#cute firelight rambling

[cute-firelight]

Wow! I am impressed to see how much the Caitlyn discourse is still burning in Tumblr, X and most of the arcane platforms.

I kinda just want to say that what makes me frustrated is that nowadays characters cannot fail or be gray anymore, not even redeem. People need to be able to label good/bad/antagonist and for a lot of people the redemption will never be enough.

Good intended people can do bad things, and for me this was Caitlyn in Arcane.

Some people that argue that what she did with the gas wasn’t as wrong as other things she could do have a point, but still, the gas thing was still pretty bad thing in my opinion. As a method to subdue the chems.

However, there is nuance in that decision. Seeing how she undo what her mother achieved to revenge her and to avoid a war that was going to be way worse than that, was a pretty ironic and tough decision at the same time. So at the end, what I want to say is that you can understand her thought process here even if you agree or not.

In her mind some things were combined: justify a bad deed to prevent a worse fate, and at the same time, use that to look for revenge. What was the decision that weighted more on her? We don’t know.

Can I do the right thing for the wrong reason?

Is it bad that I making friends with my demons

Living by a couple deadly sins

Just to make sure I finish what you began

These are the questions raised by this lines in the song.

I feel that people misunderstood soo much Caitlyn and Jynx conversation, and that conversation is hugely important to understand all of this.

Deep down Caitlyn hated herself and she felt responsible for creating the war.

At the end, she recognizes to Jynx that their shortcomings and failures caused everything and that both of them can’t do nothing to undo each of their crimes. But, they can learn and improve from now on and to do that they need to let everything go.

People justify Jynx more because she suffered more being an oppressed person. But please; she had an agency. All characters in Arcane have agency and are a product of their upbringings, and of course, Jynx upbringings and trauma is devastating and worse but guys, this is true irl too!

You will be charged for your crimes equally, no matter who you are and no matter if your trauma is worse than the guy in the cell next to you; and is also true that if you are a privileged person probably nobody will ask accountability from you, or you can buy your way out of jail. Piltover is not painted in the show as a perfect society and I hope you grasp that.

Arcane’s narrative centers more on the consequences, not much in the accountability of each character and consequences never forgive anyone. No matter how privileged or not you are, your actions will or can have consequences and you’ll have to live with the weight of them.

Arcane focus is not to align with a side, is more to show both contrasts and to create a nuanced story about each of the characters, their motivations, failures and struggles. Once you realize this Arcane becomes a good experience, trust me.

Making Caitlyn a flawless person wouldn’t make for a dramatic scale social class conflict and I am so glad that Arcane creators didn’t feared to do this. It would be boooring, it wouldn’t show how in real life this happens all the time. Caitlyn wasn’t prepared to do that role and wasn’t in a mental condition to do it but felt forced to. Because of her dad, because of how everyone else was behaving towards it, because in her eyes SHE caused it, and oh boy, since she had that much power and was so misguided she influenced everything for the worse…

We should center more in what Arcane has to say with Caitlyn and less in if she is good or bad. For me, she is a naive person for her upbringing that got caught up in something she wasn’t prepared for, and ended doing a lot of mistakes that caused a huge amount of damage that she regretted deeply but couldn’t undo.

[princesssmars]

you sometimes forget how… slightly obsessive, violet could be. nsfw.

when you were younger you had a love hate relationship with her tendency to become so completely fixated on something. staying up for hours at night thinking about their next score, holding a grudge for years against anyone who got piss drunk and pissed off vander in the bar, planning and fidgeting over the perfect way to ask you out for weeks before you finally took the step yourself.

even if it got her into danger, got her and her siblings into a temporary struggle that made your heart stall with the thought of nearly losing them, you always reminded her that you thought her fixation on things was cute, and a useful tool about half of the time.

(you even said that the trait reminded you of powder, always blabbering to you for as long as she could talk about her new ideas for gadgets and bombs. the girl was overjoyed in sharing something in common with her big sister, immediately climbing on her back to ramble about something new.)

but then you actually you lost her. you lost all of them. and you wished you had told her that that insecurity she had, all the insecurities she had, were stupid and inconsequential to how perfect you thought she was.

but maybe you’ll get the chance to tell her (and tell jinx that yeah, you were right, i did start seeing ghosts too) because a scarily realistic replica of your ex is standing in front of you and before you can shoo it away she’s hugging you so tight you think your ribs will break.

you follow as ekko gives her the tour of the firelights base, admiring each and every way she’s changed. she’s taller, obviously stronger, wearing a prison uniform that you don’t if you’re allowed to say looks good on her and a red jacket she stole from some guy because of course she did. you stifle a laugh as she tells the story and she smiles at you, indiscreetly wrapping your hand in hers.

it’s obvious by the look on his face ekko is so going to tease you about this later, but you don’t get a chance to care when she turns to you and ask where she and her enforcer friend can sleep. and janna knows you want to offer for her to sleep with you, but it’s been years and you don’t want to make her uncomfortable so you lead her and caitlyn to the newbie dorms.

but it seems like you’ve forgotten just how damn stubborn she is, because not even half an hour later a loud banging at your draws you from your bed, her flushed and nervous face shocking you into silence.

she asks to come in, but with her it’s always more like a demand then a question. you try to ignore the burning feeling of her eyes trained on you as you lead her to your bed, rolling your eyes as she aggressively flops back onto it.

“holy fuck, i haven’t been on something this soft in years. i think i’m gonna fall asleep right now.”

“i wouldn’t be mad if you did.” well, you’d be a little upset. you have so much to talk to her about everything, anything that’s happened since she disappeared. granted a lot of it was bad but there were still a few things you think would cheer her up. she’d already told you enthusiastic she was to eat jerichos again, just wait till she found out that-

you must of zoned out for a minute because you’re shocked back to reality by soft lips pressed to yours, vi’s bandaged hand cupping your cheek like you’ll fade into dust if she lets go. you mentally kick yourself in the head for not responding quicker when she pulls away and looks at you with that sad puppy look she gets.

“i, i’m sorry. it’s just, you were staring at me for a while! and it’s been so long since i’ve seen you and i don’t even know what we are or if we’re still girlfriends but you’re even more beautiful than the last time i saw you-“

you cup both of her cheeks in your hands,(maybe a little too hard) give her a second to back away if she wants, and pull her back in. her arms wrap around your waist and she lets out a whimper when your hand travels to the back of her neck to pull her closer and closer-

and now it’s around one hour? maybe two? it’s a while later, and as her hand travels back into you for the fourth time, yeah, you’re starting to remember how obsessive she could be.

“vi, baby - oh my gods, y’know you can slow down!” your voice pitches when her fingers, her beautiful long and big fingers push up against that spot inside you, her other hand keeping your hips down when you involuntarily raise them off the sheets.

“don’t think i can, princess.” she groans into your breast as she sucks another path of bruises down your chest, slate eyes amused at how your hands grip the bed like it stole from you, how your mouth opens so cutely before you bite your lips to hold back your sounds.

her mouth finally closes around your clit and the increased sensitivity from your past orgasms combined with the almost growling sound she makes when she tastes you sends you right over the edge, thighs clamping around her head as she carries you through it.

the rubbing of her rough hands over your thighs and her gentle words of praise merry drag you into the beginnings of a soft slumber.

until you can feel the damn brute lift your legs onto her shoulders and stick her tongue inside you, laughing at your shocked squeal and resumed grip on her hair.

“besides, we’ve gotta make up for lost time, don’t we?”

writing a drabble based on the fic you’re writing instead of finish the fic i’m such a genius like 😍😍 glad her tag is coming back but i want content coming out like a factory line ok everyone get to work 🙏🏽

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

With the way Eddie moved, he's definitely accidentally kissed Steve a few times to the point where Steve thought they were dating, but Eddie hadn't noticed anything differently until Robin said something.

"So, what are you getting Steve for your six month anniversary?" Robin asked when it was just the two of them.

"What?" Eddie asked.

"You and Steve have been dating for six months. What. Are. You. Getting. Him?" Robin asked. "It better be something special."

Eddie's eyes widened as he thought back. All the things that Steve’s been doing for him, the fact that Steve hasn't been on a date, and the accidental kisses that make Steve giggle. . . They've been holding hands. . . Oh God, not only does Eddie like men, but he likes Steve, and he's been dating Steve for the past six months. While Eddie was stewing in his own sexuality crisis, Robin was rambling about how great Steve thought it was that they hadn't had sex yet, how they were taking things slow, and how serious they were.

"I am a little curious about why you guys haven't said I love you to each other yet," Robin said.

"Oh my God! I love him!" Eddie realized.

"You're just realizing you love him now? Jesus, you're slow," Robin said.

"You have no idea," Eddie muttered. "I have to go get ready."

"It's not until Saturday. . .and this is your house!" Robin exclaimed.

Saturday rolled around, and Eddie was scrambling about Steve’s house, trying to get everything ready. Queen was playing quietly in the background while Eddie finished preparing the meal before Steve got home from work. It was lucky timing that he finished dinner just as Steve walked into the house.

"Eddie?!" Steve called out and entered the kitchen. "This is a lovely surprise."

"Hi," Eddie said softly and moved to kiss him. . .this time on purpose.

"This is nice. You look. . .very nice," Steve said, eyes raking over him.

Eddie was wearing his tightest black pants with an equally tight white button-up with the sleeves rolled up. His hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, a few hairs framing his face. He silently thanked Nancy and Vickie for helping with his outfit.

"This old thing?" Eddie scoffed.

"Eddie, you still have the tag on this shirt," Steve said in amusement.

"Fuck!" Eddie exclaimed and ripped it off the back of his neck, tossing it in the trash. "You saw nothing. Anyway, dinner is ready."

"I'll go change," Steve said, smiling. "I want to look as nice as you do."

"I'll keep it warm for you," Eddie said.

