#so perhaps y'all can enjoy those! :D

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A Drakgo fanfic. Read on: AO3 | FFn

A/N: This next one-shot has a few sources of inspiration. First, the prompt from this list: 2. "If I kiss you, will you shut up?" Prompt was recommended by the legendary "Guest" on AO3 (you know who you are!) who specifically wanted French kissy-face, and the story was inspired in part by @lordwiggyton whose recent Mama Lipsky art has had my mind stirring. I'm also submitting this work to the "Hey, Sweetheart" Valentine's event run by @ficwip. It's not the conventional route perhaps, but within the rules? Pretty sure. And last but not least, it's an answer to @kim-possible-prompts's Valentine's Day prompt! (Have y'all noticed I adore answering prompts? lol.) ALSO this is the first of some birthday gifts I have for the incomparable @gothicthundra. Happy birthday, chaos queen. :) Enjoy!

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Shego sighed from her perch at the end of the bed, leaning back and re-crossing her legs as she watched Drakken pace and listened to the same worried ramblings for the third time.

"But what if she never forgives me!" he cried as he wrung his hands.

"Dr. D.... We've been through this," Shego said, glancing down to study her nails. "She's jumped across moving train cars for you. Somehow I don't think finding out you've spent the past twenty years attempting world domination is going to come as much of a shock."

"But Shego..." Drakken said, pausing in front of her.

Shego looked up and took stock of her lover's appearance. He had, at her insistence, gone for black slacks instead of his usual Dockers, a tailored cherry-red dress shirt, and a black silk tie that perfectly accented the rest of his attire. And of course, the gold medal he'd received for saving the world hung heavy over his chest.

Shego wished she were the one going out with Drakken that evening, especially considering the calendar date. But this night had been planned for quite some time.

"She's had faith in me my entire life... How can I tell her it was all for nothing?"

"Drakken—"

"I admit it's past time to tell her the truth, but I just can't bear to disappoint her!"

"Drakken—"

"And then I'll never hear the end of it!" Drakken continued, throwing his hands up and resuming his ambling around the bedroom. "Passive-aggressive cards and letters is all I'll get for Christmas now! And lumps of coal instead of home-knitted sweaters!"

Shego stood up from the bed and briskly approached him.

"Drakken—"

"All the years of silence I left between us so she wouldn't figure it out. All those lost years I could have been close to my lonely old mother. That's what her letters will say, now. Have you ever heard that woman start on a guilt trip? She's an absolute master!"

"Drew!"

This finally caused the mad scientist's jaw to snap closed. He stopped mid-stride and whirled around to face her.

"If I kiss you, will you shut up?"

"Hnn?"

Shego didn't wait for an invitation. She snaked her arms around Drakken's neck and pressed in close before he could protest, and was gratified to feel tension leave his shoulders first and his lips a moment after.

She was far gentler with the kiss than with her words, her lips sliding with soft friction against his until they parted and gave her tongue purchase. She felt his soft exhale through his nostrils against her cheek as his fingers found her waist, and she could feel his hum of satisfaction where their chests were pressed together. His tongue was gentle as it slid alongside hers in caress, and he still tasted of cinnamon from his toothpaste.

Warmth blossomed in Shego's chest at his attentive response, and for the moment the dilemma of the present was forgotten. There was only the gentle pressure of noses fitted together, the give and take as their tongues took turns parting supple lips and exploring the heat and texture of one another. Drakken's body melded hot against hers as his hands slid lower, and her fingers rose to tangle his perfectly slicked-back hair.

It was fortuitous perhaps when Drakken pulled back slightly to stroke the outline of her mouth with the tip of his tongue. It was intoxicating, but the faint distance allowed her other senses a chance to process the sound of approaching footsteps. Not in time to leave her lover's embrace, however, before they reached the doorway.

"Hey, Sweetheart— Drew Theodore P. Lipsky!"

It was Shego who moved first, putting a healthy space between them and leaving Drakken blinking and confused for a moment with his lips still parted before he had processed the voice that had spoken.

"M-Mother!" Drakken cried, darting behind Shego instinctively at the sight of his mother's judgmental expression.

"And no ring on her finger yet! For shame!"

Shego's face flushed as she was sure Drakken's was doing as well. That was a topic she definitely did not want to get into right then, and least of all with Drakken's mother who had her own agenda on the matter.

Mrs. Lipsky had opted for nicer attire for the evening as well, choosing a conservative charcoal sheath dress with a floral teal and peach floral sweater and pearls.

"Dr. D.," Shego said quickly, stepping away from the mad scientist and leaving him looking very exposed as he waved at his mother and attempted a weak smile through kiss-swollen lips. "Shouldn't you and your mother hurry to make your reservation on time?"

"Ahh...y-yes. But first," Drakken said, turning and nearly tripping over his feet as he hurried to pick up his mother's gift from the bed. "Happy Valentine's Day!"

The irritated crinkle at the older woman's eyes softened as her frown bloomed into a smile.

"Roses! And chocolate! Oh Drewbie, you shouldn't have!"

"O-Only the best for you, Mother," Drakken said as he presented the gift with a nervous smile.

"Marzipan! My favorite!" Mama Lipsky said after plopping one of the chocolates into her mouth.

"Of course! Now...Shego was right, we'd best get going," Drakken said. He began looking around for his suit coat, and then stopped short when he found Shego holding it up for him, a smirk on her face.

"Aw, she's so thoughtful Drew!" Mama Lipsky said, smiling fondly at Shego as she closed the chocolate box. "Dear, would you mind putting these in water for me until we get back?"

"Sure," Shego replied, smoothing Drakken's jacket over his shoulders.

She received the flowers from the woman a moment later, who squeezed her hand with a grateful smile before turning toward the door. Without the watchful gaze of older generation, Drakken turned worried eyes back upon Shego. All of his fears from the rambling of before were spoken in the inky blue of his irises, and Shego was tempted to give him a shove toward the door as a way of telling him to knock it off. Instead, she leaned in to let her lips graze his ear, speaking so softly she could hardly hear her own voice.

"She'll always have faith in you. Besides, you saved the world. You've accomplished more than she could have ever dreamed. Have some faith in her."

Shego felt again the release of tension from Drakken's frame as she adjusted the medal over his tie. She smirked again when he pulled away, the light of hope having returned to her lover's eyes.

"Coming, Drewbie?"

"Yes...yes, Mother," Drakken said and turned to go, confidence back in his stride.

Shego tilted her head down to smell the flowers as the two left. It was a strange new world they'd found themselves in since the invasion, but, some things would always be constants.

"Now, Drew, on the phone you'd said there was something you wanted to tell me...?"

[breezy-cheezy]

My Friends Enjoy Reminding Me of My Many WIPs: The Tag Game

Another tag game! I prommy I worked on the fics from the last tag meme/game I've just been....school hell. :/ (Same thing for Whumptober, I'm just doing at least one a week now woooo)

Anyway finishing off my latest reblog spam with responding to this! Thank you @pencilofawesomeness for tagging me! :D

- rules: share the first line (or two or more!) of every current wip you have (that you feel comfortable sharing) and tag some writer friends! feel free to add the titles of your documents if you see fit

I'll tag others up here so y'all don't have to go through the wips yourselves if you don't wanna lol: @insertsomthinawesome , @x-i-l-verify, @wandererriha, @forwantofacalling

YALL DON'T HAVE TO it's just a fun thing <333

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Whumptober 2023: Day 13, Infection (Trigun: Twin Swap AU, Zazie POV)

(in an ideal world I woulda finished this today but hhhhsdgjkfsd nope)

There is something…strange, piercing the night-moon-dark air. We lift our head, looking through the eyes of a drone to the dark sky-sands above. Normally, those sands would glint with the eyes of Monarchs passed before us, and if it were Brood Season, the expanse would be alight with the drifting eggs of yet-to-be-hatched grubs. Yet this Moon-pass...eggs much bigger than we’ve ever seen in all our many cycles are falling down down down-

Bright. Blinding. Hot.

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Whumptober 2023: Day 9, "You're a Liar" (Trigun: Stampede)

There’s an illness rolling through the orphanage- Toma-pox, they call it. Nicholas prowls the halls, gathering up the sick kids one by one. He needs to make sure all the kids are piled into one area so they can be taken care of. And q. Cuar. Ant-eened. He thinks that's how you say it.

Miss Melanie was really tired and taking a break, so Nicholas can help with this. Sisters Clara and Beth were busy making stew for everyone. He’d already been looking for Livio, what's a couple more kids?

They tell him to be careful or he might catch it too. He just huffs and rolls his eyes. He’s too strong to get sick like everyone else.

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Whumptober 2023: Day 7, "Can you hear me?" (One Piece)

They’d stopped on an island, something-something island with a name Zoro didn’t bother to remember. They’d stopped there to restock on some supplies, since according to their Cook and Doctor, they were getting pretty low. 

Which is all well and good; Luffy in particular is always excited for someplace new to explore; their Captain needed somewhere to work off his pent up energy. Normally Zoro would go with him, but he’d somehow gotten roped into pack-mule duty for the crap Cook, while Nami helped Chopper carry his purchased supplies. He's not sure why the roles can't be switched. Random fruits and vegetables weren’t that much heavier than bandages in his opinion really…

He got angrier the more he thought about it, but not for the usual reasons.

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My Mind, My Body, My Soul, Chapter 5: Father's Lament (Genshin Impact, Daemon AU)

Today was supposed to be a good day. It was supposed to be bright, filled with joy and happy memories to be made. 

In a happier world, a safer world, maybe the Ragnvindr family would have had a wonderful party, full of smiles and cake and food and love and safety and warmth. Perhaps some drinking, since Diluc would then have been of age, and the only tragedy would be the young master of Mondstadt’s wine industry discovering how much he dislikes alcohol.

A small semi-formal dance was to be had, followed by a sweet musical number performed by the youngest Gunhildr sister. Some embarrassment, but genuine awe and excitement as that would have been the first gift given on the celebration of Diluc’s birth.

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Whumptober 2023: Day 30, Borrowed clothing, bridal carry (Twisted Wonderland)

“There! The mirror!” Divus says, relief plain in his voice. Mozus Trein looks up from the mirror in his grip, towards the Dark Mirror all their students had leapt through hours before, its surface rippling with voices coming from as if underwater. 

“OH thank goodness! We won't be sued after all-” Crowley sighs, stepping forward only to be pulled back by one of Divus’s hands on his feathered shoulder. 

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Whumptober 2023: Day 23, Shadows, "Who's there?" (Honkai Star Rail)

(tip toeing around spoilers so I'm not sharing the FIRST first lines haha)

They both look over to their friend to catch him staring back at them, golden eyes wide, his fingers near his mouth. He swallows on reflex, and they can tell it's more than just saliva going down his throat.

Welt's face goes pale, and he shoves the journal to the side, which March quietly takes. Welt rushes to Orion's side, cane clicking, free hand fluttering nervously about the box. “Please tell me you did not just take one of those medicine pellets.”

Orion blinks, then looks down at the box. One small object, one pill is clearly missing.

”I uh. Can tell you I did not...not take one....“ the young trailblazer says sheepishly. Welt sucks in a breath through his teeth.

[salemwritesbaybeee]

mutual understanding

hiii everyone, i hope u r doing well! first, i wanna say thank you so much to everyone who liked my last fic! i did not expect anywhere near this much engagement so yay :))))) i'm glad you guys enjoyed it :D secondly i finally got to a point where i'm happy with this fic! yay! so here it is i hope you enjoy <3

yaoyorozu momo x gn!reader (they go into the same bathroom so just assume their school has gn bathrooms)

word count: 5.4k jeez louise

summary: you and momo are paired together for a project that you don't understand as well as she does. later, you guys party together. (sorry y'all i hate this summary i just don't know how else to summarize it)

warnings: cursing, teenage alcohol/drug comsumption, vomiting, kissing, implied sexual activity kinda?

Yaoyorozu Momo has always strived to be the best she can be. It goes without saying that this is her attitude towards her academics, demonstrated by her consistent top marks and articulate nature. It felt good to have those achievements and she was incredibly knowledgeable about a variety of things. This was in part because of her quirk, but she genuinely enjoyed reading encyclopedias and she didn’t care if it was nerdy because she loved to learn. She carried that passion with her to school every day and that is why she is staring at you with furrowed brows, trying to figure out how to help you do this project, and trying to figure out why you look so…upset? Tired? Perhaps they didn’t get enough sleep last night, she thought. 

She sat at the desk in front of you. You had gotten your tests back at the beginning of class and were going over the answers. After, Momo turned around to face you, clearly trying to bit back a smile.

“What did you get on the test, Y/n?” She asked politely.

You looked at her and paused. “A passing grade.”

“Glad to hear it.” She said, giving you a sweet smile. 

Cute, you thought. She bit her lip a bit and you realized she wanted you to ask her what she got on her test. You decided to indulge her (why not?) and asked her what her score was.

“I got 50/50 correct!” She beamed. “Thanks for asking.” She said a little softer. Cute.

Your teacher finished the review and then began to introduce a group project where you were working in pairs. Your teacher showed you the group pairings and you were paired with Momo. You both turned to look at each other and she gave you a big smile. You gave her a half-assed smile back. She immediately dove into an explanation of her view for your project, which you zoned out on about midway through. Instead, you looked at how her eyes lit up as she used her hands to explain whatever she was talking about. You observed her dark, thick lashes, her beautiful gray eyes that looked like smoky quartz, and her light pink lips. She was so pretty. You wondered if that was something she even cared about - academics seemed to dominate her life, at least, from your perspective. 

“So, what do you think?” She asked, finally done with her explanation.

You blinked. “Yeah, sounds good to me.” You were sure whatever plan Momo had would be a good idea, she would know, wouldn’t she? She gave you some things to research and you began doing just that. And that’s when the comments began. 

The first was about how you had organized your research (“I think it makes more sense if you split it up into these categories..”), the second was about how shocked she was that you didn’t know about “basic Japanese history” (you’d never heard of it), and the third was about you being on your phone because “we should take advantage of the class time given to us to work on this project” (you were checking the time, you had it out for like 2 seconds). 

And now you sat here, with Momo looking at you with confusion and slight pity which made your frown deepen slightly. You could tell the gears in her head were turning, trying to come up with her next criticism. 

You cringed ever so slightly when she opened her mouth and then she said, “You misspelled Mesopotamia.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes but then Momo said, “Are you okay?” 

You looked at her face to see if she was joking, but she wore a look of genuine concern. “I’m fine. Just because I don’t know the answer to everything and misspelled a word doesn’t mean anything’s wrong with me.” You said in a cool tone. 

Momo turned red instantly. “I-no I didn’t mean it like that! I just-um, I noticed, um, you kind of have, um, bags…” she paused, gauging your reaction before continuing, “...under your eyes. I just was wondering if you, um, if you got enough sleep.”

You gave her a wry smile. “I definitely did not get enough sleep last night.”

“Why not?”

You shrugged. “I was at a party.”

A party? Momo had never been to a party before, despite being well into her second year of high school. Despite Momo’s studious lifestyle, she desperately wanted to go to a party. The sensationalized high school parties from media had hooked her since she was young and she longed to have that experience at least once in her life. And here Momo saw the perfect opportunity to get into a high school party.

“Whose party?” She pressed.

You smirked at her persistence. “Kei’s party.”

“When’s the next party?” She asked in a tone that conveyed nonchalance, yet her face gave away her excitement.

“Why, you wanna come?” You teased, making her blush.

“Maybe.” She muttered out, looking away. “Depends on whether or not I can make it.” She said, tilting her head to the side and shrugging, still trying to play it cool.

You paused, trying to discern what her motives were, and then told her, “He’s having another one tonight actually. Do you know Kei?”

“Kei Yukiji, right? We have biology together.” She stated with a smile. She was certain she was going to this party tonight and was already planning how she would ask Kei to come, her outfit, her ride, etc.

“Yeah.” You smirked at her then the bell rang. “Well, I hope to see you there.” You said, gathering your things and heading out. 

You will, Momo thought to herself as she pulled out her phone to text Kei.

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Kei never responded to Momo. She huffed as she threw her phone on her bed and went to work on the project. She decided to thoroughly review the work you had done so far, leaving numerous comments and suggestions. She smiled when she was done, feeling productive. 

The next day at school she sauntered into your class she was excited to further discuss edits for your project. She walked with a bounce in her step and she sat down rather abruptly, causing you to look up from your seat. 

“Hello, y/n!” She greeted you cheerfully.

“Hi, Momo.” You said, offering her a small smile.

“I made some edits and left some comments on the work you did yesterday, have you had a chance to look at them yet?” She asked, eager to discuss the intricacies of ancient history.

“No. I can look at them now.” You told her, opening your laptop.

She nodded and got out her own materials, beginning to do her own work.

You made your way through her edits and suggestions. Some you accepted, some were a bit hypocritical so you ignored them. She was very thorough with her suggestions but you didn’t mind too much. They were just that, suggestions. 

You both continued to do your work in peace. When you finished your write-up, Momo said she could review it. You nodded in response and began working on something else. 

“I think it would be better for you to talk about the government first, or at least before talking about their systems of trade because I think that would be a better way to introduce the class system and the various jobs people had.” Momo began. She continued to tell you how she thought you should reorganize your writing, without pausing to ask for your input. 

