, hands reaching over his back and raking her nails down his spine as she came again.

“Yes! Yes! M-More—I want more Ace please~!”

Ace laughed harshly, leaning his weight forward to lift her hips up. More hot cum pouring into her overworked cunt as he rocked his hips, grinding his cock as deep inside her as he could.

“My p-pretty girl… I forgot to tell you how fucking greedy I am.” Ace kissed her sweaty cheek, gripping her waist to pin her in place against his hips. “I see a sweet little thing like you… and I want to eat you up all night long. You don’t mind indulging me, right?” Ace whispered, hard cock still throbbing as cum dripped down her arched-up back.

She gave a soft, trembling moan against his skin, clinging to him.

Fuck, she didn’t mind at all.

“More~”

Ace grinned, panting hard as he pulled out, slamming back in with a lewd, wet slap against her cunt.

“Oh, anything for a sweet baby like you.”

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Do you do ghoul HCs? If so how do you see everyone's personality?

I have talked so much with my moot friends about this!! To be honest a LOT of our HCs make no sense,, I'll list a couple below the cut!!✍️✍️

There’s a LOT…

Dew is afraid of children (he doesn't know how to interact,, they freak him out)

Dew absolutely sneaks into the kitchen at night, mountain might make him a sandwich if he's there

(dew isn't allowed in the kitchen,,, he's burnt things before)

Dew gets really soft and mushy if you catch him at the right time,, woken up hungry?? Feral demon,,, cuddled in bed woken up by soft kisses?? Mushy baby, you might even get kissed back,, but if he wakes up too much he's like "fuck off I’m to sleep!"

Aether always has a banana,, how?? Banana pockets, no I will not argue.

He keeps extra banana stashes hidden in his room and in the walls (rain keeps them for him)

He took so many bananas from the kitchen imperator had to limit him to 1 banana a day per ghoul,, sometimes the ghouls are nice and give him theirs so he can have extras though

Rain lives in the walls,, absolute gremlin,,

Rain likes to be paid in dabloons (he calls chocolate coins dabloons, he will eat the wrapper too) I cannot explain this one… it just happened…

Rain keeps Chex mix boxes inside the walls,, i also cannot explain this one but all the rain has belong to @ghostsseeghosts

I also believe Rain is a slimy boy,, not intentionally,, he’s just unusually moist at times…

Swiss enjoys those sensory dancing vegetable videos, no he's not high, he just likes dancing vegetables....

I remember making one about the kind of coffee they’d get with @nocturnal-birb ,, dew would def get like a frap with extra whipped cream and caramel fsr,,, I think mountain would enjoy his coffee black because it’s more “earthy” i think,, I don’t remember some of the rest bc i have shit memory dhjgfdhjgf

I also remember a hc I made with birb about what if Mountain’s room floor was just covered in soil lmao,, so maybe the ghoulettes saw that mountain really liked being barefoot in the garden (this is a partial projection bc I really like being barefoot in damp soil hsjfhfjhf) so they put some garden beds in his room where he can soak his feet while he cares for his plants :)

He’d also have vertical planters I think,, total plant dad,,

The ghouls have plushies,, like a lot of them,, it started off as a cute playful joke,, where cumulus gave dew a plushie because Aether and rain had their own, and Swiss was like “none for me??” So cumulus got more,, and then they just began gifting each other plushies

Dew has the most plushies bc he says he hates them even though he will 100% snuggle up with them when it gets cold in the abbey,,

They do cuddle piles with squishmallows,, rain gets squished too,, mountain is the little spoon

I think Swiss is actually a bit insecure about his fashion sense, I imagine he enjoys fashion but he rarely talks about it unless it’s with Aether and cumulus who 100% support his fashion choices and help him pick outfits,, he likes vintage and somewhat feminine styles also,, sometimes cumulus does his eyeliner! It really builds his confidence but he tends to overthink it a lot and so usually on a bad day you’ll see him wearing solid colors or blacks,, and on good days he’ll wear flowy fabrics, nice patterns, and very sexy silhouettes!!

Aether really likes rolling up his sleeves,, that’s a fact.

I think cirrus likes pants a lot,, she’ll wear big pants, flowy pants, crazy pants, tight leather pants, Amy fun pants, she likes pants,,,

Cumulus likes fluffy clothes,, idk why, she just does,,

Sunshine really enjoys sundresses (pun not originally intended),, but she enjoys dresses with pockets… although she has to wears shorts underneath bc she will hang down from the ceiling if prompted,, or unprompted….

Swiss likes peanut butter,, dew hates it,, they both eat it straight out of the jar with a spoon… nobody knows why..

This is also a personal thought,,, but I’m at least 69% sure half the ghouls have fucked papa fjhjfghgjk (especially terzo and omega but also the ghouls and copia lmao,,)

I think as for personalities rain is a secret menace,, dew is a rage baby, Aether very much the dad friend of the group, so is cumulus,, i think cirrus is very stern but loving, sunshine,,, MENACE,, WORSE THAN DEW,, will scream into your eardrums if she thinks its funny sdfhjgh… Swiss,,, Swiss is like an idiot with a dick lmao,, absolute himbo i think,, as well as mountain, i think mountain is very chill but can be playful and even scary if he wants,,

as for sexualities I’m pretty sure most of them are some form of bi, pan, or curious,, I wouldn’t say they’re strictly a polycule but I’d say they def delve!!

I also have some comfort Swiss headcanons!! If you want those <3

There’s always too many ghoul headcanons to be able to fit all of them in one post!! But lmk if you like these and if you want more I’ll definitely write them down next time jshfhsjfgsjhf💖💖🫶