Eddie was setting the table and lighting the candles when Steve came down wearing a red button-up with the sleeves rolled up and his nicest pair of jeans. He looked good enough to eat.

"You look really good in red," Eddie grinned. "You look good enough to eat, baby."

"Well, the demobats obviously thought so," Steve joked, a dorky grin on his face.

"Steve!" Eddie whined. "Don't remind me. Anyway, sit! Sit!"

Eddie pulled out a chair and nodded for Steve to sit down. Steve sat down, smiling when Eddie pushed in his chair for him. He gazed up at him, staring lovingly at him. Eddie sucked in a breath. Steve looked so beautiful in the firelight, especially when he looked at him like that. Eddie cupped his face and leaned down to kiss him. Steve reached up and grasped the back of his head, deepening the kiss. Eddie sighed into his mouth and broke away, kissing his forehead. He sat down in front of Steve and watched him as he took off the cover. Steve gasped.

"My favorite!" Steve exclaimed.

"Spaghetti with cut up hot dogs," Eddie said, flashing his dimples at him. "Man, you are so weird. I love it."

"Thanks!" he laughed.

Eddie watched him fondly as he stuffed his face with food. His cheeks filled up until they were fat, and he smiled at Eddie as he chewed. He looked like a chipmunk. A very cute chipmunk.

"Hey, Steve?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah?" Steve asked when he swallowed his food.

"I love you," Eddie said, smiling at him when his cheeks turned red.

"I love you, too," Steve said, beaming.

Eddie groaned and wiped his face with his hands.

"You have to know, though, your boyfriend is a complete idiot," Eddie said.

"You're not an idiot, Eddie," Steve said softly.

Eddie laughed and then told him everything. There was a long stretch of silence when he finished up. Steve blinked rapidly, and then he started laughing.

"You're not mad?" Eddie asked with wide eyes.

Steve got up and walked around the table to sit in Eddie's lap.

"I don't care when you realized it," Steve said. "You love me. Tonight will just be our first official date, and six months from now, we will celebrate it then, too."

Steve kissed him deeply and pulled away, pressing his forehead against his. Eddie sighed happily as he ran his hands across Steve’s back. Steve went to move back to his seat but was yanked back down by Eddie. He pulled Steve’s plate around to set it next to his.

"Let's eat together," he said. "I love watching you eat. You look like a chipmunk."

"Shut up," Steve blushed.

"You do! A cute little chipmunk. My chipmunk," Eddie cooed.

Steve kissed him to quiet him, and Eddie giggled against his mouth. He may move as slow as a sloth, but he always got to where he needed to be.

[arcane-ish]

"but what was his tax policy" and way too lenghty ramblings about Vander's statue and reputation

Which always makes me wonder who built the statue of Vander that we see Silco talk to. Because who else in Zaun actually has the funds to build something that size? Did Silco keep up the lie that Vander started the Lanes and led rebellions and was a hero? (It wouldn't surprise me if Silco did it to keep the crowd on his side as he took over the Last Drop. That man has so many unaddressed issues, I love him.)

@out-there-tmblr

I have to admit I never considered that people don't know that Silco killed Vander and that he could have built the statue. It's a very interesting thought.

I just kind of assumed that it would have been in Silco's interest to be open about having killed Vander to appear fearsome and impressive? And the statue just looks very different to the more harsh/jagged "big brother is watching you" style that to me always suggested that Silco doesn't really try to make nice with people.

The statue looks kind of jagged, like it is made up out of spare parts that suggests more that it could have been built from scraps by amateurs rather than it was commissioned.

And would Ekko really sign a statue made by Silco to cover up the fact that he killed Vander?

So I just always assumed it must have been Ekko or people who feel like Ekko who built it. To me it always made some sense to me that it exists. That this and this would exist.

Like maybe the mural and the statue were created relatively soon after Vander's death. The mural in the Firelight base makes sense because that is just all Ekko.

I could picture somebody making the statue shortly after Vander's death, maybe even as a bit of a fuck you to Silco a "we remember that you killed the guy to get where you are and we the people were never asked if we were okay with it". There are signs that people came and tagged the statue, maybe that even maybe somebody comes and has to "keep the flame burning"?

And similarly even if the statue was meant as a fuck you, I can picture Silco not giving a shit (because he doesn't care as much what people think of him), or even find it funny. Whether despite his disagreement with Vander personally he doesn't mind if people hold up the image of a fellow revolutionary (ie I could easily picture not bothering to spread the news that Vander had a deal with Grayson and just portraying it as a normal power struggle and Grayson's death as an accident by werewolf the way the Pilties think it happened).

Or that he even thinks it's a cute that the people are rebellious (not to the extent to go and work with the Firelights, but you know, just appreciating that Zaun is kind of punky and wild).

It makes sense to me that the people of The Lanes might see Vander as a symbol of comfort and peace. ie maybe not everybody benefits from Silco's new reign. Also when somebody gets murdered it's not rare that people overemphasize their positive qualities. For that to work there really isn't much necessary than Vander being an okay, non-offensive leader. Doesn't tax people too bad, asks for their opinion, doesn't murder too many people (to their knowledge).

So that part doesn't seem too weird to me.

Firelight mural = that's just Ekko. Especially since season 2 establish that he can pull off a mural like that (okay maybe even in the AU he knew what people to ask help him or maybe he painted it 100% himself, doesn't matter, he is certainly the driving force behind it)

Statue = could have been built somewhat shortly after Vander's death. People have vague recollections of "things were better under Vander". Even that people still meet there for important political debates in a "townhall" kind of way doesn't bother me. You an still to agree to meet at Trafalgar square without having any opinion on Trafalgar.

No, what bugs me is this one.

How the fuck is Vander still a symbol of rebellion like what, 6-8 years after his death and 10+ years after presumably the last time he did anything revolutionary?

Especially since in this case we KNOW that Ekko (one of the people we know has an emotional connection to Vander) didn't paint it because he was sucked away by the hexcore and likely wouldn't just that casually made a mural celebrating Jinx at this point.

So somebody who is NOT Ekko had a high enough opinion on Vander to put him in a mural and a mural that represents revolution.

To me it has just always made more sense that within Zaun Vander would represent peace. Because the statue has always looked kind of peaceful to me with the soft glowing light. And it was Vander spent his last few years working on/building up. [maybe even longer since he seems to already be flirting with peacefulness in the Silco and Felicia flashback] And simply because to me it just seems like a very relatable thing that imo the vast majority of radicals/revolutionaries have to deal with: that they find out that in most situations the vast majority of people don't like revolutions and prefer peace/protection (see the long list of revolutions that were totally counting on "the population will rise up and support us!!" and completely whiffed on that)

As the mural venerates Jinx, there's a decent chance that one of the Jinxers made it. So why would they have a reason to have a deep opinion on a guy who those last claim to fame that we know off was to lead some sort of uprising on the bridge that got slapped down? Most of them seem young, so why would they care? There's a huge difference between somebody building a statue rather shortly after Vander's death when he might still be vivid in people's memory and years later*.

I guess a Firelight could have made it and maybe Ekko has been spinning on the tale of how awesome Vander was. But again, considering his age, shouldn't Ekko's experience be more about peaceful community leader Vander?

Admittedly, the underlying context of the mural is it being about at least one person who doesn't want it and who is in a very different frame of mind than what the mural depicts at least at that point in time. So it also misrepresenting Vander/it being there because somebody didn't properly know or understand his story is certainly feasible.

Anyway, really got me thinking that we don't really know what exactly Silco, Vander and friends really did.

The only thing we know for sure:

Built up/ran a bar

Organized something the bridge that escalated and went badly

Both Vander&Benzo and later Silco&Sevika collect "taxes" in the form of protection money

Vander seems to maybe be slightly more open to hearing from the people and responding to their wishes

We also know from writer hints that smuggling was big part of what Silco and Vander did.

Fixing the Mines

So in season one my working theory was that the mines were a shit place to work and maybe Vander & Silco "freed" people from having to work in the mines and instead shifted the economy towards more smuggling/trade which isn't as physically grueling. But that was kind of dashed by season 2 because it suggests that Connel and Felicia still worked in the mine even though Vander and Silco already own the Last Drop. So why would she still work in the mines if she could just work with them at the Drop?

Maybe they just vastly improved working conditions/worker safety? Or maybe they led a rebellion against the mine owners and actually succeeded in setting up a worker run mine?

That's the kind of thing that I could picture inspiring people years later even if it went badly (because looking around in history even short periods that feel like a lot of freedom and self actualization can inspire people for a long time even if historically speaking it wasn't around long).

Daring acts of crime

Then there's Vi's statement about the kind of stunts Vander would have pulled in his youth. So maybe Silco and Vander's early revolutionary activity contained a lot of daring and showy attacks on Piltover rich people that get them celebrated in the Undercity. Robbing big fancy townhouses and spreading the loot around generously (even if it's just by generously buying rounds or food). Or leaving showy calling cards.

Vander could be living off just that old reputation. And if he had a reputation for showy stunts against Piltover then maybe that would fit slightly better with why people might associate him with Jinx in a moral that specifically celebrates her color attack on Piltover.

Cleaning Up The Lanes I (fighting the old system)

I don't think that there's actually much trace of it. But it's a trope in a lot of fiction and I think it's worth thinking about what exactly where "the Lanes" before? Is it just one of those situation where there's always a long line of cruel crime bosses and Vander was one of the softest. And Vander and the gang got into power by picking fights with other criminal gangs and winning or by kicking out whoever was the previous boss?

And people have positive associations with that time period because they helped git rid of . Maybe that could be a good way to explain where the Hound of the Underground nickname could have come from, if they spent some time fighting or pacifying other gangs. (again personally I think it could also just be a pitfighting nick name)

Cleaning Up The Lanes II (establishing order)

Or were the Lanes lawless and Vander (with or without Silco) brought structure to it? Is this the first time the Lanes have a boss at all? If yes, what does that mean? Does it mean a pseudo government system, where taxes are collected from the ones who can afford it?