You knew she was the smartest kid in your class, she was probably the smartest kid in your year. She knew all the answers, turned in the best, neatest, work, and went above and beyond to ensure her academic success. You knew her teachers all adored her and that any work she turned in was perfect in their eyes. You knew that however she was telling you to organize your work was probably better than what you had originally done and you knew that she was trying to be helpful. 

But you weren’t the smartest kid in your class. You didn’t know all the answers, you didn’t go above and beyond in your work. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be an outstanding student, of course, you did. It just wasn’t that easy for you to turn in outstanding work and understand everything your teachers were trying to tell you. And seeing how easily Momo could succeed made you feel insecure. It felt condescending, really, her telling you to reorganize everything you had done like it wasn’t good enough. Like she thought she was better than you. (You knew deep down, of course, that she didn’t think that, but that’s still how you felt).

“Momo.” You interrupted her. 

“Hm?” She looked up from her computer screen.

“I clearly don’t have the grasp on this concept that you do, but I don’t need you telling me how to do my work. You can make your little suggestions, but you don’t need to redo everything I did.” You said to her, the bite in your words more intense than you intended it to be. 

Momo’s mouth opens slightly, her eyes wide and her face red as a tomato. Your eyes widen too, both of you a bit taken aback by what you just said.

“I-I’m sorry-that’s-that’s not what I meant to do at all-” she stuttered out, very embarrassed. She turns away from your desk for a second, then turns her body back towards you, although her face is looking down at her hands in her lap. “I’ll just, um, make suggestions from my computer.” She says, looking up at you for a second, then quickly looking back down again. “Sorry.”

And then she turns back to her desk, back to you, and begins to make edits. But as she begins to type a comment, she can’t even focus on what she’s writing. Then her vision blurs and she realizes she’s about to start crying. She is not about to cry in class because you told her to make fewer edits on your work, absolutely not, she can’t let that happen. Her hand shoots up.

“May I use the restroom?” She asks, doing everything in her power to make sure her voice doesn’t crack. She seems to succeed as your teacher simply nods at her and she bolts to the bathroom. 

The second she leaves the classroom she can already feel the tears beginning to fall. Dammit, dammit, dammit, she thinks to herself as she speed-walks to the bathroom. Once in the safety of the stall that’s furthest from the door, she leans against the door and cries quietly. She feels so stupid, why is she even crying? She feels awful, she never meant to make you feel like she knew more about the project than you and she definitely didn’t want you to feel like you had to redo your work at all - she thought your work was good, actually, just that certain sentences and paragraphs went together better than how you had originally written it. She feels awful because she thought she was better than that, that she had more self-awareness and that she wouldn’t let herself be condescending towards her peers - it had happened before in elementary school, and she felt horrible when she realized that while she had been trying to help her classmates, she had actually just been making them feel stupid and belittled. She vowed then to never make anyone feel that way again, but dammit she did it again! Why couldn’t she just keep her big mouth shut and let you do your own thing?

She moves to the toilet and sits down, leaning forward to put her face in her hands as she continues to cry quietly, consumed by her thoughts. She doesn’t hear the door open, nor does she hear you walk in. 

But you can hear her quietly sobbing, and you curse under your breath because you heard her voice break when she asked to go to the bathroom. Fuck, you thought, I made her cry. 

“Momo?” You ask softly.

Momo’s head shoots up at your voice. Why were you here?

You don’t wait for an answer. “I’m so sorry about what I said, that was rude and mean and I know that you were just trying to be helpful and you didn’t deserve that. I just-” you pause and let out a short, breathy laugh. “You seem so knowledgeable about this stuff and you’re obviously very intelligent and a good writer and I’m not. And it just…it’s hard to not feel like you’re way above me and looking down on me, I guess, even though I know that that’s not how you feel-”

The door to Momo’s stall suddenly opened, stopping your speech, and she stood there, eyes red, glossy, and slightly puffy. Her cheeks and nose were bright red and she sniffled slightly as she offered you a small smile. You instantly felt a pang in your heart at the upset you had caused her.

“Thank you for saying that.” She said to you, wiping her cheek with the back of her hand and sniffling again. You felt strongly compelled to hug Momo, so you wrapped your arms tightly around her shoulders. Momo stiffened slightly at first, not expecting you to hug her, but then hugged you back. She smelled like jasmine and orange blossoms, a pleasant surprise that caught you off guard, making you blush slightly, but thankfully she couldn’t tell. 

“I’m so sorry I made you cry, Momo.” You told her. 

“It’s okay.” She said, lightly patting your back. You smiled at that and released her. She took a deep breath.

“I’m glad that you said that because I really don’t want to be condescending or to make you feel belittled, that’s the last thing I want to do and I-it makes me feel horrible to think that I made you feel that.” She paused and took another shuddery deep breath.

You offered her a kind smile. “I know you mean well.” You told her, then paused. “I think it was a bit overwhelming to hear all of your critiques at once.”

Momo nodded aggressively. “Okay, thank you. I’ll try to be more mindful of that.”

“I’ll be kinder and calmer if I do have any more issues with your critiques.” You told her, nodding once.

You both smiled at each other for a bit, both relieved to not have upset the other and to be reassured that you were on good terms. 

“Did Kei respond to you about the party?” You asked.

Momo frowned and pulled out her phone. Then her face brightened. “Oh! He did!” Momo opened her phone to read Kei’s text.

kei yukiji: hey yaoyorozu! i’m having a party this friday at 7 and you’re totally welcome to come! you can bring a friend too if you’d like :)

sent 12:34pm

Momo couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. Finally, she was going to a party. She was ecstatic. 

She looked adorable, you thought. “I take it you’re coming on Friday then?” You asked, smiling at how excited she was.

“Yes!” She nodded. She clenched her fists and let out a little squeal. Oh my god, she’s so cute, you thought to yourself, blushing lightly and laughing with her. Momo let out a little laugh before taking a deep breath to calm down. 

“Should we head back to class?” You asked. Momo paused and looked in the mirror. She frowned, the evidence of her crying was still present on her face. 

You knew what she was thinking. “Splash some water on your face,” you offered.

She turned on the sink and let the water pool in her hands. She splashed her face a couple of times and you grabbed some paper towels for her. 

“Thanks,” she said with a smile as she took the paper towels from you.

“You’re very welcome.” You said, matching her smile.

Momo dabbed at her face and stared at herself in the mirror for a bit, watching the redness slowly fade. When she felt ready she turned to you and nodded.

“Thanks for waiting for me.” She said with a grin.

“No problem.” You said, “it’s not like I want to go back to class anyway.” She laughed at that.

You started walking back to class when Momo paused. “Y/n?” 

You turned back to look at her. “Yeah?”

“You do have a good understanding of what we’re working on and I think you are a good writer. Everything you wrote for the project was good, aside from maybe some grammar things, but you are smart.” She told you with a very serious look. 

You blushed, a bit taken aback. “I-” you let out a short, breathy laugh, “Thank you, Momo. That’s very kind of you to say.” You offered her a small smile.

“It’s the truth.” She said, smiling back at you.

You didn’t know what to say to that, so you just smiled at her, a smile that said thank you. “Shall we?” You asked, nodding towards your classroom. She nodded and you went back to class.

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Yaoyorozu stood in front of her full-length mirror beaming. She had chosen a deep turquoise lacy top and matched it with a nice pair of brown corduroy pants and a brown flannel. She decided to wear her hair down (which Mina had told her to do) and put on some jewelry. She was very anxious on the way to Mina’s, constantly fiddling with her fingers and hair. When she arrived, Mina dragged her inside, sat her down, and did her makeup.

When they were done, they headed to Kei’s.

“Are you excited?!” Mina asked in the car, giggling and grabbing Momo’s hand.

Momo nodded, “but I’m feeling a little nervous.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I guess ‘cause it’ll be a lot of people and stuff and it might just be overwhelming .” She responded, looking out the window at the houses they were passing. 

“Well I think it’s mostly people from school so you should know them and if it’s too overwhelming you can wait in the bathroom and call me!” Mina said matter-of-factly.

Momo laughed. “Thanks, Mina. I’m mostly excited.”

“Good!”

You were at Kei’s, standing in with your usual group of party people. You had done shots and were now having hard seltzer, joking and talking with your friends all throughout, but you kept glancing at the door to see if Momo had arrived. You hoped you weren’t being too obvious, you couldn’t help but be excited to see Yaoyorozu. What will she wear? Would she do something different with her hair? You could imagine how beautiful she’d look with her long dark hair framing her face. You imagined all the different outfits she might wear while you chatted with your friends.

“Hey y/n?” Kei asked, tapping you on the shoulder. “Wanna help us set up for Rage Cage?”

“Of course.” You responded, turning to follow Kei to his dining table. 

As you walked inside, the door opened and Momo and her pink friend (whose name you didn’t know) walked in. She beamed at you and Kei, exchanging hugs and greetings. Momo looked gorgeous (obviously) and she had worn her hair down which framed her face beautifully and you felt lucky to be able to see her look like that. Her outfit was fairly modest but it accentuated her body nicely. You bit your lip, slightly taken aback by her beauty. 

“It’s good to see you.” You told Momo with a smile.

“You too!” She paused to smile at you. “This is my friend Mina! Mina, this is y/n, we did our history project together!”

“Nice to meet you, Mina.” You said.

“Likewise.” She responded.

“We’re about to set up a game of Rage Cage, do you guys wanna play?” You asked them.

“Absolutely!” Mina squealed. “Yaomomo, you’ll love Rage Cage, it’s super fun.”

Momo gave you an almost expectant look, which was incredibly cute and you realized she was hoping you would explain the words to her so you did. You filled and placed the cups, announced to everyone that the game was starting, then took your places around the table. Yaomomo stands to your left and you can smell her perfume despite the sweaty teens, alcohol, and weed. 

The game starts and everyone becomes engrossed in bouncing the balls into the cups. When it was Momo’s turn she felt a rush of anxiety and excitement trying to get the ball into the cup. On her third try, it went in and she fist-pumped, cheering as she passed the cup. 

“Nice!” You said, high-fiving her. 

“Thanks!” She giggled.

The game went on and Momo and you had to take a few drinks. Towards the end of the game, there were only a few cups left in the center. When it was Momo’s turn, only the bitch cup remained in the center. 

“You can do it, Yaomomo!” You cheered from her right.

“Go, Yaomomo, go!” Mina cheered from her left. 

She shot once, twice, three times, and missed each time. You both yelped each time the ball began to roll away and you scrambled to get the ball to her when she dropped it. 

The other cup was slowly making its way toward Momo, and if it passed her she would have to drink the bitch cup. She took a short deep breath and focused on her bounce. You watched with anticipation as the ball hit the edge of the cup and then bounced in. 

Momo and you turned to face each other, cheering, and Momo suddenly leaped into your arms, squeezing you in a bear hug. You paused at first, slightly shocked, then quickly hugged her back. She was warm and smelled like jasmine and you silently thanked the dim and crowded party atmosphere for hiding your flushed cheeks. 

Momo released you and you turned your attention back to the game. Momo was filled with adrenaline from playing a drinking game (an essential component of high school parties that she had dreamed of) and slightly buzzed from the drinks she had. She was exhilarated after the stressful game. 

“Hey, wanna do shots?” Mina asked, grabbing her hand. 

“Yes!” Momo responded with a big grin.  

After three shots Mina handed Momo a drink and pulled her over to where people were dancing. She felt warm and loose and she and Mina kept giggling while they were dancing. Momo felt elated and she lost herself in the moment. At some point during their dancing, Mina grabbed Momo’s shoulder and whisper-yelled in her ear. 

“Look at that guy behind me! He’s so hot!” 

Momo scanned until her eyes fell on a boy with red and white hair.

“Yeah, he’s cute. Are you gonna go talk to him?” She asked.

“Yeah, let’s dance our way over there!” Mina exclaimed.

So they gradually pushed their way over to the boy until Mina was looking him directly in the eye. She gave Momo’s hand a squeeze and then yelled “I like your hair!” To the boy. 

Momo continued dancing as she watched them flirt out of the corner of her eye. She rolled her eyes, suddenly feeling self-conscious because her one friend had left her to talk to some boy.. 

Meanwhile, you had been drinking and talking with your friends, who eventually decided they also wanted to dance. As you made your way to the dance floor, your eyes found Mina’s pink hair easily in the crowd, but you didn’t see Momo next to her. Frowning slightly, you scanned the crowd for her, eyes landing on her slightly to the side of where Mina was. She looked a little bit somber, and you wondered why. You watched as she danced, slowly pushing her way through the crowd, probably attempting to escape the gaggle of kids dancing. As she reached the edge of the crowd she caught your eye and smiled, and you smiled back. You both began to approach one another but right before Momo reached you she rolled her ankle slightly and fell right into you.

Her drink spilled all over you and you attempted to catch her. You were able to grab under one of her arms so she didn’t hit the ground too hard. 

“Oh my god, y/n, I’m so sorry, I totally ruined your shirt!” Momo exclaimed, completely embarrassed.

“It’s totally fine, Yaomomo, don’t even worry about it.” You reassured her, helping her stand back up. “Are you okay?”

She nodded aggressively, looked you directly in the eye, and asked, “Would you accompany me to the bathroom?”

“Of course.” You told her. She smiled and grabbed your hand, guiding you both to the bathroom. Her hand was soft and warm and her fingers are long and wrapped tightly around your hand. She has purple nail polish on. You thought about how nice it would feel if she cupped your face with her pretty hands. You wanted her to drag her thumb across your bottom lip. You wondered what her fingers would taste like. 

You reach the bathroom and shake yourself from your thoughts. Based on the party atmosphere, they’d probably taste like sweat and alcohol. Ew… You probably wouldn’t mind the taste if it was her fingers.

Momo pulls you into the bathroom and you turn to shut the door behind you. Momo seats herself on the edge of the bathtub while you walk up to the sink and inspect the stain on your shirt in the mirror. You frown, the stain was basically centered on the front of your shirt. You would have to take it off to wash it. You turn back to tell Momo, who quickly looks at the ground when you face her. Weird.

“Um, I’m gonna take my shirt off to wash it.” You told her.

“Ok, do you want any help?” She asked.

You smiled. “No, that’s okay. I’ll let you know if I do.”

She smiled and nodded, resting her head in her hands. She watched as you turned back to the mirror, and held her breath as she watched you pull your shirt over your head. She could feel her cheeks getting red and hoped she could blame the alcohol. She was definitely drunk. Her head was spinning, and she couldn’t help but slightly rock from side to side; if she didn’t she was sure she would fall asleep. Or vomit. Or both. Plus, it felt fun to sway, she could feel the alcohol moving in her body when she did. Her gaze was locked on you as you scrubbed your shirt in the sink. Were you always this beautiful? She knew you were pretty, sure, but she never put much thought into it. But watching you now, she felt dumbstruck by how simply beautiful you were. Just standing there, washing your shirt, you looked so effortlessly beautiful, so…

“...perfect,” Momo mumbled. Fuck, did she say that out loud?

“Huh?” You said, turning around to look at her.

Momo’s face was bright red, she could feel it. “No-nothing.” She said, trying to give you a convincing smile. She averted her eyes to the ground. She could feel her heart beating faster as self-conscious thoughts swarmed her mind. Why was she staring at you? Why did she let herself get caught? She stared at her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She could feel her stomach churning uncomfortably. 

You noticed she was staring. Was she uncomfortable with you being shirtless? As you turned back to ask her, Momo slipped off the tub and was kneeling in front of the toilet. Oh god. You hurried over behind her, throwing the toilet seat up and sweeping her hair into your hands right as Momo began to vomit. 

“It’s okay, you’re okay…” you cooed, attempting to soothe Momo. You ran your hand over her hair until she stopped heaving.

“Ugh…” Momo groaned as she slumped back and leaned against the bath. You let go of her hair and went to grab a towel for her to wipe her face. 

“How do you feel?” You asked as you handed her the towel and sat down next to her. 

“Crappy.” She responded, lightly snorting. She took the towel from you and slowly dabbed her face. Her cheeks were very red, she was certain of it. Her mother would highly disapprove of her behavior. How could she let herself drink so much? If there was one thing Momo had mastered, it was self-control, due to years of discipline from her family, but tonight Momo felt like almost everything was out of control. She glanced over at you, still shirtless, and she felt her cheeks heat up even more. Dammit! She put her head between her knees to hide the redness. Why was this happening? It’s not like she’d never seen a naked person before. 

You were watching, concerned that Momo’s stomach was still upset and she would need to throw up again. 

“Are you gonna throw up again?” You asked, putting a hand on her back to soothe her. She jumped at your touch, which surprised both of you, and you retracted your hand. You locked eyes with a very clearly embarrassed Momo, and that’s when you realized what was going on. 

Momo barely heard the small ‘oh’ that escaped your lips over the pounding of her heart. She shook her head and you smiled at her.

“Good.” You said. 

“Thank you.” She said, averting her eyes to the floor.

“Of course, I don’t want you to be sick.” You responded matter-of-factly.

“Sorry for spilling alcohol on you.” She continued, still not looking at you. 

