#🪨Sloan Cameron🪨

[lattea-cakeezz]

a/n, self insert writing for me and me only(/J) after I had one thought about tattoo artist! Venture hhhhhhhh

(I blame a certain friend for encouraging me to finally post self ship stuff on here…. You KNOW who you are. ily sev 🫶 )

Warnings: Mentions of nudity(I think?) and tattoo needles. Other than that, self indulgent fic that I tried to make as fluffy as possible with a bit of tension ehehhhuhuhe,,,

Oneshot is under the cut! (And the gif, look at em go my little silly blorbo)

Was Cyndy really about to do this? Walk right in and ask for something to be inked permanently on heyr body(Despite the fact it'll be well hidden)? Looking up at the tattoo studio building, standing just outside of it, it seemed shey was.

And why wouldn’t shey? No judgemental parents and friends meant no one was trying to hold heyr back, and it wasn’t like shey didn’t want to get one, shey really did.

It’s just now that shey was standing at the door of the tattoo studio, it felt nerve wracking. Especially when shey was going in alone. Heyr friends and even heyr mom had insisted they tag along, for moral support and encouragement, but shey knew they wouldn't exactly want to see heyr topless for heyr tattoo.

Trying to brush off the worst case scenarios that will most likely not happen from heyr thoughts, shey finally made heyrself push the door open. The bell atop the glass door jingled loudly as Cyndy entered the empty tattoo shop, pursing heyr lip nervously as shey looked around the waiting room area.

The walls were decorated with photos and drawings of various different tattoo designs, all ranging in size and extravagance, and the black leather chairs against the walls looked comfortable enough at least. And it smelled clean, which was surprising but still a good sign.

Looking back over at the front, shey spotted the front desk. There sat a woman who seemed only a few years older than heyr and once shey walked over, she perked up and smiled, purple hair almost bouncing as she moved.

She was quick to greet heyr and after Cyndy mentioned already calling ahead of time for a certain tattoo artist at the shop, named Sloan, she handed a form for Cyndy to fill out while shey waited. Shey couldn’t help but glance at the tattoos sprawled along her arms, wondering to heyrself just how painful it was to get her entire arms covered like that.

Cyndy gently sat down against one of the leather armchairs in the waiting room, now being left alone in the waiting area as the purple haired woman strut off to the back to get the artist. After quickly filling out the form and leaving additional contact info, shey glanced around the room once more, leg jutting up and down the longer shey had to wait on the leather chair.

It was really happening. Heyr first tattoo… Shey felt a rush of excitement yet unease wash over heyr all at once. Now a little voice in the back of heyr head wished shey had brought a friend along for support.

The artist seemed eager and friendly enough when shey had contacted them though, sending them heyr measurements and even the tattoo design shey had made for heyrself. So hopefully, they were just as outgoing as they were online.

It wasn’t long before shey heard the sounds of footsteps approaching and when looking up, shey was met with someone practically covered head to toe in various permanent ink tattoos, the one catching heyr eye being the flames around their neck that ran down to who knows where, as well as a piercing on the edge of their eyebrow. Shey was almost at a loss for words from their appearance. Is this Sloan…?

Their smile was friendly and revealed a chip in their tooth as they raised their hand up to offer a hand shake. Shey also couldn’t help but take notice of their toned arms. And the way they looked so cool... And so attractive.

‘Get a grip, girl!’ Shey quickly thought bitterly to heyrself in order to quit heyr staring as shey brushed a strand of hair out of heyr face.

“Heya, you must be my client! It’s great to meet you!” They greeted heyr, voice energetic and lively. When Cyndy returned the handshake, their grip catching heyr by surprise, shey smiled back with a nod. Their friendly nature immediately put heyr at ease.

Enough for heyr to not notice the way they looked heyr up and down almost slowly, just as entranced as shey was by appearances alone, eyes lingering on the piercings along the bottom corner of heyr lip and the way heyr dirty blonde hair cascaded over heyr shoulders.

“Yes, uhm, I’m Cyndy.” Heyr voice snapped them out of their short daze and they gulped, grin back on their face in an instant. An attempt to brush off sappy feelings.

