#c: santo

[d3mon-ology]

𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝚄𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙲𝙳𝙸𝙲𝙺'𝚂 𝙾𝙽 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙽𝚃 & 𝟾 𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 𖤐 ࿐ྀུ

[ PT. 1 ] A scene from the project FOR THE BIRDS. 2023 Birdie and Santo are on their commute to Birdie's place of employment, McDonald's.

PROJECT: For The Birds— A poetry-prose story told from multiple perspectives of how a time-traveling, femme-leaning bisexual ends the world in 2023. [ portions of this were also written into a prologue one-shot for the 1x1 STRAY CATS ]

THE BIRDIES — 2023

Birdie’s temple was pressed into her fist, recalling the cross-eyed look on her mother’s face from the evening before. This was why she woke up late.

To the right of the idling FJ60 “Land Cruiser” sat slumped a car wash’s marquee sign. It read “Small Wins Add Up,” and Birdie gave it a once-over.

It was a stupid, useless sign. Still, she found herself smiling, imagining some man with a hump on his back who’s spent the past forty years at this fuckin’ car wash. He worked his way up to owning the joint, and in the midst of all the world’s sewage, the general B.S., and his crappy life, he’d thought it was worth it to remind everyone, especially himself, that it wasn’t all bullshit. That his crappy life equated to something quite lovely.

Instead, Birdie was insulted. 

❝Look at that,❞ Santo said to break the silence of their morning commute. 

❝Yeah. Guess they were feelin’ positive.❞ 

❝Maybe.❞ He shrugged minutely and pulled a vapor rip from his Breeze. The smell of synthetic fruity pebbles filled the car. He had this habit of holding it like a cigarette. It was one of his goofier and more charming traits, the kind that tended to catch Birdie off guard.

As they passed a strip mall, Santo asked, ❝Hear about the Burger Kings closing?❞

She shook her head.

❝400 employees.❞

❝Shit.❞

She frowned in a temporary way that showed she wasn’t able to think about shit like that right now.

❝Another Norfolk-Southern crash too.❞ 

❝Oh yeah? Where?❞

❝Just a coupla miles from here.❞

❝Oh.❞

❝Yeah.❞

Birdie yawned but said nothing else. Seconds became longer and intolerable, stretching and condensing.

Finally, “Did you hear about what happened in Florida?❞

❝What’s that?” 

❝Like with Ron DeSantis? The photos of him in drag?❞

❝Yeah?❞ 

❝Yeah.❞ 

❝Cool, I guess.❞

❝Really?❞ 

Silence settled as Birdie looked cautiously before making her left turn. Santo coughed and asked, ❝You goin’ to the baby shower on Saturday?❞ 

She looked at him bleakly before flipping back at the road. The baby shower was for the daughter of a friend of her mom and his dad. It was celebrations like these that had brought Santo and Birdie back from the brink before.

❝Maybe.❞ 

He nodded and fiddled with the bottom of his lip. A horn honked and she didn’t flinch. Still, he watched her and waited for her to say something other than the tepid response she’d given to a very simple question. 

Birdie sighed and filled the silence. ❝I know you've gone cold-turkey on your fam 'cause of what your dad said, but I'm giving Torro a hug and a kiss anyways.❞ There was a non-verbal cue she sent with this statement. She wanted to know how he felt about his sister being there.

❝Tell her I said hi.❞ His voice was smooth and pitched low.

He was being unfair to her.

She was being unfair to him.

He didn't see what was right in front of him.

She didn't see what was right in front of her.

Her nails itched at her temple, and he noted the achy look to her strict jaw. A crumpling sound filled the silence as Santo scratched his scalp.

He asked, ❝So are you gonna talk about what’s botherin’ you?❞

❝Am I really that obvious?❞ There was an illusion of a joke based on her quick scoff, but he knew better. 

He smiled all the same, as he tended to do when he ticked her off. ❝I woke up to you kicking your boots around and yelling at me to get up.❞

❝Don’t bum it on my couch then, if it’s such an issue.❞ 

At this next red light, she sat up straighter, gripped the wheel tighter, and set her brows in a wobbly line. She tried not looking at him but at the road instead.

❝Don’t be like that.❞ It came out as a melodramatic whimper, but it caught her attention enough for her brown eyes to meet his. 

He leaned over, so casual, and pressed his pointer finger down onto the bunched up middle where her brows met. It moved with a gentleness that was ill fitting on him to anyone else who knew him.

