#but on the other it feels like he was also just getting flustered when a sincere answer was directed at him

[viperwhispered]

Notes on Jamil's speech patterns

I was supposed to just pick out some examples of typical Jamil lines. How he speaks, the vocabulary he uses, things like that. Something I could easily refer to when writing to get the tone right.

But then it kinda blew up, oop – because it’s hard to talk about how a character speaks without also dipping into why they say whatever they say.

Plus then I wanted to get examples of Jamil in different moods, and could not resist some poignant things that were more related to his character or backstory rather than strictly the speech patterns themselves, so… It expanded a bit.

Anyways. Some things I noticed he tends to do:

Sighs (more than I realized)

Snarks

Tch (though could be a more general twst writing choice too)

Stutters when he’s flustered / embarrassed / caught of guard (what a cutie)

Goes ahem like an old man when he’s trying to get back on track in those off-kilter moments

Kinda formal with his manner of speech and choice of words (especially in servant mode) (I always worry I exaggerate this but he sure does do that)

But there’s still some animatedness with the way he emphasises words, for example

(so long-suffering and ready to bark out directions to Kalim oh boy - the way the directness just comes through when he loses it)

sugarcoating his opinions if he doesn’t feel like he can say them plainly (tyrant becomes rigorous, etc.)

sarcasm, sometimes with a side of deadpan, sometimes with a smirk

“Good grief” (another thing I didn't realize was that much of a catchphrase)

Very mild on the level of insults & swears honestly, (I mean, "drat"?) but I imagine this is more of a result of the game's rating (I guess for in-game reasons we can say he's been very conditioned by his upbringing)

I put the screenshots that seemed telling, and some related notes, on to a google sheet. That way one can filter and order it in various ways.

The sheet is probably best viewed on a computer or another larger screen, the screenshots might make it a bit difficult to navigate on mobile.

I did go in with the assumption that Jamil might speak differently pre-overblot (when the servant mask is firmly in place) and post-overblot (at least those occasions where he allows himself to be more honest). Like, there’s the sycophantic (as Leona calls it) flatterer, versus when Jamil’s honestly voicing his own thoughts. Which also shows in how I chose to categorize the screenshots.

Of course events are a bit wibbly wobbly in relation to the main story so can’t be placed in the timeline in the same way, but there are still those occasions where it seems you can tell the difference between the servant mask and a Jamil who’s not saying things just for the sake of appearances.

So, to explain the logic of the sheet:

First column has a screenshot of something Jamil says. The second two columns give the source.

The column for whether or not this happened before or after the overblot is only really used for main story things, since event stories are kinda murky timeline-wise.

Next is whether Jamil seems to be putting on the servant mask or speaking more honestly. This is where get more to interpretation territory, and I’ve not applied it to every screenshot (either because that didn’t seem like the relevant part for that line, or because I couldn’t tell).

The last column of the sheet is where we get most to my personal interpretations. So of course you might read these lines differently than I do, and that’s completely fine, these are simply the aspects that seemed poignant to me. Some notes are simply pointing out specific word choices or style of speech, others delve more into character analysis side of things.

Totally fine if you want to copy this file or modify it to your own needs. All I ask is that you don’t pass off anything I wrote as your own thoughts.

Order of lines is based purely on the order the pics were in my screenshots folder, so guess this is also an insight on the order I played things in, lol.

Tagging some jamil peeps in case y'all find this useful:

@crystallizsch @diodellet @moonyasnow @twstgo @lex752

@majestickitty @viperbunnies

[syluriar]

drying hair - sylus x mc reader

sypnosis: literally just sylus drying your hair because he's whipped for you.

a/n: just had this cute thought of sylus drying your hair because for me personally i'm not a fan of it, and that's just one of the reasons why sylus would do it for you, other than that he loves the hell out of you. also not proud how i eneded this, writing has been a bitch latley because my brain won't work with me :( also no grammer check because i'm TIRED.

contains: mc!reader. sylus teasing you but you tease him back. call back to grassland romance. you thinking on your feelings for sylus. just bascially fluff.

word count: 1366

“Can I dry your hair, sweetie?”

It was a simple question, but it made you freeze and look at Sylus, who was towering above you from your seasted position at your desk, hair dryer in hand and ready to go. 

Curiosity filled you at his offer, and other times you would have followed it, bothering Sylus until he either revealed why or you would do your own investigation. 

But your arms were already aching from the towel drying, and you really did want to relax today after a grueling day fighting Wanders and filling reports. You had planned the rest of the day for ultimate relaxation and the only thing that would make it worse was drying your hair, a process you had to admit was not enjoyable for you.

So if you can get out of it, why not? 

“Ok,” You give him a nod. “Sure.”

And Sylus looked…absolutely delighted. His eyes shined and his smile was pure and you pondered why he’s reacting that way to do something for you, then again could you really be surprised? He’s made it known that he is at your beck and call, anything you want he’ll get you. You’re positive that if you asked him that you wanted a specific food item that can only be obtained within it’s country, Sylus would get it for you the next day. 

Those gestures still made you nervous as you weren’t used to such things, but at least now you graciously accept them instead of telling him off and refusing his gifts. Now it was cheeks burning and heart pounding, and your still quite puzzled on how your feelings for him have changed.

You forget about the hair dryer until it’s turned on in his hands, the buzzing pulls you our of your thoughts and focuses on the man now behind you. His free hand threads through your damp hair, fingernails just grazing your skull and you hold back a shiver of delight at the touch. 

“Hold still now, kitten.” 

The warm air hits you like a gentle breeze as Sylus starts the task, his fingers gentle as they part your hair to reach every part, the dryer not staying in one place too long to avoid a burning sensation on your skull. 

With your hands empty, your fingers fidget together, unsure of what to do. You have the twitch you squirm which you fight against, so you keep your eyes down, focusing on the flower pattern on your silk nightgown, another gift from Sylus.

You hear a chuckle lined with amusement that spreads embarrassment through your body. “Head up, sweetie.”

You can imagine the look on his face, that teasing smirk with creased corners at his eyes that holds mirth. You swallow and push back your fluster as you raise your head, your eyes promptly looking back into the mirror and ranking over the state of your hair, only to catch his own staring back at you.

They’re enchanting, like ruby gems that only shine for you. Flowers dead in a field that will only bloom in your presence, something poisonous that is only sweet on your tongue. The way he looks at you was as if you were the only thing that existed in the universe, the way they radiate and all the emotions they hold just for you is…exhilarating. 

A silent gasp leaves your lips when you notice how long you’ve been staring at Sylus through the mirror, and how he’s been staring back. His hand slides from your hair to your bare shoulder, his touch sending a shock of electricity through your body. 

“You’ve been staring for a while, kitten. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

You push the comment, trying not to let him get under your skin. “Just making sure you know what your doing. Messing with my hair isn’t something you should do.”

“Oh?” He’s teasing again, that damn smirk back on his lips. His eyes leave yours as he threads his fingers through your hair again. “I assure you, sweetie, that I would never mess with your hair, or don’t you remember what I said back in the Grasslands?”

“I like your hair.”

Of course you remember that, you remember everything that happened when the two of you were transported to another place, either back in time or another universe, your still not quite sure, but you were thankful for it nonetheless. It was a turning point for your relationship with Sylus, where you allowed the two of you to go closer and accepted that your feelings towards him were growing. 

“...I remember.” Your cheeks burning as you admit it - remember it. His fingers grazed through your hair like he’s doing now. “I also remember you saying that you would work on your braiding skills.”

He hums, which isn’t as off-key as his singing, thankfully. “But to do that I would need a lot of time practicing on your hair to honor my skills.” He looks back at you through the mirror, catching your still eyes. “Would you give me your permission, kitten?”

You imagine it, days of Sylus’ fingers combing through your hair as he braids the threads, tutorials playing as he watches intensely, pins and all sorts on your desk to hold his work in place. You imagine yourself, helping him through it all, teasing him when he’s stuck and cheering him up if something goes wrong.

It feels nice, domestic even. 

You can’t help but smile at it, your stomach filled with butterflies at the thought of doing such things with Sylus. 

“I would.”

He gives a huff of amusement, but the smile on his lips is pure and real. Perhaps he’s been thinking of such things with you, and it makes you feel giddy. 

He goes back to drying your hair and you close your eyes, finally relaxing. You allow yourself to sink into his touch as his fingers comb through your hair, enjoying how gentle and peaceful it makes you feel. 

“All done.” Sylus clicks off the dryer and you open your eyes to look at yourself in the mirror, ranking over the state of your now dried hair

You hum. “Not bad for your first time.”

“I’ll take that,” He chuckles. “Though like I said before, I would need to practice more on you to get it right.”

“You have permission for that as well.”

“Good.” 

His fingers are back in your hair and your amazed how at ease it makes you feel, giving him permission to touch your hair more might be better for yourself rather than him. 

Though you wonder…

You turn and look at him, redness on your cheeks as you retort. “As long as I can do the same to your hair.”

He looks surprised by your words and it makes you feel smug as you don’t get that reaction often. But he finally smiles and cups your cheeks, bringing your face so close to his that his nose brushes against yours. “You can do that and more to me, sweetie. I’ll never say no to you.”

Now your sure your a blushing mess, if not by your burning cheeks, then certainly by your pulsing heart that your positive Sylus hears. 

God, how does this man make you feel this way so easily? 

To hide it all you tease him back. “That’s a pretty big statement to say Sylus. Never say no to me? I wonder how far I can go with that.”

“I look forward to finding out, kitten.” He replies before leaning back, but not before booping your nose. “Now it’s time for bed. I remember a certain someone saying they were going to sleep early to improve their health.”