Was there maybe some sort of social system under Vander where maybe he collects the taxes and then has like a fund to like help people in need, like if they lost their house or had an injury? If Vander and Benzo collect taxes, what does Vander spend it on (presuming he might also have income from the bar?). Is that all going straight to feeding his kids

Silco when he rules doesn't live super ostentatiously either, but at least you can picture that the taxes he collects go to buying research materials for Singed or buying weapons or buying machines for Remi's factories.

(if Vander really had like the tiniest traces of a homemade social welfare system then maybe that would explain why people hold him in high regard years later, but again, how realistic is that?)

Or does running the Lanes mean for Vander that he like helped people negotiate their quarrels, like the barest hint of a court/justice system? If somebody acts out on the Lanes, what happens? Do people come to Vander and ask him to take care of it? Does he just keep his ear on the ground and go out and take out people who he perceives to act out? Do people show up at his place and ask him to decide in one of their quarrels? (I was thinking how in a bunch of RPG video games in the recent years they have introduced sequences where people ask you to decide a conflict, but even if it's not a "petitioning the duke" kind of situation, if Vander has a rule he's giving out, how is it handled when people go against that rule?)

Again going here with the idea that people might remember Vander positively if they perceived him as a guy they could go to for help and Silco later is more a hand off lawless "fix your stuff yourself" kind of guy where the normal people are concerned.

Like I said, I think Vander doesn't have to be a super duper special guy beyond "he was a nice charismatic guy with a bar people like to go to and who got killed surprisingly in way people don't really understand" for the statue to exist. But that he still gets remembered years later by people other than Ekko is more weird to me. And even if one assigns less value to the acts of season 2, there's still he whole "why does he have a nickname and reputation that even foreigners know" and what Vi is referring to with the stunts of Vander's youth that she presumably heard from other people about.

(and yes: I just wrote a whole "okay, but what would be his tax policy?" post)

[*and yes the mural that bugs me so much could be a "two part" one, ie the Vander part could be older and then somebody else added Jinx to the existing Vander mural, ta least getting around my "Ekko definitely didn't paint the Jinx mural" issues with it]

[loviestar58]

🐶~New Pet~🐶

Little blurb I had sitting for a bit I thought people would like!💖

"Ekks-"

"No"

"Ekks..we have to keep him"

"Firefly, we just went over this. What about the kids? And then we have to find the supplies for it and-"

"We can get all those. I'll get them! And the kids can help, oh come oonnnnnnn"

"Firefly, please-"

"But Eeekkkkssss look at hiiiimmm!"

You two were standing in a dark alleyway of Zaun near the Lanes, not too far from the entrance to the hideout, having just got done with a patrol. Upon coming back, you had noticed something moving some trash near the alley, becoming alert and notifying Ekko before stepping towards the movement cautiously. Barely a few steps were taken towards the sound before the thing causing the movement jumped out at you, knocking you down, a big white fluffy dog, a Husky that looked no older than a year old. And that led them to this situation, you desperately trying to convince Ekko to keep it.

"If we leave him out here, he could starve or be killed! You know damn well animals don't live long here!" You argued, gesturing to the world around you. Ekko had to admit you had a point, you didn't see many animals here, they'd either be dead or very unhealthy. But his thinking didn't last long, groaning in a bit of frustration, gesturing a hand towards the animal.

"Yeah, that's true. I know that, but-"

"And think of the possibilities! Like, he could grow to be a sort of guard dog! And the kids would have an animal to play with all the time, maybe it could even be an emotional support animal! And-and he could carry supplies, or be a messenger dog to warn people of dangers or the groups on patrols-!"

You rambled on and on with each and every possibility you could think of, any reason that popped in that head of yours to convince Ekko to being the dog into the Hideout. Ekko cut you off with a stern yet soft tone, trying not to let his growing annoyance and frustration show too much, even if you mean well

"What if it's a Pilties dog? What if they try to come find him and then find us? They'll accuse us of theft and then try to arrest us, or just shoot on sight, I wouldn't put it past them"

You looked downcast for a moment, that was another good point. It would be risky if the dog did belong to someone in Piltover. But you didn't care, you couldn't just leave the poor, adorable thing here, the thing in question panting and wagging it's tail up at you two. You swore you felt your heart ache at the adorable sight, cuteness aggression threatening to take over you

"There's no collar, and he looks like he's been here a while. Maybe he ran away or the owner didn't want him anymore? I think we'll be fine. Please, Ekks?" You beg, clasping your hands together, and pouting out your lip in a comically dramatic fashion, like a cartoon character

Oh no. Not the puppy dog eyes. It's ok, he can resist those. He's dealt with many of the firelight kids hitting him with that, and it rarely works and-

Oh dammit

Is the dog doing it too?!

Ekko froze, glancing between the two and groaning with a mix of frustration and reluctance, unable to deny you, knowing how stubborn you were. Recalling many instances of you refusing to back down when wanting something or in an argument with him about patrol grouping and routes.

He knew he was losing this battle, lest he faces your wrath. And so, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head, another groan, and then a soft defeated chuckle leaving his lips as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He looks up at you and he can't help now but to smile

"Ugh, fine! But we are making sure he doesn't have any diseases before going near the kids!"

You lit up, fist pumping in a quiet "Yes!". Both of you walked the rest of the way back, dog in tow.

A very happy you

And a slightly annoyed, yet content, Ekko

Bonus:

Ekko was found hours later asleep on the spare cot in his lab, the puppy laying on top of him as he snored softly

Hope y'all enjoyed this cute little blurb. Might do more of these than longer one shots and headcanons if y'all like them😊💖

[fa1rydr3ams]

“Frostfire Confession”

Best Friend! Prince Zuko x Gender Neutral! Reader

| cw: tension, sfw, light teasing, cuteness

| a/n: day 21—sorry for the delay I wanted to write the last entries before posting this one, but four days left don’t mind that this one is a bit shorter :/

| wc: n/a

The bonfire burned brightly against the snowy backdrop, casting golden light over the clearing. The cold nipped at your cheeks, but the warmth of the flames—and a certain firebender—kept you from feeling the chill too deeply.

Zuko stood a few feet away from the group, arms crossed and looking broody as ever. He stared into the fire like it held all the answers to his problems, but you knew better. Brooding Zuko meant overthinking Zuko, and overthinking Zuko usually meant trouble.

With a grin tugging at your lips, you grabbed a cup of warm cider from the table and strolled over to him. “Careful, if you glare at the fire too hard, it might glare back.”

Zuko glanced at you, his golden eyes softening a little before he huffed. “Very funny.”

You held out the cider. “Here. Maybe this will lighten the mood before you scare everyone into thinking the Fire Nation’s planning another invasion.”

His lips twitched like he was trying not to smile, but he took the cup anyway. “I’m not that scary.”

You leaned in, pretending to examine him closely. “Hmm… no, you’re right. Brooding doesn’t suit you. I think it’s more of an ‘angsty prince’ thing.”

He shot you a look, but there was no real annoyance behind it. “Thanks for the reminder.”

The banter was easy, natural, but the way his eyes lingered on yours felt… different. Charged. You could feel the tension simmering just beneath the surface, and it made your heart race.

“Alright,” you said, taking a step closer. “What’s going on? You’ve been weird all night.”

“I’m not weird,” he said a little too quickly, taking a sip of the cider. “I’m fine.”

“Zuko.” You crossed your arms and gave him a knowing look. “You’re doing the thing where you act all mysterious and broody. Spill it.”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s… nothing.”

“Uh-huh.” You weren’t buying it. Grinning mischievously, you nudged him with your shoulder. “C’mon, you can tell me. Is it the holiday cheer? Too much snow? Or did someone eat the last dumpling before you got to it?”

That got a tiny laugh out of him, but he quickly schooled his expression. “It’s not about dumplings.”

“Then what?” you pressed, your smile softening.

For a moment, Zuko just stared at you, his eyes searching yours. Then, before you could react, he grabbed your hand and tugged you behind one of the nearby trees, away from the fire and the others.

“Zuko!” you laughed, stumbling after him. “What are you—”

“I like you, okay?” he blurted, his face flushing—not from the fire, but from sheer mortification. “Actually, no. I don’t just like you. I—ugh, this is so stupid—”

“Stupid?” you interrupted, still laughing, though your heart was racing. “You dragged me out here just to insult me?”

“No!” His eyes widened in panic. “That’s not what I meant!” He groaned, burying his face in his hands for a moment before looking at you again. “What I meant is… I think I’m in love with you. No… I know I do, it’s been driving me crazy, and I can’t keep it in anymore.”

Your laughter died in your throat as his words sank in. “Oh.”

“Yeah. ‘Oh,’” he said, his voice dripping with self-deprecation. “This was a terrible idea. Forget I said anything—”

“Zuko.”

He stopped mid-ramble, looking at you nervously.

“Shut up.”

His eyes widened, but before he could respond, you grabbed his scarf and pulled him down into a kiss. For a moment, he froze, but then he melted into it, his hands finding your waist as he kissed you back with all the fire he usually kept locked away.

When you finally pulled back, his lips were parted, his face redder than the firelight, and his expression was utterly dazed.

“So,” you teased, trying to hide your own nervous fluttering, “did that live up to the angsty romantic confession you had planned, or should I try again?”

He blinked, then let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here you are,” you said, grinning as you looped your arms around his neck. “Hopelessly in love with me.”

Zuko shook his head, though his smirk remained. “You’re going to be unbearable about this, aren’t you?”

“Unbearable? Me?” You feigned shock, your grin widening. “I think you mean charming and irresistible.” you clasped your hands in front of your chest.

“Uh-huh,” he deadpanned, though his arms stayed securely around you. “I’m starting to rethink this whole confession thing.”

