#and this is how people know he's such a romantic

[ddlydevotion]

IMAGINE BEING LOVED BY ME

nsfw bo chow headcanons

a/n: it’s currently 3:20 am here but I had to write this because Bo hasn’t left my mind since I last watched Sinners 💌. I also want to clarify that this wasn’t written solely for white audiences, that’d be stupid of me to do as I’m a poc myself (I know people have been worried about that in regards to Sinners fanfiction). Read my other Sinners works here ⚰️.

- I have a feeling he’d have some sort of obsession with your ass. He just seems like the type to give you an appreciative tap but not before saying “atta girl”. He’ll softly squeeze your ass as the two of you engage in a messy make out session, the sensation of his strong hands on you making your face flush with arousal.

- I know I already said this in my last post about Remmick, but I genuinely believe Bo wouldn’t mind you having a bush. I mean, it is the 1930’s so I don’t think he’d pay it any mind. He’s able to comfort you in such a swift manner it’s almost like his super power. He never fails to make you feel comfortable in the bedroom when you suddenly become too aware of your surroundings or insecurities.

“Hey-baby, look at me. You’re the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Keep your eyes on me, that’s right. Focus on me, baby, it’s alright.”

- oh my gosh have you seen this man’s hands? I have no doubt in my mind that he’d put them to good use when he’s working to make you cum. He curls his fingers in just the right way, cooing at your trembling form and pressing a hard thumb to your pulsing clit. He’ll twist his fingers in a way that he knows will make your back arch and your mouth open in a silent, gasping moan.

- Bo knows your body and he knows exactly what will get you going. He knows how your body shudders when he kisses the back of your neck. He knows that your plush thighs will eventually shake when he twists his thick fingers inside of your swollen pussy. He knows your manicured fingers will run through his thick, dark hair while his tongue flicks across your perky nipples, his drool drizzling over your tits like syrup. He knows your teary eyes will search for his when you’re on your knees for him, his thick cock finding a home within your warm, wet mouth.

- He’s a sucker for eye contact and his knees would buckle if you were to engage in eye contact with him while you throat him. He’d gently cradle your cheek, encouraging you to continue looking at him. “Look a’chu, baby”, his hips thrust his cock even deeper into your welcoming mouth, “so good f’me.”

- I see him being a family man and developing an obsession with achieving a family with you. He’s constantly doing his best to prove to you that he’s capable of providing for you & a family. Constantly talking about what a good ‘mama’ you’d be. So…breeding kink?

- yeah, I think we all know that Bo would be the type to talk you through it. His dirty talk is so fleshed out and almost teasing. It’s enough to make your eyes water from how overwhelming the pleasure is, your neck heating up from the unrelenting attention.

“Look at all that, baby, you’ve been walkin’ around with your pussy drippin’ like this all day? Don’t worry, I’ve gotchu. Daddy’s here now.”

- ughh just thinking about the dance scene between Grace and Bo and how sensual it was. This man is such a romantic and an incredibly attentive lover. He knows what you like & what it takes to get you going.

- you definitely got pregnant while the two of you were on your honeymoon. He would not get off of you!!

- He’s definitely taken you behind the counter at the store. There’s been many times where his touchy tendencies worsen when the two of you finally close for the day. He’s finally alone with his wife and you expect him to behave? He’s far too impatient to wait for the two of you to go home, so the countertop will have to do.

[rafesbuzzcutseason]

wicked game

chapter 11 - here comes the bride

synopsis: y/n is sarah’s roommate and the embodiment of sunshine. rafe, on the other hand, is her complete opposite. when the boys place a bet that he can't win her over, rafe takes the challenge without hesitation. after all, he never backs down from a dare. the closer rafe gets to y/n, he finds himself drawn to her warmth in a way he never expected, and for the first time, he wants to be more than just the guy with a bad reputation.

but secrets don’t stay hidden for long, and when y/n finds out the truth, rafe is left to face the consequences. now, he has to prove that somewhere along the way, the bet stopped mattering, because losing her was never part of the plan.

masterlist

cw: language

you couldn't figure out why this stupid fake frat wedding was making you feel things. negative things.

you dragged sarah back to your room after the grilling the girls had given you, all certain you had feelings for rafe.

"so wait, who is rafe even getting fake married to?" you asked her.

sarah grinned. "emily reed, president of zeta delta phi. you already hate her don't you?"

you threw a pillow at her, "for fucks sake sarah let it go!"

she burst into laughter, "i'm joking i'm joking! wait." she paused, "rafe has that jumper. oh my god is that rafe's jumper? when the fuck did you get that?"

you looked down. shit.

you immediately started peeling it off. "no. no! ok, it's not like that i swear. stop. i picked it up when i was leaving his room in a rush to pick up lucas."

"and you're wearing it right now?" sarah could not hide the excitement on her face.

"it's soft. that's all. it's cosy and i like it and that is the only reason. for comfort." you collapsed onto your bed, hiding your face.

"come on y/n you're not fooling anyone." sarah smirked.

"look, it's not like that okay? we just had a moment in the garden the other day at the party. it was quiet, and maybe kinda... nice? and now everything feels... i don't know. weird."

"and now you want to be his frat bride." sarah teased you once again.

"stop!" you groaned into your pillow.

sarah flopped down next to you, voice suddenly gentler. "hey. it’s okay if you like him, you know. even if he is a dick. and my brother."

"i don’t," you said again.

sarah raised an eyebrow.

"i don’t!" you repeated, defensive now.

"well, if you did, i wouldn't be mad. and part of me thinks he likes you too."

your ears perked at that, "really?"

"i don't know, it's rafe." she shrugged like it didn't matter.

you paused. that name alone came with so many contradictions.

yeah. it was rafe.

the same rafe who was cocky and infuriating and said things like "maybe it's a sign" when you kept bumping into each other and called you 'princess' with a stupid half-smirk.

but also the same rafe who sat with you in the garden while the party raged on, letting you hold his hand like it meant something. the same rafe who protected you when you got roofied and looked after you all night.

you bit your lip, sarah staring at you like she was trying to figure you out. "what's going through that pretty head of yours?"

"it's just. he was...nice. the other night i mean. like, weirdly nice. it just doesn't seem like the same guy everyone talks about."

sarah sat up "how weirdly?"

"i mean," you mumbled, "it wasn’t just banter. it felt different. he just sat and we talked and he held my hand and-"

"pause. he held your hand?" her eyes lit up in shock.

"yes but not like that." you spoke quickly

sarah’s jaw dropped. "not like that? y/n, babe, this is rafe we’re talking about. he doesn’t even high-five people unless there’s a crowd watching."

you rolled your eyes but your cheeks were already warm. "it wasn’t romantic. it was just… quiet."

"okay, sure," she said, still clearly unconvinced, "he quietly held your hand in the garden under the stars while you had a vulnerable moment and now you’re wearing his hoodie and getting jealous about a fake wedding. totally platonic."

you sighed, falling back onto your bed. "i hate you."

she laughed, "no you don’t. you hate that i’m right."

you stared up at the ceiling. "it’s just confusing. i didn’t feel like this with lucas. not even close. and now rafe’s getting fake married and i can’t stop thinking about how stupidly annoying that makes me feel."

sarah’s voice softened. "it’s not stupid. you like him. that’s okay."

you didn’t say anything for a moment. then quietly, "do you really think he likes me too?"

she hesitated, not teasing now, "yeah. i think he does. i think he’s just as confused about it as you are."

you nodded slowly, letting her words sink in.

a/n: AHHHHHH i am screaming at this and i wrote it

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[fruitiesss]

bob reynolds !! sfw alphabet

let me know if ur interested in an nsfw alphabet! enjoy <3

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

bob comes across as very shy and closed off with newer people, but with his friends he's very touchy and sweet. he wants the people he cares about to understand how much he cares about them with hugs and gifts and acts of service. he needs the reassurance so he assumes everybody else does.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

kind of like how the thunderbolts took one look at this sad wet cat and decided 'that's mine now', he kind of has that affect on everybody. he trusts you a lot.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

he would cuddle with an s/o or a best friend. bob loves the contact, it grounds him and makes him feel human so best believe he's all about cuddles when he's comfortable enough with you. He likes to spoon the most, he doesn't mind being the big spoon but he prefers little.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

as i've said before, bob can't cook great. he makes decent sandwiches thanks to his horrible upbringing but he's used to survival foods since he spent most of his time high or backpacking and homeless. he's hesitant to have kids though he does want one or two if you're interested.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

he would hate himself for it, but it would take a LOT for him to even consider it. like a lot. he wouldn't end it over text, he'd want to treat you first with dinner and maybe let you down easily, staying friends if it wasn't an absolutely horrible thing.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

you're gonna have to propose. he's a nervous wreck, scared of committing in case he messes it up. he has a lot of past trauma and baggage that he doesn't want to put on anyone, despite you telling him it's okay. once you're over the first part of your relationship and he's comfortable with casual affection, he'd 100% want to get married.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he's very gentle. like you're fine china gentle. after he voided out and learned what he was capable of, he was scared of himself for so long and would hate himself if he was even a little rough with you. emotionally, too, he's very hesitant to share his feelings and emotions, he's very much a push over and easily manipulated.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

when the thunderbolts defeat the void with the power of friendship. send post. yes, he likes hugs. yes, he initiates them often and he is very soft and warm, he runs hot.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

he says it platonically, so he's fast to say it with his partner. his friends are very close to him and he truly does love them all.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

bob doesn't get jealous, he just gets really sad. he needs the reassurance. if you're touchy with a stranger, he's stuck in his head and thinking that he's not doing good enough for you, or he doesn't satisfy you enough.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

he loves forehead kisses but regular chaste kisses on the lips are great too, makes him flustered when you pepper them all over his face. he wasn't so experienced when he kissed you at first since he's never had time for anything romantically charged, but he gets it quickly!

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

he likes children, he's good with them, but they make him uncomfortable when he's babysitting or have to be around them a lot. he hates children in restaurants.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

mornings are slow. he gets out of bed late, slips out quietly and reads a book with a mug of tea. very calm, very nice.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

nights are also slow, very relaxed and sweet. he likes to cuddle in bed and is very touchy when he's tired, his hands glued to your hips or waist. the physical contact helps him feel like everything is real.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he does it very slowly and needs to be prompted. he works through things with his therapist, helping him with his memory issues. those would be a big hurdle in getting to know much about him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

he gets angry and sad at the same time. like the shaking with tears. if he's being annoyed nonstop he will cry, but if something's happening to his friends and he can't do anything about it. boom. void.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he tries his best, bless him, he's not the best with remembering things. he knows your full name, birthday, but that's pretty much it. unless there's something big about you that's similar to him, he's already forgetting it.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

he loves the little things but his absolute favourite moment is when he was trying to bake cupcakes for you because you told him you liked them, and absolutely making a mess of the kitchen. you caught him in the act and helped him clean up the mess. the look on your face when he told you he's done this for you is burned into his retinas. he loves your smile.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

bob's protective in his own way. he's always got his eyes on you whenever he's concerned or worried, and if you're out of sight he'll text every 30 minutes or so to check up on you. he's not too bothered with being protected, he knows he's safe and he wouldn't purposefully put himself in danger again.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he sets reminders on his calendar for things like these, and yes he absolutely goes all out. he likes to be romantic. he wants to give you everything he's got. it's really sweet. everyday tasks are really all he has, so yes he goes above and beyond for these too.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he picks and bites his nails. it's a habit he's had since he was small and he has no interest in trying to stop, so his nails are always short. he also still gets withdrawals from meth so he scratches at his arms or tugs on his hair when he's feeling them and hides it from you because he's ashamed.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

he's not too concerned. he's looked much much worse than he ever will again so he's just happy to be healthy again.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

yes. once you're in a relationship with him you are a part of him. his arms feel empty when you're not there and his heart aches when he's not with you. he's clingy and it's sweet.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

he's very specific with his hair. he likes it cut a certain way and he doesn't like getting it dyed (he only did it because valentina really wanted him to).

he loves fidget toys.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

drugs, alcohol, anything with an addictive nature. it scares him. otherwise he can adapt, he's happy to take what he can get, and he loves you too much for something to get in the way of it.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

he doesn't sleep much. a lot of the time he lays awake and still, it's quite creepy when you wake up and he's just staring at you wide-eyed. he sleeps more when the sun's out than when it's dark because he doesn't feel safe when it's dark.