"Great! Just follow me to my room in the back and we’ll start with getting ready for the tattoo.” They gestured for Cyndy to follow them and they both walked through the waiting room and to a different room.

Once inside and closing the door behind them, they turned back to heyr with the same grin on their face.

“I already have everything set up, so just take a seat and we can get started.” Shey heard them pulling on black plastic gloves as shey sat on the long leather chair in the center of the room, making heyrself somewhat comfortable.

“So, I know you said it was a rib tattoo you wanted over the email, and the design you sent looked great! I was surprised you made it yourself, it looked so good!” Their grin turned cheeky, speaking in a lighthearted tone. “You sure you’re not a tattoo artist yourself?”

Cyndy fought back a smile from their compliments. “Who knows, maybe someday you’ll have competition.” Shey jested back, earning a dramatic, fake gasp from them. They both had a good laugh from their banter before going back to the task at hand.

“Alright, I just need to know the placement for where you want it and we can get started!”

At their words, shey chewed heyr lip nervously. Shey felt somewhat embarrassed mentioning where shey wanted it to be done, and didn’t mention it when shey contacted them via email. A stupid decision on heyr part.

“So… I don’t know if it’s something you do or are comfortable with, but I want the design, um,” shey paused to gesture under heyr bust with a cupping motion. “Under these. Like, along the underside.”

Sloan seemed surprised for a moment, eyes widening and a blush darkening their cheeks, before snapping back to being as professional as they could.

“A-Ah, so, basically a sternum tattoo then…? That explains why the design was curved downwards...” They chuckled to themself as they pulled out a picture of the tattoo design they had printed, before looking at heyr with a creased brow. “If this is your first tattoo, you sure you want a rib one? I’m not trying to stop you or anything, it’s just that they’re pretty painful!”

Cyndy huffed. Shey’s heard that warning before numerous times, both from friends and countless anonymous people online. But it didn’t deter heyr in any way. “I think if I can handle braces, I can handle getting tattoos.” Shey spoke in a lighthearted confident tone.

This made Sloane let out a genuine laugh, a sound that made Cyndy’s face feel warm and flushed.

“Haha, fair enough! But if it gets too bad, let me know and we can take a break, okay? You’re my only client for today so we have all the time you need!”

They felt the urge to place a hand on heyr leg in a gesture of reassurance, but stopped themself before they even could. It would most likely be seen as unprofessional. And damn did shey make it hard for them.

Giving them a nod, as well as feeling comforted by their concerns, they both had started discussing any adjustments towards the design as well as improving it so that it showed in the middle of heyr cleavage as well. And after a few minutes of more discussion, questions, and looking over measurements, it was time to stencil the design onto heyr body.

Sloan glanced at heyr eyes and gulped silently. For some reason they felt nervous about doing this part with heyr.

“Um, well now you’ll have to change so we can do the stencil and tattoo. Are you prepared, or do you want to… borrow something?” They asked, gloved hand rubbing the back of their neck almost nervously.

Cyndy perked up, a blush blooming across heyr cheeks again. Sloan couldn’t help but find the rosy color cute.

“Right, uhm.” Shey reached down for the bag shey brought in with heyr. Opening it up, there was a button up sweater, water, several snacks, headphones, and something else Sloan couldn’t see very well.

“I looked online and a lot of people said to bring stuff for breaks and to keep me distracted, and something to wear so I don’t get cold but so you can still work, so… I think I’m prepared.” Shey rambled and gave them a smile before remembering something, brows raising for a moment.

“Oh yeah, and-“ shey pulled out the mystery item. “Nipple coverings, to hopefully make it feel… less awkward.” Shey fidgeted with the package,

Sloan blinked, staring at the bag for a moment before looking back up at heyr. Shey really did come prepared… and damn was it cute! Quickly snapping themself out of it, they gave heyr a lopsided grin.

“Well, that makes it easier for me, actually! And good on you for preparing yourself! I can just, uh… turn around, and let you change, just let me know when you’re done!” They faced the corner of the room, arms stiff by their sides as they kept babbling. “No pressure… at all.”