“You already said sorry.” You paused, waiting for her to look at you. She didn’t. “You don’t need to apologize again.”

She smiled, finally meeting your eyes again. God, you looked beautiful. She couldn’t stop herself from imagining what it would be like to kiss you right now. Your lips looked plump, soft, perfect. She wanted to feel them on her lips, her face, her neck. 

“Yaomomo?” You asked. She was staring at you again. You smirked as she blushed and looked away. “I know it’s hard to not get caught up in my amazingly good looks.” You joked. 

Momo blushed harder. “W-what? I wasn’t -”

You laughed at her reaction. “You’re so cute.” You told her with a smile. 

“I didn’t mean to stare, I’m sorry-”

“Oh my god, stop apologizing, obviously I don’t mind!” You interrupted her. Does she not realize how beautiful she is? You had no qualms with her looking at you.

“...you don't?” She asked, meeting your eyes.

“Well, not from a beautiful girl like you.” You said with a smirk, reaching out your hand to lightly touch her cheek. Momo’s eyes shifted to the side, registering your touch, before looking back at you. 

Momo didn’t know what to say. Was this really happening? She looked down at your lips and leaned into your hand. Then she looked back at you. Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that you seemed so comfortable telling her you were attracted to her, but she felt the need to be kissed. And yet, you still weren’t kissing her. You were just sitting there, staring at each other, waiting. 

Frustrated, she asked, “Are you gonna kiss me?”

You laughed. “If that’s okay with you?” You asked with a smirk. 

“Yes.”

And then you kissed her. She tasted like alcohol and bile but you didn’t care. Her lips were soft and plump and they fit perfectly with yours as you kissed her again and again and again. Her hands landed on your shoulders and yours fell to her waist as you pulled her towards you. She pulled away momentarily to straddle your lap before sitting down and resuming your make-out session. Your hands roamed her body and hers hesitantly began to do the same. The high of having her like you back felt glorious.

Suddenly there were a series of loud knocks on the door.

“Are you done in there? I need to pee!” A loud feminine voice called from the other side. 

You and Momo paused and looked at each other. She couldn't help but start giggling. She felt so giddy. You joined her. You were both very very happy. After her laughter subsided, Yaomomo stood up and helped you back up. She watched as you put your shirt back on and you grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door. The girl waiting to pee gave you guys a look that neither of you registered.

“Let’s go find a closet or something.” You told her. She giggled and nodded and you wandered off in search of a place to continue your activities. 

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<3 i hope you all enjoyed! xoxo

[papaver-decervicatus]

The State of Cat/Mouse/Den...

So... there's some stuff I wanna talk about as it related to Cat/Mouse/Den and where the story can go from here.

Nothing bad, I promise! (well, kinda sorta, you may not like the ending of this one...)

Basically, I have come to a fork in the road. Much of the story is completed in the strictest sense of the word but... I find that, unsatisfying? Almost, because I am enjoying myself writing it so much! The entire story started as exclusively what is now the last chapter but spiraled out of control. I was working on what has gotten posted for 2+ months before I started uploading, which is why what is written is so extensive in a lot of ways. If I continue writing the story, updates will be significantly less frequent and chapters will be shorter/etc.

But I do not want to stop. I am genuinely enjoying the story, I am loving the community, I am loving having a creative outlet, I am loving even the little formatting stuff I get to do for this silly little story of mine. I just, don't know what else to write.

C/M/D is mostly vignette based, there's points and nods to chronology (mouse gives her whetstone to konig, he has it in the subsequent chapters) but there's no major 'plot' so to speak. So, in theory, I could keep writing these vignettes! But, what do I write?

I think that's where community comes in. I have talked with other writers in this space to sort of decide what to do next and I have a couple ideas. I want to know what y'all think of the story, what was done well, what feels hollow. I already added a flashback section @bucca2 comment because in my own head I knew how it went, but I realized I had never written it out. I am not saying I'll write everything people suggest (I cannot write suggestions, if my hearts not in it I am not publishing it,) but I want some ideas from y'all!

So, what will become of Cat/Mouse/Den? I want theories, thoughts, suggestions, whatever! Asks are preferable, because I cannot directly respond to comments.

Okay! Now that that is out of the way, here is your reward for listening to me! Teaser beneath. (Warning, angst! this is the aforementioned "thing you may not like")

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this, meine majestät.” The cruel Angel hums, voice like forbidden fruit any man could be forgiven for falling for. 

“Maus?” He calls out, desperate and confused and ready to shatter. 

“Quiet as a.” She calls back, composed as if entrenched in amber and equally as unmoved by his predicament. 

He’s always wanted to get his teeth around her pretty neck. He’s always desired to have his hands around her waist. He’s always hoped to be able to pound down into her quaking form. He’s been desperate to have her underneath him since their very first chance encounter. These feelings have been constant since he heard her beautiful voice, but suddenly they’re not the same. 

Now he wants all those things, but instead of their motivation being love, it is bloodlust. 

And intense bloodlust at that. 

He’s never wanted to kill a woman, he finds it despicable that women more or less get turned into cattle during war. He’s sure that Freud would have something to say about his neurotic insistence on not harming the fairer sex even with his typical caliber of violence, but he’s never once cared to self-examine that. His entire military career, in fact, was dedicated to saving women and children from the horrors of a very male, very sexual world. Insertions specialist, yes, but specifically for human trafficking situations. 

Looking into his wartime paramour's eyes, the intensity of hellfire overcomes him. His entire world crashes around him. He’s breathing in debris and dust as comes to the terrible conclusion that this entire time, it’s been her that has been perpetuating the injustice he so hates. That it’s been the thing he’s romanticized that’s been the fall of Rome. That it’s his savior that’s really been the perpetrator all along. 

Perhaps the devil was once an angel, but to see his Angel for the demon she is? It breaks his heart into gory chunks of splintered bitterness and hacked arteries where once love pumped. 

Never in his life has he ever wanted to kill a woman, never in his life he had loved a woman so completely either. 

Those two ‘never’s die loudly and crudely in his chest as he recounts how to kill her most painfully in his own mind. 

For her now obvious position perpetuating his most loathed evil? For tricking him into loving her? For both and neither? He doesn’t know. He’s about two seconds away from frothing at the mouth like a rabid animal that’ll break its bones escaping a trap. He’s got nothing in his brain, just white-hot anger from the tips of his combat boots to the tips of his ears. 

Not even the outfit, or more appropriately the lack thereof, that she’s wearing can dissuade his anger. In any other circumstance, to see her in a black draped silk dress with hip-high slits on both sides and a full set of harness garters holding up sheer pantyhose would make him go feral. It would make him kneel, it would give him all the power to break out of these bindings on his own with no help and slam her down into the metal floor and have her right here. He has the desire to do all these things right now, but for all the wrong reasons. 

She’s taking something out from beneath her left breast as he recounts every thought he’s ever had about her and how foolish they’ve all been. He thinks that the only consolation he may ever receive for this betrayal is if he can crush her windpipe in between his teeth.

That's all for now folks! Hope you liked it :)

Cura ut veleas~ Caedis

[valleynix]

Idc what's in character and what's not as long as I get my rare soft Bela/Cass moments when they love each other not only from afar asdfgh

THE FACT THAT YOU WERE THINKING IF IT'S OK TO ADD THOSE KISSES FROM DANI IS TERRIFYING WHAT KIND OF FAMILY THOSE PEOPLE HAVE THAT THEY WOULD THINK OF IT AS ANYTHING BUT PLATONIC OH MY GOD

Are they supposed to stay 6ft away from each other all the time or what 😭

I think Lunatic/Reader portray nicely that monsters are made.

And I really like that Lunatic isn't the way they are just because but there's so much depth to it.

If the planned thing with Red is about them getting ripped to pieces then sure I am going to enjoy it.

And virginity may have a few interpretations.

But I don't see how any of it would actually affect the blood's taste, because there's simply no way losing it has such an impact unless there's some supernatural witchy explanation to it. (I also heard "virgin blood" is the one never used in rituals before, but again it's not sth that would logicaly explain the difference in taste)

I could see Alcina liking her victims being virgins because of her hate for men and a virgin is often interpreted as a woman who never had sex with a man. But the taste wouldn't be a main thing then.

That's why I wonder how it works in this universe.

now i'm thinking of a scenario where their roles are reversed and Bela starts being super annoying to Cass for no reason, just because it's funny to her LMAOOO

Y'ALL ALREADY KNOW HOW WEIRD MFS BE IN THIS FANDOM, I TALK ABT IT ALL THE TIME (or i used to). the sibling shippers make me want to actually vomit and it makes me afraid to show them being like physically affectionate with each other because people might take it the wrong way </3

even Miranda isn't a massive cunt just because she can be 😭 she's genuinely lost so much in TPtM's universe and has had to witness her daughter dying over and over and over, and that mixed with the influence of the megamycete is sure to make anyone go a little crazy

villains being evil just because they can be is so funny, but i like writing them having reasons for why they act the way they do </3 i don't think i could forgive Miranda for all of this, but at least Lunatic is actually showing change

(meanwhile Red is just a massive dick because they can be LMAO)

well, about that- (i don't want to spoil it but i GUARANTEE you'll like it >:3)

Cas actually messaged me about the virgin thing, and in their words:

"[...] it's about the concept of virgins and how the word can mean many things but ppl usually associate it with sex. but like it could be someone that never has done damned things that could taint their "soul" like do something cultish. so ig the Dimitrescu are tasting the purity of people's blood. and it could also mean they prefer blood that hasn't been tainted with the cadou/mold (well lady d mainly i think)

we did think that people who are "virgins" (or maidens, whichever) taste different, perhaps stronger because of the blood purity, and Cas suggested maybe like a pastry or a meat dish? something that would entice the person drinking the blood into getting more and more of it until their victim is dry

in the case of TPtM's universe, since Red is a smuggler for the Dimitrescus and brings in maidens for them, i guess it could actually be assumed they're bringing in outsiders that haven't been tainted by the mold or any other experimentation. that would explain why the girls don't become feral after drinking Reader's blood, and they wouldn't expect to since they already know they're an experiment in some capacity. with Bela being the only one that knows right now, and seeing how there aren't any other moldy experiments they could drink the blood of to know how they taste, i don't think Cass/Dani would really make the connection

basically, i guess sex doesn't really matter in this case, as the "virginity" refers more to the fact the person (specifically, woman) is "pure" and is not an experiment, rather just some human. i dunno how blood would taste to the Dimis, but i assume they have better sense for making distinctions between flavors, since they can distinguish scents, too

(if that makes sense skdjfh)

i'll probably have to look it up just to be sure how it's interpreted with usual vampires, but for the moment, we'll go with that explanation :D

[dalmascan-requiem]

Drabbles: Tomestone

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Kris gets a tomestone. It was not a good idea.

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Read on AO3 or keep reading after the jump

content warnings: mention of nudity

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Sometimes I have some fic ideas that I want to explore, but it doesn't really fit in anywhere. Or I just want to write something silly without worrying about canon. So this is what Drabbles are for :D I suppose these would be the types of fics people would just write and keep for themselves, but I share everything I make, so y'all are stuck with it. :)

Anyway, enjoy this fic idea that's been stewing in my head for a while--someone giving Kris a tomestone and the terrible consequences that come from it. Of course it's Laurent that has to deal with said consequences, though. It's not a normal, peaceful day if his partner isn't bullying him :)

"...Eir."

"...Yes, Reyna?"

"I will never--" "Come now, it's not that serious--" "--never let you touch--" "--gods you're being so dramatic--" "--a godsdamn tomestone again."

"...Hmph. You should be flattered, not angry."

"Flattered? You're lucky I don't strangle you--"

~~~

"Here."

Kris stares at the strange hunk of metal Laurent just placed in his hand. "What is this?" He turns the object over in his hands a few times. "It looks… Allegan. What use is this to me?"

"It's a tomestone, Kris. You can use it to communicate with others, no matter where you may be." Laurent glances over at the other Viera, who was still staring blankly at the tomestone. "Tataru wanted each of us to have one."

"What about the linkpearls? Is Tataru tracking us with these… tomestones?"

"Probably." Laurent taps at his tomestone's screen a few times before continuing. "But these can be helpful in ways beyond what a linkpearl can do." 

He turns his tomestone's screen to Kris, showing him a picture of the Rising Stones. "See? You can take a picture and send it to the other Scions… or even to strangers, should you need to. The pictures can explain things in ways words cannot."

"Oh." Kris looks at Laurent's screen a bit longer, unconvinced, before sighing. "I suppose if I don't use it Tataru will be upset. I would rather not have that…" He returns his attention to the tomestone in his hand.

"Yes, it would be best not to upset her." Laurent watches Kris tap on the screen of his tomestone a few times, but slowly becomes concerned when the taps become more aggressive.

"This one is broken."

"My love…" Laurent pauses for a moment, unsure of how to respond. "You… need to turn it on."

"What do you mean?"

Laurent lets out a small huff before touching a button at the top of the tomestone. "It's off, the button to turn it on is at the top."

"Oh." Kris stares down at the tomestone as it lights up, brows knitted. The Viera once again resumes tapping on the screen (though less angrily this time), and Laurent lets out a small chuckle.

"I'll leave you to it, then."

~~~

"I should have known you would cause problems the moment you couldn't turn the godsdamned thing on."

"You wound me, Reyna. I would never once consider causing problems. Do you not like the pictures?"

"...It's not that I don't like them--" "--see? Then there's no problem--" "--that is not the point, Eir!"

"It's fine, the pictures weren't up for long. I bet no one saw them, anyway."

"It doesn't matter! Eir, you can't just upload those things for everyone to find--"

~~~

"Ah, Laurent, there you are."

The dark-haired Viera doesn't turn around from his task of sorting the supplies. "Here I am, Kris. What do you need?"

"It's the tomestone…"

Laurent bites back a retort--there seemed to always be some problem or another with Kris's tomestone, and dealing with it has become irksome. "Perhaps G'raha can help, he is the Allegan expert, after all."

"I asked, but he said that you would be… the 'most uniquely equipped to handle it'."

"Oh, did he…" Laurent turns to Kris while making a mental note to speak to G'raha about what 'uniquely equipped' means. "What's wrong with it?"

"Look." Kris turns his tomestone screen to Laurent, showing him a blurry photo of a stray cat. "I've been trying to take pictures, but they all come out like this." He swipes at the screen, revealing more blurry photos of the same cat.

"W-why…" Laurent covers his hand with his mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to stifle a laugh. "Kris, why are you taking pictures of the cats outside?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He frowns at Laurent and crosses his arms, upset at his partner's remark. "They're cute, it's nice to have the pictures." Kris once again points to the blurry photo. "...If they weren't so blurry."

"I see." Laurent continues to chuckle, though stops when Kris gives him an angry glare. "The cat isn't moving, so you're moving the tomestone before the camera has a chance to take the picture. You need to hold it in place for a moment."

Laurent takes Kris's tomestone and holds it up for a moment, keeping the device still. "Here, see?" He returns the tomestone to Kris, now with a picture of the lighter-haired Viera frowning on the screen.

"Oh. I suppose this picture is clear." Kris looks back up at Laurent, an amused glint in his eyes. "Can I take pictures of you, as well?"

"...I suppose? I don't know why you would, but if it will make you happy… Just don't share them."

"Ah, Laurent, that reminds me, how do I send a message to--"

Laurent abruptly turns back to the supplies. "I'm sorry, my love, I'm busy right now. Perhaps Tataru can help?"

~~~

"Honestly, Reyna, your reaction is endearing."

"Endearing? Eir, I'm furious--"

"It was an accident Reyna, and I'm sorry for that. But really, why wouldn't I want to show you off to everyone? You're just so beautiful and I'm so happy you're my partner. I love you, Reyna!"

"...Oh, I… I love you too Eir…"

"See? All water under the bridge."