You don’t even get up from the chair as Sylus has you in his arms in seconds, a squeal of surprise leaving your lips as he carries you to the bed, laying you down gently and settling down beside you.. 

“Rest now.” His arms wrap around your waist, holding you to his chest as you cuddle under the silk sheets. “We have fun days ahead of us, so make sure not to be tired once they come.”

[umamaki]

WHERE THEY LIKE TO KISS YOU ! all l&ds li x reader 

NOTE ok i did get side tracked so not all the points are about kissing.. enjoy my silly headcanons then. wc 1.2k

minors do not interact 18+ 

SYLUS

he loves kissing your forehead!! and the top of your head!! 

he is sooooo cheesy lover boy in that way. likes the simple things and small gestures. 

for him, kissing you is as natural and normal as holding your hand. he doesn’t do it out of lust, but to show you that he loves you and that he’s close to you. 

also kinda possessiveeeee of himmm

bc of the height difference between you two, it’s easy for him to plop a smooch right on top of your head.

whenever you greet and say goodbye to one another he always hugs you and kisses the top of your head!!

sometimes it’ll be a quick kiss and other times he’ll linger there, pressing his lips to your head and inhaling your scent.

he does it so often that now you instinctually tilt your head up when you’re around him so he can kiss your forehead. He does it every time. Neither of you realize that you are following that same pattern, it just happens and you let it. 

i think he would be more reserved with kissing in public, his style of pda would be more touchy and possessive but using his hands if that makes sense. he’ll give you a brief peck on your forehead if other people are around. 

but if you’re at home together then he’s showering your head and face with kisses. just because. 

big forehead kisser when you’re laying on top of him in bed. he can’t help it!

after resolving an argument the first thing he does is kiss your forehead to remind you that he’ll never be angry at you. 

during sex he kisses your forehead after he’s fully inserted himself inside you. his way of comforting you as well as praising you. you’ve also come to expect this happening each time. 

when he finishes emptying his load in you he’ll kiss your forehead one last time before pulling out.

RAFAYEL

completely obsessed with your hands.

we know from his kindled memories that he likes kissing your wrist n such.

loves when you spray perfume onto your wrists. he likes feeling your pulse beneath his lips and the heat that radiates from them.

he likes holding your wrist in his hand and seeing how big his hands is compared to it <3.

kisses all around your hands. he kisses the inside of your palm, the back of your hand, the pads of your fingers. 

he’ll give you a bow and kiss the tips of your fingers whenever he’s feeling goofy. he’ll also slip in a “princess” as he does so. 

he kisses your left ring finger long before he proposes to you. just very in love with the idea of one day wearing matching wedding bands together. 

intertwines your fingers with his and kisses the back of your hand!

when you’re near each other—cuddling or just sitting next to one another doing your separate tasks—he likes holding your fingers to his lips. it helps him focus and the feeling comforts him. 

such a sucker for blowing kisses to one another. whether you’re across the room or right next to him.

when he’s flustering you and knows that it’s riling you up, he will take your wrist and tease you for your quickening pulse. kisses your wrist after because he never truly means the teasing.

he would also leave love bites on your wrist. just a thought. sometimes he bites hard enough to leave a temporary mark. 

all up in your wrist during sex, the feel and look of them arouses him so much. think the your fragrance memory. 

you’ll be writhing and overstimulated underneath him but he doesn’t care, continuing whatever pace he’s plunging into you at and holding your wrist to his face. 

XAVIER

also common knowledge but he likes to kiss your legs but really as long as it’s anywhere near your lower region. 

after a particularly rough battle with wanderers, he will kiss you where you’re hurt on your legs before bandaging them up. it’s a small gesture but you truly believe it does help with the pain. 

he likes being able to kiss your knees and the inside of your thighs when you’re sprawled below him with your legs spread.

will leave so many hickies on your thighs. 

he is such an eater but when he is going down on you, sometimes he will get distracted and go up to kiss other parts of your leg, leaving you whining from loss of contact and wanting more stimulation. 

ok hot take—he likes to kiss your ankles. not in a foot fetish way. unless you’re into that. but i think that he sees your ankles as just another part of you and likes to kiss them, esp during sex. he likes when you wear anklets because he can watch them dangle off your ankle when he is thrusting inside you.

and when he has you in a mating press. loves kissing your legs when you are like this.

similarly, he will almost always rest your legs on his shoulders when you have sex, so all he has to do is turn his head to the side to give them a kiss while he is fucking you. 

ZAYNE

ok zayne likes kissing your shoulders. it serves as a reminder of his presence. 

he does it when he passes by behind you, if you’re cooking in the kitchen he comes behind you and kisses your shoulder. if you’re sitting watching tv on the couch he’ll lean over and kiss you there too. he rests his chin on your shoulder and stays there for a while.

during long or boring social events he’ll show you that he’s tired when he press his face into the crook of your neck.

when he’s fucking you in doggy style, he bends down from behind you—his chest suffocating your back—to kiss your shoulders. will whisper things into your ear as he does so. 

similarly to sylus, zayne also likes to kiss the top of your head and his height is actually perfect for it. 

CALEB

three places: neck, jaw, collarbone.

kissing, biting, sucking, he does it all. 

kisses this area like a man starved.

he likes marking his territory there where there’s a risk of other people seeing. you’ll complain about having to cover them up with makeup or clothes but he shamelessly likes it. he wants you to show them off, show everyone that you are his. 

it turns him on when you wear a low cut shirt or any sort of neck jewelry. even better if it’s his necklace. you’ll have to pry him off your neck. 

kissing your jaw is heaven to him because his ears are right next to your lips, likes hearing you moan and whine up close. 

looks up at your face when he kisses those places. likes seeing what he does to you as he is doing it.

[mixingandmelting]

Hey so how do you think the bat boys would deal with a reader who makes it very obvious they’re crushing on the batboys? For not serious situations, they’re sweeter and just more in a good mood whenever the boys are around? Blushes a lot around them and the boys don’t have to be talking directly to them? (Crush can talk to the bat boys normally if the situations serious). (Crush has normal conversations with others people. But goes around telling other super hero friends or just normal friends whenever the bat boys is brought up by other people, they think the bat boys are cute. And always hyping them up to their friends/and the batboy friends even when the batboys are there).

Dick:

He’s flattered really. Yes, unfortunately for everyone, he’s quite aware that he’s attractive but it’s not something he often pays attention to. With trying to protect the world and fighting crime 24/7, being attractive is the last of his priority. But when you gush about him- his abilities, ideals, skills, him as a person - he preens. Sure, he’ll get flustered when you go off on how great he is (and how cute which really takes him off guard) despite the fact he’s right there. And of course he covers himself with the good old classic of clearing his throat even though the corner of his lips won’t stop twitching and the blush on his face gets worse by the second. It’s adorable really. You’re so obvious from how you fan over him whenever he’s brought up in conversations and completely burning when it’s just the two of you and all he’s doing is standing next to you. He sometimes struggles to keep his intrusive thoughts to himself, to tease and see if you can possibly flush even more if he were to poke or “accidentally” brush against you. Though, he’s starting to think you’re doing it on purpose and trying to trip him up when you become completely normal when he’s talking about a mission only to go back on talking about how cute and amazing he is to the person next to you (extra kudos to you when you somehow successfully get the other become a fellow Nightwing stan). Still cute though.

Jason:

People often think he’s dense in the romantic field. From being dead to being back alive and being all rough and reckless, all the typical stuff. It’s truly unfortunate (not really) that that’s not the case and he knows you have a crush on him. Like seriously? It’s so obvious, he’s concerned if there are people who can’t tell that you have a crush on him. The problem is that he doesn’t know what warranted it. He knows he’s quite a shot. Perhaps not as much as Dick given his personality and dark humor, but he has charmed plenty of women with his looks. However, being a former crime lord to now a vigilante outlaw isn’t really all that  glorious or something that gets others to swoon over… So yeah, he doesn’t know why you would get all hyped up over him whenever he’s brought up in conversations. Whether he’s there or not, you would rave over him which gets him to do a double take and play with his helmet or muzzle, whichever one he chooses to wear, because suddenly he’s feeling a bit too hot and needs some air to cool his face. All he does is stand next to you and when it’s you and him alone, he sometimes worries how red you get. He won’t lie, seeing you smile more because he’s there makes his heart itch and grin a bit. Plus, he doesn’t mind as much as others would think since you know when to get back to normal and become serious when things are serious.

Tim:

Someone save him. Someone please save him. You have an obvious crush on him and he has no idea what to do. In fact, he didn’t think anyone would possibly develop a crush on him as big as yours. He’s Red Robin and the former third Robin not many people really take note of. Well other than he’s Batman’s former sidekick and also fights crimes like the rest of the Bat family. You, on the other hand, are making it your life mission to tell everyone how incredible he is. Doesn’t matter where, when, and if he’s right there or not. The minute he’s brought up, boom. You’re off describing him in every way possible. Amazing, intellectual. Also what do you mean he’s cute? Since when was he considered cute? A part of him is on to you, wanting to believe this is all a set-up. A prank set up by his friends or family. The other part, he can’t keep a calm facade around you, covering his face with one or both hands to hide the blush that goes down his face to the base of his neck. There’s also lots of fake coughing and clearing his throat involved. Lots, to cover the happy tingles he gets, registering there’s someone who acknowledges his efforts and  talents. It gets worse and he gets even more conscious when you’re matching his expression when the two of you are alone. He’s grateful that at least you’re back to normal when things are going down at least. 