“Too late now, Fire Prince.” You gave his scarf a playful tug. “You’re stuck with me.”

Zuko’s laugh was soft, his forehead resting against yours as his breath warmed the space between you. “You know,” he murmured, “You’re saying it like I wouldn’t want that.”

A shout from the bonfire interrupted the moment. “Hey, lovebirds! Are you hiding, or can we expect you back before the cider’s gone?”

You both turned to see your friends waving, clearly having caught on. Zuko groaned, burying his face in your shoulder. “I should’ve confessed somewhere quieter.”

You patted his back with a laugh. “C’mon, your highness. Let’s go before they start making bets on us.”

Reluctantly, Zuko let you lead him back to the group, though his hand stayed firmly in yours. As you rejoined the circle around the fire, everyone grinned knowingly, but for once, Zuko didn’t seem to mind.

Sitting by the fire, his hand still holding yours, he leaned in close and whispered, “Just so you know, this doesn’t mean you’ve won.”

You raised a brow, smirking. “Oh, Zuko. I already won the moment you kissed me.”

He rolled his eyes, but the slight curve of his lips betrayed him. And as the fire crackled, snowflakes dancing in the air, the night ended in warmth and laughter—together.

[ember-owlet]

whistles innocently

so. idk if this counts as a request bc I'm requesting something though it's not a request for content from you... butttt!

if you were to, say, want a gift of some medium, of a character from arcane or resident evil, which characters would you like the most and what's ur preferred hc for them... and what type of content would you want for said character(s)....

mhmm, i have about 80% confidence that i know who this is /lh /silly

and not to worry!! this isn't counted as a request, while they're closed i love to chat! regardless this is such a sweet ask thank you so much for asking me firelight (*���ິ꒳꒦ີ)♡

to answer, from either arcane or resident evil here are my faves, i hope i don't sound too greedy with this list, but here are some of my favorites from each fandom with some extra rambles:

(and please don't hesitate to reach out if you need clarification/additional questions, i was so excited i typed through this without much proofreading,, and if you need any other ideas the #ember's babies is that tag that i use for my fictional blorbos ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚)

arcane:

caitlyn:

flip! w/ a pretty balanced lean except for when she's with vi, then she's mostly the caregiver in their dynamic!! my girl forever n ever n ever. never knew it was possible for a character to be so mama and babygirl coded at the exact same time.

gosh. anything made with her i eat up in seconds!! mama, baby, give me all of it!! though if possible, i'd love to see her with more paci edits/regression content. let my girl be baby!!

vi

flip! w/ a regressor lean around caitlyn. that's her puppy!!! i think we can all agree that she takes care of the people around her so much that i need to see a reverse of her feeling safe and taken care of. i love her so much and honestly? her upcoming spiral to wet dog pipeline is valid get that girl a paci STAT. vi gives me so much cuteness aggression its unbelieveable.

this is just for me and incredibly niche but i'd love to see more content of vi with a softer/warmcore canine aesthetic. specifically with larger breeds of dogs.

hear me out: caitlyn in a sweater drinking a warm cup of tea while she runs her hands along her pups hair while vi rests her head in her lap??? oh i'm ill (/pos) she always puts on such a brave front it makes me wanna wrap her in a warm blanket sooooo badly.

ekko

regressor. and he's scar's kid. a baby boy through and through. i almost never talk about him but i really want to with upcoming posts because he's honestly one of the best characters in the series. i love his desire to help people and the way that he takes absolutely no nonsense from anyone around him and calls them out for it is everything, and i REALLY hope he gives caitlyn and vi a wake up call for their actions. so far he's truly done no wrong in the series so and i stand by it!!

anything with him being a regressor would make me happy, he's such a cutie patootie. and ekko with solar punk/core aesthetics>>>

cassandra

flip! with a caregiver lean!! i made an entire post about her but its honestly not enough. she has been my mama and will continue to be my mama despite canon. the reveal that she had helped to create the filtration system in zaun to help the citizens breathe?? and seeing caitlyn use her mother's wishes against them? man. that hurt.

i've been meaning to write headcanons for her but i think she barely regresses around anyone that she doesn't have complete trust in and even then she rarely does it out of embarassment. however, she is a baby to me.

that being said, any caregiver content with her i owe you my life. /lh

resident evil

donna beneviento. that's it that's the post /j

a flip! through and through. she is one of my most beloveds and i think most of the immediate people in my life have heard their fair share of rambles with her.

honestly anything with her i will be an absolute puddle, especially when its related to fics with hurt/comfort or her just being a caregiver since most of my personal daydreaming scenarios involve her in some way.

again, this is just me but i love activities with her where we're cooking/dancing in the kitchen together so if you're alright with that i would be over the moon to see it.

the dimitrescu sisters

do not separate them!! ever!! /lh /j

all three are my big sister cgs and i wouldn't trade that for the world. they are my goofballs and i adore them!!

if its ever possible (and i know it is because i am manifesting a genius out there to do it) i would love to see content of all three of them taking care of a regressor throughout different periods of the day (ex. in the morning they're taken to bela to practice piano, then with cassandra for practice with hunting, and then to dani to work on academics with alcina since you both need it /lh)

[snicker-dooodless]

gonna do this one also and so it's not repetitive and before I start sounding not genuine for not picking a specific one, bc yea that's kind of a shit move, sry abt that😅

❤️ for a fact about our relationship.

🎧 for a song that reminds me of us.

🎁 for a gift f/o has given s/i (or vice versa).

🌒 for something f/o loves about me.

for WhiteRabbit - Abbigail x Ekko

also this ship name is sooo cutee!!! love it, don't exactly understand it bc I'm slow but I love it so much and I think it's really cute :3

AAAHHH ANOTHER ONE! EVE DONT WORRY ABOUT NOT PICKING A PARTICULAR SHIP, I LIKE IT WHEN I GET TO RAMBLE ON ABOUT WHATEVER I WANT LOL!

Also! Their ship name is WhiteRabbit because personally I see Abigail as a bunny/rabbit. Idk why lol, when you think about it bunny’s are usually portrayed as cute or innocent but for some reason with Abigail I see them more teasing and flirty?? Maybe because of playboy bunnies?? Idk

but it’s specifically WhiteRabbit because that’s the rabbit from Alice in wonderland, the rabbit with the…clock?? Get it…? Time? Clock? Cause Ekko…his whole thing is….you know….time?

SPOILERS FOR ARCANE SEASON 2

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❤️

I think that in the alternative universe that Ekko and Heimerdinger are sent to, Abby wouldn’t already be at the bar and have already met that universes Ekko. The original Ekko and Abby met in the FireLights. But if in the alternative universe the FireLights don’t exist, Abby wouldn’t have met Ekko and vice versa. So I like to think that when Heimerdinger got there before Ekko and realized this, him being the little WhiteRabbit shipper he is, would go ahead and find Abby so this universes Abby could be with Ekko if he decided to stay like Heimerdinger said he should. another note about the alternative universe, Abby wouldn’t have her scar, she would have never gotten addicted to shimmer in the first place. So it really makes Ekko feel weird. He loves that part of Abby, her scar, not the pain behind it, but because it’s apart of her. So seeing her without it is unsettling. It’s also unsettling to see how much happier and confident Abby is without it, which means that when Ekko gets back he’s sure to give Abby a bunch of compliments about it, kissing her all over while she’s trying to push him off

“Ew- Ekko get off your giving me cooties.”

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🎧

here’s their full playlist (feel free to give out recommendations, I suck at playlists 😭)

but for a single song? I have to go with A Lovely Night from La La Land

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🎁

I’m actually not really sure about this one. I feel like Ekko would give Abby flowers and stuff, mostly just the ‘cliche romantic’ stuff because she’s just really ‘classy’ (at least he really thinks so) and it seems like should would like stuff like flowers and chocolates and stuff, you know, the classics. Which is true, she does. But she also wants him to not worry about it, to get her literally whatever he wants, it doesn’t have to be anything fancy, after she makes that clear, he starts to make metal roses made of scraps, awkwardly giving it to her while she’s stopping herself from jumping up and down while giggling.

Abby on the other hand would probably just get him whatever scraps of metal or technology she finds, awkwardly shrugging saying that she didn’t know if he would find them useful or not. She would also probably get him a lot of books. In my heart I think he would like to read. Sure some sciencey, nerd books, but also fairytales, fiction, sci-fi, she knows he didn’t have a perfect childhood, so she tries to give him stuff from her own. ——————————————————————————————————-

🌒

I can think of the main few, stuff like how she’s good with the kids at the base, how she’s hardworking, selfless (which sometimes he actually doesn’t like, because in his opinion she’s sometimes too selfless), her sarcastic comments, etc

But the main thing I can think of Ekko really liking about Abby is her confidence. She’s not really confident about her looks sure, especially her face, but she’s confident in her actions and plans. And that reassures him even if she’s not doing it on purpose. If he’s nervous about a mission but sees Abby walking around the base, oozing confidence, he’s almost immediately calmed. ——————————————————————————————————

@tinyevelyn (just tagging you cause I know Tumblr sometimes messes up and doesn’t notify people lol)

ALSO! BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING IN THESE- pssst, here, a little sneak peak of a certain someone’s sona

[mamamittens]

Got another charming rendition of Nikia! (Same lovely anonymous person as last time!) And I'm not so tired I forgot to share lol so here!

She looks so cute, like she just spotted a friend and wants to play it at least a little cool but is super happy lol

Usual, rambling blurb beneath!

So there's this thing about wearing glasses that's easy to forget, even if you regularly wear glasses.

And that's that glasses bend light.

Hold on! I'm not being sarcastic or getting super into a physics lesson or whatever!

But basically, depending on if you are near or far sighted (able to see better up close or far away respectively) your lenses will be shaped differently to bring things into focus. Specifically, if you can't see up close (or need to see even closer up close, like with magnifying glasses) the lens is convex, which is basically just saying the glass bubbles up in the middle/focal point rather than concave (indenting towards the focal point).