"...Wait, that's not--" "--shush, come here--" "--Eir, I'm mad at you, stop kissing me--"

~~~

"Are you still using that thing?"

Laurent peeks out from under the towel he was using to dry his hair to look at Kris, whom he notes looks a little too pleased to be poking at the tomestone.

"Mmm." Kris gives a non-commital hum, clearly not paying attention with his eyes still glued to the device.

The fuchsia-eyed Viera waits a moment more, then lets out a huff as he tosses the towel aside and begins to get dressed.

Laurent (and the other Scions) had hoped that Kris would give up using the tomestone after a few weeks--that or his incredible ability to break any technological relic he touches would render the tomestone useless. This, unfortunately, was not the case, though at least the endless questions had slowed to once every few days, instead.

Eventually, Kris looks up from the tomestone to look at the other Viera, a bemused look clear on his face. "I am sorry, my love, what were you saying?"

Laurent frowns, worried that something was up, and that something would be a headache for him, but he didn't know what. "I'm surprised you're still using the tomestone. What has you so engrossed with it?"

"Oh! Well…" Kris gives Laurent a wide smile, and the other Viera returns it by deepening his frown. "I was simply admiring some of the pictures I just took."

"Just took?" Laurent's eyes narrow--they hadn't yet left the room for the day. "Yes. I must say, Reyna, you're very photogenic."

"I… am photogenic?"

"I took some photos of you when you weren't looking." Kris flashes a mischievous smirk, and he flips the tomestone around to show Laurent the pictures.

"...Godsdammit, Eir…" Laurent pinches the bridge of his nose, which also conveniently helps cover the blush quickly spreading across his cheeks. "You can't just take pictures of me--"

"You said I could, Reyna!" Kris crosses his arms and pouts dramatically, which simply causes Laurent to sigh.

"Yes, I did, but it was under the assumption that I would know you're taking a picture. And that I would have clothing on."

"Where's the fun in that?" Kris chuckles, but cuts it off with a cough when his partner glares back at him, unamused. "Do not worry, my dearest. I am making sure to keep them safe! Not another soul will see these."

"Well… if you are certain…"

"I am! Tataru told me--"

Laurent curses under his breath--he knew this wasn't going to end well.

"--that should I need to keep important pictures safe, that I should put them into this program called 'Lodestone', and that the pictures would be 'uploaded' so that I'd have a backup!"

Kris gives Laurent a warm, genuine grin. "Your pictures are safe with me."

Laurent doesn't respond, damp hair draped over his face as he stares down at his crossed arms. As the silence stretches on, Kris's smile falters. "Reyna?"

"Eir." The dark-haired Viera's voice is quiet, but laced with vitriol. "Give me the tomestone."

"But the pictures are--"

"NOW." Laurent lunges towards Kris with startling quickness, causing him to instinctively step back.

"H-hey, hold on--"

Laurent grabs Kris's wrist. "That is a godsdamned site--" he exclaims while pinning the other Viera against the wall, "--where you share stuff for everyone to see!" After a bit of effort, Laurent manages to wrestle the tomestone from Kris's hand, and begins tapping furiously on it.

Kris looks confusedly at Laurent, before lightly chuckling and giving a half-hearted smirk. "I would have taken the pictures sooner if I'd known--"

"Don't continue that."

The bluntness in Laurent's voice urges Kris to silence, and for a while, the only noise in the room is an angry tapping on the tomestone. After a while, Laurent takes a step back, sighs, and simply looks at the tomestone, which now appears to be off.

"...Eir."

"...Yes, Reyna?"

[veilder]

When you think back, do you remember what made you ship Convin in the first place? And can you tell me a bit more about the relationship you headcanon for them? (@connor-sent-by-cyberlife)

Gosh, okay, this is such a loaded question for me, lol! Because I love them so much. It’s gonna be hard to try and distill that into one post. But I’ll try my best! XD

So, right off the bat, there are the canon characters. And, while I find canon!Gavin pretty awful and think a relationship between him and canon!Connor would be a bad idea, there’s still a very real tension between them. It’s not rooted in anything positive, for sure, but there is a lot of passion behind it. They both fill the classic enemies/rivals roles for each other and, well... I’m a really big fan of the enemies (to friends) to lovers trope. So right off the bat, they’ve already kinda sparked my interest, yeah? There’s something there, something not fully formed, but dang, it has a lot of potential! Which is where fanon comes in. I think it’ll come as a surprise to absolutely no one that I absolutely adore a fanon Gavin Reed. A more nuanced take on him where he’s not just a racist caricature and is instead a real, human person with thoughts and feelings and motivations. And, while I don’t really remember my actual introduction to fanon!Gavin, one of the earliest things I read that I remember really sticking with me was the amazing fic, Mind-Blowing, by  Redd000. That fic had such a wonderful iteration of a Gavin who not only had a very complicated backstory and a lot of interesting interpersonal relationships, but also a dynamic character arc that brought him from the canon douchebag we all know and hate to a more empathetic character who could learn and grow and admit that maybe he was wrong. Another very early fic I read that made me really fall in love with fanon!Gavin was A Scratched CD by consecrated. It was one of the first Convin fics I ever remember reading and just... really falling in love with. And it really went a long way toward making me just adore the potential relationship between the two of them.  Now, this was still back in the early days when I was still giving other ships a try and seeing what I liked and didn’t, but between already having a sort of bias for the enemies to lovers dynamic and now seeing the absolute goldmine of potential that a relationship between them could deliver on, I was kinda sold. And I think maybe the final nail in that coffin was the esteemed Traces by berryblonde. It was... such a memorable fic for me. The twists and turns of it were amazing. The backstory the author built up. The slow paradigm shifts happening throughout. The case and the way all the players fit together. It was just... It was and is still one of my favorite fics on the Archive. Highly recommend to anyone looking for not just a good Convin fic, but a great casefic/mystery/drama in general.  But the thing all of these had in common was just such a wonderfully built Gavin Reed. Seriously, I was quickly at the point where I couldn’t even read him as a villain anymore, it just seemed so strange to me. Because all of these fics painted such a nuanced, complicated man. One capable admitting he was wrong and doing his best to right his wrongs. Whether platonic or romantic, it was his interactions with Connor that always drove him forward towards becoming a better man. And, as a flawed human being myself, there is something so appealing about that. Of seeing a redemption arc play out like this again and again, of seeing that second chances can be had, that even the worst people can turn themselves around and get back on the right path. It was so... affirming. And it all just kinda tied things together in my mind, too. That Connor was this catalyst, this reagent that burst into Gavin’s cozy worldview and shook him up enough to have to reevaluate himself in the upheaval.  But what’s more than that, I also think Gavin is a great catalyst for Connor’s character growth, too. Because, much like Hank, Gavin is someone who’s character growth and dynamic shift would be such a positive influence on someone like Connor. Connor, who spent so much of his short time alive being the villain. Doing bad things for bad people. Doing his best to shut down a movement that ultimately granted him and all his people freedom. I feel like Connor wouldn’t be a stranger to regret, to that urgent desire to change, and to the fallout left in the wake of that. I think, ultimately, Connor and Gavin’s arcs would almost mirror each other. That there’s a lot both of them could take away from the other in regards to forgiveness and maturing as people and second chances to do what’s right. I think Connor needs to let go of his hatred of his machine self just as much as Gavin does. And there’s something in that symmetry that just... It speaks to such a deep understanding between them. A shared experience between a human and a machine. Something they can both empathize with in each other. And that, more than anything, is the basis of a good, healthy, long-lasting relationship in my opinion. I think they would be very good for each other once they both move past their hangups. Two people who can grow both together and as individuals. I just think it’s a beautiful dynamic and such a strong foundation to base a relationship on. It makes me believe that they would be a couple who lasts.  And then there’s the fact that they both are very competent people, too! (In fanon at least, lol! XD) I absolutely love that sort of buddy cop vibe these two would have (sometimes literally) where one of them is super analytical and the other is reckless and spontaneous? While being total badasses, too! But both working together would balance each other out perfectly. I feel like Connor would help make up for Gavin’s tactlessness while Gavin helps Connor feel more human. They’d both shake each other up, help each other out of their comfort zones and into a fuller experience of life. They’re such great foils for each other and I think it makes them so balanced in terms of a relationship, too. And that goes for the banter as well. They can both be sarcastic little shitheads and omg, it’s so funny the way some authors write that! Top tier banter is a sign of a great Convin fic imo, lol! They’re just the perfect characters for that sort of humor! XD But I really believe having a sense of humor you can share with a partner would be such a boon to a romantic relationship, too. And, y’know... seeing them laugh at and with each other just makes me smile. I love knowing they enjoy each other’s company so much and that they’re so happy together. Gah, it makes me absolutely melt. Ultimately, this is how I love to both read and write them. As two flawed individuals trying to move past their past transgressions. Growing. Changing. Learning that they’re not so dissimilar. Understanding each other more fully than they’d ever expect. Bonds deepening, affection growing, a language of their own developing between them. And then, the pin dropping. The realization. And a love that can and will last. All the while being quippy little badasses, lol! (And if you want a great example of all of this, I’d be remiss not to recommend perhaps my favorite Convin fic of all, Mission: Unexpected, by J11nxed. It’s so good. It’s the fic I always go back to when I need cheering up. And it’s absolutely the dynamic I try for when I write Convin myself. It’s a long fic but it’s so worth reading!)  So yeah... That is... the most basic answer I could give to this, lol. I just... really love this ship a whole lot and I’m actually so glad you asked about it because I love sharing my thoughts on it with others. And, y’know, hoping that maybe my words would get them to give it a chance if they haven’t before. Hopefully, there aren’t too many typos, lol! There’s no way I’m going back through this freakin essay, omg. XD But yeah, hope this answered your question sufficiently, friend! :D

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Father Paul NSFT Alphabet Headcanons

A/N: uh oh! At long last, here I come like a Horny Luther nailing my slutty slutty manifesto to the door of St. Patricks. 18+ only on this one of course. And it's a long read (we're over 5k! This is the longest one of these I've ever done!) So with all that said, have fun y'all, and enjoy!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after)

He is just… so so SO soft. Cannot stress that enough (really I have written some soft boys before but John may have them all genuinely beat). Afterwards he gets really talkative. His mind reeling from all the love he’s experiencing- physical, emotional, spiritual even, too- because that’s the thing; he’s convinced God must have had a hand in this to bring him here- to you, to this love that he shares with you. It has purpose and reason to him because it’s so overwhelming body and soul how can it not be from the Divine? This gift from God to him- his own little miracle? And he has to tell you about it. Every thought. Everything he feels when he holds you and kisses you and makes love with you (because that’s what it really is in his eyes- never anything less, not to him). He needs you to know what you make him feel. And not just show you but tell you, with all the words he can possibly conjure. As often as he possibly can. Because he knows you must feel just as conflicted about all of this as he does- whether you share his faith or not- because of what it means to him to go against his vows- vows that still mean much to him even still, and the forbidden nature of it all- all the ramifications it could have. But he will tell you everything. Child-like in his sincerity, firm in his reassurances. Complete in his honesty, emotion without the veneer of faith to hinder the telling of the truth of his feelings for you. And he will take every opportunity to remind you of that.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

This man is way too modest to have a favorite body part. Doesn’t really view his physical body as something to be proud of in any way like he’s pretty neutral. (If you ask me though??? It’s those eyes, those lips and that hair like god damn.) He feels very similar when it comes to others bodies as well- bodies are simply neutral- a vessel for the soul which is really the thing that matters- and perhaps the thing he is drawn to the most. But if he’s honest? It’s smiles and laughter that he’s attracted to. Yes he knows it’s cheesy, but it’s the truth. To him the sight and sound of joy on someone’s lips is the most beautiful, sacred, holy thing in the world. And yours? Even more so. And call it a bit of hubris on his part- but he feels a special sort of joy when he knows he’s the one who put it on your face.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

If you thought his fascination with blood is intense… it’s tenfold for cum. Both his and yours. It’s something you should’ve expected but it’ll surprise you nonetheless when he drinks of you like a forbidden sacrament in and of yourself- of your body, of your spirit, even. Like a man so thirsty he’s willing to drown to quench it. He tastes of himself too in much the same way- curling his fingers around rivulets of seed after he’s finished inside of you, totally captivated by how the essence of him mixes with yours in this the holiest of unions. And how can he not help but reach his tongue out to taste, and then a little more, and then swallowing down his fingers perhaps selfishly but he cannot help but savor the taste of you together dancing in bittersweet harmony on his tongue. A lover’s communion- and you the chief Saint among them. And he shares with you and you alone.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Honey, you ARE the dirty secret if it’s him. I mean jesus no two ways about it because you have to be. He has vows- for which he’d no doubt lose his standing with not just the church but with the community itself- perhaps forgiven in the eyes of true christians among them but even then he’s wary of how they’d react if he stepped down. But the thing is it’s not so much the finding out that he’s worried about- if he had to, if you wanted him as much as he wanted to be with you, he would happily leave priesthood behind for good for you. That’s not the problem for him. The problem is that he knows exactly the kind of persecution you would face should anyone ever find out before he had a chance to make a more graceful exit. He knows they wouldn’t blame him so much- the man of the cloth- for this sin, no, not completely. His consent or not he would most likely come out of it scott free- albeit out of a steady income. But you? They’d tear you apart- and, deep down, he knows it’s Bev Keane who would lead that crusade. The hellfire that would rain down from that woman alone would be enough to drive you off the island or worse. And though he never wants to think the worst of one of his flock- wants to have faith that God would carry you through a difficult situation like this should it ever come to pass- there is a part of him that knows deep in his heart how quickly she would act and turn her ire onto you if she ever so much as caught a breeze of your affair- and being that Crockett is such a small and close knit community you wouldn’t be able to escape it. He doesn’t want to subject you to that and will try to prevent it at any cost. Even if it means he won’t be able to show his love for you openly. Even if it means meeting at odd hours under the cover of night. He has to keep you safe from all of that above all else.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

His experience is… scant at best. He has desires, yes. For which he ought to feel ashamed and find repentance for. But the thing is… he never really felt like they were sins in and of themselves. If experience has taught him anything, this is kindof true of most things that are sinful. Because when he did feel the more carnal desires flaunt their temptations to him in his youth (as he does now again, with you) there was always love attached to it- a strong love for a very soul that he finds much harder to shake. He has a lot of love in him- but enough of it to actually engage in it with the person he feels so deeply for is a rare thing for him. So, as far as experience goes, you won’t be wanting for passion with him at the very least, or a willingness to explore the depths of pleasure and love with you. But he’d need guidance for sure for any further exploration of your body and his outside of basic vanilla sex (at which, he is not half bad as a base line). He’s more than up for it though. Especially if it’s with you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He’s a missionary man through and through (pun intended). At least he is at first. He just really loves the intimacy of it. Being face to face with you, able to kiss you and hold you and take your hand in his through it all. That’s really important to him. So if you do experiment with other positions with him, keep in mind being able to do at least one of the three because he absolutely cannot live without them. Regardless, you will never feel short on lustful but loving gazes, passionate kisses, hands clasped tightly in his- almost like a prayer- in fact more than a prayer to him but a comfort and a holiness of union that none of scripture can seem to define adequately enough for him because they all fall short of what he feels when he’s with you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s so serious- maybe a little too much, at first. Almost stiff, even because of how foreign everything is to him- not in a true virginal sense (of course not), but because of how long it’s been since he’s done this, and because of how new everything seems with you -hell, how new some things that he experiences with you actually are. And of course there’s an element of guilt that plays into the stiffness. Always an impulse to try to resist for the sake of God for the sake of his vows… though in all honesty and truth if he resists it’s for your sake, really. Because as much as he loves you and as much as you might want this and as much as he might want this and you in turn he still doesn’t want you to be hurt by it or by what might come of it. But when he gives in, finally, he’s giddy. Overwhelmingly so. Not only with the pleasure of it all but the love- the freedom he feels when he’s with you. And the sheer joy that he feels just being in your presence- to speak nothing of how intense that joy is when he’s joined with you in the most ancient and primal, sacred tradition man has ever known. He has a hard time holding back how happy he is about you and what he feels with you sometimes (much to his detriment, guilt but more overwhelmingly fear of ruination cropping up sometimes like the serpent of Eden hissing with doubt), but when he’s alone with you he shows no restraint in smiling with you laughing with you as you touch and hold and kiss each other, pulling off each other’s clothes like giddy teenagers. He loves having that with you. More than anything.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Oh yeah. Carpet matches the drapes all right. Thick dark curlies (well- his are more wavy than curly I guess) on this man for sure. Not like well groomed or anything (what need does a man of the cloth have for that kind of vanity?) But still, oh so dark and oh so pretty regardless. Doesn’t have much anywhere else though. Oddly sparse for a man with hair as dark as his honestly- perhaps the hint of a happy trail just below his navel but nothing more.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

With Father Paul the romance is sort of inherent in everything he does. He’s a romantic, truly. At the heart of him and at the heart of everything he does is romance and love for everyone and everything. But you??? You are the height of it. The height of good things. For him. For everyone around you. For his whole world you are easily the best thing in it. And heaven help him but he will take every opportunity to show that to you salvation be damned because you have to know in no uncertain terms how deeply he loves you. In every touch- every loving caress, every graze of his fingers over yours in public when he cannot display any of this but needs to touch you anyway. In every word from him, too, every salacious exchange in the confessional, every covert whisper in your ear after Mass as the congregation walks out of church with promise of passion unfathomable when all the rest of them have gone for the day. You will know.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

It is so rare that he feels this kind of urge. He’s very good at repressing it most of the time. But with someone like you in his life that impulse becomes more and more difficult to deny by the day. He will lie awake at night in his bed in the rectory and recite all manner of Hail Mary’s and Beatitudes just to gain some peace- to get his mind off you and off everything you mean to him. But there always comes a boiling point. A moment of sink or swim. Where he simply can’t stop his hand from wandering under his pyjamas. Even reciting his praises to the lord he cannot deny what his living flesh needs and it needs relief of some kind or he may very well lose his mind. And it isn’t enough. He knows the one thing he really needs is you- just to be with you. But for what he cannot have in the moment he will make do simply with the thought of you. The idea of every loving caress on your skin- the devotion he wishes to show you as he shows it to God with every prayer, every supplication and sermon, and he feels- as sinful as this is to Him, that it is as good as giving his praise to you as it gets, because the very thought of you is so divine it sullies his hand and his sheets and leaves him breathless, and at peace at last. His God may not be able to forgive him for that. But, perhaps, you can.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

“Kink? Like what you get in your neck when you’ve bowed your head to pray too long?”

(Yeah I know. Deep breaths y’all.)

