#*❈ ‣ how can you remain staring at the rain? — ( headcanon. )

[cagesings]

b.enjamin barker/swee.ney todd.

needless to say, johanna’s view of her biological father is a very, very poor one. as you can guess, turpin wouldn’t tell her the truth. can’t have her knowing that he ripped her family apart. in canon, what she was told about her father is that he was a brute and a thief. she does not know what he stole or anything else. since she was raised by turpin ( “pious vulture of the law” ), she doesn’t look at it in a very positive light and she doesn’t want to. she doesn’t want to consider the fact that maybe he stole to feed her family. yes she is well aware of the fact that turpin is a corrupt judge, however to think that maybe her father was innocent and he had him arrested is simply too much for her to consider. that means he took so much more from her than she initially thought. 

after canon, she ever figures it out. she doesn’t know what she looked like as a baby so she can’t go off the photograph. the victorian government at the time didn’t issue birth certificates. johanna has no idea who her father is. he died in botany bay in australia. he was a bad man. the end. 

however feelings get much more complicated in modern verses ( hawkins verse and modern verse ). she knows who her father is and she hates it. johanna already knows about how bad of a man turpin is. to find out that her biological father was worse than the criminal she always took him for? he’s a serial killer. he almost killed her. johanna had to watch as her own father murdered her abusive guardian. feelings about turpin’s murder is it’s own meta in itself, but she didn’t want to witness that. when the police figure out who exactly s.weeney t.odd was, she has to live with the fact that they’re both barkers. this man killed several people of varying innocence. what stands out to her is the fact that he could’ve made more of their family. more fathers going missing and their wives having to deal with the consequences. even bamford has a young daughter. what’s going to happen to her? the rest of their families?

he killed her mother. yes, he didn’t know it was her and yes, the detectives and police have ruled that. but he still did it. he still almost killed her. the only time johanna interacts with her father, he is too blinded by rage and a thirst for revenge that he doesn’t take a moment and consider that anthony was bringing her here. she didn’t know lucy at all, but she has idolized her despite thinking she was dead for her entire life. and he killed her. even if she was only told the worst about her mother and prayed every night that turpin was wrong about her, she can’t forgive her mother’s killer. 

once the media picked up on such a romantically tragic tale, they began to harass her about it the moment any information leaked about johanna. she is trying to move on. she’s married. her name isn’t even the same anymore. she wants to get a job and travel and leave the past behind. her father only becomes more of a burden when people ask her about it. when people ask her about trauma she barely even discusses with anthony. sweeney is a weight she has to just lug around. 

above all though, she feels betrayed and abandoned. johanna feels horribly guilty about it when she tells herself she should feel more guilty on her father’s and guardian’s behalves. she knows that her own father chose to seek his revenge, chose to kill people, over reuniting with her. perhaps, it would be impossible, yet she snuck around with anthony for all that time. she wouldn’t be against sneaking behind her guardian’s back and meeting with her biological father, even if it would take some time for her to accept that. johanna is already incredibly emotionally vulnerable. knowing her own father chose something as horrible as he chose over her, crushes her. did he ever love her? 

if benjamin/sweeney had lived, i can’t say she would make any attempt to form a relationship with him. johanna never wanted a father. turpin was supposed to fill that role in her life and look at where it got her. she wanted a mother, yes. there wasn’t really anyone who could be that figure in her life. yet the universe gave her a father and she’s nothing but ashamed of him.  

[l0velylecter]

Sfw first kiss headcanons with our boys please 🥺

— the cod : mw ii men + first kiss ! characters : simon ‘ghost’ riley, john ‘soap’ mactavish, alejandro vargas, captain john price, phillip graves, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, rodolfo parra fandom : call of duty modern warfare ii tags : gn!reader, headcanons, drabble  rating : t for teen and up audiences , sfw!

01 | His hands were steady against your shoulders as Price kissed you. You caught a whiff of tobacco as he pressed in deeper: only moving his hand against your cheek to angle your face better when you reciprocated the kiss. He starts slow and sure, moving with purpose as if he wants to savor the moment. Then there was the gradual build-up of passion, and he only remembers you're human and need to breathe when you pull away to rest your forehead against his shoulder: blushing and smiling from how his beard tickled your chin.

02 | Soap is overly excited as he crashes his lips into yours, nearly toppling you if he hadn't looped his arms around your waist. Your hands were on his hair, his neck. The sound of you laughing in between kisses echoed down the hallway. He tells you how much he's wanted this, and you can feel it against your lips, happiness pouring out of the way he peppers kisses along your nose and forehead. When you pulled away, breathless and flushed, he cupped your face with both hands, thumbs stroking the apple of your cheek. 03 | Gaz is still against your lips, stunned and unmoving. For a second, you thought you read him wrong, pulling away to apologize only to have him put both hands on either side of your cheeks to reel you in. He's gentle and awfully tender that it makes your heart ache, even if you can sense a hint of excitement simmer underneath, his hands already finding their way to tuck the strands of hair behind your ear. Even when you break it off, he was still staring at you: expression somewhat awestruck and shy.  04 | You can feel the tension melting off his shoulders when you kiss him as if he had been holding his breath around you for a very long time, harboring the weight of his affection all alone. And so you feel his devotion against your lips, generous and passionate, Alejandro's kiss felt like an embrace. You were both nearly moved to tears: years of pinning and longing have finally ended. And you can sense that from how he cradled your neck and your face to kiss you back, murmuring sweet nothings in between. 05 | He kissed you uncertainly, hesitating because Rodolfo couldn't tell if he was dreaming or awake. Yet the weight of your fingers against his ear, nails gently scratching the back of his neck, assured him that this was real; this was happening. Eyes wide with shock, he only had moments to recover before his body moved to return the gesture. Even when he's over the moon, he is still delicate in kissing you: careful and considerate. When you stopped, he was red all the way down to his neck, rubbing a hand behind his head to look away, afraid he might combust from embarrassment. 06 | You expected Graves to be sloppy and impatient when he kisses, yet he was anything but that. Every inch of his kiss tastes like fire. Whatever he felt for you ran deep and sure, personified in how quickly he eliminated the remaining gap between you to deepen the kiss. His hands were warm and rough, a comforting weight against your hip and neck. When he pulled away to search your expression, you noted how this was the first time you saw him so vulnerable: raw with emotion and want. So you let him kiss you, again and again, and again, until he's chuckling against your mouth. 07 | When you kissed him, you expected Ghost to be angry; for him to turn you down and leave you under the rain alone. Yet he stayed. He stayed with a hand tangled in your hair and another cupping your cheek. The balaclava is pulled up to his nose so he can fix the awkward kiss you had given him against the mask. He gripped you tightly, anchoring you as he kissed you sternly. It felt sad, bittersweet, almost like he was holding himself back. And when he pulled away, it felt like a goodbye. Your first kiss with Simon felt like it was also your last. To your surprise, once you were alone and out of the field, Simon gave it another go: this time, he was the one who was asking you to trust him, lips careful and asking for permission. And you did trust him

a/n : thank you anon for sending in this sweet and lovely request, sorry for the super long wait, i was busy with school but now the holidays are starting so enjoy ! i hope this lives up to your expectations <3 i had fun writing this ! I wrote something similar to this previously, so i hope you don’t mind if i include the links to them here to share !

how the cod : mw ii men kiss you series vol i, vol ii, vol iii

[acalamity]

I love your work and I saw that you have requests open. If you can, can you write about Gun Park with a reader who is stronger than him and he ends up falling for her. Thank you!

author's note

thank you anon! this is probably not what was expected, if anything at all. a bit of gun character study, I don't write him particularly well

to another anon who asked for jake, samuel and gun, I'm sorry but I accidentally deleted your ask thinking it'll just delete the draft (apparently not) :( but I don't write headcanons

lookism! gun park x reader. reader introduces whimsy (and peace) into gun's life

more below the wubbaboo!!

Gun Park, Shiro Oni, who comes with the doom harboured by drizzling rain, has fallen. He has fallen in more ways than one, in more ways than he thought possible. And yet, the only reason he had fallen is because of you. His ultimate demise, caused by a bright-hearted fool so unlike him.

He wonders if you realise how you changed his life; his worldview. How the very first time he saw you use your overwhelming strength was for trivial errands. How the second time he saw you use your strength, was for another errand, delivering supplies to a clinic far away. How the third time he saw your strength, it was for the numerous little children who wanted to be carried.

And how all the other times he saw your strength; it has never been for destruction. How he had turned away from someone so boring; a waste of talent— yet in the end, too was captured by you. (Nowadays, he'll know not to sneer at you for a fight, and not call your strength wasted potential).

The first time you completely overwhelmed him, he laid defeated on the ground and stared up at the sky with an odd sense of calm. Neither the excitement, attraction nor the thrill of battle he had been anticipating remained in his blood. Then, in his vision, he saw your face, concerned and worried. It was ridiculous. Someone worried for a superhuman like him? How ridiculous.

Yet not once did your concerns fade; defeat after defeat, as he laid upon the ground in utter hopelessness, with no such excitement or pumping blood, your face would pop up.

In the first time in his life, Gun Park felt humiliation. And so he laid there until a hand was given to him, "You're a bit too pathetic, you know that?"

Not even Goo Kim would say that.

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It made him wonder if the gentle hand upon his, capable of much more destruction than he could imagine, has influenced his own.

"Hold on!" You exclaimed, adjusting the flower crown on his head that was lowered to you. Although he wasn't sure why he was using it, nor was he certain of the purpose of the mess of scattered flowers and stems— he rather liked it, "There we go, much better."

"What's this for?" He stood back up straight, white pupils bare if his usual sunglasses staring into your soul. He watched you create another crown of flowers, intertwining their stems gently and meticulously, "Isn't it fun?"

No, Gun wanted to reply, so he says nothing instead and continued in silence. Once you were done, you handed over the second crown to him, letting him hold it with your hand over his, "Here, tie it around my head."

And so, he does, letting you turn your back to him so he could place it on, "It's ok if you don't like activities like this. But you should experience it once in your life."

You're aware of the destruction he caused, you're aware Gun Park isn't much outside of his traditions and violence. You know that he's shared a cup with another; but at least, you hope he can learn to live.

It's only when you snap a picture of the moment did Gun see the tender smile upon his own face.

[polyhexian]

Raine's entire experience in the eventually AU cracks me up.

Like, on the one hand, the rebellion seems to have a bit more steam earlier on here? (is that a result of Jasper being alive? or just headcanon?) In canon there didn't seem to be much organized rebellion until, like, a month before the Day of Unity. So they've got that going for them.

