#and hes self concious every second of every day

[lacnunga]

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[oneshlut]

AHHHHH, YOU WRITE FOR VARIAN??? It's so hard to find anyone who does that- could you possibly write hcs for dating him?

A/N: EEEEK!!! yesyes, varian's one of my favs to write for!!!! i may have a thing for dorks,, ty SOSO much for the request, this was so much fun to write for! (for my followers, or just any1 else.. KEEP REQUESTING VARIAN)

Explosive Heartbeat (Varian x Reader) [Headcanons]

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Summary: General dating/relationship headcanons for Varian

As friends, you're kinda like nerd buddies! Varian would rant to you on and on when you visited him in his lab. After a bit, Ruddiger seemed to grow affectionate towards you, so you kept visiting. You'd help him with his experiments sometimes, but you'd mainly hang out with Ruddiger, reading a book somewhere. The two of you grew close! And.. Varian found himself hoping you'd visit more and more.

As partners? Well, Varian doesn't change much, but he definitely becomes a lot more awkward. He tries at romantic advances, but.. they don't turn out well. While dating him, expect lots of dorky, unsuccessful flirting attempts.

He tries for you, though! Varian doesn't know much about romance, other than how to artificially create it. Which he.. hasn't figured out how to do yet. At least he has a natural source, now. He finds himself relating to a lot more.. lovey-dovey things, that he'd normally never understand. In a way, you opened his eyes to love. All of these emotions, suddenly exploding inside of him--all because of you. Sweet, huh?

Varian often finds himself distracted when you visit. He hardly gets any work done because you're there.. which is partly his fault, for looking at you every 20 seconds. He's grown a love-hate relationship to you visiting. Mainly "love", though.

After you leave, he immediately groans, thinking of all the things he did wrong around you. You can find him ranting to Ruddiger afterwards, mainly complaining about the way you made him feel. Not the way you made him feel, but rather the way you made him act. He feels a fool around you.. and wonders why you even love him back.

Ruddiger isn't gonna stand for that bullcrap. This little rat rascal bites Varian to snap him out of it. Once he gets over his self-concious arc, Varian finds himself smitten. Sometimes he becomes a blushing mess just thinking about you. Now he's tripping over his own feet, (with as awkward as he is), and Ruddiger feels as if he's made him even worse.

About the failed flirtings. They're hysterical. But, talking about some things that actually land in your relationship, are nicknames. For him, you range from Var, nerd, V, to some of the more romantic ones, like "hun". He seems to get flustered at that one. As for romantic nicknames for you? He.. well, he tries. In turn, Varian also uses hun or honey, seeing as they're the most comfortable, but he doesn't use them often. Either calls you by your initial (if it works), or just some inside joke like "geek" or "smart-alec"

Surprisingly, or maybe not, Varian's an absolute sucker for PDA. Him, being the dork he is, will explain to you the physical benefits on the human mind to hugs and physical affection--and when you actually hug him, he'll freeze. He's grown used to your touch, though, and finds himself hugging back most of time time, if you don't startle him. If anything, he loves to hold your hand. If he's opened up enough, he'll let you hold his hand without his gloves.. may not happen often, though. But yes, anywhere you're going, Varian's holding your hand. No way around it.

Sometimes you'd fall asleep at his lab, most likely with a book in your hand, and it's the most adorable thing he's seen. Theres an 89% chance that Ruddiger's there, snuggled up next to you. Varian makes sure to wake you up before it gets late.. on your busy days. If he knows you have nothing to do in the morning.. he'll leave you be to sleep till morning. He knows you need the rest, and you looked too cute peaceful to wake up now. (This situation can go for Varian aswell, especially if he spends nights awake working on experimenting)

As for dates, you two would have many home-dates, but if you're going anywhere, you're going to the library! Despite the location being extremely tame, he still feels nervous asking you out. Corona's libraries were always quiet and peaceful, and the best place for Varian to nerd out to you about any chemistry books that they happened to have. Either this, or a field somewhere out in Old Corona. Exploring dates were fun aswell, where one of you would take a backpack and just wander around the forests, chatting about any little thing that comes to your mind. If nowhere else--Monty's sweet shop, if it's a special day of sorts, like the Day of Hearts.

Oh, how could I forget? The Day of Hearts was always a holiday that Varian would pass over, seeing as he had more important things to do than indulge himself in romance with.. himself only. So when you reminded him about it, he almost spit out his hot cocoa. And if he was being completely honest, he most definitely forgot about it. Feels slightly ashamed, but now excited for the holiday! Excited to spend it with you, mainly.. And of course, you sign the journal together. Varian's still a nervous wreck, so his signature was a bit more shaky than he'd like it to be. It was the thought that counted.. right? If you stumble into Rapunzel and Eugene at the festival, expect lots of adoring coo-ing from Rapunzel and relentless teasing from Eugene. He's still as dorky and sarcastic as ever when confronted with the teasing, but the fit of flushed red on his face gave away everything you needed to know.

But Rapunzel's right. The two of you are extremely cute together, you even look like you were made for each other! The simple thought of that makes Varian want to faint, but he'll come to terms with it eventually. Just know that romance is definitely not his strong suit, but he managed to not draw you away, so he's gotta be doing something. Otherwise, Varian stays his loveable, dorky, sarcastic self. But now, with just a little bit more of hand holding.

And you did sign the Day of Hearts journal together, so if that doesn't give you a telltale sign of where your relationship is going, I don't know what will.

[morgy-doo]

how does this guy own his own business^

HELLUVA BOSS RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS

Verosika mayday~

so, there was no intention for a relationship at first

you two fucked, and your aftercare was so good that she fell almost immediatley

no one cared about her satisfaction before

normally, they fuck and then she is gone

but with you, she felt safe after you cleaned her up and offered for her to stay the night

when you two finally start dating you are SPOILED

if she sees you looking at something for more than ten seconds, boom you own like 20 of it now

she buys you all the designer brands

whenever she is around your house and your in the shower or whatever, she will literally spray everything in your room with her perfume, your clothes, your bed, hell even carpets

so if you ever have anyone else over they would know your hers <3

if your doing something that requires your attention, she will randomly come up behind you and whisper something auggestive in your ear, then walk off

she is defo the big spoon when cuddling

she love resting her cheek in your soft hair

Loona~

tries so hard to act cool around you

but is secretly overthinking every little thing she does in her head

she is just scared you will get bored and find someone more cool and exiting than her

she defo shows you her human form because she wants to impress you

she also gets protective pretty easily too

Blitzo adores you

he thinks your the perfect person for his loony

but definately threatened to shoot you in the ass when you first met

but deep down has Loona's best interest at hear so he will tolerate you if that's what Loona wants

soon he ends up loving you nearly as much as Loona

it was hard for her to start discussing her feelings with you

she thinks opening up is weak, and she want to be strong because she knows hell is one of the worst places to be weak

and she wants to be that strong protector for you

but when she does open up about what life was like before Blitzo adopted her, he feels alot more relieved and thanks you for listening to her

also you really need to watch out for her mod swings

they can get messy

even if you are her bf/gf

Millie~

dating her is basically getting a new surprise everyday

she is very random

you both could be randomly going on a sweet walk and talking when she suddenly decides she wants to go on a road trip or sumthin and starts planning every little detail

when this first happened you didn't think he was serious

but the next day when you woke up to see her sat in the living room with her suitcases stacked around her

you realised what you got yourself into

sometimes she takes you to work with her so you can see what her work life i like

there is no way she is taking you into the human realm tho

it is dangerous enough for her and she would tear down herself if anything ever happened to you while you were there

but she is more than happy to tell you bout all her adventures when she gets back tho sometimes she even brings you back something cool she found that she think you would like

she remembers every small thing about you

like if you tell her a fact about you she will be like "i know"

you are beginning to think she knows you better than you know yourself

but she just wants to make you happy in every way possible

Kiki~

every nickname that exists under the sun she has called you

but her favourites are "sweets, darling, babe, baby and dollface"

she loves the flustered look on your face when she says it

she is so stylish

like she has every brand of clothes to exist

and if she really likes an outfit she will have he same outfit in like 20 different colours

she can be kinda possessive sometime tho

i hc that she is best friends with Verosika

she can get self concious that you will leave her for Versoika because she ha more fame, and she is more pretty and rich

she doesn't let you near the other succubi because she knows what they are like and she doesn't want them to try anything with you

they never would anyway

they respect that Kiki is happy

hell she might even give up her life as a succubus for you

you must be really special huh

part 2?

[erraticpigeon]

hii can u do a peeta or finnick one where reader is very self concious about her body and what other people think of her. and one day (character) finds reader staring at herself in mirror and had tears in her eyes and (character) comforts her and tells her how beautiful she is and plants kisses all over her body and then just turns into abunch of fluff(: !

this was too sweet, i just HAD to write about both. thanks for the request! f!reader x peeta mellark + f!reader x finnick odair, tw for insecurities

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peeta/finnick comforting you through insecurities

The mirror was mocking you, you promised yourself that that’s what it was. You hated that you couldn’t find your insecurities beautiful on yourself, despite loving them on everyone around you. To have been in the games, in a war, couldn’t that be enough?

You felt your nose and eyes sting and sure enough, your eyes started to fill up with tears of self loathing and anxiety, like so many other times before. You clutched your torso and sobbed, letting the tears fall and drip down your chest.

Peeta

“Y/N..?”

Peeta appeared in the doorframe quietly, taking in the heart-aching state you were in. You were so lost in your self destructive mind that you didn’t hear him sneak in, so you flinched at the touch of his arms curling around you from behind.