So this sweet naive man is clueless and has no idea what his kinks are. Like he’s just not aware of them or that they exist. Not to say he doesn’t have them but he just… doesn’t know what they are. Not until they reveal themselves to him as his relationship with you deepens.

So then what are they?

Well, to start, he doesn’t mind it when you take control. Not to dominate him, necessarily, but when you guide him for your ultimate pleasure (and his, honestly), and he has nothing to do but supplicate himself to your every whim? He loves that. And he’s very good for you. So patient. Though he will plead to his God and to you for sweet release he will listen with bended ear to your every instruction and follow to the letter. Hell, when his vampirism is in full swing he may even beg you to bind him lest he lose control and lunge for you. And wouldn’t mind you sodomizing him (either be it by strap or cock). Truly. Even though Bev fucking Keane would have a heart attack and thrust upon him the whole wrath of God if she ever found out you do this to him, he can’t deny how loving it feels coming from you and it makes him question whether this truly merits the terrible reputation this hedonistic act has earned. In this vein if he is put in a position where he is forced to choose between blaspheming with you and choosing the road to his higher power there’s a fairly good chance he’ll forgo salvation and seek repentance later to have his moments with you. That means whether it be taking you on the Altar like making love to you as if it were a ritual of old, in the name of union purer than the Lamb of God himself he’ll do it. In the vestibule, the confessional, over the pulpit. It should feel wrong to make love in a house of God, but if God is all knowing and all loving and knows all of the love he has for you then how can He not appreciate the love displayed before Him in His own house? Therefore you both can have a little blasphemy as a treat. A real loving God wouldn’t mind. And let's not forget praise and worship either. He gives it so freely, so openly, for the way you kiss him, the way your body moves against him when he tells you how good you make him feel, and he will treat you- body and soul- as though you by some grace were yourself a saint- made to be blessed and kept by the worship of his lips and his hands- his body and soul given freely over to you and you alone. But when the tables are turned on him? And you’re the one telling him how good he feels inside you and how good he is for you? There’s absolutely nothing that makes his soul melt and his cock twitch to hardness more than that. Nothing in the world affirms his weary soul more-makes him feel more on equal ground and yet so holy than exchanging praise with you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

You know I know he’d probably prefer to keep things to the bedroom as much as possible, but I think he could see the appeal of sneaking off into the confession booth to do the deed too. It has everything. Privacy. Close quarters so no option other than to cling to one another and get handsy. Almost makes him feel like a horny teenager again -the one he never really was to begin with and therefore never got to be. Another hot spot tends to be the Vestry- where he will happily make room to lift you onto the table and take you besides the incense and cruets and vials of holy water freshly blessed and you among these sacred artifacts like you belong with them.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

His biggest turn-on is kindness. Oh he knows it’s such a cliche non-answer but honestly… He’s got a big thing about compassion. It’s what he’s all about himself. There’s a lot of courage and wisdom required to look upon the world and the people in it without judgement and more importantly without fear (the fear part in particular is something he still has so much trouble grappling with)- and there’s something that draws him to these kinds of people. To people who have no doubt seen so much suffering of their own and still manage to come out of it with a sense of compassion to not look at the world altogether too jaded??? That’s miraculous to him. Even if they’re not technically in any kind of state of grace in the eyes of God- even if they don’t share the faith that he has he loves people like that the most.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn’t scare you. That’s the thing about him- he wouldn’t want to scare you. He can’t say he won’t hurt you- and sure he doesn’t want to, but especially if he takes his “communion” with you and you let him… it’s not a guarantee. He knows and so do you. It’s something he cannot change. But he doesn’t want you to fear him. For any reason. Not for his desires and not for his anger in the rare instances it shows itself (I mean- I can never see him getting angry directly at you. He’s too patient- and it is extremely hard to wear it thin enough for you of all people to anger him, and I don’t think he’s capable of viperous words directed specifically towards anyone it’s just not in his heart and not on his mind and he’ll never berate or degrade not like that and certainly not you. This is not to say he’ll hold back his emotions when he’s with you. He won’t. Not even the ones he finds unsavory. But he’ll never direct them at you. Never.) Outside of that he’s not a fan of small-mindedness. A difference of opinion or faith from him he can accept or at the very minimum tolerate, and he even encourages it in others- there’s so much he is willing to accept and enjoys the infinite variety of the world. But cruelty, cherry-picking… for all the suffering in the world to find ways to be cruel to others… that he just can’t condone.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

John is a giver by nature. It’s one of the things about the calling to God that he feels most compelled by. He wants to give all he has. His comfort, his love, all acts of God moving through him to help as many as he can in this life. And it’s this same selflessness that draws him between your legs every single time. Never a thought for himself or the pleasure he could gain from a union with you- but for your every sigh, your every enraptured moan as he licks and sucks and drinks of you, and he would spend his whole life giving this to you because how on earth can your pleasure be a sin? It can’t. And he’ll come back to do it again and again as devout as he is to God for you are heaven on earth to him and that is worth blessing and keeping. And if you want to give it back to him well, that might be a bit of a challenge. He’s too humble you’d have to restrain him to get him to accept any pleasure for himself but he will, eventually he will. But his preference is pretty clearly going down on you rather than the other way around.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It’s kindof hard to predict exactly how fast or slow he’s going to go at any given time when you make love, but let me say that generally speaking his pacing… well, it drips of passion. Every part of it. From the way he rolls his hips against you, cock reaching deep- and this is the thing he doesn’t just fill you with him- oh no. Every stroke makes you feel… whole. Nourished body and soul on a level so primal and good. He will pick up speed of course, no doubt, when he begins to reach that heavenly peak he’s searching for- or do so when he feels you so close to climax yourself. Or perhaps it varies depending on how much time you have to spend in his embrace or him in yours- how fast or how slow he takes it. But it’s never not filled with passion, never not filled with love. No matter what.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Oh he’s a big fan. He’ll never admit it but he does find it kind of thrilling- there’s a certain level of desperation that comes with trying to make love quickly that really turns him on actually. There’s a smidge of the thrill of being caught thrown in there as well. Of course he doesn’t really want that to happen and will probably try to ensure that it won’t- even though locking closed doors on Crockett Island is a thing in and of itself that might rouse suspicion and speculation especially among the Parish gossips (and, of course, to the nosiest Karen among them)… but the thought that anyone could just find you two and bear witness- it’s a bit of a turn on he’ll admit. For that reason he will try to abstain from it as much as possible, but sometimes just being around you he can’t help himself either and it makes it very difficult to not want to take you by the waist and kiss you deep.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Experiment? Oh hell yes. Take risks? Not so much. He’s definitely not so naive that the birds and the bees are totally beyond him, but he is completely clueless and oblivious about so much stuff outside the Adam and Eve basics that he honestly wouldn’t even know where to begin asking you if he wanted to try something more adventurous. Most of the time you’ll be approaching him with the ideas on where to take things sexually. Maybe when he gets a little more educated on things he might start approaching you with his own ideas but not before. He’s as good a student as he is a teacher and preacher still and he will happily defer to your wisdom in matters such as these and take it to heart as Gospel.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Well, before his transformation and when he was younger he had a fair reserve- nothing special, really, not much more than one round in him but he could make it last. But after receiving the blessing from the angel... it’s almost terrifying to him how much his vitality- no his virility itself has increased since. He could stay inside you for hours if you wanted. He could give you all he has to offer of himself again and again if you asked it of him and not tire completely. Truthfully, he wonders whether it’s even the sacrament at all that makes him able to come back again and again- he wonders if it’s simply the power you have over him that makes him capable of it. He’ll never know for sure but there’s certainly one of these he wants to believe above the other and it makes his heart swell thinking of how beautiful that’d be if true.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Nope. Naturally he himself doesn’t own any. And if you have some and show them to him he will be so, so flustered just LOOKING at them knowing what purpose they serve- what they do to you- for you. But he’s fascinated by them for sure. Might even pick one up and turn it over in his hands, inspecting it like he’s holding some ancient holy relic. And I tell you this- he won’t be opposed to using them while you’re together. Pleasure is paramount above all, right? And he’d like to learn how to use them on you properly. Might need to give him a few demonstrations, but he’s an eager student that’s for sure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s not much of a tease at all. He already spends so many- too many- of his days gazing across what feels like a whole sea of pews at you and yearning to just tear off his collar and chasuble to sit with you, hold your hand, kiss you-properly. Like he should and desperately wants to do. (hell this probably applies whether you actually attend mass or not). He won’t waste even a second when he’s alone with you at last to show you the affection he can’t give you openly. To hold you and kiss you and touch you the way he aches for.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Oh, he is vocal. He’s always painfully on a hair trigger of his throat issuing moans of their own accord and heaven help him it only gets worse as the throes of passion ensue. And they are nothing but softness. You wouldn’t think he could get any more softly spoken than he already is, but he can and he will. His moans start short, sweet, warm little mewls of pleasure at every kiss, every brush of your skin against his, burning louder the more intimate it becomes. Barely whispers that leave his lips like thanks and praise. And he sounds so desperate too- so wanton in these passions that every one of them sounds like penance- but they’re not desperate pleas to God- no. The most holy thing he could possibly pray to in those moments is right in front of him. If there’s anyone he’s seeking absolution from in those moments it’s you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He says blessings when you make love. Blessings. You’d think nothing but prayers would fall from his lips whenever he makes love to you- desperately penitent to a wrathful God, but no. Because his love for you is true. Honest. And a love as pure as that isn’t a sin. Never has been- not to him. And hell, he’s ordained. If any union deserves the blessings that only he has the power to truly bestow its yours- it’s you. For all of God’s Gifts he’s seen and has been given… you are easily the most special of all of these to him. You deserve them. And he will give them freely to you when he ascends to new heights between your thighs.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Ah yes. Lets see what kind of consecrated flesh he’s got hangin’ around in those skinny skinny jeans of his.

First thing you have to know is that that outline you see whenever he spreads his legs in his seat doesn’t lie. He’s a bit above average as far as most men go (this is sort of true of all aspects of him, but I digress), maybe 6 inches from what you can clearly see- and it’s quite thick too (you might feel decieved thinking a contributor to this thickness is his balls- which is not an assumption entirely incorrectly made, but the meat of the matter is never one to be upstaged). Which is why it will inevitably surprise you when you’re finally intimate with him and learn, from feeling him hard beneath you that what you’ve seen isn’t exactly all that you get. He grows. About an inch, maybe more. And it happens fast because of how sensitive he is- and god is he sensitive- twitching at damn near every touch of your fingers alone. And god when he’s inside you? Curved the right amount to hit the best spots, a stretch, still, but not uncomfortably so. The feeling of him is beyond just simply filling, fulfilled. You feel whole. Complete with him there nestled inside you. And he will no doubt make mention of how you feel entirely the same way to him.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It sort of fluxuates. I mean he was pretty celibate for most of his life (granted, not completely, but still). It’s not especially high on average. The thing is that when he falls for someone he falls very hard, and that’s when the gears really start going for him. Honestly he’d probably label himself as demisexual if he had any idea what that meant. But when it’s on a high streak- as it is with you, it can get difficult to control. And he has little tells to that effect- if you know how to look for them. The most prominent one being the bob of his adams apple stuttering when he tries to speak- the way he tries to turn in a vague attempt to resist temptation but still his eyes cannot seem to pry their warm gaze from you. It no doubt happens sometimes during service. He can smile and speak it off well enough but you will no doubt know that it’s for you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not very quickly at all. He doesn’t find he tires too easily much at all these days, and he thinks his resurrection might have something to do with that. He spent so much of his life asleep before. Especially towards the end -set adrift in his own ailing mind and so scattered and confused to the current of his life- the sorrows and the joys but overwhelmingly the storms of regret with waves so great they would sweep him under and threaten to drown him when they crashed... But then he was given this miracle of a second chance at life, made young and new again - and with it there’s you entering his life like a new great wave upon him sudden and swift and he wonders if it will violently overtake him too- like all the other opportunities for love he’s wasted before. But then you don’t. And out of that violence he finds himself not overwhelmed by it but gently lifted up from the storm, and set tenderly at last on a sandy shore- the first touch of solid ground at last after so many years with not a scrap of land in sight. And you there with him on it… How could he possibly sleep through that- through small moments with you in the night laying beside you holding you in his arms, hands clasped, brushing your hair out of your face to look at you better as you rest peacefully, naked flesh against his own. He’ll join you eventually. He always does. He must and his body longs for it, but his spirit needs to stay with you. Every moment of love truly savored. He won’t make the mistake of letting those moments pass him by. Never again.

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A Little Voice Told Me - Pt.2

Poly! MC Summary: Words hurt and leave their scars. MC learns this the hard way after hearing some not-so-nice whispers about them while on a date with Beel. How are they supposed to be the partner of the seven lords of the Devildom when they just don't measure up? Part 1: HERE, Part 3: HERE ***Good Golly!! Y'all really like the angst, huh? Here you guys go. Cry your hearts out and enjoy! - B*** Beelzebub woke up the rest of his brothers early the next morning. While most of them attempted to flip him off or threaten him at the initial disturbance, all it took was him saying that they needed to talk about you for them to shoot out of bed. In a matter of minutes, all of them, except Levi, were seated around the breakfast table. "If we're talking about MC, why aren't they here?" Satan asked while poking at a piece of fruit. "I don't know about you, but I personally don't feel right talking about them behind their back." Belphie scoffed and laid his head in his arms. "It's not like we're gossiping about them or anything. They were acting off last night, and Beel thought we should discuss what we're gonna do about it." Beel nodded, "They pulled into themself halfway through the night, and was upset but kept brushing me off whenever I tried to talk to them about it." Mammon huffed and crossed his arms. "Maybe they just didn't feel like they could talk to ya about it," he rose to his feet and began to walk towards the door. "I'm the first! I'm sure I can get it out of them, easy peasy! I'll just head in there and-" "Mammon, sit down!" Lucifer hissed. Mammon grumbled under his breath but did as told. Lucifer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "We've talked about this. Stop bringing up the whole 'first man' thing. MC is in a relationship with all of us. Not just you." The second-born pouted and stabbed an egg with his fork.

Lucifer rolled his eyes at his brother's antics and looked back at Beel. "Something clearly happened during the date. Do you have any ideas at all at what it could've been?" Asmodeus stirred a swirly straw around in his drink. "I mean, I would be pretty upset if I spent three hours of my evening at a barbaric sporting event too," Asmo chuckled and smirked. "The only good thing about sports is that you get to see all those rippling muscles of the athletes in action." Beel scowled at his brother took a bite out of the omelet that was on his plate. "It wasn't because of the game. MC loves coming to my Fangol games and was having a blast with me until halftime. Something had to have happened while I was gone." Asmodeus opened his mouth to counter the statement when Leviathan came rushing into the room carrying his laptop. Lucifer raised an eyebrow at the sight, "What have I told you about devices at the table?" Leviathan shot him an annoyed look as he plopped down in one of the chairs. "This isn't about table etiquette. This is about MC," he looked over at Beel and Belphie. "I think I have an idea on what may have caused them to start distancing themselves." Everyone perked up in interest at the news; each one of them eager to know what was distressing their loved one so much that they felt like they couldn't talk to them. "Well are you going to tell us, or are you just going to sit there?" Satan quipped, his anger beginning to get the better of him as he sat on the edge of his seat. Levi gave him a flat look before he typed a few things on his keyboard. "I was doing a raid last night trying to keep my mind off of what might've happened with MC and decided to ask my party members about it," Leviathan's expression darkened as he began to explain. It was clear to everyone that whatever was said, wasn't taken lightly by the otaku. Rather than reading the conversation out loud, he turned his laptop screen for all his brothers to see. Leviachan: Gaaah! I just can't focus on the game tonight. My partner came back from a date tonight and has been acting kind of sus. There's definitely something bothering them, but they refuse to tell anyone. Ruri-Chans-Husbando: Dude, you're talking about that stupid human right? Why are you even with them? You shouldn't give a Normie like them the time of day. Waifu-Addict: Exactly! Listen, we've all been talking and you need to drop that whore. They're totally just using you and your brothers for your titles and power. The demons read in horror and rage as the chat room filled with messages from the members of Leviathan's party all saying similar garbage about you and degrading you in every way they could think of. Satan stood up and began to pace near the table as he used every inch of his self-control to keep himself from lashing out. "I want names, Levi. Who are they and why do they seem to think it's okay to talk about MC like- like that?!" Satan snarled as he curled his hands into fists. Levi tsked and crossed his arms, as Lucifer took the laptop to look more closely at the messages. "You say that as if I haven't already used my 'title and power' as Grand Admiral to have my men collect and imprison them. They're at the navy base waiting for us to get our hands on them as soon as we sort this whole mess out." Belphie growled, now sitting up and wide awake. "Get our hands on them is right. No one gets away with this shit," Asmodeus glared at the computer as though it had just dyed all of his clothing brown. "Rotten brats. They're all just jealous of stunning MC. Ugh, Diavolo, haters are the worst." Beel pushed his plate away from himself as he frowned deeply. "As disgusting and horrible as this is, what does it have to do with MC getting all quiet during our date?" A low rumble came from Lucifer as he handed the laptop back to Levi. A fiery hatred was burning brightly in his eyes as he gritted his teeth. "If a bunch of anti-social shut-ins are going around talking about our dearest MC like this, I believe Leviathan's point is that others probably are."

