#the necklace was a gift from Rem

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Part 1 of 2 of sketches I made for @breezy-cheezy's and my Trigun role swap AU. Meet Nai the Avalanche, aka Truth Coming Out Of His Well To Shame Mankind with a cup of sickeningly sweet coffee in one hand, a handful of custom knives in the other, and a stack of psychology books under each arm, who somehow keeps collecting lost, traumatized children like ducklings.

I'm very fond of him. 💖

[lale-txt]

what gets their heart pounding... ♡ [partly ns.fw] ↳ w/ Gojo, Geto, Nanami & Shiu

a/n: reader is gn! i've written these kinds of hcs for OP in the past and i am just so weak for the mix of fluff and a lil bit (a whole lot) spice (´⌣`ʃƪ) part two is already in the drafts, hehe

❦ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

discovering the snack drawer you keep for him at your place, because you know he has a sweet tooth and you want him to feel at home

when you lift his blindfold to gaze into his eyes, unaware that he’s drowning in yours as well

feeling how small your hands are compared to his when he interlaces his fingers with yours, your thumb drawing small circles on his skin while he holds your hand

the same hand wrapping around his length, a little greedy even, your thumb now rubbing over his dripping tip in a way that feels familiar

the small gasp you let out every damn time when he finally presses into you until he’s fully inside, your eyes fluttering open for a heartbeat until they close in bliss again till he starts moving

the vivid memory of you sinking your teeth into every part of him within your reach, trying to muffle your moans (you’re at school after all), and seeing his skin bloom with your tiny love bites the day after

❦ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

when you play absentmindedly with his hair while he rests his head in your lap on this hot summer day, both of you seeking out the shadows of the gingko trees 

the sweet sound of your laughter, the one you only let out when it’s just the two of you and no one else around

wearing your scrunchie on his wrist because he tends to forget his hair ties often (you both know he doesn’t, he just wants an excuse to keep something that belongs to you so you’ll always come back to him)

the stolen kisses and how you part your lips for him so willingly, as if you want to invite his whole being into you 

your fingers tangled in his hair while he pushes you against the nearest wall, your legs wrapped tightly around his hips, your panties still dangling from your ankle while he keeps thrusting inside of you 

finding said panties in the pocket of his jacket the day after, the scent of yours still sticking to them, as well as the promise that you’ll meet again soon

❦ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

seeing all the bakeries all over town you pinned for you two to visit together when you have a day off

the ways your eyes light up outside of the shop windows already, pointing at all the baked goods you want to try with him, knowing it’s not about the food but about spending time together over something you both love

your thumb brushing over the corner of his mouth to wipe away a crumb, only for your lips to meet his shortly after in a gentle kiss

the longing in your eyes when you watch him undress, needy mewls when he takes his sweet time to hang up his suit neatly, unbuttoning his shirt slowly until you grow impatient and reach out to help him with hungry hands

your fingertips on his skin, exploring every inch of muscle as if he was carved from marble, and your lips trailing down his abs, your breath so hot and heavy on his skin

seeing you melt under his praise when you unbuckle his belt to free his aching cock, only to take it down your throat so, so deeply until your face is nuzzled against his trimmed happy trail

❦ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐔

your name popping up on his phone display, texting him at random times of the day to tell him how much you miss him while he’s busy with clients, you being sweetly unaware how much it means to him

hearing you laugh softly when he calls you by your favorite pet name, knowing how easily he can charm you like that

seeing you wear the expensive gifts he got you, fingers sliding over the necklace around your throat as if to claim you as his and his only

your tongue swirling around his fingertips when he slides them in your mouth, eyes pinned on you while he cups your chin with his other hand, knowing you want to be good for him

how greedily you stick out your tongue to swallow his spit, eyes pleading him to make a mess out of you, one to remember

the sounds of flesh on flesh echoing from every wall when you get on your hands and knees for him, as if your insides were molded just for him

[importantgalaxyrunaway]

The investigation- chapter 4 Colby x y/n 🧸

CONTENTS: more y/n Lore, tw⚠️ Scratches and blood, fluff, bit of angst, implied sex, cliffhanger

AUTHOURS NOTE: ITS NOT AS BAD AS IT SOUNDS OKAY I’m definitely overstating the angst part and please like and let me know how you feel I worked hard on this. Sorry it took a while to make. I think I might put it on wattpad but if I do I won’t stop posting it here I will post it one both. Ty for reading

Skip to later in the tour

we were in the kitchen and the medium was explaining about the satanic panic that happened for a while witch I found absolutely fascinating.

“They can also form themselves are other entities, like a youthful energy” Colby said

“yes they can desguise themselves” she answered

“and one of the popular theories is that sallie is not just a little girl” Sam added

-skip a bit bc the thing didn’t go off on Colby’s forhead bc he had the necklace-

As we went up the stairs and through the rooms. I felt a strange presence like someone was watching us. They weren’t hostile but they were curious “there’s a woman’s presence here” said the medium reading my mind. Colby put his hand in mine

“is it like..hostile or?” sam asked

“ she just observeing by us” the black pendulum said waving the equipment over the closet “and tall”

“she’s like, ‘whatcha guys looking at?’” We all chuckled at sams joke

-skip to the investigation

While the others set up and checked the equipment seth pulled you out into the hallway for a conversation

“so uh..you have fun last night?” He asked jokeinly

“Uhh what” I say

“your hickeys” he said pointing at you neck

“oh OH OH. Seth I’m so sorry I didn’t even realize” I replied turning bright red with blush

“Lemme guess it was Colby?” He laughed

“how did you know?” I smiled

“y/n” he looked at me sarcastically “ I’m not blind it’s obvious to literally everyone”

(Colby’s pov)

I go over to get y/n and Seth for the investigation and see them laughing together

was Seth flirting with her! That was the first thought that crossed My mind mind. but I needed to calm myself I was jumping to conclusions.

“Time for the investigation” I said a little firm

“okay” y/n said cheerily as she walked into the investigation room but Seth stayed back and whispered in my ear

“ next time you two have ‘fun’ don’t leave such obvious marks on her”

I blushed heavily as we all went back into the investigation room. It’s funny how both Sam and Seth told me to try and keep my hands off y/n. Sam said that I should at least wait till we get back to the hotel before making out together in a haunted house. But it sure was hard she is so beautiful.

(end of Colby’s pov)

When we all got back into the room i see Sam standing over a rem pod with sallie toys all around it almost immediately the rem pod started going off in a very strange and specific pattern. It looked like the ghost was walking around the pod in circles. Obviously everyone freaked out a little bit because the rem pod had never gone off this way before.

“ wait what was that?” Sam said in a whisper we all quickly went over to see it and set up the music box. At first the music box was calibrating but then it started to go off. “Woahh” everyone reacted. For some reason I got bad chills and I was the only person who got this.

Ghosts had always been targeting me in particular more than anyone else. They would seek me out and touch me. They would say my name in the Estes method and would prefer to speak with me more than anyone else. I suppose this is because of my gifts and my connection with the afterlife. From now on I decided that I would try and honor my grandma’s legacy and tap into my abilities.

for majority the investigation went on well but I got this weird feeling as we went on. Like someone or more likely SOMETHING was trying to take hold of me. before we were about to do the Estes method I got this horrible feeling. Like my back was suddenly hot. Really hot. It felt like a burning pain

“ahh” I cried out as I fumbled from the pain

“What’s wrong?” Colby asked catching me

“y/n are you okay” sam said concerned

“ it’s - burning like — hurts so ba- cut” I stutter crying a bit into Colby’s arms.

he looked down “ oh my god” he exclaimed as he took the camera to show a long bleeding scratch all the way down my back. At this point I was crying because of the pain.

Sam and Seth went out to have a discussion about weather they should end the investigation here. They decided to leave me and Colby alone together.

And I collapsed into Colby’s arms as he comforted me “shh it’s okay baby” I cried even harder I felt weak for crying but I was so scared “I love you” I managed out in a shakeup voice he pulled me even closer. The blood had soaked through my white shirt at this point. “I love you too” he said trying to be strong for me but seeing her cry really broke his heart

little did I know thing were about to get a whole lot worse.

[0-3lli0t-0]

March 10 (Part 2/2)  After they ate they decided to head into Hogsmeade for the day. They spent time at Honeydukes where Sirius insisted on buying Remus several chocolates. They went to the three broomsticks for some butter beer. Remus was having a great day, he smiled this was definitely one of his favourites so far. Little did he know it was about to get a whole lot better. After they finished their drinks, Sirius took Remus to a bookstore for a bit which was Remus' favourite. He loved everything about books, the smell, the stories in them even how they looked on shelves. He picked out a few and again Sirius insisted on paying, Remus rolled his eyes and reluctantly allowed him. The two walked back to the castle in silence, though it wasn't an awkward one, it was a nice, comforting ad relaxing sort of silence. Remus gently swung his one hand at his side and it gently brushed against Sirius'. Both males flushed a little and looked to the side. Remus smiled a bit as they continued their walk towards their common room, Sirus pushed Remus inside next and for good reason, as everyone was there waiting especially Lily was there to snap a photo of his reaction the the common room decorated for his birthday. There was a large floating banner that read. "Happy Birthday Rem" he guessed they ran out of space on the banner even though it was a magical banner, he smiled and glanced around seeing a bunch of twinkle lights floating by the ceiling almost looking like stars. There was a table full of drinks and snacks including lots more chocolate. Next to that was a small pile of gifts. Remus thanked them all and tried to stop them, but was unsuccessful as they all broke out into a very horrid off-key rendition of Happy Birthday. The party went on with lots of jokes, snacking, some drinks, singing and dancing. Sirius pulled Remus over to him, "Let's dance" he smiled at him, as a slow song began to play. Remus felt his cheek redden ever so slightly. "Okay," he replied and gently wrapped his arms around the other waist as Sirius' wrapped his arms around Remus' neck and they began to sway slowly to the music. They gazed into each other's eyes. Remus thought that under the light of the twinkle lights it looked like Sirius' had actual stars in his eyes. "Remus.. I" Sirius began to say, but was cut off by Remus' lips meeting his. Remus smiled as he felt Sirius kiss him back. He pulled away and rested his head on Sirius' "I know Siri... I feel the same way" Remus replied and gazed into his eyes, Sirius smiled back. Then there was a flash, both looked over to see Lily having just taken a photo. "don't mind me! go back to whatever you were doing" Lily grinned and walked off getting the others to join her so that the two males could be left alone. Sirius laughed a little and pulled away and pulled a small box from his pocket. Remus raised an eyebrow, "you aren't proposing just yet right?" he asked with a slight grin. Sirius flushed, "What no no no! This is something else" he replied and gave it to Remus. Remus opened it to see two necklaces, one a star the other a moon. He smiled a little and picked them up, "I love them, Sirius," he said. "Would you like to put the Star one on me?" he asked Sirius nodded and took it out of his hand and put it on Remus, "And you don't need to worry, I made sure that they continued no silver." Remus smiled, "Thank you, now turn around I'm putting this one on you," he said and Sirius did just that and lifted up his hair so Remus would have an easier time doing the clasp. Once he was done he hugged Sirius from behind resting his chin on Sirius' shoulder and closed his eyes. "Happy Birthday Moony"  

