#Rc hsr

[ladyrennell]

omg why this is so funny 😹

[squishywizardd]

sotcn banter: 🥳🫶🥰

hsr banter: 🫵🖕🤬

literally bffs vs siblings 🤣

[kazu-naito]

#𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋 — aren't we indeed the keepers of our dead?

[taemcains]

what makes toxic sapphic couples delicious is how amidst the horrid acts they commit, obsession, possession, and ownership is the epicenter. and anna + wod no mercy lane fall into negative toxic yuri. lane does not give a fuck about anna, let alone even like or know her, and their relationship only serves to show the readers how evil and manipulative and what a great vessel for darkness lane is, as if we don't see that ten times over in every thought she has

[cursedbycain]

Rooftop - Cain x Lane

tagging: @rc-catalog and ofc my magic 8 ball @kazu-naito for inspiring this

synopsis: a tender moment before everything goes sideways

tw: mention of suicidal thoughts, rated M

wc: 1.1k

“Do you want to go right now?” Cain asks. Lane shakes her head in response, leaning against the railing slightly.

“Let’s just…relax for a minute.” It’s hardly a relaxing moment, the anxiety of her plan settling in her stomach like lead. So many things have to go perfectly and even then Lane isn’t quite sure what comes after. But standing next to the angel, she feels safe.

She grips the cool metal of the railing to steady herself. The half can of soup hadn’t been much and she still felt a bit weak. The cold air is soothing, and she shuts her eyes to pretend she’s somewhere else for just a moment. A cool hand gently covers hers. She sneaks a peak over at the immortal, who continues to stare out into the city.

They’re both quiet for a while. It’s Cain who breaks the silence, thumb skimming over her hand.

“I heard you talking. To…him.” He spits out the last word. As if Abel’s name is a poison he refuses to let touch his tongue.

Lane raises an eyebrow in response, waiting to see if he’ll continue. Cain had been coming out of his shell before. But it seemed the attack on the base had sobered him slightly, seemingly realizing that he wasn’t as in control over the situation as he had thought.

“And what did you think?” She had pretended it hadn’t hurt to hear the things Abel said. Of course, Cain had already told her that out of all the immortals and humans he had ever met, he had liked her. She hadn’t doubted that for a second. But she wondered if the fact she was human had ever given Cain any doubts. That one day he would watch her die and be forced to live on.

“He doesn’t know me. He can act like he’s felt my feelings but if he had…” He trails off but his grip on her hand tightens in an unsaid meaning.

“Do you really feel nothing for him? It doesn’t seem like he holds a grudge.” Cain makes a noise of irritation, like whenever Lester would say something stupid.

“The reason that I have my…specialness is because him and our mother wanted me dead. They wanted to take whatever little life I had and give it to him. He was the one with the power, the prospects, the future. I was nothing. I was going to let them. I wanted to just let them take it and be done with my miserable life. But then…” He’s quiet for a moment, pulling his hand away from hers. It’s only when she glances over at him does she realize why.

He’s crying.

Cain turns his face away in attempt to hide the shiny tracks on his face. His wings give him away, trembling slightly as he roughly rubs away the tears. She reaches out, gently gripping his wrist and pulling his hand away from his face. At first, he jerks slightly. Fear grips at her heart for a moment, worried he’ll fall right off the roof. Her free hand snaps out to clench his jacket. It’s a silly, human, fear but she can’t bring herself to let go. His eyes are downcast, afraid to meet her gaze and see what she thinks of his weakness. Lane gently cups his face, rubbing at the remaining tears with her thumbs. It’s only then does he look up.

His mask of indifference is gone. He looks softer this way, blue eyes tinged red from tears, vulnerability pouring out of him. The faint wind tousles his blond hair and she removes one hand from his face to gently push it out of his eyes. Cain stares deep into her eyes, searching not for memories, but for comfort. He pushes himself off from the ledge to stand closer to her. His hands grip her hips as if steadying himself. A shaky breath slips from his lips and he ducks his head down to press into the crook of her neck, arms wrapping around her waist.

She reaches up to hug him as close as she can, rubbing the back of his head. It’s a nearly crushing embrace but it fills her with warmth. He trembles in her arms.

Lane holds him for as long as he needs, until he slowly pulls away, hands resting on her waist. His face remains close, eyes taking her in. He brushes his lips against hers softly, almost as in apology.

On instinct, she leans closer, not ready to break from his embrace just yet. He hesitates for a second before pressing his lips to hers firmly. It’s a gentle kiss, one filled with tension for the future. Still, they let themselves relax into it.

Cain pulls away slowly, resting his forehead against hers.

“We should get going.” He states, but makes no move to pull away. She hums in agreement, letting her eyes memorize every inch of his face. It was nothing she hadn’t seen a hundred times over. But she could never tire of looking at him.

“We’ll have to fill him in. At least a bit.” The mention of his brother sobers Cain up and he looks over her to glance over at the rift once again.

“Better that you do it.” His mask is back on, not a speck of vulnerability left on his face. She can tell he’s mulling over her plan, assessing points of danger. He doesn’t like being on the sidelines like this but he couldn’t exactly come with her. She has to go on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. A smile tugs at his lips as he looks at her in slight confusion. Lane merely shrugs and pulls away, heading back down to speak to Abel.

Of course, the first thing Abel does is criticise. He attempts to disagree with the plan but quickly realizes he doesn’t exactly have other plans. When she gets everything ready, she undoes the chains attaching him to the bed and gestures for him to get up. At first, he hesitates. Then he hears a familiar flutter of his brothers wings and stands.