Ronnie’s seen him do this once or twice, especially as of late. She and Birdie had moved in together, Santo sticking to the dorms because that’s what his scholarship paid for. They’d taken to these “Hermit Crab Parties” where the three of them would get high together and spend a lazy night-in. Since these evenings first came to be, there was a small fear that began within Santo — that perhaps he was on the way out. The pair (Santo and Birdie) knew of this fear, had been dancing around the Ronnie-shaped weight developing above them. They’d been avoiding certain strains, like this type of touch, as a result. 

The first time Ronnie was a witness to this affectionate act, her unending gaze narrowed, and her pupils became the seeds of concern, doubt, and a little something like envy. Ronnie always looks at people intensely, but when she saw Santo commit himself fully to this act of affection, and so easily too, she watched him with careful curiosity. It was the first time she acted concerned for Birdie, for Santo a bit too, and she preferred not to leave them alone whenever she could. For Birdie, there was a constant reminder that the situation, the friendship, would boil down to whether or not she could say anything to Ronnie, to Josie, and to Santo about what any of these sweetnesses meant. Birdie couldn’t, though. She was just trying to get up in the morning and to get to work in one piece.

The truth that Birdie is keenly aware of is that Ronnie isn’t a girl outside of Santo’s reach. Birdie knew this yesterday, as he so casually pushed back against what was bothering her. Birdie knew it this morning. Birdie has known it ever since Ronnie saw him touch her face and learned that Santo was a worthy boy. Birdie will not do anything about this though. 

We do not judge this Birdie for being selfish.

She wants to keep his little idiosyncrasies, his secrets, and his darkly intimate thoughts to herself. Santo, the unknowable. Santo, Birdie’s closest friend. These facts are seemingly contradictory. The three of them have never been that kind to each other in the years since Ronnie came to Michigan, at least not overtly. None of them could stomach it. Whatever they did to care about each other, they did it discreetly. 

Naturally, it is addicting to keep Ronnie and all their other friends wondering what, about homely ‘ole Birdie, merited such uncharacteristic sweetness. It is addicting to have it be so discreet that Birdie and Santo long ago ate each other’s souls and learned all there is to know. It is addicting to have this fact bleed out over time and to watch it to melt away what seemed so contradictory. It is addicting to the point where Birdie has to hide it because it is too close to the giddiness that Jacqueline gave, the kindness her mother shows, the prize that Josie promises, the loyalty Ronnie offers, or the safety her father gave. It is addicting to wake up and know, almost certainly, that there is someone there when she gets up in the morning.

We do not judge this Birdie for being selfish. 

We want her to eat every soul. 

We want her to end the world.

Most all, we want change.

BIRDIE — 2023

I looked at Santo softly as he smoothed the knitted, knotted place my brows met. “You’ve had this scowl on your face since I woke up this morning,” he murmured.

The light changed. My head snapped forward. His hand, with dried cracks filled with oil from his hours spent working on his bike, remained in the air. His eyes lingered, like his hand. I shrugged and smiled a thin line.

❝I got a shit critique on my midterm for my Oils class.❞ 

❝Hm.❞ He dug out some gunk from his nails. ❝That sucks.❞

I nodded, throat velvet and heavy, and gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles. He stopped watching me drive and looked out the window instead. 

(This was why Ronnie didn’t leave them alone.)

❝The one who keeps giving you all that trouble?❞

I nodded. ❝I don’t think he likes me❞ I scrunch my nose. ❝Or whatever.❞

He laughed. ❝And why’s that?❞

❝I sent him an email once, explaining my artistic thesis.❞

A chuckle. ❝And what’s that?❞

❝To make something that is out of the ordinary, thus eliciting something out of the ordinary.❞

He was still laughing. ❝You’re kidding, right?❞

❝Shut up. I know it’s dumb❞

❝No, no. I think it’s cool, but you also sound like you were higher than a kite. I know I’m not smart, but to me its like word soup.❞

❝Exactly. He thinks I’m fake with no technical skill.❞

❝What I mean is he isn’t thinking that deeply about you.❞

I reached over, pawing for his hand, but he handed me his vape, either not understanding or unwilling to give me what I wanted. I chucked it back at him, dropping it in his lap. 

Instead, rolling down the window and plucking an American Spirit from my pack, I lit up and took a drag. 