[dumbseee]

i’ll be watching you, two.

note: here’s the part 2! i hope you guys like it! thanks for the support on part 1, really it makes me so happy that you guys liked it <33 don’t hesitate to comment and reblog, btw you can send me requests if you want me to write anything on the weak hero class characters!

part one.

seongje didn’t get it.

he didn’t know how he got there, but he was currently sitting next to seongmok, watching an episode of the current romance drama he was watching.

"why are they staring at each other like that? it’s been ten minutes, just fucking kiss already." seongje sighed, lighting a cigarette, lifting it to his mouth. seongmok sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose before glaring at seongje.

"for god’s sake shut up!" seongmok’s frustrated tone made seongje chuckle.

the next scene happened after the mc got beaten up by some thugs, and the female love interest ended up tending to his wounds, which created another romantic scene with those stupid love ost in the background. seongje frowned, suddenly interested, he sat up correctly and watched. which actually surprised seongmok.

the scene ended up with a soft kiss between the two characters, and a light went up in seongje’s mind. he suddenly stood up, which made seongmok jump slightly.

"seongmok, i want you to beat me up."

the taller one looked up at seongje, a frown on his face as he paused the tv.

"what are you on? are you on drugs?" he asked, but seongje looked at him with a determined expression, hands in his pocket and his cigarette on the ground, seongmok sighed before standing up. well, he always wanted to knock some sense into seongje.

you were currently getting ready to go to bed, you had to go to the library, early in the morning, so you could study for your exams. school took the majority of your time, so you never had time to hang out or meet new people. your studies were everything to you. and your part-time job also didn’t help in having a social life.

you were so immersed in your thoughts, that you didn’t even hear the knock on your door. you turned around to look at the door and frowned, you didn’t order anything and sure didn’t expect anyone. you walked towards the door and cursed yourself for still forgetting to add a peephole. you opened it slightly and gasped as you saw a man, on the ground, and clearly beaten up.

"oh god!" your hand went to your mouth, as you immediately plopped down. your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met the man’s eyes, and you quickly recognised him. the guy from yesterday, who saved you from hanbin, your coworker. "it’s you…" you mumbled, he chuckled but winced from the pain of having a busted lip. "wait, let’s go inside." you helped him get up, propping his arm on your shoulders, you walked slowly and gently made him sit on your couch.

seongje was ecstatic, his plan was going so well already. seongmok did a great job at beatting his ass and apparently had a blast doing it.

"i’ll get the first aid kit." you told seongje, under the lights of your apartment, you could have a proper look at his injuries, he had a busted lip, that was still bleeding profusely, his cheek seemed to be bleeding as well and he was clutching his ribs, which worried you more.

seongje had to fight the urge to smile, he kept bitting his lip which didn’t help his case. it just made the cut deeper, and caused more blood to ooze from the wound.

you quickly came back with the first aid kit, concern laced in your traits, which made seongje’s heart speed up, you barely knew him and there you were, worried sick for him. oh, how he loved to see you like this.

his eyes never left your face, you truly were the most gorgeous human being he ever seen. your warm eyes, filled with concern for a man who didn’t deserve it, the little crease on your forehead, translating how concentrated you were in helping seongje, which warmed his cold heart. your face was getting dangerously closer to his, and seongje hated how he couldn’t control the speeding of his heartbeat.

"what happened to you?" you finally asked, the question had been burning your tongue since you opened the door.

seongje did help you with hanbin, and he seemed nice, but the way he got your address without asking you, was still bothering you.

you weren’t a fool, seongje had to be involved in some shady business, to get beaten up like that, and also to be so skilled in fighting.

"don’t worry, i’m sorry for bothering you." liar. he actually orchestrated the whole thing just to see you again.

"it’s okay." your voice was like a soft melody to his ears, he knew he could listen to your voice all day, maybe he should put some recording device in your apartment? that way, he’d be able to listen to you, and know every single thing about you.

"what’s your name by the way?" you asked again, and you were curious about him? seongje was truly in heaven right now, getting taken care of by you, and you were asking things about him.

"geum seongje, how about you?" what an actor, seongje was surprised in his acting skills, maybe he should consider a career change.

"l/n y/n." he knew that already, of course he did.

he knew everything about you, from your favourite snack to your least favourite coffee shop. he knew about your first boyfriend, that actually broke your heart back in your first year of high school. seongje knew about that too, found the guy and smashed his legs.

no one should be able to walk freely after hurting you.

no one should be able to breath, at all, after hurting you.

the mere thought of you being hurt or sad, made seongje tense for a second, which you caught and made you stop in your movements.

"does it hurt?" seongje couldn’t stop himself from smiling, you were so cute and sweet to him.

"nah, i’m used to it." he mumbled, eyes still fixated on your face, he didn’t miss the look of uncertainty in your eyes.

"you should stop getting into fights, or whatever your doing." you added, which surprised seongje, out of everything you could’ve done or said, you chose to keep worrying for him.

something no one ever did.

this was only his second real interaction with you, but he was already getting addicted. the way you made him feel was a high he knew he’d chase forever. a normal person would’ve never opened their door to a wounded stranger, but you did anyway. you were different.

"how is work? that bastard keeps bothering you?" you finished cleaning the wounds on his face, you put a medium-sized bandage on his cheek and started to tidy up. "he resigned, i think he got the memo after yesterday." you started to stand up so you could put the first aid kit, back in your bathroom, but seongje grabbed your wrist, which startled you.

"ah… my head hurts, i’m feeling dizzy." he closed his eyes and put his head on your lap. he got comfortable, arms crossed on his chest as he kept his eyes closed.

you froze, you didn’t know how to react to that. that guy was weird, that was a given, but something deep inside of you didn’t want to push him away. why? a random guy is laying on your lap, in your apartment, late at night and you’re not calling the police? that’s crazy.

you always lived a simple, sometime boring life, you came from a middle-class family, who sent you to the city for your studies, when you were off school, you were off to work, and then at home to do your homework and sleep. you lived a rather boring life, yes.

so maybe you enjoyed that little change in your routine? and maybe you enjoyed seongje’s chaotic presence? the guy has to be involved in some shady business with the way he showed up with new and old bruises. but weirdly enough, you didn’t ask about it.

something must be wrong with you, but is that so bad?

"what’s gotten you so lost in thoughts?" seongje’s eyes were still closed, and his voice sounded like he was almost falling asleep.

"nothing." you lied, and seongje immediately caught it, he opened his eyes, the way he looked at you kinda made you feel uncomfortable, he looked at you like you were an open book to him. like he could read straight through you.

"don’t lie to me, darling." you hated how your cheek started to burn from the nickname.

you must be ovulating, you never acted this way before. well, you hardly received any attention from the male audience, not that you complained, you loved your peaceful life. but sometimes, you wished someone would barge into your quiet bubble and add some spice.

well, there comes seongje.

"tell me more about you."

woah. for the first time in his life, geum seongje had nothing to say to that. seongje isn’t someone you can shut up easily, he always has something to say, no matter what the question is, he always as an answer.

ask him about himself and it’s crickets.

"what school do you go to, what are your favourite subjects, do you have any dreams? stuff like that." you saw how taken aback he was by your question, and if you were an open book to him, seongje was definitely one to you as well.

without warning, seongje started laughing, almost hysterically. which surprised you, did you say something funny? he was laughing so hard, he started coughing and tearing up. seongje calmed down after a few seconds, he got comfortable again on your lap and looked up at you.

"you’re funny, i’m not that interesting." he answered, and you were a little disappointed by this. you needed to know more about this man, why was he being so mysterious for?

"i want to know more about you, too." even though he already knew a lot, he needed to listen to all the little stories you had about your life.

"i’m an only child, i was born and raised in jeju island, i miss my parents sometimes." at the memory of your parents, a small smile appeared on your lips. "they sent me here to have a better life, and i’m a high school student." he knew all of that already.

"that’s just the surface of who you are, tell me something no one knows about you." not even him.

you had to think about this one for a few seconds, not because you didn’t know what to answer, you weren’t quite sure if you felt comfortable opening up to a literal stranger.

but that’s the thing with seongje, he doesn’t feel like a stranger, he’s so comfortable around you. like he’s known you forever, maybe the two of you knew each other in a past life?

"i’m lonely." you blurted out.

and that surprised seongje.

you? the most beautiful and shining soul he’s ever seen? how could you feel lonely when the room lit up everywhere you went? seongje did notice how you didn’t seem to have any friends except from your coworkers at work and some classmates who seemed to like you. but seongje also noticed how the eyes of everyone in the room were always on you, it did piss him off, but you were always the center of attention, no matter how quiet you were.

"i can’t explain it very well, but i do feel lonely. like my life has no purpose at all, like i don’t belong anywhere, i-… i don’t know." you didn’t notice how you started playing with seongje’s hair. he sure did noticed and almost went into cardiac arrest. "i’m also very scared of the future, i’m not that good of a student, no matter how hard i study, i can’t get those insane grades like my other classmates." you continue, your eyes were focused ahead, but your mind was far away. "what if i end up disappointing my family? they sacrificed so much for me, what if they end up realising that i’m a failure?"

"hey." you jumped at seongje’s harsh tone. you blushed as you yanked your hand out of his hair, but the coldness of his eyes, who were still focused on you, sent shivers down your spine.

seongje finally sat up, his face was only a few inches from yours and you nearly merged with your couch with how hard you were backing away. your cheeks were burning hot and you hated how naked you felt in front of seongje’s piercing gaze.

"don’t you dare say that about yourself." he said, and you weakly nodded.

seongje’s eyes landed on your lips for a second, and it took him all his self restraint to not slam his lips against yours. not yet. but what’s wrong with a little ki-

seongje’s phone started buzzing in his pocket and he swore he’d kill whoever dared to burst his bubble. seongje closed his eyes before sighing, he took out his phone and answered.

"hm? are you kidding me? send dongha or whatever. fuck you baekjin, you owe me one."

you didn’t know who those people were but seongje looked pissed, he hung up and stuffed his phone in his pocket. he looked at you and forced a smile.

"i gotta go, darling, but we’ll see each other again, sleep well tonight." seongje sent you a flying kiss before taking off.

and just like that, seongje was gone.

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and finally relaxed on your couch. that was one eventful night if you ever had one. but weirdly enough, you liked whatever happened tonight. you got to see seongje again, talked with him, and he even scolded you for doubting yourself. that made you chuckle, he looked so upset at you for a second.

your phone buzzing against your thigh took you out of your reverie. you pulled it out and noticed a new text from an unknown number.

"lock your door and go to sleep, darling, see you very soon." the text read, and once again it got you wondering how did seongje got your number, when you never gave it to him yourself?

on the other side of the city, seongje played with a baseball bat, twirling it around while whistling. the bat was covered in blood, and three men were scattered around, covered in blood and barely conscious. seongje was feral, he was so pissed at how his night turned out, it started so well and ended like shit.

"you’re the reason why i’m not with my girl, tonight." he spat, kicking one of those guy in the face. "because of you, i’m away from her, fucking bitch!" he kicked, again, and again and didn’t stop until he finally was out of breath.

one thing was for sure, you may not know how to figure your life or where you belong, but you sure belonged to geum seongje, always and forever.

[sparrows4bats]

Dick Grayson is the victim of his own choices when it comes to Jondami. Aka Dick sets up Jondami, this time on purpose, but quickly regrets it.

Damian grew up to be a beautiful, kind young man, and Dick can't be prouder of him.

When he left Robin to be a doctor Dick had his feelings about it (ie hes growing up so fast! Make it stop!) but respected Damians' choice and gave as much support as possible as he went to med school and started his internship and residentancy. Damian is an adult now, accomplished and intelligent and Dick couldn't be more happy.

The only issue is other people's reactions to Damian.

Ever since, he was reintroduced to hero society for his medical expertise under the code name Nightengale (Tim chose it and suffered Damian's wrath for weeks) Every young hero Dick knows has delevoped 'an admiration' for his baby brother. (They want to get into his pants, but Dick refuses to even think about it), and Dick can't take it anymore!

He deals with this with every member of his family, and eventually, the love lorn stares die down.

But with Damian, they seem to only be increasing over time as he saves more lives and endears the younger heroes with treats and stories of his many pets.

That is his baby, and if they don't stop with the lecherous gazes soon Dick is enacting contingency plans!