And they've got the Martlet! Who is a very strong ally, even if they can't figure out what the guy's whole DEAL is. Who is he? Where'd he come from? What's with the lack of magic? What's with the broken hawk palisman? How does he seem to have better castle intel than Raine does despite Raine WORKING IN THE CASTLE? Why is he so standoffish about getting more involved when he OBVIOUSLY hates Belos? He is weirdly obsessed with fighting the Golden Guard but also insanely protective of the Golden Guard? His motivations are inscrutable and make no sense. But beggars can't be choosers and the Martlet is really good at what he does, so Raine doesn't question him much.

But the guy isn't all that great at cashing in favors? He just keeps racking them up. What does he WANT??

When he DOES cash in a favor or name his price in a trade, it makes no SENSE.

"I want more information on the Golden Guard."

"You probably know more about the Golden Guard's fighting skills and tactics than anyone else at this point."

"Not that kind of information. I want to know ABOUT him. His likes, dislikes, personal history…"

Raine squints at the Martlet. "Okay, I'm aware you two are rivals, but this is a bit much." They can't afford to worry too much about the Golden Guard, aside from worrying that he doesn't get in the CATTs' way. The child soldier thing is messed up, but the kid is severely brainwashed and there's not much Raine can do when they need to focus on saving all of the Isles. Still… "Are you aware that the Golden Guard is a teenage boy?"

The Martlet straightens up. "Aha, so you are aware that the Golden Guard is a teenage boy."

"That…doesn't answer my question."

"Nope, but it's answered several of mine."

Raine groans, but the Martlet's price is relatively inexpensive and while the guy is weird he's never been a creep, so they say, "I know of a few people who were involved in his upbringing, I'll see what I can do."

Things progress generally along the same lines as canon for a while. Raine's got the CATTs, and they reunite with Eda for a bit, and then Darius and Eberwolf "protect" them in the stupidest way possible but at least it ends with them joining the CATTs, and they've got to fake being brainwashed by Terra's STUPID tea, but everything proceeds as usual.

And then Any Sport in a Storm happens.

"Darius," Raine says, staring blearily at the other man, "it is four in the morning. WHAT is so important that YOU are skipping out on your beauty sleep to knock on my door at four in the morning?"

"I need the Martlet's contact information," Darius says, wild-eyed.

"…Why?"

Darius draws a blank. "Um…classified?"

Raine decides they don't want to know and gives him the Martlet's scroll number.

And then things get weird. Darius doesn't leave his room for like two days and when he does he's oddly jumpy now? Eberwolf seems to think he's depressed by WHY is anyone's guess. And then Darius starts trying to befriend the Golden Guard?? Why?? Darius we're running a rebellion we need to stay UNDER the kid's radar - You're going on a camping trip? What? YOU? What's this about eating bugs??

If they try to contact the Martlet during this time period they are. taken aback. by what a bad mood the guy's in.

And there's a million ways Hollow Mind could go down, but if it goes down in such a way that Raine remains oblivious to the whole Jasper situation, they are just. So confused. Like, okay, we didn't get into the Emperor's mind, but we got the intel we needed. Time to stop the Day of Unity!

The Golden Guard ran away for some reason and Raine is like, okay, one threat eliminiated, yay? Except now Darius is freaking out over the missing kid and it's like, Darius. Darius can you please focus? Darius we are all going to die.

They try calling the Martlet like 50 times before he finally picks up and they're like, look, we figured out what the Day of Unity is, and it's bad, we need all hands on deck! Are you in or what? What do you mean no? So just because you're a wild witch you're gonna leave everyone with a sigil to die?

"I'M A LITTLE BUSY, WHISPERS."

"Busy doing WHAT? What could possibly be more important than - did he just hang up on me?!"

Eda's house gets raided but Eda herself isn't captured, so that's a relief, but Darius is really cagey all of a sudden, and - what's this about the Martlet single-handedly holding off an Emperor's Coven attack squad at Hexside? What is he DOING?

Darius finds the Golden Guard. Yay? The kid isn't on Belos's side anymore so that's good and Darius wants to give him a mission and you know what, knock yourself out Darius, Raine is just going to ignore whatever's going on there and focus on the ACTUAL plan. The Martlet STILL isn't answering their calls. Why does Raine feel like they're the only one who cares about this rebellion?

And then, y'know, Day of United, puppetization, possession, final battle, stomping Belos into an unrecognizable puddle of goo before seeing the spirit of their god ascend into the aether. Raine has had. A long day. Week. Month. Whatever. But they've won! Everyone's alive! And there are reunions!

Darius is with the Golden Guard kid, because of course he is. There is a strange man glaring very intently at Darius. Darius looks terrified of the guy but that is not stopping him from listening to Hunter's ramblings.

The strange man is the Martlet. The Martlet is the previous Golden Guard. And also Hunter's father. WHAT? WHAT??

And Raine looks at this enigma of an ally whom they have never been able to figure out, who is apparently the Emperor's old lackey and infamous bogeyman, and who the CATTs owe approximately five million favors to.

Shit.

And Raine is like, okay, what do you want. Are you after money? Power? What is your GAME?? I'll have you know we aren't going to replace one tyrant with another BUT I admit your leadership experience COULD come in handy so if you want a seat in the new government we've got to build up I could probably arrange SOMETHING.

And this man just looks at them and says, "I'm going on paternity leave. Don't call me."

And Raine is just like. What is HAPPENING.

DONT CALL ME FIRUABNDJFOWKRF

god raines perception of this man is so funny. He's a weirdo who won't listen to them unless they bring him a plain boiled egg for lunch. The only favours he ever cashes in are "can you find out what the golden guards favourite animal is" and "if anyone but me touches a hair on the golden guards head I'll blow up the boiling isles myself." He's so fucking DRAMATIC. And after the day of unity they don't see him again! It's three months and until Raine is captured they keep an eye out, but he appears to be gone. Either he ran away like he seemed to want to, or he got killed. Either way he's out of the picture and he's probably never coming back. Then. Who the fuck is that guy over there with Darius and Hunter.

Actually I imagined in hollow mind jasper shows up to the party late because obviously this was NOT on hunters mission schedule, and it is also not the weekend or his day off!! By the time he gets to the owl house eber and Raine and Darius are panicking in the bushes frantically arguing about what to do when the Martlet fucking emerges from the brush panting for air like what the FUCK did you DO. And they explain what happened as quickly as they can and he's like SO GO TELL THEM HOW THE FUCKING SPELL WORKS???? SO THEY CAN GET THEM OUT??? and they're like but our secret identities and-- at which point jasper just grabs Darius and drags him across the yard, kicks open the door and throws him on the floor. Everyone inside like HELLO and the Martlet like HE IS GOING TO TELL YOU HOW TO FIX THIS NOW.

And here, for DRAMA, it's like when Luz went in that portal she made for the vee episode, where they had her tied with a rope so they could pull her back? They have to send someone in to grab them so they can pull them back, and obviously jasper insists. Because how fucking cool would it be for the kids to be finally cornered by Belos like they were just before they got teleported back only for jasper to show up out of nowhere with a flapjack staff to block a big dramatic blow and Belos to freeze like YOU-! and a moment of absolute terror on jaspers face before he grabs the kids and yells he's got them and gets pulled back. And then they all drop on the floor, hunter panics and bolts, and jasper frantically goes after him but oh god, jasper just got hit hard, maybe he hurt a leg or something and he can't CATCH him and Hunter goes off on his exciting homeless era while jasper is left to collapse in the woods and wail angrily at god because he was so fucking close!

And of course he doesn't go back to Eda's or explain shit lmfao he's just gone again like fucking always

Can you imagine Raine seeing THAT. He drags Darius away. Enters the owl house all dramatically. Long silence. Flash of light, lots of yelling. Door slams open, hunter sprints into the woods. Martlet runs after him, bleeding, also vanishes into the woods. Darius stumbles out with a thousand yard stare. Raine is like what the FUCK happened??? And Darius is like I need a nap goodbye

[umiyeti333]

[Kuras x MC] Icarus II. Shrewd Animals

*Based on headcanon rants with 李在赣神魔!!!<3

It is raining. Rainwater fall in thin, long needles, piercing through clouds into the cracked, dusty ground, sewing the tattered town of Eridia back together. After trying to tear the longing out of yourself for the thousandth time, you take a deep breath and knock on the clinic's door.

A flash and thunder from a distance. The silence that follows has never made you feel so beaten down your entire life. Kuras sure has a way to make you feel puny: from the way he disapproves to the way he lectures, the apathy in his tone, the swiftness of his gait (as if the idea of lingering disgusts him)...this silence is also one such humiliation. It is cold. Yet you could never regret ever being more than close to him. Perhaps he took your intimacy as the sign of your participation in the ultimate competition of morality, the one in which the winner could trample the entire dignified being of the loser? The rainwater has seeped into your veins. You recall the last conversation you had: "I don't understand, after being warned of and witnessing their evil with your own eyes so many times already, why you would still beseech patronage from the Senobium, [MC]. Were you always so in need of pity?" Truly painful. And why would a blind believer in the Senobium matter, if he disregards it so much, you scoffed. "It is because I care about you enough, that seeing you fall into the hands of hypocrites, or worse, become one yourself, pains me." You retorted as if playing the protagonist in the atonement game grants him the right to judge you. Everything has come to an end and remained sterile so for the next fifty hours. Now you come back to him once again. Better not ruminate on the why and consequences, you think to yourself.

You don't know how long has passed, but the door finally creaks open. The light from within casts his shadow over you. "[MC]," he says it as if he just knew your name. "My apologies, I was preoccupied with work." His tone is level, and from what you can see, the room shows no sign of visitors. "How may I help you?"

The rain, despite how chilling and bitter, is convenient enough. "I was on an errand for Leander and now on my way back to the Wet Wick. I didn't expect the rain to be this heavy." The implied plea is too obvious, but you don't want to be the one asking. Kuras's expression is graceful but unsentimental. He flattens his lips (or are you simply too out of it to identify a smile?) and invites you in.

Your umbrella and the small rainshelter on the porch protected most of your body from being soaked; only a small part of your clothing is wet, and they stick to your skin in an overly maudlin fashion, so when you finally reach the fireplace in the clinic's lounge you drag the fabric away from your body so there's a hollow space in between. That also means you appear less like a homeless animal whose rain-drenched fur clings to their forms so helplessly, but you convince yourself it's for warmth and faster drying. The wood occasionally cracks in the fireplace, sending small quiverings of light that's also reflected on his face.

Kuras's features seem to soften a little under the warm glow. You can hear his gentle, steady breathing, and your own, the quivering in which you try your best to supress. You want to close your eyes, but you don't want to miss any movement Kuras makes. He is holding a book but not reading it. His gaze lands somewhere beyond you.