You stared at him in the mirror, his head on your shoulder and his lips on your neck. As he softly kissed the side of your face, his thumbs were rubbing circles on your waist, and his lips formed a small grin.

“Oh, wow..” he mumbled, words muffled by your warm skin. Warm wasn’t even the right word, your face was tinted crimson and your skin was nothing short of aflame.

“Peeta.” you whispered, savouring every moment of his skin against yours. When he backed up, you turned toward him with delight glowing in your eyes. Peeta lifted a hand to wipe the damp tears from your features.

You placed each of your hands on opposite sides of his face and leaned his forehead against your own. The scene was so cliché it made you laugh, and Peeta released a breath of relief. Your face was still glowing pink, and the before so obvious sadness had been erased.

Finnick

“Hey, hey! It’s okay, what happened!?”

Finnick was beside you in the blink of an eye, strong arms wrapped around you like a warm, comfortable blanket. His touch was the sweetest relief, faster than any words, more effective than any medicine.

He knew that at times like this, you couldn’t talk, so he just stood there with you in his arms. His hands tended to you, one was in your hair and one was stroking up and down your back as you sobbed into his chest.

Finnick hoisted you into his arms and settled the two of you on the bed, you on top of him with your head on his chest. He wanted to wrap himself around you and never let go, but he knew that it wouldn’t help much, so he refrained from it.

Instead, he brushed your hair out of your eyes as your head rose and fell with each breath he took. It was calm, it was peaceful, and he took great joy in knowing he’d relieved the pain, if only for a moment.

“Y/N, honey?”

“Yeah?”

Your voice was low and croaky from crying.

“What happened?”

There was desperation in his eyes, he had to know what hurt you so he could make sure it never happened again. Your voice was so quiet it was barely audible.

“I just feel like I’m not pretty enough..”

One second you were seconds away from crying again, and the next one Finnick had hoisted you from his lap and pinned you down under him. He started kissing each and every inch of your body, starting on your ribs. As his lips traveled down your body, he whispered in between every kiss.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

DISCLAIMER: you’re perfect just the way you are, remember that. the most important thing is that you’re happy and healthy. love you all so so much, and i really mean that! &lt;3

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Loving the Wardlow appreciation rn. Can I request a one shot where the reader is feeling self concious, and Wardaddy shows them how much he loves and appreciates them? 💚

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Wardlow X Fem reader

An: Let's pretend that this request was in my inbox since October....

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I hated seeing Y/n so down on herself. Ever since her injury she had developed this dark cloud over her head. I know not being able to wrestle or travel was hard on her, in fact it was hard on me too. I missed spending all day every day with her. It was lonely spending sleepless nights in random hotels. All I wanted was her next to me.

When I finally returned from another long week on the road I was looking forward to spending the few days I had off with her. When I opned the front door I was expecting her to be on the other side with open arms, waiting for my return. However that was not the case. When I entered the house I was welcomed by darkness. All the lights had been turned off and all the blinds were shut. I would have assumed that Y/n was not home but her car was in the driveway.

I called out to her and awaited a response, nothing. Turned on the lights on the main floor and noticed the house was oddly clean. Sure our house wasn't necessarily messy but it was never this clean. It was strange how organized everything had seemed. As I went farther into the kitchen I noticed a thin layer of dust on a cookbook. Weird, I thought to myself. I knew Y/n was in the house, I could feel her presance but where could she be?

I quietly made my way up to the second floor where I noticed our master bedroom door was open ever so slightly. I carefully opned it to find a blob of blankets.

"What's wrong honey?" I asked the blanket monster who I know knew was my girlfriend. "I'm so tired" wispred Y/n. I removed the layers of blankets and joined Y/n in bed. "I know baby, I know it's been hard but you are doing so well. I'm so proud of you" I told her reassringly. She nussled up to me, laying her head on my chest as I began to trace circles along her spine. "I'm a mess" "Baby you are not a mess, why would you say that?" "Look at me, I can't do anything. All I do is rot away in bed like a sick victorian child. I look horrible, I look sick"

I could feel her tears begin to fall. I scooped her up in my arms and held her close to me as she cried. "I know, I know. It's okay, you're okay now. I'm here" I told her as I kissed her temple. "I'm sorry you have to see me like this" Y/n said barley above a whisper. "There is nothing to be sorry about. I love you so much. I want you to understand there isn't a thing I wouldn't do for you. We are going to get through this together."

"Promise?"

"Promise"

[chubbycelebs]

The Weight of Fame (part 3)

As the months went by, the pounds kept adding up. Harry had really gone from fit, toned and in shape to now a mound of lard. His abs had stretched into a belly, now extended so far over his crotch, it was impossible for him to see his own dick. His chest and thighs grew thicker and bigger, pushing the seams of his clothes. But even though Harry now has a huge hairy body, he loved it. The feeling of a tight stomach after stuffing his belly all day, clothes he used to love bursting off his jiggly belly. There wasn't anything that Harry missed about being skinny, because being fat was so much better.

One morning as Harry put on a shirt, not even bothering to button it up already knowing his belly would bust the buttons off, he became intreigued by his weight. He hadn't actually stepped on the scales since putting all this weight on. He knew in his peak he was about 150lbs but he was wondering how much he had gained since those days.

Harry pulled the scales out and stood and looked at them for a while. Did he want to put a number on his weight gain? Did he really want to know just how big he had gotten or would that make him self concious of his huge size. As Harry rubbed his gut, he decided to give his fat friend Louis a call.

Since their last long phone call, the two had kept in contact over messages. Harry Loved talking to Louis, not even about getting fat but just everyday things. In fact when he thought about it, the two had hardly bought up the fact they both had stuffed their bellies fat. Harry decided to call Louis over his concerns about his big gut. He pressed to face time and after a few seconds of waiting, he answered.

Harry on his screen, even though he was not showing off his belly, still looked very chubby, his cheeks and double chin were becoming very prominate. On the other hand however, Louis looked how he did when they were in the band. Harry thought that he must have gained mostly in the belly and not in the face.

"You're alright Harry!" Louis said smiling, very happy to see his chubby friend on screen again.

"Yeah I'm great thank you! I've been eating pretty well" Harry said with a chuckle, pointing the camera at his belly, giving his gut a shake. Louis laughed at this and blushed slightly but then his face dropped slightly. "Whats up?"

Louis looked down at this body and then pointed the camera down. Harry did not see a big bulbous stomach like his, instead Louis body had gone back to how it was back in the band. "I had to lose it all Harry. My PR team said that if I was to be fat when I release my album, I'll lose my sex appeal and this album can't flop. I'm sorry Harry." Harry didn't know what to say. Now every member of One Direction had released music apart from him and he was still a fat slob. "I'll probably gain it back one day Harry, don't worry. I enjoyed being fat like I said, I just need this to go well." Harry understood but couldn't help but be disappointed with the outcome. He hung up the phone and plopped him self on the sofa, eating a tub of ice cream. Harry sat there filling his belly up bigger and wondered if this would last. Can he really stay this big? Would he have to lose it like Louis did?

As he began to spiral he then thought, why is he worrying about that now? He is still not close to the album being done, he still doesn't need to see anyone in public yet, and he still had a few months left before his PR team would ask for his first solo project plans. In the moment Harry decided to give in, and get as big as he could. He didn't know if this could last a few months or years but he knew he wanted to get as huge as possible. And so Harry did just that.

Harry walked to the mirror and looked at himself the next morning. His unshaven face and long hair showed how little he cared for his appearance. He then lifted his shirt up to reveal his big hair belly. He stood and looked at his fat body in the mirror, still finding it hard to believe that he was really this big. He placed his hands on his gut, gave it a violent shake and said "Lets get you nice and big" with a final big slap as he went to the kitchen.

For the next few months Harry spent every waking moment filling his lard covered body with greasy fattening food. He was expanding from every direction, unstoppable endlessly stuffing his gut. And he loved it. The feeling of his body pushing further outwards, the constant jiggling and movement of the fat. If he could get bigger faster he would because he loved this feeling so much.

In between the stuffing and playing with him self, Harry was inspired to keep playing new music and descovering his sound. It seemed that the more he expanded the easier it was for him to make new music. It took the pressure off him when he sat down at the piano and could feel his belly pressed against it.

Harry had now grown out of his clothes apart from his grey sweats. Everyday he'd walk around just in his underwear or jogging bottoms if it was cold. His fat covered body kept the rest of his body warm. Its huge size made sure to keep his privates covered as well.

As the final month of his break began to come to a close, he was also finishing up his album and all the songs he wanted on it. He called his manager and arranged a meeting for the last week of the month. Harry didn't even think to warn his manager of his change in appearance. He had significantly changed since he was last seen by anyone. He had truly never even thought to get this big let alone actually get to this size. He was most defenatly obese if not morbidly. But Harry loved it. He felt so relaxed and happy with his body and comfortable with his lifestyle. This however was all about to change.

Sorry that this next part has taken so long to come out. I've been very busy over the last week or so but I hope to get this story done this week. I hope you guys are still enjoying this story and where it is going. The story will be taking a different turn in the next part so I hope you enjoy that. Thank you!

[serpenndragon]

I love your art OP<3 Could you explain your art of qbad? I see you draw him as a demon, but I've also seen him as a shorter demon and even a human or a mix. I would love to hear your reasoning!

OH MY GOSHHHH I would love to

So in my HCs, Bad is a Wither Demon! They are more or less my fancy vision of a Wither Skeleton, obv his design has come VERY far and you wouldn't know that if I didnt mention it probbaly LOL

Wither Demons cannot typically shapeshift, or have other forms but Bad can because he learned magic and uses it frequently! So his "true" form is his big 9'6 one, but the one he uses most often is his shorter demon form to help blend in, be less scary, and for practicality and fitting in smaller spaces.