“Let me change already.” Cyndy spoke jokingly and even snickering at the fact they actually stopped. It took heyr a few minutes to change and figure out how to work the coverings, cursing quietly under heyr breath(which made Sloan bite back a chuckle), and once shey was done shey spoke up.

By the time they had turned around, shey was sat back down on the chair, shirt discarded and sweater hanging open. The sight of heyr bare skin and covered breasts were surely testing their professionalism. And unfortunately for them it seemed painfully clear to Cyndy, who started feeling shy under their fixed gaze. An awkward cough from heyr was enough to snap them out of it.

Gulping and grounding themself, Sloan gestured to the chair as they went to grab stencil tools, cursing themself for the stutter in their voice as they told heyr to lay back in the chair.

As they started working the stencil onto the transfer paper, hunched over just a tad, Cyndy took this moment to take in their features once more. When focused like this, their expression seemed more relaxed.

Apart from the slight pout of their bottom lip that Cyndy found cute.

Shey knew it's weird to be staring, especially towards someone shey had just met, but shey couldn't bring heyrself to look away from the attractive artist.

Looking over the design once more, Sloan felt intrigued by the rune-like lettering. “So what’s the story behind the design? Looks a lot like runes.” They piped up to start small talk. Both to put their client at ease and to stop getting distracted. Cyndy perked up at this, blinking as shey snapped out of heyr daze.

“Oh! Well… It’s kind of nerdy, but it’s from a game I really love and have played for years. It’s the dragon language from Skyrim.” Shey explained nervously, always afraid to gush about heyr interests. But luckily for heyr, Sloan turned to heyr with a twinkle in their eyes.

“Hey I’ve heard of that game! Well of course I did, since it’s kinda popular… I’ve never played it myself, but I’ve seen a few things about it here and there,” They smiled. “But that's so cool! I had no idea about the whole... Dragon language thing from it!”

There was a pause in the conversation as they turned to heyr, moving to spread the paper under the curves of heyr bust. Their eyes turned heated for a moment as shey brought heyr hands to move them up before glancing back up at heyr eyes under their lashes.

"So, if it's a languange, then what does your tattoo mean?" They asked as they pressed against heyr skin gently. The eye contact made heyr blush, as if their hands weren’t mere centimeters away from heyr breasts. Shey pursed heyr lips for only a moment in thought, letting a soft hum sound from heyr throat.

“Well, the letters spell out ‘Brit Dovahkiin’. Which means ‘Beautiful Dragonborn’,” shey wasn’t wrong, they couldn’t help but think to themself. “I guess it’s like… something personal to me. Like a nod to Skyrim and something that’ll make me happy when I look at it.”

As shey murmured, they watched heyr speak with softness in their gaze, thumbs rubbing against the skin over heyr ribs. The strokes over heyr skin felt soothing and shey relaxed in their hold.

"That, and doing something like this could bring some excitement in my life."

With a snort, Sloan nodded as if in agreement. A few minutes of silence passed before they peeled away the paper. Glancing down, shey could see just part of it

"If it'll make you happy, that's all that matters," they grin at heyr, chipped tooth shining. "And I think it looks pretty badass on you so far!" They took notice of the rosy blush blooming across heyr face, never tiring of how beautiful it looked, their grin softening.

But now it was time for the hard part. For Cyndy, at least.

They stood up only for a moment to move the metal cart over by the chair, glancing up at heyr. Shey took a deep breath at the sight of the needles and ink, already imagining the sight and feeling of it piercing heyr skin. Sloan’s hand hovered over one of the needles as they seemed to sense heyr unease. “Nervous? Don’t flake out on me now!” They teased, giving Cyndy a grin that made heyr let out a snort of laughter.

Their gaze softened though. "But seriously, let me know when you're ready. Want you to be as comfortable as possible here.”

The flurry of butterflies just from the look in their eyes alone made it hard for heyr to relax, taking a few breaths to soothe the beating of heyr heart.