Duke:

Okay. Wow. You have a crush on him and it’s painfully obvious. There’s a first time for everything and this? This is definitely a first. Forget about Tim and his whole deal with Red Robin, some of the villains in Gotham don't even know his name. That should be telling how low in the pyramid he is. Not that it matters to you apparently. He’s with you and his group of friends and he can hear all the things you say about him given he’s right there. And it doesn’t stop you from fawning over his powers, his fighting and detective abilities, and- uhm ok. Good to know you’re into his looks. He lost track how many times this happened. He does remember by the end, he’s rubbing his face and resigning to sigh through his nose in lieu of groaning out loud. You describe him as if he’s the world’s finest. He can feel the heat radiating off his whole head and body so he has a pretty good idea how he looks. It’s better when he’s alone with you. Your face is burning and he does everything to make the vibe less awkward. It doesn’t work and he makes it more awkward as his mind and your face now resembling a tomato reminds him you have a crush on him. He does wonder how in the world you’re able to snap back to normal so quickly when he’s going through heavy material with you. All fan-vibe gone, you’re listening and giving input which are often good points and covers any areas that were missed. 

Damian:

He doesn’t understand your behavior. One moment you’re fine, societal “normal” according to what those around him taught him. You’re casually chatting, making jokes, and expressing emotions like anyone else. On another, you’d suddenly be jumping around and praising him all over the place the second someone drops his name. Disregarding how he stands literally behind you and his cheeks completely pink, gradually turning to red, he thinks of you being just as embarrassing when Dick or someone else in the family brags about him. His skills with the katana, compassion for animals- he can somewhat tolerate that. He completely disagrees over him being hot-cold. He is not hot-cold. His personality also does not resemble a cat. Also how is he cute? He’s far from the word cute, period. Then there’s when you’re alone with him. Face completely rosy and dusted in pink. Every single time without fail, it’s only you and him. All he’s doing is standing next to you and instead of being either normal or chaotic, you’re suddenly blushing. He had entertained the idea of you having interest in him. Until he brings up a new case to you. It’s concerning how you go back to being normal and, surprisingly, making plausible conclusions that help him find a new lead. So despite what everyone around tells him that you have a crush on him, he’s having a hard time seeing it. You are sweeter when he’s around but he feels as though having a crush doesn’t associate with split personalities.

[ierr]

They call you pretty

lineup; s. nagi, m. reo, i. sae, i. rin, and s. baro(u)

a. n; hey guys! I don’t really have much to say, but I hope you guys enjoy the stories! but I also do have one question, if I made a discord server would ya’ll be down for that? 🤔 let me know!!

aged up!

seishiro nagi. ;

one thing that would distract him from playing that game of his was whenever you came over with your natural look wearing your glasses. he didn't know what It was about you that made him fold every time he would see you with this look, but GOD It took everything In him to not to become flustered In front of you. when you came over you seen seishiro was on his game as usual just smiling to your self sitting on his bed watching him play. you crawled to the end of his bed to where he was leaning on, throwing your legs over, placing your hands to comb through his hair. he flinched from the sudden sensation but relaxed noticing that familiar mole on your leg, he relaxed In your hands sighing. "hi baby." you mumbled, leaning over as he looked up with a lazy smile, "oh, hey." was all he said, “I missed you.” you said, leaning down to peck his lips hearing him sigh in relief feeling your lips on top of his. he missed you so much. this whole bluelock program really took a lot outta him..he had no time of sleeping in, barely anything to play video games and he couldn’t see you!! he almost died.

when he pulled away he got to see you, and boy his face went red for a second before quickly looking away. you were wearing your glasses today. you looked so pretty..when you seen how seishiro looked a little flustered you giggled scratching his scalp a little, "why you get flustered all of sudden?." you knew the answer but you wanted him to say It. seishiro shook his head, trying to focus on his game. "nothing." he mumbled but you didn't buy It, tugging against his hair a little. "shiro." you warned hearing his groan, "you look pretty.." he mumbled again with a tone that read flustered. he was embarrassed. you smiled, trailing your hands towards his chin to make him look up from his game. he had a small frown on his face with a blush covering his cheeks, "I look pretty?." looking anywhere but you, he nodded his head. "really..really pretty." he said slowly averting his eyes towards yours to stare at your e/c eyes that were covered by the frames of your glasses.

“so pretty..”

reo mikage ;

for the past hour, reo has been complaining not stop. It was driving you insane. not even a day since he got back, he’s already starting to get on nerves. though you missed this from being away from each other for awhile, you forgot how impatient he was..you guys are supposed to be going out for his first day off, but you were taking your sweet time doing your hair. "what's taking you so longgg!." he whined for the 15th time coming back to the bathroom to see you're still on the same part! Is what he thought. rolling your eyes, parting another strand of hair, "reo, I swear on my life I am going to hit you." you glared at him through the mirror who raised his hands In a defensive movement with a smirk, "It was just a little question?." he shrugged. ever since he came back from overseas with his team he’s been non stop visiting you. you assumed he was just bored, but he missed you, so much. it was cute! but he was getting on your nerves. you shook your head going back to doing your hair. he didn't walk away or say anything else, but instead leaned against the door watching you through the mirror, he took a moment to just watch you... you're as pretty as the day he met you. your e/c eyes, pretty chocolate skin, pretty lips— he felt like a lover boy all over again.

you caught noticed of this, making eye contact with him through the mirror with a raised brow. "why're you staring at me?." reo grinned once more keeping his eyes on you, "you're so pretty you know that?." he said, leaning from the wall to walk towards, sliding his hands around your waist keeping eye contact with you. "so damn pretty.." you shivered from his breath hitting your neck leaning more against him elbowing him In the chest, "shut up." he chuckled with a playful whine, "If I have to say it everyday babe, I'll remind you every. single. time." he mumbled in between pecking the side of your neck. you sighed finishing the last part of your hair, with a small smile on your face. when you were done with that final strand, you turned around to face him. "you're such a lover boy." reo shrugged taking a strand of your hair Into his hand, "I'm your lover boy though~" — "ew reo! you're so cheesy!." you shook your head playing with the back of his hairs as he chuckled, "yeah? well since you're done with your hair I can show you how cheesy I really am!." before you knew It, reo threw you over his shoulder, dangling being faced with his back wide eyed,

"chameleon boy! put me down!"

itoshi sae ;

It was currently half time. both teams going to their locker rooms to either rest for a bit or to go over a plan for the final half. while you were in the trainers room, cleaning up a bit you didn’t expect a certain pink haired to come in. when you heard foot steps and a door closing, you turned your head a little to spot sae who was holding his neck. like it was bothering him. when you asked what was wrong, he said there was a knot in his neck. so here you are, messaging the knot out. "how does that feel?." you questioned, pressing your finger on his neck hearing him groan. "good." you hummed, moving your thumb to message out the spot. you were currently in the trainers room with sae because apparently he had got a knot in his neck, and came to see you. he sat on the table as you were in between his legs, pressing your thumb into his neck, messaging it out. while you were focused on his neck, his eyes never left your face, his teal eyes boring into your e/c. you felt it. it was making you nervous feeling his eyes on you. you tried to ignore his obvious stare but your eyes couldn't help but jump to stare into his feeling his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him. "sae." you asked and he hummed still looking up at you. "something wrong?." he shook his head no, his grip slightly tightening, continuing to stare at you. you’re so pretty..the way your eyes light up with a spark, your soft smile..he felt his heart beat start to raise a little. he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

you gave him a weird stare, with a raised brow. “is there something on my face..?” beauty. he only shook his head, “you look pretty.” your eyes widen a little but felt your heart flutter. "I look pretty?." you asked, tilting your head to the side with confusion. you looked a mess!! from working with multiple players during the match because of either injury or cramps. It took a lot out of you, your hair was a bit messy, and you looked tired but that didn’t change his prospective of you. you’ve always been so pretty to him..it made his heart flutter every time he got to see you. such a beautiful women he was dating. sae nodded bringing you closer to him. this was out of nowhere. but you smiled, placing a hand on his chest. “you’re distracting me from work you know?” you squinted, and he grinned shrugging his shoulders. “like I care..” you rolled your eyes, “you better get back to your team..i’ll see you when the games over.” you leaned down a little to peck his lips who gladly accepted it.

you’re gonna be the death of him.

Itoshi rin ;

one thing about rin is, he HATES shopping. always hated it, since he was a kid, to a teen, and now in his 20’s he still hates it. he hates the time that’s being spent of walking to different kind of stores, just to either be in there to look or to take hours to decide what you want. but..when it came to you, how could he possibly say no? since it’s been awhile, since you two were together you wanted to have a date night! but the only problem was…you wanted a new dress. rin didn’t get why you wanted a new dress but he didn’t complain about it just following you into the preferred store you wanted it from. It’s been an hour. he never thought it would take a women this long to pick out what she wanted..as he sat in the same seat for the last hour he was growing more impatient. you showed a few dresses to him already, but those weren’t necessarily the ones you liked which is why it’s taking so long to decide. “okay..last dress. swear this time!” you said from the dressing room, he roller his eyes. “you said that the last time.” you can hear the sass in his tone, giggling. “well this time I swear. pinkie.” you were kind of nervous…what if he didn’t like it? you picked this dress out SPECIFICALLY for him. ugh get a grip! you bit your lip, you opened the curtain to reveal the dress you picked out.

as if everything went into slow motion, he felt his face go hot. even though the dress it self was a bit basic, you made it look good. it hugged all your curves in the right places, it made your face pop out, exposing how pretty you are.. “do you like it…?” you asked looking at him, those big e/c eyes staring at him made his heart jump. “you look pretty.” really pretty. “you think so?.” he knows so. rin nodded his head still looking at you, you’re so beautiful. when he stood up, you watched as he made his way towards to get a better look. It was perfect for you. “really beautiful..” he mumbled, making you smile placing a hand on his chest.