This is about the size comparison?? kinda?? bad is wearing platforms in the first render though LOL There arent many demons who live in the overworld, so he's self concious about his size and certain features like his mouth and tail/feet/wings In his smaller form, his wings are way too small to carry him, or even glide so theyre essentially useless besides a little more dexterity I guess?? He can easily maintain his smaller form constantly, as long as he takes an hour or two in his regular form every once in a while (I have an idea that during purgatory he would abuse this and be forced into his regular form mwhaha)

ANYWAYS, his smaller form is actually one he designed himself, so most people who meet him don't know what kind of critter he is but just go w it lol

For his "human" form, that's a little different! Bad is NOT a human in my hc, that's his human disguise! It's similar to his smaller demon form, but is a LOT more tricky because of it being a whole anatomy change in a lot more ways (like going from cold to warm blooded, how he breathes, the amount of joints in his legs, the obv loss of his wings and tail, ect) and is actually one he did not design himself. He uses a spell that is veryyy very hard to keep up for longer than a few hours, and cannot decide how he looks :o but after using the spell for years he is able to maintain the form for days on end (with breaks ofc)

When he switches forms. it's like a strange magic cloud sometimes but can also be quick and subtle like a chameleon changing colors

VERYYYY old art on the second pic, but I've had this idea for years :DD he's always been a creature guy in my eyes

Thankyou sm for asking!! I love explaining my ideas and designs SO MUCH so please do feel free to ask about anything :D

[castieldelamancha]

The garden, is small, so small Dean isn't even sure he should be calling it a garden. The patch of grass in the otherwise dry soil is covered with different flowers and it rests next to the bunker walls, not more than a couple of feet in extension.

He rests his hands on both his hips, trying to figure out where to start. He has seen Cas work here a bunch of times, he knows the basics, even if he thinks Cas used to use just a tiny little drop of his grace to keep all the garden flourishing with its rich mix of colors and fragances.

He always told Dean how relaxing it was to come here and just be for a while, listen to the calm heartbeat of nature around him.

Dean puts on the gloves he bought for Cas when he first showed his interest on starting a garden and gets to work under the bright morning sunlight.

Dean should have done this with Cas when he had the chance, he knows that, it's too late now for them, but not for the garden.

Dean will keep it alive for him, for when he comes back, as he always does.

.

Dean covers Cas' eyes with both his hands.

"Okay, Cas," he gently turns Cas to the left, " almost there."

Dean was starting to think he was never going to see this day, that he wasn't going to bring Cas here so he could see his garden again.

"Uhm, it's not much, but I hope you, well," he stammers, suddendly self concious about the way he has brought Cas out here like he was going to show him one of the greatest secret of the universe, "I hope you like it."

He takes his hands away from Castiel's face and chuckles lightly at the way he squints at the sudden brightness of the outside world.

He lets Castiel take it all in, filling the silence as Castiel clearly struggles to find his words, "I remembered some of the seeds you mentioned you were planning to get, not every one of them, but enough to expand your garden a bit, I even took the liberty to add some flowers I thought would look nice." He points at the sky blue forget-me-not flowers playfully swinging with the breeze.

"Dean," there is so much awe and love in every letter of his name as Cas' says it, as his hands cradle his face and Castiel softly presses his lips to Dean's in a brief touch, "thank you." Dean only nods.

"I know we haven't discussed it yet but," he clears his throat, he has thought about this so much, it's time he asks Cas about it, "maybe, we can find another garden for you, a real one, as big as you want it to be." Away from here, away from all the pain that soaks the bunker's walls like a second coat of paint.

"Will you help me to keep it alive again?"

"Of course, Cas."

[caffinedragon]

I got sneak attacked by Wyll Ravenguard and i aint even mad.

Because he has given me fuel for a sweet and spicy one shot involving a half dragon tav. (Cause monster lover Wyll for the win.)

Content warning/will feature: BDSM, Heat/Rut cycle, monster tav, Dom Wyll, Sub Tav, Breeding, pregnancy, egg laying and hatching, Wyll being a worry wort dad over a dragon child. Tav being a free roaming but watchful parent. I.E. If kid wants to wander off i let them wander off but keep a close eye on them.

Cliff notes under the cut.

The one shot takes place after Wyll, Danny(tav) and Karlach return from Avernus after fixing her engine and about a month after Wyll and Danny's wedding.

Danny wants to do something special for Wyll's birthday and remembers a discussion they had about Dom/Sub dynamics as a way for Wyll to be able to get back the sense of control he had lost over his time with Mizora.

They had had a lengthy discussion on limits and boundaries, possible safe words, and the whole nine yards.

Danny had even made sure to right it all down so they could have a working reference to work off of in case they got a bit to lost in the sauce or something came up they didn't expect.

And so, using Karlach as his co conspirator, they prepare Wyll's present for him, making sure that the afternoon and at least the next several days were clear of any meetings or parties, that all the supplies would be in easy reach, and that Danny would be all ready for him by the time his darling husband got home after a particular brutal meeting he had been dreading.

So, when Wyll gets home, Karlach takes all of his things and tells him that his husband got him a birthday present and that it is waiting for him in their bedroom.

Mildly suspicious because of Karlach's excitement and giggling he slowly makes his way back like a bunch of people were going to jump out and scar him to yell "Surprise!" any second.

Once he opens the door however, he walks in to find Danny completely naked, horns, wings, tail and scales all out, his legs bent at the knee and tied so he couldn't stretch them out, his thighs completely spread open and tied down so his slit was on full display, and his arms spread out and tied to the headboard above his head with what looked like red ribbon.

After a brief exit to compose himself and to give Karlach the go ahead to leave, he walks in and shuts the door behind him, making sure it is thoroughly locked so no one could intrude.

After a few cursory, "Are you sure's?", "Does it hurt at all?", and "It is really okay's?" Wyll double checks all the boundaries and safe words before letting himself take complete control of his gorgeous and wanton husband.

Quickly Danny finds out that he wasn't the only one preparing for such an occasion recently, as Wyll takes his time hitting and nursing every erogenous zone Wyll and Danny hadn't known existed before, due to the difference in dragon biology.

Something that Wyll had been self concious about because he couldn't pleasure his husband as well as Danny could pleasure him.

But it turns out, in his own desperate need to be able to properly please his husband, he had gotten a hold of the man or god rather, that had brought Danny into the world in the first place. Danny's father, impressed and enamored by Wyll's want to please his son, taught him everything he needed to know. Through books, diagrams and vivid description only of course.

And it was an education Wyll had took to with gusto, and used to make Danny into a whimpering and shaking mess in a very short amount of time.

However, after achieving one of the greatest O's Danny had ever had in his long life, he begins to realize with startling clarity that the Heat/Rut cycle he hadn't expected to come for another month had come early.

Due to this being the only time that Danny can become pregnant, combined with it being the first time that they had been able to enjoy each other in any way in weeks, he begins to freak out because he believes that Wyll didn't want children and this cycle was going to ruin everything.

However, Wyll being the attentive and compassionate lover we all know he is, gets Danny to tell him what's wrong and corrects him.

"The last time you went into your reproduction cycle we were still in Avernus, my love. But we are not there now, and being the father to a child you bore me would be the highest of honor's i could ever be given."

After letting Danny get a few tears out, and kissing the breath out of his lungs, he gets back to work, worshiping the beautiful body of the man he loved so much.

After letting Danny suck him down and then returning the favor after, the pheromones and taste of his love wake up Wyll's own internal dragon, causing him to snap off Danny's restraints and then proceed to breed him within an inch of his life, causing them to not leave the house for several days.

Not a fortnight after, Danny confirms that it took and before he can stop him, Wyll sends out invites to all of their former adventuring party for a baby shower in about the same time frame one would expect for a human pregnancy.

However, much to Wyll's confusion and worry, Danny begins to swell quite quickly and after about a month, lays a large silver grey dragon egg about the size of a 3-4 year old human.

A few weeks after that, the egg hatches and out comes a little girl of about four, with her Pa's silver grey eyes, black horns and a silver tail and her Daddy's rich dark brown skin and curly hair.

They named her Andromeda, giving her the name he once wore before Bahamut made him into what he was now.

A second chance for a piece of that girl he once was, to have the life she should have gotten.

When they get the invitation from Wither's they deem it the perfect way to alert all of their friends to the...change in plans and take her with them when they go.

Everyone is surprised that they are looking at what appears to be a 4 year old little girl who loves exploring but, once everything is explained, just laughs and is delighted about the new member to the growing ex Tadpole family.

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

A Wolf’s Heart | [Deglan x M!Reader] | The Witcher | Part VII

Note: I’m proud (more like ashamed haha...) to announce that the one year anniversary of this requested fic has already passed, like oh god... Ngl I struggled so hard to find the direction I wanted to take this, I had several ideas but mid-writing I wanted to change it again and now we have this. Writing is hard. This will be a life-time lesson for me. But ey depression is really a big hurdle sometimes so yeah... anyways, please enjoy and once again, sorry for the wait :)

Fandom: The Witcher

Warnings: Mentions of Blood, Swearing, Depression, Angst, Slight OOC, Non-Canon Story, Century Typical Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Spiraling, Injuries, Self-Concious Reader, Misunderstandings, Mentions of Alcohol Abuse, Mentions of Addiction

Summary: After having suffered heavy injuries at the beginning of winter and being unable to return to Kaer Morhen, Y/N tries to mend his relationships slowly by approaching one of his friends but someone thwarts his plans and he has not yet prepared himself to meet that person again. 