[revenantlore]

been back to work on press start, so here’s a chunk of some of my favorite words from it

Oliver keeps close to Rem as they walk, Rem’s steps stalling to a slow pace the nearer they get to his place. He’s quiet, hands to himself, gaze straight ahead, and Rem’s not one to ask, but he almost does. Almost stops and asks what’s on Oli’s mind.

Doesn’t have to, though, because Oliver runs a hand over the necklace at his throat and says, “You just randomly picked this out, huh?” and Rem regrets asking Oliver to walk with him.

With a shrug and his gaze set forward, Rem says, “Don’t make a big deal out of it. Billie sent me to the B&B and I saw it and just …” Another shrug and he lets his words fall silent.

“Okay.” He doesn’t sound convinced, though. “It’s just, you’ve never gotten me a gift before.”

“Never gotten anyone a gift before,” he says and hates the words the second they’ve left his mouth.

“I know. Which just makes it weirder.”

“Fucking hell, Oli,” Rem says under his breath and grabs for his lighter, his cigarettes, and curses again when he finds the pack’s empty. He tosses it to the snow with a scowl and shoves the lighter back into his pocket. “You don’t have to keep it if it’s such a big deal.”

The thought of Oliver giving it back, though … Rem’s not sure he could handle it.

“It being such a big deal makes me wanna keep it even more.” Which is … nice, Rem thinks, gaze finally rising to settle on the necklace. “I do like it.”

“Good.” He clenches his teeth to force back a smile and halts at the end of the sidewalk. Home’s across the street, three houses down, bright and twinkling even in the morning sunlight. “Breakfast tomorrow?”

“Breakfast tomorrow,” Oli says with a smile and a lingering stare that Rem can’t decide if he likes or not.

[quindolyn]

Bestie do you have any headcannons where james thinks your really pretty and you aren’t dating but like how he would come up to you and what he would say and how we would try to impress you

Does that make sense

Falling for Him Headcanons || James Potter

Word count: 1052

A/N: I wrote these really quickly for you babe, I hope it suffices. I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers so that's what y'all get

Warnings: nothing really that I know of, James being kind of a cocky ass but that's hot is it not?

Masterlist

Every student at Hogwarts knew who James Potter was, first years through seventh years, no matter who you were you knew James Potter’s name

But the only person he wanted to know his name was you

He all but made it his mission for you to know who he was like you were clueless before

But how could you be when all he did was strut around like he owned the fucking place

When he first starts directing his attention toward you he starts sliding into the seat next you during classes or at meals

Regardless of your house, come breakfast, lunch, or dinner, there James was, sitting beside you with Sirius and Remus wedging themselves into spots at the table

“Morning love, toast with your eggs?’

Will insist on serving you your food

Makes a little smiley face on your pancakes with whipped cream (sick anon once called it squirty cream, is that what it's called across the pond or is she mental as I suspect?)

The first couple of times he tries to sling his arm around your shoulders it ends with him in some sort of physical pain

Kicking his shins from underneath his table

Smacking him upside the head

Twisting his arm till he gets it off of you

Sirius and Remus being the terrific friends they are take immense pleasure in all of it

Nothing like watching your best mate be bruised by the girl he’s crushing on

Materializing next to you in the hallways

Sliding your bag off of your shoulder and onto his

And as his presence becomes increasingly frequent little packages, presents even, start popping up

Sweets bearing the Honeydukes name on their packaging magically appearing in your bag

Little notes complimenting your hair or your makeup that day tucked into the pages of your notebooks

Small pieces of jewelry, necklaces, earrings, the occasional bracelet, waiting for you on your desk during class

It was never a secret who was sending these gifts, James Potter was many things but stealthy wasn’t often one of them, not without that cloak of his and no matter how much he begged Remus to let him use it in his efforts to woe you Rem always insisted that he would not let him abuse the power the cloak granted him that way

Additionally it never seemed like he was putting any real effort into stealth, he wanted you to know that the gifts were from him

No matter where you were you could always count on James smiling at you, offering to help you put on the bracelet that had been dropped off by a postage owl during breakfast, asking if you were more of a milk chocolate or dark chocolate kind of person

The gifts softened you to the boy more than you would like to admit

You didn’t like the idea that you were the kind of person who could be bought with material objects

But it wasn’t the gifts that warmed you to him so much as it was the thought that had so clearly been put into them

Eventually you stop resisting his presence and upon his insistence you finally join he and his friends at their spot at the Gryffindor table

I think that the only reason he doesn’t stand up on the tables and proclaim his adoration for you is because he knows you well enough to know that that wouldn’t work with you. It’d just turn you off from him.

I don’t know if it's canon that he does that with Lily but in my mind he’s a lot more observant than anyone gives him credit for, even if his observance isn't conscious

Slowly you start to succumb to the boy

Your resistance towards his advances lessens more and more every day and you find yourself staring at him just as much as you catch him staring at you

You start taking him up on his offers to join he, Remus, and Sirius in Hogsmeade for the afternoon

Seeking him out in the library, though you tell yourself it's because you want Remus' help on the charms homework

When honestly you just can't help but smile every time you find James' smiling face already gazing upon yours

There really isn't a definitive moment where you finally crumble and admit that you like James as much as he likes you

Your friendship grows more and more intimate, sharing secrets that the other boys don't know, sneaking off together during your free period or after dinner to explore the castle

You grow more physically intimate too and with every touch James has to stop himself from squealing because even though he gets better at disguising how giddy it makes him he really is just an over excited puppy and that does not change when it comes down to you

The first night you spend in his bed is after a Gryffindor party and you were too drunk for him to let you out of the house

So he carts you up to his room, help you take off your bra and unzips your dress for you so you can change into the clothes he left out for you

Once you're clothed you launch yourself onto him, basically acting as a blanket as you snuggle in as close as possible and try to bury yourself inside of him

The two of you fall asleep like that, with you on top of him and his palm resting on the small of your back

When you wake up and realize that you're not in your own dorm and that the person you're on top of is James you start to pull off of him, being careful so as to not wake him up

But the second you move, the hand on your back in anchoring you to him and pulling you back flush against his chest

He's not really awake so James doesn't say anything intelligible but does release a few disgruntled grumbles and whines but you can make out a very distinctive "stay"

And you're shocked to find just how little you mind obeying that command

There may not have been an exact moment you succumbed to James' charms but it was at that moment you realized you really didn't mind falling prey to them

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[neonponders]

Surprise! Here’s a part 2 for my fic, Deeper Than Skin ~ read on ao3 •

Thank you SO MUCH @edith-moonshadow for donating to Harringrove for Palestine, AND letting me indulge in my fic some more. 

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Billy’s thumb pressed along Steve’s arch, holding the pressure for a few seconds as he went along . . .

He peeked up at the sound of ocean-swaying breaths at the head of the bed. As if he could hear the exact moment Steve fell into REM sleep, clutching Billy’s latest gift to his chest.

An elephant ear leaf plushie. It was half the size of Steve, and it’s heart-shape tucked under his chin to pillow his cheek perfectly. The soft micro-fleece behaved like crushed velvet, the light absorbing inside the dark, unsettled fibers where Steve touched it.

Billy had gotten very good at choosing gifts for him.

Steve’s apartment was slowly filling up with Billy’s tokens of affection. The window seat had become a shelf for Steve’s shoe boxes; only three so far, but Billy intended to get him a proper shoe rack, or renovate his closet

Or have Steve move into his place. Billy wanted nothing more in the world. To get home to Steve slumped on the couch, immediately complaining of incongruent television plots as if Billy had never left the room. To see Steve’s shirts and clutter in their closet despite Steve being gone for work. To put his shoe collection on display in any room Steve wanted, so he could live in the open with his interests, instead of walking laps in their closet.

Not all of his gifts were expensive. That proved the trick. The key to Steve’s locked tight heart. Most were certainly pricey, but once Billy knew what he liked, what he constituted as worth it, then he couldn’t help himself.

A coffee table book of The New Yorker’s covers, spreads, and topmost articles throughout the 20th century. Steve stared at that thing for hours.

The elephant ear pillow clutched to Steve’s chest now, among other plant cushions. Steve claimed he couldn’t keep anything alive, so Billy gave him a pink and blue sedum succulent, a purple and green echeveria, and a monstera leaf. He now lay in his garden, sound asleep despite Billy’s rolling a cold tennis ball around his heel.

It was dangerous, this bruised ache in his chest.