This is why you have shots of people with those ridiculous headgear magnifying glasses for whatever eccentric shit they're doing and their eyes are like... Massive.

It's literally magnifying on both ends and this is generally what reading glasses do (though not as dramatically as this skit here).

But if you can't see well far away (and slowly but surely far ends up being not very far away at all if you're like me and unlucky like that), it makes your eyes seem smaller by increasing increments based on prescription. Which generally seems to be the case in anime shows where 'secretly pretty glasses protag removes glasses to reveal the most beautiful eyes, luscious lashes, and intense gaze you've ever seen' or whatever.

Where am I going with this?

Well, much like a lot of my own traits, I gave Nikia my shitty ass eyesight as well (and is the inspiration for Oh Sweet Child of Mine's bad eyesight as well by the way).

I haven't really illustrated this well because honestly it's hard to keep track of and looks goofy irl anyway if you focus on it too much. But her eyes definitely look pretty small compared to how they actually should be. Combined with a resting bitch face with naturally lowered eye lids, it's quite shocking to actually see her eyes clearly.

And where am I going with this all, really?

Well, for quite a while after their first meeting, Thatch makes several assumptions (as does Izou but he'll never admit it).

Mainly at first that she's a young man (got that nonbinary, vaguely masculine vibe about her). Then, after a short bit, that she's super cold and perhaps a bit bitchy and strict. She's a good host, but definitely more about safety than actual, warm hosting like most others on her home islands. Not helped by the static, standoffish expression she wears, eyes just deep set enough to be mostly shadow in the firelight where her glasses don't catch the reflection.

He does work through her awkwardness enough to recognize her actual traits and ends up a little (a lot) obsessed. Izou being a good sounding board and reminding him that not everyone is bitey bastards and that genuinely well meaning but awkward people still exist.

And then.

One day he gets a little smile from her and it's basically that. Face lit up with delight and Thatch (and Izou watching in great interest) are hit from several directions all at once.

Darkened, colorless eyes bright and pale blue like a winter sky. Lips curled into a small, somewhat awkward smile that clearly struggles to not be a flash of teeth with delight. Not the most dramatic expression, but so clearly happy it floors them both.

They know her fairly well at this point. But it's that somewhat hesitant smile that seals everything in place for them. Stamped into their heart with a soft, throaty chuckle.

[louisfriend-ironsulfide]

Hi! Enormous fan of your work! I was wondering if I can request a clannibal fic? Can it be from Hannibal's point of view where he is thinking about Clarice and how he likes her more than he should and then it hits him like a truck he's in love with her? Idk if this concept has been done before but I would like to read your take on it nonetheless!

Thank you!! I’m finally getting around to the stuff in my inbox (it’s been a busy month!) so I’m sorry for the long wait~

This was a very cute request, and I love this sort of thing! I’m not sure if it’s been done before, but I gave it a go. I apologise if this isn’t exactly what you had in mind, but it gave me the inspiration to write something in a rambling stream-of-consciousness style from Hannibal’s POV. It’s set at the end of chapter 101.

(Word count: 1566)

~+~

The thought that stopped him, sudden and still, as he moved to cross the expanse that separated them was one of love.

Ummm.

Love was such an immeasurably foreign and puerile concept to him, and yet he was suddenly suspended by it, like the drop of Chateau d'Yquem glistening in the warm firelight upon Clarice Starling’s skin… teetering on the edge of falling.

When had he fallen, he wondered?

For he certainly had, a long time ago.

He realized it that evening, knelt at her feet, as the last of his delusions (yes, he would admit that his goals for Mischa and the reversal of entropy had been delusions) were stripped away.

…

Over the course of the previous decade, Hannibal Lecter had found that a pleasant warmth swelled within him at the thought or, better yet, the sight of Clarice Starling. And he’d chalked it down, originally, to a deep sense of yearning for his lost sister Mischa.

Yet, he realized now that the deep-rooted sensation of pleasure that followed any mention of Clarice Starling was most certainly not related to wistful nostalgia, nor was it necessarily platonic or familial.

Kneeling before her then, with her pale skin exposed and the drop of wine still suspended in the firelight upon it, he seemed to see all at once across the bounds of his own experience.

Again, he asked himself that question; when had he fallen? Fallen; like Icarus, except it seemed as though he were falling towards the sun rather than away from it.

When had Hannibal Lecter gone from a casual observer of Clarice Starling, to an active and reverent pursuer; the type to risk his own freedom for nothing more than the pleasure of watching her run?

He thought back, and found many significant points of interest framed on the walls of his memory palace- little interactions that had slowly and periodically cemented her place in the forefront of his mind as a person of deep importance, worthy of his time and respect.

He remembered first seeing her, of course. He wasn’t sure he could ever forget it; the sound of her heels followed by her scent and then finally her face, simple and firm and steadfast.

It hadn’t been love at first sight; that was one of the very few things of which he was certain when it came to matters concerning her. He’d been intrigued by her, sure, and a little amused, but not in love.

He’d tried to toy with her, he remembered. Like a prospective buyer browsing kittens at a pet store, dangling a piece of yarn just out of the reach of each one.

Maybe he’d first begun to fall when she’d resisted his toying; when she’d toyed with him right back. When he’d tried to tear her down where she stood, picking apart all the little things he knew she’d be insecure about, and she'd met him with her level prairie gaze. She hadn’t been foolish enough to feign bravado and impenetrability. No, she’d been strong enough to admit that he’d hurt her, and then she'd shot at him right back.

Are you strong enough to point that high-powered perception at yourself? It's hard to face.

Hard to face, indeed.

He continued on, tracking through the history they shared. The next thought that came to mind - the next poignant, shining scene that encapsulated so exquisitely her essence - was the evening on which she’d returned to him after finding his ‘valentine’.

It’d been so late, and yet she hadn’t gone home to sleep her exhaustion off. She could have returned to him the next morning. But instead she’d gone straight to that dim dungeon - to the pits of Baltimore - to discuss the severed head she’d discovered at his instruction.

She’d driven through the pitch black and she’d hurried down to his basement, dripping wet and smelling so sweetly of autumn and rain and natural musk and the tiniest hints of blood from her scratch. She’d forgone the chair to sit down, criss-cross-applesauce, before his cell so they’d been even.

Do not touch the glass. Do not approach the glass.

If she’d have leaned forwards any further, her face would’ve rested against the cold surface.

If he attempts to pass you anything, do not accept it.

He remembered how she’d jumped a little at the food slider, opening by her head, with his offering of the clean, folded towel within. It was one of the few nice things he’d owned, living within his sad little box. He hadn’t, at the time, been sure of why exactly he’d offered it to her. She’d taken it and toweled her dripping hair, and he’d watched from the darkness with a sense of falling.

Little things like that had endeared him to her. Little breaches of the rules. Things she did, things she said. Every unexpected turn she took, and every time she’d returned to him without prompting.

The shock of her hair in the otherwise dim and drab holding room in Memphis; the pleasure of her unexpected company and the immense glee he’d felt knowing he’d be able to converse with her one final time before his escape.

The shock of her hair had appeared again, so many times, and it stood out to him as a significant symbol. The walls of her dedicated room within his memory palace were painted that winter-sunset orange.

So many times had the ruddish color of her hair caused his breath to stall in his chest.

Twice he’d seen it in the newspapers when in Florence, when her face had been plastered unjustly across the dreadful tabloids.

Then again he’d seen it when she’d been bounding through Virginia State Park amongst the deer, her ponytail bobbing behind her, leaving seemingly a trail of light in her wake.

And then again, when he’d caught sight of her moving, silent and deadly, along the low wall of Mason Verger’s barn with one goal in mind; finding him.

He’d been seconds away from an undoubtedly slow and excruciating death. And, yet, all he’d been able to focus on as she’d cut him loose had been the color of her hair and how endeared he’d become to her southern drawl.

Then, of course, there’d been the two sharp snicks of the Sardinians’ darts, and he’d watched her hair arc as she’d fallen to the ground.

He’d lifted her deftly into his arms- she’d freed him, and now he would free her. It’d been the first time he’d touched her since Memphis.

He’d carried her away, and thus the next phase of their relationship had begun to flourish.

The days following the incident at the barn had been strange. It’d been an exploration for them both; finally, they were able to breathe, in that place outside of time on the banks of the Chesapeake. They’d finally had the opportunity to bathe in one another’s company after such an extensive period apart.

Days of healing. Days of talk. Days of sleep and strong broth and omelettes.

And, throughout it all, Dr Lecter had retreated into a clinical mindset; he’d stepped back from his own interests and he’d forced himself to view Starling objectively, as a patient more than anything, even as he’d stripped and stitched and washed and clothed and fed her.

Dr Lecter learned that obsession from a distance was very different to obsession in proximity. Clarice Starling- close enough to touch, and still simultaneously so far away from him.

He’d had to lock himself away because he was unsure of the ways in which he may have reacted, with her being so close and so free in her own wit; all due to the deep touch of the benzodiazepines he’d given her, to aid in her development and healing.

Again, he’d foolishly blamed the rising memories of Mischa for his loosening grip on his usually iron-clad control. He knew better, now, of course.

How blind he’d been… a psychiatrist, seemingly an expert in human nature, yet he’d still been so naive to his own emotions.

His clinical facade had finally started to crack when she’d stepped down the stairs earlier that fateful evening, swathed in pale silk and completely raw in her radiant beauty.

The crack had grown as he’d sat across from her at his long dining table under the gentle glow of the candles, her lips shining from the butter sauce.

And it had broken completely when the climax of the evening had arrived; when she’d knocked the teacup from the table. He’d watched the cup shatter - felt his own mind shatter with it - and the shards were still.

…

Hannibal Lecter blinked once, and found himself suddenly back in the present; back on the floor of the drawing room.