The pain of the tattoo was only a part of the process and Cyndy knew it would have to be over with sooner or later, cute tattoo artist or no. Stalling would only make it more unbearable.

"No no, I'm ready. I can do this."

They grinned. "'Atta girl!"

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(I'm gonna do this in two parts since this is getting a little long, hhhhhh and now I go hide in a hole until I make part 2…….)

[rexscanonwife]

The cutieeeee 🥺🥺💖💖💖

[artems-secret-sideblog]

Can I get uhhhhhhhh

Uhhhhhhhh

Venture

[f3r4lfr0gg3r]

This is my favorite piece of writing from this person so far- I love how they write Sloane!!!

A/N: Another request off the list! This one was pretty fun, and thanks again for requesting! It really does mean a lot to me! Link to request here!

Premise: Takes place a little while after Venture's Adventures trailer! Silly goober does not realize taking on a deadly organization is not good for their health!

Warnings: Blood, a small argument but other than that there's nothing to worry about!

You press down the gauze onto the fresh wound on their arm, soaking up as much as the blood as you could manage. Within minutes it soaks the tight knit fabric a dark crimson red and you discard it into the nearby bloody scrap pile. You take another piece of clean, dry gauze and apply pressure to the area before wrapping it up and taping it off. Sloan winces and grits their teeth from your rough care.

"So..." You continue to treat their wounds as they watch. "You really did all of that? By yourself?" You ask.

Tears formed in their eyes as you dug into another wound to clean it. They blink them away before you can notice–

"Sure did!" They grin.

"Didn't we have this talk before?" You chide. The grin on their face immediately fades.

"Yeah, but if things went bad I could've gotten out of there no problem." They attempt to mask the defensiveness in their voice. You sigh and continue your cleaning and dressing.

Your soft, warm hands continue gently wrapping layers of fresh gauze around Sloan's clean wounds. The silence between the two of you feels immense. Without pressing the matter further, you finish up your work and move on to the next noticeable injury. However, there are several other cuts and scrapes across their skin, so you definitely had your work cut out for you tonight. At least the worst of the worst were already taken care of.

A laugh escapes their throat and you raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

"You're turning me into a mummy!" They joke.

You shake your head and sigh once more. They pout in response.

"Jeez, tough crowd." They add.

You hold back your frustration as you roll up their jeans to reveal more injuries in need of treatment. Once again you begin to wipe their skin clean with medicine and discard all bloody cloth into the growing mountain of medical trash. Your anger is evident in your body language.

"Hmph. Angela wouldn't be this mad–" You cut them off and they're caught by surprise. You shoot straight up and scowl.

"Well I'm not Angela, okay?" You argue, angrily tightening the cloth around their leg. They audibly express pain from your harshness.

You turn around for a moment and look for more medicine. Everything you grab lightly stains the container and their labels red in the shape of gloved fingers.

"I... didn't mean it like that..." There's noticeable guilt in their voice.

"You really just don't get it, do you?" You bite your cheek to stop yourself from further outbursts.

"Get what? That artifact was important to me–"

"And you're important to me!" You turn on your heels and meet their gaze directly. "You really think you could take on Talon all by yourself and not get hurt? You could have died!" You cry.

They blush and look away. "Aww come on, it wasn't that bad..."

"Wasn't that bad?! Look at your arms! I'm not even done with you yet! What were you thinking?" Tears of frustration form in your eyes.

Sloan is quiet again as the realization hits. They look down at their disheveled clothes and half patched up body. Oh my God– you were right...

You open your mouth to start yelling again but you stop when you feel their arms wrap around your waist. They nuzzle against your warm skin and close their eyes.

"I'm sorry." They admit.

You let out another sigh and affectionately pat their head in defeat.

"You really should take better care of yourself. I can only fix so much. What you did was extremely brave and admirable, but it was also extremely stupid and reckless–" You stop yourself mid lecture so you wouldn't make them feel worse than they already did. "What I'm trying to say is... archeology is important to you, and you're important to me. There will always be more treasure to uncover but there's only one of you. You can't ever be replaced, you know?"