Even with Steve right here, Billy felt sore with affection. The desire to wrap an arm around Steve’s waist was ever present, to pull their bodies flush together, or to tuck himself into Steve’s chest and never leave.

This ravenous greed dulled with Steve nearby, soothed with Steve happy and content, but Billy knew he had to be patient. Steve sometimes retreated inside himself, behaving as if Billy were already one step out the door. He had no idea what power he wielded over Billy.

He eased Steve’s slippers onto his feet and returned the tennis ball to the freezer. He put some of the dishes and pans from the drying rack back in the cabinets. He straightened the rug underneath the coffee table. Tidying. As self-sufficient as Steve lived, Billy had picked up quickly enough that his outward affections were done through actions.

He liked making dinner with Billy at home. He even coerced Billy into the first grocery store he’d stepped into in years.

Steve enjoyed pulling Billy onto his chest to watch a movie. Billy liked that too, even though he wished Steve didn’t stuff his utility invoices into the kitchen utensil drawer before Billy arrived.

They were both strong personalities who valued control, but Billy had learned such a thing came in different mediums. Steve didn’t like the leash of money. “Don’t collar me in diamonds. I’m not a poodle,” he’d once said.

Billy did not take kindly to commands. To exist like a bull guided by the ring in his nose.

Yet here they both were, Steve slowly allowing Billy to furnish his interests, and kissing Billy’s cheek when he reluctantly accepted the task of chopping onions.

Billy sat on the bed and rubbed his arm. If anything, Steve only fell deeper inside his slumber. Slowly, Billy lifted him out by planting kisses along his hairline. All at once, Steve emerged with a shake of his head, as if to swat Billy off before the chuckle in his chest made Steve moan, “Bhh…lly?”

He slanted his arm across Steve’s body, pressing his hand into the bed. “Hi, baby. I’m heading out. I should be back next Friday.”

Steve’s full, parted lips twitched with a puzzled grimace. “Huh?”

“I’m going out of town.”

One of Steve’s eyelids hung lower over his groggy eyes. Billy thought it looked cute. “You wait till I’m half-asleep to tell me?”

Billy huffed a laugh, but it faded quickly. “I told you during dinner. I asked you to come, but you said you couldn’t get the vacation days.”

Steve’s eyes sagged closed in a long blink. He sniffed loudly and rubbed a palm over his nose while he shifted for better attentiveness. “I can’t get vacation days with only a twenty-four hour notice.”

“There was something about sick days from two jobs not aligning for an extended vacation,” Billy recalled stiffly.

Steve did not respond well to the bitterness. “I’m not my own boss. If I’d had more time, I could’ve done a long weekend—”

“I’ll be gone for two weeks.”

That left Steve’s mouth open while he shifted to sit up more on the pillows. “You didn’t say that during dinner.”

It should’ve been some consolation, Steve’s being upset at such a time frame. Two weeks apart was hardly unbearable. For regular people. For Billy, it only confirmed his distaste for Steve’s unrelenting schedule.

“Now you want to go?”

Steve’s eyes hardened as much as they could for being freshly disturbed from sleep. “It was never about not wanting to go. I literally can’t without being thrown off the payroll.”

“You work two jobs.”

Steve’s eyes wandered, as if searching for his meaning. “Yeah?”

Billy didn’t want to talk about this the night before he left but his frustration won out. “You don’t have to work two jobs. You know that, don’t you?”

He could see something wilt behind Steve’s face. “What are you saying?”

“You know what I’m saying.”

“No. I don’t.”

“Steve,” he sighed, lifting off his hand to sit on his own. “You know I don’t mind paying for things.”

“You’ve made that clear,” Steve returned stiffly.

Billy pointed turquoise eyes at him. “Money is meant to be spent. Why won’t you let me spend it on you?”

Those eyes locked on the muscles in Steve’s jaw clenching. Steve could feel those irises on him, dissecting him. He wondered if Billy saw his mother’s closet. More like a bank vault. Full of insurances for the day she finally saw fit to drop her husband and all of his betrayals, all of his business blunders that she was tired of dishing a sapphire out for to cover the losses.

An ironic thing, Mr. Harrington’s greatest business scheme: apologizing with luxurious things. Marrying a woman smarter than himself. Maybe that’s why Steve had sought out Nancy all those years ago. Why he loved Robin’s company and conversation. He did feel safe in strong women’s company. But their safety was hard earned and shrewdly won.

Respect how a woman spends her money, Stevie. Even if you don’t know where it comes from.

Sweetheart, you’ll never understand what it is to be a woman in a man’s world.

I love your daddy as much as he infuriates me beyond belief. But where I come from, nobody is handsome enough. Nobody is wealthy enough. A Rolex is a man’s prideful status symbol. A woman’s bags are her divorce lawyer’s payments. A man’s car is the steed to a shining knight. A woman’s diamond necklace is her first apartment out of an unsafe home.

Am I really just a trust fund kid? Steve had been brazen enough to ask. Another diamond in his mother’s closet.

She had stroked his cheek, raked her fingers through his hair and around his ear before pinching his earlobe in that way she did. Like she wanted him to keep looking right at her. Don’t turn your head.

Anyone who treats you like a trust fund for money or a good time is plastic, baby.

She hadn’t taught him how to navigate this, though. Maybe if he’d been a daughter, he’d have gotten that lesson. How to not be ensnared by money. How to keep wealth as a key to a cage.

But Steve only knew the cage. Had grown up in it. Had to face heartbreak and loneliness to break out of his gilded bars.

He did not judge his mother for relying on his father. As she’d said, she came from a different world with a different mentality. But Steve couldn’t do it anymore. He couldn’t meet all of his father’s caveats. Had too much fun being broke with Robin to desire gilded masks and grey grey grey grey grey suits.

A warm hand touched his arm. “I don’t like it when you do that,” Billy said. “Go somewhere I can’t reach.”

Steve’s hand overlapped his. He hoped it came across as encouraging instead of farewell. “Get your work done. There’s no point in me taking a vacation if you’re working the whole time.”

It didn’t work. Billy’s features stiffened, far from pleased.

And when he left the apartment, Steve felt his path like a negative space dug out of his home. Billy Hargrove had always dominated a room, but Steve was afraid of being wrung out before he left with permanence. Steve didn’t think Billy was a cage at all.

But he didn’t think he was strong enough to be a diamond in Billy’s closet.

[st0nesnglitter]

Birthday cake

It’s @quindolyn s birthday (removal day) so uuuuuh i wrote this for her, it’s pretty bad but wanted to give her something.

Poly relationship <3

Fem!reader

Sexual themes but no smut.

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Remus had his brows knit together as he tried to maneuver to piping bag of frosting. It pained him to know that there was no chocolate in the cake, but it wasn’t for him so he just pushed through. Sirius was out getting you a new dress, one that you’d been eyeing at the store, whilst James was out distracting you from what was going on.

The morning had started slow and they didn’t make a fuzz about your birthday. Just soft kisses and happy wishes. You didn’t complain, of course, but since they made any other kind of holiday a big deal you expected some celebrations. But they seemed busy: Remus going to the store right after breakfast, Sirius had some errands in the city and James really wanted out on a walk with you.

Sirius walked into the door with a bilzilion bags in his hands and shot Remus a grin.

”Thought we said one dress and one necklace” Remus said scolding, but with a playful sparkle in his eyes, and pressed a kiss against the shorter males head.

”Gotta take care of our girl, Rem, now help me set everything up” Sirius placed all the bags on the table, taking out boxes full of jewelery and pretty blouses in giftbags.

”Think she will it?” Sirius asked whilst chewing on his lip nervously, looking at all the gifts that surrounded Remus’ lopsided cake.

”Of course, Jamie also got her this pretty lil’ number for tonight” Remus mumbled against Sirius head, ”more like a gift for ourselves”.

Sirius chuckled before looking down at his clock.

”You know, we should have some time over before they come home” his hands sneaked their way under Rem’s shirt, ”wanna warm up for tonight?”

The lanky man sighed as he felt lips against his neck making their way up to his jaw, but he snapped out of it when he remembered the other preparations they had left.

”C’mon Si, not without our girl on her special day” Remus pushed him away slightly, ”gotta keep decorating”.

After twenty minutes the house James had bought for the four of you was filled with balloons and they had lit some candles around the livingroom.

James pulled on your head to try and get you to walk by the windows without you looking in.

”What’s with you Jamie?” You asked as he fumbled with the keys.

”It’s a special day, love!”

When you walked in Sirius yelled a ’surprise!’ and Remus just stood and smiled. You could barely see the wood of the table underneath all the boxes. And you started connecting the dots. Three very busy boyfriends that happened to all have stuff to do on your birthday. Of course they planned a surprise.

You sat in a hill of wrapping paper and bags thrown around you. Your neck had three new necklaces on it, your hand felt heavy from the rings they had made you put on. One with horns, one with a moon and one with a paw.

And then it came to the clothes. They wanted a fashion show with everything and were sat in a row on the couch. Wolfwhistles, dropping jaws and applause met you everytime you walked out in front of them.

”That’s all” you said with a smile as you sat down onto the table in front of the couch.

”Not quite” James mumbled and gave you another box. You lifted up the lid and rolled your eyes.

”Oh this is for me is it?” You giggled as you picked up the red babydoll.

”Of course!” Sirius said with a grin and nodded his head toward the bedroom so you could change.

You thought they deserved an extra treat since they had been so generous with your gifts, so you walked out in the lingerie and some heels.

”Holy fuck” James mumbled and lifted his hips slighlty to fix his tightening pants.

”Well now it’s time for you final-final gift” Remus said as he stood up, ”the best birthday sex you’ll ever have”.

[full-of-roman-angst-trash]

Happy Father's Day

This is a father's day fanfic. This is set in the Kindergarten Teachers AU.