Clarice Starling was waiting patiently, her brows furrowed as she waited for him to move; so completely and utterly statuesque was he, aside from the rise and fall of his chest.

Her lips were parted slightly… pale skin, now flushed, tinged golden from the fire… tigers-eyes cast downwards on him, wide and wild and slightly unsure… the drop of wine quivering upon her breast with each labored breath…

And again, under the light of her exquisite beauty, he felt the full force of his realization;

Love.

Ah… So this was what it felt like?

How foolish. How utterly predictable. How all-consuming.

Hannibal Lecter fell gladly, as he bent to her coral and cream in the firelight his dark sleek head.

[silcosprincess]

Hello! Could I get a romantic Matchup please?

so I’m Lexi and here’s what I look like!👇

I’m 24, straight, she/they, 5’4, & INTJ

Pros? I’d say I’m playful, have a weird sense of humour, talkative, loyal as a dog, great listener, I smile a lot (while ironically having a resting bitch face), sarcastic, and most would probably describe me as either adorable yet cursed or adorably cursed. I’m definitely not a stranger to being called a cryptid lol

Neutral? I’m very sensitive, socially awkward, tend to ramble a lot, I can be a bit of a pack rat (I tend to keep a lot of unnecessary things either out of sentimental value or just cause it think it’s neat even if other people think it’s just junk 🤷🏾‍♀️), and I’m a bit of a perfectionist (but only towards myself).

Cons? I’m shy, anxious, a little clumsy, stubborn, non-confrontational (unless truly needed which I go kinda overkill sometimes), and can be petty/passive-aggressive

Likes/Hobbies: Info-dumping, Playing bass, Internet Icebergs, retro technology, DIY projects, music, art, photography, and horror movies

Dislikes: Being underestimated, people who take themselves too seriously, my passions/interests being mocked, being interrupted, and...country music? 🤷🏾‍♀️

Fun facts about me:

* Sometimes I write music (mainly just basslines though)

* I once accidentally won an art show (Yes I do mean accidentally. Long story)

* Erm…I used to work at a daycare? (For about 3 weeks 🤡)

* I once took a trip to Spain and joined a weed club 😎🤙🍃

Hope that was enough info! Thanks in advance!

Hello and thank you for requesting! <3 @killer-qu33n-of-disaster

I match you with:

🖤Ekko🖤

You two met whenever you were looking for retro tech in the under city, the haunting energy piqued your curiosity. You stumbled upon a salvage area near the Firelight's hideout, and Ekko spotted you. He was torn between curiosity and concern, as he'd never seen you before and you were really close to his hideout. He still had a wound from the day before, but he mustered up the courage to go up and talk to you anyway. As you two talked and he knew you weren't a threat, he welcomed you into the hideout and you spent a lot of time helping him around and getting to know him, which eventually turned into a sweet bond between you.

He really enjoys your vibe and sarcastic banter, and the both of you have so many inside jokes that nobody else gets. He really appreciates that you can smile even through the intensity of life in Zaun. You both exude a lot of ride-or-die energy. While Ekko is shouldering a lot of responsibility with the firelights, he really admires your loyalty and resilience. You encourage him to relax and let himself laugh even when things get rough, something not many people can do for him.

Whether it's your bass playing or you working on DIY projects, he absolutely loves watching you create things and thinks your passion for "odd" things and bits is really cute, and also really aligns with his tinkering tendencies. You two once spent hours just turning scrap metal and such for a really cute music box for one of the orphans in the hideout, and it's one of his favorite memories.

This guy is so smitten with you, he gets captivated just by how you talk with him sometimes. He loves the way you can soothe him with a deep conversation but still make him laugh with random witty remarks, and he would never mock your awkward moments, but instead try his best to make you feel safe in them, so that you know he doesn't think you're a weirdo and he isn't judging you.

I think his spontaneity balances out your introspective side really nicely, and he loves that despite being reserved at first, you become very talkative with him and about topics you love, and he loves to see how your face lights up whenever you're rambling about whatever you're interested him. It just makes him happy to see you happy, honestly, and he also finds the stuff you talk about pretty interesting too. He could listen to you ramble for hours.

Since he knows you hold in your emotions at times, he might sometimes try to push you to speak your mind if he really thinks you're being treated unfairly. He won't force you of course, but he just thinks that you deserve so much better than some people at times and he just wants you to know your worth! He will always try his best to be patient and understanding if you clash with him, though.

The both of you really care for one another, so sometimes you might keep stresses private to "protect" the other, but over time you both learn to be more open with each other and learning to share burdens equally becomes a meaningful lesson, and helps your bond to grow even deeper.

Overall, the two of you have a very fun relationship, and you're always his favorite addition to his not-so-little hideout! And while Ekko is under a lot of stress, having you there with him helps him to remember to smile everyday and he hopes he does the same for you, since your smile is his favorite.

Thank you again for requesting and I hope you enjoyed it!!!

[arcanemoxhi]

Don't Tell Vi... Please.. heh...

Vi x Firelight!FemReader

//Short Story//

Warning ⚠️‼️: blood, stitches, needles, mentions of punishments, mentiond of overstim, cuddles, kisses, a lil bit of arguing

"Here you are. Alright, I'm gonna contact Vi--"

"no please! Don't tell her, I don't want her to worry, she's already working hard right now! Please, Ekko, don't say anything! I can handle it." You pleaded Ekko not to spill anything as you lean against the door frame, with an open wound on your thigh. You hear Ekko sigh in annoyance. "Fine, fine, I'll let you deal with your own business, but it's going to be worse." Ekko shakes his head as he turns away, walking down the steps of you apartment. "Thank you." You slipped into your shared apartment and closed the door locking it. You quietly limped over to the bathroom. You quickly sit on the toilet cover as you gather the first aid kit. You scatter the box to find bandages, stitching needles, and disaffecting alcohol. You look at your nasty wound as you quickly gather your cotton cloth and used disaffecting alcohol to clean your bad wound. You drench the cloth in the alcohol and pat it against your thigh. You begin to tear up as the alcohol hits your wound, "Fuck me." You sigh sharply as you look at the stitching needle. You think if it's really necessary to stitch it up, but you start to be honest and just hate needles. You quickly put it away and continue to disinfect it. After, you start to peel back a bandage. As you hiss at the pain, you realize you didn't scan the apartment. You stop everything and begin to listen into the apartment. You realize you hear footsteps hurrying to the bathroom. You jump up in a hurry to close the door, yet you're too late. Your red haired girlfriend is deadpan at you, as her hand is the one that stopped the door from closing.

"Vi-Vi! H-Hi, baby! W-What are you doing he-here?? J-Just popping up at t-times and plac-places." You scatter for words as you try to hide your giant gash. She smirks at your cute rambling. "What's the matter, sweet stuff?" As she notices the medical supplies around you.

"i-I, uh.. I have a small, very small, scratch, A-And I was just cleaning it up. Nothing a bandage won't fix." You smile nervously as you lean your wounded leg out of view. "oh really? May I see this tiny wound?" Vi raises her eyebrows with her sly smirk still on display. "U-Uhm no need." You reach over to push Vi out the door. You fail when Vi sweeps both her hands under your armpits and places you up on the white bathroom counter. "Hey!" You feel Vi sorta man handle your thighs as you hiss from the pain. Your bloody gash is bleeding less than it was when you ran inside, but it's still opened. You hear Vi sigh as she stands up and grips the bridge of her nose. "Vi, listen. Before you get mad, just know, I was about to handle it and this was an accident on my behalf." You tried to make the situation better. "By not stitching it and masking your pain with a bandage, that you know won't cover it or heal with?! Babe, what the hell?! Why did I have to find out from Ekko??" Vi raises her voice, getting a little heated. You sigh, "I didn't want you to know... Because I wanted to go on the big mission at the end of this week. And than this happened... I was hoping to cover it before you got back..." Your eyes tilt down at your hands clasped in your lap. You hear Vi sigh again before she cups your cheeks and kisses you. This shocks you, but you take in the kiss. Vi moves away from your soft lips to look into your soft eyes. Her thumb grazes your cheek. "You still should have told me instead of me sneaking in through the window to catch you in time." You smile nervously as she grabs the needle and cleans it. She sits on the toilet cover to get a perfect view of your wound. You groan and whine at the thought of stitches. "I just didn't want to be taken away from the mission..." You grip the counter nervously as you speak so softly. You know not telling Vi was wrong and you tell her your fully admit it as well.

"babe, I wasn't going to take you off the mission. I needed you. And by this, you would still be able to operate with it," Vi begins to drive the needle through and out the gash. "Fuck me!" You hit the counter, bruising your palm. You can't move as much, but that's what made it worse. "I would, if you told me the truth." Vi smirks at you as she continues and eventually finishes. You pant as Vi puts the needle down and cleans around the wound. "At least powder didn't stitch your wound." Vi kisses your thighs and goes to the sink to wash her hands. You roll your eyes as you are reminded that she stitched herself with a staple gun. "You need to tell me, baby. Don't hide from me anymore, okay? I need to know your okay. I love you so much." She dries her hands and cups your face again. She gives you a loving quick kiss on the lips, resulting in a innocent smile from you. "but you did hide this from me, soo... You're going to get an punishment, sweet stuff," she watches your innocent smile fade into a shocked blush expression. "W-What?"

"oh, you didn't think you were getting out of this with no punishment, right? Oh my little muffin, I'm going to overstim you until the only words you can muster is my name. I'm going to to edge you until you hate my guts," Vi is smiling mischievously as she runs her hands on your waist and inner thigh. You try to muster words for plea or beg for forgiveness, but Vi covers your lips with her finger. "No, no, baby. You need to own up to your mistakes. But all in due time, now it's time for some cuddles and kisses." Vi scoops you up and takes you to your shared bedroom. She undresses you until you're fully comfy and she does the same as you lay on your good thigh. Vi crawls into bed placing kisses from your hand to your shoulder to your soft lips. You giggle and Vi lays down by you, so you can curl up into her strong arms. "I love you, baby. I love you so much, baby." Vi kisses your head softly. "I actually don't know what I would do without you... Other than Powder," she smiles a little and rubs your tense shoulders. "Well, I'm glad I met you, Vi. I love you so much... Maybe even more." You look up at the red head as you give her a soft kiss. After a few soft kisses, you two enjoy the silence of your apartments and the sounds of kids outside playing in the alleyways.