You shift your gaze on him from looking out of the corner of your eyes to a more daring stare, and the longer you look at him, the more you realize that, you know nothing about him. Is the line of his nose really this sharp? And there seems to be a spring of ebbed sorrow in the bottom of his eyes. Pity? Regret? You can't tell for sure, but you recognize it well enough. Interesting, you've always thought the bright gold of his pupils holds sharp loftiness and silent derision, but this particular observation makes you wince at an unfamiliar sting. You can hear the rustle of rain hitting brick buildings and the concrete pavements outside; it was loud, but now the fire covers half the sound. You hope you can stop defending yourself against self-loathing and the wish to be held by soft arms and just give in, and look up in unrealistic hopes that something tender will come. Kuras opens his mouth:

"How was your stay in Eridia so far?"

So he still cares about you. You rejoice secretly and reply it's been good, you are getting to know the city well, you are getting closer to your friends, Leander for example already trusts you with minor tasks, such as the one you are handling today. Kuras did wait for you to finish your sentence, but he cuts in perhaps a little too quickly: "Are you still seeking connections to the Senobium?"

For a split second you cherish the feeling of residual warmth. But there it is. You sigh bitterly and ask why does he still care. He gives you one of those stern looks. Fighting back the urge to comply is counterintuitive, but you say spitefully, that you don't have to tell him everything. Then you add with a tinge of meekness, that it is not important anyways. "It is important because I care about you." He says it as if describing diagnosis to a patient, but no one has ever cared about you. Your nose twitch. And why would you care? You might have supressed the unsteadiness in your voice a bit too hard, that it comes out disappointingly cold.

There is only the sound of droplets occasionally dripping off the eaves. The rain has stopped, the atomosphere of the room has dropped to an unprecedent trough, it is about time he kicks you out. So it is over. Kuras looks away, but he doesn't stand up. "I missed you." He finally says.

[yourssinfullyquiche]

RANDOM headcanons (PART I)

*Pictures do not belong to me and are taken from Google & Unsplash

Hello, all you beautiful people🥰 I'm finally free of exams and back to my writings, yayyy! This piece is all random... it has fluff, smut and angst. Literally these are things that hit me like epiphanies during my hibernation period. Also, this is my first time doing a mood board edit? without Gavin's pics. I wanted to try something new and I think the pictures and quotes reflect some of the headcanons~

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I've realised that the post was too long so I've divided in half. Content wise everything is the almost similar as the original post, just a few tweaks here and there.

Part II

Gavin x you

WC: 2298

Beta: Quiche

TW: Please be aware that some of the headcanons are suggestive and/or NSFW specifically the last two. MDNI for headcanon 6 & 7🔞

Enjoy reading

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When he takes your hand, the warmth of his large calloused hands encasing your smaller ones suffuses throughout your body, from the tips of your hair to your toes, making you feel like you can face any obstacle the world puts forth. He doesn’t say it, but he gets the exact same feeling when you reach out and entwine your fingers with his, because what he feels with you is the long lost warmth of home.

He joins you as you’re bobbing your ass to Law & Order: SVU’s opening, swaying his body side to side, even at times attempting to shake his muscular ass sexily as you stare and stare and try your hardest to hold in your laughter. How can someone who blushed so easily at the mere mention of a kiss go from that to here, shaking his ass like a stripper—albeit not a very good one. That short exhibition may at times leave you breathless with laughter or with need but it always ends with him stealing a kiss or two from you. 

All things bitter has Gavin’s face turning the other way but bitter gourd, now that fruit deserves a special honour for its power because at the mere mention of it, a moue quickly appears. It’s something he absolutely vehemently dislikes. So that is what Gavin found laying on a bed of rice with other condiments. Stir fried bitter gourd, in response to something he hid. “A punishment. Be glad you’re not eating it raw.” Apologies and frustrated groans fell on deaf ears, he had to eat it or risk silent treatment. Face contorting in disgust, he painfully chewed the abominable food, quickly swallowing it with some help of water and a few head pats.

Peaceful. That’s how he looks when he’s asleep. A relaxed pout with his breaths warming your face—one hand in your hair, another wrapped around your hips—fingers lightly brushing your derrière— sometimes bringing your thigh over his hips creating a cocoon of serenity. A mumble or two joins the chirping of crickets and psithurism when you move in his embrace. Grasping his exposed lower back, you burrow deeper into the warmth radiating from him. So peaceful… 

Petrichor. That’s what the unique earthy smell of rain currently flooding your nostrils is called. There you are with Gavin in the middle of the empty street lit only by the lamp posts, swaying your bodies at adagio with the rain pitter-pattering like staccato notes on a piano. He was reluctant at first, afraid that you would come up with a cold but he is a worrywart when it comes to you. “Saying it only makes it come true. You have to positively believe it won’t happen”, you wisely remarked. A light banter ended with you dragging him out and there is where you are now, twirling in the rain and returning to the comfort of his arms, back against his chest. Suddenly you're in his arms as he princess carries you and whirls around—your face like the keys for the the staccato notes to play. The rain washes all worries away with only unrestrained childlike happiness remaining—encasing this sweet reprieve like chocolates. Staring intently at one another, clothes dripping wet, giggling through the kisses as the moonlight refracts from the rain drops, it’s all utterly perfect.

Soft delicious pants and groans fall from his lips when he becomes one with you. An occasional moan or two when your fingers drag along his spine swallowed by kisses frantic, deep and hot. The mingling of breaths, the hard suck of skin, the kisses scattered across one another’s bodies, the saccharine words tumbling from one’s lips, the pleasurable cries of ecstasy at the taut coil snapping within one’s bodies, all burned in your brain, an indelible image.

The sounds leaving his beautiful kissable lips, a rhapsody so melodies it invokes a sense of pride and hunger but most of all, a pure need in you. A need to break all his barriers, a need to send him flying through the clouds of euphoria, a need for him to be utterly spent and sated. Each breathless gasp and moan, tingling your body sending your synapses into overdrive straight to your core. A predatory glance at him—has his fingers curling in your messy hair—before stroking and sucking him deeper and finally his barriers break with a whispered cry of your name as thick streams of cum bathe your tongue. Having flown through the clouds of euphoria utterly spent and sated, he wraps his arms around you bringing you onto his lap with hush promises of sending you to heaven with mind numbing orgasms. And send you he does. 

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A/N: Thank you for reading and welcome new followers!❤️

Btw, I recently watched The Lord of The Rings after more than a decade and I fell in love with it. I was never really into it since I watched it when I was very young and Gollum scared the bejesus out of me. It did not help that my father used to imitate Gollum's voice and scare me more. I mean Gollum is still creepy now but I imagine Andy Serkis doing it and it becomes so hilarious. As you can see there's a Tolkien quote there in the pic. When Arwen uttered it, OMG I melted into a puddle of goo. It was so romantic, I mean the whole scene was romantic🥺 Like I had this whole scenario of my future partner doing the same (I'll probably force them) Maybe I should've included it in the headcanon...Aragorn crept up on me! He's such a beautiful character and Viggo portrayed him beautifully. Viggo Mortenson has now joined my list of people that I admire and adore😚 And the opening theme, OMG the theme itself introduces you with an anticipation, wonder, wariness, sadness—it's so mystical like you're going for an adventure with the characters. I watched all 3 movies with my mom (she loves Legolas) and really it was so wonderful. I can't wait to read the books! Oh look, I gave a mini review... Oh well~

If anybody's asking who dances to the Law & Order theme, *slowly raises hand*. The theme's so iconic. I can't help but swaying to it. Although, I headcanon Gavin to be a bad dancer—the man can't be good at everything. The rain scene in the headcanon is also inspired by my love of drenching myself in the rain courtesy of my father who loves doing the same.

Anyway, I'm hoping to be more productive and write more! Again thank you for reading!

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Part II

Delve into my world~

[adiarosefandoms]

Good Omens Season 2: Part 2/6

Spoiler Warning for what’s to come ahead. This post is coming from a pile of quickly scribbled down notes during my watch, which was filled with much laughter, gaping, and tears, so brevity and clear communication are not guaranteed as you proceed.

Episode Two: The Clue

This was a great episode, with just enough of both past and present mixed into it. That being said, apparently the very first note I wrote for this episode was “What the hell is that haircut and beard thing Crowley has going on?”, and in all fairness... to me, it looked like Jerry Garcia mixed with Sebastian Bach plus a mini Billy Gillins beard. Aziraphale’s “Women’s Rights” moment with “does she want to birth four more?”, means this being had a better grasp on individual rights 6,000 years ago than we do now. And it shows us just another moment of him questioning God’s plans WITHOUT Crowley’s influence. I still can’t believe Aziraphale actually let Gabriel handle his books, but the various noises the angel made while moving around made me laugh out loud. Plus, then he brought Buddy Holly into the mix! I cannot remember a time I was so excited to hear a song in a tv show. Aziraphale muttering “this is why I don’t go out”, after the shop-owner organizer person talked to him and tried to rope him into a social occasion was peak introvert behavior, certainly something we’ve all done before.  “Get humans wet and staring into each other’s eyes” is a line that actually came out of Crowley’s mouth, and seeing the way the angel and demon both tell the ways they think humans fall in love definitely spawned a thousand fics with an insight to how they view love. Crowley’s was just the two lovers in the rain (think season one garden of Eden), and Aziraphale’s being a Jane Austen-esque ball was so fitting. Also, I get that Crowley taking off his glasses and approaching Jim with a stern voice was probably just a tactic of intimidation given his snake-like eyes, but it still feels to me like compelling or hypnotizing. It’s actually a myth that snakes can hypnotize their prey, but I still want there to be a headcanon out there. Aziraphale saying “I knew the angel you were” and finding out Crowley turned the goats into birds was a major turning point, especially in regard to Aziraphale’s end of the relationship. It was a real moment of him going “oh yes, I wasn’t wrong about him. He’s no longer an angel, but perhaps he has more good in him than the other angels do.” That smug little “Well...” he lets out after is also just perfect. Then when Crowley starts spreading about the fire, Zira is so sure that he won’t cause them any harm, calling Crowley’s bluff even as he admits to the kids that he can’t do anything. “I ca... I can’t you see. He has a permit.” I love the little girl of the trio! She’s so cute, as is the the little “oh” Zira lets out as she proudly shows the pot she had made and Crowley’s raised eyebrows. Then when Crowley lets her remain human because she “hadn’t annoyed me yet”, she actually wants to be a blue lizard, so he turns her into one. It’s the cutest thing ever. We find out in this episode that Aziraphale first tastes food after Crowley tempts him, which is no big surprise but a piece of knowledge we can now confirm as canon. We also get this moment when Jobe is talking with God, not getting answers but able to ask the questions, and we see it twist a knife into Crowley a bit. Jobe remained God’s favorite human, Crowley was cast off into hell for the very same act. I haven’t the faintest how Crowley and Aziraphale kept The Arrangement going and secret for as long as they did given how shitty they are at lying. I mean, “Huzzah! My two passions! Shoes and birth! A midwife and cobbler!” How were you two not killed ages ago? Also, does this mean that Gabriel and the angels as a whole don’t know about sex given they don’t know about birth? Aziraphale lying to protect Crowley, giving his word as an angel, was perfect. Crowley did some good here, Aziraphale did some bad. The Arrangement rang true. And let us not forget Crowley staying to rush in as the cobbler/midwife to save Aziraphale’s ass. I can never tell if I like the flashbacks or present more with these two. I mean, the best episode of season one was the “through the years” montage of the two of them that might as have just been playing Time of Our Lives the whole run, but then you get moments like the following scene: “Our car.” “We don’t have a car.” “Of course we do.” “This is my car.” “The same way my bookshop is ‘technically’ my shop. We both get plenty of use out of it.” Which is just so utterly familiar and couple-y that it warms your heart. If you, like me, were tearing up when Aziraphale cried in this episode, you were also unprepared for what was to come four episodes later, and I sympathize. The final point of this episode that I would like to highlight, is the parallel’s expressed between the two of them. When talking about sides in the basement of Jobe’s house, Crowley remarks that he is on hells side... as much as he can be. This is a phrase he repeats to Aziraphale later on in the episode after Zira sins by giving his word as an angel and questions if he’s a demon, only for Crowley to say, “you’re just an angel, who goes along with heaven as much as he can.” Then Crowley confirming that it is a lonely existence when he denied it earlier (when Zira asked), saying that he lied, only makes what’s to come that much more heart wrenching.