“I’m glad you like it.”



shoei baro(u) ;

you always loved having date night with shoei. one because, you barely see each other and second because you love to see the soft side of him. since you do watch every one of his matches, in person or on tv he acts completely different from how he acts when he’s with you. it’s like a light switch that turns on and off, with his team he’s this brutal king in the field that wants to destroy everyone vs how he’s with you. with you he’s such a gentleman and talks to you with a much softer tone than with his teammates which you found pretty funny.

“we have to leave in a few minutes!.” he shouted from the kitchen, “hold on, shoei! I can’t find my heel.” from the bedroom you can practically hear him groan, only shaking his head. searching and scrambling for your lost heel, 1 minute goes by and you finally found it, sliding it in your foot. “okay! i’m ready.” the sound of heels clicked against the floor, made him perk up. you were wearing a simple black dress with black heels with red on the bottom. his eyes softened at the sight of you. you look so beautiful. he was so distracted by how pretty you looked, he didn’t hear anything you had said, until he felt a hand on his chest. “are you paying attention?” you cocked an eyebrow at him, but when he didn’t answer you shook your head, “I said, we better get going before we’re late, sho. and why’re you staring at me like that?” you questioned tilting your head to the side, he hummed. “why else would I be looking at you.” you squinted your eyes towards him, “is there makeup smeared?” shoei rolled his eyes, “no idiot.” — “then what is it?” he gave a small smile,“you look beautiful.” your heart fluttered, giving a big smile, “am I?” he nodded his head with no shame. “you want me to say it again?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and you nodded, “I would love that..” your wish was his command.

“you look beautiful sweetheart.”

[asha-mage]

BingLiuShen au where Shen Qingqiu's fevered heteronormativity poisoned brain decides that the best way to avoid dying for the crime of being a heterosexual male in a stallion novel is to pretend not to be heterosexual and thus not a threat to the protagonist's harem. He figures if he can hit that sweet spot where his (supposed! Not real at all!) sexuality is just a quirk of the beloved mentor then the narrative will have no choice but to keep him alive. Airplane might be a hack, but he's exactly the sort of hack who would put in a token gay character, then shunt them off to the background, only to be trotted out again when he's getting flack in the comments for sexist, homophobic, and/or generally shitty writing decisions.

And for Shen Yuan, whose stated life goal is to idle away the hours in luxury and occasionally bask in Binghe's protagonisty coolness (in a very heterosexual way of course!) that would be the perfect out. There's just one problem- how does he demonstrate his (definitely fake!) homosexuality without playing into homophobic tropes and getting himself killed for offending the genre's aggressively het sensibilities?

The answer? Pretend to be pinning away silently in unrequited love for another man. It's perfect! All he has to do is drop a few extremely subtle hints in Binghe's hearing implying having feelings he would never act on for say, Liu Qingge, and he'll be golden. After all, what person attracted to men (which he isn't!) wouldn't fall immediately in love with the Bai Zhan War God? It has the added benefit of proving what a good Token Gay he is by the fact that he saved Liu Qingge's life without any expectations or hopes and without ever even revealing his (supposed!) feelings.

Shen Qingqiu gets about a week of feeling like a genius after putting this plot into motion before Liu Qingge starts showing up at Qing Jing with small gifts and pastries and asking to spar, and well. In between melting down (because how on earth did he put it together from the grand total of three entirely ambiguous hints he dropped!) and trying to stay composed (because even the straightest guy- which he is!- would get flustered by having Liu Qingge smiling at him Like That) he figures the only rational thing to do is just Commit To the Bit, resign himself to one day becoming cultivation partners with Liu Qingge and retiring together into the background of future plot shenanigans. Their are clearly no other possible ways of dealing with this situation, and hey being with Liu Qingge of all people isn't bad. That's a fan favorite character and he's stupidly handsome and brave and kind! Shen Qingqiu could do a lot worse, especially in a world like PIDW. In fact given the alternatives, Shen Qingqiu's could probably consider himself incredibly lucky. Objectively that is. From a purely 'guy trying to survive this dumb novel' point of view. It would be an honor to have Liu Qingge's arms wrapped around him. If he where into men of course.

Meanwhile you have Luo Binghe in the background of every scene the two are in with a forced smile, internally speed running the '*fork in garbage disposal noises*' to 'I just want my Shizun to be happy! I swear!' to 'actually Liu-shishu is really nice I can see what Shizun sees in him' to 'oh no I think I want to be in the Middle Of Whatever That Is' arc.

(And of course, Binghe at the end of the day IS the protagonist, and after much trial and tribulation, is supposed to get exactly what he wants...)

And all the while you have Liu Qingge, utterly oblivious to the mental anguish and gymnastics of his shidi and shizi, who just keeps turning up at Qing Jing, because he really does like Shen Qingqiu and even if that first date was his sister's idea he's found he really does enjoy spending time with Shen Qingqiu, and also Shen Qingqiu's sticky first disciple who despite the crocodile tears is actually clearly pretty strong. He has no idea that Shen Qingqiu is silently picking out drapery for the future house while Luo Binghe tries to rationalize his out of control heartbeat as a completely normal side effect of the sparring match they just fought (Which he only keeps challenging Liu-shishu to make sure he's strong enough to protect Shizun! He swears!).

WIll the three of them ever figure it out and get their act together? Sure. Will they do it before the Conference/Abyss arc upends everything? Absolutely not.

[mylovesstuffs]

Vernon is THAT type of boyfriend !

This is my personal opinion and perspective. It may not accurately reflect their real-life personalities or behaviors.

Vernon is so chill as a boyfriend, but it’s the kind of chill that makes you feel completely at ease. He’s like a human comfort zone—low-key, calm, and always giving you space to just be. But don’t mistake that for indifference; he cares deeply, he’s just not one for grand, dramatic gestures.

He’s a naturally observant boyfriend, noticing the little things about you without even trying. You change your hairstyle slightly? He clocks it immediately but doesn’t make a big fuss, just smiles like, yeah, I see you. He’s also surprisingly good at remembering random details about you—like your favorite niche snack or that song you casually mentioned once... SEVENTEEN will never believe or agree with this tho—

He doesn’t always know how to express his feelings with words, but he shows his love in the most Vernon-esque ways: sharing his playlist, tagging you in the weirdest memes, or randomly sending you blurry photos of something that made him think of you. His love language is so subtle, but once you get it, it’s everything.

Vernon isn’t one for PDA as much as others—subtle, but in private, he’s a whole different story. Oh god, that side of him. He’s the type to quietly pull you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder or tucking you against his chest while you’re watching something together. It’s so casual yet so intimate, you can’t help but melt.

He has this offbeat sense of humor that constantly catches you off guard. One moment he’s saying something incredibly profound, and the next he’s referencing the most random thing in pop culture. You’re either laughing uncontrollably or just staring at him like, how does his brain even work?

He’s super laid-back when it comes to arguments or disagreements. Vernon doesn’t raise his voice or get overly emotional; instead, he calmly listens, nods, and takes his time to process. It’s almost infuriating how logical and level-headed he is, but it’s also why fights with him don’t spiral out of control.

There’s a quiet intensity to him that makes him so intriguing. He doesn’t say a lot, but when he does, it’s meaningful. And when he looks at you—like, really looks at you—you can feel your heart skip a beat because holy hell, it’s like he’s seeing into your soul TT.

Vernon isn’t overly romantic in the traditional sense, but he’s full of unexpected gestures that hit you right in the feels. He’d casually buy you something you mentioned wanting weeks ago or show up at your door with your favorite drink because he thought you’d need it after a long day.

He’s the ultimate vibe-setter in your relationship. Late-night drives with his playlist? Yes. Chilling in comfortable silence while doing your own thing? Also yes. But when the mood shifts, oh boy. There’s something about the way he lingers in close proximity, his hand brushing against yours, that makes your heart race. Like, please HELP.

If you ever surprise him with affection, he gets this slightly flustered, awkward smile that makes you want to kiss him on the spot. He’s so effortlessly adorable, yet so unaware of it, and you’re just sitting there like, he’s so cute. (omg I can’t.)

He’s not the overly protective type, but he does have this quiet way of looking out for you. It’s in the way he makes sure you’re comfortable or checks in with you after a tough day. He might not say much, but his actions always speak volumes.

Vernon is surprisingly suggestive in his own low-key way. A fleeting touch here, a smirk there—it’s all so subtle but incredibly effective. And don’t get me started on how casually confident he can be when he’s teasing you, like, sir, where did this come from??

Being with Vernon feels like being with your best friend and your biggest crush rolled into one. He’s so down-to-earth and genuine, yet there’s this quiet magnetism about him that keeps you hooked. It’s the perfect mix of comfort and excitement, and honestly, you’re just obsessed.