"Ouch. I wasn't going to say it l-like that, but yes," Levi winced and continued, "MC probably overheard people saying something about them. I mean, if people said that crap about me I'd probably hide in my room and not come out for months!" Mammon, who had been surprisingly quiet during all of this, had a very serious expression on his face. "Right, and we don't want MC to go through that. For Diavolo's sake, they've left alone to overthink this enough," Mammon stood up and headed towards the door again, Satan hot on his trail. "I'm going up to there to talk with them. Ya'll are welcome to come with, but you ain't stoppin' me." "Actually, Mammon, you're not. We should wait until MC comes to us," Lucifer interrupted. An animalistic snarl tore its way from Satan's throat as what little self-control he had snapped. Wrath incarnate lunged himself at Lucifer, grabbing his older brother by the collar of his cloak. "Are you serious, Lucifer?! You're seriously putting your stupid pride first, now?!? MC needs us!" Lucifer growled and pushed Satan off of him as he stood to size him up. "No. What they need is to not feel pressured to open up when they aren't ready! We can't make them feel like they can't come to us!" Mammon scoffed from where he stood in the back. "Oh, cause that's perfect logic! News flash, oh wise one, They ain't gonna come to us if they're thinkin' they're a burden! But you wouldn't know anything about that would you?!" Lucifer's eyes widen and he took a step back in shock at the statement. "What is that supposed to mean?" Mammon and Satan both opened their mouths to put Lucifer in his place when Beel all of sudden cleared his throat loudly. All three of the angry demons turned to snap at him but froze as they saw you standing in the room behind them. They instantly straightened themselves up gave you their full attention. The air seemed to lay still between you as everyone waited for the other to make the first move. As with almost every situation, it was Mammon who broke the silence. He took a step towards you. "MC, I was just coming to get you actually. There's somethin' we all wanna talk to you about." They could hear your breath catch in your throat as you took a step back. Panic filled your eyes the moment the words left his mouth. "O-Oh. I, um, I was actually just going to grab an apple and then head off to RAD for class. M-Maybe we can talk afterwards?" Satan frowned as you walked past him towards the fruit bowl. "MC, it's the weekend." You stopped mid-step. An uncomfortable tension filled the room as the obvious excuse was exposed. The brothers waited for you to move, to speak, to do something to give them any sort of sign for what you wanted them to do, but you just stood there, still like a statue except for the tremors in your hand. "Come on, Darling," Asmodeus spoke softly. His face clearly showed the hurt and concern that was coursing through him. "Everything's alright, I promise. We just need to talk about a few things." The brothers had thought of a number of ways you could've reacted to them confronting you. Lucifer thought that perhaps you would snap at them and distance yourself further. Mammon, Levi, and Asmo expected a few small tears followed by a cuddle session. Satan imagined a slightly more dramatic telling, like something from one of his novels, that ended him being your hero and massacring all those who dared speak ill about you. Beel thought perhaps you could talk over a bunch of comfort foods that allowed you to remain calm and feel safe. Belphie had hoped that perhaps you hadn't believed what you overheard, and the two of you could laugh at how idiotic even the idea of them not loving you was. But you, breaking down into tears, sobbing the words "I'm sorry" over and over again? None of them had expected, nor were prepared, for that. ***Apparently this is now going to be a three-part series. This part was interesting to write. I fully believe that if the brothers were in a poly relationship with the MC they would definitely bicker and argue about

who knows MC best and who had the better date whenever MC isn't around. Honestly, they probably have a score chart 😅 I hope you guys liked part 2! Keep an eye out for part 3, where MC finally opens up to the boys and we have some hurt/comfort times \uwu/ ***

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donna beneviento nsfw alphabet

a/n: leave a comment and/or reblog if you liked this! hope y'all enjoy!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Donna is both needy and generous after sex. She’ll want to curl up with you for the rest of her days, but she’ll also ask if she can do anything for you. A nice cup of warm tea, a massage, some soothing creams, a bath, perhaps? But she ignores her own need for aftercare, and we can’t have that. So sweep her off her feet and carry her, bridal style, to the bath. There, you both get your aftercare. Any marks will be washed away, and Donna will get her cuddles. She loves it when you praise her, caress the sensitive spots of her body, and discuss how you both felt. She’s quite like a puppy in that way.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Oh, Donna would be hard-pressed to answer this question. If asked directly, she would fumble and mumble her way through her answer. She doesn’t really have a favourite body part after years of self-hate and loathing, but if she had to choose, she would choose her hands. They’re skilled in doll-making, and she keeps them as smooth and well-moisturized as she can.

On you, however, it’s hard to choose a favourite. Donna truly loves all of you for the joy you bring into her life. Again, it would be difficult to choose, but she loves your eyes the best. They’re so expressive, and with a glance, she could easily read you, even if you’re more on the stoic side. She loves it best when you look at her with warmth and love, though. It’s clear, then, how much you love her, even if it’s hard to believe on certain days.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

She’s never been fond of the taste of her own come, but when she catches sight of you licking up her juices so eagerly, her mouth gets dry instantly, pupils blown. She likes to be somewhat clean in the bedroom, but she’s discovered that she loves the sight of messy fluids—hers and yours—all over you and the bed. It’s like she’s marking you as yours.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Although Donna prefers comfort and privacy over experimentation, she has a secret fantasy of sex outside. No one dares go into her garden or the surrounding woods, so her privacy is still kept intact. But there’s something raw and animalistic about her noises echoing throughout the woods, her writhing under the open sky for the gods to see.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I think Donna is either a virgin or someone with very little experience. In her childhood, I headcanon she was someone quieter, shyer, and not prone to casual hook-ups. Whatever relationships she had were either brief or the usual childish fumbling. I think she would be quietly relieved if you had more experience than her. She doesn’t know what she’s doing at first, but she’s an excellent and quick learner.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Donna loves being in your lap, facing you, her hands playing with your hair, or, in more passionate times, leaving scratch marks on your back. She relishes in the warmth of your bodies pressed together, your eyes all-knowing and seeing, her flushed as she rides your strap or perhaps riding your thigh.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Donna is not, and will never be, the type of person to crack jokes and be charming. That remains true in the bedroom. The most she will do is a sly jape, a teasing comment, a coy look in her eyes. She is more on the serious side, wanting to convey how important the moment between the two of you is. However, she’ll always have a small smile on her face, even when she doesn’t realize it.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

When Donna’s working, she forgoes self-care, forgetting to eat and drink, sleep, take breaks, etc. In those weeks, she’s so consumed by her work that nothing else matters much. Usually, however, she tries to keep herself neat and trimmed, though not fully bare. The carpet does indeed match the drapes.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Oh, Donna is always romantic. She can’t not be. Donna will always keep her tone low and worshipful, her touch tender and constant, and her face … how expressive her face is. She’ll have a small smile on her face at times, but you can see how happy she is in her eyes. She’ll hold your hand for as long as she can, will light some scented candles, rose petals, the whole nine yards. She just wants to express how much she loves and appreciates you after having no affection for most of her life.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Donna doesn’t enjoy masturbating by herself. For years, it was a necessary yet lonely requirement. Now that she has you in her life, she much prefers your touch. Even touching herself with you watching embarrasses her a bit. She would much rather watch you or plead with you to relieve her.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise kink

Body worship

Marking

Bondage

Edging

Light degradation

Sensory play

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Her bed is her absolute favourite place. She doesn’t like being taken in other rooms of her mansion where her dolls or Angie might stumble upon you, so her bedroom is the most comfortable. It has her plush bed and her scented candles, and it’s private.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

An instant way to get her turned on is to praise her. Literally, that’s it. Just compliment her. Call her your pretty girl, compliment her doll-making skills, admire her wit. Donna gets so flushed and giddy whenever you say such nice things; it just makes her want to hear more. If you touch her—light, absent-minded touches or lingering, teasing touches—she will stutter and shiver. Even just looking at her with a knowing, hungry gaze gets her needy.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Donna would not be interested in anything that would seriously hurt you or requires her to be violent, like impact play. She also wouldn’t be interested in harsh degradation⁠—too much of that in her past already, nor would she enjoy anything non-consensual. She wants to know that you actively desire her, and nothing else.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Donna has quite the preference for receiving. After years and years of being isolated, she just loves how much pleasure you give her. That isn’t to say that she never gives, however. She loves looking into your eyes while giving, closely observing all your reactions. Starting, she’s inexperienced, a bit clumsy. However, she’s a sharp and quick learner, so her skill quickly improves.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Donna’s pace is usually slow and sensual. Fast and rough out of nowhere is a bit of a mood killer. Foreplay is a must, along with tender touches that never fully go away. She’s careful with you, wanting you to understand how much you mean to her.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

The first time you pushed Donna against a wall, she gasped as arousal filled her. She came quickly, though that wasn’t hard with your skilled fingers and risk of being caught. She enjoys them, the rush of adrenaline, the hungry look in your eyes, how she’s swept away in the moment, but she prefers proper sex so she can take her time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Not really. She can try out some new toys, and perhaps outside sex like I mentioned, but anything too risky, out there, or embarrassing is a no-go.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

For someone with little experience, Donna’s stamina is quite high. She comes fairly quickly and easily (to her great embarrassment and your delight), but she can go a couple more rounds.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

She owns a few toys, mainly a dildo and a vibrator for herself. However, with you, she wouldn’t mind breaking out the blindfolds or restraints, and she would like to use some toys on you. She still thinks your fingers and mouth are superior though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She’s usually the one being teased. With words, she adores it and loves being your “pretty girl” or “good girl.” With actions, it’s equally as pleasurable. Touching her throughout the day and leaving afterward is a sure way to fluster her. In the bedroom, she relishes the feel of you touching her. As long as she gets to come, she’s good with it.

Donna’s not as fond of teasing you, however, though she does enjoy the surprised smile on your face when she does.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

At the beginning of your relationship, Donna would try to muffle her noises with her hand—even going so far as to bite your shoulder. Making noises was embarrassing to her, and too vulnerable. But when she saw how much you loved her noises, she let you hear them after more coaxing and persuasion. She’s not that loud, but she lets out the cutest little whimpers when you tease her. That, and long, drawn-out moans when she’s close to orgasm, along with whines and even squeaks when you surprise her.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Her neck is one of her most sensitive spots. She doesn’t know how or why, but it always makes her weak. You discover this when one morning, you pressed Donna against the counter in an attempt to reach something over her head, standing on your tippy-toes. As you moved away, you placed your hand on her shoulder, rubbing her neck with your thumb. Donna straight up moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. Later that night, you peppered kisses all over her neck, biting at some of your favourite spots. Donna trembled, shivered, shuddered, and had to grip onto you to force herself upright. She gets so flushed too; it’s lovely to see.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

See “H.”

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Before you, it wasn’t that high at all. But now that you’ve arrived in her life, it’s increased exponentially. Donna doesn’t need sex every day, but if you proposition her, she won’t say no. However, she would be just as happy to cuddle with you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

With you all snuggled up against her, it’s so easy to fall asleep and just hold you in her arms and quiet worrying or overthinking. You make Donna feel safe and comfortable enough to let her guard down and enjoy a simple night of sleep, so much that she can’t help but curl up to you like a koala and not let go.

[softcallofdutyimagines]

Stay | Russell Adler x fem!bell!Reader

Summary: Despite having developed deep feelings for you after all this time working together, Adler takes you to antarctica like he was told. The only issue is... Things aren't as they seem when he finally confronts you.

Aka, sorry Treyarch, but this time the thotlers win.

SKSKSKS I ONLY MADE THAT POST TO TEST THE WATER, SO THANK YOU @smokeywhalee FOR ASKING FOR THE FIC. I ACTUALLY WROTE THIS WHOLE ASS THING LAST NIGHT SO COME GET THIS FLUFFY ASS BREAD Y'ALL AND ENJOY

Tags: fluff, angst, and angst with a happy ending

Warnings: some strong language and you might need a tissue box bc I sure did 😭😭

"Nothing like arctic air, eh?"

Russell Alder stands just a few feet away, hands resting squarely on his hips, looking out over the cliffs.

"Sure", you smile tiredly, a little sleepy from the long flight, as you walk up beside him. Without needing permission, you slip your pinky around his as he loosens his grip to allow you to do so.

Adler takes a glance down at your intertwined hands. He can't keep you in the dark for long. But still, he's afraid to tell you...

You move to lean your head on his shoulder, only to be left alone as he wrenches himself away.

"Listen Bell, there's... There's something I need to tell you", he refuses himself a glance at you. It would hurt him too much. You make an inquisitive noise and a long silence passes.

Perhaps it would be best just to get the hard part over. He was never one for beating around the bush anyway. "They sent me out here to kill you, Bell"

His voice is hardly audible, a clever trick to disguise the hurt in his voice. He grits his teeth, wondering if you really needed to know that, but then he remembers... He's done lying to you. You deserve to know.

Adler braces himself for the backlash, perhaps even a bullet in the back. Instead, he's met with a whisper.

"I know"

Your voice is only audible thanks to the bitter wind helping it along to his ear, leaving a ghostly caress as it passes him by. Russell turns around this time, almost disappointed to see your back still turned to him.

"How d-?"

You turn slowly, and even from there he can see the tear rolling down your face, "Why else would we be out here?", you gesture around to the great nothingness enveloping you both. You sniff and swipe a hand across you cheek, a joyless laugh escaping you, "Besides, you never take me anywhere nice"

In any other scenario, it would be playful and teasing, just like he knows you for.

Adler huffs a half hearted laugh at that, before tearing his gaze away. "Bell, I..."

"Oh, cut the shit Russell. Just do it, alright?", the tears flow freely down your glassy eyes now, "I know you have to... Really, I get it. A-and it's alright, you know? I-"

By now, Adler has made his way across to you. Even now, he hates to see you so upset. He gently grips your arms in his strong, steady hands, hoping against hope to give you some sense of ease. He needs to finish what he has to say.

"Bell..."

He then tries to say your name, but you won't allow it.

"Just shut up, alright? God, I hate you! I h-hate you..."

You struggle in his grip, beating weakly against his chest as your body becomes wracked pwith sobs, voice trailing off pathetically. Adler pulls you close, just in time, as you collapse into his arms.

"God, why? Why why...?"

You're choked up with hiccuping sobs again as Adler lowers you both to kneel in the grass. He squeezes you tighter, comfortingly he hopes, and if nothing else, to keep him from allowing tears of his own to fall too.

With a ragged gasp, you find your voice, allowing your anger and frustration to seap in at last, "After all I did for you people... This is how yo-?"

But you're cut off, and suddenly all your senses are overwhelmed with... Him.

Adlers lips crush into yours, the eagerness with which he kisses you is enough to erase all the fear, and pain, and sadness. At least, for the moment.

The crisp arctic air only accentuates the musky smell of his cologne, infusing every breath you breathe with its familiar scent. Charred birch and a hint of cigarettes. You almost smile at that.

He's been trying to quit, per your request, but... Old habits die hard.

The uneven stubble of his scarred chin tickles as he works over your lips, sucking gently, but adamantly once, then twice, before sustaining one long kiss again.

At last you part, lungs burning for air. Small puffs of condensation intermingle between your mouths as you catch your breath.

Adler takes one last gasp for air, to steady himself more then anything, before delivering one more kiss to your forehead. He knows he doesn't deserve to think such things, but...

You have no idea how long he's wanted to kiss you.

A few more tears start up from you again, but in that moment, he decides once and for all to commit to all the promises he's been wanting to make to you. He's done watching you suffer, and it's time you knew.

"I'm not going to kill you Bell...", he whispers against the warm skin of your forehead before pulling you to the crook of his neck.

You sniff, instantly frozen as you try to make sense of what you just heard. Too soon, faster then your mind can catch up, you search for words, "Wha-? Why? How? Russell, if they find out they'll kill yo-"

"Shhhh, they're not going to find out. I'm defecting. Right here, right now"

"B-but, why? I already told you, it's o-"

Adler moves his hands to cup your face, training your gaze to be all on him.

"No, it's not ok Bell. What we did to you... What I did to you... Was fucked, and unfair, but... it was for the greater good. But this? No."

"W-well ok... but-?"

"I'm doing this because I love you Bell", he barks it out, almost angrily, but even behind those old tinted aviators, you can see his expression soften almost immediately as he gently strokes your cheek with his thumb, "I love you... So much. Do you understand?"

He pauses for a moment, and his grand show of steely emotions breaks as he removes the sunglasses to wipe away his tears. And when he looks back at you... You're surprised at the reminder of how beautiful his eyes are.

"And... I'm... sorry I never told you before... Well, this"

Your mind is reeling at the rush of information. This... confession, isn't exactly news to you, but to hear him say it...

With one more sniff, Adler manages to pull himself together for a final moment of vulnerability, "Look, I know this is... a lot, but I was thinki- I...", he sighs and takes a deep breath. This is it.

"Would you... Come away with me? The CIA is going to be looking for both of us, and, well... No body and all, so I was thinking... We could find somewhere... off the grid, just you and me, start fresh? I know it'll be tough bu-"

"Yes!"

"-t I can protect you an- Wait... Yes?"

"Yes!", you seal the statement with a quick kiss. A promise. Then, you grow serious, "There's nothing left for me out here Russell... You're my only choice"

"...I'm sorry to hear that"

You cup a hand to his face, a tiny glimpse of that beautiful smile he loves so much peeking through, "No no, I didn't mean... This is a good thing. I meant to say, I wouldn't want to choose anyone else"

Adler sniffs and huffs a laugh, rocking gently as you pull in for an embrace, "Well in that case... I'm sorry to hear you have such terrible taste in men"

That earns a genuine laugh from you, and to him, it sounds like music.

You slip your hand into his, holding on just by the fingers before reaching up to plant a kiss over the scar on his jaw. You always rather liked those scars of his, no matter how much he wishes they never were.

But then again... He loves the way you use them to make him feel handsome, and he'll never understand how you do it.

After a few moments more, Adler gets up, pulling you to your feet as well. You wipe away the last of your tears, and as you glance up at him, a look of uncertainty crosses you.

He knows he has no right to ask you to trust him. Not after all the lies and the manipulation that got you and him to this point. But even after all that... The fact that you're willing to give him a chance humbles him to no end.

Adler looks back at you, and wishes for nothing more then the ability to make sure you never have to worry, or hurt, or live in fear ever again. But if there's one thing he does know, he'll be damned if he doesn't try.

"Come on kid", he rubs some warmth back into your arms, then kisses the top of your hair, "let's get out of here, huh? I've got just the place in mind..."

And just the place indeed.

A few months of preparation go by first, but at last you've managed to escape to the Swiss country side. Fields and fields of vibrant green grass and small wildflowers pass you by as Adler drives along, the great alps standing tall and strong just in the distance.

The sun glows warmly over head, and a little sparkle catches your eye. You look down and admire the ring on your hand once again, turning it this way and that, before stealing a glance at Russell's matching one.

With a couple more twists and turns, Adler asks you to close your eyes. A little while more, and the car comes to a stop. "Hey, don't open yet!", He hurries around to help you out, guiding you along want feels like a gravel path.

He puts his hands over yours, "Ready?"

You nod, the suspense absolutely eating you up. Finally, he moves your hands aside, revealing a small, brightly painted house before you. A stone path leads up to a white fenced porch complete with a swing for two.

The whole thing is practically overgrown with wysteria, coiling in and around the pillars and walls, and out front a wild garden stretches up towards the sun.

It's perfect.

You whip around, finding yourself unable to speak. But, he already knows. Adler sweeps you up off your feet and gives you a little spin as you shriek in surprise, melting into a fit of laughter as he sets you down.

He leans in and kisses you, just another of countless more to come, before pulling back. You have no idea how much it means to him to see you this happy....