Word Count: 5.05k

Taglist: @thatsequoia​

Note 2: For all the people wondering about the postal service in this story - like how the fuck did those letters find the witchers on the Path... Magic baby 😎 

The name of Deglan’s horse (Borsuk) translates to badger. 

This part mentions Vergen, which appears in the 2nd Witcher game but I haven’t played this game, so my description is inaccurate.

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VIII, Part IX

Masterlist

Deglan once thought he was a patient man. He was wrong. 

Birke was in two weeks and he was about to lose his fucking mind. 

Y/N was invading every second of his days and he had a hard time focusing on training the new brats and lecturing them. Every little thing reminded him of the younger witcher in some way or another. 

In every nook of the school's keep, he could conjure up a memory of them together and if he couldn't touch the other soon, hold him in his arms, kiss him, he would go on a rampage. 

His bad mood could be sensed not only by his apprentices but also by the other witchers. Most of them had already left on the Path, the bunch he trained for example, but some were still here. And all of them were known to be lazy and therefore, their presence stoked his fury whenever he saw them chattering away and lazing around in the Evening hall. 

The fiery annoyance was visible in his eyes and so most avoided him whenever they crossed his path. 

While their presence had been a curse, the presence of one peculiar younger witcher ended up as a blessing. 

Wendir, Y/N's close friend, was one of the men who still lingered in the school and one peculiar Saturday evening, he ended up knocking on Deglan’s door. 

He was working on his next lecture when he heard the knock and he raised an eyebrow when he came face to face with the witcher he had trained alongside of Y/N, Fenri, Barmin and the three others.

The brown-haired man looked serious and a suspicious feeling rose in his chest.

"I received a letter.” 

Those four words were enough for Deglan's heartbeat to speed up. 

Wordlessly he received the paper from the other and he began to read. 

Wendir,

I write to you in hope that you will try to understand my thinking and actions with an objective view. I don't dare send these words to Fenri or Barmin because I must have made them angry and I expect them to doubt my words, which they have every right to do. You're free to do so as well, though I beg you to try and see my reasoning before making your opinion about me. 

As you may know, I haven't returned to Kaer Morhen this winter and have yet to explain why I couldn't. 

At this point, I'm certain you're aware... of my secret, but please do not blame my absence on that. 

You might have already left the keep and though I am uncertain of your next location I ask you to meet me in Vergen and give me the opportunity to explain myself. 

I’m not there yet but I am close and as slow as I currently am, I expect to arrive around the time of Birke and if you still ride like you did when we were younger you possibly will as well. 

I hope to see you soon. 

Y/N, Vengerberg

If you could spare some herbs for me... An accident happened and I lost most of my stash...

Deglan read the letter twice and it took him less than a second to make a decision after he read the last sentence again.

He pointed his finger at Wendir and his voice held a determined tone: 

"You saddle your horse and Borsuk." 

The younger man blinked. 

"Right now?" 

Deglan pushed the letter into Wendir’s hands and began to button up his shirt.

"Right now. And fucking hurry up! I'll go and talk to Rennes before we depart." 

Wendir scratched his head but the brown-haired witcher turned around and hurried down the hall.

Deglan’s lips formed a grim smile as he pulled his witcher medaillon from underneath his shirt and then he turned around and quickly grabbed a few things from his shelves and stuffed them in the bags he had already prepared weeks ago. 

His heartbeat quickened as he put on his fur cloak and his sword scabbards over it. He loosened their belts a bit and then grabbed his armoured gloves. 

Almost, he thought as he put them on as well. 

He glanced at the papers on his table. The lesson plan for the next few days, the unfinished suggestion letter for another parcours course. 

Fuck his lectures, fuck the brats he had to teach and fuck Rennes. 

He would leave right now, whether their leader wanted that or not. He would not ask for permission this time. 

Quickly he wrote down a few words on a piece of paper, left the note on his bed and then he grabbed his bags and walked out of the room to go and find some herbs he could bring with him for Y/N.

Half an hour later Deglan and Wendir left through the gate.

Brace yourself, bastard. I’m done being patient, Y/N.

-

Lisica followed the path to Vergen in a slow but steady walk. The mare seemed content to take it easy for once and her ears moved around to take in all the sounds of the surrounding wildlife. 

Her rider absent-mindedly petted her mane and was deep in thought. 

Will he come?

Y/N had hesitated at first but Hannes convinced him to write a letter to one of his friends. 

At first, he thought about Barmin but something inside of him was too self-conscious to write to his best friend. It was the fact that he had not sent the other a letter in the last few months, he addressed the one where he apologized for his absence to Fenri...

In the end, he chose Wendir, the youngest of their friend group. He might be more understanding in this situation than his best friend. The brunette was surprisingly the most rational besides Barmin. Probably because he had a lot of time to think since he always used to avoid chores and his training in the school’s keep. 

Fond memories rose and he lifted his head to squint at the sun. He still had to ride for a few more hours before he would reach the next bigger village. And from there it would take him another 3 days until he would arrive in Vergen. 

The prospect of more aching leg muscles and a sore butt caused him to smile grimly. 

He had wanted to buy a new saddle for months now but he did not have the money. He had spent most of it on his unexpected stay in Vengerberg and alcohol. The druid, who more or less did a good job, had been expensive and even though Iven gave him a discount on his stay in the tavern, Y/N’s pockets were lighter than he liked. 

His annoyance only grew as he thought of how he spent the coins he had received from Fenri’s hunt. 

He sighed and patted his healing leg. It still hurt a bit and that was why he was travelling at such a slow speed. He didn’t want to hinder the healing process so he was riding at snail’s pace. 

On one side, it was relaxing, on the other, it was boring and it gave his mind a lot of time to wander and to mull over his upcoming stay in Vergen.

He really hoped Wendir would come. 

He needed someone by his side because the prospect of having lost his friends and giving up on the love of his life was filling his head with dark thoughts and things he did not want to think about at all. 

He sighed deeply.

I hope I can still fix this...

Anxious, his hand found one of the wine bottles in his saddle bag, while his other played with the blue cloth around his neck. .

-

3 days later Y/N lowered himself to the ground and led Lisica inside the stable of Vergen’s only inn, The Cauldron, with bowlegs.

Every muscle in his body ached and the dwarf who had pointed him towards the stables at the outskirts of the city and who he paid for Lisica’s stay, chuckled when he saw the hooded figure stiffly walk into the building.

The stable was made out of stone like all the other buildings in the town and since the sun had yet to set, the lanterns inside weren’t lit and therefore, only few specks of light entered the barn. Not that the darkness was a problem for his eyes.

He rolled his tight shoulders and examined the building. It was quite big with 12 horse boxes made of wooden walls that reached the middle of his torso. Most of them seemed occupied by horses of all sizes and colors.

The witcher led Lisica into the first unoccupied box near the entrance. Next to it was one with a white pony.

The little guy - who most likely belonged to one of the many dwarves in town - looked curiously over the wooden wall and Lisica greeted him with a snort, while her owner took off her bridle. She stretched her neck, and he followed her example and groaned as he stretched his whole body, her bridle still in his left hand. He stepped out after giving Lisica a head pat and hung it on the designated hook outside the door.

Next to the right wall of the box was a saddle stand and a small shelf with some brushes. He made a mental note to use them to reward his mare.

She had been very patient for the last day when they basically rode for 24 hours straight. He would give her a well-deserved massage and make her coat look the shiniest among the horses in the stable.

He was about to step into the box again to get his bags and remove Lisica’s saddle when he noticed a dark brown horse in the box right next to the white pony’s. He could only see the ass of the animal, but it had a scar on its rump that he could recognize easily and relief washed over him like a big wave.

Wendir was here. He had come.

A bit overwhelmed with joy, he quickly entered the box again and rifled through his saddlebags, while ignoring Lisica’s curious headbutts. He found the carrots he had bought from a farmer and gave one to his mare. She gobbled it up while eyeing the other one, but that carrot wasn’t for her.

He temporarily closed the gate to Lisica’s stable and then he walked down the hallway of the barn towards the box with the familiar horse.

In the dim light he saw how Wendir’s mare Katya was dozing while relaxing her right hind leg.

Based on the straw in her fur and some not-fully dried sweat stains, he guessed that his friend still rode like a member of the Wild Hunt and barely arrived before him.

“Hey girl”, he said in a low whisper, and she turned her head.

He held the carrot over the box gate, and it appeared as if she wasn’t interested at first. He frowned.

“Did he urge you like a demon again?”, he asked the horse, remembering the riding lessons he had with his friends, and he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. Katya huffed as if she was agreeing.

Tiredly, she stepped up to the gate and he petted her softly as she ate the carrot.

He was cooing her name, telling her how happy he was to see her, while scratching her head.

If someone saw him, the witcher who stank like a drunkard and looked like someone had used a plow on his face, talking in a high voice, they would probably shake their heads in disbelief and maybe disgust. But he was just too excited.

In maybe half an hour he would explain himself to Wendir and hopefully the other would understand him. His ugly mug would serve as proof and then his friend would help him calm Fenri’s anger and Barmin’s likely disappointment. He could see it before his eyes, and he breathed out as if a big weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

After realizing that he didn’t have more carrots, Katya had enough of his petting, and she walked away from him to return to her former dozing position.

Y/N saw that as a cue to take care of Lisica and returned to her box, where he took off her saddle and put it on the saddle stand. He grabbed one of the brushes and for the next 15 minutes he brushed her and spoke to her in a low voice, while she relaxed and nibbled away on the hay in the corner.

After making sure his mare was comfortable for the night, he grabbed his bags and left the building. It was quite dark now and, in the distance, he could see lights in the houses. 