Cain lands next to her, hand gently resting on her lower back while he glares at his brother. It’s a warning look, one that makes Abel immediately more agreeable. Cain turns to her, leaning in close and keeping his voice to a whisper.

“Be careful, alright? I’ll stay as close as I can.” In a clear moment of worry, Cain presses a kiss to her forehead. She hears a disgruntled sigh nearby and Cain goes rigid. His fists clench before releasing and straightening up.

She takes a steadying breath, heart still warm from the kiss.

“Alright,” she straightens. “Let’s go”

[bellabaxter]

[liliansknox]

lane's backpack being so heavy because she's been putting all the clothes and shoes she finds in there is such a funny bit in this update. my girl just goes around (during the literal apocalypse) carrying one of the heaviest, hardest to close bags on the squad and is just minimal survival suplies, a mysterious book and ten pounds of cute clothes, shoes and accesories.

[sirin-solitude]

If Romance Club MCs wrote an “Author's Notes” on AO3

[suckitphaneuf]

I love their roblox faces

[indomitable-mrs-barkley]

What were you saying again?

Not a puppy huh?

Born to be a puppy

Forced to be a general 🙏

[romanceclub-confessionss]

Confession:

1) "The new HSR Cg where every LI is there except Anna......the worse part is that they even added Boris who's not even a LI but not Anna and then people say why the author gets so much hate. I romance Anna and was so disappointed with the whole thing. This is not fair, it's 2024, we deserve representation too or are we asking for too much here?"

2) "the male harem scene in hsr completely destroyed any respect i had for sasha as a romance author random horny dream sequence in otherwise serious story (intense tone shift) no anna (homophobic /hj) ai cg (not sashas fault i just hate it)"

Confession:

3) "I legit thought I had been kicked off of Anna’s route this update. At least Alice tried with Mimi. The bar was in hell and Sasha still managed to play limbo with the devil."

4) "Nah. Anna treatment was the true homophobia naaaah. The Dead Guy and a guy we meet 2 episodes ago got more action then a woman who has been here since day 1 like 💀. The author ain't even pretending she wants to cook (worse then Remy and Alice). She cooked a whole ass scene for the men lovers all at the same time. Worst part ? I am midly shocked but not surprised. I knew it was going to happen but it being this blatant is wild."

[krabachok]

I feel that the red hairstyles have their backstory...

[squishywizardd]

On today’s episode of what the fuck:

did anyone else clock that shit if you’re romancing Dmitry and Donovan corners Lane in the shower that one time and says she can see how Lane has him wrapped around her finger because she’s younger and can seduce him and then said if she was younger she’d do it herself ….

…. And then we find out later she’s his aunt?

yeah hope she chokes

[kazu-naito]

take that abel

[taemcains]

eroticism, sensuality & how cain embodies it

i've always called cain erotic but since the kiss has taken over every last braincell of mine, i've been wondering what exactly makes him so. from the moment i read i want to do with you what isn't customary to say out loud, the with immediately struck me. not do to you but with. which could either mean what he wants them to experience together, as equals, or having her helpless and at his mercy, or both.

the verbal aspect of sex is what almost everyone gets wrong in media, especially when it comes to men. dirty talk is cheap, vulgar, and disgusting but why does cain do it so well? because he reveals just enough to leave you wondering, grasping desperately at your own imagination. i should've been crucified long ago for my thoughts about you. so what are you thinking? sublimating admitting to animal basal impulses, considered dirty and impure with so much grace and sensuality. saving all his confessions for such a significant moment, as they always step around each other and walk in circles, never saying anything outright so when he does it's shocking, outrageously hot.

and the inch he does give is painted vividly. where the blood boils and languid sighs fill the air.

he doesn't impose himself onto her, doesn't overpower her, make her smaller. it's more of an enveloping, surrounding, surrendering. he hardly touched her in the church, but his words and presence eclipsed the outside world, making sin religious.

while he is more, or even completely, dominant in their relationship, his dominance isn't to assert his desire onto her, but to allow the revealing of hers. he doesn't push her around, doesn't order her but carefully spins a web around her, trapping her senses, trapping her in a web of her own desires, disregarding her inhibitions. everything about him is subtle and slow and seductive, and every final decision has rested on her shoulders. in the church, he has his fingers over her stomach, he looks up, he waits. in the bathroom, he has her trapped between his body and the cross, he says his piece, he waits. only when she touches him back does he kiss her.

the power gap between them, purely antagonistic of the usual immortal/mortal ship, is blurred and coexisting. cain was the one laying out his cards, his barest desires and wants but it was lane who felt caught between his jaws, like this was her surrender. he was pulling the strings even as he was being vulnerable.

over all this, intimacy and understanding is the most erotic thing of all, and it was captured beautifully in the kiss scene. cain knew what i liked because we were so similar. cain being able to read all her nonverbal cues, to know which is permission. cain laying on her lap, talking about acceptance and understanding and eternity.

it's so rare to see a male character who is actually erotic, not vulgar and as a 'bring back real sensuality in media' girl i'm fucking up this buffet. i can't wait to see how this evolves in his later scenes and thank you taemin for birthing him.

[noelle-v]

I can't find the words to express how pleased I am with this scene 😍✨

If the General allowed it, if he reached out to me, I would open my arms and accept him entirely. I would bury my hands in his hair, wrap my legs around his torso, and reach inside, becoming the air he breathed...