Finally, throat raw, I asked, ❝But isn’t that worse?❞

A breeze trickled in, undulating with spring. The weather was so uncharacteristically lovely, I’d forgotten it was February. The air was chilled but tempered by the sun, which bore down and gave the world that fresh smell that laundry soap could only imitate. I had taken a deep breath because that type of air tends to energize my soul and set my dopamine receptors on fire. Instead of making me feel alive, my brain thought about ending things before it got worse. This morning, I woke up to snow, reinforcing the feeling from yesterday that something was wrong. I knew this though, so I let the feeling pass like a ship in the night, the way my therapist taught me to.

Santo brought up a different, needlesome boat. ❝What? You want him to be out for you?❞

❝Maybe.❞

We pulled into the McDonald's parking lot.

This was why Ronnie didn’t leave us alone.

graphic is by me. center image from Sir! Magazine (1957), background image from Tumblr.

[ritadcsc]

Perdoa os pecados que te confessei, Perdoa os pecados secretos que não enxerguei; Ó guia-me, ama-me, e sê meu protetor, Querido, amado Senhor. Amém.

C. Maude Battersby citada por Sara Leone em A coroa do seu marido

[girlwhodoeskratom]

Carmen Marc Valvo Fall/Winter, 2000 Ready-to-Wear

[that-soccer-guru]

Goals this, debut that, yahda yah CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS MOMENT.

"mira quien me viene a saludar!!!!"

look at who's coming to say hi!!!!

"con una de sus estrellas que esta aca mismo! Qué tal, como estuvo el partido?"

here we are with one of the team's stars! How was the game?

"felicidades!" "Muchas gracias gorda. Vine a saludarla, ella me abandono!"

Congrats!

Thank you, honey. I'm just here to say hi, did you know she abandoned me!?

"Hablabas de ella y ahi llego!"

"Si es que estamos conectadas!"

You were talking about her and here she is!

Haha I know, it's because we're connected!

COLOMBIA WON BY 2 GOALS, NO ONE DIED, AND WE GOT SOME DEICY SHOTS? Living bro. I am LIVING

[rf-interactive]

What would the ro’s do for a mc that got drunk and told the ro’s to get their hands off them because there in a relationship but their dating the ro sorry if this is not good English is not my first language

Roman has been chasing you around the gala for what feels like a lifetime. Every time he thinks he finally has you, you slip away, surprisingly nimble for how drunk you are. It's been a long night of rubbing elbows and pleading his cause with the rich and elite, and all he wants is to go home and fall in bed with you by his side, if only you would stop running.

"MC, please," he begs as he catches up to you. Your eyes are barely open and your arms are wrapped a marble pillar, hanging onto it like it's the only thing keeping you upright. Which, it probably is. He reaches out to gently grasp your elbow. "Let's go home."

"Hands off, rich boy!" You shake him off, the movement making you slide down the pillar somewhat. "I'm taken! Off the market! Comprendere?"

He raises an eyebrow at you, amused by your antics and uncaring of the scene you're probably causing. Half the attendees have left and the other half are just as drunk as you anyway. "What are you on about?"

"My boyfriend," you huff indignantly, your words slurred. "He's here somewhere. Go look! He's the handsomest of the bunch... can't miss 'im!"

A smile unfolds on his face and he feels his face getting warm at the compliment. He's well aware he's a good looking man, but it always feel special when he hears it from you. It's like he's hearing it for the first time every time.

You've made it halfway to the floor now and again he reaches for you. "Why don't I take you to him? I know he misses you." You don't try to fight him as he helps pull you to your feet. You mumble something he can't quite make out as you slump down onto him, your nose pressed into his neck. He blushes and hugs you close, making sure to keep a tight grip on you as he leads the way out. He doesn't want you to run again.

Nadia looks around the room, her eyes scanning over the faces of dozens of Agents in search of yours. When she suggested throwing a Christmas party, she didn't think this many off duty Agents would show, especially you even though she knows that's silly to think. Who can resist free food, drinks and gifts? And though you can't show off your relationship in public, she was glad to have you here and supporting her efforts.

Finally she finds you sitting by yourself in the corner, swaying to the music with an empty glass in your hand. From where she stands, she can already tell you're in too deep and need to be rescued. She excuses herself from the conversation she's in and quickly makes her way over.

"MC?" she says softly, hoping to not startle you. "Are you okay?"

"S'good," you reply as you raise your glass to your lips only to then look down at it in confusion when you find it empty. "Where'd it go?"