He was about to slowly follow the stony path to The Cauldron when he heard a snort and when he turned his head, he noticed the small pasture next to the stable. Unlike he had thought before when he entered the stables, there actually was a horse in it.

Something put pressure on his chest.

A few feet away, behind the wooden fence stood an ash grey stallion.

He knew that horse well. He had learned mounted combat on it.

Memories bubbled to the surface, and he felt sick. The sweet aftertaste of Cintrian Faro suddenly tasted foul.

He remembered hours of training and having sore muscles, falling into the dirt, getting kicked after agitating Borsuk too much, hands that helped him out of the saddle, hands that checked him for blisters, hands that had put medicine on the hoof-shaped bruise on his back, hands that he had dreamed about so many times-

Y/N whirled around, his heartbeat thundering loudly in his ears and made one step, two, three- before someone grabbed him by his cloak and dragged him towards the side of the stable.

His attacker hurled him against the stone wall and the impact left him dazed and pain shot through his body from his head to his still healing leg. His collar was seized harshly, the other man basically carried all his weight, and he felt the breath of his assailant on his face.

Y/N didn’t dare open his eyes.  

“You goddamn bloody bastard”, said an agitated voice that he hadn’t heard in almost three years now. His heart quivered and he turned his head away instinctively. His hand let go of his bags in defeat.

Fuck was all he could think at that moment. Bloody fucking hell.

“Look at me, you fucker.”

The witcher breathed out shakily, and then opened his eyes to peer at the other man out of the corner of his vision.

Deglan looked the same as three years ago, besides maybe a few more grey strands in his hair and beard and some wrinkles. His jaw was still framed by a magnificent beard, and his sharp cheekbones combined with his broken nose embodied a handsome roughness. He looked better than ever.

Y/N had a hard time breathing.  

But Deglan’s face was dark, a blazing fury was visible in his yellow eyes and his lips were pulled into a snarl.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment”, growled the older witcher and had he said those words to him in any other moment, Y/N would have felt a sharp tug in his lower body, but due to these circumstances, he only felt panic rising in his chest.

“...S… ‘s good to see you, Deglan...”

At first, he thought that his low murmur was left unnoticed, but his former mentor rose an eyebrow and a second later, he frowned and sniffed the air.

“You smell like shit. How much booze did you drink on your way here? Did you lose your way during the winter and end up in a Brewery instead of Kaer Morhen?”

All of Deglan’s words stung like hell. Fuck, they were a low blow and Y/N winced inwardly. Because as much as it stung, it was halfway true.

He sunk more into himself, and his mentor had to hold him up.

The lack of any reply didn’t seem to sit well with Deglan, so he grabbed him by the chin and roughly turned his head.

“Care to look me in the eye when I speak to y-”

Y/N’s eyes were downcast, and his face was covered in the shadows of his hood, but this didn’t stop the witcher’s eyes from spotting the new ugly scars across his face.

His mentor sucked in some air sharply and he automatically formed his hands into fists. The h/c haired witcher digged his nails into his skin trying to ground himself but this situation was so much worse than any nightmare scenario he had ever imagined, it was of no use.

The grip on his collar left and Y/N’s eyes widened slightly as Deglan’s hand entered his periphery. An absurd fear of getting hit entered his mind, but his mentor did no such thing. 

He touched his cheek, light as a feather and it was so unexpected after his rough handling and talk that Y/N’s limbs turned weak.

His breath quickened automatically as the man he still loved so passionately traced the scar tissue in his face with an unreadable expression.

“...A forktail. It got me good”, he said awkwardly and tried to ignore the growing heat that crept up his neck.

Deglan remained silent, his eyebrows scrunched and with his other hand, he pushed off the hood of Y/N’s cloak to fully reveal the length of his scars, his chipped right ear and his disrupted hairline.

Someone breathed out shakily, Y/N wasn’t sure if it was himself or the other man, but he felt extremely vulnerable and exposed.

This is the worst...

He felt so embarrassed, so ashamed- Talented my ass, if he remembered the last 2 years, he wasn’t exactly the prime example of a good witcher.

Standing in front of Deglan now, he felt inferior.

He hadn’t bathed in weeks, he smelled like a drunkard and was one too. He lost all of his herbs and elixirs, had barely any money left and looked disfigured, and on top of it all, he didn’t even consider the possibility of Wendir’s letter getting into the wrong hands.

Deglan had either forced his friend to read Y/N’s letter to him or his brown-haired friend betrayed him and went to his former mentor by free will. Not so clever, are we…

Anger churned in his chest, but it was overshadowed by the growing black hole that seemed to suck every snippet of hope away from him when he looked at the stony expression of his mentor, the snippets of hope that had begun to burn again after Deglan touched him with such tenderness.

He must be disappointed that his “talented” apprentice let himself get mangled by a monster to such an extent. Why else would he look so stern? There was no other explana-

“Fuck, I worried so much.”

Hands grabbed Y/N’s arms and suddenly there was a weight on his shoulder. Deglan’s head pressed against the thick cloth of his cloak, and he heard him sigh deeply.

His heart pounded loudly in his ear. He blinked. And didn’t react. He stood still as a statue, while his former mentor clung onto him, his fingers digging into the leather armor that covered his wrists. The warmth of the other man was almost unbearable, and Y/N’s breath turned erratic once more.

“L-Let go please”, he croaked, something was blocking his throat.

The older witcher lifted his head and halted. Y/N could practically see how his pupils began to focus on the blue cloth around his throat and had Deglan said something in that moment, he would’ve been unable to hear anything because his heartbeat was thundering so loudly in his chest.

Fuck, oh lord-

“I-“, he began but before he could find the words to formulate the dozen dumb excuses in his mind, Deglan grabbed his head and took his breath away.

The kiss was sloppy and more forceful than anything else, but it ignited the dying fire in Y/N’s hollow chest, and before he could even think about it he found himself leaning into the touch subconsciously.

Their lips parted soon after and he breathed in hastily, feeling light-headed from the lack of oxygen and the fact that Deglan just fucking kissed him.

The younger witcher grabbed his mentor’s upper arms, keeping him at arm’s length away.

“What- what are you doing??” he whispered, staring at the thigh that invaded the space between his legs and his lip quivered as his mind spun from shock.

“Don’t run away anymore, Y/N. You bloody fool.”

He didn’t have time to process these words.

Deglan kissed him again, he pressed his body against his and in the dark of the night, against the cold stone wall of the stable, Y/N fell into the abyss.

His body was going up in flames, every part that Deglan touched started burning and the fire couldn’t be extinguished.

His mentor’s beard scratched his cheeks and his tongue sent shivers down his spine. His left leg was giving out, but it was nonchalantly ignored as the older witcher held him up with his arms and his leg on which Y/N was basically sitting by now.

The friction against his pants was driving him crazy.

Y/N moaned but the sound was silenced by Deglan’s greedy lips, and the two men lost themselves in the fiery heat of the other.

-

Sometime later he recovered and was suddenly he was sitting at a table in the tavern, one of his best friends in front of him while his mentor stared holes into the side of his head from the seat next to him. His bags were tucked under the stool he was currently sitting on.

He didn’t know how he even got there, still dazed from the sudden development. His face flushed as he remembered how his mentor basically devoured his lips and every spot that Deglan’s hands had touched tingled.

“Y/N?” Wendir asked and he blinked to regain his focus.

“Yes?” he croaked; his voice was rough, and he coughed.

Wendir gesticulated at his face, the brown-haired witcher was frowning since the moment he saw his friend’s red rimmed scars and his glossy eyes, as if he had cried just a while ago.

“What happened?”

He opened his mouth to answer but Deglan interrupted him:

“A forktail attacked him.”

Y/N stared at the older man in confusion while Deglan returned his look with a burning gaze. He gulped and turned his head to stare at the wood grain of the table. Because of that he missed Wendir’s raised eyebrow.

“I… I uh was on my way to Hagge when the bastard pounced on me. He surprised me, and I was careless”, he lowered his head and stroke his hair, clenching the other hand into a fist. It wasn’t exactly fun retelling that embarrassing moment again.

He felt totally out of it. All the things he had wanted to tell his friend were lost in the tornado that currently swept through his mind.

Deglan kissed me his brain screamed and between the excitement and the shock he was left dazed and speechless. So, he just told Wendir and Deglan the most important thing he wanted his friend to know:

“I was on my way to Kaer Morhen, you have to believe me.”

He hesitantly looked up at the other two and his gaze met Deglan’s. His mentor looked at him, his yellow eyes filled with something Y/N couldn’t quite fathom. Something flitted across his face and like many times before he wished he could hear what was going on inside his mentor’s head.

“I believe you.”

Wendir cut the moment between them short, but relief trickled through the h/c haired witcher and the tension in his shoulders disappeared. His eyes met his friend’s, and both smiled weakly.

“We know how old scars look on a witcher and yours are still fairly new” said Wendir and he gave their mentor a meaningful look.

Said man remained quiet, his expression was blank, hiding his feelings like a mask and it worried Y/N endlessly. But before he could say anything the inn keeper arrived and placed three jugs of beer down on their table.

“If ye want more, get it yerself, there-” the short man pointed at the barrels lined up at the wall across the tavern. The giant wood barrels were barely visible behind the number of patrons currently inside. “I’ll put it on yer tab. Ask my daughter if you want to pay.” He nodded at a young woman who walked past with some dishes in her hands.

The witchers all expressed their thanks and the inn keeper left, Y/N downed his drink in a few gulps, and then was about to stand up to get another and to momentarily flee but Deglan reached out lightning quick and grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. 

“If I were you, I’d stop drinking so much.”