"Welcome home"

[girlgrouptrash101]

Cooking with Loona

Request: "i know requests are closed and i’m reallyyy sorryyyy 🥺 i’ve been going through a lot and i just didn’t have time and didn’t feel right enough to ask this: maybe cooking with loona??"

A/N: to the anonnie that requested this, i hope you're feeling better and ily ❤️❤️

(had to put a keep reading tab cuz the post was too damn long f)

- C

Heejin:

we’ve all seen the cement brownie she tried to give to chuu on her birthday vlive..... yeah....

she always skips like half the steps when she’s following recipes and then gets confused when her food doesn’t turn out the same like,, Heejins sweetie pleASE-

lowkey can’t cook but she thinks she can because you hype her up too much

like she will serve you a dish that will somehow be both burnt and cold at the same time and you still tell her she did amazing because it makes her so happy and that’s all that matters

your guys’ favourite thing to make together is probably cupcakes or cakes

because you get to bake them and Heejin gets to decorate them, and they always end up looking and tasting immaculate

everything in your guys’ relationship works better when you’re together, you two simply complete each other :’)

Hyunjin:

not only does she make the most kickass bread but girlie really is a chef of all cuisines too

you still don’t know how or where she even learned to cook so well but you aren’t complaining at all

whatever you feel like eating, Hyunjin knows how to cook it to absolute perfection and she always offers to teach you how to make your favourite dishes

you two also have matching yellow cat aprons uwu

the kind of girl to either kick you out of her kitchen for distracting her while she’s making a meal or else back hug you and help you stir a bowl with her hand over yours all romantically

it literally just depends what mood she’s in at that very moment

highkey loves loves loves cooking for you and surprising you with dinner after a long day, because her favourite thing to do is put a smile on your face :D

Haseul:

starts off really strong and sticks to the recipe... but then her mind wanders and she's like,,, well,,, what if i add this????

and you're like haseul,,,, please don't put chilli peppers in Kim lips birthday cake, i promise she can do without them,,,,,

she finds cooking in the dorms a bit stressful, doing her best to feed the hungry members after a long day of practice

so cooking with you tends to be a much more therapeutic experience, just you two, a bit of music and some tasty treats

but she of course brings back plenty of wonderful bakes for her members to enjoy too, they're literally her babies she is can't just let them STARVE 😔🙄😢

lowkey pretends she's having trouble stirring so you'll reach from the back and help her with the spoon all romantically

miss haseul you are not slick we SEE YOU

Yeojin:

yes she did in fact bejewel her cookery book

"yeojin... I can't even read the recipes, there's too much glitter!!"

"Well Y/N, sometimes, sacrifices have to be made in the name of beauty."

said sacrifices are usually cupcakes and cakes that don't rise, burnt food or just complete mush that doesn't even look like food

however, when yeojin is fully dedicated she can pack a mean lunch, sometimes she makes them for you when you're going off to school/work, and she always makes sure presentation is A+

prefers to just go out to cafes/restaurants on dates rather than cook

but that doesn't mean there haven't been times where you and her have been in the kitchen at 2am, trying to make a gigantic cake for you and all her members to share 😌

Vivi:

has the most peaceful, lofi cooking playlist ever

you two work in harmony, always helping one another but never tripping over the other in the kitchen

it's so harmonious it's like.... y'all were meant to be or sumn idk 😳😳😳

however if u try to eat any batter she will smack ur hand and be like no ⛔ that is for LATER hfhdhd

her hair always gets tied up in the cutest little bun when she's baking, and that along with her fairy apron makes her look like an actual princess

she also LOVES cooking/teaching you how to make her favourite foods from Hong Kong that she'd always make with her mom

those meals always help her when she's homesick, and with you by her side make her feel like she's not alone 🥺

Kim Lip:

CEO of pretending she has everything under control when in reality she has absolutely no idea what’s going on

“Uhhh Jungeun, is something burning?” “NOPE NOPE IDK WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT HA HA HA........”

wants to put your apron on you every time but she’s always way too shy to ask so she just resorts to back-hugging you until you get the hint and let her tie a cute little bow behind your back with the apron string hehe

makes pretty decent food when she’s not flailing around and panicking over a single grain of rice that escaped from the pot or something

however she refuses to admit when she messes up in the kitchen

like she could burn something to a crisp or use completely the wrong ingredients but she’d still eat every bite just to prove she’s the best cook in the house

if your food sucks she will tell you to your face, followed by a kiss so you forget about the fact she just roasted your cooking skills lol

Jinsoul:

Jinsoul gives off Hawaiian shirt drunk uncle at the family barbecue vibes who won't let anyone near the steaks

and you're like,, Jinsoul do you even know what you're doing????????? to which she responds - "food, heat, it's cooking. isn't that all i need to know?"

chaotic but refuses to acknowledge the chaos she causes in the kitchen

so when you have baking dates u have to keep such a close eye on her to make sure she isn't going to poison anyone with her creations

once she gets into it tho, she's grooving around the kitchen in her little robot apron, dancing to Christmas songs when it's not even Christmas and just 10/10 having a blast

not really the biggest fan of cooking but she knows you are, and since you help her build her gundams she does like to try and help our properly in the kitchen when she can

perhaps Jinsoul best girl???? perhaps??????

Choerry:

hello this sunshine absolutely LOVES baking, especially for others because putting a smile on someone's face is her main goal in life

she loves decorating with icing too, her go to patterns are smiley faces, flowers and the sun!

her playlists are always so upbeat, the two of you end up bouncing around the kitchen singing at the top of your lungs as you work

LOVES LOVES LOOOOOVES backhugs, especially recieving them,,, it makes her feel all worm and mushy inside hehe

also likes to kiss face icing off of your face, just to have an excuse to give you as many little pecks as she so desires

choerry always makes you a birthday cake every year, and she puts so much work into it, it absolutely melts your heart

plus it makes her happy to see you eating well and having a good time, she truly just is the biggest sweetheart :']

Yves:

she always says yes whenever you ask her to cook with you, but only because she just wants to flirt with you for an hour

"why do we need to make all this food, when the real snack is right in front of me? 😏"

cooking with you actually really does make her happy though, she loves that she can be so domestic with you, it's such an amazing break from her hectic life

also lowkey makes her feel like you're a married couple... and you best believe Yves can't wait to wife you up

she doesn't suck at cooking, but has often times gotten,,, ahem,,,, somewhat distracted and has prioritized making out with you against the kitchen counter rather than how long the food has been cooking, which ends up in a lot of burnt meals

baking with her is really a time, and has more than once ended in a very messy food fight because Yves wouldn't stop smearing icing all over your face 💔

her specialty is dialing the local takeaway and ordering food instead ✨ okay Yves Ramsey go off ✨

Chuu:

this baby girl is just torn between actually wanting to cook or just asking you to cook with her so she can get affection from you (as if she doesn't get that anyway smh)

backhugs except she won't let go

whenever she's making something she calls you over and she's like "Y/N is this okay?" and always asks for kisses as a reward for doing good

will feed you every single ingredient no questions asked

she loves surprising you with meals on very random occasions though, for example that one time she cooked your favourite food because it was the anniversary of the first time she got sick while dating you

she's actually a pretty good cook when she puts her mind to it though, she loves making good food that'll cheer people up when they really need it

btw you will be forced to wear matching aprons and they will be the pinkest, loudest and sparkliest ones that she can get her hands on ✨

Go Won:

have the fire service on speed dial before you even think about cooking with gowon omg

you literally also need to have indestructible tastebuds because she WILL destroy them

her speciality is starting fires and combining foods that were NEVER. EVER. E V E R. meant to be combined 😭😭

"babe come try this dish!! it's ramen mixed with coca cola, jelly and vegetable soup!!! it tastes GREAT trust me"

at the end of the day you just leave her be in the kitchen because at least she's having fun LMAO

(just always have a fire hydrant by your side okay??? she set the loona dorm on fire making chicken nuggets once...)

despite all her chaos, she somehow always produces something edible at the end and.... sometimes it actually tastes good too???

Olivia Hye:

lets you do all the work cuz she's worried she "might mess it up" when in reality she just wants to order takeout and cuddle instead smhhh

will probably follow you around the kitchen or rest her head on your shoulder while you do all the cooking, because this tsundere is secretly the biggest softie for you

she's actually a decent chef when she's motivated to help though

like she even put together a cooking playlist for you guys - which she very shyly revealed to you one time, a slight blush on her cheeks as she played the songs for you

cuz miss olhye is very much a romantic, she just doesn't have the confidence to show you all that yet hehe

her favourite is making desserts because well,,,, she gets to eat the batter and also gets tasty treats at the end

10/10 cooking backhugs also 🖐️😌

[mortedeveles]

congrats on 500!! Hope you can continue hitting milestones in the future!!! :D I'll participate in your event for " Biography"

physical appearance - I stand around 5'2-5'3 but closer to 5'3 since I'm shorter than someone 5'4,but a small.. it's noticable the difference though. I have black medium length hair that is straight rn,but when it's not,it is curly n POOFY.on the top it is like orange/dark brown fading into black (and it's Like A SPLOTCH. This happened from a failed hair dye expirement and now I'm stuck with it.) I have dark brown eyes,and chubby cheekss. My body figure is sort of curvy, I'm chubby though too (tummy area wise.).

dating preference - male

three main things on my personality - lazy,understanding and joyful ( there are the most that stuck with me.)

cats or dogs? - mmm hard question,both of them are cute. but I would say cats!!!

anime in particular - Haikyuu

Thank you for your patience! I'm so sorry this is late, this week has been a trainwreck 😭 but anyway here's your biography! (don't mind any grammar errors + others, i'm barely awake 💔)

your life in....haikyuu!!

your S/O: daichi sawamura! i feel like daichi's personality would balance evenly with yours and y'all would definitely be those cute couples everyone envies 😩

other suitable options: hinata, tendou or asahi! (sorry if you didn't get your favs D:)

your ex + what terms are you on? if you want angst, i would say tsukkishima. you guys probably didn't break up on good terms, and while the break-up hurts a lot, you're able to move on. tsukkishima on the other hand, begins to realize and value what he has in his life- he never realized how much he loved you until you were gone. corny? perhaps (definitely.) BUT if you wanna go down a more light-hearted road, i would say bokuto! whether things simply didn't work out between you two, the love fizzed out or things got complicated, you guys ended up breaking up. no worries, though! you two are on great terms- which sounds surprising for exes, but that's how things are between bokuto and you. now, he's more of a close friend you can confide in.

your best friend(s): nishinoya (i swear it's not bc of ur hair LOL) i just think y'all's personality are definitely compatible!! tanaka, yamaguchi and sugawara!

other suitable options: tendou, koganegawa or yachi!

what school you're in: my first thought was KARASUNO! I feel like you'd fit it in perfectly with our MC's and could easily enjoy your time at Karasuno :D

other suitable options: nekoma or fukurodani!

random fact about your life: if you choose karasuno as your school, and nishinoya is one of your closest friends, then you'd probably hang out a lot with them at volleyball practice. there was this one time you stole coach ukai's slice of cake he left on the bleachers, quickly snatching it up with nishinoya. the two of you ate it before coach came back and he was furious. neither of you wanted to admit it and the rest of the team didn't see y'all, so ukai made the vb team do even more energy-consuming and heavy exercises and trained them until they were drenched in sweat (while u watched nishinoya suffer from the bleachers 😌) the two of you have sworn to never talk about you lest you summon coach ukai's rage again.

[cinnaminsvga]

👀 do you have any plans to post new stories 👀 or update old ones? idc i miss your stories. and your mind. but if not that's okay too, as long as you're doing well and happy

I MEAN,,, technically, i always "plan" to post fics, so it's really a question of "when do i have the time to write" and "do i have the inspiration/drive to write" and suffice to say,,, my engine has run a little cold these past few months, i'll tell you that,,,

working for 40+ hours a week has really drained my little creative battery and honestly it sucks,,, like i want to write and post stuff but also??? idk this is probably my worst case of writer's block lol probably even worse than 2019 during my epic d********* season but yenno,,, its also sad but a lot of my friends from tumblr have all been leaving + moving on to other fandoms so yea idk i guess it's just not as exciting to write stuff when i know the people i actually care about won't be there to enjoy it with me ;w;

tbf, i am currently writing the la douleur exquise finale + fox rain + a commission pkmn one shot (which is horrendously overdue lol) so i guess those are some things to look forward to??? also, during my 6 months of inactivity on this blog, i've noticed that people have still been liking my dorm duels + my heart full of hugot masterlists so perhaps i will also be working on those too!!

anyway tldr i am trying to work on things and hopefully yall can hang around long enough to see them get posted eventually ;w; until then,,, i'm happy to answer some asks and interact with y'all like the good ol' days and just be weird together :') hope you're doing well too anon!! we got this!!

[valleynix]

I've seen the game twice! the moment it was released but it didn't got me then (perhaps cause it was disappointing which could have cooled down my hype) but recently my brian decided that yo remember those three fly women? They're your new hypefixation good luck!

(Dani was so damn right when she said everyone falls for her in time)

So here I am🧍a bit late to the party

With how long the chapters are I'm making notes while reading if something in particular catches my attention, so I won't forget hah... It might be a bit messy but that's the comments I have for chapter 3&4!

^ I've never seen anyone mention the daughters' wounds/scars on their heads I like the little detail.

^ It really feels like we're time travelling/see the glitches as the two worlds/timelines collide.

Especially with the dying maid, scene with Alcina playing the piano and the magically disappearing food.

I want to know so badly how it looked like in your head while you were writing it. And all the missing puzzle pieces.

^ THE LITTLE BONDING TIME WITH BELA AS THEY READ TOGETHER *screaming begins again*

^ DANIELA SHE SHE–

My God I feel like the lvl of the happy chemicals in my brain goes up every time she's mentioned.

^ Cassandra certainly knows how to make a DRAMATIC entry (the breakfast in ch.4)

^ The Cass/Dani moment in the forest *cries* so soft

I love to see the daughters interact with each other and get an insight in their relationship as well

^ I absolutely adore how they might be bloodthirsty cannibals who torture people now and then but draw a line at SA and are respectful of the personal space and boundaries

see, i wasn't too hyped with the game when it first came out (mostly because i hadn't finished Biohazard at that point), but i got into it, like... a little over a year ago?? and it has been both hell and joyous since :') but i'm really glad you've joined the party!! i hope you've enjoyed it so far :D

god, yeah, the chapters range anywhere from, like, 15k-30k? it's a WILD mess out there, but i prefer that over short and pointless chapters, if that makes sense? it gives me a bigger project to work on, too >:)

(let me asterisk each point you've made to talk about it :D)

*i LOVE the detail of their scars and each sister having a different one (like Dani's being the messiest/biggest of the three and Bela's being the most hidden), and i do wonder why more people don't talk about it? it makes them seem more... them

*hehe, i am most interested to hear what you'll have to say on this subject if you continue reading on >:) i can't reveal too much since you're still early on, but i will say that it'll make sense soon enough (and as for wanting to know how that scene went in my head, i could definitely write it out better if y'all want, but i'd have to go back and reread that scene to be sure sdkjfhs)

*GOD I LOVE BELA SO MUCH, she's such a nerd

*DANIELA!! i adore her to little pieces and i definitely feel she gets mentioned a lot LMAOO, i am slightly (majorly) biased when it comes to her and what scenes she gets <33

*Cass is the queen of dramatics and no one can change my mind

*god, i wish more people wrote them as a family instead of fighting with each other over some measly, easily replaceable human. like, i believe it's Cass that makes it very clear Reader means nothing when it comes to her family, and i love that for her

*y'all don't even KNOW the HATRED i have for people who write them as SAers. like, you can be a murderer and NOT be a sexual predator! i know Alcina raised them right and taught them what it means when someone says no (cue her exasperatedly explaining the difference between torture no and spicy time no)

anyways, i'm very happy to know you're enjoying it so far, and i look forward to what else you'll notice on your journey >:) <333

[arrantsnowdrop]

It’s You I Want - Haldir x. Elf Reader (fluff)

Request: "The reader is maybe a child of Galadriel, and Haldir is quietly trying to pretend he isn't interested in courting them because of their status differences?"

Tags: @headless-twink

Warnings: 3,283 words (I kinda popped off), but other than that nothing

A/N: I gave the reader a brother because I thought being a single child of Galadriel and Celeborn would be lonely as heck, and I didn't wanna subject poor (y/n) to that. This was really fun to write, I do love Haldir a whole lot. Hope y'all enjoy! :D

It was midday in Lothlórien. Lady Galadriel had summoned the High Council to discuss the growing threat to border security posed by the goblins of Moria. The lesser lords and ladies of the forest and the most skilled members of the elven guard had been invited to the Chamber of Celeborn to determine how best to handle the situation.

You, being the eldest of Lady Galadriel’s children, had also been invited to attend. Though you were still quite young for an elf, you were destined to assume leadership of one of Lórien’s sectors when you were older. There was also always the possibility something could happen to either of your parents and you would take their place. Your mother saw these meetings as a way to introduce to you the responsibilities of leadership.

And that is how you found yourself stuck inside a rather dark, somber looking hall in the middle of the most sunny day Lothlórien had seen in quite some time. You almost wished you hadn’t agreed to attend, but you did recognize it was a privilege to be allowed to listen to the conversations of the High Council. You were sitting around a large wooden table in a chair next to Galadriel’s. The members of the elven guard had been sharing their experiences with the goblins thus far.

“What I am gathering,” Lord Celeborn said thoughtfully, “is that the curiosity of these orcs is growing every day.”

“Every night my patrol watches them grow closer to our borders, my Lord,” one elf added. Lord Celeborn nodded.

“We seem to have two main options, if I may detail them further,” Iachion, one of the senior marchwardens, said tentatively. Galadriel nodded for him to continue.

“Thank you, my Lady. We can either send troops out of Lothlórien to meet the orcs now, or wait until they cross our borders to attack,” he said.

“If I may, Iachion, those options seem to be on very opposite ends of the same spectrum,” you observed. “I’m sure there is some action we can take that will ensure our safety for the time being without risking so many lives.” You looked to your mother for approval on your comment, who gave you a small smile.

“I agree with (Y/n),” came a familiar voice at the opposite end of the table. There sat Haldir, head of the northern patrol. He too was a younger elf, one who had earned his place in the High Council through his much admired leadership in the elven guard.

“My patrol has discussed the actions of the orcs several times these past weeks, perhaps I could share our consensus on the situation,” he offered.

“Go on, Haldir,” your mother said.

“We believe it would be wise to increase the patrol groups in the northern and western woods, especially at night, so that the orcs do not go unmonitored,” he began.

“Yes , but monitoring the orcs will not deter them,” Iachion interrupted. You grinned as Haldir rolled his eyes slightly.

“As of now, the orcs are still quite a distance from our borders. They seem accustomed to the dark, and only travel so far from the mines that they can still return during the night,” Haldir added.

“How many nights then would it take for them to reach our borders?” Lord Celeborn asked.

“At least two, they do not travel lightly,” one elf said.

“I feel it would be unwise to take action with violent intent when the orcs do not seem keen on coming closer. As (Y/n) put it, we would be risking the lives of our own in a confrontation that might not even come to fruition otherwise,” Haldir stated.

“I agree with Haldir, mother,” you said, looking at Galadriel.

“As do I, it is always important to maintain nonviolence unless it is unavoidable,” she said thoughtfully. “The council will vote on the plan Haldir proposed, unless there is a desire for further discussion.”

You met Haldir’s gaze from across the table and offered him a small smile, brows furrowing when he looked away quickly.

“The decision carries, we will increase border patrols to monitor the orcs, but take no further action unless they grow closer,” Galadriel said, standing up to dismiss the meeting.

You got up quickly, intending to go over and compliment Haldir on his strategy, but by the time you reached the other end of the table he was nowhere to be seen.