She snorts and gently pries the glass from you to place it on a nearby table. "I think you've had enough," she says as she takes your hand. "Let's get you home."

"No, I can't leave!" You shake your head vehemently and pull your hand from hers. "I can't go without Nadia."

She sighs. "MC, I'm Nadia."

"Listen, lady; you're very pretty but I need to find my girlfriend." You spin around, desperately looking for her in the sea of faces surrounding you.

"You're being ridiculous," she says as she tries for your hand again, only for you to pull away.

"Nadia!" You shout, cupping your hands around your mouth. "Has anyone seen Nadia?"

"Behind you," someone shouts back.

You whip around, your eyes focussing on her and a goofy smile breaks out on your face. "There you are!" You throw yourself at her and she barely has time to open her arms to you before she's fully embraced. "Thank god. Some woman tried to steal me. I was'so scared."

You snuggle into her and she gingerly hugs you back. She's not used to such public displays of affection and for a moment she allows herself to indulge before she pulls back. You pout at her and she offers a smile in return. "Let's get you home, yeah?"

"Okay!" You nod happily and she can't help but laugh as she takes your hand once more. This time you hold on tight, following her like a lost puppy as she leads you out.

You've had a lot to drink. Admittedly so has C.

As they slam back another shot, they look to you sitting next to them only to find you slumped over with your head against the bar top.

"MC," they say, blinking to keep you in focus as they shake you. "MC, we should g'home."

"Go away," you mumble as you try to push them away, although that proves difficult given you can't seem to lift your head and you can just barely lift your arm. "I'm not going home with you."

They frown, still shaking you but they're losing steam and slowly falling until they're draped on top of you. "Why not? Don't you love me, mi vida?"

"No... I only love C."

"Lucky C." They heave a sigh. Why can't you love them the way they love you? Why does there have to be someone else? What does C have that they don't? C... wait. They shoot upward, startling you slightly. "I'm C!"

You blink at them, confused. "What?"

"It's me, you love me!"

"Oh... okay."

They grin and clap you on the back, causing you to groan softly. "This calls for celebratory shots. Bartender!" You slump forward again and they watch your head knock against the bar. "Okay, one shot and then we go home."

Ailbhe has been watching you all night. You're supposed to be undercover but given that your target never showed, you've made yourself at home at the bar, accepting drink after drink the second it appears in front of you. They don't make a habit of watching over Agents but for you, they can always make an exception.

When the bartender places yet another glass of whiskey in front of you, they decide you've had enough.

They come up to stand behind you just as you down the glass, resting their arm across your shoulders and making you jump.

"'M not interested," you slur before they even get the chance to speak, already gesturing to the bartender to pour you another.

"That's not what you said last night," they quip as they wave the bartender away. They take the empty glass from you and set it aside before turning you around face them. The barstool squeaks with the movement and soon you're blinking blurry eyes at them. "I'm taking you home."

"Nuh uh." You cross your arms over your chest like a petulant child. "My partner is a big, scary Agent and they'd kick your ass if they knew you were tryna take me home."

They roll their eyes but they can't help the amused smile that curls at their lips. "I'd like to see them to try," they tell you. "Now let's go."

Before you can protest further, they pick you up and throw you over their shoulder before making their way to the exit. You pound uselessly at their back but there's no strength behind any of your hits. "Help! I'm being stolen!"

A few of the people in the bar look your way but Ailbhe flashes the gun at their hip and they all very quickly go back to minding their own business. "Trust me, MC; you'll thank me later."

[peachesfrompluto]

Magical boy Lúcio! 💚💫

[junkyard-gifs]

yoink that sparkly cat.

Hank Santos as Tugger and Ibn Snell as Mistoffelees. US tour 6, October 2022.

[wintcrstcrfall]

@twistxdtales sent  🛩  for your muse to surprise mine by making it home for the holidays.

Marcella's plans for the holidays were pretty much the same as the year before and the year before that. She was supposed to spend a few days with her mother, then repeat the same with her father, all while managing not to mention any of it to the other one. It wasn't that her parents were bad people or they hated each other, but the pain was too big after their divorce and... well, delusions had taken pretty big part of their lives afterwards. But there was another important thing on her agenda for this year and that was to surprise her best friend and hope that this would work out for the best.

When she was staying outside in her car, parked right in front of his place, she took out her phone and texted him, knowing that making him take the trip outside would be so much more fun than just appearing on his doorstep. 'There's a present awaiting you outside. Come and pick it up.' Then, she just leaned on her car and waited, a smirk already forming on her lips.