It's getting plain dangerous! With the other bats, the way to impress them was competency, but because Nightengale is rarely in active combat, his admirers have resorted to injuring themselves or exaggerating symptoms to get his attention. It's gotten so bad that Bruce had to put out a League Wide memo on safety and, somehow, had gotten Damian to teach a first aid class. But that only made it worse! Nightengale claimed even more hearts during the class! He had an army of suitors practising CPR and gave everyone his com frequency at the end in case of emergency!

Dick has walked in on way too many conversations discussing Damians' datebility. He almost murdered the poor soul that started describing what they thought the doctor would be like in bed. (They were so lucky Kory was there to hold him back from disfiguring the pervert.)

The worst part is that as soon as it was revealed that Nightengale is a bat. Nightwing, the friendliest bat, was inundated with questions about the doctor. A brave few even asked him to put in a good word for them!

Dick needs this to stop. Now.

So he starts to think. How did the wave of crushes end for the rest of his family? Dick realised they only stopped after the object of their affections started dating another hero.

So all Dick has to do was set Damian up with someone. (He despairs at the thought, but anything is better than watching people he is meant to trust with his life oogle his little Robin as Damian just tries to do his job.)

So Dick Grayson makes a list of attributes any partner has to have. (Not that any of them will ever be good enough to deserve him.)

The person he sets Damian up with has to be a good hero, non judgemental about Damian's past, be able to handle his more acerbic attitude, and just crazy enough to keep up with a bat. They have to be competent, intelligent, and willing to defer to Damian when he makes his own choices but stubborn enough to dissaude his more reckless behaviour. They have to be kind, an animal lover, and willing to move heaven and earth for his baby brother at the bare minimum.

Most important of all, they can't under any circumstances have a reputation for dating around or being a massive perv. Damian is his mother's son, and as much as he tries to deny it, a true romantic. If Damian falls in love, there's no doubt in Dicks mind that Damian will remain loyal. If he's not careful, Damians' compassion and incredible capacity for forgiveness will be his doom.

So Dick needs someone who would never dream of taking advantage of another's heart.

Dick is left with a surprisingly short list. He considers asking the rest of the family for help but can't risk it getting back to Damian.

Then, after a half hour of despair. It hits him. Jonathan Kent!

They are childhood Friends, Jon knows all about Damian's childhood, they trust each other, Jon think Damians insults are funny, respects his decisions, loves animals, and would literally break the world to protect him. Jon doesn't date much, usually committed relationships, and is interested in men! It's perfect!

Dick mentored Jon himself. He's a good guy and definitely wouldn't take advantage of Damians' loyalty.

So, with his decision made Dick begins his plan to set them up.

It's a delicate operation if he goes right out and says it there's no way Damian will go with it. So he starts assigning Jon to Nightengale at the Watchtower during low activity.

He smiles as he watches the two laugh over restocking the medbay.

Next, he gets Damian to bring Superman 2.0 to visit the children at the paediatric hospital he works at as a day job. Jon happily agrees and afterwards meets Dick with a bright blush in his face and a sappy smile that doesn't fade.

Dick makes up excuses for them to hang out, training, humanitarian missions, and abusing superspeed and flight to ensure Damian is fed after long shifts.

The two are definitely interested in each. It's cute. Jon starts glaring and hanging around Damian whenever the other heroes start flirting. Damian lets Jon help him with projects, and the two are never out of each others sight for more than two minutes.

The plan is progressing beautifully, but they need just one more little push.

It happens without Dicks intervention, in the worst possible way.

Nightengale is out during an invasion, fighting and providing emergency medical help when he's hit. Hard.

Dick doesn't see it happen. But turns to see Jon with red eyes standing in front of a bleeding Damian as he takes down hundreds of the aliens. There are very few times Dick has really understood the power the Supers hold. This is like watching a vengeful God. But no hostile gets anywhere near Damian again.

The rest retreat after the carnage, but Jon doesn't care. He gathers Damian in his arms and flies away. Hours later, the batfamily finds them at a hospital, Damian is out of surgery, and Jon is sitting holding his hand. Both out of their hero gear, Thank God.

Jon doesn't even acknowledge their presence just keeps staring at Damian who is out cold.

Bruce starts to lecture him but stops when Clark very firmly drags him from the room. Dick watches the two in silence and slowly takes the chair on Damians other side.

"Thank you, for keeping him safe."

Jon just brushes Damians cheek and replies, "Always."

Jon doesn't leave until Damian is released a few days later. Damian moves back into the Manor temporarily to continue to heal. Jon visits him everyday.

Dick is celebrating his success. The two are well on their way to a relationship, and all of Damians admirers have backed off and only enquire about his health now.

Life is good.

Until he walks in on a Naked Jon Kent in Damians bed. He screams and flees before he can see anything else.

After he has calmed down and given them a chance to dress, he returns to lecture Damian about strenuous activity only to be lectured in turn about holistic pain management and rehabilitation after surgical intervention.

Dick shuts up, glares at Jon, and ensures Damian hasn't disturbed his stitches.

It would be fine if that was the only time he found the Super menace feeling up his baby.

He has, somehow, in his quest to save Damian from the lecherous assholes of the Watchtower, set him up with a pervert!

Everywhere he looks, he finds them canoodling, and Jon doesn't seem to fear him nearly enough. The little shit can't seem to keep his hands to himself!

The worst of it is when he and a few titans walk into the medbay after Damian goes back to work and finds the two of them using one of the beds!

They have no shame, and the titans spread news about the encounter to everyone. (At least Damian would be harem disperses) But Dick now wants to bleach his eyes out of skull.

But Damian is happy, so he resists the urge to break out the kryptonite.

That is until, one day, he notices a ring on Damians' finger during a hangout between the two brothers.

"You're engaged to Jon!!"

"No Richard."

Dick breathes a sigh of relief.

"We eloped."

"WHAT??"

Dick Grayson has many regrets.

[foolishescapism]

(I know you're supposed to have others ask the questions but I'm new here and I have, like, a dozen followers, so I'll just answer them for my personal enjoyment.)

What is the Warden's name? Does it have a meaning behind it? How do they feel about their name? Her name is Fyre. Fyre Eleanor Cousland. I considered several options, but ultimately chose Fyre because I just knew she was going to have the temper and personality of an inferno. I also added her mother's name as a middle name because I felt it was something the Couslands would do. And I like how easy it feels to imagine her parents call their children's names: "Fergus! Fyre!", they sound good together. And she likes her name, she knows it fits on her like a perfectly crafter armor.

How would you describe the Warden's personality before and after the prologue? Did it change much or did they remain the same? She was ready to be a lady, fair and kind, and use her wealth and prestige to help people. She always had a penchant for blood and violence, but never wanted to be a soldier; she was dragged to Ostagar kicking and screaming and biting and spitting. She never changed, she stayed proud and held her head high in spite of it all.

Prior to the prologue, who was the Warden's closest friend? The obvious answer would be Fergus. And yes, they adore each other -not because they're relatives, but because they genuinely like each other, as friends- but there is also an invisible wall between them: different roles pushed upon them, different expectations, different everything. They never cared about all that, but still, it was hard: Fergus was the heir, was taught everything a teyrn needs to know, but then they grew up and Fergus turned out to be better at leading his people on the battlefield, while Fyre was the one better suited to guide, to administer justice, to rule. She also loved Highever's soldiers. She trained and drank and laughed with them, grew up among them. The majority of them always remained distant -saw her as their lady, never as a friend, but a few of them were very, very dear to her heart. She never had a best friend, rarely confided in anyone, and that is precisely why her journey to stop the Blight was so important to her: she finally knew what friendship was, finally knew what family could be.

Did the Warden have any romantic relationships before the game? Occasional liaisons? Yes. Romantic relationships? No. Many were aiming for her hand in marriage, naturally, but as the daughter of a teyrn, Fyre had standards. Very high standards. She scared them off, all of them. And... and then there was Iona. Sure, they did only spend a few hours together, but she was cute and kind and complimented her dog and liked watching her spar in the courtyard! And then... she was gone. Because of her. She could have escaped, survived the massacre... That's something that will always haunt Fyre. She couldn't even say goodbye. She took her necklace with her, and later gave it to Iona's daughter.

What are their thoughts on Duncan? How did they feel about his actions during the Joining? Did I mention "kicking and screaming and biting and spitting"? Duncan had to tie her up when they needed to stop to rest, and several times he had to reassure concerned passersby that no, this woman was not kidnapped, she was lawfully conscripted. She despised being lied to. There is no honor in lies, there is no honor in anything that is only done because there is no other choice. She could have escaped by herself, the passage was there, but no, that bastard had to look a dying man in the eyes and tell him he would help his daughter only if she gave her life to a cause she didn't choose. Upon learning that he had died, Fyre was ecstatic.

Were they impacted by Cailan's death? Or did they not care about him? She cared. He was naïve to a fault, sure, but his heart was in the right place. He was kind and respectful and regal, a ray of sunshine in all that gloom. She really wished to know him better. So yeah, she cared.

How did they feel about being put in a leading position? Do they resent Alistair for putting that on them or are they ok with it? Oh, she's absolutely fine with being in charge. She has... a hard time following orders, and she wouldn't know authority or obedience if they slapped her in the face. She adores Alistair, but would never trust him as a leader: he would have killed Zevran, for starters. No, she's more than happy to be in a leading position, she cares for her people and makes sure they can rely on her.

How did the Warden deal with Connor? Is he or Isolde dead? What was the Warden's rationale to resolving the issue as they did? Everyone is alive, but she despises the entire family -Eamon for killing Jowan, Teagan for being so stubborn, Isolde for... everything. Connor is probably the least insufferable, there. She didn't really care much for that entire situation, so the main reason why she decided to seek the help of the mages was that it would help the mages' reputation. Actually making it back to Redcliffe in time was ideal but almost optional.

If the Warden was trapped in a nightmare, what would it be like?Assuming we're talking about a "negative" nightmare, and not a "positive" one (like Alistair happily visiting Goldanna in the Fade), it really depends on when it happens. If she was trapped in a nightmare during Uldred's uprising, she would see Duncan, telling her how proud she should be of being a Grey Warden, of how the Wardens are her home and her family now, of how right he was about her being a good fit for that role. If she was trapped in a nightmare after the Blight, though, when she has so much to lose... She'd see him die. Her love. Her soul. Her sanity. She'd see him die again and again. She'd be there, able to see, but never to stop it, never to save him.

Did they help the mages or did they go with Cullen's plan? Why? Oh of course she helped the mages. She supports the liberation of all mages, and also believes that leaving one criminal unpunished is preferable than harming one innocent victim. She pitied Cullen, but he was angry, unstable, traumatized -and a templar: blinded by his own rage at best, hateful and genocidal at worst.

How did the Warden react to the truth of the werewolf curse? A person should never be held accountable for the actions or sins of their ancestors. They were not the ones harming Zathrian's children, they were being punished for the deeds of others, deeds that didn't benefit them in any way. So there was no reason for them to bear that curse. She was horrified, not only by the fact that it happened, but also by Zathrian's "omission".

Did the Warden end Zathrian's curse? Yes.

How does the Warden feel about the Deep Roads? She likes trees and grass and the wind so the stale air and the repetitive shapes are not her cup of tea. Loves history, but hates the structure of Orzammar's society. Loves the darkness and the sense of grandeur, but is not a fan of dwarven architecture.

What did the Warden think when they saw the Archdemon in the Dead Trenches? "Magnificent and terrifying. I wish there was a way to know more about it, to understand it and preserve its story, before killing it."

Who did the Warden choose as the new King of Orzammar and why? Bhelen. Caste system needs to go.

How did the Warden feel about the Anvil of the Void? Unethical. Becoming a Grey Warden was not a choice, for her, and yet everyone kept telling her that being one was an honor, that serving the world was a privilege and the right thing to do. She knew that keeping the Anvil would mean condemning many people to the same fate: sure, it was supposed to be a choice, but how long before the ones holding the leash start forcing others to undergo the transformation for the sake of honor and necessity? And its creator himself wanted it destroyed.

What was the Warden's reaction to seeing Bryce/Shianni/Tamlen/Leske/Jowan/Trian in the Temple of Sacred Ashes? Emotional numbness. She would have loved a chance to meet her parents again, to talk to them, tell them of her wonderful journey and of the people around her, but that was not her father, so... all she could do was remember him, and move forward.