They sniffle and hug you closer. You continue comforting them to the best of your ability as their emotions pour out onto your soiled shirt. You remove your stained gloves and reach into your coat pocket for an emergency lemon lollipop.

"Here." You take off the wrapper and hand the sweet to them. Immediately their eyes light up with joy, and they quickly wipe away their tears on their jacket sleeve.

"Aww yeah! You're the best!" They immediately pop the sweet into their mouth. "Thanks!" They mumble with a full mouth.

"This is not an excuse to forget what I just told you."

You take your hand and tilt their head up. From a nearby glove box you grab a pair of clean gloves and get back to work.

"I won't forget! I promise!"

"Isn't that what you said last time?" You remind them.

They remove the lollipop from their mouth and look at you in full seriousness.

"I promise I'll be more careful! You're my treasure. No one else is allowed to discover you. Finders keepers!"

You couldn't help but smile from the cheesiness.

Satisfied with your expression, they continue eating away at their lollipop. You continue to hold their face carefully while wiping away the dirt, grime and blood. As an extra treat you reach into your pocket again and place a skeleton bandaid on their cheek across a minor scrape they obtained.

"Alright. I think you're good to go. Don't get into anymore trouble, okay?" You ask them, borderline begging for them to be safer in the future.

"Finders keepers." They repeat, hopping off the table.

You finally toss the huge mess you made into the garbage and wash your hands. They head for the door before they stop dead in their tracks. They flick their leftover lollipop stick into the trash.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" They walk over to you and place a kiss to your lips.

"Finders keepers..." They smile. "But you make it hard to want to stay safe because I love seeing you."

You blush and let out a tiny giggle.

"You're my favorite patient. Just don't get maimed, alright?" You swat at them lightly. "I'm serious. Doctors orders."

"Sure thing, Doc. Are you free this Saturday by any chance?" A cheeky grin lights up their face.

"Only if you can go the rest of the week without getting injured." You place your hands on your hips and put on your serious face.

"You betcha!" Their grin somehow widens further as they spin around and head for the door.

You wait for them to fully leave before leaning back on the table and crossing your arms.

"I give them eleven minutes." You whisper under your breath.

[oldhalloweentape]

🪨Venture (OW II) x (fem) reader headcanons⛏️

(Vogue Dancer Reader Edition!)

(Picture’s not mine!)

(Request’s here! This is an interesting yet really nice request, thank sooo much for requesting this man!)

- The second you bring the mere topic of vogue dancing up, they’re so excited, bobbing up and down as they talk about it.

- I mean, dancing in general is a part of history and culture, and with how vogue dancing is enriched with the culture of the LGBTQ+ racial minorities AND being based on ancient Egyptian art among other things?? It’s like it’s made for them.

- I’m sure they always wanted to do this, but never had much time to do so considering their job as an archaeologist, but with you in the equation and willing to teach them??? You’re like an angel and they tell you as such.

- They’re incredibly enthusiastic about it, seeing it as both an opportunity to learn about the past differently besides reading or excavating, and also as a way to bond with you even more.

- That enthusiasm has its setbacks however as you have to make sure they don’t immediately go overboard as you teach them the basics, leading them whining and trying to convince you that they can and failing miserably.

- When I mean miserably I mean miserably, all I can say is that it takes a bit before they listen to you and take it slow.

- They just tend to dive head-first into things, metaphorically and literally, the medkit nearby is a good friend of yours at this point.

- They love everything about this, the dancing, the music, the learning, you. Thinks they’re so lucky to be learning from you, says as such to both you and anyone willing to listen.

- Makes a point to compliment and flirt with you throughout it to see if they can make someone as skilled as you fumble, only to kiss up on you as you try to lecture them.

- But besides anything, they mean well and learn fast, being a fantastic student for anything that inspires and excites them. But besides that, I think it’d take time for them to do things fluidly, they’re not the most graceful or coordinated as we all know.

- So, thank god that a lady like you is dating and teaching them, they don’t want another fiasco involving them and a broken floor.