Pairings: Romantic Roceit, Romantic Remlosleep (Remus x Logan x Remy), Platonic Moxiety

This fanfic includes: Trans!Remy (FTM), Nonbinary!Roman, Agender!Remus (Ze/Zem), Kid!Patton, Kid!Virgil.

Also here’s a quick list of what every gender-neutral term in this fanfic stands for-

Nopa- taken from ’(no)n-binary (pa)rent’

Baba- based on ‘Mama/Dada/Papa’. Also means dad in some languages and grandmother in others.

Zaza- a mashup of 'mama/dada/papa’ and the gender-neutral pronouns 'Ze/Zir’ or ‘Ze/Zem’. 

Zizi- neutral based on Italian for Aunt (Zia) and Uncle (Zio)

This is really bad. I really need to stop writing things in a hurry. I might delete this later.

Patton has alway loved summer. Heloved the hot weather and family holidays. But what he loved more was being able to have sleepovers with his befriend Virgil as often as they wanted. The two of them have known each other since birth since their parents are friends. They do everything together. At the moment they’re trying to brainstorm about what they should do for their parents for Father's day. They need gifts for Logan, Janus, and Remy so they had quite a bit of planning to do. 

"How about we start with your papa, Pat?" Virgil asks.

Patton nods, "Alright! How about we try asking baba and zizi Remus for help?"

Roman and Remus don't really like getting gifts for Father's day. The two of them prefer Parents' Day, so they’re usually able to help the two kids with getting gifts for their dads.

Virgil smiles, "Okay! Well let's go ask my zaza if he can call your nopa over."

The two of them stand up and go to the kitchen. 

Remus isn't at work today since the hospital ze works at is temporarily closed for repairs. Thankfully, ze's still getting paid, so he doesn’t mind the small vacation.

Once Virgil and Patton get to the kitchen, Virgil runs over to Remus and tugs on zir shirt.

Remus looks down at him and smiles, "What's up, pebble?"

Virgil smiles brightly, "Can you help us get gifts for uncle Janus, pops, and dad?"

"Sure!" He turns to Patton, "Do you want me to call your nopa over?"

Patton nods, "Yes, please!"

"Alright. You guys go wait in the living room while I call them."

The two kids nod and run back to the living room. After a while, Remus joins them. 

"Okay, Ro should be here soon. How about we start brainstorming some ideas while we wait for them to show up, yeah?"

"Okay!" Virgil and Patton excitedly say at the same time.

The three of them brainstorm for about 15 minutes before there's a knock on the door. 

Remus stands up and goes over to the door, opening it.

"Hey, Rem!" Roman says with a bright smile.

“Hey,” They share a brief hug before the two of them walk back to the couch.

"Baba!" Patton goes over and hugs Roman.

"Hi my little prince!" They hug Patton back and kiss his forehead, making the boy giggle.

"Let's get daddy's gift!" The little boy says cheerfully after kissing his parent's cheek.

"Alright, alright."

They break the hug and the four of them go back to thinking of gift ideas.

~~~~~

Remy came home at around two pm. He usually works at home, but this day he had to go to a client's house. When he walks in he sees Remus and Virgil on the couch. Both of them are smiling brightly and Virgil seems to be holding something behind his back.

"Hi, you two." Remy says with a hint of curiosity in his voice. 

Remus stands up and goes over to him, kissing his cheek.

"Hi, love. How are you feeling?"

Remy shrugs, "I'm alright. What are you guys doing?"

Virgil giggles and goes over to him, "Here, pops!" He holds out a present, "Happy father's day!"

"Oh, buddy," He takes the gift before giving Virgil a hug, “Thank you."

Virgil hugs him back, "No problem!' He pulls away after a while, "Now, hurry up and open it!"

Remy chuckles, "Okay, okay."

The three of them sit down on the couch. Remy opens the gift. Inside the box was a necklace with a heart on it, some markers, and a handmade card. 

"Aww, thank you guys. I love them." 

He hugs both Virgil and Remus. They hug him back.

"No problem, pops! I'm happy you like them!"

"Of course, love."

~~~~~

At around four pm, Logan came home. Despite the fact that it was summer, Logan still has to work. He usually is working on writing curriculums, going to conferences, workshops, and presentations. Today he had to go to a board meeting at the school. 

He goes inside and is a bit surprised when he sees the living room empty. Usually around this time, Virgil is watching TV or Remy is working in the living room. He walks into the kitchen and smiles when he sees his family there. Remus is making dinner while Remy and Virgil are talking at the dinner table. 

"Salutations guys."

"Oh! Hi, starlight. How was the meeting?" Remus asks, looking over at him with a smile.

Logan walks over to the table, sitting down next to Remy after kissing Virgil's head. "It was fine. How are you all doing?"

Remy rests his head on Logan’s shoulder and smiles, "We're doing well. Virge has something for you though."

Logan holds Remy close and raises a brow. He looks over at his son. “You do?"

Virgil smiles and holds out a gift for him, "Happy Father's day, dad!”

Logan smiles brightly and takes it, "Thank you, Virgil. I appreciate it."

He opens the gift. The gift included an astrology book, an expensive pen, and a card that Virgil made.

“Do you like it, dad?” Virgil asks.

Logan ruffles his hair, “I love it. Thank you again for the gift. I love you."