[frownyalfred]

god i am just exploding thinking about bruce and sex in the arkham prince au. there is absolutely no way he’s not accustomed to exchanging sex for favors, information, anything he wants or needs. he’s no stranger to doing it to protect his kids, particularly with guards and medical staff; if bruce is available, they generally take him over dick, and if they don’t, he finds a way to ensure they can’t take anyone. it turns out that deaths that can’t be traced back to you sometimes require outsourcing, and outsourcing requires payment, and rich as he is on the outside, payment on the inside does not mean money

so arkham prince bruce comes to view sex and attraction as tools in a way not dissimilar to brucie. they’re double-edged swords. more than one bruce has had to deal with obsession, stalking, undesirable consequences. more than once bruce has had to deal with the arkham staff assuming they have free license to do with their prince what they wish. but it’s also a means of connection, one of the very small number of ways bruce ever touches another person without inherent violence, and arkham prince bruce is even more starved for genuine human connection than the batman, so…

…he ends up digesting clark’s attraction to him in stages, over years

- he immediately notices that clark thinks he’s handsome; not especially noteworthy, as nearly everyone does, and although it’s fun and easy to fluster the awkward kansas boy with his biting kind of charm it’s also not ultimately that productive, because

- the awkward kansas boy is superman, and superman is not random guard number eight who can be persuaded to use bruce’s mouth in exchange for looking the other way at just the right time. superman, despite his glaringly obvious physical attraction to bruce, does not seem like he wants that. it’s something of a novelty, and bruce reformulates his strategy

- but the ensuing seduction attempts, each more subtle and meaningful than the last, yield nothing. when bruce goes out of his way to appeal to clark, he might get a blush or an eye roll or a mock-scandalized half-serious request to stop. it’s when he’s not going out of his way to appeal to clark that clark actually seems the most enchanted

- and it takes a bit, partially because clark is guarded enough that he doesn’t fall instantly in love with the prince of arkham and partially because bruce for all his genius has the emotional intelligence of a dead salmon, but bruce comes to realize that clark…doesn’t just want to fuck him? clark…isn’t just taking advantage of the asset bruce is to the justice league on alternate tuesdays? clark…loves him? and seems to express this by going out of his way to be seen in public in gotham, and loudly talking about how it’s a city with a heart of gold beneath its dark and bloody exterior?

if bruce ever offered up any kind of requited affection after clark has decided to trust him, clark would be ON THAT like white on rice, thinking to himself that he knew there was still space in bruce’s heart to love another person the way he loves gotham. he’d be giddy and thrilled right up until he realizes (possibly in the middle of sex) that bruce isn’t touching him and letting himself be touched because he wants clark, he’s doing it because that’s how he keeps the favor of powerful people. unfortunately, x-ray vision doesn’t work on feelings

This is dark and I love it. But it’s oddly in character for Bruce even in this AU, using his body to achieve his goals, detaching emotion from the physical. And Clark being the one person to make him want to open up and change that…

[t4talibrations]

I am honestly obsessed with Garrus' romance in ME2, starting from the fact that he wasn't even supposed to be romanceable but everyone was so horny for this alien guy that they just gave it to us.

He's your best bro, your number one ally, he basically admires you so much that he tries to imitate you, he's so ride or die for you it's impossible to ignore. He clearly sees you as his superior because the military mindset is so ingrained in him but he's also just your best friend. Except he tries to keep it cool so bad, acting like he's just glad to be back on your team and ignoring that he basically failed at being like you, and it's clearly a mask.

From the second he pops up on screen he's acting all suave and smooth and confident for no fucking reason considering he's probably a wreck. He never flirts directly but you can always tell he's holding back some of his undying admiration for you just so he doesn't seem as desperate as he is.

In a fit of complete unprofessionalism you open up the possibility of a more physically intimate relationship that goes beyond camaraderie and sparring. You are both so stressed that fucking just seems the best option and a practical way to fix it. Let's ignore the fact that you've known each other for years and there's been a period in which Garrus just threw himself to the wolves out of frustration for possibly grieving you so bad. Let's just say it's a friends-with-benefits kind of situation, except it's everything but easy even just for the fact that you are two different species and there's lots of complications involved.

You insist that it has to be him, because you want him specifically, and you also want him to want it with you. Some types of Feelings are involved but let's not talk about them. So the guy just breaks, he keeps stuttering and fidgeting and making a fool of himself. He's crying screaming throwing up the moment you make a move on him and he keeps worrying about having to court you when he's actually the one being pursued - and not even subtly.

His awkward side finally comes out and he thinks it will disappoint you when in reality seeing him fall apart and be vulnerable is exactly what makes him so irresistible. It's just extremely entertaining how such a Cool Guy becomes a complete mess because he is so into you that he's even willing to literally study how to have sex with you.

So he shows up to your cabin after days of waiting it out because he wants to savour it (read: he's freaking the fuck out and needs to figure everything out). He shows up and it's the most goofy attempt at seducing you he could come up with. The music from Flux is just so comically ridiculous that you can't even hide how amusing it is. He flirts extremely badly, but you are just too pleased with seeing him all flustered, the fucking isn't even that important now.

Finally he realizes that too, and gets honest about his insecurity and the emotional burden he's been carrying. It's just tender. His mind was so set on anxiety mode that he just shifted the subject to putting his best effort into not fucking things up with you. Except he could never because you just want him to have a good time and you don't really care about the rest.

Man, I just Love Garrus...

[never-stranger]

New Beginnings

Pairing: Loki x photographer!reader (fem)

Summary: As Loki adjusts along with the Asgardians in their new home on Midgard, they also warm up to guests visiting their little community. One in particular finds the flowers outside his cabin to be a subject for her craft

Tags & Warnings: Second POV, Fluff, Good/Soft Loki, Post-Ragnarok

Forenote: This has been sitting in my drafts for a while! I did receive a request recently on Loki in a masquerade ball, I’ll get to that soon! 

Word Count: 3379

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The sun shone upon New Asgard. A warmth embraced its people each new day, a sort of warmth that reminded a certain God of Mischief about longer days in the Golden Kingdom. He would never admit it– how much better he had been feeling since their arrival on Midgard. He mourned with the people, about the homes and lives they’d lost, but at the same time, it was like aeons of burdens were lifted from his shoulders. He could drape himself onto a wicker chair and watch time pass as the nation slowly rebuilt themselves on the embers of what they once were. 

While of course, he still had his duties, but they reminded him more of when he’d play the role of assistant when his mother would arrange those extravagant events more than the responsibilities of a prince. That isn’t to say those memories weren’t fond.

He didn’t leave the community all that much, and it didn’t take him long to memorise most of everyone’s names. Thor had pointed it out once, teasing him for such a sentimental gesture. The only response he’d received was a pointed glare as Loki smiled to himself only the moment he turned away. 

They would receive visitors from time to time. Loki thought it best to steer clear from their way, lest he scare them off. Meanwhile, when Thor would be in charge of the day tour, he would deliberately take a path he knew he’d find his brother in, as a way to assure other people that he had changed. Another thing Loki would not admit was that he appreciated it. 

It was a day he declared to himself as his day off. He squinted at the sun’s intrusion as he stepped out of his little cabin, stretching out his limbs when he vaguely heard a camera’s shutter.

His eyes immediately snap to where you stood, fumbling with the device in your hands. 

“Sorry, I’ve been trying to get a good angle on your flowers for quite a while without getting too close. Didn’t mean to disturb you.” You pressed buttons on the gadget with a humorous smile you hoped masked your embarrassment as you scrolled to the picture you had just taken. There was evident motion in the photo; it looked quite silly, seeing the man blurry mid-stretch. Well at least it was funny until you realised who it was. 

Loki startled at the sound of surprise you made. “You… you’re— mister— prince?”

Despite his grogginess, Loki finds it in himself to grace you with a chuckle. “Just Loki.” His eyes still move slowly as he examines you, his eyelids weighed by slumber. It didn’t take much deduction for him to find out you were most probably a photographer. 

“Not much going on here, I’m afraid. You’ll find Thor right next door; he could take you to sights much more worth your time.”

“I think I’m alright.”

He looks at you incredulously, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. You clear your throat. 

“I mean most people have probably seen those already. I wanted to capture glimpses into the lives of the people here,” and in a flustered whisper, you add, “you know?”

Maybe it was because he was too tired to shoo you away, to argue or to call his brother down himself, but he resigns with a nod before turning on his heel back towards his door. 

“Actually, could you…?” He halts abruptly, hearing the grass and the fallen leaves crunch against your soles as you tread carefully closer to the hedges surrounding his house. When he looks back at you, you demonstrate a pose, bending your knees to be closer to the ground, using one of the radiant yellow wildflowers as a prop.

He sighs, and rolls his eyes. Against his better judgment, the wooden floors creak under the weight of his footsteps as he walks out of the cabin grounds and sidles next to you; he mirrors the action. You smile at him gratefully and he can’t seem to ignore the warmth that envelops him at the sight of it. With wakefulness slowly crawling up his nerves, he realises he hasn’t seen you around before and the way you regard him is quite a new experience. Thor would usually be the one to introduce new visitors to him, but you took the initiative first. 

The camera clicks.

He watches you with intrigue, his brows furrowed together as you examine the picture. 

“You could do better than that,” you say flatly. He opens his mouth to voice his offence, but you silence him with a raised finger and a simple command:

“Pose.”

This time, he does not let his mind wander. He mirrors the same pose, but with a more natural element to it. After hearing several clicks from the camera, he groans, standing up to his full height.

“Are we done?”

But you’re too distracted by your handiwork. When he sees you smiling at the screen, curiosity pulls him over to your side. He peers over your shoulder and you lift the camera closer to his eyes. 

Asgardians and Midgardians were typically warm, but he’d gone too long without a reminder of that; he remembers this when he tries to take a hold of the device to direct it where he can see better, and the action makes his fingertips brush against your skin. You were quite warm.

What he saw in the photograph was not quite how he remembered himself. 