- Becomes even more of a smug little shit when they steadily get more and more in tune with it all, a once horrendous dancer turned great with your patience and expertise.

- If they can help it, they try to make the time to schedule these dance lesson dates in between their work, the second they get the chance, nothing can stop them from dancing with their girlfriend it’s simply impossible.

- They have priorities and those priorities entail them fumbling around trying to learn, laughing coming from the two of you, and the music booming filling the room alongside it.

- It’s a great time in general, and they pride themselves on being the one who gets the bragging rights of learning how to dance from such a great dancer like you.

- The passion of learning and being able to impress you fill them to improve, and simply just dancing with you is enough to spur them into becoming more successful with their attempts at dancing.

- Gloats 100%, it’s not Sloane Cameron if they’re not being a little show off lol.

- The bragging amps up too, especially when it comes to Mauga, says foul shit like, “It’s a shame you have to make people dance for you while I have a lovely girlfriend who dances with me whenever I ask. 😇”

- After every dance session where you’re both left sweaty and your limbs aching they don’t fail to hug you and smooch your head with an ample amount of affection, squeezing you a bit harder as you teasingly tell them they’re too sweaty and gross to be doing that.

- Sloane in general is a 10/10 to date and people will never convince me otherwise.

(Hope I was able to portray this well, it’s an absolutely brilliant idea! Love you guys byeeee!!)

[artems-secret-sideblog]

hey…

hey you…

what does your Venture s/I look like,,,

So erm. Just now getting to it! This is Florence Casius! Not apart of Overwatch, but she does visit whenever Venture invites her!

Florence is an avid theater nerd and an aspiring poet! She gets most of her clothes from thrifting, and she describes her style as "retro casual steampunk".

If you wanna draw her, you are so free to change up her hairstyle and her outfit! Of course though, keep it within reason of what she would wear. Which is basically anything that isn't pink.

[artems-secret-sideblog]

Sooo if you follow my main account ( @artemfluid ) you'll see I'm doing 2 other tobers! But guess what. SELFSHIPTOBER BAYBEEEE!!! Day 1: Confession! Fun fact this was my first time drawing Venture on my own and there is so much I could improve upon lol!

Prompt list under the cut!

Prompts by @/sennamybeloved

[artems-secret-sideblog]

Selfshiptober Day 2: Blanket!!

Prompt list under cut!

Prompts by @/sennamybeloved

[artems-secret-sideblog]

✍️😡 for the ask game!

✍️: Overall, how does the fandom trait you? Are you a beloved character, or hated? Are you popular, or a minor side character? Anything in between?

I feel like people would be quite neutral about Florence, but she would probably have a small cult following. Since she's not apart of Overwatch, this does make her a side character. I could see her getting featured in a spray or an interaction between people, or if they ever continued the Venture's Adventures comic I could see them getting featured briefly. I could see people traiting her as very needy and an attention hog, because of how often Venture is out of the house.

😡: How would someone who hated you portray you?

Such as above, probably needy and an attention hog, but with more toxic traits. Probably making her guilt trip Venture into staying home and things like that. In reality though, she would never. She wants nothing more than for Venture to be out and exploring and enjoying their job, and while that does mean that she won't get to see them often, the time that she does is pure bliss.

[ruanauden]

Venture fits 🪨 a look into Sloan Cameron’s closet

[f3r4lfr0gg3r]

AAAHHHHHHHHHSBSHSJISIEHJWK-

Venture fits 🪨 a look into Sloan Cameron’s closet

[f3r4lfr0gg3r]

ITS THE GOOOBERRRR 😍 I love this sm, tysm for doing my request this is amazing hashhsjsjsjn-

How do you feel about...POV OF VENTURE PINNING SOMEONE TO A WALL???

Maybe not with the same expression (maybe a smirk-) but the same idea overall...

💜💜

[f3r4lfr0gg3r]

Don't mind me just...

date with sloan!!!

[f3r4lfr0gg3r]

This is an accurate photo of me while reading this-

Premise: Fairy reader and beekeeper Venture headcanons for @f3r4lfr0gg3r since you enjoy my AU as much as I do! I hope you like them!