The little boy laughs and leans into the touch, "Love you too!"

~~~~~

Janus came home at around eight pm. He was tired after a long day of working on paperwork and talking to clients. He goes inside and immediately gets hugged by Patton.

"Daddy! You’re home," he says joyfully. 

Janus hugs him back and rubs his back, "Yup. Where's baba?"

Patton pulls away from the hug and smiles, "He's in the kitchen. Come on!"

Patton leads Janus to the kitchen, "Baba, daddy is here!"

Roman looks over and smiles. They go over and kiss Janus briefly."Welcome home, darling. How was work?"

He sighs,"Tiring, but it's whatever. Is there any left over dinner? I'm hungry."

Roman smiles sadly and kisses his cheek, "Yeah. I'll serve you some. But first, Patton wants to give you something. Come on."

Roman leads Janus over to the table and gently sits them down.

Patton walks over and gives Janus his gift, "Happy father's day, papa. I hope you like the gift!"

Janus takes it and smiles, "Thank you, sweetie."

He opens it and takes out a paper award that says 'Best dad ever' and a watch.

"Oh, kiddo," He sets the gifts on the table before hugging Patton, "Thank you so much. I love you."

Patton hugs him back and kisses his cheek, "Of course, daddy! I love you too!"

Janus pulls away from the hug after a while and smiles.

"How about after you eat, my love, we watch a movie?" Roman asks.

Janus nods, "Yeah, that sounds nice."

[pixie88]

Laila's Birthday

Chapter 15 - Always the Bridesmaid.

A/N: Sorry AGAIN I haven’t uploaded anything new in the last week. I have been away and writing loads. But today I think I wrote the last chapter for ATB maybe... I’m not sure yet. I don’t know how long I want to make this series. Thanks for being patience with me! I hope you like it.

If you would like to be ADDED or REMOVED just let me know! I hate to annoy people with tags.

Read previous chapters HERE!

Song: Bill Medley, Jennifer Warnes - (I've Had) The Time Of My Life

Warnings: Fluff & NSFW

Word Count: 2806 Sorry it’s a long one.

Pairings: Laila x Harry

Enjoy!

Daniel had worked his magic on them both "We'll see you tonight D" Nikki calls back as they leave. "Are the kids coming tonight?"

"I was going to bring them, but Stu's Mum said she would have them. So, I'm letting loose tonight" They both laugh "My dad has said Harry and I can stay the night. No need to worry about staggering home"

"Just the worry of keeping the noise down when you go to bed" Nikki winks at her "Oh god!" she rolls her eyes at her.

They say their goodbyes as the part ways to head home.

~*~*~*~

Laila decides on a blue floral wrap dress, she looks herself over in the mirror. Harry comes up behind her and rest his head on her shoulder as his arms wrap around her "Well, birthday girl, don't you look stunning!" she blushes "Why thank you!" she winks at his reflection.

"You ready to go?" He kisses her neck "Yeah, we better go now.... I have a feeling we won't leave otherwise," he chuckles "You're right, let's go!" they leave her flat and head to her parents house.

As soon as they arrive at her parents garden everyone wishes her a Happy birthday. Laila pulls Harry over to her Grandad "Grandad, this is Harry, Harry, this is my grandad Ezra" Harry smile and holds out his hand to Ezra, who takes it "Nice to meet you Ezra" Ezra smile "Nice to meet the guy who has made my granddaughter smile again!"

Harry looks over to her with a smile "No threats grandad?" Laila jokes "Poppet, does it look like I can take this fella?" they laugh. Nikki wanders over with a glass of Prosecco and a beer for the pair "Laila, you go have fun with ya friends" Ezra tells her. They go over to the group Rem hands the group a shot each "Rem!!" Laila whines, but Rem's laughs "Stop being a little girl" they all knock back the Sambuca shot, all hissing with disgust at the taste.

"Argh! That's awful!" Laila hisses, they do a few more shots before grabbing some food "Laila, will you come inside for a minute" Liz calls her over, Terry follows them. She leads them into the living room "Mum, what is it?" Terry moves to stand with his wife and they hand Laila an envelope "What's this?" Liz is over excited "Your birthday present from us"

"Oh, thanks. I'll open it later," she smiles at them "No, Laila could you open it now?" Terry pleads with her, she huffs opening the envelope as soon as she can't believe her eyes.

She's speechless, Terry and Liz are beaming.

Laila walks out into the garden still shocked over her parents gift "Lai?" Nate smiles at her "Are you OK?" he asks "Erm...I think so...Mum and Dad just gave me, my birthday present"

"Ah! The 31st birthday present," she looks over to him "You got it too?" he laughs "Lai, we all did!"

"I wasn't expecting it! Maybe at 18 but 31? Nate it's a lot of money! I feel bad for taking it!" she whispers "I'm glad they kept it until we are in our 30's. I would have wasted it at 18! Lai, don't! They have done this, so we can put down roots...You could buy your own salon... in or out of London. Don't feel bad" she starts to tear up "It's just so generous! I wasn't expecting it" he pulls his sister in for a hug "You doughnut!"

Harry spots Nate hugging Laila, he knows something is up with her. He makes his excuses and wanders over "Laila?" she hears him call over her shoulder, Nate loosens his arms from around his sister, he smiles as he leaves her with Harry. She turns, he notices she has been crying "Laila, what's wrong?" he cups her face and catches her tears with his thumb, his eyes burn into hers "Hey, it's my party and I'll cry if I want to! Right?" she laughs.

"But what has upset you?" He asks concerned "Can we go and speak somewhere quiet?" He nods. She leads him inside and up to her old bedroom, he chuckles "I remember the last time we were in here," she smirks "Are you going to tell me why you've been crying?" She sits on the bed, he takes his place next to her "It's stupid really. My parents, they gave me this as a birthday gift," she hands him the envelope "You can open it! I got a bit overwhelmed by it," he opens the envelope and looks down at it "Wow! That's a lot of money"

"They have been putting in since we were babies! But they have waited until we were in our 30's to give it us. Mum said we would appreciate it more! I just feel bad," he hands it back to her "No need to be! They did this for you because they love you" He pulls her to his chest and kisses the top of her head. He suddenly lays back onto the bed, pulling her with him, she looks up at him "Nate said I should get my own salon in or out of London" she laughs, "You'd leave London?"

"Maybe if I found the perfect place, but it's just an idea," she smiles at him "Hopefully not too soon?" she can tell he doesn't like the idea "I don't even know what to do yet," he cups he face "Whatever you decide whether it's in or out of the M25 I'm going to be right there with you" he brushes the stray strand of hair out of her face "Duuuuh! I need someone to lift those heavy boxes!" she teases him.

He laughs before flipping her onto her back, pinning her arms down "Just a removal man, ay?" she grins biting her lip "Maybe..." she winks up at him "So does this make you, my sugar mumma," she rolls her eyes "Depends what your limits are?" She cocks her brow at him "For you, I don't have any!"

His face moves closer to hers, this man has her weak with just one look, his scent, his touch. His lips hover just itches away from her, "We better get downstairs before people come looking for you," he whispers, his eyes never leave hers.

She composed herself, "You're right let's go!" he gets up and they head down. He's close behind "There you are!" Rem pulls them over for more shots "We are playing never have I ever" an unimpressed Alec informs them "Harry, why don't you get your brothers and sister over"

Laila calls them over Chris and Will sit it out "As Laila and Harry when off to play hide and seek they're next! Harry, you first!" Rem cheers, Harry thought hard for a few seconds "Never have I ever had sex in a car!" Rem, Nate, Max, Jade, Katrina, Priya, Izzy, Arthur,  Brad, Alec, Alene, Stu, Nikki and Laila all do a shot. He looks towards his girlfriend with a raised brow "My past is my past, but maybe it can be your future" she winks at him, he blushes. Rem pretends to gag!

"I guess it's my turn now! Never have I ever had sex against a tree," she laughs knowing already who will have to drink. She was right Nikki, Stu and Alene drink "Wait, that wasn't a 3 some, right?" Rem asks "What!! NO!" Alene hisses "It's me next?" Izzy questions.

Rem nods.

"Never have I ever gone down on a guy!" Rem, Nikki, Jade, Katrina, Priya, Alec and Laila, who looks up at Harry as she takes her shot he winks. Which didn't go unnoticed by Izzy "You guys are making me want to vom!" She jokes "How do you think I feel all of my brother's wives drank! Yes, I saw you Priya, Jade and Katrina" Max goes next to change the subject "Never have I ever slept with any other people than my wife" a few of the group huff. Laila, Harry, Alene, Izzy, Nate, Jade, Priya, Arthur, Brad, Rem and Alec drink.

This made Laila want to raise the question of how many women had he slept with? The game goes on by the end all are more than tipsy. Laila head over to get a glass of Prosecco, all the open bottles are empty. Terry comes over with a open one "Thanks dad!"

"You having fun sweetie?" She nods "Just these glasses aren't big enough!"

Josie chuckles over her shoulder "Just drink from the bottle, it's your birthday!" Laila contemplates it before grabbing the bottle and taking a swig as she sits "She might be a Carelli, but she's an Anderson at heart!" Ezra laughs, "Laila!! That's not very lady like!" Pat hisses at her "Wait! No, it's not!" Josie hands her an extra long straw "There that's better!" Josie baits Pat, who shook her head in disgust.

"What did your boyfriend get you poppet?" Ezra asks her as she starts to lean against him on the bench "Aww Grandad, he got me this," she raised her necklace from her neck, he takes a look "Aww Poppet that's like the one my mum had," she smiles at him, "It is!" Liz coos "That's why your dad was going through all our photo's a few weeks back" Terry winks "All I'm saying is that boy really put some thought in what to get you. Now are we doing the candles on this cake"

Liz rushes off to light the candles, everyone starts to sing happy birthday to her, she gets a bit teary. She blows out her candles, the music starts back up Time of my life - Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes is playing Liz drags Terry to dance with her. Laila looks over to Harry, he shook his head as if to say no. She gets up and makes her way over to him giving him, her best pouty face, "Please? It is my birthday," he huffs but with a smile "Come on then! But I'll warn you my dance moves are aw..." she pulls him over to a free space.

They start dancing, he spins her "You said you couldn't dance!" he chuckles "I don't have any rhythm!" she grins,"Your rhythm is perfectly fine!" she winks as she whispers. He pulls her in close, so her body is pressed against his as they move, his lips come to her ear "That's a bit different...and it's a bit public to use those kinda moves" she blushes at his words.

He looks around at the others dancing "How big is this back garden?" he whispers, "Big enough..Why?" he grins, "Follow me!!" he takes her hand and walks towards the trees at the back, the further they walk the more the lights from the house fade. "Harry, where are you taking me?" she giggles, he turns to her smiling, he starts to run, pulling her with him, they get deeper into the trees.

"Harry?" suddenly he pins her body against one the trees, his lips roughly capture hers. His kiss is desperate, she barely catches her breath as his hands move over her curves. His lips move to her neck, nipping as they move, his hands slip to the back of her thighs lifting her. She drapes her arms over his shoulders, she pulls his lips back to hers. Her hands slip between them unbuckling his belt, he smirks against her lips "Are we OK out here?" he asks.

"I don't really know, but to be honest...I don't care" moving her underwear to the side as the pads of his fingers brush over her apex, he grins against her lips "Like I'll ever not be ready for you!" she whispers. He unzips his jeans, pushing them down just enough, he thrust into her, she moans aloud his lips crash to hers to drown out her cries.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, a growl escapes his lips. He clutches a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back "Still long enough to pull on!"  He smirks against her ear. His grip quickly loosens "Oh..hmm...Harry!!"