It seemed convincingly candid— an ordinary man admiring the flowers with his hair a good mix of neat and unkempt. The sunlight dappled the leaves and the flowers beautifully; it caressed his face, casting an ethereal glow befitting a god. 

“You are quite the artist, madam…?”

You’re greeted with a fond smile when you give him your name, offering your hand for a shake. “It’s an honour, truly.”

He finds himself drawn into your warmth with your hand clasped around his. He walks next to you, carefully watching your much awed expression despite the bland, ordinary trees being the reason. 

The two of you slipped into an easy conversation. You elaborated on your profession and why you had come to visit, your words quite tugged at his mind and compelled him to be the one to tour you around the place. While Thor knew of the summits, he knew of the slopes, the ins and outs of the village where children hide and play, where trees cast shadows even when the sun was high, where lovers shared their moments. He even showed you the only tree in the village that bore his favourite Midgardian fruit, which to his surprise, was your favourite too. 

As you enthusiastically sank your teeth into the fruit you had plucked from the tree, he conjured a small basket in his hands and filled it with the best picks. 

He followed you around as you continued taking photographs, the sound of the camera’s shutter slowly registering into his head as something soothing and familiar. Whenever he’d catch you eyeing a person or a group for too long, he would lean down to your level and give you a story or two that he’d known about them. As always, he was a theatrical storyteller; he made even the most mundane of tales sound out of this world. 

For lunch, he had taken you to a local restaurant. It earned the two of you a few bewildered glances, especially from the wide-eyed God of Thunder who had been stuffing his face with the restaurant’s complimentary bread when you walked in next to Loki, just a smidgeon too close than Thor remembered his brother would like. He was even more surprised to see that Loki didn’t seem to be bothered, he seemed pleased, even. 

When the bill was called, the sweet lady had said it was on the house. The pair of you insisted on paying, but she wouldn’t hear it; she simply waved you off as she scurried back to the counter. 

“I’ve never seen that happen before,” mumbled Thor. 

“Looks like he takes after his brother more than he’d like to admit,” said the lady, scribbling over a receipt that Thor deduced was yours. 

Loki caught the tinge of embarrassment in your face. You flipped through your wallet to leave a tip, he stopped you with a raised hand, telling you he’d make sure they would be properly compensated. 

“It seems only right, I mean you’ve gone the extra mile just showing me around the place,” you reason out. 

In turn, he chuckles, “I am still very much a prince, remember?”

The sun was long gone from the horizon when you made your way back to the car. You had reassured Loki that you would be alright on your own, but he was persistemt on accompanying you. There was guilt somewhere in your nerves that you were possibly steering him away from his responsibilities, but the moment you voiced this he only asked you where you had parked. When you pointed in its direction, he simply walked ahead of you, making you take wider strides to match his pace. 

“It’s a shame we missed the sunset. There are times when I realise I take it for granted,” he says softly.

“Well, all the more reason for me to come back,” you shrug. 

There is a giddy feeling in his chest and he tries to bite back a smile. When he fails in doing so, he tilts his head towards the ground.  

The lights of your car blink, the doors unlocking with the push of a button. He makes his way to the passenger seat, settling the basket of fruit he had gathered earlier onto the seat. He tells you  it’s an offering of thanks from the people of New Asgard.

The engine hums to life, but you stay there for a moment to let it warm up. Loki knocks on your window before lowering himself to meet your gaze as you roll the glass down. 

“Any way I’ll know when you plan to return?”

“I thought you liked surprises.” You lean closer to your window, giving him a smug grin. 

“That I do,” he chuckles. 

It does not take you long to return for a second time, then a third, then you stopped counting by the eighth. There was always somewhere new to visit even in such a small community, perhaps it was because you were lucky to have scored  quite the resourceful guide. 

Your itinerary would change every time, if you had any at all. Most times you would visit with nothing but the camera, sometimes with a little trinket from home to leave as a token. What remained constant was the basket of fruit Loki would always leave in your car before you parted ways for the time being. A reminder that there was always at least one person waiting there for you. 

In the weeks you had not returned, visitors steadily came and went. Slowly, they grew in frequency and number, but you were still nowhere to be found. Thor began to question why Loki seemed to have his eyes incessantly on the crowd, at times even greeting them by the entrance before quickly making his leave when he didn’t find what he was looking for. 

One afternoon, Thor used the back entrance to the restaurant you and Loki had eaten in. From the counter, he spotted his brother on the very same table, flipping through his book with several, identical cups sprawled before him, the cup he was sipping on was the same, too. The lady behind the counter noticed Thor’s confusion as she laughed sheepishly. 

“He’s been doing that these past few weeks.”

“The drinking or the reading?” Thor crossed his arms, his gaze still tethered to his brother. The lady laughs in response. 

“A bit of both; nothing to be concerned about. I think it’s the same drink that girl had ordered for both of them when she first visited.”

Thor hums, the scrutiny in his eyes leaving for the most part. “In that case, I fear if she doesn’t return anytime soon, my brother will end up reverting to his old ways.”

The hanging bells by the front entrance jingle as a family of four steps through the threshold. The daughter is the first to spot Loki, and Thor swallows a lump in his throat when she quickly invades Loki’s personal space. He gives her a look, close to a glare, but the tension in his face leaves when the girl lifts her phone to his face, speaking enthusiastically about something on the screen. 

It was the picture you had taken of him all those weeks ago.

The young girl continued scrolling through the other pictures you had posted as she told him how excited she was to visit New Asgard because of the photographs you had captured. 

“It’s as beautiful as she described it! I don’t think I’ll be able to leave!”

“Now, now. Careful what you wish for, you’ll leave your parents hanging.” Loki chuckles, patting the girl on the head. He points a finger at her family as they give him a bashful smile. 

“I just can’t believe our tour is over. I want to come back soon, and hopefully she’ll be here too!” The girl says wistfully, crossing her arms. “And you must be the good friend she had made during her time here! Prince… Mister? Mister. Mister Loki?”

“Good friend?”

“She said something about how nice the people here were, but she seemed to favour... someone. You were the only one with a solo shot on any of her posts.” As she spoke, she went through the photo reel, making sure Loki could see properly. 

“She says she wants to come back as soon as she figured things out.”

“Going through a rough patch then, I suppose?”

She shrugs, “Probably, she doesn’t really talk about her life outside the pictures.”

By the middle range of the reel, he caught a glimpse of his photo. It was truly distinguishable compared to the group photos, view,s and other candids you had taken. Then the last photo was one of the basket he had left on your seat, this time it sat on what looked like a dining table. 

“Julia,” called the mother, gesturing to the girl to come over as they readied their takeaway bags. She waves at Loki, skipping towards her family with childlike glee. 

He watches as they leave, worrying his lip. He swirls the drink in his hands, basking in its aroma that he had very quickly learned to associate with you. He remembered the questioning look he’d given you when your drink was served. After taking a sip, you had pushed the cup over to him until he relented and gave it a try. 

From an ample distance, Thor shifts his weight and makes an accidental sound. It’s only then that Loki realises he is being watched. 

He places the cup on the table as he stands in slow movements. And to Thor’s surprise, he smiles at him. 

It was early into the evening, and nights had been growing colder. It did not stop the children from chasing each other down the roads, or the pleasant old man from reading through his novel as he sat on the lone bench under the streetlight. 

It certainly didn’t stop Loki from thinking about you; in fact, it had made him forget everything else, even for just a while. His mind, usually brimming with ideas, running at several thousand miles by the second, would know a few moments of peace when he would remember you; the warmth he could almost feel through his memories. He digs his hands into his pockets, watching as his breath leaves its trails in the cold air. He remembered the girl’s words; in that moment he wanted nothing more than to find you and offer a helping hand. 

The walk home was silent, save for the sound of leaves being crushed in his wake. He nears his cabin as the hedges come into view. He glides his fingertips against its leaves, remembering your fascination for them. 

The memories enveloped him into a bittersweet embrace, drowning out his senses, so he doesn’t immediately pick up on the sound of a camera’s shutter. 

He spins around, defensively positioning himself towards the source. 

“Sorry,” you mumble sheepishly, flinging your camera’s strap over the shoulder and shoving your hands into your coat pockets. “Got caught in traffic, was I disturbing you… again?” As you spoke, Loki walked towards you slowly, as though you’d scatter into the wind if he were too rash. 

“No, no, never,” he whispered earnestly. 

“Well, it’s been a while,” you beam

He looks down at the hand you offered him, clasping his own firmly around yours. But something in him breaks and he tugs on your arm, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he pulls you into an embrace. “It has,” he says. “Tell me everything.”

His arms tighten around you when you return the gesture. “I will. Maybe after finding a place to stay for the night.”

He chuckles heartily. You pull away from his arms, but keep your hands on his sides. “Go get your things, I’ll arrange the spare mattress,” he says before quirking an eyebrow. “Unless you were having other plans?”

You swat at his shoulder playfully before following him to the front door. You’re about to tell him you could probably find yourself a small inn to stay out of his hair, but he anticipated that already, telling you not to worry about it before you could even open your mouth to speak. 

When the lights are opened, he is graced with the familiar look of awe on your face. If you had donned that reaction to his chambers back on Asgard, perhaps he would have understood; but his place here was like any other mortal home. It was wood, warm lights dimly illuminating his bookshelves and the few paintings hanging on the walls, a cozy carpet with a couch on each side, a small coffee table in the middle; not without a remarkably tall stack of books on it. 

Curiously, you take a hold of the topmost book, idly flipping through its pages when something catches your eye.

“What’s this?” You carefully peel it from the page, it’s rough and evidently worn down by time. It’s also a memorable shade of yellow; though now it seemed to have dulled by time. 