Warnings: None! Just tooth rotting fluff!

(YouTube link for the song instead!)

🌱 They still remember the day they took you in like it all happened yesterday.

🌿 It was a warm and sunny day, fluffy cotton clouds dappling the azure sky.

🍀 They had just finished the days work tending to their bees when they start the process of filtering and storing their collected honey.

🐝 They had so much of it at this point that they really weren't sure what to do with it.

👒 Selling it at the farmers market was certainly a choice, but they didn't know how well it do or if their product was even worth selling.

🍯 They didn't even have a label. Or a farm name. Or anything, really.

🧺 All they had was a shed full of honey and beeswax that no one really wanted. Except themself, of course.

🍄‍🟫 Well... and, as it would seem... one other person.

🌾 They still remember finding their shed door slightly ajar, wondering if they had just forgotten to lock it or the wind somehow opened it on its own.

☀️ That's when they saw you.

🌷 At first, they were horrified. What kind of person breaks into another persons shed to drink that much honey? We're talking about several shelves full lining the walls from top to bottom.

🪻Are you going to be okay? Should they call an ambulance? Should they yell at you and tell you to get out of here?

🌻 You looked back at them with the most gentle eyes they've ever seen. That's when they notice the wings protruding from your back.

🍊 Come to think of it, you're not dressed like a normal human being either. It was like something out of a fantasy movie or maybe a subculture magazine.

🍓 "Oh? My? God?" Are the first words that leave their lips.

🌱 Your wings flap. They start to panic. Surely this has to be some sort of practical joke, right? Are they being filmed?

🌿 Nope. Just an extremely guilty fairy trapped inside a shed filled with sweet, goopy goodness and not a single person in sight to supervise them.

�� So they did what any rational human being would do– take you home.

🐝 It's near impossible to communicate at first. You don't seem to speak any known human languages, opting to speak... or more like, produce...? Naturalistic sounds, glimmers, soft chimes and gentle ringing noises instead.

👒 It seems like you understood them for the most part. You just... couldn't speak to them very well.

🍯 So they take it slow and easy over the next few days. They feed you nothing but milk and honey until they can find something better for you.

🧺 They can still remember asking you that question. "Can you tell me what your name is?"

🍄‍🟫 "⋆ .⋆｡⋆༶⋆˙⊹❀⋆｡⋆༶⋆˙⊹"

🌾 "Uhhh... can you repeat that?"

☀️ "‎⋆˙⊹ع˖⁺ ☁⋆ ୭ .⋆｡⋆༶⋆˙⊹༺⋆｡"

🌷 "Okay. Well, maybe some more honey could work." They think aloud to themself, putting a hand under their chin as they ponder about what to do.

🪻Then they hear it.

🌻 "Honey...?"

🍊 They nearly fall backwards. Did you sincerely just say your first word? Is this how parents feel? Except you're not a child– you're far more intelligent than that.

🍓 "Honey...!" You say again.

🌱 "Yes! Honey! You like that a lot!"

🌿 You smile from seeing them smile. Then you point at them. "Honey...!"

🍀 They're confused. "What? No. I'm not honey."

🐝 "Honey!"

👒 "No– no, no! My name is Sloan. Sloan Cameron."

🍯 "Sloan... honey...!"

🧺 They put two and two together. You were telling them that you liked them. A lot.

🍄‍🟫 Never in their entire life had they felt so special than in that moment.

🌾 A couple days later they take you to see the bees. Instantly they begin to swarm around you, settling in your hair, atop your head and fingertips.

☀️ They were so calm and gentle around you. It made harvesting a breeze.

🌷 A couple days later they also got to meet Lifeweaver– king of the fae– when he was worried about your whereabouts because it's not like fae to go missing.

🪻 The two of you converse in your strange little fairy language. You tell him you're happy, you love your new home and you're well taken care of.

🌻 You even make Sloan breakfast now– although Lifeweaver had to tell you that adding every type of candy you had available on top of pancakes drizzled with a full jar of honey isn't exactly good for humans.