How did the Warden feel about the Ashes? Are they religious or do they not care? And did they defile it or not? She did not defile it. She's definitely not religious (loves Andraste as a historical figure, couldn't care less about the Maker), but knows there is power in ceremony and belief, so if someone asks to pray together or wants to offer her a blessing, she gladly accepts and appreciates it. -as long as it's a decent person. And Leliana is her best friend: Fyre doesn't believe in the Maker, but she believes in Leliana! The Chant of Light means nothing to her, but Leliana means the world. If her faith gives her hope, if her faith led her to Fyre, than she will protect that faith, that spark that can make Thedas a better place. And despite not caring about religion at all, she is adamant that Leliana is the one officiating her wedding.

Who are the people in camp that the Warden is closest with and why? Alistair, Morrigan, Leliana, Zevran. They're not just friends, they're family. She is nothing without them, she will stop the Blight for them but would also let the Blight win if it was the only way to keep them safe: for them, she would burn the world. Leliana is and always will be her best friend, Alistair is her little brother, Morrigan is a sister to her, Zevran is the reason she clings onto life so desperately. She trusts them. Loves them. They will never be truly apart.

Is there anyone in camp who they do not like? Why? Fyre is optimistic and grew up believing in redemption and camaraderie. That said, she can barely stand Wynne. She's a good person, sure, clever and patient and compassionate and funny, all qualities she deeply appreciates, but they disagree on almost everything. No, there is no honor in a choice you didn't make. No, sacrifice is worthless without intention. No, my happiness is not less important than my mission. No, you are not a good judge of character. Yes, I accept your apologies.

Did the Warden romance anyone from their group? If so, what attracted them to their partner? Zevran. She fell fast, and hard, like a tile from a rooftop. Until that moment, she thought that, if Alistair was to claim the throne, she would marry him: to support him, to aid him, to offer her knowledge as someone who came from nobility, to serve the kingdom and use her privilege to do good, just as she wanted. And then, the tile fell, and all her noble intentions with it. He made her laugh, he was kind, he understood her, he was free with his words and his feelings just like she was, and when she felt lost he was there -not to guide her, but to take her hand and offer words of comfort so she could find her way on her own. She wants to give him the world. And honestly? He was the most beautiful person she'd ever seen. The poor man was still at her feet, covered in dust and blood, and she was already telling herself "oh well, no throne for me, I suppose".

Which gifts would raise the Warden's approval, if they were a companion? I love this question. Pretty things, I'd say. Not necessarily expensive, and even better if handmade: flowers, pretty rocks, cute baked goods? Really nice. Jewelry, clothes, useful things that are also pretty (like a chatelaine or a decorated box or a bookmark)? Magnificent. Any work of art (a drawing, a poem, a musical piece)? Spectacular.

If Dog is in the party, what did the Warden name him and why? Lord Barkleigh. Lord Conláech Percival Barkleigh, to be precise. He's nobility! Percival was his father's name -proud dad of a glorious litter- and Conláech literally means warrior dog. Barkleigh is self-explanatory, since Fyre wanted her mabari to father a new dynasty, she gave him a last name, that incidentally related to a specific tree in the meadow where the castle is located (bark + leigh), a tree that is... a favorite, to the dog. And she calls him Percy, but expects everyone else to address him as "my Lord". The dog likes that. By the end of the Blight, the family (see 19) calls him Percy too.

Did the Warden complete the companions quests? Of course.

Did the Warden focus more on their objective or did they do side quests? All the side quests. Between stopping the Blight and getting a nug for Leliana, the latter took priority.

If the Warden was Captured, did they wait for their companions or did they leave on their own? If they waited, who rescued them and why? She and Alistair escaped. She is incapable of staying still for more than two minutes, and really really wanted to hit something, and the man guarding their cell was basically asking to be knocked out.

How does the Warden feel about what is happening in the Alienage? How do they feel about how elves are treated? She was outraged. Having spent her entire life in a place where -as Iona pointed out- elves are treated much better, Denerim was... kind of a shock. She wished she could do more. That kind of injustice is precisely the reason why she wanted to become queen, and considering she later became chancellor (and basically the actual ruler, as the end slides say) I know something was done about that mess. She can't stand such inequality, she can't stand the uncaring complacency of the ones who should be in charge of bettering the kingdom. Oh, and she adopted Amethyne. Obviously.

During the Landsmeet, who did the Warden choose to rule Ferelden and why? How did they come to that decision? Alistair. She admired Anora at first, but things went south when she let Ser Cauthrien arrest them, and every trace of respect went down the drain when she appeared at the Landsmeet. No, it couldn't be her. Alistair is far from being ready to be a ruler, but he has a good heart and and a kind soul. He is a friend, a brother. He will be fine, and she won't let him carry that weight alone. She will always be there for him, doing the heavy lifting, sharing the burden. It's not going to be easy for either of them, but they're going to be alright, as long as they have each other.

How did the Warden feel learning about how Archdemons are killed? - Why didn't this guy say so before Alistair killed Loghain? He could have asked to talk in private for a moment. - I knew we shouldn't have killed him. I said it. Alistair didn't listen! - But then again, Alistair would rather die than let Loghain kill the Archdemon and be remembered as a hero. - ...I hope Riordan will deal the killing blow. I'm sorry. - I do wish to be remembered as a hero, but dying? No. Not now. - But I cannot let Alistair die, he is my brother, my king! I made him king. I will die for my king. - If Riordan fails, I'll do it. For Alistair, and to be the great hero who ended the Blight. - No. No no no. I have to live. For him. Everything, for him. - I don't even care about being a hero. I want to be his hero, yes, his knight in shining armor, his shield and his sword. - Who cares about the kingdom? Who cares about the Blight?! They didn't even give me a griffon. - But the Blight gave me everyone I love. This fight gave me everything I hold dear. I need- - ...Morrigan?

Did they agree to Morrigan's ritual? If so why, or why not? Yes, she agreed. She trusts Morrigan completely, she shares her ideals -her love for knowledge, her wish to preserve the past and learn from it- and, of course, doesn't want anyone to die. She would have performed the ritual herself, if she could, and she knew Alistair will agree to it: even if something went wrong and the magic didn't work, it was definitely worth a shot.

How does the Warden feel about being a Grey Warden and the sacrifices that entails? Bad. She feels bad. As I said, sacrifice is worthless without intention, and you can't sacrifice something that doesn't belong to you: she was taken, forcefully, and made a Grey Warden. It was not a sacrifice, it was violence. She didn't sacrifice anything to fight the Blight, she had already lost her home and her future, all she had was her life, and so all she could do was survive: that meant stopping the Blight. She gained family and glory in the process. Fyre is not cut to be a martyr. She would only make the ultimate sacrifice if there was no other choice, to save her loved ones, but even then she'd rather be remembered as a friend, as a good person, as a defender of the people, and not as the one who killed a dragon. And sure, Grey Wardens are usually so busy doing Grey Warden things they can't afford to own land, to gain power and status, to have families. It rarely happens. But it happened to her, because she'd never allow the duty forced upon her to stop her from living the life she wants.

If they could leave the Wardens, would they? No. Maybe she thought about it, for a while, but then... a lot of things happened. Being a Grey Warden became part of her identity, inevitably. It gave her a life she is thankful for, and later gave her the power to offer sanctuary to people who need it. The Right of Conscription, that was invoked upon her against her will, is now her weapon against injustice: a life as a Grey Warden is still preferable to a lot of other things, and most importantly, she cares for her people. They will be safe with her.

Who killed the Archdemon and are they still alive? She did, and she is very much alive 20+ years later.

How does the Warden feel about becoming the Hero of Ferelden? That felt good, mostly because it came from Alistair. And since it came from Alistair, who knows her and has been living with her for the past year, she knows it's not just about slaying a dragon: it's about being a hero to the people, about leading her friends to victory against all odds, about representing something to someone.

How is the Warden's personality like after the events of DAO? Did they change or are they still the same? She changed, but not much. She's... happier, after the Blight, and it shows. It was good, saving the world, helping people, finding a family for herself, falling in love. She's bolder. But she's still the same woman who threatened to kill the cook after she suggested doing the same with her dog, and also the same who was looking forward to teaching her nephew how to use a real sword.

Did their appearance change during the game? If so, how? Did they change their hair? Did they gain any new scars? Oh yes. She lost weight but gained muscle, and earned a few little scars. She had long, luscious hair back in Highever, but after the battle of Ostagar she realized caring for it would be a pain, so after leaving Lothering she asked Leliana to help her cut her hair. That moment meant a lot to them both. She didn't have a single white hair before, but has a fair amount of them after the Blight. She wears a single gold earring now, and never takes it off. Some time between DAO and Witch Hunt, she got a tattoo on her back (and will later get a few more): five sets of wings forming a circle, and the silhouette of the archdemon in the middle. The wings represent two griffons (she and Alistair), a nightingale (Leliana), a raven (Morrigan) and a crow (Zevran). Her sensitivity to the Blight made her pale, her skin dry and thin, lightened her eyes (tapetum lucidum is kind of a bonus), made her body colder, her scleras bloody, but most importantly, she chugged Avernus' potion as if it was Capri Sun and is constantly abusing the abilities that came from it, while also partaking in Avernus' experiments throughout the years that followed: a web of red veins spans across her body, spreading from her eyes and getting darker with time; they're very visible and very prominent, and she doesn't mind them at all.

Is the Warden still in contact with anyone after the game's events? Are they still with their love interest, if they have one? Alistair is still king, Leliana sits on the Sunburst Throne, Morrigan resurfaced and had to patiently receive the longest hug in the history of Thedas, Sten became Arishok and visits from time to time (diplomatic visits, he says, but everyone knows it's to eat cookies and be pestered by his kadan), Shale never stays away for long, Finn and Ariane are Fyre and Zevran's travel buddies (let's be honest here, they're a polycule, they're definitely a polycule), and the Wardens from Vigil's Keep never stray too far. They always come back home. Even the one(s?) who staged his own death and left for the Free Marches and later had to come to seek sanctuary once again, and was welcomed with open arms (...yes, he's in the polycule, they're five -six?- and have all the adventures they deserve). And Zevran? Oh, they're still together, twenty years later, still blissfully happy. Married, three kids (two adopted), and when Fyre sits on the Keep's throne, he still plops himself on her lap.

Is there any decision that the Warden regrets? If so, which is it and why? How would they change it? She'd invoke the Right of Conscription upon Jowan.

Do the events of the Fifth Blight haunt the Warden or have they moved past it completely? She remembers, but never lets them destroy her. She has too much to live for. She went through unthinkable horrors, but she was never alone, never hopeless. It's not the Blight itself that haunts her, it's the atrocities that were perpetrated by the people, it's the injustice, the abuse, the discrimination, the war. That kind of evil cannot be eradicated by skewering one single creature with a sword.

How does the Warden feel about the Calliing? She feels the Blight, the taint in her blood, the voice, the song, the dreams. But she's still in control of herself, her time has not come yet, and she's been trying to find a way -any way- to avoid it. She's terrified, but forces herself to be optimistic, and her loved ones make sure her optimism doesn't crumble. But then... the Blights are over now, right? Right? No more taint? Because I have an entire thing written on that---

I'm sorry for the ungodly amount of typos that are certainly in there, it's 8am and I haven't slept. It was fun, though.

Questions for the Warden/HoF

the version of this for Hawke and the Inquisitor.

These range from things related to the game's events and who the Warden is as a person.

What is the Warden's name? Does it have a meaning behind it? How do they feel about their name?

How would you describe the Warden's personality before and after the prologue? Did it change much or did they remain the same?

Prior to the prologue, who was the Warden's closest friend?

Did the Warden have any romantic relationships before the game?

What are their thoughts on Duncan? How did they feel about his actions during the Joining?

Were they impacted by Cailan's death? Or did they not care about him?

How did they feel about being put in a leading position? Do they resent Alistair for putting that on them or are they ok with it?

How did the Warden deal with Connor? Is he or Isolde dead? What was the Warden's rationale to resolving the issue as they did?

If the Warden was trapped in a nightmare, what would it be like?

Did they help the mages or did they go with Cullen's plan? Why?

How did the Warden react to the truth of the werewolf curse?

Did the Warden end Zathrien's curse?

How does the Warden feel about the Deep Roads?

What did the Warden think when they saw the Archdemon in the Dead Trenches?

Who did the Warden choose as the new King of Orzammar and why?

How did the Warden feel about the Anvil of the Void?

What was the Warden's reaction to seeing Bryce/Shianni/Tamlen/Leske/Jowan/Trian in the Temple of Sacred Ashes?