"ohhh, I can't wait to see your legs shake violently." Vi hums, breaking the silence.

"V-Vi!!"

A/N: sorry for the wait, but I got a lot of things brewing >:] hehehehehe okay bye bye muah muah love you 💕

[notepadsandtealeaves]

Jason Todd x GN!Reader in: Movie Nights with the (Bat)Boys™ Pt. 3

12 Days of Batmas || Day 8—Watching Holiday Specials

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

↞ previous: firelight in gotham || decorating your home

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|| dames day 8 | dick day 8 | tim day 8 ||

This man is all about getting cozy with you.

He’ll take any excuse to cuddle up with you—not that he actually needs one, of course—so naturally movie nights are right up his alley.

The most wonderful time of the year just got even better…

↠ Requested By: No one, technically ((but given the fact that I’ve been working on this series since last year I’m sure you’re all ready for me to wrap this ish up lmao)) ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW fluff ((but my blog’s 18+ so if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ CWs/TWs: Brief talk of a handsy Jay; slightly suggestive, but nothing to write home about, really. ↠ Betas? Nah, we don’t do that here. ↠ Total WC: 700~

So there’s no ficlets this time around folks. sorry about it but I just couldn’t come up with anything sadly. But! They’re pretty lengthy (they’re all 700+ words) so that’s something ig. Anyways, that’s enough rambling from me—have at it and (hopefully) enjoy!

Headcanon || WC: 700~

🌟 This man is all about getting cozy with you.

He’ll take any excuse to cuddle up with you—not that he actually needs one, of course—so naturally movie nights are right up his alley.

Warm, soft blankets, yummy snacks, and his boo all wrapped up in his arms while you veg out in front of the television? That’s prime date night material right there.

Loves to spoon during movie nights, doesn’t really care who’s wrapped around who, tho if you’re tinier than him he’s gonna tease you a bit if you wanna be the big spoon lol.

Lots of “My cute lil jetpack”s and “Can you even breath/see back there” and the like.

((but lbr—this boy loves having you hold him; tho he’ll rarely admit to this aloud, he won’t deny it if you say it))

🌟 Providing work hasn’t worn him out, he’s the type to stay up for the whole of things.

Even if you tip off he rarely follows suit, choosing instead to hold you tight and enjoy the feel of you in his arms, alive and well and safe.

If he does fall asleep he’s gonna be so sad! This was time that he was meant to spend with you, and he’s wasted it by sleeping.

Will promise to make it up to you, no matter how much you tell him that isn’t necessary, so just let him, okay? It’s as much for his sake as it is for yours.

🌟 V. much a commentator—esp. if the movie is one you’ve already seen before and-or he finds the plot to be overly ridiculous.

He’ll pull back if you want to watch the film in peace, but the minute those credits roll he’s gonna rip into it lol.

He’s v. indiscriminate with his critiques, has to be given his love for B-movies. There’s just something about the jank of those films that just does it for him; like were the creators actually trying to create something good, or were they self-aware? Either way he’s here for it.

🌟 He’s… also got a tendency to get a bit, let’s say handsy, if he finds the movie boring.

What? He’s gotta keep himself occupied somehow, and it’s not like he’s legit feeling you up from the start. Really it’s more of a caress that can easily turn into more if you give him the go ahead.

If that’s not the vibe he’s more than happy to keep it PG-13, much like I’m trying to do with these HCs lol.

🌟 As for what he likes to watch…

No matter the time of year, this is v. much a weekly thing for you, so he’s not too fussed about the lineup…

…Well so long as you don’t pull a Tim and try to marathon the Die Hard series lmao. They’re movies that take place during Christmas—that’s it, that’s all.

In a somewhat similar vein, he does consider Nightmare Before Christmas to be both a Christmas and a Halloween flick. This spicy take is not born from an actual strong opinion, btw, but rather from his love of trolling Damian lol.

There are a few standards that he’ll want to get at some point during your sessions; i.e. The Year Without a Santa Claus, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Home Alone. These films never fail to get him in the holiday spirit.

((and yes, he is well aware of the fact that you can make the same argument for Home Alone as you can for Die Hard, but he also doesn’t care lmao))

This is also one of the few times you’ll catch him singing without a hit of embarrassment or restraint. Unsurprising given that most Christmas movie soundtracks slap.

Ngl, he finds most of the newer Made for TV movies to be terrible, but at the same time the season just doesn’t feel complete without watching at least one cheesy holiday flick.

((his favorite is Holiday in Handcuffs, but tbh he loves anything with Melissa Joan Hart in it; he’s kinda had a thing for her ever since her Sabrina days lol))

🌟 Overall movie nights with Jay are just *chef’s kiss* 10/10—would highly recommend cuddling up with this giant teddy bear of a man while you binge.

🌟 Up Next: Day Nine || Kissing Under the Mistletoe ((check back tomorrow!!))

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[violetlilysunshine]

No More Secrets

Boyfriend Harry Holland x Actress Reader

Summary: Harry finds out about a history between you and Tom, making him doubt himself and your relationship.

WC: 2,486

Warnings: a little bit angsty, kinda sad for a second, swearing, mentions of sex, mostly fluff 

A/N: I like to put the “keep reading” bar on all my posts (not just 18+) because I prefer it that way on mobile, if y’all don’t like it, let me know!!

MASTERLIST

Somehow, Harry had convinced you to go on a camping trip with Tom, Sam, and Harrison. You, not being the outdoorsy type because bugs, agreed and now here you were in the woods trying to set up a tent with Harrison. 

“No, it goes this way, Y/N,” Harrison barked at you in exasperation. 

“Well, that’s not what the picture looks like, Harrison,” you sassed back. 

“Well, I don’t care what the picture looks like!” he argued back before Harry came over to help you out.

“Why don’t you go help Tom unload the kitchen stuff, darling, and I’ll handle this,” he spoke against your ear, gently wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a short kiss to your temple. 

“Yeah, alright,” you answered breathily, slipping out of his grasp and walking back towards the cars.

“Alright, how do we do this?” Harry questioned Harrison.

“Mate, I have no idea, she was the only one reading the directions,” he answered. 

“Then why were you yelling at her!?”

“Because I’m sure my way will work just fine!”

“Well, she knows what she’s doing! She’s always right!”

“Just because she’s your girlfriend, mate, doesn’t mean she’s always right.”

Harry glanced down at the instruction manual laying on the ground at his feet, then glanced back at the tent in his hands. “Well, in this case she was,” he said shoving the manual in Harrison’s face before pulling the poles out of the tent to start over. 