His mentor’s hand burned like fire on his skin and for a second the h/c haired witcher thought about their moment next to the stables and how much his breath must have smelled, and he ducked his head and nodded slowly. 

Wendir looked at them with a strange expression but when he saw how Deglan watched his friend with eagle eyes after taking his hand back, his own eyes grew big and the corners of his mouth twitched. 

Oh, he saw what was going on. There must have been a reason why his mentor and Y/N had entered the tavern at the same time, the latter clearly dazed as if something life-changing had happened.

“Congratulations”, he said while lifting his jug, an amused smirk dancing on his lips.

Y/N stared at him and mirrored the gesture visibly confused but before he could ask why Wendir congratulated him, the brunette began to talk about his and Deglan’s journey to Vergen. 

The h/c haired witcher barely payed attention, Wendir suffering Deglan’s silence went in one ear and out the other, his head still back at the stable, Deglan’s words echoing in his mind.

“Don’t run away anymore, Y/N.”

Run away? Did this really mean what he was thinking? Was it all a misunderstanding? Did Deglan actually- 

“Okay, okay, that’s enough. Look at him, he’s fucking tired. He is not the only one. We should all go to bed, I already paid for our rooms.” 

Deglan interrupted Wendir’s dramatic retelling with rolling eyes and stood up, his empty jug in one hand, some coins for the payment of their drinks in another. His words interrupted Y/N’s racing thoughts and he felt as if he returned to reality. 

As if...

“Oh, yes, I need to ask for my room.”

“Wait-”

He stood up - his hands taking the bags from underneath his seat - and due to one of the barmaids manouvering herself and 6 jugs between the tables and bodies, Y/N evaded Deglan’s outstretched hand and he hurried to the inn keeper, who had retreated back behind the counter where he was cleaning the used jugs in a skilled fashion.

“I’d like to get a room please and a bath”, he said, a little breathless, rummaging through one of his saddle bags to look for his coin pouch. 

“Not with one of the others, huh? There’s only one room left and it’s connected to the one next to it but ye can lock the door. I’m sure ye take what ye can get. Room plus bath costs 120 a night, another 15 if ye want hot water.”

Y/N didn’t really understand what he meant with his first words but he didn’t think about it too long because he could feel a certain someone stare holes into his back and it messed with his head. 

“Uhh, yes, I’ll take that one. Here-” he handed the man the amount and some additional coins, “make sure the door stays closed. And I’ll take hot water please.”

The inn keeper nodded and then waved at his daughter, who hurried towards them as soon as she spotted her father. 

“Take the lad upstairs and prepare a hot bath in the corner room.”

His daughter, a red-haired, busty young woman, looked him up and down, her eyes visibly frowning when she saw his scarred face, but she said nothing and instead took the key for the room from her father’s hand and then gestured for him to follow her. 

The h/c haired witcher thanked the old man and then quickly followed her to the stairs. A look back showed him that Deglan was still watching him, his yellow eyes were dark and holding something predatory. Wendir behind him only grinned and gave him a little wave. 

The woman led him to the first floor and to the room which was furthest away from the stairs. She unlocked the door and gave him the key without touching his skin.

“Here”, she stated and quickly retracted her hand. “I’ll come back with hot water in a few minutes. It will be fully prepared in about an hour.”

He nodded and quietly whispered his thanks, as her eyes darted everywhere but his face. He bit his lip and then walked into the room, where he placed his bags at the foot of the bed. 

The room was small, there was only space for the bed, a chest in the left corner next to it and next to the door behind a folding screen was a wooden bath tub. 

The door which connected this room to the one next to it, was small, smaller than his height but it seemed to be used regularly as no dust appeared on the door handle. 

The daughter of the inn keeper took a bucket from behind the folding screen and then left him alone in the room, closing the door behind her.

Y/N sighed and sat down on the bed. He rubbed his face with his hands. 

What the hell had just happened in the last 30 minutes? Was he dreaming?

A certain witcher asked himself the same question but due to different reasons.

[morgy-doo]

THE OWL HOUSE RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS~

Luz noceda~

has 100% made you read all of the azura books ATLEAST once

has started teaching you spanish because she thought it would be cute if you two had your own cute lil conversations without over people over hearing

always pestering amity on relationship advice

the owl house is basically your second home by now

hooty can never leave you both alone for more than 5 minutes when your with each other

tries to hide whats going on with belos from you but you figure it out pretty quick because she is a BADDDD liar

she just doesn't want you to worry <3

AMAZING at cheering you up, honestly she would throw herself off a cliff just to hear you do that little cry laugh thing

Amity blight~

she is constantly worrying she is not good enough for you

please give this poor girl some love and reassurance

based on the past person she was she is terrified that one day you will realise there are better people and will never speak to her again

even if your not in the track, abomination magic has become a big part of your life

sometimes at school she gets an abomination to follow you around and carry your bags and stuff when she is not avaliable

she thinks its sweet and endearing

you think its terrifying but don't have the heart to tell her

literally gulps down your praise

"you really think i did good?"

she is so proud of herself after that

she cares about you SM

lucky bitch

your safety always becomes before hers and sometimes she forgets to do certain things for herself because she is to occupied with worrying about you

Willow park~

loves gardening with you

honestly you were clueless about how to diffrentiate (did i spell that right?) different types of trees

but ever since dating her you know the label and scientific name of ever plant that's ever grown

good for you boo <3

always is slightly self concious around you

always trying to smooth down her hair

but DAMN this girl is STRICT

if you play a sport or any type of activity that involves potential injury, you better expect her to be wrapping you in bubble wrap the moment you leave that field

if you were trying to impress her with your skills and get hurt, she will scold you the entire time she is fixing your injury, but secretly finds it cute

she will find simple little things to brighten your day like leaving cute little potted plants on your desk before class

Gus porter~

THE MOST supportive boyfriend to ever grace this earth

you wanna try something new? go ahead he will be excited to hear how you liked it

you wanna try out a new sport? he will be cheering you on at every practice and game in the stands

definately owns one of those shirts that say "i love my bf/gf"

tries so hard to impress you

he wants to be the perfect boyfriend for you so if you show interest in the slightest thing then boom you own a whole collection of items related to that interest and he has learnt everything there is to know about it off witchapedia

loves watching you use your magic

it interests him

learns so many different jokes just to make you laugh and smile everyday

Boscha (i only just realised she doesn't have a last name)~

oh god how do i even start this

can be super clingy one minute, but then acts as if she is used to the attention from you and couldn't care less

she takes it upon herself to be your protector

even if its from a potential splinter

BIG on pet names

babe,baby,darling,sweetheart, yk

"heh did you see that babe? i totally just saved you from that rogue grudgby ball"

speaking of grudgby, as cliche as it sounds she has bought you a jersey that has her name on it for when she plays grudgby

honestly dies of happiness when she hears you shout "that's my girlfriend!"

always lends you her jacket when your cold, even when she is freezing herself she is way to stubborn to take it back

or she just lets you wear it around the school hallways so everyone knows the coolest girl in school is your girlfriend

when she is ruling hexside, she keeps an eye on you, no matter where you are in the room, her third eye is always on you

she is terrified she is going to lose you like she did the others

lets you sit on her lap when she is on the throne

can you tell she is my favourite?

Hunter deamonne~

he is literally the definition of acts of service

the biggest gentlemen ever

holds open every door, pulls out your chairs for you, literally he could be your slave

gets red VERY easily

when you give him praise he practically melts

found it hard to open up to you about his past but when he does he feels a huge relief

now he tells you literally everything

you totally gossip together all the time

he loves training with you, it's never serious and he can see your magic in action

you are honestly his everything

he loves playing with your hair too

is honestly so good at doing hair, he has learnt how to get the perfect rounded bun

loves you more than life itself

part two? <3

[perfect-fourth]

Continued from here

@vixtionary @notoriousness

𝄌 Everything had to be perfect.

Not only for the sake of the Grand General's life, but for his own. Their continued existence was only a fraction of why he wanted everything to be set accordingly, though. More important than this, the preservation of his pride was what really drove him to double, triple, quadruple check that every candle was in place, every sigil marked with a single stroke, every bind tightened just enough to sting but still allow circulation to flow.

Bedecked in a well-fit etched satin robe in hues of red black, and gold, a soft humming of an Ionian war song created a haunting echo in the otherwise silent chasm of the Immortal Bastion's bowels, perhaps unnerving the man even further than the situation called for. The deceptively gentle smile he wore on pouty lips was far too content for what was about to take place; leave it to Khada Jhin to find perverse joy in carving the flesh of the man he proclaimed with insistence to love.

That smile was surprisingly not concealed by any sort of mask for this event. He'd chosen to forgo the comfortable camouflage all together, to show off the expertly painted lines on his face(ceremonial makeup), but more importantly, to let the Noxian and his comrade see the light in his expression. He wanted them to know how much he was enjoying this, for once not self-concious about what might be determined from his features, but rather, delighting in the disgust he was certain to bring about in either of their hearts. He wanted them to know how much he took pleasure in this.

His humming ceased the second Jericho spat a command at him to quiet down, but his smirk didn't falter. He was in his own sort of trance-- he'd made certain to clear his mind and his body of any distractions the second he'd risen that day, hours spent forcing himself into such a pristine and relaxed state that there was almost nothing that could rattle his senses in that moment, not even that ever present feeling of being observed. A simple, soft tilt of his head was all he gave him in an acknowledgement of his complaints. He would have typically delighted in shooting back a witty retort, commenting on how he hadn't hadn't cut into his flesh yet and he was already whining-- his silence was more unnerving than any sass could have been.