~~~~~

By the end of the week, you found yourself practically living in the seemingly endless library of Lothlórien. Your mother has asked you and your younger brother Lodatôr to research the historical differences between the different branches of elves (“Just because you were not there to experience it does not mean it is not important to know,” your mother had said). Though you’d found the assignment rather trivial to begin with, you’d quickly become fascinated with the subject.

Your most recent read was a first-hand account by a Teleri elf who traveled to Aman, and the emotional struggle he went through after his sister abandoned the march. The work was fueled with passion and sorrow, and you understood why so many of the book’s pages were littered with tear stains.

Luckily, you had reached the end without crying too much (as your brother had poked fun at you everytime you began to tear up). You stood up from your chair to put the book back on its shelf.

“Did he make it to Aman?” Lodatôr asked from across the small table you were sharing. He too has been intrigued by the subject and was reading a book about the elves who refused to embark on the Great Journey.

“Yes, thank goodness, I was beginning to think he would turn back to try and find his sister,” you said shakily. The last few pages of the book had been quite emotional.

“Good for him,” your brother said matter-of-factly, returning his attention to the book in front of him. You chuckled softly.

Lórien’s library had been built around one of the many great trees in Caras Galadhon. The library was only slightly younger than Galadriel herself, and the further down the tree you went, the older the books got. Your particular autobiography was from the Years of the Trees, which preceded the First Age of Middle Earth. In any regard, you had a long journey down.

The particular shelf you were looking for was nearly at the bottom of the tree, which was always rather quiet - not many elves spent their free time reading about Middle Earth before the time of the Ring, especially since half of them had lived through it themselves. Others, like yourself, were not bestowed with the memory of such times. You almost laughed remembering one specific instance when Lodatôr argued with your parents over deciding to have children after the beginning of the First Age.

You turned into the area your book was from, jumping back in surprise at the sight of another elf perusing the shelves. He looked up in surprise, you grinning at the sight of the familiar blonde elf.

“Hello, Haldir, I’m sorry for startling you,” you said softly. “I wasn’t expecting to see anyone else this low in the library.”

He stared at you for a moment before nodding and looking back at the books in front of him.

You slid past him, placing the book back into its designated space. Your gaze trailed to the novel next to it, gasping with delight when you saw it had been written by the sister of the aforementioned Teleri elf.

“Are you alright, (Y/n)?” Haldir asked with mild concern. You grinned at him and nodded.

“I hadn’t realized my book had a sequel of sorts, just got a little excited is all,” you said bashfully. He nodded again and looked away. You paused, biting your lip at the awkward pause in conversation.

“It’s about one of the Teleri elves,” you finally said, feeling the need to break the silence. His gaze met yours for a third time. You looked down at the new book in your hand.

“He was making the Great Journey with his family but his sister abandoned the trail in the Misty Mountains. And this book is written by said sister,” you added.

“Sounds...interesting,” Haldir stated. He was definitely uninterested, and you felt quite embarrassed for intruding upon his free time.

You nodded curtly before rushing past him and up the stairs, cursing yourself for being so talkative. What you failed to see was Haldir watching you longingly as you left, before turning his gaze to the book you had just returned and picking it up himself.

~~~~~

By the time the next High Council meeting came to pass, you had become thoroughly confused by the blonde marchwarden.

After your encounter in the library, you had tried to provoke conversation with him several times. All had been failures in your opinion.

You’d concluded that Haldir must have been introverted, or uninterested in socializing. This made sense, of course - his thoughts were likely preoccupied with the many important tasks he was charged with and he probably didn’t want to spend time distracting himself from them.

And yet, there he was, standing across the room, freely conversing with several other elves about those trivial affairs you had thought bored him. Or that seemed to bore him whenever you tried to talk to him.

You turned to your brother, who had also been invited to this particular meeting.

“Have you ever had a conversation with Haldir?” you asked quietly.

“Hmm?” Lodatôr asked, not quite paying attention. He was always bored at these meetings, constantly zoning out in the middle of discussions.

“I said have you ever talked with Haldir, the marchwarden of the north,” you insisted.

“Oh yes, many times,” he said thoughtfully. “Just last week I caught him leaving the library and we had a pleasant conversation about the eastward expansion of the city.”

“Oh,” you said softly, stomach sinking.

“Why?” he asked curiously.

“I’m just curious, I’ve seen him at a few of these meetings and I was considering introducing myself,” you lied.

“You should! He’s quite fun to be around,” your brother noted. You nodded, watching Haldir laugh at something one of the young ladies of the court had said. You despised the feeling of jealousy that stirred within you.

You couldn’t focus the entire meeting. It was obvious Haldir didn’t like you for some reason; he was clearly a social elf and yet he avoided talking to you at all costs.

Had you done something to offend him in some way? Or said something that upset him? While you’d never been close to him, he was at nearly all the meetings you were asked to attend. Perhaps he had assumed you were entitled and spoiled, like so many of the younger elves in Lothlórien did.

“(Y/n)?”

Your head snapped up, wide eyes meeting those of your mother.

“Yes?” you asked bashfully.

“I asked, are you feeling alright? You look more pale than usual,” she said jokingly, with underlying concern. You looked around the table to see the elves of the court watching you intensely, Haldir included. You gulped, suddenly feeling quite small.

“May I be excused?”

At the nod of your mother you stood up abruptly, rushing out of the room before anyone could say anything.

You felt quite overwhelmed as you walked back up to your family’s flet, high up in the trees of Lórien. You also felt stupid, which was uncommon for any elf. You had been trying to socialize with Haldir for several weeks, and yet it had taken you this long to realize he did not enjoy your company.

You sat on your bed for several hours, watching as the sun sank below the treetops and trying to pinpoint what you had done to lose Haldir’s favor.

It was dark outside when Lodatôr walked into your room.

“How are you doing?” he asked softly, sitting down next to you. “You rushed out awfully fast.”

“I’m fine now,” you said, not completely a lie this time. You were feeling better, finally coming to terms with the fact Haldir probably hated you for whatever reason.

“Haldir wanted me to tell you to feel better soon,” he said. You glared at him sternly.

“Don’t joke with me, Lodatôr.”

“I’m not joking,” he said slowly, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. “He came up to me after the meeting was dismissed asking if you were sick, and when I said I didn’t know he asked me to tell you to feel better.”

You were at a complete loss for words, mouth hanging slightly agape.

“(Y/n)-”

“Are you kidding me?” you said loudly, standing up from your bed and beginning to pace around the room.

“What is going on with you?” Lodatôr asked, also standing up, now extremely concerned about your mental wellbeing.

“All month I’ve been trying to talk to Haldir,” you seethed, “and I had finally concluded that he must just be socially reserved, but clearly that isn’t the case!”

“Well then, what is the case?” your brother inquired.

“I had just decided that he must despise me but now apparently he’s concerned about me, and I don’t know what that means!” you shouted, slamming your hand against the wall for emphatic effect.

“Oh my gosh,” Lodatôr grinned.

“Oh my gosh what?” you grumbled.

“I think he likes you.”

You gasped and whipped around, looking at your brother incredulously.

“That is most certainly not the case!” you retorted. His eyes widened and he began to laugh.

“Oh my gosh, I think you like him, too!” he exclaimed, doubling over laughing.

“Get out! Right now!” you roared, lunging at him as he scrambled out the door.

“Just talk to him!” he called as he sprinted down the hallway. You slammed the door shut and flopped onto your bed, groaning into your pillow.

Lodatôr was right, you definitely liked Haldir. There were plenty of elves who didn’t like you and you had never cared about them, and yet the mere possibility that Haldir might not like you was crushing.

Also, he was stunningly attractive. That was indisputable.

What Lodatôr said had confused you, though; he was rarely wrong when it came to understanding people (a gift you clearly did not possess), but was it possible Haldir liked you?

Before falling asleep you came to the conclusion that you needed to confront Haldir, because at least then you would know for sure - if he truly despised you, you could always ask your parents to send you off to Rivendell and study with Elrond for the next century or two.

~~~~~

The next morning you felt both determined and nervous, but you had already begun your trek down into the center of Caras Galadhon. You were walking quite fast, so it would look odd if you turned back now.

You knew Haldir was not scheduled to leave the city until noon, so it was just a matter of finding him.

“Excuse me,” you said, interrupting two young elves who you recognized from Haldir’s patrol, “have you seen Haldir this morning?”

“Yes, your grace,” one of them replied. “He said he was heading to the library to return a book.”

“Thank you!” you replied, bidding them both a good day before turning in the direction of the library.

The elf at the front desk had seen Haldir go down the building’s spiral steps, and thus down you went, nerves rapidly increasing every floor you passed.

You were beginning to think you might not even see him, that you were probably wasting your time, when you accidentally skipped a step and collided with another elf on the stairs.

You let out a small shriek, body crashing into a rather broad chest, their hands gripping your shoulders to catch you.

“I am so sorry,” you began to apologize, looking up into Haldir’s bright blue eyes. Your eyes widened.

“Are you hurt, (Y/n)?” he asked, his rather large hands still on your shoulders.

You were both panting slightly - the stairs of the library were not easy on the lungs.

You blinked once, twice, trying to come up with something to say, before deciding to throw caution to the wind.

“Do you dislike me?” you asked genuinely, almost cringing at how pathetic you sounded.

“Excuse me?” he asked, looking more concerned if that was possible.

“You just, you seem to be a fairly social elf, but you always avoid talking to me,” you rambled, “and it’s not like you’re obliged to like me but it’s starting to hurt my feelings-”

Haldir pulled you into one of the shelves swiftly as another elf made his way down the stairs. You gulped, looking up at him in the confined space.

“I just wanted to know if I had said or done something to make you upset, and to apologize if that’s the case,” you said softly, looking down at your shoes. “I've come to like you a lot, and I don’t want you to be upset with me.”

A pause. You felt like you might implode because of your nervous energy.

“I don’t dislike you,” he replied genuinely, tenderly brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You looked back up at him in surprise.

“Really?” you asked hopefully. He chuckled a bit.

“Yes, (Y/n), you’re joyful and witty and ridiculously clever, I’m rather fond of you honestly,” he admitted. Now he was the one looking at the ground.

“Haldir, are you blushing?” you teased.

“Stop it,” he grinned, looking back up at you, a light pink spreading across his cheeks.

“I’m sorry if I made you think I disliked you, that was never my intention,” he apologized, looking at you like you were the most important thing in the world. “I was afraid of growing attached, which sounds selfish now that I’m saying it out loud,” he said, making a disgusted face. You laughed lightly.

“But that doesn’t matter now because I grew attached anyways,” he said, not meeting your gaze.

"Why would that be a problem?” you asked seriously.

“Because you are the child of two of the most powerful and respected elves in Middle Earth,” he said bluntly, “and I am a member of the elven guard.”

“What��s that got to do with anything?”

“I’m not good enough for you,” he clarified, “and every time I think about you, about how much I want to court you, I realize any lord could provide you with a much better life than I ever could.”

“Haldir,” you whispered, reaching up and cupping his face softly, “It’s you I want, not some prissy member of the court.”

“Your parents-”

“My parents won’t care,” you interrupted. “They are wise, and my mother taught me to love people for who they are, not what they have.”

“(Y/n),” Haldir whispered softly.

“Yes?”

“May I kiss you?”

You smiled and nodded, eyes closing softly as Haldir leaned down, bringing his lips to yours and pulling you into him.

“You are the most beautiful and intense being I have ever met,” he mumbled against your lips. You laughed and buried your face into the crook of his neck, trying to pull him as close to you as possible.

“I read your book,” he said softly. You pulled away and looked at him quizzically.

“The one about the Teleri elf?” you inquired.

“Yes, that one,” he nodded, smiling.

“Oh my gosh, you read my book!” you squealed, beaming with excitement.

“Tonight, after my patrol ends, would you like to come over and discuss it?” he asked, gazing at you adoringly.

“I would love that, Haldir.”