How did the Warden feel about the Ashes? Are they religious or do they not care? And did they defile it or not?

Who are the people in camp that the Warden is closest with and why?

Is there anyone in camp who they do not like? Why?

Did the Warden romance anyone from their group? If so, what attracted them to their partner?

Which gifts would raise the Warden's approval, if they were a companion?

If Dog is in the party, what did the Warden name him and why?

Did the Warden complete the companions quests?

Did the Warden focus more on their objective or did they do side quests?

If the Warden was Captured, did they wait for their companions or did they leave on their own? If they waited, who rescued them and why?

How does the Warden feel about what is happening in the Alienage? How do they feel about how elves are treated?

During the Landsmeet, who did the Warden choose to rule Ferelden and why? How did they come to that decision?

How did the Warden feel learning about how Archdemons are killed?

Did they agree to Morrigan's ritual? If so why, or why not?

How does the Warden feel about being a Grey Warden and the sacrifices that entails?

If they could leave the Wardens, would they?

Who killed the Archdemon and are they still alive?

How does the Warden feel about becoming the Hero of Ferelden?

How is the Warden's personality like after the events of DAO? Did they change or are they still the same?

Did their appearance change during the game? If so, how? Did they change their hair? Did they gain any new scars?

Is the Warden still in contact with anyone after the game's events? Are they still with their love interest, if they have one?

Is there any decision that the Warden regrets? If so, which is it and why? How would they change it?

Do the events of the Fifth Blight haunt the Warden or have they moved past it completely?

How does the Warden feel about the Calliing?

[checkeredflagggs]

Your Day

pairing: jenson button x reader

summary: jenson spoils his partner on their birthday

a/n: happy birthday @sinofwriting

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jensonbutton: a special breakfast for a special day 💚

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user1: oh to be dating Jenson Button…

↳user2: I wish — that man has aged like fine ass wine

↳user1: nom nom nom

logansargaent: tell ‘em I said happy birthday!

↳jensonbutton: I’ve been told you’re more then welcome to join us whenever and wherever

↳jensonbutton: and I suspect that’s a threat

↳logansargaent: 😂😂

↳logansargeant: on my way

↳user3: this is my Roman Empire…

user4: jenson is out here making breakfast in bed for his partner’s birthday and im struggling just to get a text back 😭😭

↳user5: girl I’ve told you — dump his ass

↳user6: definitely! Go find yourself a jenson!

sebastianvettel: happy birthday y/n!

↳y/n: Thank you seb — and thank you for the book on bees. It was very informative!

↳user7: I’m crying — he got ‘em a book on bees…

fernandoalo_oficial: Feliz cumpleaños

↳y/n: Thanks Nando! And many thanks for the wine — it’s my favorite

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y/n: I think I’ve been kidnapped? But he’s hot so it’s ok!

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user8: yeah ok I get it

user9: I mean I’d also let myself be kidnapped by him?

jensonbutton: stop telling people I’ve kidnapped you!

↳y/n: I’m being taken to a secondary location without my permission!

↳jensonbutton: it’s called a surprise — a birthday surprise even…

↳logansargeant: idk that sounds like a kidnapping to me…

↳jensonbutton: not you too kid…

oscarpiastri: blink twice if you need help

↳y/n: 🙂😑🙂 🙂😑🙂

↳jensonbutton: seriously??

↳user10: ok but that’s talent — getting emojis to blink for you

↳oscarpiastri: I’ve texted mark and he just laughed

↳y/n: I knew he was slightly useless…

↳aussiegrit: thanks y/n liked by y/n, jensonbutton

user11: ok but actually what’s happening here??

↳y/n: not sure! Jenson just grabbed me and put me in his car

↳user12: 😂😂 maybe some questions next time?

↳y/n: I tried but I just got lost in his eyes…

↳user12: same

y/n

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y/n: he about gave me whiplash when he spotted the flower stand and stopped fast but the flowers are pretty (he is too) so all is forgiven!

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user13: he just randomly stopped to get you flowers?? That’s so precious

↳user14: he is setting STANDARDS

↳user15: the man that he is…

user16: supporting both small businesses and his partner…love that

↳user17: y/n is sooooo lucky liked by y/n

lewishamilton: happy birthday y/n!

↳y/n: Thank you Lew! And thank you for the presents! The purses absolutely match the shoes Nico sent me! liked by fernandoalo_oficial, aussiegrit, jensonbutton, sebastianvettel

↳user18: that’s hilarious — did they really send matching gifts?

↳y/n: They did!

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jensonbutton: lunch time 💚

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y/n: I’ve never been so spoiled 💙💙

↳jensonbutton: you deserve this and so much luv

user19: ok but does he know how to cook…

↳user20: my money would be on no

↳y/n: shockingly he does!

↳jensonbutton: shockingly???

↳y/n: Listen…I saw what you tried to pass off as meals a couple of years ago

↳jensonbutton: …I’ve been taking lessons

↳y/n: awwwww

↳user20: ok that’s adorable

logansargeant: that looks good! do I get this kind of service when I’m with you guys?

↳y/n: I’ll share mine if you don’t!

↳jensonbutton: sighs…yes you’ll get this kind of service Logan

↳logansargeant: score!

fernandoalo_oficial: you’re never treated me to something like this…

↳y/n: ummm because he’s my partner??

↳fernandoalo_oficial: you will never had what we had

↳y/n: I’m not afraid to throw hands old man!

↳jensonbutton: alright let’s pack it in.

user21: ok do i mention the romantic tension between Logan and them or Nando and them first???

↳user22: idk about you guys but I’m #teamlogan

↳user23: man have you seen the is history that Nando and Jenson have?? #teamnando all the way

↳user24: …both??

↳user25: both. Both is good

Bluesky

user26: nom nom nom

↳user27: holy shit big same!

user28: have you ever seen such a fine ass specimen???

↳user29: I mean you could look at some of his old coworkers…

↳user30: but he’s such a cut above the rest!

user31: I can’t believe how fast I’m dropping to my knees for a white man…

↳user32: they’d be bruised constantly

user33: I’m barking. I don’t care anymore I’m barking

↳user34: nurse! she’s out again!

user35: bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly

↳user36: Mom help me. I’m scared

user37: ok but jenson and y/n together? at the beach?

↳user38: they’re definitely going out on his boat!

user39: I’m gonna need all the pictures of him in this suit…

↳user40: where are the tumblr girlies at??

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y/n: Nowhere else I’d rather be than by your side

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user50: they're so pretty…

↳user52: they really really are

jensonbutton: home is wherever you are luv

↳y/n: such a romantic…💙

↳jensonbutton: only for you 💚

user53: ok who do i have to harm? Who do I have to pray to? Who do I have to take out? To get this kind of love…

↳user54: same but asking for a friend

↳user55: absolutely not asking for a friend. I want this for myself holy shit

jensonbutton

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jensonbutton: When I met you all those years ago, I didn’t know I was meeting my forever, the light of my life, the missing piece of my soul, the best decision I’d ever made, the greatest prize I’d ever win.

Thank you y/n for choosing me. For loving me. For everything you do for me.

I wanna wish you the happiest birthday luv.

Here’s to a lifetime more 🥂

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[adhdevankinard]

Sorry for the discourse but even if they did make Bddie canon… why would I want to ship them? Like, in canon, what we’ve seen on screen, that’s not set up for a romantic relationship.

In this episode alone we had Eddie tell Buck again how he is making everything about himself. After Bobby died. Eddie didn’t even try to comfort him or talk to him about how he was feeling. Yes, Eddie is grieving too, but come on. And he didn’t even apologize to Buck. What did he do? He brought in other people to fix his mistakes. Again.

I know this is not a show for in-depth storytelling but, in canon, there is no way I would want to ship them.

[itsfennix]

THIS THIS ALL OF THIS!!!

It is so, so clear (at least to me) that Solas was loyal to a MASSIVE fault when it comes to Mythal. The relationship, regardless of if it was platonic or romantic, was the textbook definition of unhealthy. There’s an inherent power imbalance due to Solas’s allegiance as Mythal’s right-hand-man. Sure, one could equate this to a knight and his queen/princess, but still…….

Additionally, I really appreciate that Veilguard made it clear that Mythal was not nearly as benevolent as she seemed. Like what OP said about the slavery discussion! I always thought it was strange that Solas was this big “none of us are gods,” rebel leader, Breaker of Chains™️ …but was reverent of Mythal……. Even when we were in her temple, seeing these ancient elves with Vallaslin, marking them as slaves to Mythal the Goddess.

Solas has his internal war against his nature, his nurture, and his inbetween right in front of our faces. CONSTANTLY. The inq can say “but wasn’t Mythal one of the Evanuris?” when Solas brings up the truth of the vallaslin in Trespasser. Solas defends Mythal, saying that “she was the best of them” and she “cared for her people. Protected them.” Oh? Because it’s just SOOO much better to be enslaved to a polite person with a god complex than a blatantly abusive person with a god complex??? /s

Solas KNOWS that his reasoning is flawed when it comes to Mythal. He KNOWS, not even that deep down, that they both are WRONG. Another great example of this is the different endings so here’s an additional SPOILER WARNING

If you try to convince Solas to bind himself to the Veil, he’ll talk about not wanting to disrespect the people he’s already wronged by simply giving up. This is yet another hint that Solas is doing this out of his warped perception of justice and duty. The inquisitor asks him to stop, and he considers it. But he ultimately says the vow he made earlier to Mythal outweighs what happened in Inquisition. Again, Solas WANTS to stop. He KNOWS he’s wrong. He KNOWS the opportunity for amends is there.

But he’s so used to tossing aside his morals and nature for the whims and expectations of others. So it takes Mythal officially releasing him from her service for him to stop, just as it took Mythal officially requesting his presence in the mortal world for him to abandon his spirit form. Solas is willing to do anything, say anything, give anything, take ANYTHING to get the outcome he believes is required of him by someone else.

I was discussing the other three endings with a friend earlier today, because it really drives that point home. If you decide to trick Solas instead (and succeed), he’s actually kind of… resigned to his fate. In fact, he remarks that he’s impressed by your wit. He, who prides himself on the reputation he built of being the most clever of them all, has been outsmarted. And honestly, he should’ve guessed that exact trap. He REALLY should’ve! It was borderline obvious, especially to a veteran general such as himself. He does then snap and say you can’t understand what he’s been through, that he is “…a fool. Who has finally met his match.”

However… if you successfully fight him… He’s not nearly as pitiful. Instead, he’s absolutely fucking FURIOUS when you bind him. He goes feral on you, and then belittles you as a mere mortal whereas he is “…a GOD.”

Yep, that’s it. He said it. Solas, who hated the idea of godhood and resented the false gods of the Evanuris, proclaimed himself a god.

I told my friend about how much that difference broke my heart, because it truly shows that Solas will change EVERYTHING about himself to do whatever he thinks is best/required of him. He isn’t innocent, no, not even close. At his core though, he is still there. He is still wanting to have better, do better, be better.

Ultimately Varric was right. Solas comes up with excuses and justifications because his pride rests on his usefulness, in a way. He truly did need someone to sell him a better option. Unfortunately for Varric, Solas was tied to his past vow too much to focus on the present. But once he was released from that vow? He doesn’t hesitate to choose that better option. He catches his breath and then immediately binds himself to the Veil, making a new vow.

Time and time again, Solas proves that he is never whole. He is never settled, never stable, never revealing his true nature. Because he has been denied that nature. Ironically, he said of Cole “a spirit cannot change its nature simply by wishing.” Perhaps this was something he told himself as well, justifying the horrible things he’s done because he couldn’t possibly go against his wise and benevolent nature if he did.

Solas is a beautifully written character that has forever changed how I view my own storytelling, characterization, and even how I approach critical thinking in moral issues. He couldn’t be nearly as effective without the lore surrounding him, which makes him that much more real to me. While Veilguard felt far too removed from the rest of the franchise to me (in many ways), I did really enjoy it both as part of a series and as its own game.

The whole 'refuge for Mythal' thing is really interesting bc it shows that Solas really saw Mythal as being on his side when it couldn't be more obvious that she enjoyed the power of being queen of the Evanuris. He calls it a 'struggle' in the regret memory, but I don't think she was struggling as much as he thinks. Even Felassan realises how delusional he is about her. It's one of many things Solas is in denial about.