One gloved hand gave the binding round the Grand General's wrist a single additional tug, just to emphasize who was in control here-- it would soon make its way up to give his cheek a loving stroke. He parted ways with the man after this to go do as he'd been told, gliding like a specter towards each sturdy burner with a candle in hand to ignite them in order, inhaling deeply the scent he would later come to associate with this ordeal.

Once properly burning, he'd make his way over to the nearby ornamental table; which held on it a tincture of herbs and medicines that he'd already taken the liberty of mixing, sat beside a dagger. It was the same blade he'd offered the man not long ago to mark him with, freshly whet and brought to an impossibly sharp edge. The knife was touched momentarily in a wistful display of unnecessary dramatization before he'd make use of the tincture; pouring a chalice full and carrying it to the man who sat so helplessly before him. The concoction was carefully brought to his lips.

"Open your mouth." A demand nobody ever wanted to hear from the likes of the Golden Demon.

[antylope]

pt1. How I became a loser (Learn on my mistakes)

Hi again, this will be a first part of a story which explains how I became a loser.

I desire for this post to be relatable to others which might have found themselves in a similar boat. If you don't want to read how I became a loser, you can skip to the second part, where I explain how I escaped being a loser, but I believe it'd be very helpful if you read the whole post.

I believe it was a combination of genes, the way I had been raised and various environmental factors. I am a very intense introvert and I have been throughout my whole life. My parents sent me to a private catholic kindergarten, which was also connected with a catholic primary school. This made me spent my early childhood, from age 4 to 12 in a very religious, god-fearing atmosphere, where everything had to be 'perfect' and strict, where there was a high demand for discipline. We couldn't wear the clothes we want, we couldn't eat sweets, we couldn't use our phones.

As you can imagine, such restrictions of freedom might work as a short-term solution, but when you "take off the leash" away from these children they don't know how to deal with it. Last time I checked, exactly HALF of the people I went to class with still were: afraid of life, extremely shy, unable to make any decisions for themselves, overly scared of taking risk or any change etc. The other half enjoyed the freedom, which was given to them by ending the primary school, a bit too much. They became "wild' with the way they lived their lifes, they started abusing drugs or destroying their lives in various ways.

At the age of 12 I landed in the first group - I was a small child whom was afraid of the whole world. I was too scared to make friends with anyone, I was scared to talk to girls. It became so severe I lived with a huge amount of anxiety. My legs were also shaking when I tried to talk to any girl (I know how absurd that sounds). I also became a bit chubby, which made me self-concious of my body image, but in age 13-15 I grew a bit taller so I wasn't as overweight.

Age 16 is when highschool started. Probably the worst episode of my life. I again had troubles with my self confidece, to the point that I could not look in the mirror. I had a few friends, which in reality were talking behind my back and laughing at me (I will probably make a post about it in details in the future). I never was good at sports, I was always chosen last. It's not that I hated sports, I just was extremely bad at them and the comments from other peers my age were demotivating and they made my attitude negative.

"Luckily" covid hit so I didn't have to leave my house ever. I am pretty sure it was MONTHS of staying inside, not leaving the home because why would I - everything was on the internet anyways. I became a shut in which spent EVERY bit of my time playing games on my computer. I became even more addicted to porn, masturbating 3-5 times a day to increasingly more fucked up shit. I also became chubby again, which landed me in a "skinny-fat" category (your arms are small and skinny, but you have a belly and fatty love handles). My diet didn't help it. It consisted in 80% of processed foods.

My life was a mess. I was overweight, weak both physically and mentally, addicted to porn, I felt rejected by society, and all of my friends were "secretly" laughing at me, but I was such a big waste of space I accepted it. I was a definition of a loser - someone who lost in real life. And I wasn't even fully aware of it.

My realization came to me in 2 seperate situations.

The first one, is when my friend asked me to send him a picture of my face, because he "wanted to draw me". This was kinda his interest back then so I agreed. It turned out he wanted to, once again, laugh at me with his other friends. All of them set my face as a profile picture on discord, basically bullying me and making a laughing stock out of me.

The second one was when I was sitting in front of a computer browsing social media (because what else could I be doing back then), it was insanely hot that day so I did it shirtless. I looked down at my body, and then the realisation hit. I was overweight as fuck. I had huge love-handles and man-boobs, which were most likely a result of puberty fueled by highly processed foods and 0 physical activity.

This was the day I decided to change myself.

But how I did it? You will find out in part 2 :-)

Hope you enjoyed this post and remember - if you have ANY questions about me or suggestions about this blog, let me know. I am new to this and I WANT to hear from you.

[grahamed]

𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃? what a weird way of showing such a thing. in fact, not many people batted a second eye when it came to his health. no concerns, simply because he kept pushing forward as best as he possibly could through out the strenuous sleepless nights. it was written all over his face on how endless his nights became. how time blurred itself together during the week & all the days eventually became one long hour that lasted forever. if the head of the head of the behavioral science unit was so concerned on the behalf of one his workers, wouldn't he have spoke up & said something directly to him ? probably. but instead, the agent kept pushing over the edge & descending down towards the concert directly below until he too shattered into pieces. never to be the same again.

listening deliberately, opening his mouth to say more as the doctor spoke through the silence, over the crackle of the wood breaking under the pressure of the flame. he sought out the coffee that was soon handed to him. brows raised as the sight, leaning forward to take it from the other, raising it up as a silent; thank you. ❝ well you want to know what i think? ( of course he does, he wants to know every single little detail that goes on your brain. to feast upon the thoughts & dine upon the possibilities that defray within your self concious. ) -- that he isn't concerned about me. that he is lying & just enjoys seeing me struggle to even keep my eyes open. he doesn't appreciate the ideas that i do have so i told him that he could just come up with his own. ❞ getting in trouble in the process, yes. the following conversations between the two men since then haven't been so pleasant.

@ethicsbutcher from here

[arabellamonkey]

on his lips (like a prayer)

stevetony | gift for @hollyandvice ft silver fox steve and bratty twink tony!! 🔥 fills the @stevetonygames “found” square and the fairy godmother challenge for team marry <3

also on ao3

When Steve decides to travel on his old Harley to attend a friend’s wedding, the possibility of his girl leaving him stranded in a town in the middle of nowhere doesn’t even cross his mind.

“Seems like you got a problem there, son,” the owner of the only tavern in the town tells him when he sees him appear pushing the old bike. He’s smoking outside, leaning on the door. He doesn’t make a move to help as his eyes follow him.

Steve grunts as he leaves the bike resting on the nearest wall. He takes off his bandana to clean the sweat from his forehead and asks, “is there any chance there’s a car workshop around?”

The man’s answer surprises him, and soon after off he is in the pointed direction, grateful that the path is downhill. He frowns slightly as he catches a faint sound, out of place in the quiet, empty town. It takes him a couple more seconds before he processes the fact that it’s music, really loud music at that. 

He doesn’t realize it’s coming from the workshop until he’s in front of it.

And then, he can’t look away.

There’s only one person working, a young boy no more than twenty years old. He’s wearing a tank top so old it stopped being white a long time ago, and an oil stain on his right cheek he doesn’t seem to care about. He moves as if he isn’t in a workshop.

Or rather, as if the workshop’s a dancefloor and he has it all for himself.

He’s moving as if he has a public and yet, it feels as if Steve’s seeing something he shouldn’t. The way he moves his hip to the beat of that 80s rock music is hypnotizing to say the least, just as the way he sings along, head throw back and rebel curls falling in front of his eyes.

By the time the boy catches him staring, Steve must be looking like an idiot, mouth slightly open. Still, that doesn’t keep him from straightening up and clearing his throat.

He feels a bit ridiculous there, caught staring at the boy like that. A boy that’s easily twenty years his junior, if not more. 

Every single thought about what to do now, how to approach this tricky sitatuion, gets thrown out of the window the instant the boy leans on the nearest cars on and gives him a grin before asking, “seen anything you like, old man?”

There’s something about the way he says those words, as if tasting them while he dares him to approach or go on with his day, that riles Steve up in the best and worst way possible. It’s the way he speaks, but also the way his gaze roams over his body without even attempting to conceal the heat that shines in them.

He imagines what he sees: a sweaty forty-something man with dirty-blond hair silvering at the edges wearing a well-worn leather jacket and dragging an old Harley Heritage Softail around.

Steve’s never been a shy man, even less so a self-concious one. But there’s something in the way that boy looks at him that short-circuits his brain. Something that doesn’t allow him to think before saying his next words.

“I need to speak with the manager,” he says, looking down at his dead bike before looking up. 

The grin is now gone, and is substituted by a bored look.

“You’re speaking with him,” the guy says pointedly, as if daring him to say something about it. It’s like he’s gone from the offensive to the defensive, and Steve isn’t sure why, but he sure liked the boy more when his hands were resting on the hood of that Mercedes.

Now they’re crossed over his chest, as if creating a shield between them.

Steve blinks once, twice, before finally reacting. He still hasn’t processed it before he speaks again.

“Right,” Steve says, suddenly not knowing where to look. “Um, right, okay. Do you think you could fix it?”

“Do you think I don’t?” The boy says, any trace of innuendo there could have been in his expression seconds before now gone. “Because if you don’t, you can take it to someone you think can.”

“They told me this is the only workshop in miles around,” Steve says, and even as he says those words he’s perfectly aware of how much he’s screwing this up. The boy scoffs, and he gives him his back to keep working when Steve says, “no, wait, please!”

It must have been the please that makes it, or it may have been the clear desperation in Steve’s voice when he speaks, but the boy stops walking and looks at him over his shoulder. He’s frowning, but at least he seems willing to listen.