[evcrlasting]

@wintcrstcrfall asked: [ARGUMENT] During a heated argument, the sender blurts out, "Because I love you!" (Marcella & Javier)

Javier stopped in his tracks. He replayed the last few seconds in his head, unsure how they had gotten here and more importantly, if he had heard correctly. He had been headed out the door. To give them space and because he knew if their argument went on longer, one or both of them would've said something they'd regret. He wasn't sure if this fell under the umbrella. He turned around to face Marcella, eyes squinting. Memory proved his hearing correct but he still doubted it. "You can't just say things to get me to stay. I don't think you would Marce, but babe I still should go." His feet did move towards her, even if his words were saying something else. Timing was something else. Horrible. It was hilarious though. Javi had been pining for Marcella for the longest, even when she thought he straight up hated her but here she was being the first one to say I love you. "Didn't expect this moment to be during an argument."

[cherry-flavored-coke]

Model - Jonathan C Santos

Ph - Erick Monterrosa

[uummyuu]

de los santos romantic headcanons

ask and you shall receive, fair warning there's a slight bit of nsfw/suggestive themes in these so if you're not too comfortable with that i suggest skipping this for now (nsfw stuff is in italics so you can scroll past it easier)

this man literally towers over everyone and his s/o is no exception, santos was practically born to have a size kink.

wants to be your strong protector, the type who would literally shelter you from the rain with his body. but you know that his strong side was only one of the many facets of his personality.

aligned with his protective nature he tends to keep your relationship a secret from the press, his profession is known for attracting unwanted attention and honestly he just wants to live a comfortable life with you.

your relationship is the greatest source of comfort to him, it's so hard when he needs to fly to different locations for away games and where he can't just fall into your arms after a long day (especially when he loses).

as much as his team is his family, you've become his home. he's extremely vulnerable when it comes to knowing where he belongs, he's already lost his hometown so what now? your love is the one thing he can proudly own and he'll do anything to keep it.

on the topic of loss, when his team faces a devastating (and i mean devastating as in they're officially out of the running for the super league cup) the one thing he needs is your comfort. physically and mentally just be there for him because god knows he can't be there for himself.

in spite of how big he is sometimes he just wants to hide in your arms y'know

his mindset just becomes very pliant and he really doesn't feel like thinking or reflecting too hard, very much a service top when he's like this. use him however you wish in this state, it turns him on and takes his mind off of things.

loves focusing on making his s/o feel good, with his size he's scared of hurting you too much but you definitely knew what you were getting into when you started dating him so go wild bestie.

surprisingly weak during sex, make him lay down on the bed and ride him hard so that all he can do is sit still and take it, his brain easily becomes a pile of mush and all he can focus on is how good you feel around him.

play with his pecs and leave hickeys all over his neck he wants to be yours and feel claimed in every sense of the word.

aftercare is the one time he'll let you place his care above yours, gently run your hands through his hair and tell him how good you felt, it makes him melt inside.

morning after sex is a totally different thing though, santos also loves positions where he can keep you close to him. so the moment you and him wake up you'll be seated on his lap and on his cock, chest-to-chest as he grinds into you while kissing you senseless. think of it as him saying thanks for taking care of him last night <33

(cough cough breeding kink)

in conclusion i present to you mexican puppy man who just wants to be loved and to belong

also if his package down there disables you the following day he will proudly carry you around everywhere, literally glows with pride when he does this you can't get mad at him for it.

[dannyfm]

for: @kitsantoss where: 90s night @ songbirds and sangria

karaoke limited to the music of the 90s felt to daniel like someone had concocted the worst possible night out ever -- just for him. his least favourite decade for music ( excluding several of his dearest favourites ) and the obligation to sing in front of a crowd, which he had expertly avoided. blending into the background came in handy when he decided he'd been there long enough for leaving not to seem rude and accordingly made a beeline for the bar's exit. focused too much on staying upright ( he'd just learned the house sangria was lethal stuff ) and not being spotted, he walked smack-bang straight into another soul. "oh, shit." righting himself just before he could fall and wishing the ground would swallow him whole, danny offered an extremely apologetic smile and plainly mortified look offered to the other. "i'm so fuckin' sorry, man... are you good? can i buy you another drink or somethin'?" he swallowed thickly, mentally adding 'like a shirt to replace the one i've just ruined with alcohol' and cursing.