He groans against her skin, she clenches around him meaning she's close his pace speeds up. It's not long until she reaches her high "Harry! Yes!" she moans a little too loudly. She feels him smirk against her neck "There's no way they didn't hear that gorgeous!" She giggles "I don't care! It's my birthday!" He's close, moving faster, it's not long until he falls over the edge he grunts as his body jerks.

Both panting, trying to catch their breath, he rests his forehead against hers "Is that what you brought me out here for?" she's smirking at him "Maybe" he winks. Letting her down, he tucks his shirt back into his jeans "Harry, I can ask you anything right?" he looks over to her curious and nods.

"Max's never have I ever, how many have you slept with? You don't have to answer if you don't want to...it's just you know my number but I don't know yours" he chuckles and pulls her to his chest, "I don't mind! Our relationship is built on honesty right?" she nods "So including you? My magic and lucky number is...5" she looks up at him "5? That's it?" he chuckles "You know most girlfriends would be happy with a low number"

"I am but you had a 3 some?" he shook his head at her "Yeah, I had 1 girlfriend before the 3 some then that happened with 2 girls which happened because I was heartbroken. Gemma then you my lucky number 5!" he kisses the top of her head "You thought I was a man slut didn't you?" She laughs, "No..I just mean...well, look at you! Why haven't you been with more women?" he blushes "Because my love, you may think your boyfriend is the sexiest man alive but I'm not built for one night stands. I will only sleep with a girl if I see a future with her! That 3 some was a huge mistake one I can't take back but I have moved on from"

"So you see a future with me?!" she teases him "I do! But I have a question for you!" he smirks "What's your number?" she laughs, "That's a joke, right? But I'm game, including you?....Let me think," she begins to count on her fingers "....hmm...32..33...34...!" his fingers dig into her ribs tickling her "Ahhh! OK, it's 3!" she giggles "It's 3! You're my third time lucky" he stops, wrapping her in his arms "Come on, we better get back before people come looking for us" they take a slow walk back to the house.

A few more drinks later most have started heading home, it's late, Laila cuddles up to Harry "Shall we head up?" he asks stroking her arm, she nods "Laila, before you do...erm I have a lunch date, Wednesday are you free to come with me?" Alene asks "Erm..I'm working, but I can take my lunch break around the time you meet? Somewhere near the salon?" Alene nods "Maybe Harry could come? So, I'm not the third wheel?"

"I would love to gorgeous, but I'm back to back all day" Laila sighs "Maybe Rem?" she asks, "No!! Erm, don't want to do a meet the family on the first date," she awkwardly smiles at her "Oh, OK, I get it! So, just message me a time and place and I'll meet you. Right now I'm ready to crawl into bed!" she yawns "Come on, lets get you upstairs" Harry gets up and pulls her up with him, they say their good nights and head to bed.

They have no intention on sleep just yet.

~*~*~*~

Wednesday Laila finally reaches the restaurant she and Alene agreed to meet at on her lunch break. Laila walks in and the waitress take her to the table, Alene spots her, her date has her back toward Laila, but from what she could see from her clothes she was an older woman.

They reach the table, she soon recognizes the older lady, it may have been over 10 years since she last saw her, but she could never forget the face of the woman who disowned her son over his sexuality.

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 16.

@lem-20 @aussieez @secretaryunpaid @shewillreadyou @khoicesbyk @casualpostqueen @irisofpurple @tea-me-kah​  @gloriousalmondvoiddreamer​

[rebelmeg]

This is for a beautiful fic my Rem wrote, “From the Heart (Literally)”

Thank you, @newnewyorker93​, for giving me the inspiration to finally fill this @pepperonybingo​ square!  Especially for the parallels that you mentioned in the fic that gave me the lightbulb idea for this moodboard!

Title: Moodboard for “From the Heart (Literally)” by newnewyorker/remreader Collaborator: rebelmeg Square Filled: B1 - Shrapnel Necklace Ship: Pepperony Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: Exchanging gifts from the heart is kind of a thing Tony and Pepper do.

[thebadgerclan]

A Future With Them

Pairing: James Potter x reader x Remus Lupin

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: You can’t wait for the future

A/N: After today, I need some fluff XD

The half moon shone through the window as you were wrapped in your lovers’ arms.  Both James and Remus were naked, as were you, having just finished making love.  Sirius was off with some Hufflepuff girl, and none of you knew where Peter was, so the dormitory was empty save the three of you.  James spooned you from behind, his chest against your back while Remus laid on his side facing you, his thumb tracing over your cheekbone.

“I love you,” he whispered, moving a bit closer to you, his hand now resting on the back of your neck.  “I love you too, Rem.”  James sighed happily, few things made him as happy as having both of you close to him.  He fiddled with the necklace around his neck, a gift from you and Remus for your anniversary.  “I never want to be without you two,” James said, kissing your temple and gripping Remus’ arm.

You smiled, cuddling closer to your lovers.  “Me either, Jamie.”  Remus took his hand, pressing his lips to it.  “We’re yours forever.”  “I wanna get married,” James said, and you shifted to look at him.  “What?”  “Not now, but yeah, I wanna marry you.  Both of you.”  Remus propped himself on an elbow and pressed a kiss to James’ lips.  “I wanna marry you too, James.”  You pulled both of your boys in for a kiss, resting back against the pillows.

“When?” you asked, and James tightened his arm around your waist.  “Hmm?”  “When do you wanna get married?”  “Maybe a few years after we get out of school,” he said, a small smile on his face at the thought of you in a white dress, Remus in his dress robes, waiting to marry him.  “Give us a little time before locking ourselves down.”  Remus laughed, absentmindedly stroking your hair.  “James, we want to lock ourselves down with you.”

“Alright,” James said, waving a hand in the air.  “Then give us time to get jobs and stuff.  Better?”  “Much,” you said, pressing a kiss to his cheek.  A few moments passed in silence before you spoke.  “Do you guys want a family?”  “Yes,” James said without hesitation.  “I want a family with you and Remus, Y/N, I want a family with you so bad.”  “Rem?”

Remus hesitated before he answered.  “Of course I do, I  just don’t want our kids to be like…me.”  “Oh, baby,” you said, moving closer into his arms.  “I don’t give a damn if our kids have a little fur.  I just want them to be ours.”  James took Remus’ hand, squeezing it gently.  “We love you for you, Remus.  And if our kids are ‘like you’, we’ll love them just the same.”  “You will?”  “Of course we will,” you said, kissing him gently.

“We’ll get a house,” you elaborated, James pulling you a bit closer.  “Somewhere in the country.  It’ll have a big garden.  And we’ll travel, see the world.”  “I’d love that,” Remus said, and James nodded.  “I love you so much, loves,” you said, kissing both their cheeks.  “We love you too, Y/N, so, so much.”

[komoryriku]

Queering KH Part 4: Hearts in Tune

Actually KH Finally lol

Pictured: Riku humming Sora’s name in a soft, adoring, wistful voice the way a swooning straight person sighs the name of their beloved of the opposite gender.

Kingdom Hearts gives off so many subtextual signals of queer coding that it genuinely BAFFLES me how people can really believe it is straight. You may be wondering what makes me so confident in that when there has not been anything in the games to explicitly prove any of the characters are not straight, and I will be happy to tell you. It is because in order to believe Kingdom Hearts is straight, you have to ignore WAY too much subtext. To truly believe that Sora is in love with Kairi and only coded to be interested in Kairi, you have to ignore his questioning of what love is. You have to ignore the combined keyblade he shares with Riku. You have to ignore how much the narrative is driving him to understand that Riku is his most important, cherished person. This all goes doubly for Riku who has a coming out story not unlike Elsa’s metaphorical one, in which his love for Sora is his greatest source of strength. You have to pretend the necklace gifting plot point is entirely straight and cannot possibly mean anything homoromantic. You have to ignore the way Sora cries while clutching Riku’s hand compared to his subdued and non-emotional reunion with Kairi- that’s just too much “accidental subtext” for me to confidently ignore lol. Intentional or not, KH is Gay~

Here’s how we’re gonna do this.

So where the hell do I even begin with coding KH? Well- I can’t possibly queer the whole of KH text in 1 summer, so what I plan to do is this:

Give you the tools to understand KH’s coding so that you can code it yourself~

Queer a few major KH scenes so that everyone can see that the proof is in the pudding.

I’m gonna try to break down various scenes to decode them and queer them so you can see what’s at play in KH. Originally when this meta was a single doc, I was only gonna cover 4 scenes. But since I’m breaking it into parts to update at my leisure, I’m gonna just add scenes and meta as I go~

Now without further ado:

How the Hearts in Tune scene is Gay Coded

This shouldn’t be too hard at all.~

This scene is almost too easy. 

The scene opens with Sora bringing Mickey the sound idea he found but as it turns out, one sound idea is not enough. Sora tells us not to worry because he has a friend who is always picking up the slack for him. Likewise, on Riku’s end, he brings his sound idea to Mickey and is surprised to see that Sora’s sound idea is necessary to complete the song. 

Once the sound ideas meet, this beautiful visual plays out in which the 2 sound ideas swirl around each other and the soundtrack title “Dearly Beloved” plays. 

Now, there are several things I want to note about this sequence- heck this visual alone before we move on. 

Recall earlier when I discussed Shiki’s point that blue and pink (likewise blue and red) “go together”, romantically.

I will let the visual of Sora’s sheet music being pink while Riku’s is blue speak for itself. But I will also add how this ties into the yin and yang themes I’m about to discuss:

Yin and Yang

This concept gets its own section because it’s such an influential concept in so many aspects of various cultures around the globe.

Yin and Yang is an eastern philosophy which illustrates the concept of dualism. In short, it is the concept that 2 opposite halves are complements to a whole. The original term in fact translates to dark-bright.  

I am neither a philosophy professor or student so I will keep this as brief as I can and simply encourage you to study up on Yin and Yang at your own leisure. I will however paste this section from wikipedia because I think it is extremely helpful information to have for studying eastern media in general. 

Yin and Yang: husbanded opposing forces. Dark-Light, Moon-Sun, Chaos-Order, Winter-Summer, Negative-Positive.

Female (Yin)-Male (Yang): Yes this is often used in a heteronormative heterosexual context because people are homophobic and believe in gender binaries, unfortunately, but I implore you to consider the concept in more figurative, spiritual, aesthetic themes, especially since Yin and Yang is a much grander philosophy than mere sexuality discourse; it’s about complementary forces creating a whole. 

For shipping purposes, think opposites attract. Think concepts that are traditionally associated with femininity meshing with concepts that are traditionally associated with masculinity. Queer media has a wonderful way of subverting heteronormative Yin and Yang tropes by showing that cis-hetero standards can be hypocritically non-compliant with the complementary concept.