[ceciliablossoms]

Platonic headcanons of Zhongli, Dulic, Kaeya and Childe picking up/helping a mistreated runaway child please? They were sold off by their parents as a servant and believe they have no value, so it would be better for them to die. The child has repressed their emotions, so they don't have any expression, but it's not until they're shown genuine kindness they break/cry bc ????? no ulterior motives? they actually deserve love and basic needs??

TW: implied abuse/mistreatment

I'm going to write this as if they ran away

Read with caution please

Zhongli

Found you outside the funeral parlour

You were hiding underneath the overhang above the entrance

The first thing he noticed was that it was raining, he noticed you soon after

You were sitting with your back to the door, staring ahead blankly

He kneeled down to you, asking you what was wrong and who you were

You said nothing to him

The only acknowledgement he got was a hesitant nod when he asked if you were hungry

He furrowed his brow, but coaxed you into entering the funeral parlour

And when he supplied you with food from the staff kitchen, he was caught off guard when you bowed deeply at his offer

A small 'thank you, sir' left your mouth and a smile crossed his face

You say nothing else when he begins to ask you questions

His concern grows gradually, especially when he sees that you haven't really touched your food

He asked if you were well or needed to see Dr. Baizhu

Once he realizes that you're not eating out of

He kneels down to your level and reassures you that everything is alright

And that's when you break

You begin to cry before you even realized that you were crying

He was momentarily caught offguard but placed his hand gently on your head

It was then that you told him everything

His face hardened but his voice remained soft as he did his best to calm you down

He's not gonna stand for this I hope ypu know

He's adopting you on the spot

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Diluc

Thought you were lost in the city

So he intended to ask you, however, he got no response

He raised a brow, but asked again

You look at him but refused to make eye contact and shook your head

Immediately knows something is amiss by your demeanor

Asks if you'd like to sit inside the share where it wasn't so cold out

Provides you with some juice and asks where your parents are

After all who would leave a child in the middle of town alone

The only responses he gets is a momentary expression of sadness before your expression goes back to its normal mask of monotony

He's concerned now but doesn't outwardly show it

and continues to ask you a few questions about where you came from and what you were doing

He makes you a hot meat as well

You stare at the food with tears in your eyes

He actually fed you?? Unprompted???

And let you stay??? after closing time??

He stops polishing the glass he's holding when he sees you crying

He wasn't expecting such a reaction

He opened his mouth but before he could speak you started rambling

You spilled everything

He stared at you, surprised, before setting his class down

He moved around the counter and sat in the stool next to you

And suddenly you have a place to stay

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Kaeya

You're sleeping on a bench when he finds you

He got back late from an excursion with the nights

It's the dead of night

So he's very concerned

Why is there a child sleeping out here????

He looks around for any sign of your parents but sees nothing

Maybe you didn't realize how late it was? Your family must be worried sick

So he wakes you gently and informs you about how late it was

You just roll over and try to go back to sleep

Did you run away from home then?

He figures he'd take you back to the Knights HQ

Better for you to sleep on a couch in his office than on a bench outside

He can attempt to find your parents tomorrow

So he offers

You squint at him, suspicious, but follow nonetheless

Once there, he fetches a blanket and gives to you

You're surprised

At home you slept on a dingy mattress on the floor without any covers

You stare at the blanket in his hands for a moment before taking it, tears welling up in your eyes

Yoy thanked hin quietly, turning around so he couldn't see you cry

too late thought, he did

He sat on the couch next to you asking if you were okay

and all you say was you've never had a blanket

That caught him off guard and he asks you to elaborate

So you tell him everything and it makes him angry

That was when he decided not to worry about finding your parents

He'd talk to jean first thing

And hey Klee has a friend now

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Tartaglia

You'd been sitting in the same place all day

Even after he'd passed where you were both early in the morning and well into the evening

He watches from afar as more time passes and you dont move

Then he approaches you

He asks if you're waiting for someone and offers to wait with you

However, when you shake you head at him, his smile becomes a frown

He asks what you're doing out alone and sits on the bench next to you

You don't respond

And he thinks for a moment

To break the ice he mentions you remind him of his siblings and asks of you have any yourself

You shake your head

Now we're getting somewhere

He continues with small banter in am attempt to make you more comfortable, a smile on his face so he doesn't intimidate you

You don't say anything the enitre time

It's past dark now, and he's confused

Why are you still out here

Surely whoever you were waiting on must've arrived by now

But he doesn't want to leave you out here by yourself in the dead of night

So he offers to pay for you a room at an Inn

You look up at him in surprise and shake your head rapidly

But he just raised a brow and motioned for you to follow him

You're in awe the entire time and once he's about the leave after you're settled in you begin to cry

He turns around surprised and sits on the floor in front of you

Uses the tactics he used to calm down his siblings

It was then that you began to rapid fire answer all the questions he'd asked you earlier

Tbh how quickly you changed from your earlier demeanor gave him whiplash

when you calm down he promises to come back and check on you

Briefly wonders how you'd get along with his siblings if he brought you with him back to Snezhnaya

[ventura-starlight]

haikyuu as love confessions

hello everyone! I'm sorry I've been so incredibly inconsistent with posts and updates. lately, things have been rough but I swear I'm trying to work on writing for you all more. I have a series of drabbles I'm working on so hopefully I can get those worked on and scheduled by next month. in the meantime, I'll be doing a lot of headcanons and drabbles. if you have sent in a request/matchup I'll be using those to fill up the empty space. much love to you all <3

this is very similar to my post from a few months ago 'haikyuu characters as romcom moments' but this has been in my drafts even before I wrote that so oh well.

pride and prejudice, "you have bewitched me body and soul and I love...I love...I love you"

the dedication in their voice has you weak at the knees. the tenderness in their eyes melts away any remaining stubbornness left in your mind. perhaps the weeks spent resisting his less than stellar advances have left you vulnerable under their piercing gaze but that hardly matters now. all you can focus on is how you are going to explain to your friends that the one person you swore you despised has now turned into the person you find yourself in love with. ironic.

->tendou, aone [my heart is in TATTERS], suna [he's poetic I swear to it]

dirty dancing, "most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you"

hurt, angry, and afraid of losing you they are willing to test the limits of the universe to get the simple chance of being with you. it's not the meeting they had imagined nor the outcome they anticipated when working over the summer. but goddamnit if they aren't going to try.

->iwaizumi [hot], atsumu, semi

10 things I hate about you, "I hate it when you lie, I hate it when you make me laugh, I hate it when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact you didn't call...but mostly, I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."

to truly explain how you feel apparently took getting in front of the entire class and reading a poem you had written in your angry stupor a few evenings prior. as the words became choked and eyes became blurry your eyes flicker to the one the words are intended for. their eyes look void of any anger, replaced with a tormented sadness, screaming for the attention you have seemed to have stripped from them. only the high school parking lot can unite a feuding pair of lovers into realizing maybe falling in love isn't so damn bad.

->tsukkishima, kuroo, osamu

sleepless in Seattle, "its you." "its me"..."we better go...shall we?"

they should be thanking their kid for forgetting their backpack up here at this point. endless nights spent calling a radio show, the same number of nights they spent falling even deeper for a person they only could talk to at night. after their kid is tucked away in bed their son remembers he left his teddy bear at the local lookout point just as they were about to dial the only chance they have seemed to have at finding some sort of peace in their insomnia-based madness. but here you are in endless beauty, bathed in the moonlight reflected on the water. in your hands sits the beloved teddy bear their son holds so dearly. maybe they just about get the courage to talk to you face to face. their kid smiles seeing his parent happy as they reach out to take your hand.

->yamaguchi, akaashi, kita

4 weddings and a Funeral, "for the first time in my whole life I realized I...I totally and utterly loved one person. and it wasn't the person standing next to me in the veil, it's the person standing opposite me now, in the rain."

and well here they are staring at you. not exactly in the best of circumstances considering they left their fiancee, ex-fiancee, at the alter that morning at the church. but hey, they came to your wedding and caused a scene so when that didn't work out too well they made sure you had your moment. and maybe marriage really isn't cut out for them. the idea of something so law bounding and finalized scares the shit out of them. but the only thought crossing their mind at this point is that they know you are it for them, and maybe for the first time, marriage isn't the most important part of that.