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic #378 - "The Evil Dragon"

Originally posted on May 8th, 2009

Story - Josh van Reyk Art - Alex Santos Colours, Letters - David C. Ayling

deviantART | Seibertron | TFW2005 | BotTalk

wada sez: Following on from van Reyk’s previous strip about Dinobot II, this strip covers the events of “Nemesis Part 2″, and I think it’s implying that Megatron’s Transmetal 2 dragon form was what inspired humanity’s legends of dragons...? The tone of the strip certainly seems inspired by the Covenant of Primus which Megatron recites throughout the episode, but it’s not actually meant to be excerpted from that text. The protohumans in the final panel are holding the head of Inferno, which they’re seen to be using as a drum at the end of the episode. It seems that Ayling originally colored the strip in full color, before rendering it all sepia; see below for that alternate take, along with the original inks!

[realife-mermaid]

this is for me btw bc spotify won’t let me add notes to my playlists and davg is coming out-

jackie & wilson -> bellany & morrigan

no matter where you are -> tahmina, alistair, & zevran

reflecting light -> bellany & tahmina

born free -> bellany tabris theme song

skye full of song -> tahmina surana theme song

grace -> irayz, fenris, & isabela

crystallized -> irayz & fenris

quarter past midnight -> irayz & isabela

alice -> irayz hawke theme song

a better son/daughter -> mordred lavellan theme song

i need songs for

morgwaine adaar theme song

mordred & iron bull (romance)

mordred & solas (mentor/one sided crush thing) (maybe)

morgwaine & blackwall theme song (romantic)

mordred & morgwaine (mother/child song)

i should post pictures of everyone. also i need to figure out who i’m using for veilguard….nicos works well with this group, einar isn’t bad for the setting, peter (would probably go with the name kephas, feels more dragon age-y) could fit well, faye or malia….technically wren but he’s too nice, i gotta have someone a little more evil this time, bellany, tahmina, AND morgwaine were all way too fucking fixated on saving the world, and mordred could only be so evil with their mother hovering……….reagan is an option…

[framesdump]

O dragão da maldade contra o santo guerreiro (Antonio das Mortes) Dir. Glauber Rocha, 1969

[rf-interactive]

Ok ok ok. How would each Ro react to an MC that just climbs into bed with them one night and cuddles up to them, and when asked what’s wrong the MC responds, “I had a dream that you left me behind.” Fluuuuufff pls. 🥺

Roman wasn't sleeping anyway, not without you by his side. As soon as you slip into bed and cuddle up to him, he presses himself against you, sinking into your embrace. When your body is still stiff after a few moments of laying with him, he tilts his head back and asks what's wrong.

"Just a bad dream," you mumble, leaning down to the rest your forehead against his. "You left me behind."

He frowns and pulls you closer to him, tightening his hold on you slightly. "I'm sorry," he replies softly. He brings a hand up to your face and cups your cheek, his thumb caressing over your skin. "I'd never do that to you, though, okay? You're stuck with me forever."

-

Though she's half asleep, Nadia can immediately tell somethings wrong when you wrap your arms around her and bury your face in her neck. It's not that cuddling with you is out of the ordinary, but the urgency with which you hold onto her has alarm bells going off in her head.

"Tell me what's bothering you," she says, her voice a soothing sound despite being laden with sleep. She lets her eyes flutter shut as she rubs her hand on your back in soothing circles.

You tell her about your dream, speaking the words into her neck and she hums in response.

"I'll always be here for you," she says, combing her fingers through your hair. "I promise."

-

C is a light sleeper so they wake up as soon as you cuddle into them. They look at you with a keen alertness in their eyes and furrow their eyebrows when they see the upset look on your face.

Before they get a chance to ask, you meet their eyes and beat them to it, telling them of your dream.

They give you a soft smile and wrap their arms around you. "Dream me clearly doesn't know what's good for them," they say before kissing your forehead. "Only a fool would leave someone like you."

With another kiss, they settle back down into bed, falling back to sleep with you securely in their arms.

-

Ailhbe is pulled from the depths of sleep as you move about next to them. Grumbling, they pull their eyes open and stare up at you questionly.

When you glance away from them and quietly tell them about your dream, the stiffness in their body relaxes somewhat and they heave a sigh.

Without anymore words exchanged between you two, they pull you into their arms, making sure to hold you until long after you've fallen asleep.