“Oh.”

You lift the dried flower towards the light to admire it, at the same time Loki returns with two cups of warm drinks. When he sees what you are holding, he quickly settles the cups onto the coffee table. You could almost see his mind going to work, trying to find an excuse for keeping such a feeble thing; he eventually decides against it.

“It makes a really good bookmark,” he mumbles. 

“I can tell.”

You return it to its page and place the book back on its stack, taking your seat on the couch. Loki waits for you to hold your cup before he takes his and you blow some air into the drink.

The first thing you see when you lift your gaze is the look of enthrallment from the only other person in the room. For a second, the cup in his hands seems to be too hot; but he quickly recovers, narrowly avoiding dropping it to the ground.

Perhaps now he understood how you seemed so fascinated by the most mundane things, how the most common occurrences ignite that spark within your eyes. It took weeks of your absence to realise how much of his time alive he had taken for granted. Like his time on Asgard, he never realised how important some things were until they were taken away.

Thankfully you were not one of those things. You always came back as you said you would, but your time apart from him would give him ample time to ponder on this.

Now that you were there before him, in his home, Loki knew he would learn to hold on to what he loved, no matter how fleeting time would be for them.

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Afternote: Writer's block while writing a longform fic = write a oneshot.

I am very much open to your thoughts and comments! :))

[samisannn]

!THOUGHTS/RELATIONSHIPS!

Long post...

♡THE BROTHERS♡

Thoughts on each other:

Lucifer to Asami :

Despite being very expressive, she can be very vague, too. You can never tell if she's lying or not, sometimes.. She's like a Beel and Mammon combination. My money is gone in an instant..

Asami to Lucifer :

He's scarily freaky??? And to be honest, if I was him. I would've done what he did with Belphie. Because Belphie disagreed with the future demon king, Diavolo's plan. Who knows what would've happen to him. He's understandable and just protective of his brothers. He loves them.

Mammon to Asami :

Annoying! Ya' hear me!? She's so blunt and oblivious at the same time. How can a human be both? She's frustrating! She won't even tell me how she won that jockpot in the lottery. I swear she got like some lucky charm in her or sum'.

Asami to Mammon :

Bro's acting like I'm not spoiling him. He's my lucky charm. I guess what Satan and Asmo said was true when they mentioned the fact that a person will get money in their way if mamon liked them. Which is funny. He's so easily flustered and jealous that he can compete with Levi for the avatar of envy.. I mean, maybe that's some kind of part of him being the avatar of greed. He piss me off sometimes when he tries to trick me.

Levi to Asami :

She's really like me, and she understands me. Can you believe that normie watches anime like me, too? She's so passionate when it comes to an anime or whatever that she really likes, and I like how she understands me. She's my best friend! Though I don't think she feels the same way, cause I'm just a useless shut in otaku! Why would she like a worthless nobody like me?? [He rambled for a few hours...]

Asami to Levi :

I'm happy that I finally have someone to talk anime to after being alone for like about five years or so.. though, I don't like how he can make any situation or words or something be negative.. and personally, I don't like negativity.. but he's an exception, I guess... he's really cute when he rambles.

Satan to Asami :

She sends me cat videos and reads books with me..I'm surprised she still has a brain after hanging out a lot with Mammon.. lt's strange and also... amazing that her pranks on Lucifer always works??? Like how? lt's not like it's grand or anything, just simple and subtle prank, but it works... I gotta ask her for advice...

Asami to Satan :

I adore him! I'm a cat person too, and l really love sending cat vids to him. His books are totally amazing, though I don't like how messy his room is, Surprisingly, he knows where to find a specific book in that room, it's cool in a way. He says he hates Lucifer, but we all know he doesn't.

Asmo to Asami :

She's such a cutie, but l'm more cute, of course. she literally rocks any outfit. She could be a model with those thighs!!l She lets me do her nails, but she doesn't want any other color than what she has on, odd. She gets my vibes and cheers me on! She makes me feel tingly and excited whenever she compliments me! [We have to cut off what he said for the next two hours..]

Asami to Asmo :

The gorguesest man l've even met... Is that even a word? Anyway, but if you had to make me choose on who's the most hottest between him and any other people/ demons/angels?? I'd choose him. He's the embodiment of lust, so he gets freaky sometimes.. I sometimes match his freak. but not so often. Though I'm confused about how he can tell whenever I'm ovulating, he's like a period tracker... like what...? Anyway, If I had the money, I would plaster his beautiful face all over devildom.

Beel to Asami :

Her cooking is really good, she could be a chef with her skills. I love her cooking. She instantly gets how to make my favorites. Her sleepwear choices makes me flustered... I don't mind, though. She looks good... I really like her... [He continues to talk about different dishes that Asami cooks that he likes.]

Asami to Beel :

Food partner!l He eats anything I make it makes me happy. He really gives good restaurants and diner suggestions, if l get paid in my jobs, I will bring him food. I get the others something, too... Our first interaction was embarrassing because it was nighttime, and I was hungry. Thinking everyone was asleep, I headed to the kitchen with only an oversized jacket, and he was there. The clothes overed my whole body, but still. never again. He's adorable, though...

Belphie to Asami :

I can tell that she still hasn't forgiven me for what I did, and I don't blame her. But despite that, she lets me cuddle with her and watch the stars with her... Many can say that she's very expressive, but sometimes, you can't really tell what she's thinking. She always has this familiar look on her face.. regret? Loneliness?? Her eyes say different emotions, and I want to ask her, I really do. But I have a feeling she doesn't want to talk about it.

Asami to Belphie :

It's true that I still haven't forgiven him for what he did... I mean, he unalived me, who would forgive that in an instant..or at all?? Though, he is a lovely person, he's just blinded by his rage towards human after their incident... maybe I hate him a little because he reminds me so much of G-.... I love how fluffy his hair is, makes me want to shave him bald and make his hair my pillow.

[tartagliove]

hi zebra!!! i hope you don’t mind me asking you a little question about you & tartaglia — i was wondering what drew you to him & what your fav traits of his are? do you have a particular dynamic in mind for you both? 🤭💗

i hope you’re having a wonderful sunday, make sure to keep warm !!!!

VANA HIIII!! it's always so good to see you hehe c: thank youuu, I'm having a lovely day and the sun was shining brightly despite the cold so it was very nice! I hope your Sunday (both the day and the character heh) has been wonderful too!!

oooh these are fun questions! okok so when the archon quest for Liyue came out, as soon as Tartaglia appeared with his "hey girlie, hold still!" I was all o.o and •///• so initially I liked him from the start because he's pretty, sounds nice, and he isn't the biggest Signora fan LAKSJDFAJKDSF (me too, ugh I detested her when she beat Venti up). also he just has really good dialogue and banter with Traveler and I oughhhhh kaljdflkajdsfljasf answering your questions might knock me out

anyway!! I love that Tartaglia is very loyal! I feel like very few people have his loyalty (the Tsaritsa and his family mainly) but once they earn it he would do anything for them. I love that he wants to become stronger and stronger so he always enjoys a fight, especially against strong opponents. and that bloodthirstiness contrasted with his love for his family?? ugh my heart. he adores his family and takes care of them as best as he can even though he's far away on missions. he writes the sweetest letters to his siblings.

soooo that brings me to the dynamic between me and Ajax!! from the moment we meet there's a lot of teasing and banter between us. a lot of pushing each other to be better. once we get to know each other and trust is formed, we become very loyal to each other despite Ajax's occupation. I'm a source of comfort to him from all the things he has to do for the Tasritsa's goals. (idk if you've heard of Epic the Musical but we're literally Odysseus and Penelope especially in the song "would you fall in love with me again".) Ajax returns and confesses the things he's had to do and every time he wonders if I'd stop loving him because of the blood on his hands and I reassure him every time that I choose him!!! ugh I'm going to cry alkdfjasdf so onto lighter things, we fit the fox x bunny dynamic very much hehe. he's a little meaner and teasing and loves to see my reactions and I'll give it back as best as I can! but he can fluster me a lot more easily >u< his face is too pretty...

[laswells-ashtray]

Regarding my last thing, I feel as if the others also have stuff they can all of a sudden do when they're blackout drunk.

Mac can all of a sudden do ballet. I mean he becomes a fucking prima ballerina kinda thing. Mans not flexible AT ALL sober, but as soon as he's drunk, man is all of a sudden naturally flexible, dancing like a ballerina.

Kate ends up juggling. Not even something easy, no, drunk as fuck she can fucking juggle alcohol bottles, any type any shape kinda thing. the bottles ain't even empty, most still being full or at least half full.The limit doesn't even stop at 3, she can do like 5-6 bottles. No one who was there to witness her juggling knows what's her limit on juggling alcohol bottles, they were too scared she was gonna end up dropping, breaking, and waste the alcohol in the bottles to go further on it.

Sarah ends up somehow doing split jump. She doesn't get blackout drunk often, she likes to pace herself and be able to remember the fun night. But one night she was just absolutely blasted and full on going for it. Kate was scared she was gonna hurt herself, that's her pretty wife come on! But her eyes were bulging out of her sockets when Sarah all of a sudden just ran into a perfect spilt jump. Wasn't even a forward spilt jump, it was a middle split jump. Kate tries to get Sarah to show her it again when she's sober, but when she is, Sarah can't even do any of the splits.

Nik, ballroom dancing. I don't know, but something about such a tough man being blackout drunk all of a sudden knowing how to ballroom dance does something. Man can't even do a regular dance sober either, he's got two left feet. When he's blackout drunk, he just yanks Price and starts ballroom dancing with him, leading him. Price will be confused, flustered, and just turned on while Nik is just all smiles leading him on the floor.