->sakusa, kiyoko, ukai

also, hugh grant can hit me up whenever.

xoxo ches

[monocaelia]

the kisses they give

sometimes a kiss is all you need to know that they love you.

feat. childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, and xiao

genre : headcanons. fluff. slight angst for xiao.

note : a pick-me-up cause these past few weeks have not been nice to me TT i hope everyone's weeks have been good though! lots of love <3

❀ childe

to childe, giving affection is like breathing. he loves showering those he holds close to his heart with love or gifts or whatever he deems necessary to show that they mean the world to him. and kissing is no exception.

considering cheek kissing is a common greeting in sneznhaya (russia) and he grew up in a family where he was heavily doted on and spoiled by his elder siblings and parents, childe has absolutely no problem kissing the people he loves as a greeting or as his form of affection.

which is why cheek kissing or showering your face in kisses is the harbinger's go-to when it comes to loving you.

childe's kisses are filled with love and pure affection reserved for you, as if you needed him or anyone to tell you that directly. you would be able to tell from the way his slightly chapped lips peck the skin all around your face and from the way his eyes of ocean blue nearly twinkle when they focus on you.

due to his duties of working with the fatui and being stationed anywhere in teyvat, childe hardly gets any time to spend with you. so he treasures the moments shared with you during his time off.

the door to your home would slam open with a loud thunk and his hurried footsteps would get closer and closer to you before you're swept into his arms, your laughter intermingling with his as the ginger spins you around the room. it's not long before the spinning stops and your vision is obscured by orange tufts as the cheeky sneznhayan plants kisses all over your face.

no amount of protests will stop him until he's gotten his fair share of loving from you. and even if you do manage to wiggle your way out of his arms, childe would see that as a competition to see who was quicker; you getting away or the harbinger and his hungry lips. [spoiler alert: it's him and his hungry lips, to no one's surprise]

mornings on his days off aren't any better. usually they start off quiet with the golden morning rays seeping through the curtains of your shared room and the faint chirps of the morning doves outside.

but it always ends up in a fit of giggles and smooches when the sneznhayan is in need of your attention once more and decides to kiss you awake. despite your light protests for the man trapping you in his arms so he can kiss you again and again, it's not like you ever want him to stop kissing you.

each kiss that finds its way onto your face [and occasionally your lips] is proof that childe, your sweet ajax, is absolutely enamored with you and you wouldn't have it any other way.

❀ diluc

despite how diluc is around his brother, the young master of dawn winery is not one to shield his heart from those close to him. diluc is just not as affectionate as others are in a relationship, so don't expect him to shower you in kisses when he gets home or scream at the top of his lungs how much he loves you, though it would be a funny sight to see.

instead, he shows his love through his actions. shielding you from the rain with his coat, bringing you closer to him when you both have something to do in dragonspine so you won't get cold, ensuring that you get enough sleep while he stays up to keep watch of the team. it's subtle, but enough to tell you he cares.

kisses on your knuckles are what diluc would give you due to the polite and gentle nature of the kisses.

diluc would kiss your knuckles as a polite greeting, as he was raised to have respectful manners. when he first did it to you, you were quite flustered at seeing the vigilante bow before you and gently plant his lips on the curves of your knuckles.

however, now he gives them to you in more intimate situations. like after you've cleaned him up after a rather rough evening patrolling the grounds of mondstadt. diluc had come home to you in a disheveled state; ponytail messed up, dirt coating his clothing and face, porcelain skin covered in scrapes and bruises. luckily, nothing horrible on the surface.

you're shocked at the state he's in and quickly clean him up. you don't say a word to him however, in fear that he already had gone through enough and you scolding him would just add more to the weight on his shoulders. your fingers brush against diluc's skin and he leans towards your touch, the gentle and caring nature tending to his heart.

he kisses your knuckles, lips warm and soft, as a thank you for taking care of him and as a silent way of showing you how much you mean to him. you're the only one he trusts to see him this injured and the only one he's comfortable enough to let his walls come crumbling down.

diluc kisses your knuckles as a gentle reminder that he is devoted to you and only you. he finds you one night standing alone on his balcony, eyes glued to the vast orchards of grapes that surrounded the winery. it's hard to hide what you're thinking of from the attentive eyes of the vigilante beside you.

when you tell him your concerns that he should marry someone with more influence than you, diluc's brows furrow and his frown deepens. you are the one he loves, and he could care less about the winery or his business. he hesitates when you shy away from his touch, but you quickly find his hand again to hold.

the thick wall that shields diluc's heart crumbles when he's around you, and nothing proves his loyalty and true feelings more than his gentle kisses along your knuckles.

❀ kaeya

a playful and cheeky person, kaeya is someone who makes you want more and more of him. from his mischievous smile to the way your name melts off of his tongue. you can't help but miss his presence when he leaves for a mission and misses a night at the bar with you.

it's hard to miss the smirk that grows on kaeya's face when he catches word of you ever missing him. and it's even more difficult to avoid him as the calvary captain needs to tease you about it and shows up at your work or at your door to bring up the news to you, much to your dismay.

kaeya gives you brief, yet enticing kisses at the corner of your mouth to not only tease you with the idea of wanting more from him, but also because he absolutely loves to fluster you.

the calvary captain kisses you goodbye one night while dropping you off at home after a night drinking at angel's share. you weren't expecting it at all, but maybe you should have once you saw the playful glint in your companion's eye and the cheeky grin growing wider each second you stepped closer and closer to your door.

it's a quick kiss, short yet long enough to feel how soft kaeya's lips were against your skin and how good he smelled from the brief proximity. dazed, you can only stare at the captain with your jaw slack as he chuckled and closed your mouth for you so you wouldn't "catch flies."

kaeya's kisses are even more dangerous when he has an excuse to kiss you. while catching lunch at angel's share one afternoon, his eye catches a piece of your sandwich at the corner of your mouth while you're telling him a wild story about how the traveller killed all of timmie's pigeons one day as a bet.

you don't even have time to react as kaeya's cold hand grabs a hold of your chin and presses his lips against the corner of your mouth, successfully grabbing the grain from your face. the familiar scent of his fruity cologne fills your senses and it takes everything in you to not pull the calvary captain in.

there's a knowing smile on his face when he pulls away and sees your expression. his tongue pokes out from his lips as he licks it clean, smile growing when your eyes flit down to watch his movements.

it's hard to judge kaeya's true intentions when his kisses are so brief and you barely miss them, but everyone around the two of you can see the way the captain's gaze always lingers on you when you're storming away from his teasing lips.

❀ kazuha

polite and yet, always the romantic, kazuha isn't a stranger to showing or receiving affection. although he's reserved and grew up surrounded by nobility, affection is nothing the inazuman traveller strays far from.

fleeting and soft touches are what kazuha is fond of, his fingers always brushing against yours when you walk beside him or linking your pinkies together when you sleep after you've had a nightmare.

inner wrist kisses are ideal for someone like kazuha to give; intimate yet delicate, private enough where only you can see and feel the love he gives you through the simple kiss.

kazuha kisses you on the wrist in the intimate moments shared with one another on the crux. it's always when the two of you are alone and admiring the night sky and the sound of the waves gently brushing up against the side of the boat. the rest of the crew is either sleeping or drinking with the captain on the other side of the boat.

you brush his bangs aside, fingers lingering on the side of his face as you admire the beauty that the inazuman traveller holds.

he always catches you off guard by complimenting you in the most poetic ways. "the stars pale in comparison to you, my love." or "every time i look at you, my heart flutters as if carried by the sea breeze. you alone make the stars dance as if they are rejoicing that you were born into this world, the most beautiful and the pride of the universe."

his laughter floats in the air, as if twinkling like wind chimes dancing in the wind, seeing your flustered reaction to his words and he presses a quick kiss to the inner wrist of the hand that remained by his face. truly, you are the most mesmerizing being to ever grace teyvat.

kazuha's kisses are gentle against the skin of your wrist when he wakes to sound of your gentle humming. he had fallen asleep while resting with you underneath the shade of a thundersakura tree, though it's hard to blame him when your fingers are delicately brushing through his white strands of hair.

his heart swells seeing you so at ease beside him, with your ethereal smile and the way the sun seeping through the branches of the tree illuminated you like the god you were. celestia above must be so jealous of your divinity, but they could never have you so long as he was here to love you.

kazuha wishes there were more words to describe how much he loves you, but no words could ever describe how enamored he feels when you simply gaze his way. so kazuha kisses one of your wrists in hopes of showing you the devotion he has for you.

❀ xiao

xiao isn't one for affection. he doesn't seem the appeal to it: how mortals like the enjoy the feeling of another's hand in theirs or how they find peace with the feeling of another pair of lips on their own confused the poor adeptus.

not like he found any need for it anyways. being affectionate to the one you love was a mortal tradition and what did xiao know about being a mortal. more so, did he even deserve to be loved the way mortals loved one another?

xiao finds it terrifying to love you, a mortal that could easily succumb to the aftermath of his karmic debt. this debt was his own burden to carry and you don't deserve to love a corrupted being like him, someone who only brings despair and destruction to anyone who crosses his path, innocent or not.

forehead kisses are the only kisses xiao allows himself to give you.

they're intimate enough to communicate his feelings for you without saying a word, yet simple enough so that he doesn't overwhelm himself with your presence.

they're to bid you farewell before he leaves for one of his missions as the sole adeptus of liyue. xiao does not know how long he'll be gone, or even if he'd return to your warm embrace. and so, his featherlight kisses are pressed to your forehead before he disappears without a trace, leaving you to worry about his safety on the deck of the wangshu inn.

xiao gives you forehead kisses as an apology for being the one you love. anyone else could have given you a better love than he ever could, could even promise you a future together and grow old with you.

you deserve someone who could openly love you and show you off to those around them, someone who didn't have a high chance of never coming home. all the adeptus has done for you was give you the crystalflies whose light reminded him so much of the stars that inhabited your eyes and the slightly crinkled qingxin flower he picked up on the way back to you.

xiao wonders why you're so happy when he brings you those small gifts when someone else could be giving you gifts of a grander scale.

and yet he's also thankful for you for finding love in someone like him, for showing him the gentleness and compassion the adeptus seldom received in his lifetime. the pain surrounding his heart ebbs away every time you smile at him, like the warm spring sun melting away the frigid winter ice.

one day, xiao would be brave enough to kiss you the way you kiss him, to indulge in all of the different ways he could properly show you just how much you meant to him. but for now, his lips against your forehead is enough.

[witchie-writings]

comfort jorge headcanons for @your-local-simp0

Jorge Comfort HCs:

You can't hide anything from Jorge; this spartan II has been through the ten rings of Hell and back again, so unless your sneak skills are over a hundred, Jorge can spot anything from miles away.

Jorge would ask if his S/O could speak with him privately, away from the rest of Noble Team or whoever was in the vacinity. Then, he'd ask what was wrong.

The tears rained down harder than he expected. Once the question left Jorge's lips, he could see the way they tremble and struggled to hold themselves together. Then they broke down.

He pulled his S/O in a gentle hug; his strong arms held them close to his armored chest, hands brushing down their back.

He knows in the moment they needed to let the floodgates go, so he would carry them to their shared bunk to huddle and cuddle. Jorge didn't mind the tears that stained his undersuit or how they remained silent during the affectionate action, he didn't need any words.

The next day prior would be a day dedicated solely to his S/O. Anything they wanted to do, go out to eat, stare at the sunset, steal a warthog, whatever you want.

Carter would be very concerned on what Jorge was doing with his S/O, but the look he received from the spartan II told him to not to question it.