🍊 Unlike fae, humans can build up sugar intolerances and too much can make them sick. So he teaches you simpler dressings and toppings that are equally as yummy as they are sweet.

🍓 And good god, they feel so spoiled.

🌱 A lot of your dates consists of picnics, walking through the city botanical gardens for hours on end, singing to them in your home language and watching TV together.

🌿 Of course, that's not to say you two didn't do other things. It's just the simplest things that you could both do right now.

🍀 Eventually they will teach you how to cook. They'll introduce you to more and more food over time. They want to be extra gentle in expanding your palette and make sure you don't experience the human world so fast that you get overwhelmed.

🐝 They learned that bread and butter was the next biggest hit to milk and honey. They learned that any type of meat made you sick, and to avoid it all costs. They also learned that a lot of vegetarian and vegan options tasted a lot better than they looked.

👒 They introduce you to pizza– you can't get enough of it. Garlic bread was next. Instant favorite. Giant pretzels and cheese. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Ice cream. Various types of fruit smoothies and similar concoctions.

🍯 You loved every single one of them it seems. Unless– it was served by somebody else.

🧺 They learned that you refused to touch food unless they give it to you directly. That's how your fifth date ended in near disaster– but it's okay, garlic bread with extra butter swooped in and saved the day.

🍄‍🟫 "You know, [Y/N]. I'm glad you're still with me." They reach over for your hand and take it in theirs– you were told that hand holding was something only people very close to each other did, so you were honored.

🌾 In this case, [Y/N] was the name they chose for you because they can't pronounce your fairy name.

☀️ They look over at you. Their face is bright red– you were worried. You were taught that redness meant illness. Are they sick?

🌷 "No! I'm not sick. Don't worry about that." They reassure you. "I just–" They choke on what they want to say next. It won't leave their throat.

🪻 But they look at you. They have to tell you, or it's going to eat them alive inside.

🌻 "[Y/N]... I like you a lot. You know that?" Their face is radiating a thousand degrees of heat.

🍊 Your wings flap happily behind you. "I like you, too!" You smile.

🍓 "No! That's not what I meant. I mean– I like you more than you like honey. Or bread. Or pizza." They pause for a moment. "I love you."

🌱 The words tumble around inside your brain for a minute. Then, you understand completely.

🌿 "I love Sloan, too!" You smile.

🍀 Tears start falling. They cover their mouth with their free hand, finally deciding to go in for a hug all together.

🐝 "What is this called?" You ask.

👒 "It's a hug– you give it to the people you love and care for." They explain, holding you close by the waist to avoid bothering your wings.

🍯 "Me, too!" You excitedly wrap your arms around them to hug them back. They felt like they could hold you forever.

🧺 "Longer hugs are called cuddles. Would you like to do that?" They ask you.

🍄‍🟫 You furiously nod. Of course! Long hugs sounded so great!

🌾 The two of you cuddle to sleep every night, and in the morning you're still holding tightly on to them and refuse to let go.

☀️ Except, of course, when Sloan begged you to let them get up and use the bathroom. You knew what that meant. It's the only time they left your sight– but every single time you'd see their smiling face again and it cheered you right up.

🌷 Meanwhile, Lifeweaver approves of the whole thing. He has weekly visits where he comes and explains things a bit more thoroughly than Sloan can. You're learning and adapting so well, and they really couldn't be more proud of you.

🪻 "Niran told me that I should try something called a 'kiss'!" You mention. Before they even had time to react, you lean in and place a soft kiss to their lips and pull away just in time for them to turn the brightest shade of carmine.

🌻 "AAAAAAAAAAAAA—" They're frozen.

🍊 "Oh, dear... perhaps a little too soon for that, then?" He chuckles.

🍓 "Hm. Maybe garlic bread will help?" You point out.

🌱 It's all useless. You've broken them– you'll just have to wait this one out this time.

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I wanna eat your art so badly right now!!111!!

Would you ever consider drawing a flustered Sloan 👀💕

Of course I can pookie😏🙌🏻