Rather than thinking of this, 2 heteros in love based on being just- the same person with opposite genders:

Think of this, same gendered couples with complementary personalities:

Think about how an aloof scrappy butchy vampire queen attracts an uptight calculating femme princess.

Think about how this goody-goody dumb jock with a martyring hero complex attracts this naughty cunning jock with a self-loathing villaness complex.

And now think about how badly we need more canonical mlm couples in children’s media lol. Oops my finger slipped. But I’m getting ahead of myself lol.

The concepts of interconnected opposite forces are so important and prominent in literature throughout the world, but yin and yang is ESPECIALLY important in Kingdom Hearts because it is a story that explicitly explores Light and Dark forces. It explores how they both oppose one another in catastrophic ways,

and how they complement each other in harmonious ways.

Getting ahead of myself again… But hey speaking of harmony, back to the matter at hand.

Hearts in Tune.

This scene shows a number of romantic symbols. As I was saying before the yin and yang tangent, pink and blue (nee red and blue) are already symbols of romantic suggestion. And in the case of them representing 2 parts of a whole song, these song pieces act as complementary halves, adding another layer of dualism to the scene. Furthermore, the music sheets swirl around each other in a yin and yang fashion. Harmony has been achieved. This lets us know these forces belong together. These forces representing Sora and Riku. They are husbanded together. These 2 hearts in question are part of each other. In fact, Mickey even says so:

Perhaps most damning, however, is that the song in question is “Dearly Beloved”, arguably the theme song for Kingdom Hearts as far as the score goes. I’m sure it goes without say that “Dearly Beloved” is not only in itself a romantic sounding phrase but it is also the phrase specifically said by officiators of weddings to the congregation before the wedding vows are exchanged. “Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today…” 

I will also mention that Riku’s dream eater symbol visible in the shot is specifically designed based on a bleeding heart flower, a symbol of passionate love. Credit to Steam for pointing this out here, please follow them and read their posts they are magically delicious:

So almost everything about this scene is aesthetically romantically coded, and I didn’t even mention the fact that Dream Drop Distance’s whole color palette is themed with rainbows, which as I said earlier is absolutely still a gay symbol in Japan. Note the rainbow of colors animating from the sheet music. 

So in terms of the atmosphere of the scene, its already incredibly homoromantic in every way I can think of. But what about the dialogue?

Well lets talk about the dialogue. Dialogue should always been read with care when you’re trying to queer a text. Often a lot of queer messaging in a text is subtextual. This means the text itself may actually say something gay, but you have to read further into it. This is an old method of queer writing designed to protect the writer from getting in trouble for their gay crimes.

Historical aside on this:  If you’ve ever read Oscar Wilde’s “The Picture of Dorian Gray”, you may have note that Lord Henry can never just simply say that he is gay, lest Oscar Wilde be charged for homosexuality in 19th century England. Instead, Lord Henry simply tells us he is married to a woman, but makes it clear throughout the text that this marriage is mostly performative and he is not emotionally invested in it whatsoever, going against the puritanical, heternormative ideals of Victorian prudery. Lord Henry is by contrast MUCH more invested in following the life and times of his very close friend Dorian Gray, with whom he shares a hedonistic philosophy in the name of Fin de siècle. Not to be a downer but for the sake of understanding how real this subject of oppressed gay censorship is, despite keeping the homosexual themes as purely subtext, Oscar Wilde was tried and convicted of homosexuality and this book was used against him in court. 

What we are privileged to have today with KH is a cutscene and not just a script. Meaning we have visuals, animation, voice acting, musical cues, etc etc to follow along with to enhance our subtext. 

On Sora’s end of the conversation, Mickey points out that the song is incomplete with just his sound idea alone, and Sora tells him not to worry, as Riku is his dependable friend who will fill in where he fails. The text in the official English translation is:

Mickey: That's strange... Is one Sound Idea not enough?

Sora: Don't worry. I've got a friend out there who will help. He's always 

picking up the slack for me.

This on its own sounds platonic. But note just how affectionate Sora’s voice acting is when he says it. Not only that, he clutches his heart to let us know how close he is to Riku and how much his connection with Riku matters to him. How much confidence he has in this friend he cares so much about. He then closes his eyes after saying it, smiling up in the air blissfully while he waits for their hearts to make their connection and finish the song.

Once it is finished, Mickey remarks that their sounds joined together to make something more powerful. Sora then says looking thoughtful, “Yeah. Two forces are better than one. Right, Riku?”

Following this, Sora leaves to fight the boss.

On Riku’s side, Mickey questions what happened, and Riku looks up thoughtfully, and says tenderly, “Sora.”

Mickey comments “Sora? Funny... Just hearing that name kinda makes me wanna smile.” and Riku tells him warmly, “Yeah. That's how he is.”

Mickey then goes on to say some really shippy stuff:

“Whaddaya know... Riku and Sora. The Sound Ideas you two set free joined together. And when they did, they made a great and powerful harmony.”

Riku then nods and tells Mickey brightly that “Sora can find the brightest part of anything, and pull off miracles like there's nothing to it. It's pretty hard not to smile around him.”

And I would like to pause to look at that line. “It’s pretty hard not to smile around him.” Although Mickey says the same thing, that just hearing Sora’s name invokes a smile, we sense a somewhat deeper meaning in Riku saying it. Why is that? Well, for one thing this game is entirely about Riku protecting Sora and exploring how much Sora actually means to him. This game is continuing Riku’s redemption arc from KH2, but it is also doing something perhaps even more important: it is providing him a journey of self discovery. This test resets Sora and Riku to level 1 so to speak, not just in their powers but even their models revert to variations of their KH1 selves. This helps to underscore Riku re-examining himself and his feelings. 

And then guess what? Mickey makes some even SHIPPIER commentary. He exclaims “Wow! No wonder the music sounded like so much fun. But I bet he's got you to thank for that. Having such a good friend means he could really enjoy it.”

Riku is taken aback by this comment. “Huh?”

Mickey continues, expressing some extremely yin and yang themed sentiments, 

“It's like each of you is holding on to a little part of the other. Your hearts are always in tune, so they're free to sing. Gosh, I hope I can be part of the team someday.”

Mickey did us a wonderful favor and expressed to us explicitly, for those who didn’t understand the romantic coding of the scene already, that Sora and Riku are a good match. Mickey tells Riku that the music sounded like fun in English, that it was a happy, pleasurable time, and tells him that Sora has Riku for a friend which is what must have made it so enjoyable. 

So from this dialogue we get assurance that Sora and Riku are two very close friends, whose hearts are connected, and they are 2 powerful forces that merge into an even greater one. Their hearts are in tune.

Now if this were a scene about a boy and a girl, I doubt anyone would question whether it was romantic. Why should we be asked to look at it platonically just because it is 2 boys? The romantic imagery is clear. 

And let me ask you this while we’re still on the subject of Dream Drop Distance: 

According to Riku’s character files, he had previously thought of Sora as a little brother, and tried to be a cool older brother to him. 

He then tells us that this has changed. What did it change to? 

The surface level, heteronormative answer would say it changed to them being merely friends. 

But isn’t that an odd regression? After all, found family is a thing, and that’s a bit weird for him to question since there is no reason for those feelings to change on that notion. If Sora loved him like a brother, that clearly hasn’t changed. Riku clearly loves Sora as deeply, so that didn’t change. The other problem with this phenomenon Riku is dealing with is that there is no reason for him to feel this strange sense of repression we keep seeing over this change. He is constantly holding back on some feelings for Sora but platonic and brotherly feelings are entirely acceptable. What is it that he is hiding? What sort of feelings for Sora would be hidden?

From the Kh2 Novel: 

He really did want to see Sora and talk. But that was impossible with this appearance. The things that mattered the most were what he couldn’t tell Sora. It had always been that way.

What sort of feelings might be systemically oppressed?

This scene is pretty much EXACTLY what I would do to say as explicitly as possible that Riku is gay without being able to say it outright due to censorship. 

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Hi!! This is cute little drabble for @figurative-siren-song ‘s RarePair Thing!! I hope you all enjoy it!! 🤗💝

Rare Pairing: Remy x Roman

Characters (order of appearance): Roman, Logan, Patton, Virgil, Remy

Warnings: Uh, food, and time anxiety.

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Roman twirled through the doorway, amping up the extra to his usual greeting back from classes.

“Hello, gorgeous family!” He cheered, rushing over to give his Papa a hug around the back.

“Roman, you seem very lively this evening,” Logan said, pausing his cooking to glance back at his son. “What’s the occasion?” Roman slipped to his Dad next, waiting to peck him on the cheek before answering.

“A grand one!” He slid next to his little brother, and ruffle his hair, causing the emo teen to sway his hand away.

“Ro, what the hell?” He sat up straight as Roman puffed his chest out.

“I,” he began. “Have a date tonight!!”

“What?” Patton shouted, dropping his hot chocolate mug onto the living room table. “Roman, that’s fantastic!! Oh my gosh, tell us everything!” He yanked his son onto the couch and sat next him, staring intently. “Logan!! Come on!”

“You all do realize that I’m in the midst of cooking, right??” Virgil chuckled and went to assist his father, allowing Roman to belt out his achievements with more reason.

“Ok, so we were leaving class together, and right when we were about to say goodbye, he grabs me, by the hand, and asks to go for dinner!” Patton lunges forward, encasing his eldest in a hug.

“Oh, I’m so happy for you, kiddo!” Meanwhile, Virgil and Logan were having their own conversation back in the kitchen. As Virgil arranged a couple dishes on the counter for the finished products, Logan continued his cooking.

“Honestly,” Virgil said. “Roman has been crushing on this guy for months. He had that whole, ‘love at first sight’ complex.”

“Why am I not surprised. He’s only brought this boy up a hundred dozen times a week.”

“Try per day,” Virgil scoffed.

“And yet, I’ve never seen this kid in my life.” Virgil shook his head.

“I know. But Remy is the kind of guy to just vanish. He’d be at the dinner table one moment and on a plane to Uganda the next.” Logan narrowed his eyebrows, unsure of how to process that. “But,” Virge continued. “I think this Remy guy is gonna be good for him.”

“You’ve met him?”

“Yeah, a few times. Sometimes he’s with Roman when he picks me up on Wednesday’s.” Logan nodded.

“And guess what!” Romans boisterous voice chimes in. “The two in the kitchen turned their attentions over to see Roman positively beaming, bouncing on his feet. “He got me a gift!” He reached into the collar of his shirt and pulled out a golden chain, the signature Hamilton star on the bottom.

“Oh, Roman, that’s beautiful!” Patton praised. He looked up at his son from the necklace. “So, when is the date?”