Jorge would definitely get his S/O ice cream and go walks in the park

Baking. Please help this poor man he cant bake to save his life, mainly because his hands are too fucking big like god damn

feed the ducks! feed the ducks dammit

hell yeah his S/O is getting piggy back rides and maybe even rides on his shoulders

PDA to the max bois, hand holding, cuddles, the whole damn yards

[cagesings]

the damsel in distress trope.

for much of canon, johanna is the damsel in distress. i have no problem saying that because i am a huge fan of this trope. i think most people really like it in some sense, but claim they don't because they don't really know what this trope really is. this video is my favorite rundown of this trope. i'm sure a lot of you have seen it. i just want to emphasize, yes johanna is a damsel in distress and that is not a bad thing at all.

we hardly ever get to see the damsel's pov in stories. we don't get that with johanna either, but that's a huge part of why i write her. i want to give that pov. i want her to be able to tell her own story.

johanna is very much a classic damsel. stuck somewhere, locked away, and needing someone to help her out. it's not a bad thing for characters to need external help. characters need external help all the time for a variety of problems. hers just happens to be she needs help from being in a dangerous situation. johanna literally has no way of getting out unless she threw anthony that key. that is also the first step in her freeing herself.

throughout the plot, she is trapped in one last to the next. there's a reason she kind of compares herself to a bird. in fogg's asylum, she needed anthony's help in getting out because she literally could not escape on her own. this is backed by historical evidence on how they would prevent people from escaping. she couldn't.

anthony breaks in, finds her, but guess what? johanna shoots fogg. she saves herself. all she needed was a little help from the "hero" type to get there.

while the damsel in distress motif gets tiring at times especially when it feels like the pretty girl in danger could be replaced by a valuable vase, it's not always a bad thing and i am a big fan of this trope and how it applies to johanna. ( not to mention benjamin was the damsel in distress at one point; he was locked away and needed an escape. ) johanna is this trope done right. she needed help, found a way to get it, and eventually saves herself.

[astrella-writes]

prompt | anonymous asked: Could I get some general relationship headcanons (with some fluff please!) for Chishiya, Arisu, and Kuina 🥺👉👈 let me know if you need a more specific ask! :)

warnings | written with the intention of female pronouns but can be read as gender neutral, very minor suggestive implications, mentions of alcohol, nicotine and eating habits, might be considered kinda cheesy oops, the use of the pet name ‘bunny’.

word count | 1.4K

author’s note | ‘m loving this request. this is written with the intention of it being pre-borderlands. 

Shuntarō Chishiya 

- Frequenting local cafes for routinely study dates. He helps you with topics that you may struggle on and you buy him the bizarre flavored ‘treat of the week’ as a thank you. He jokes around that you’re probably using him as a test subject, because who would order sweet potato brownies with the premise that they would taste good. Much to his surprise, they actually do.

- Visiting a cat cafe once, but not getting around to completing any work. The image of Chishiya cradling a fluffy kitten close to his chest and holding softened eye contact with it is now your permanent lock screen. He has a matching lock screen of you holding a kitten from under the armpits and touching noses with it.

- Learning new skills together. Chishiya is pretty much down for anything that he considers interesting enough. That’s how you ended up frustratingly trying to follow along to a complex origami cat tutorial at 2 in the morning as Chishiya worked quietly with his earbuds in, listening to a different tutorial. Only once he presented you with a perfect paper flower did you smile for the first time in the past hour, the frustration dissipating. That very flower has claimed its indefinite place on your bedside table, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

- Doing escape rooms together every so often. It baffles you to some degree how he figures things out so easily, but then again, you’ve known how smart your boyfriend was since the day you met so it shouldn’t really come as a surprise. You just can’t help but admire him, and voice these admirations out loud. Your compliments being the only ones which truly affect him.

- Despite how genius your boyfriend is, you remain concerned about the mental toll college might have on him. If he is stressed, he barely gives it away, but you’ve grown to read through his indifference and pick up when something is wrong - even if he’s attempting to hide it for your disburden. You allow him to de-stress in your arms, playing with the tips of his hair and speaking through what has got him so troubled.

- Late night dates that consist of trips to the corner store where you buy your favourite snacks and walk down to the beach together. It’s a relaxing way to wind down after a stressful week filled with work and college. If it’s not too cold that night, you substitute sitting on your usual bench for a stroll along the sand. If he finds a pretty seashell, Chishiya will give it to you wordlessly.

- He buys you a lot of small things that reminds him of you. A cute keychain he found by chance while buying groceries, splurging his money on a random claw machine because he spotted a plushie character from that show you really like, buying your favourite snacks to calm you down before a big exam that you’ve been studying really hard for. It’s the little things that show how much he really loves you.

Ryōhei Arisu

- Offering him a place to stay for a few days if he needs a break from his family, Arisu will pack up his gaming laptop along with him and you two will game with each other side by side. He anticipates the moment you rest your head on his shoulder and once you do, he rests his own head upon yours with a small: “you tired, bunny?”

- Being extremely supporting and non-judgemental on the topic of him getting a job. You search listings almost daily and send any promising ones through to him, leaving an encouraging message afterwards in hopes he gets the right intention. You care for him deeply and don’t want to see his father eventually kicking him out the house for being unemployed and making the situation ten times more difficult for him.

- Helping him get out more and introducing him to places he quickly grows to love. A quaint coffee shop with a grassy roof hidden deep within the cracks that he never would have found if it weren’t for you. It’s become your usual spot for dates, and Arisu enjoys the tranquility of it all.

- Going on trips to the game store together, even though Arisu usually just buys all his games online, and he’s pretty sure you do too. Regardless, it’s an excuse to meet up and hang out for a few hours after, something he’s found has become more enthralling than gaming. 

- Staying up on video call into the late hours of the night as you both battle it out on some mmorpg. You’re confused when you see his idle avatar and look over at your phone screen to find him staring at you in a trance. It catches you off guard at first, but seeing him snap back to reality upon getting caught and getting all flustered left you replaying the scene over in your head for days later.

- Dates to the arcade, because of course. You two definitely hog a specific game with a line of pouting children waiting impatiently to get their chance. Arisu only agrees to move on when you mention a new game you spotted earlier. There is no new game, you just feel bad for the kids. Once he’s caught on, you merely give his lips a quick peck and you’re instantly forgiven.

- Playing in one of those immersive game machines with the curtains on both sides, only for Arisu to stare at you dumbly, leaving you a flustered and confused mess. This usually leads to a one-sided lean in and a small make out, only for an innocent kid to pull back the curtain and run away mortified. Their screams are the highlight of your boyfriend’s day, and you swear he’s holding some mental record of how many kids he traumatize through doing this.

Hikari Kuina

- Working at the same clothing store and having Kuina intervene whenever you’re faced with a rude customer. She might not be all too friendly if they insulted you, and if getting fired is the cost of standing up for you, then so be it. You’d quit alongside her and find some place new to work.

- Helping tend to her sickly mother in hospital, whom you had made speechless upon your first visit. She was delightfully thrilled upon finally being introduced to her daughter’s significant other, Kuina sharing to you afterwards that she hadn’t seen her mother smiling so brightly in a long time. You always present her mother with gifts upon each visit, whether it be flowers or a small cake. She’s become like your own mother, and so you help pay towards hospital bills as well.

- Comforting Kuina if she ever gets upset about her past (especially her relationship with her father) or her mother’s current poor health. You make her feel so valid; it leaves her a sobbing mess in your arms as you comfort her with soothing strokes and affectionate mumbles. Once her wailing has calmed, you offer to make her favourite - hot chocolate topped with cream.

- Constant sleepovers, which include wearing face masks, ordering takeout, watching some sappy romance before switching it over to an action movie and sipping on some cheap beer. The buzz of the alcohol always makes you more daring as you suggest showering together, and you’re never turned down by your equally audacious girlfriend. 

- Helping her overcome her nicotine addiction and being the initial person to suggest chewing on a dummy cigarette whenever she felt the urge to smoke. Her mother couldn’t thank you enough for getting her into this, expressing her hidden fear of having to watch Kuina smoke herself into ill health or worse, a premature grave. 

- In return, she looks out for your own well-being: reaching out to hold your hand before you both cross the street, showing up with lunch the next day at work if she thinks you haven’t been eating as much lately, keeping headache pills in her bag ever since you complained about a migraine that one time, keeping an extra umbrella in the break room just in case it rains later that day and you’ll need one.

- It’s never a dull moment dating Kuina, always planning fun and exciting dates like getting drunk in a private karaoke room only for it to lead to sloppy make outs. The one time she was so insistent on riding the kiddies train at the amusement park, only for the both of you to fall off once you reached the sharp bend in the tracks. It left you both a giggling mess, but the pain afterwards definitely made the whole situation regrettable. 

[icyowl]

Hawks’s wings have a mind of their own (headcanons)

A/N: some slight suggestive themes, so don’t like read this to your parents or anything.

You were about to step off a curb right into the path of a cyclist and suddenly you were mom-armed back onto the sidewalk. It was a powerful force that almost had you tripping back onto your butt. He was standing next to you with a smirk, so you thought this was his cheeky way of keeping you safe.

Internally though, this man is screaming. What the hell was that? This has never happened before with his other girlfriends. It wasn’t hero instinct either -- his wing had yanked him to you.

He gets flustered the next time. 

Once is a fluke, but twice is a pattern.

You hadn’t seen the old glass mason jar come off the top shelf along with whatever you were reaching for until it was heading straight down to your face. There was nothing to do other than brace for a painful impact. You were surprised at the large gust of wind and a deafening shatter of glass. Hawk’s wing had narrowly missed your head and full on backhanded that mason jar across the room. Wasn’t his fault the glass shattered when it hit the wall, but he did offer to clean it up.

Even his feathers will detach from their home and come to your aid. Can’t reach something? They’ve already scooped it up and are offering it to you. About to trip over a pair of shoes that got left out? They’re pushing them out of the way. Something’s heavy? Well now they’re carrying it for you.

Yes, they do unconsciously cover you from rain if you’re both caught outside. It’s cliche but damn if it doesn’t make your heart all big and mushy.

Weeks later it was snowing and the two of you were walking in a park because you insisted on seeing the beautiful new scenery. Even with all the clothes, gusts of wind burst through your layers and made you shiver a little. It wasn’t that bad, but suddenly there was one of his wings coming to your rescue. Not only did it wrap carefully around your waist, but his alula arced over your head so you weren’t just getting hugged, you were being surrounded by fuzz and fluff.

Hawks was looking ahead and hadn’t stopped talking, so it was clear he hadn’t realized what he’d done. It wasn’t until you carefully grabbed one of his primary feathers to further bring his wing around you that he broke consciousness and saw what was happening. Christ, he thought, I have to talk to someone about this.

He finally decided to share his findings with you when a particularly heavy makeout session gave his wings enough control to ever-so-carefully slip under your shirt before stiffening and -- rriiippp -- sending the shredded remains to the floor and causing you to cover yourself in utter surprise. Again, his wings had never done that before.