Sorry for ranting! I just zoned out throughout the day and figured out what the others could all of a sudden do while blasted

Oh, I like this. When I'm drunk I gain the ability to post weird, horny and utterly shameless AleRudy content.

John has an old phone that he keeps solely because it's full of old, grainy videos of one Captain MacMillan in a positively beautiful pirouette. There's a wet stain on his shirt from someone knocking into him while he was holding a pint, and his hair is a little fucked from a small incident in which he wrestled Nikolai to prove a point but he looks truly glorious. Mac has no memory of ever even watching ballet, his ability to dance is lost on them all but they're too scared that if he tries to learn it naturally then it'll stop being as good when he's drunk.

Kate actually learned how to juggle when she was a kid, she taught herself but throughout the years completely forgot about it because when you're a kid, if you're the kid that juggles then you're weird. When she's drunk? Everyone fucking loves it, John loves showing off her drunken juggling skills to people. On one occasion Nikolai bet a cocky man that Kate could juggle better than him, the man insisted that some "little blonde" couldn't juggle better than him, Hell, she's a fucking woman. Nikolai made $25 that night and spent it all on Kate's drinks.

Sarah is the type of drunk where if you leave her alone for too long, she's gonna find a stranger and show them her cool splits trick. She has been wrangled away from strangers by Kate, John, Nikolai and even Mac on one of the three occasions that she's met him. Kate will just drag her away with an arm around her waist. John uses Kate as a ploy. "There's some fella over here flirting with Kate." Nikolai will just pick up Sarah and walk away with her, they are friends and he's passed being polite about it. The one time MacMillan had to drag her away from a stranger, he did it because for once this wasn't some kind stranger, it was someone with bad intentions and Sarah was a little too plastered to see it. He gently guided her away with a kind hand on her shoulder, glowering at the stranger as they walked away. "C'mon, hen. Yer lassies looking fir ye."

Nikolai will ballroom dance with John and not only that, he'll dip him and smooch him. It scares the tits off of John a little every time because he always wonders is this the time where Nikolai will be too drunk and drop him but he never does. People are amazed to see it, because Nikolai moves with the fluidity of water flowing. He's graceful, agile and he's glorious.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

I need a one shot of the final fight, when Luci shapeshifts into the octopus, and wraps around Adam- only to feel his curves under his huge robe.

Which flustered Adam. At first, Lucifer is so confused so he wants to see more. He might get a little handsy, trying to put some of his tentacles under his robe, while the others fighter around his waist.

He gets frustrated by Adams squirming, so he throws him to the ground, changing back to himself, lucifer flys above him.

Maybe he takes him back to his mansion for a serious talk 👀👀

God this has been in here a while, sorry! But I've got you.

Adam: I WILL FUCKING END YOU!!

Adam and Lucifer were fighting up in the sky above everyone else as they also fought off the other angel exorcists.

Lucifer changed into an octopus and wrapped all 8 arms around Adam. Adam yelped, not expecting the devil to wrap him up like this.

What Lucifer didn't expect when he grabbed Adam was........ How curvaceous he was. What the fuck when did that happen? He was so thin in Eden but now......

He needs a better feel. It could just be the robes.

Adam: H-Hey what the fuck are you- AHH!!

What the fuck was he doing with his tentacles!?!

Adam squirmed and tried to get away, what the fuck was his deal and why was he sticking his tentacles up his robes!?!

Lucifer growled, why can't Adam just stay still? If he wants to have it his way then fine.

The Devil threw Adam to the ground and changed back flying after him. Adam groaned when he hit the ground, hime removed what was left of his mask and saw Lucifer hovering above him.

He felt himself falling again and he landed on something soft? What?

Adam: What the fuck!?

Lucifer pinned him to the bed: Listen buddy, this is long overdue and you know it.

Adam: Lucifer.

Lucifer: Now, let me see what we're dealing with. Since when did you get so curvey?~

Adam flushed: Sh-shut up!

Lucifer: Nah, but we are going to spend a lot of time together. Talking and not talking.~

Adam would never admit it but he really enjoyed the not talking part of being with Lucifer a lot.

(That's all I got! Sorry)

[pipitwrites]

more not fic...

charles as a cupid-like figure who has always been diligent at his job, helping humans find their love matches. he is good at his job because he believes in love and the importance of cupids, but lately he feels like there's something missing... an aching emptiness inside of him…

and then one day he gets a new assignment. one pierre gasly from rouen, france.

charles watches him, as he does with all his subjects, to get to know him. this is how charles can figure out how to match pierre with his perfect person. being a good cupid is being able to understand the depths of a human’s heart, their very soul in order to find a match for them. but... after days to weeks of watching pierre, charles finds it increasingly difficult to find the perfect love match for pierre. no one he finds seems to be lively or vibrant enough.

charles keeps following pierre though, watching him, studying him, absolutely fascinated. until one day pierre looks straight at him in the cafe where he likes to get his morning coffee and a little pastry for breakfast. charles startles (humans aren’t supposed to be able to see him) but he immediately convinces himself that he must be imagining things.

so he settles back into his little corner table, cheek resting against his hand so he can look at pierre’s profile, his strong jaw and thick brows… until pierre looks up at him again. “you should take a picture,” pierre says, laughing, “it’ll last longer.”

charles looks around, but there’s no one but him in that corner and when he turns back forward again... pierre is still laughing (charles, of course, looks very beautiful with his big doe eyes going even wider with alarm).

“you are talking to me?” charles asks, shocked.

pierre raises his eyebrows. “what other pretty boys are staring at me so intensely in this cafe?”

charles’s cheeks heat up immediately, flustered at being caught… and at being called pretty. he finally smiles back at pierre, embarrassed, but pierre’s laughter is infectious. pierre gestures at charles to come over to his table and join him. charles can’t resist.

pierre offers to buy charles a drink which charles cautiously accepts, saying he’ll have what pierre is having (he doesn’t know what to pick bc he’s never had a human drink before). he takes a slow sip before coughing at the bitterness.

“not an espresso fan?” pierre asks and charles makes a face. he doesn’t want to be rude but… “of course let me get you something else.”

pierre comes back with a fresh cup and swaps the drinks so he has the rejected coffee and charles takes the new cup and—oh. he makes a little noise without meaning to, his whole body curling inward. it’s divine.

“so you like sweet things, just like you,” pierre teases and charles nearly upends his hot chocolate.

of course, charles knew pierre is something of a flirt, he’s been watching pierre for weeks now, studying him. but it’s different to be directly on the receiving end of that, all of pierre’s attention focused on him. on the flip side, pierre is also fascinated by how... sheltered charles seems to be, although charles occasionally says such funny things like an old character in an old book.

he asks charles if he’s from paris...? and charles hastily answers that he’s just visiting... “for work,” he adds after a long pause. pierre waits but charles doesn’t say anything more so he ends up filling in the silence with talk about his classes and his parttime job and his hometown—all things charles already knows about from studying pierre, but he listens closely anyway, attentive.

“i’ve been here a few years now,” pierre finally says, “if you want, i can show you around…”

“if you don’t mind,” charles says, all bright eyes and dimpled smiles, even though he’s seen paris since the days of haussmann.

so they have the most lovely day running around paris… and charles gets to try all the pastries he’s been curious about and walk down the bustling streets and smell the roses in the public gardens and go nto shops to touch all the different kinds of clothes and. it suddenly hits charles.

he wasn’t having trouble finding a match for pierre just because there was no one out there who would be compatible with pierre—there are plenty of perfectly nice, lovely people in paris.

it’s because he doesn’t want to give pierre up. he doesn’t want to be the one to turn pierre’s gaze with a secret, invisible touch towards some random human boy or girl. some stranger who isn’t charles.

“is there something wrong? are you cold?” pierre asks because he can feel charles tremble next to him. the sun has begun to set and it’s windy up high in this part of the city. he takes off his jacket and moves to put it around charles’s shoulders but charles grabs onto the front of his shirt.

“kiss me,” charles says out of the blue, but he sounds so desperate, and pierre can’t have that.

so pierre kisses charles, all wrapped up in pierre’s own jacket and clinging to pierre. it’s the kind of kiss that you see in the movies, slow and deep and perfect, and pierre can’t even stop to be surprised at how well they fit against each other. when they finally part, he can’t resist sneaking back in for one last soft little peck against charles’s swollen pink lips.

pierre laughs to himself a bit in surprise and charles looks at him curiously.

“it’s weird, i know we only just met, but i feel like i’ve known you for much longer that,” pierre explains, breathless. he’s still riding off the high of their kiss that it takes him a moment to realize that charles has gone stiff in his arms.

“what is it?” pierre asks, worried that he freaked out charles by being too forward, but charles shakes his head, pulling away.

“i’m sorry,” charles says, eyes wide and pained. “i should not have done that.”

“wait—” pierre tries to hold on but charles has already slipped out of pierre’s jacket, pushing it back into his arms.

“it was wrong of me,” charles says. “i should not have done that to you.”

pierre is so confused and he wants to protest that charles did nothing wrong, but charles just—disappears. one moment he’s there and the next he’s gone.

charles pops back into whatever magical realm he and the other minor deities and spirits exist on when he’s not amongst humans. he shouldn’t have kissed pierre. it goes against all the rules of being a cupid. he shouldn't have even been seen—how did pierre even see him in the first place???

(( the answer is the depth of emotion–human emotion–charles was experiencing for the first time allowed him to be seen by humans ))

(( love ))

[daily-hanamura]