That said, it does seem like he was much more aware of Elgar'nan's evil than she was; I truly believe that Mythal found a kindred spirit in Elgar'nan and thought that she was the right one for him. She tempered him and mitigated the harm he did as much as she could (which doesnt seem to be that much, in all honesty). Whether or not they had romantic feelings for each other is up for debate, but I think it's very possible. There was likely an element of tension at being evenly matched in the way they were that gave their relationship a pathological edge. It was only when Solas told her about the Evanuris using the power of the Blight that she finally decided to take him seriously and challenge her husband and the rest of the Evanuris head-on.

It's also really revealing that the Blight was her final straw. Mythal obviously had no issue with slavery as long as her slaves were treated well. It's very reminiscent of real world attitudes some had towards their slaves ie that as long as you don't abuse them it's okay. They don't understand the fundamentally unethical nature of owning another person. It's why I don't buy the benevolence retcon because slavery is inherently cruel--something that both Solas and an elven Inquisitor can argue with Dorian about.

Yeah, Solas really is an unreliable narrator with Mythal and I really wish we'd had more perspectives other than his. I long to see Mythal in all her cunty glory but alas it will never be

[jarenka]

Canonically Obi-Wan is as unhinged as Anakin, but has this air of respectability, so people think that he is cool and rational.

So, I think it's kinda the same in discord meet cute AU. Anakin spends time in a garage with his old boat and then recklessly driving it in the sea?.. Ew, cringe dad things. Obi-Wan spends time in a garage with his sailboat that is older than him and then goes to the sea in a weather not very suitable for sailing?.. Very romantic, he is like Hemingway's characters or something.

And Anakin is like: "How do you do it?!".

"Well, it's sail boat," answers Obi-Wan. "Majority of people don't even know it has a motor too".

[robinminustherichard]

When I met my Fiancée, I often remarked to people that he was just really...nice to me. I met him at a time when my friends and family had a perception of me that was based on who I had been; not who I was trying to be. He saw me as I was, and he was so nice to me. A lifetime of being the person with thick skin, a lifetime of people being mean because I could take a joke, because I acknowledged that the things they made fun of were true.

We've been together six years now, and he just listened to me rant about how I couldn't understand why people could watch 8×17 and think Eddie could be, currently, a good romantic partner for Buck. It reminded me of how much I needed someone back then who was nice to me, and genuinely loved me as I was instead of treating me how I had always been.

I don't know about you all, but I just really think that Buck really needs someone nice, who sees him as he is now. He had that. Could have it again.

And it's not Eddie Diaz.

[everythingisamazing]

I actually think Jayvik not kissing in the finale was the right choice. Even though, I really wanted them to. Here's why: 1. It would have felt rushed. While both seasons could have done with roughly 2 more episodes, I feel like they managed to tell Jayviks story in the time they had up to the point where we last see them well. We basically saw enough to understand Jayces emotional progression, realizing how important Viktor truly was to him and why he chose to die by his side. But adding a completely new element into their relationship a literal minute before what they presume are their final moments, would have imo been more for the satisfaction of the viewers than something super fitting for the characters to do. (It's really about the timing - as I have explained here, I am a firm believer that post finale jayvik would 100% kiss). I mean, imagine it from their pov. Jayce just finally managed to convince Viktor to even let him stay by his side, because Viktor feels like he doesn't deserve it. I don't think he is going to do something he isn't absolutely sure Viktor would be willing to accept, in the little time they have left. And as for Viktor - I am quite certain he does understand how Jayce feels about him in the end, from peering into his memories and judging by the look he gives him, right before they embrace the final time. I think the novel sensation of kissing, was not as important to either of them in that moment, as was simply holding on to each other. It's a bit like the final scene in "Seeking a friend for the end of the world", where the main characters are lying in bed, knowing they are about to die. They don't kiss in that moment. Doesn't mean they weren't inlove. (Actually, now that I think about it, it's a lot like that scene and I've just made myself sad remembering it) 2. I would argue that because in the world of Arcane the forehead touch has a broader meaning than a kiss on the lips, it is better suited to show the all-encompassing-and-beyond-anything-we-know nature of Jayviks relationship. It doesn't mean that it isn't romantic also. In the same, final episode, we can see a couple from Zaun, who are clearly in a romantic relationship since they have a child together, do it before saying goodbye. So the show explicitly shows that the forehead touch is something that is done with the people who matter most, whereas a kiss can be a more casual thing in comparison. Of course, there is always the argument that the creators didn't make them kiss because they were queerbaiting all along. I was kind of on the fence about this, but ever since starting to analyze scenes and write meta, I've become pretty convinced that what they wanted to create, was in fact what ended up being in the show: an almost unfathomably deep, soul bonding, fate defying relationship, that spans across different universes. So yeah, kiss or no kiss, Jayvik canon.

[tweedlydumbtweedlydoo]

Did he do this to you? | JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: You and your husband move back to Kildare. JJ is your safe haven.

A/N: based/inspiration from the book/movie It Ends With Us. DV warning. !!

A bit rusty, I haven't wrote anything in a while and started this a while back. Hope you enjoy it!

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It had been 5 years since you'd stepped foot on Kildare Island. A broken heart had took you thousands of miles away. You twisted the ring around your finger, watching out the window as the familiarity set in. When your husband had mentioned a new job opportunity, you never would have expected it to be Kildare, yet here you are. You knew there was no arguing.

"Well this is a shit hole." Your husband grunts in disgust as he takes the drive through the cut.

You recognized familiar homes, people you grew up with. You did a double take at the mailbox with the letters "Maybank" across it.

Your husband pulls you from your thoughts, "Lock your doors." he says as he coasts to a stop at the red-light. A few people hanging around a worn down building. It used to be the hangout place for the Kildare kids. You'd spent many hours there, good and bad decisions were made.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, knowing none of the people would mess with you guys. "They won't bother us."

"How do you know? I'm driving a brand new Mercedes and they look like druggies."

You sigh softly, deciding it wasn't worth the energy to argue. "If you take the next street up, there's a short cut to the country club."

You would be living on the water at the country club. A whopping $1.2 million dollar house, a $25,000 initiation fee and extra $5,000 a month just to be a part of the club. You'd married into the type of people you despised growing up.

~

"Where do you see yourself in 5 years?" He asks, fingers tracing the back of your hand on his chest.

You two are sprawled on a blanket in the sand, watching the sun set on the horizon. You smiled softly, tilting your neck up to look at him, "I see us, here." You bite your lip, sitting up on your elbow, "You own your own surf shop on the water. I'm a teacher at the elementary school. We're married.. still hopelessly in love." Your eyes twinkle at the dream.

JJ kisses your hand, "You've got it all thought out, don't you?"

"Every detail."

He chuckles softly, "Sounds like the perfect life."

"Any life with you is the perfect life." You lean forward and catch his lips in a kiss, "I love you JJ Maybank."

"I love you too." He whispers softly against your lips, "With everything I have."

~

If only you'd never left. Would your life have looked like what you'd dreamed of?

You and your husband had met in college. You'd fallen quick. He was romantic, thoughtful and overall perfect. That should have been the first sign. It was too good to be true.

He never showed his true colors until after you two had married. After he had you roped in and you had no way of leaving. He'd controlled every aspect of the life you two lived, meticulously planning, locking you down with a lock and key. He'd convinced you to quit school, where you were close to graduating and becoming a teacher.

He'd broken you. He'd broken your spirit, your confidence. Convinced you no one would ever love you like he did. That you wouldn't make it without him. And you blindly believed and followed him. You were his puppet.

You two settled into the home. Your movers and designers did everything. You didn't have to lift a finger.

"I need to go to the store and get groceries." You mention at the breakfast table. Your husband is typing away on his computer.

"Didn't Martha go to the store a couple days ago for us?" Martha was your house maid.

"She did, but I wanted to gather what we needed for the party Friday." You push yourself to his side, taking a seat in his lap, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, "I want to make sure your party is perfect."

You were the housewife and it would be the first gathering at your new home, hosting your husband's new colleagues and wives. It needed to be perfect, he'd reiterated multiple times.

He takes his card out of the wallet and hands it to you. He controlled the money. He loosely wraps his arms around your mid section.

As you stare at him, fingers running through his hair, you feel a light tug of love in your heart. He was a handsome man, with dreamy eyes. You love this man and could make it work with him, you say to yourself. Everything is going to be okay.

"It better be perfect." He tightens his grip on your hips, a warning to you.

And just like glass your dream shatters, reality setting in.

You nod, "it will be." you force a smile, leaning to kiss him. "I'll be back later."

"I'll be on the course, but I expect dinner at 6." He releases you, giving you a soft shove as you step away from him.

"You better change clothes and do something with that hair. Put some make up on too." He calls out to you, "People know you're my wife, you need to look perfect."

~

You stepped out of the Mercedes and headed into the grocery store, unfolding your list as you grabbed a cart. You were grabbing vegetables for the appetizers.

"y/n?"

You turned around to see Sarah Cameron. She had been one of your best friends.

"Oh my god." You look her over, she hadn't changed at all, still looking the same. A wedding band on her finger.

She smiles, "It's so good to see you!" She leans in and hugs you, "You look the same as you did 5 years ago!"

"So do you!" You give her a squeeze, "How have you been?"

She holds her hand up, "Well John B and I finally got married," Her face is glowing as she tells you. She looks as in love as she was 5 years ago.

"Oh Sarah, that's amazing." you smile, "I'm so happy for you!"

"What about you? How as life in the city?"

"It was an amazing. I moved back here.. with my husband."

You think you see something sad flash across her eyes, but she moves on, "How wonderful.."

"Yeah, we moved into the country club, Bleaker street?"

"Wow," Sarah nods, "the country club. You definitely moved up in life."

You laugh and nod, "definitely a different life than the cut."

"I'm happy for you, y/n." She says genuinely, "look," She glances at her basket, filled with lunch meat and snacks, "I have to go, I'm meeting John B and JJ-"

"JJ?" you ask, your heart fluttering at the even mention of him.

"Yeah," She nervously bites her lip, "We're heading out on the boat this afternoon. but I would love to catch up another time. Here's my number." She pulls a piece of paper from her purse, scribbling her number on it.

You recover and nod, "I would love that."

She leans in again for another hug, "It was so great to see you."

~

Sarah went back and forth with herself, debating on whether to tell JJ who she saw. John B notices right away something is bothering her.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

"You'll never guess who is back in town."

He raises an eyebrow, "Who?"

"Y/n."

"What? Seriously?" He leans against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest, "How do you know? Did you see her?"

Sarah nods, placing the sandwiches in the cooler, "I ran into her at the market. She's married," She whispers the last part, glancing to make sure JJ was still outside.

"Oh shit," His eyes widen, surprised.

"And living in a house in the country club. Bleaker street."

John B knew of the houses, "Shit, really?" His eyes widen even more, "Damn. Her husband must make good money."

She nods, "Ive been debating on telling JJ, I don't want him to see her and be caught off guard ya know?"

He shrugs, "he's a big boy. He was heart broken at first, but he knows it did them both good, making her leave."

Sarah sighs and nods, "I-"

"What are we waiting on? We're wasting daylight." JJ interrupts at the screen door, tapping on the door frame.

~

Dinner was laid out on the large granite table by the pool, a couple candles to keep the bugs at bay. The table had cost a fortune and been flown in specially for you, but your husband didn't say anything. He wanted the best of the best for this house, wasting no penny. A bright and beautiful flower arrangement in the center. The table could seat 6 but was only set for two tonight. You reach across the table, gently adjusting the flowers and placemat. It needed to be perfect. You couldn't risk anything setting him off, especially after a day on the course.

You heard a car door slam, three different sounds of laughter. His colleagues must have come with him. Glancing nervously at the table, set for two. It was too late, they were already entering the gate nearby.

"hey doll," Your husband greets with a grin, he has a sway in his walk. Too much to drink on the course. Two men dressed similar in golf attire fall in behind him.

"Hi baby," You meet him with a glass, whisky neat. His dinner drink of choice, "How was golf?"

He presses a kiss to your cheek, sloppy and he smells of booze, maybe even a little perfume. "These fuckers kicked my ass."

"He's a horrible shot." The one guy laughs, you believe his name is Charlie.

"Hey but it won us a lot of money," The other one adds with a chuckle and pat on Charlie's shoulder. You couldn't remember his name. Hunter? Paul? Aaron?

"Lucky day for you." Your husband points his finger between the men, "Don't get use to it."