‘The talk’ has nothing to do with changing bodies or how to avoid pregnancy. No, this talk with Hawks involves him sitting you down and haphazardly trying to explain to you that his wings just do stuff when you’re around. He tried to get help from other animal-based quirk users after the day it snowed, and they all said they had experienced the same things: animalistic appendages moving on their own, instincts becoming overwhelmingly powerful for people they hold dear, even making strange noises during times of excitement for that special someone.

It can get embarrassing when others are around because he’s got a persona to maintain and now he can’t control his own limbs so what does that say about his abilities? Someone makes a joke that hits you the wrong way at a gala and suddenly a wing has placed itself in front of you and is pushing you back behind your date. Hawks’s wing had tried to place you under his protection by all but pinning you to his spine. People began to stare when they realized the almighty Hawks had subconsciously tried to protect your honor. That one had been fun to try and explain away.

Someone tried to attack Hawks and you out of the blue one day and triggered both his predatory and protective instincts. A wing lashed out and shoved you back and out of harm's reach. The force was powerful enough to make you fall and almost hit your head. Meanwhile Hawks had become an entirely different creature than the carefree one you had grown too accustomed to.

Now, Hawks isn’t a big guy. He’s average height and got a slim build. However, the sudden intensity of his presence was frightening and growing more powerful by the second as he all but stalked the man who had tried to come after you. Hawks was now an apex hunter cornering his prey with his animalistic gaze alone. Wings came up to make him larger than his opponent, furthering his status as a high ranking animal and crowning him king over his opponent.

Hawks didn’t speak -- he might have even lost the ability to -- and that made him even scarier. Instead he growled deep and powerful with a timber only a beast could perform. This wasn’t a person anymore.

Unbeknownst to you or Hawks, his eyes had constricted to onyx specs hooded by eyelids lowered in powerful contempt for the insufferable cretin that had dared harm his mate in such an underhanded method. At least face him head on like someone of power would do.

You could only see Hawks from the back, but he was still unsettling to watch. You’d never want to be frightened of him, but this was so unexpected.

It was only your scream that brought Hawks out of his hunt. It hadn’t occurred to you during the commotion that the assailant would have a compatriot. You were being dragged away for only a couple of feet before Hawks registered the threat and all but lunged at the woman who had the audacity to lay a hand on you.

Hawks came at you in one movement, so swift and violent you closed your eyes. A gust of wind disturbed your hair, and a weight settled gently over you. For all his ferocity, Hawks stopped on a dime over top of you, hunched low to the ground and incinerating the female attacker with just his eyes.

You weren’t scared now. Sure, Hawks was something entirely different right now, but the way he covered you and kept you close to the ground with his body could only be an action of protection. He had one knee and one foot on either side of your waist, with one hand planted firmly on the ground right next to your head and the other wielding a primary feather as a blade.

His wings fanned out to their maximum reach and skimmed the ground. They were covering any possible blind spots Hawks might have whilst protecting your sight from seeing any lethal damage their owner might cause in the next few seconds. Time slowed enough for one wing to lean down and barely brush your hand in a show of comfort. It was trying to convey to you that you were safe now, and wanted to see if you were okay. Hawks’s wings were sensitive enough to gauge the wellbeing of a person based on a second of contact, and you knew that was what he was unconsciously doing now.

Seeing their odds of success diminishing by the second, the two assailants took off with screams of apology thrown over their shoulders.

There was a pause while Hawks regained his mental acuity and composure. He slowly lowered his head onto your own and breathed in deeply. It was a deeply compassionate action that contrasted sharply with the man of instinct that had pinned you under him only a couple of seconds ago. “You’re okay?”

You were still too jarred to do much other than nod and hum an approval. “Thank you.”

It took him some time to convince himself the threats were gone and to get off of you.

You had a nightmare that same night. Hawks was still waking up when his wings pulled you over to him. You couldn’t remember much of the dream, but it must have been a bad one; you felt fine, but tears were clearly running down your face. Again his wing was there, gentler than a lamb as it wiped the paths of water from your cheeks and dried the corners of your eyes.

The next time you do the dirty, it becomes surprisingly intimate. He totally caught you off guard when his wings wrapped around him to slip under your body and basically hug you to him while you guys are getting down to business. You knew him well enough to see the uncertainty in his face: he’d never felt this way before, or done things like this. This part of him had never been this powerful before and it made him nervous. What if he was changing? What if he was losing himself?

His canines had grown and sharpened so talking was really difficult. All you had to go off of were his eyes of wariness and a hint of shame. For Christ’s sake, he couldn't even speak to you right now. What did that say of him? Hawks felt nothing like himself right now and it was quite unsettling.

The best and only thing you could think of to prove to him was to show that you accepted all of him, even the parts of him he tried not to show or didn’t understand. You manifested that affection in your mouth, and touched it gently to his own. That night was spent cocooned in his rumbling, chesty calls and easing him through the bouts of potent instinctual desire that almost consumed him. He didn’t want to hurt you, and he was worried he would cause you harm with all this emotion and intensity crashing through his blood. Your presence and comforting words helped him keep the worst of it at bay and work through it. After that night you achieved a closeness few could imagine.

If you’re ever in a combat situation, Hawks likes to put you between him and a wall and use his wings to stretch back and cage you in, in a sort of triangle of protection. He knows you’re not weak or anything, he knows that… but he can’t help himself.

You talk to his wings as if Hawks isn’t there. It’s a whole thing. He can’t meet your eyes ‘cause it's cute and he’s not supposed to enjoy it this much so he’s trying not to react. Thankfully you only do these kinds of antics in private. When you coo and gush over them they puff out without warning and rub into you like an overzealous dog.

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As a fellow birb I sympathize with this man. It’s okay to like shiny objects Hawks, no one will judge you.

[aelingalathyniusrailme]

gwynriel headcanons because we need more content

rain kiss on roof tops

gwyn is talking to nesta and emerie about the male lead in one of their erotica books, and this guy is embarrassing as fuck. he’s pathetic and needs to get a grip. sellion drake would never write a male lead as trashy as this one

azriel overhears and thinks she’s talking about him. he proceeds to get very moody and distant. shutting gwyn out.

gwyn finally had enough of his attitude, asked him what was up and he ignored her, facing the other way

she grabbed his arm and forced him to look at her. “hey talk to me”

“I know you’re embarrassed of me”

it took gwyn a moment but then she realized exactly what he was talking about

gwyn is like you dumbass and starts climbing out the window

azriel is stunned “what are you doing get back here”

gwyn ignores him and pulls herself on to the roof in the pouring rain

soaking wet in front of all of velaris she starts yelling to the entire city all the reasons that she loves him

everyone turned to look up at them and azriel got super shy and was blushing. but gwyn, satisfied with herself, was grinning like an idiot absolutely drenched in rain

she’s the most magnificent sight he’s ever seen

gwyn is still smiling and hollering about how much she loves him. and to shut her up azriel pulls her in for a kiss. and while she wants the whole world to know, his words are for her to hear and her only. he whispers “I love you too”

🎵everybody shots shots shots🎵

azriel has been super moody lately and gwyn will not have it.

her “best friend” needs her and she is determined to be there for him

gwyn has only been outside the library a few times at this point

it’s the end of training and she walks up to azriel and loops her arm through his. he raises his eyebrows in amusement but doesn’t question it

she looks at him with a smirk and declares “we are going out tonight”

azriel is stunned. so much so that he forgets he’s brooding “you want to go out? tonight?”

our sassy gwyn replies “yes pretty sure that’s what I just said”

“and just where are we going”

“rita’s”

azriel remains shocked “you want to go to a club?”

“well i’ve heard such great things about it, so yes I want to go to a club.”

“I mean if you don’t want to go I will gladly find someone else to take me”

azriel eyes flash with subtle panic. gwyn notices and smirks knowing she’s about to get her way

he regains enough composure to begrudgingly agree

they arrive at rita’s. it’s packed but because azriel is good friends with our lesbian icon miss rita herself they get in anyway

gwyn is ready to party

they grab a booth and order drinks. gwyn gets something fruity (for az because he’s a sucker but will never get one himself) az gets tequila (for gwyn obvi she loves herself some trashy cheep liquor)

gwyn is only one drink in but because miss berdara is a lightweight she’s already wasted

a faerie comes up to them and is clearly about to hit on gwyn but azriel stares him the fuck down and he leaves. gwyn doesn’t even notice

they’re talking, drinking, enjoying each other’s company when gwyn yells “ShOtS”

az looks at her incredulously.

“gwyn i’m not sure shots are the best idea right now” he says carefully

“oh don’t be such a scrooge az” gwyn slurs and winks “unless you’re scared i’m going to beat you”

azriel sees the bait from miles away and yet he can’t resist taking it “I am 500 years old and you think you can beat me in a drinking game” azriel scoffs

gwyn waits and finally az calls the waiter over for a round of shots

they go round after round downing shots and suddenly there’s a group of people surrounding them cheering them on. “SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS EVERYBODY”

gwyn despite being a huge lightweight is still going. but none of us are surprised because we know how determined she is

8 rounds in gwyn downs another one. and azriel brings the drink to his lips, his hand shaking slightly

finally he puts it down and admits defeat. “you win” he slurs. gwyn stands up on the table triumphant and everyone in the club cheers for her “Redhead Redhead Redhead”

gwyn waves to the crowd like a queen waving to her subjects

azriel watches her laughing

but she is so gone that she stumbles and trips

azriel doesn’t miss a beat and catches her

they stare at one another, with her hands wrapped around his neck, like there’s no one else in the club

gwyn stands up. az is reluctant to let go and she whispers “thank you”

to break the tension gwyn says “let’s go dancing”

“absolutely not” she rolls her eyes at him and he can read the words there scrooge

azriel is hiccuping like there is no tomorrow and gwyn is dying of laughter

after another drink she finally convinces him to dance with her

they dance the night away drunk and having the time of their lives

but eventually gwyn and az call it a night and they walk home along the sidra.

for the first time in weeks azriel goes home smiling his ass off instead of brooding

point bedara

the french braid

it’s been a long week for gwyneth bedara. the illyrians are refusing to train with the valkyries no matter how hard gwyn, nesta and emerie try.

she’s been staying late training. training training and training. trying to turn her frustration into something productive and gwyn is exhausted. she’s barely been sleeping.

azriel unlocks the door of their apartment and walks into their shared room. he’s about to open his mouth when he sees gwyn at the vanity

gwyn is sitting with her hands behind her head aggressively braiding her hair. he watches as she stops, deciding it’s not good enough, violently brushes through her hair and tries again. the process repeats until finally gwyn throws the brush in frustration

her eyes are dull and unfocused

azriel comes in and she turns to look at him exasperated. “why don’t we go to bed” he says softly