“I’m being a jerk,” Steve admits, which clearly surprises the boy. “And I’m sorry, and I know I have no excuse. But could we, ugh, could we start again?”

He almost fears the boy’s going to tell him to fuck off, but then he tilts his head and turns around, walking towards him. No, scratch that: he doesn’t walk, he saunters, as if every step is measured.

As if he’s perfectly aware of how much the way he moves his hips affects Steve.

When he’s in front of him, the boy tilts his head and says, “I’m Tony” before offering him his hand.

Steve shakes it as he says, voice low as he looks into those bright hazel eyes, “Steve.”

“Steve,” Tony says to himself, nodding. Steve gulps, feeling as if the boy’s taken his name and now has some kind of power over him. As if now his name belongs to this pretty boy, in whose lips it sounds more like a prayer than a name. Instead of letting his hand go, he pulls it so Steve’s closer to him and asks next to his ear in a soft whisper, “And tell me, Steve. Do you think I can fix your bike?”

This time, the answer comes to Steve in a flash. “Oh, yeah,” he drawls as he feels those teeth brush his ear. “I think you can do that and much more.”

[tf2-hellhole]

can we get some fluffy tf2 headcannons? giving you full creative liberty over this one! :)

Idk if you meant tf2 x reader headcanons or just general head canons, so I did two sections for each merc; the first point is a general headcanon, the second is X Reader.

sorry this took forEEEEEEEEVER, I was just experiencing burnout and working on a prize for a contest on my server (BTW WE HAVE A NEW DRAWING CONTEST GO CHECK IT OUT)

Scout:

Scout is actually really self-concious about his intelligence. He’s not very bright and he knows it, and it makes him feel horrible. He had flunked out of high school and struggled in most of his core classes. He honestly feels really stupid and he hates when people point it out. But luckily for him, a lot of the other mercs understand what it’s like to be looked down upon and empathize with him. Quite a few of them help him relearn the skills he never mastered in school. Engie helps him with math, Spy sometimes helps him with writing, and even Pyro has him read children’s books to them to improve his reading.

Scout absolutely loves little casual dates. Stuff like going out to eat lunch, going to the movies, maybe just cuddling up in his quarters and watching a movie. He tries to plan one every week. His dream date is taking you back to Boston to meet his family and go to a Red Sox game. But obviously, since you’re both in New Mexico at the time, he’s going to have to shelve that dream for a few years.

Soldier:

Soldier is an excellent raccoon dad. At first, the other mercenaries thought they’d all end up dead by the end of the month when he first found them. But surprisingly, they are are very well cared for. They’re all fed regularly and basically have his entire assigned quarters to themselves. He loves every single one of them dearly, even the ones that hiss and scratch him every time. The raccoons, at least some of them, are kind of like weird, quiet dogs, and actually get along pretty well with most of the other mercenaries.

Soldier is a surprisingly very physically affectionate partner, and he’s not at all opposed to PDA. He loves hand holding, cheek kisses, cuddles, the whole nine yards. Whenever he’s particularly excited, he loves to run up to you, scoop you up into his arms, and press a hard, sloppy kiss to your lips. Of course, he’s careful to not hurt you, but he’s a very intense, emotional guy and he needs to express all that love he has for you!

Pyro:

Pyro is and excellent listener, so they’re a person a lot of the other mercenaries depend on to vent. Demo often comes to them to vent about his emotions, Scout, Sniper, or Medic will rant about what’s bothering them, and even Engineer will talk about his stress. And of course, Pyro doesn’t understand a lot of what is told to them, but they’re still happy to help them feel a little better, and they would happily do it a hundred times over to make their friends feel better.

Pyro has a hobby of baking and making candy/treats, and they love sharing everything they make with you. When they first gave you a treat, you honestly thought it’d be burnt or bad in some other way. But to your surprise, it was amazing! They’re actually and excellent cook, but they just love making sweet things the best. They’ll make you just about anything you could ask for without hesitation, but they’re best at making anything sweet.

Demo:

Demo obviously has the potential to pretty emotional when he’s drunk, there’s no doubt about that. But on the off-chance that he’s sober, he’s actually pretty sweet and considerate. Though he still is a rough-housing joker, he’s much more considerate of his friends’ feelings and has deeper and more meaningful conversations with them. He often likes to go to bars with his friends and co-workers on ceasefire weekends, having lots of fun conversation, drinking together, and generally causing chaos around town.

Demo, to put it simply, doesn’t like himself. He’s critical of everything, from his skills to race, because people have always put him down about them. His mother told him he’s lazy and unskilled too many times to count, just everyone makes fun of his eye, and many have made fun of his skin color. But you make him feel so much better about himself. Just the fact that someone so kind and gorgeous is actually with him makes him feel like he’s not as horrible as he thought. There’s been a couple of times where you’ve accidentally almost brought him to tears with a sweet compliment or show of affection, because he never thought in a million years that someone would love him and care for him like you do. He feels so blessed that he has someone like you.

Heavy:

I know the fandom’s decided that Engie is the Team Mom and makes the food, but I also think that Heavy cooks a lot too. He makes all of his own food, so he often makes a lot of extras to feed the team because a lot of them just eat junk food and Medic’s always complaining about their eating habits. Heavy often takes like half the food for himself (he does have a huge appetite and loves food, so he likes to take a lot) and just boxes up the leftover portions and leaves them in the fridge for the team to take. He says he’s only doing it because they can’t work properly if they’re unhealthy, but he also does it because he cares about their health. A little bit.

At first, you wouldn’t think Heavy’s the most cuddly guy. But surprise, he actually loves giving and receiving physical affection. He just doesn’t show it often out of respect for your boundaries, and doesn’t do it around others. His absolute favorite thing is to cuddle you against his chest. Sometimes it’s when going to sleep, or cuddling on the couch, or maybe just a quick hug. He just loves the feeling of your head resting against his chest and your arms trying (and failing) to wrap around his torso. It makes him feel like you’re safe. Nobody could ever get you when you’re wrapped up in his arms.

Engie:

You’d think Sniper’s the only nature nerd on the team, but Engie absolutely loves the outdoors, as well as animals. It’s because his father would often take him out camping every couple of months. It was often the only time he would get 1-on-1 time with his usually very busy father. So he does love the great outdoors, especially that of his home state. He especially loves animals. He was raised on a farm and helped take care of lots of injured wild animals with his mother. He absolutely loves pets and would like to have many when he retires. His dream is to have is own ranch, with horses and cows and a bunch of dogs and the whole shebang.

Engie absolutely loves playing the guitar, so of course he loves playing for you. He learns all sorts of sweet love songs to sing to you. He’s an excellent player and actually has a pretty decent singing voice (think Johnny Cash, he kinda has that singing style). I hope you like country music, because that’s all he’s going to sing to you until you give him some requests or he finds out your favorite artists or genres. You can tell how happy he is every time he gets to surprise you with a new song he learned, and he’d be a giddy, laughing mess if you sang along with him.

Medic:

You’d think this guy takes horrible care of his birds because of the environment he keeps them in, but his birds are actually exceptionally well cared for. He buys them only the best and most expensive bird food, gives them super high-quality water with vitamins n stuff in it, takes them to the vet regularly, the whole shebang. Yeah they get a little dirty from sitting around in his lab, but he always gives them a little bath at the end of the day to get all the blood and guts off.

Medic is honestly such a playful partner. Of course, around his co-workers he’s a little more professional; he still gives you soft touches, a kiss on the cheek, or a big smile, but that’s about it. In private, however, he’s such a sweetheart. He’s always sweeping you up into big hugs, kissing all over your face, and calling you all sorts of adorable nicknames in a variety of languages. It comes as a surprise, because you’d think he’d be a little more formal, but that’s really only for special occasions. It honestly brings him so much joy to have someone like you by his side, and every day he’s going to make sure you know just how grateful he is to have you in his life.

Sniper:

Sniper is an incredibly independent and self-sufficient man, but he’s also secretly a real mama’s boy. He loves his parents dearly and has a particularly close relationship with his mother. As well as sending them money every month, he sends them all sorts of gifts, letters, postcards, and souvenirs. He also makes sure to call them regularly. He goes home every couple of months to visit them, and one could see that he loves helping around the house and chatting with his parents. His mother loved gardening, so his number-1 favorite thing to do is help her in the garden.

Despite Sniper’s obvious lack of knowledge on self-care, he takes a lot of time out of his day to make sure you are happy, healthy, clean, and well-fed. He doesn’t hound you like a helicopter parent but he likes to ask how you’re feeling, if you’re hungry, stuff like that. It feels nice to know you’re taken care of or take care of you himself. If you switch it around and try to take care of him, however, he’s honestly baffled as to why you would care so much as to make sure he’s doing well. He does absolutely love the affection and attention he gets out of it though, it makes him feel loved.

Spy:

I’ve mentioned this before, but I have a head canon that Spy has a dog. Her name is Charlotte, and she’s an elderly Chihuahua. One would think he’d buy a French breed, but he found her out in the pouring rain one day and fell in love with her fluffy ears and spunky personality. She’s now 17 years old, extremely frail, missing most of her teeth, and extremely aggressive to anyone other than Spy, but he loves her dearly and pays for all of her medical expenses without batting an eye. And of course, she expresses her thanks with lots of kisses.

Spy loves dancing, and knows all kinds of dances, from flamenco to ballroom dancing to the Charleston to, canonically, disco. So of course, he’s dying to share all of the most romantic dances he knows with you. He’d love to actually teach you how to dance, rewarding you with kisses every time you finally get a move right and laughing softly when you make mistakes. But in reality, he just wants to use it as an excuse to dance with you against his chest and smother you in affection.