As you all near the table, your husband sees it set for two. "Thought I told you to set the table for two more?"

"Yes-I um was just about to get the other place settings," You force a smile through shaky lips, "I wanted to greet you with your drink and a kiss first." You add, hoping to save yourself.

He glances you over, an approving nod at your attire and cracks a smile, "I've got her trained well," He teases to the boys, one arm reaching around your waist and bringing you against him.

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. You feared this would be what set him off, but it had worked. You saved yourself this time. "You boys sit down, I'll go get plates and drinks." You slip away from your husband, "Whiskey okay?"

The men nod, taking a seat at the table.

~

The sun was beginning to set, a bright orange and pink tint in the sky. The weather was warm, but that perfect warmth that didn't leave you sweating and wishing you were inside with AC.

John B had took a seat next to Sarah, JJ taking the driver's seat for the ride back. The boat treaded softly in the water, a no wake zone in this channel. Nothing but marsh and water on one side and lining the other, the multi million dollar homes of the country club.

Time seemed to slow down when a familiar laugh filled JJ's ears. He'd know it anywhere. Even after 5 years, your laugh was burned in his memories.

Standing near a table, he spotted you instantly. You somehow looked the same, but so different. You were dressed in something he'd never expect you to wear, handing out drinks. His heart leaped out of his chest at the sight of you. 5 years had passed and he never expected you'd have come back to Kildare.

He watched as the man you were standing next to pulled you into his lap. How was it even after 5 years, he could tell when you were uncomfortable? He'd pulled you into his lap dozens of times and never did you look like you did at that moment.

As the boat passed, it caught your attention. Your heart skipped as you realized who it was. For a moment a thought crossed your mind. A vision of you running down the dock toward him, into his arms, where he could take you away from here.

Your husband squeezing your thigh brought you back to reality. "Look at that piece of shit. Should that even be allowed on the water?"

The boat hadn't changed and the HMS Pogue letters faded. Oh the memories.

"Fucking Pogues man." Charlie states.

~

You unfortunately had not escaped your husband's anger from the evening. You touch the tender area around your eye and cheek, red and beginning to bruise.

He'd already come up with a story for your injuries. You'd had too much to drink and fell down the stairs. He'd place the storyline with Charlie and Aaron (you finally figured out his name) that night as you'd sipped on your second glass of wine, not at all tipsy.

"Easy on the wine baby, you know how you can get," He says, rubbing your back, "She sometimes drinks too much and gets pretty clumsy," He tells them and they laugh at the story.

You only hoped it would be gone enough to cover up before the dinner on Friday. He'd find someway to place blame on you.

~

It was Thursday night and your husband had been invited to a dinner at the country club with a few more of his colleagues. You tried to talk him out of making you go, but he was insistent, even with your bruising.

"Doll, there's nothing to be ashamed of." He says cradling your cheek with one hand, "Everyone has a little too much to drink sometimes. You just get so clumsy." He sighs, "I'm just glad it wasn't any worse."

He was such a good liar, you almost believed you actually did trip and fall down the stairs.

"Me too," You force, playing along to his lies. Your energy to argue or fight this, was gone. You realized even though you'd moved to a new city, it would still be the same life you lived before. Full of lies, narcissism, abuse. You'd never be able to escape it. People would eventually catch on to him, question him and you'd be packing and moving once more.

~

You entered the country club, arm looped through your husbands. You'd done your best with the makeup to cover up the bruises. Thankfully the lighting had gone to its evening dim and helped in hiding them. You approached the table where his colleagues and wives were sitting. Charlie and Aaron included.

"Go get us a drink," Your husband orders after introducing you to everyone. You could feel their eyes on you and your bruises, but no one said a word, keeping to themselves.

You make your way through the crowd, taking a seat at the bar. You're glancing over the menu when the bartender steps in front of you, "What can I get started for you?"

Oh that voice. Your eyes meet his blue ones. A look of shock comes across his face, his smile faltering as he eyes your bruises. He wasn't a stranger to bruises.

"Hi JJ," You manage to say with a smile, "Crazy seeing you here."

His eyebrows furrow, but before he can say anything, your husband shows up at your side.

His large hand placed on your back, "What's taking so long?"

Your eyes flicker to your husband, "I was just-"

"My fault sir, I was telling her the drink specials for tonight." JJ interrupts, forcing a smile. "I sometimes talk too much."

Your husband nods, "Well, less talking. Whisky neat. She'll have a water."

"Coming right up, sir," JJ forces a nod, trying to keep his anger and emotions at bay. He glances your way before making the drinks.

Your husband doesn't miss the glances JJ is giving you. You feel his eyes on you. You make no mistake to even glance in JJ's direction. You try to keep your focus on your husband, "I have the menu set up for tomorrow's party."

"That's lovely dear."

"Here's those drinks," JJ slides the drinks across the bar, "Sorry about your wait."

Your husband nods before taking his drink and turning away to head back to the table.

You're careful in your long dress to slide off the stool, "Thank you,"

"y/n-" JJ starts, but stops himself at the look and subtle shake of your head you give him before heading back to the table.

JJ can't think straight the rest of the night, recognizing the bruises. He keeps a careful eye on the both of you during the night, wishing you would slip away for just a moment, a moment he could have alone with you.

You're no stranger to JJ's eyes on you the entire night. You're careful not to engage, scared your husband may notice. Your husband was a jealous and possessive man that you treaded lightly to avoid that part of him.

"I'm going to the bathroom," You whisper to your husband, a kiss on his cheek.

He glances at the bar, "get me another drink on your way back." He grips your wrist as you stand and turn away, "No flirting with the bartender this time." His eyes and grip are enough warning.

~

As you make your way back to the restaurant, you're pulled into another room by surprise.

"What the-JJ!"

"I needed to talk to you. Away from him," His eyes are soft as he takes in the injuries. He reaches his hand up toward your jawline and doesn't miss the subtle flinch. He's still hesitant but does it anyways, cupping your cheek, he whispers, "Did he do this to you?"

"I fell, down the stairs," You reply, tears welling up. "I had too much to drink,"

"Yeah," He scoffs in disbelief, "I know a right hook when I see one y/n. Been on the other side of plenty."

"He didn't-I swear I fell," You're trying to convince yourself and him, but failing.

"That's such bullshit."

5 years is nothing when the woman he still loves has been hurt at the hands of another man. JJ's blood begins to boil, anger settling in, "I'm gonna kill him-"

"JJ no-" You grab his arm to stop him, "JJ, please don't make this harder on me."

"He hurt you, you think I can stand by and let that happen? I don't care if it's been 5 years since we've seen each other. No one lays a hand on a woman. He's a sorry excuse of a man."

"It's nothing I can't handle. Please, let it go." You beg.

"I'm not going to just let it go, y/n."

"If you want to help me, I'm telling you to leave it alone." You step forward, putting yourself between him and the door, a firm hand on his chest, stopping him, "I have to get back before he gets suspicious."

You turn around to exit the room and don't know when it happened, but JJ's hand is gripping yours. "Don't do this to me," JJ pleads, "I can't let you go back to him." His mind flashes to the worst. If he lets you go and does nothing, it ends in you hurt or worse dead.

"I'll be fine," You gently squeeze his hand, "JJ, I can handle it. I've made it this long."

Your fingers gently touch his as you release him, exiting the room with one more glance back and a reassuring smile. JJ's shoulders sag in defeat, watching you walk away from him. He doesn't think of himself as a religious man, but he prayed to God at that moment to keep you safe.

As you step back into the dining room, you try and calm yourself. Not only did seeing JJ stir up the old feelings, but it gave you hope. You'd known no one in the past cities, no one to confide in. You were utterly alone in your suffering. Maybe this could be your saving grace. Here you weren't alone. You knew people. Maybe JJ would be your saving grace.

Your husband's eyes trail behind you, watching as JJ walks in behind you toward the bar, his suspicion rising.

"Where's our drinks?"

You were flustered, forgetting completely to stop by the bar and get him another drink, "I-I, did you still want whisky? or something different?"

"When have I ever drank anything else?" He sits up a little straighter, eyeing JJ behind the bar, who's already been taking looks at the two of you.

"Right," You nod, "Sorry I'll be right back. I'm just exhausted, my minds all over the place." Flashing a small smile, you press a hand to your head.

You feel your husband's eyes burning a hole in your back, you slip into the stool, JJ already sliding the drinks to you.

"If you need anything else, let me know." He taps the napkin under your water.

At first you don't understand, but he's firm, "If you need anything, let me know." Tapping the napkin again.

You tilt the corner up and see his writing on the back, realizing what he's done. You weren't alone.

~

"What the hell was up with you and the bartender tonight?" Your husband asks as soon as the car door closes.

"What?" you ask in confusion, buckling yourself in, "Nothing."

"Don't!" His booming voice causes you to jump. "Don't fucking lie to me." He points an accusing finger at you, "I saw the way you looked at him. You want to fuck him."

"I don't-" Your shoulders sag with exhaustion. You were tired of treading on eggshells every moment you're around him. No matter how hard you tried to avoid setting him off, there was always going to be something you missed.

"Baby, I only have eyes for you," You reach over to touch his cheek and he grabs your wrist, earning a yelp from you.

"No cause I saw you two come back from the bathroom together." His anger boils and before you can react, his hand is around your throat, "You fucked him."

You're gasping for air, clawing at his hand. You can only squeak out a sound. For a moment you wonder if he's truly going to kill you. Here in the car, in the parking lot of the country club.

He gives one hard squeeze before letting go, "fucking whore. You just wait until we get home."

You gasp for air, beginning to sob, hand against your throat. For the first time you actually feared for your life and wondered if you'd make it through the night.

~

As soon as your husband arrives home, he exits the car with a slam of the door, stumbling his way up the stone walkway and into the house. Slipping the napkin from your purse you stare at the number.

You're only able to type out JJ before he's yelling at you to get inside. Hiding the napkin in your purse you get out of the car.

The rest of the night is a blur. You're lying on the floor of the foyer, curled in a ball. A sobbing mess. There's broken glass around you, a puddle of blood nearby, you're pretty sure it's from the gash on your head.

Your vision is blurry but you make out a figure coming through the front door.

"Oh god,"

Suddenly the figure is bending down in front of you, becoming clearer, "JJ," you croak out between sobs. Your saving grace. How did he even know?

"I'm here," He's smoothing your hair out of your face, "Where is he?"

"I don't know," You let out between sobs, "He's probably passed out somewhere now."

"I've got you," JJ carefully lifts you out of the glass, a shooting pain across your middle causes you to cry out. As he carries you out, John B and Sarah are on the front porch, horrified at the sight.

He gently lays you into the back seat of the car.

"H-how did you know?"

He's pressing a shirt against your head to control the bleeding, "All you texted was JJ and I just had a gut feeling."

"Hey!" Your husband stumbling out of the house. "Where do you think you're going!" He's waving something around. Before anyone can react, a gunshot rings out.

JJ's eyes are wide. Blood begins to seep through his shirt, creating a circle at his chest. "JJ-"

~

You awake with a scream, heart racing. It was only a nightmare.

"Hey hey---" JJ's at your side, "Shhh it's okay-"

"JJ-" Your hand finds his chest, no bullet hole. it was only a night mare. "He shot-"

"I'm fine, I'm okay." He's comforting you, hand caressing your hair, "It was a nightmare-not real."

Your head throbs, hitting you at once, wincing you press a hand to your head, a bandage wrapped around it.

"You have a pretty bad gash. No stitches needed, but you're probably going to have a horrible headache for a little while." JJ says.

"Last night- I don't even remember what happened." You slowly sit up, "I just remember coming home and walking through the door."

"You texted me. All you said was JJ and I just had this horrible gut feeling. I came home and told John B and Sarah about it. They wouldn't let me come alone. and it's a good thing." The anger is fresh as he thinks back to the scene that he walked in on.

"I would have killed him if they weren't there. You were on the floor in all this glass. Blood was everywhere. I thought you were dead." He shakes his head at the memory. His heart had stopped, thinking he was too late. He made sure you were okay and safe in the car before he tore through the house and found your husband on the back porch, smoking a cigar. JJ attacked him. He'd blacked out in anger to the point John B had to yank him off.

"I've already spoke to Shoupe. Your husband's probably sitting in a jail cell right this moment."

"No one ever believes me.." Tears fill your eyes as you think back to the times it's been swept under the rug. "it was always my fault."

"Not around here." JJ shakes his head, "You've got people here." He takes your hand in his, "You've got me."