“I need to finish this” she says through gritted teeth. her hands clenched in a fist

“love, why don’t you let me do it for you” his voice is sincere and loving

gwyn let’s out a breath and hands him the brush

az begins to brush through her straight, thick, copper hair. gently detangling the knots

his shadows twist themselves in gwyns hair attempting to comfort her

when azriel determines her hair silky and knot free he sets down the brush

gwyn talks him through the braiding process and az, the quick learner that he is, is soon weaving her hair into a gorgeous french braid

his hands are light and delicate. crossing the strands over each other and softly tugging her hair, giving gwyn a massage

his hands feel good in her hair. she looks up into the mirror and smiles faintly as she watches az with his brows furrowed in concentration, braiding away.

the restless energy in gwyn settles. she is content to watch az. but without meaning to her eyelids feel heavy and she can no longer hold them open

gwyn is asleep for the first time in days

azriel continues to braid until he finally reaches the end of her hair. he grabs a blue ribbon from the vanity and tenderly ties it around her hair.

az steps back and admires his handiwork. feeling satisfied he says excitedly “gwyn I did it”

he then looks over at her and realizes that she has fallen asleep so he picks her up and gently lays them down on the bed with her head against his chest and his wings wrapped around them

she murmurs against him still half asleep “i’m proud of you”

“shh rest my love”

[imjeralee]

i request that you drink plenty of water and take care of yourself !!! ·o·b after thats done, came i pretty please get headcanons with link, Kaeya and maybe Childe about an s/o who draws them one day as a confession and gives it to them? :) (maybe they already knew and saw them drawing them before ? who knows) thank you in advance!!

Thank you anon! *looks at cup of green tea beside laptop* yep I think i’m doing well in keeping myself hydrated recently hehe but thank you :3

Anyway please see below for the ask! (it’s pretty long)

Link

He was grooming one of the ponies when he saw you standing behind a tent peeking at him curiously and when he turned round properly, you quickly scampered away and he got worried so he followed you to the room you share to see you sitting on the bed with a wine red book propped up in your lap but upon his return, you immediately hid it behind your back, smiling widely at him

He wonders what it was but decides not to pry, but he later discovers it was actually a sketchbook when he’s packing up for tomorrow and you’re taking a bath and the sketchbook drops out of your pack and onto the floor, opening at a random page

He picks it up with the intention to return it to your bag but then he sees the various drawings of him in his Ancient Armour set, Hylian and Snowquill set. They’re fully coloured and it looks like you’ve spent hours on them. He didn’t know you were this artistic and wondered why you hid this from him

The date you wrote on the bottom of the page indicates that you drew all this in one day! He’s super impressed

Then he sees the note you wrote below: “To my Dearest Link, I hope you like my drawings of you. All I can think about is how lucky I am to be able to be by your side, you’ve changed my life for the better and-”

Obv half complete so now he knows why you didn’t want to show him and he respects your privacy, so he puts the sketchbook away 

Outside, he sees Beedle and goes over to see what’s new for sale. Beedle has some cool art stuff (well, it’s more like stuff that can be used for dye but can also be used as paint) so he buys some for you as a present which he will give to you later.

Next day, you get chased by a group of Bokogoblins and the book and all your drawing supplies drops out from your bag. 

You didn’t see it drop and returned to the stable, ransacking your bag like crazy only to find your stuff missing

When you realise everything must have dropped out when you got chased, you quickly leave the stable to go back to the area but it’s thunder and lightning so Link chases after you

“Link, what are you doing? Go back, the weather’s awful.” You tell him but he shakes his head, unable to leave you alone in the rain like this

He helps you with your search and you end up locating your book and your supplies which are lying in the mud

The book has been trampled over and some of the pages have been torn out. The remaining pages are soaked with dirt and grime. Your pencils are snapped in half and your paints have been left to bleed all over the grass. All of your drawings are ruined, too. This is your worst nightmare.

Link observes you silently as tears begins to form in your eyes and you look at him, sniffling slightly.

You’re experiencing a mixture of devastation, frustration, anger and exasperation - from your carelessness to the stupid bokogoblins - and this incident infuriates you so much you throw the book to the ground angrily

Before you can march away, Link grabs your wrist 

Turning round, your gazes meet and he looks at you softly, intently.

‘What’s wrong?’ he is saying. 

“I was going to use those to confess to you!” you end up roaring out by accident. 

Link looks at you, a little stunned

“N-Never mind! Everything’s ruined!!!!” 

You’re about to storm off again when Link suddenly pulls you into his chest and gives you a hug

“!” you’re so shocked you can’t speak

He pulls away though, and leads you to the hollow of a nearby tree trunk where he gestures for you to sit down to shelter from the rain whilst he glances around, then sprints back over to where the ruined sketchbook is

He picks it up and holds it against his chest as if it’s dear to him. That’s not all, you watch as he begins to pick up the remaining pages that were torn out and once he’s collected them all he returns to you, clutching the pages tightly

"Link...” you murmur breathlessly as he he kneels down in front of you before he fishes around in his pockets to reveal a random bunch of paint pots in his hand.

You’re a little confused, but realise he has some spares which he must have bought from a merchant

it’s not much but...

he nudges it to you for your offering

You gawp at him for a few moments before you smile and chuckle and upon seeing you back to your usual self again, Link smiles and helps you back onto your own feet to stand

You thank him as you cradle the paints to yourself. You will need to restart from scratch from somehow it feels ok and something tells you you don’t need to hide it from him anymore

And you return to the stable, sheltering from the rain by sharing a large leaf together

Kaeya

Let’s begin with the fact that alongside you, there is a maid who also likes Kaeya as much as you do and she’s a bit of a sneaky bugger and you don’t show your drawings to anyone or watermark your artwork until they’re complete. You can probably see where this is going

One day, Kaeya finds out you are drawing a picture of him when he comes to your office to inform you that there’s a group of abyss mages outside Mondstadt so you hurry off to dispatch it and leaving Kaeya in your office

He accidentally comes across your drawing when he sees his face on a piece of parchment and his interest is piqued so he heads over to check it out

It’s a really good sketch!!! the amount of detail is insane! he had no idea you possessed such skill and who knew that you could create such beautiful art like this? He also finds some rough doodles and sketches you made earlier on some scrap paper you had also written on so he knows it’s you

Anyway, he puts everything back to join you in battle, but not before passing a maid along the way who is heading to your room to clean up

She comes across your drawing and she’s always fancied Kaeya herself, so for some reason other than just thinking she might be able to get away with it if she’s sneaky enough, she takes your drawing and sets off with it

Meanwhile, you return to your room after the battle, take off your coat and sit comfortably in your chair, reaching for your quill

“Ah, time to get back to my drawing of Kaeya.” you say with a smile, looking at your desk.

Wait a minute.

Something is wrong.

Very wrong.

It’s GONE!

After checking the rest of your office (and its clearly not there), you rush outside, wondering what happened to it when you see Kaeya and a maid talking in the corridor

they didn’t see you, so you quickly hide

“Please accept this, captain Kaeya!” gushes the maid, presenting your drawing to him. “I drew this picture of you to show how much you mean to me.”

What in the Samachurl shit is this? 

You’re about to storm over when Kaeya takes the drawing with a delicate brow raised, studies it intently and goes, “Oh? But I’m not so sure about that.”

“W-what do you mean, Captain Kaeya?”

“There’s no watermark on it,” he points out, “....one could’ve taken anyone’s artwork and claim that it’s theirs.”

“T-That’s - ! Ah, Captain Kaeya, h-how could you think so lowly of me?”

“I’m only just stating some simple facts, that’s all. You won’t hold that against me, will you? And I’m certainly not accusing you of anything...unless you...?”

“Oh....uh....I...I-I’m so sorry, Captain Kaeya, you’re right! I-I....please excuse me!”

The maid’s too embarrassed to proceed any further and leaves, running away.

Indeed, what in the samachurl hell had just happened? 

It goes quiet and you wonder if he’s still there; you step out of your hiding place only to go nose-to-chest with Kaeya.

He greets you with a smirk. “if it isn’t the little kitten, what are you doing here?”

“Um...uh, I....that....that drawing - “

What he said is right, there’s no watermark. How can you prove it’s yours? Would he believe you if you told him?

“Hm? Ah, yes, this drawing. I was going to keep it for myself.”

“No, wait! I mean...er...it’s not finished yet-”

“So you drew this then?”

“Yes, I did. it was me.” Though you wonder if he would believe you after everything you had just heard.

“Why?”

You lamely tell him you really like him and wanted to use it to confess to him.

He watches you for a few seconds, then hands the drawing to you. “I’ll wait until you’ve finished then.”

“Huh?” You gasp. He gave it back to you so easily despite what he said to the maid! “You...you’re not-”

“I knew it was you who drew it. I recognised your style.”

“Then why didn’t you say so earlier?”

“If I said so earlier, how else would I get you to confess to me?”

“KAEYA!!!”

(from then on he’ll want you to draw him more often)

Childe

Saw you sitting on the grassy hill near Qingxu Pool drawing earlier and because he is good at sneaking up on people, you didn’t hear him as he casually leaned over to peek over your shoulder and said, “Hey girlie, what’re you up to?”

You’re like “UWAGH!” and quickly close your sketchbook before turning round to see Childe.

“N-nothing!” you exclaim, before you get up and run down the hill, leaving a very amused Childe on his own

Later, when you’ve finished your masterpiece, you nervously approach Childe and tell him, “Um....this is for you, let me know what you think.” before rushing off in a blushing mess and Childe will open the sketchbook to see that you’ve drawn a very nice portrait of him in a battle stance, wielding his bow, surrounded by his hydro blades

Childe stands, staring at the picture

Then he sees the words ‘do you like me?’ scribbled at the very bottom

Childe staring hard now

He’s used to giving people gifts but now that he’s received something so thoughtful, he’s a bit overwhelmed. he can tell you put so much effort and hardwork into this. Ah, what is this feeling? 

He closes the book without further ado and scrubs a hand over his face

he actually wasn’t expecting you to do this. he knew you were drawing him but the result is really....something else

You don’t hear him from Childe in a few days and you are so nervous and worried.

Is this a rejection? Maybe he didn’t like your picture after all...

You’re walking in the streets and sigh and sit on the stone steps of Liyue, staring at the sea, upset and dejected

But then you hear a whistle from behind and throw a glance over your shoulder to see Childe standing on a higher step, a hand in his pocket

“Hey girlie, heads up,” he tosses a paper plane into the air which makes this little loop before you stand to catch it

Looking up, Childe has gone

You unfold the paper plane to its proper size to reveal that Childe’s drawn a little sketch of you in return and he has written: ‘Yes I do’.