“At 7:00!”

“So what you’re saying is,” Logan pitches on from the kitchen. “You’re going to skip the meal that I’m working hard to make to go to a fancy diner with some near stranger — someone of which your dad and I have yet to even meet. Am I correct?”

“Ugh, Pops, come on, you know that I—“ Roman began, hoping to defend himself and make his father feel better.

“I know, Roman, I know, I’m just teasing.” Roman visibly relaxed just as Logan turned to smiled at his younger child. “That just means that your brother will have to have twice as much.”

“Ooh, you see, I would love to,” Virge started, awkwardly playing with his hands. “But...” He splayed his hands out as if to answer in silence. Logan merely chuckled, loving to be able to tease his children. He then turned to his eldest, wearing a straight face.

“Hang on a moment — Roman?” He said, slapping a spatula around. Roman hummed and looked up from admiring his necklace. “What on Earth are you doing? Your date is at seven, it’s six o’clock, come on, get your shit together, you’re going to be late!” Roman instantly jumped into action, bounding up the stairs, calling a “thank you” to his father.

By the time their meal had been set out and the three began to dig in, Roman finally emerged from the stairs. He came out wearing a red, floral print suit jacket and dark jeans, a white shirt beneath and a scarf around his neck.

“Oh, you look great, Roman!” Patton cheered, smiling even as his son rushed around to gather his things. Logan paused his eating to assist.

“Wallet?” Roman looked up before he confirmed that he was carrying his wallet. “Phone?” Another confirmation. “A gift if you have one? Earbuds? Stressball?” Roman has nodded along to all of them, freezing momentarily at the last one.

“Uh, well, I wasn’t going to bring that.” The two fathers peaked interest, while the younger son merely adapted to absorb the next information.

“How come?”

“Well, I mean, I don’t want him to think I’m nervous, let alone stressed to the point of needing fidget toys..”

“Well,” Patton spoke up. “I think it’s a good idea to bring it, just in case. But, I suppose the final decision comes down to you.” Roman gave a light smile and his dad returned it.

“Alright, then come sit with us until your boyfriend arrives.” Roman was quick to grow a light blush.

“Papa, he’s not my boyfriend—“

“Yet.” Virgil pitched in with a smirk. Roman couldn’t glare knowing that it was probably true. However, he took a seat next to his brother anyway and waited, staring at the door and bouncing his leg.

“Here,” Logan pushed a dish of potatoes toward Roman slightly. “Have a bite before you go.”

“And spoil my appetite, are you mad?” He shrieked, pausing all nervous movements to gawk at his father.

“Or what, eat like a pig?” Virgil chipped in, talking with his mouth full. Roman startled again.

“I do not eat like a pig!” The four continued to chat until 7 o’clock rang, and by that point Roman was pacing and constantly checking his appearance in his phone camera. It was by 7:08 that he began to settle, but also begin to sulk.

“He isn’t blowing you off is he?” Virgil accused, pointing his fork despite being finished his meal. “Because if he does, I will rip him a new one, I swear.” Roman fell back into his chair and sighed.

“He’s never been that kind of person.” He muttered. “He’s always so generous and selfless.”

“He is?—“

“It just doesn’t make sense that he would ditch me..”

“Oh, baby,” Patton comforter, rubbing his sons back. “Perhaps he got caught up in traffic, or went the wrong way. I’m sure he’ll be here, darling.” They sat a bit longer, Roman taking a leftover piece of broccoli and tossing it in his mouth with ease.

“Ew. Dude.” Virgil grumbled, scrunching his eyebrows. Roman merely muttered back. A few seconds after he finished chewing, there was series of honks just outside. Roman flew from his chair and dove for the peephole. There was a red car and the one and only Remy Diablo standing in the window roof, using his foot (presumably) to honk the horn.

“It’s him! He’s here!” Roman immediately patted himself down and fluffed up his hair before tearing out of the house to go meet his date.

“So sorry I’m late, babes, just had to make a pitstop.” Remy said, then ducked back into the vehicle. Roman climbed into the passenger seat and looked at Rem.

“A pitstop? Where?” Remy raised his eyebrows up.

“Um. To buy you this? Obviously?” Remy reached one hand over, staring at the road as he drove. In his hand was a small bouquet of flowers, roses and lavenders and others mushed into a single present.

“Oh, they’re gorgeous!” Roman carefully snagged the flowers out of Remys hand and inspected them, giving them all satisfying sniffs. “These are perfect, Remy, honestly!”

“Also,” Remy began, not taking the time to indulge Romans praise. “I figured we go to the Ritz, you know? Romantic place, good service, drinks?” Roman laughed, fondly.

“Sounds great. Thank you, dearest.”

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@cadcnce​ gives Ram a birthday gift!

Wylan pulls something out of his pocket, pensive, he’s already feeling ridiculous and out of his comfortable shitlord zone. Eventually he comes to a point of ‘fuck it’ and just shoves his hand in to his pocket. Something jingly, metal to be sure is procured and offered to Ram. “This is… for your birthday I mean, I want you to have this. It’s a necklace my sister used to wear, it was one of the things I was able to recover from … you know.” The remains of the city that had been razed thanks to Eris. “But it’s stupid just letting it sit in my pocket. It’s pretty, she always had an eye for stuff like that. I want you to have it. I took it to a jeweler a little while ago to get cleaned up, restored… looks a lot like it did when she first got it, or at least when I first saw it.”

The short silver necklace isn’t anything to run to show off, but the cross-like pendant was well loved. Even after restoration it was likely something touched- rubbed- and held frequently as a form of comfort in trying times. Maybe even in the worst of them it kept Katelynn feeling secure. The last thing that Wylan had to remind him of her, what better place to have it than on the woman he loved and saw most every day? Shit, it was supposed to be a symbolic gesture but does that even get properly conveyed? Ugh. Fuck. What the fuck Wylan.

And so after she takes it he laughs at his own expense. “This feels so stupid, I’m sorry. Pickle Guy does all the cooking and stuff for Blue but I can’t really do that. If you want another gift I can… take you out shopping, we can get some food together. Whatever you want, Pinky. You get me every day but you’re at the helm now.” He sighs, letting the moment fall as dumb as it should before he swallows, offers her a stupid grin. “…I love you, you know. I love you a whole damn lot…. sorry this isn’t all grandiose, but my head got kinda stuck on it. I really want you to have that. So. Yeah. Happy Birthday, Ram.”

________________ Wylan had told her about her before, about Katelynn, his sister – or at least, he’s given her hints that boldly implied to his past, which even now she still struggles to fully wrap her mind around. Despite the obvious change in transparency between the two ever since the pink oni and the rambunctious human had gotten together, there are still some semblances of the past kept locked away, perhaps for better or for worse. Ram wouldn’t argue, though – she liked what she had now. She had him, she had her horn (and Hotaru by extension), and she had… what finally felt like a fulfilling life. If anyone asked her if she’d want it or have it any other way, she’d tell them that they’re full of shit and need to re-evaluate how they think about her.

Still— despite all those hidden secrets, there came a few opportunities for her to learn more and more about the person she’s grown to care so much about. Especially now, on her birthday– it’s not like she wasn’t used to receiving gifts, since the notorious maid fanclub from the town over had eloquently started a ritual of showering both the maids with gifts during this seemingly holy day. She couldn’t care less about the wild gifts the villagers offered her today, all she wanted was to stick by Wylan’s side and spend the evening with him, even if it meant missing out on potentially good gifts.

Little did she know she’d end up being given a gift that makes every other potential gift idea pale in comparison.. When she thinks about it, it’s less about the overall use or value of the gift, but rather what it means, the history it carries, the sentiment behind an item that, normally, she wouldn’t entrust with anyone, if she were in his shoes.

When Wylan first presents the item to her, she carefully takes it in her hands, eyes widened in surprise. At first, she was captivated by its beauty and design, but the truth spilled out the moment ‘his sister’ became the topic of his brief confession, and at that point, her gaze seemingly softened. Her lips did not curl into a smile or sink into a frown, and those beautiful pink hues of hers refused to gaze up at him, for reasons she couldn’t immediately explained.

In essence, what she held in her hands was a memory, not a necklace. A timeless piece of personal history, one of the last physical remnants of the family he once cared about.

And goodness, he wouldn’t shut up, would he? She’s trying to think, and here he is blabbering on about how he thinks this gift isn’t good enough or how he needs to remind her how much he loves her to try to soften up that seemingly predictable reaction.

“ Were we not already this close, I’d be berating you right now, Wylan. “ Her voice cuts him off mid-sentence, catching him a bit off-guard. By her tone, it could be mistaken that she took offense to the gift, but, no. That’s just her usual way of speaking when she is deep in thought.

“ Giving something like this to someone else… I couldn’t have imagined doing the same. If this were … say… A remnant of Rem, and the only surviving memory I have of her, I wouldn’t give it to anyone. I couldn’t find it within myself to trust it to anyone. Call me paranoid, but I wouldn’t want to lose the last piece I have of my sister — were that ever the case. “ She pauses, then lifts her gaze to stare at him a bit more thoroughly, meeting  his gaze, and even standing slightly on tip-toes to be closer to his face.

“ You gave something like this to me not because you love me, but because you trust me. You trust me to stand by your side until the day you fall over and croak your last breath. You want me to stick by you for the rest of your life, and even if I wasn’t all for that, I wouldn’t have much a choice to do so. I’m practically bound by you, after all. You’ve given me the ability to live a long… happy.. life. Something that most people wouldn’t do for me. “

She lets herself fall back onto the balls of her heels, clutching the necklace against her chest, tilting her head down slightly and, finally, smiling.

“ You gave this to me because you trust me to hold onto it for the rest of my life, and protect it like you have. And I will. And you know I will. Because I don’t plan on leaving your side even if you try to play dumb with me again. “ Dainty fingers fiddle with the chain of the necklace, gently parting it and bringing it up and around her own neck, clipping it back into place and allowing the cross-pendant to come to rest over her bosom. Her hand moves to touch it, to care for it, much like its previous owner.

… And then she promptly turns around. “ However, I’m offended that you thought I wouldn’t appreciate this gift. So I’m going to be mad at you anyways. “ All that emotional and sentimental buildup, just for that…!?

“ Perhaps you can start by paying me back in small sums. A walk out to the gardens, carrying me in your arms, followed by a lovely dinner for two cooked by none other than your’s truly, and then a night spent together in the comfort of my thick bedsheets. “

— oh, no, it’s very obvious she’s just being a little playful. With a huff, she cranes backward to let herself fall against him and tucks her head in right under his chin.

“ … I love you too, Wylan. And if you ever apologize for giving me a gift that isn’t glittering gold and obviously expensive again, I’ll bury you in the floor. “ Her usual love, carrying a fresh side of snark, before she tips her head up and softly whispers… “ I promise I’ll keep this safe. Thank you… “