The flood gates open with full emotion. Your body shaking in sobs. JJ takes you into his arms, holding you against him. "I never should have let you go." He tightens his arms around you, "I'm not letting you go this time." Pressing a kiss against your hair, he promises himself. "You're safe with me."

~

A bit rusty, be kind. Also, I apologize for any grammar errors. Thanks for reading! likes, comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated.

[notsodelirious]

just a short drabble before bed — literally nothing but fluff

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He never expected to know peace, not until he met you.

He knew who he was, a man, an acrobat, a hopeless romantic, a performer. Other people knew who he was, a man, a hero, a brother, a safety line. He was all and none, too much to be contained to a single lake, more like a rushing rapid.

He was still the same person, he would always be the same person, but constantly changing, he would never truly be still.

And he knew that. He knew who he was—he was a man who knew what he wanted.

Desperate for love, he was good—he was good at giving, at attending, he was present and attentive and kind and considerate and he knew how to be a partner. And he whole-heartedly loved every person he had ever been with.

They had been his stone, his anchor—they had been strong, self-sufficient, immovable objects—he loved their tenacity, their strength, their power.

It was simply unavoidable they would eventually collided.

It was nobody’s fault. They were all beautiful people, but there was nothing he could do about his currents.

He’d accepted it, made peace with it.

Even when he met you, fell for your smiles and giggled snorts, he knew, he didn’t hope.

He resigned himself to selfishly enjoy the time you’d have together and hopefully remain amicable when it all came crashing down in a couple of months.

But it never did.

You’d come to know exactly who he was, a man, a lover, a traumatised boy, somebody who was simply trying.

And you stayed.

Now, he laid in your bed, content, in love. His hand splayed across your back as you laid against him, skin against skin; you were naked, you were gorgeous, and he had enjoyed ravishing you just moments prior, but resting in this moment between time, he was home.

He opened his mouth when you tapped his lip, humming happily as the grape crunched under his teeth, bleeding sweetly across his tongue as he watched you pick another fruit from the bowl and take a slow bite of it.

“Oh, this is apple,” he looked at your face more properly as you spoke with your mouth full. You looked back up at him, chewed apple slice in your cheek. “I’m allergic.”

He never bolted upright so fast, bringing you with him.

“Spit,” he held his hand out and you complied, falling into soft peels of laughter. “Are you okay? Do you need an Epi?” he asked, rubbing your back with his clean hand, more preoccupied by your health than the chewed fruit in his palm.

You assured him you were fine, you would just get a little itchy and he sighed before finding a tissue to wipe his hand on.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” he chuckled, although a little breathless.

“Sorry,” you weren’t. You were smiling far too wide and he couldn’t be blamed for staring, enamoured by the simple sight of you.

You stayed.

You stayed, became his peace and his heart, the dirt and sand and rocks to his white rapids, unchanging but accommodating.

And the source of a couple of grey hairs around allergens.

He kissed you softly, like a sculpture held their art, too afraid to blemish what they was an imperishable, perfect marble.

“I love you.” A confession, a promise, a request.

You smiled as you brushed your nose along his.

“I love you too.”

(“Are we done kissing? I’m going to eat all the apples now.”

“I want one-“

“I will smother you.”)

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not my usual style but I like it, anyways, requests closed at this date but here’s the master list

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Long Snake Moan 11

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Loki

Summary: your boss gives you a task you’re not prepared for.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You look out the arched windows of the stone house. The dulcet air of this strange planet wafts through, rippling over the pink waters of the pool before the columns of the immense structure. Mosaic tile trims the edge and lanterns glow with eerie blue flame. The sky maintains it tapestry of lavender, blush, and azure. 

“Well, darling, I would suggest a soak. It will ease you.” Loki suggests as he appears beside you. 

He wears a robe of green with golden edging. It hangs open around his chest, a pair of silky green pants to match. Where you are tense and unsettled, he is entirely at ease. You look back to the calm waters, the smell of rose petals tickles your nose. 

“Maybe,” you hum. 

He snakes his arm around you. “Immaculate.” 

“Very pretty,” you agree. “Doesn’t anyone live here? 

“Not in eons, but the fruits of civilization remain. The architecture and all... a bit overgrown in some places.” His fingers rub your arm. “But I did not speak of the scenery.” 

You narrow your eyes and tilt your head to look up at him. “Stop.” 

“Stop?” He arches his brows curiously. 

“Toying with me. You’ve told me how many times you’re a trickster.” 

“You think I lie? Perhaps how we came together was not the most... romantic, but I am very earnest in my intentions. I’ve made a commitment. Despite the tales that surround me, I am not entirely repugnant.” 

“You don’t even like earth.” You say. 

“Very true, but my brother is there and my people.” He’s quiet for a moment as he looks out through the window. “And you.” 

“You barely know me.” 

“I can surmise a few things of your character. You faced me and told me what you knew would upset me but you did not back down. You’ve integrity. You work hard for that slime of a midgardian, which means you are reliable and fastidious. And... hm, well, feminine wiles and all.” 

You nod, measuring his words. That he hasn’t insulted you once does not help your paranoia. 

“And I am mortal so you will outlive me and be free eventually. I am a means to an end.” 

“I won’t deny there is purpose in this union but it is not without benefits. For both of us, you shall see.” He argues. 

“Loki,” you sigh and press your palms to your cheeks. “I can’t stay here. I have a job.” 

“You should resign. Stark does not appreciate you.” 

“I can’t just quit. I have to pay rent.” You cross your arms. “For both of us now.” 

“That isn’t very true. I have my own living space and I can afford it easily. You are my wife so it is better that you do not trouble yourself with the labour of another man.” 

“It keeps me busy.” You shrug. 

“I will keep you busy as any husband should.” his hand slips down and he gropes your ass. 

You spin away from his embrace and face him, “do you not think about anything else?” 

“You make it difficult,” he snickers. “Wife, we are yet in our blissful early days and I really cannot stop thinking of having you out in the pool.” 

“Oh, wow,” you twitch. Your body thrums at his inference even as your anger flashes. “Alright, well, did you ever consider in all your research that marriage is more than... that?” 

“Certainly, it is more but we do come together wonderfully, don’t we?”

You heave again and shake your head. He grabs your hips and pulls you to him. You put your hands on his chest.

"Only because you don't let me think."

"What's there to think of? No going back, is there?"

"You said your first marriage was annulled."

"That was my third."

"Third? This is?" You eke out.

"Hmmm," he narrows his eyes thoughtfully. "Certainly the most successful. I promise."

"Oh god," you mutter and push on him. "Just... let me go."

"You should try the waters," he clings to you. "They are soothing."

"Uh huh," you wriggle free at last. "Maybe not a bad idea. Alone."

"Mmm," he hums in disappointment. "You are so stubborn it consumes me."

"Stubborn? I'm..." you look out the window. "Lost."

He laughs, "oh, yes. Well, we will settle into each other, as couples do."

You cringe and step away from him. You emerge into the gentle breeze and near the edge of the pool. You steel yourself but he does not appear. You glance back as he remains in the window.

You get down to your knees and dip your hand into the water. You flinch in surprise. You expect them to be cool but they are warm. The perfect temperature. This place is unbelievable. As in no one will believe this story. Just like Mr. Stark didn't believe that you didn't sign that contract.

Ugh, it's all a mess. Well, you'll wait until you're back on your home planet to sort that out.

You raise yourself on your knees and strip off the green robe. You lower yourself onto your bottom and drape your legs into the water. You inch yourself over the edge and slip into the depths cautiously. It's thicker than water. As soothing as Loki said. You wade through and sit on the marble bench beneath the surface. You lean against the stone and lean your head back.

You hate how often he's been right. Shouldn't he be lying to you? Well, he has lied about the most important things, hasn't he? This is all so strange.

The water stirs and you open your eyes. Loki sits across from you, stretching his long arms over the lip of the pool. His chest rises and falls. he watches you.

"It is nice, yes?" He asks. You nod and purse your lips.

"I will control myself as best I can." He says. "So, let us be as husband and wife, and know each other." He stares at you. "Tell me what do you enjoy most? Besides me?"

You glower and it only feeds into his smirk. You take a breath. You don't think you're getting out of this so you guess you'll go along.

"I enjoy reading. Alone." You say. "I like puzzles. Also alone."

He scoffs, "oh, darling. You can retire that word; alone. I'm afraid you're very stuck with me."

You suppress another sigh. Oh, you know it. It doesn't make it any easier to accept.

[purinbunnii]

SFW Headcanons

1. Unapologetic Flirt

Rafayel doesn’t just flirt — he performs. Every wink, every low-voiced compliment is calculated to make you blush. But it’s never hollow — his eyes always linger like he’s memorizing you.

“Is it my fault you look so good when you’re annoyed with me?”

Example: You’re irritated after a late meeting, pacing and venting. He lounges nearby, watching you like you’re the best show on Earth. “Keep going,” he says, grinning. “You’re even hotter when you’re furious.”

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2. Deep Emotional Awareness

For all his teasing, Rafayel sees people. Especially you. He catches on to every shift in your voice, every flicker of doubt — and his charm quiets into something much more honest.

“You don’t have to be strong for me. I like you just the way you are — tired, messy, all of it.”

Example: After a particularly rough mission, you try to shake it off. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, no jokes this time. “You gave too much of yourself again, didn’t you?”

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3. Possessive in Private

He’s all smooth smiles in public — but behind closed doors, he’s very clear: you’re his. He doesn’t need to shout it. A hand on your back, a heated look — it’s all there.

“I don’t mind sharing your time… but not your attention.”

Example: Someone flirts with you during a briefing. Later, Rafayel pulls you aside with a lazy smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Didn’t know we were entertaining guests.”

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4. Affection Through Touch

He’s constantly touching you — a guiding hand at your waist, fingers ghosting along your wrist, lips pressed just behind your ear for no reason at all.

“You calm me down, you know that? Just… being near you.”

Example: You’re falling asleep on the ship lounge couch. He walks by, sees you, and without a word, tucks his jacket over you and kisses your forehead.

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5. Romantic Mischief

Expect sudden candle-lit dinners in the engine room or love notes hacked into the mission logs. Rafayel doesn’t do boring when it comes to love.

“Routine kills passion. Lucky for you, I’m a professional at keeping things interesting.”

Example: You wake up to soft music and a projection of a sunrise on the ceiling. He’s sitting beside you with breakfast. “Rise and shine, my favorite view.”

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NSFW Headcanons (18+)

1. Slow and Calculated

Rafayel takes his time. He studies you like he’s solving an equation — every gasp, twitch, and moan filed away so he can draw it out longer next time. Control turns him on.

“I want to see how long I can keep you right here… just like this.”

Example: You’re already trembling beneath him, but he doesn’t rush. His hands glide lower, mouth dragging slowly across your skin. “No hurry. We’ve got all night.”

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2. Low, Dirty Talk

His voice drops in bed — deep, dark velvet. He murmurs against your throat, telling you exactly how good you feel, how wrecked you look, how much he wants you.

“You should hear yourself. Do you even know how beautiful you sound when you break for me?”

Example: You’re breathless, fingers gripping the sheets, and his lips are by your ear, voice steady and reverent as he rocks into you. “Take me in. That’s it. You’re doing so well.”

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3. Loves Control — But Gives Just Enough

He likes to lead — pressing you down, holding your wrists, deciding when you come — but only after reading you, ensuring it’s what you crave too.

“You want me to take over? Then say it. I need to hear it.”

Example: He pins you against the wall, but waits. His hand rests at your throat gently, and his gaze darkens. “You trust me, don’t you?” he asks. When you nod, he smiles — slow, devastating — and finally takes.

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4. Praise Over Degradation

Rafayel might tease in everyday life, but in bed? He’s reverent. He wants you to feel like the center of the universe — every kiss, every thrust layered with worship.

“You’re perfect like this. Under me, around me, for me.”

Example: You reach your peak with a cry, and instead of laughing or cocky remarks, he whispers, “That’s it. Just like that. You’re stunning when you let go.”

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5. Intentional Aftercare

After everything, he’s soft. Wipes you down with warm cloths, brings you water, spoons you close. He stays awake just to watch your breath steady.

“Don’t move yet. Let me take care of you.”

Example: You doze off in his arms, skin still flushed. He brushes hair from your face, kisses your temple, and mutters, “You’re too good for me, cutie. I’ll keep proving I’m worth it.”