“Ugh,” Harrison groaned, “this is going to take forever!” 

~~~~~~~~~

After dinner, so graciously cooked by Sam, you were gathered around the fire pit, under the stars. You were cuddled in Harry’s lap, sharing a blanket while everyone else was situated in their own chairs; yours had become the snack chair - featuring the s’mores supplies. 

You were all slightly tipsy, having cleared through the single case of beer you’d packed. The boys were arguing about who would have to go into town the next day to get more, not that you cared. You were content being sober, never having been a big drinker.

Harry wasn’t paying much mind to the conversation either. Instead he was focused on your fingers tracing patterns on his thigh, your hair tied up in a bun to avoid a marshmallow-chocolate catastrophe, and the way the firelight lit up your cheeks. 

You glanced down at him sweetly, feeling his eyes lingering on you. You breathed deeply before asking, “what’s up, bub?” 

“Nothing, babe, just looking at you,” he answered.

“Like what you see?” you asked cheekily, chuckling lightly.

“Oh yeah,” he answered quickly, “how did I ever get a girl like you?”

“I don’t know, Holland,” you answered, laughing breathily once more and planting a kiss on his lips.

“Would you two knock it off?” Harrison groaned from across the fire, “no one wants to see that!”

You pulled back and chuckled, slightly embarrassed because you weren’t used to attention like this. You’d hardly spent time with these boys as a group, mainly opting for solo-time with Harry.  

“Oh leave ‘em alone,” Tom answered quickly, “I think it’s cute.” 

“Yeah, only because you didn’t want her,” Harrison grumbled out, much louder than he’d anticipated. 

“What?” Harry piped up quickly. 

“Oh no,” Sam sighed, knowing the full story, and the secret you’d vowed to keep from Harry.

You had met Tom on a red carpet once upon a time, greeting him quickly before being ushered off to the next interview. You didn’t think anything would come of it, but hoped that you’d cross paths again another day. To your delight, you did on your next project. 

You ended up filming a small movie with the Russo Brothers and Tom came to set for a few days to visit them. The two of you “reconnected” and ended up getting on pretty well, hanging out casually while he was around.

The night before he left, the two of you had a night in at your apartment; you had take out together and watched a movie, during which you had gravitated closer together. You were talking a little and felt the smallest spark in the room. The two of you were looking at each other, a pause settled in the conversation. He glanced down at your lips, and you at his. In this moment, you silently agreed that you wanted to try something more. He leaned in and pressed a sweet, short kiss to your lips. You didn’t feel anything and neither did he. He pulled away and let out a breath. The both of you agreed that it didn’t feel like anything; not that it was a bad kiss, but it didn’t set either of your hearts on fire. 

After that you agreed to stay friends, keeping things simple, and nothing more ever came of it. You didn’t know that he’d told any of his friends, as you’d never told anyone yourself. If you were ever asked about your relationship with Tom, you always said something along the lines of, “it’s just not like that.”

A few months later, you and Tom ended up in Atlanta; he was filming Spider-Man and you were working on another project. This time he had Harry with him, who you got to meet. Instantly, something sparked between the two of you. You ended up hanging with Harry a lot on this trip; the two of you found ways to be alone together, even if you’d started the night out as a group with other friends.

Quickly, you and Harry built a relationship; everything with him felt easy, comfortable, harmonious. One night, you were bar hopping with the gang, Harry and you leading the pack, and Harry kept bumping his arm against yours. You got the hint, and let him tangle your fingers together, very much like the Far From Home airport scene with Peter and MJ. Things progressed from there with more time being spent together and quite a few dates. A few weeks later, you slipped up introducing him to one of your friends, calling him your boyfriend when you’d hadn’t had that talk yet; but he was smooth, instantly reaching his hand out saying, “yeah, I’m her boyfriend, nice to meet you,” before winking at you and cooling the blush rising to your cheeks.

Now here you were a year later, and your secret from oh so long ago was about to come out. You wanted to tell him about your kiss with Tom, but didn’t want to hurt him or make him doubtful of your relationship, so you let it slide. Not worrying about it and just letting life happen.

You immediately looked at Tom, knowing what Harrison was referring to, now also knowing that Tom had told people. You weren’t mad at him for this, but obviously everyone knew that Harry didn’t know, and should’ve been keeping their mouths shut.

Harry had always been a little beaten down; he felt he was living in Tom’s shadow and thought that girls wanted Tom more than him. Meeting you was different, you seemed to see him. He never thought that you and Tom might’ve had something before he came along.

Silence passed between you all, no one willing to break the tension except Harry.

“What did you say, Harrison?” 

“Nothing, I didn’t mean anything,” Harrison quickly stuttered out.

“No, you said that Tom didn’t want Y/N. What does that mean?” He questioned, looking at Tom first and then up at you.

You blinked quickly, eyes locked with Tom, urging him to speak. Thankfully he got the message, “Y/N and I sort of kissed once. It was nothing, just a peck.”

“You..... you what?” Harry asked, his face falling as you turned to look at him quickly. You pressed your hands to his cheeks trying to make him listen to your explanation as you began to sputter, “it was nothing,” and, “it didn’t mean anything.”

Harry nudged you off of his lap and stood up before stalking off to your shared tent.

You looked over at Tom, to which he quickly whispered a “sorry,” his face softening at you as well, before you locked eyes with Harrison sternly. 

“What the fuck was that about?” You seethed at him. He knew he messed up and he was genuinely sorry, but right now in this moment there was no fixing it with you so he chose not to say anything at all. His eyes looked remorseful; deep down you knew he was sorry and that he wouldn’t do anything to break up you and Harry, but he had really messed up. 

You turned around and began to walk slowly to the tent, wanting to give Harry a little time to cool off before you tried to explain. When you made it to the entrance, you slowly unzipped it and found him laying on top of the sleeping bag with his arm thrown over his eyes.

“Bubba?” you asked quietly, not wanting to push him too far, but desperately wanting him to speak to you. 

He sighed deeply. You knew he’d heard you and that he was processing, so you sat down next to him quietly, waiting for him to come to you. Tears started to well up in your eyes because you hated hurting him and you didn’t want to lose him. 

He slowly sat up and removed his arm from his face. He turned towards you and looked into your bloodshot eyes; his were red too and he already had streaks of tears down his cheeks. 

“Yes, darling?” He asked; he wanted to hear what you had to say. He didn’t want to lead the conversation yet, hell, he wasn’t sure he was even ready to have it. 

“Bubba, it didn’t mean anything. I promise. It was so long ago,” you breathed out, not really knowing where to start. You’d been so focused on him that you didn’t think about what you were going to say.

“What happened exactly?” he asked lowly, wanting to know the whole story. 

“Well, he visited the Russo Brothers on our set and we hung out and then thought maybe we could be more and kissed once. It didn’t even last a second and it didn’t feel like anything and I don’t want him at all. He doesn’t want me. We agreed that it was nothing and I didn’t even know that Harrison and Sam knew and I’m so so sorry I didn’t tell you. I know how much it hurts to find out this way,” you quickly rambled out. 

“When?” 

“A long time ago. Before Atlanta. Before we met,” you stuttered out.

He looked up at the roof of the tent, breathing deeply. He felt like sloppy seconds. 

“You couldn’t land him, so you came to me?” he spoke into the sky.

“Not at all,” you hurried out as you clambered over to him and straddled his lap, grabbing his cheeks and bringing his face down to meet yours, “I don't want him. There’s nothing between us, we’re just friends, you know that.” 

You paused, giving him time to add something if he wanted. You breathed for a few seconds before continuing, “I know that you feel like you live in his shadow, but trust me when I say that when I saw you, my world shined a little brighter. You’re not in the shadow with me at all, baby,” you whispered to him, both of you now crying heavily.

You peppered little kisses on his chin as you continued, “I looked past Tom and saw you, Harry. It’s always been you,” your voice breaking. 

“But you could have had him, why would you ever want me?” He questioned insecurely.

“Because you’re you, bub. You’re different people. You see me as I am. You appreciate me. You’re an incredible person with the kindest heart. You’re an amazing human being. You care for people so much. You’re an amazing photographer and you’re gong to make an amazing director someday. Hell, you already are with Roses for Lily,” you breathed quickly, squeezing his cheeks a little tighter, trying to make him believe you. “God, Har, I love you so much, it hurts,” you added before thinking.

You pulled away quickly, your tears stopping and eyes widening immediately. His widened as well, neither of you had said that yet.

Your brain kicked into high gear, immediately trying to talk your way out of it, but no words were coming to your mind so you were left stuttering a series of “um,” and “I didn’t mean to say that” and “what I meant was,” before he cut you off.

“I love you, too,” he said simply. 

“Yeah?” you breathed out.

“Yeah,” he said before gently grabbing your waist and pulling you forward to connect your lips. 

After separating after a few seconds, you asked him, “does this mean we’re okay?”

“Yeah, love, we’re okay,” he answered, calling you ‘love’ for the first time. Your heart beat a little faster at that before he added, “I just wish you would’ve told me sooner.”

“I wanted to, babe, but I didn’t want to hurt you, especially when it was nothing.”

“I understand that, darling,” he breathed out, “but no more secrets.”

“No more secrets,” you answered before kissing him again.

He poured his whole heart into the kiss, wanting to show you just how much he loves you. Your tongues tangled for a while before he started to tug at your hips a little harder, trying to grind up into you. You felt him beginning to get hard and pulled back chuckling.

“I am not having sex with your brothers and best friend sitting right there.”

“They’re pretty far away, love,” he laughed, trying to pull you in with his charm, “I don’t think they’ll hear, but if they do, they’ll really know you’re mine,” he added peppering kisses down your neck and sucking on your sweet spot just above your collar bone. 

“Harrrrrrrrry,” you laughed out, pushing him away from your neck and pulling his face up to yours to plant a quick kiss on him, “no.”

“Later?” he asked cheekily, quirking up an eyebrow and smiling at you.

“Maybe, bubba,” you answer slowly, “if you’re lucky, very late tonight after we’re - and by we’re I mean I’m - sure everyone is asleep we can maybe go have sex in the car where no one will hear us.” 

He plants a kiss on the corner of your mouth before saying, “man I can’t wait for them to go to sleep tonight,” with a laugh and a final kiss to your lips. 

“C’mon tiger,” you say standing up and dragging him with you back to the group. 

“All better?” Tom asks quickly once the two of you came into view. He glances down at your entwined hands before smiling.

“All better,” you assure him settling back into Harry’s lap and pecking him quickly. 

~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Tagging @thegirlintheswivelchair because she heard all about this as it was being written (and she brought up the s’mores) xoxo

[mortimer-writes-sometimes]

Can I request something where sans keeps making excuses to keep Grillby talking? And when confronted, he admits that he just likes hearing Grillby’s voice? 👉👈

Haha, so this was going to just be silly fluff, I swear, but...  Look I swear it all works out and it’s really cute in the end. I hope you enjoy!

Talk to Me

Word count: 3323 Summary: Sans wants to hear from his boyfriend more, but he goes about it the wrong way.

“Hello Sans, this is Grillby. I just wanted to call and make sure you’re alright. It’s been two days since I’ve seen you at the bar… I asked Dogamy and Dogeressa if they’d seen you and they both said they haven’t. Are you ill? If you are, I could bring something for you and Papyrus, or- ah, well, I’ve been talking long enough. Forgive my rambling. Just send me a message to let me know you’re alright? I hope to see you soon.”

Sans let the voicemail play as he laid in bed, relaxing a bit. It had been months since Grillby left that message. Sans had some kind of flu and was bedridden for a week. As soon as Grillby heard, he came over with canned soup, cold packs, and audiobooks, giving Papyrus a break to rest and ensuring that both of the skeletons were well cared for. The audiobooks had been nice, but they’d been nothing compared to Grillby’s voicemail. When Sans heard it, it occurred to him that he wasn’t sure he’d ever heard Grillby talk for that long in one go. The even rhythm of his voice was remarkably soothing. Sans had fallen asleep to that insignificant message more than once.

The skeleton felt a bit silly. He and Grillby were dating now. He had more than enough opportunity to talk to him. Something still felt off though. Even when they were outside the bar, Grillby was always a one-or-two sentences kind of guy. He never told any stories, he didn’t ramble on about his favorite subjects, and he never vented in length about his day. And then there was that phrase. “Forgive my rambling,” Sans muttered to himself, frowning. He’d heard that twice since he’d started dating Grillby, and something about it didn’t sit right with him. Speaking about dates with Grillby…

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Sans’s watch went off and he shot up. Shoot, he was late! Grillby had the evening off and they had agreed to meet up at the bar before going to MTT Resort for dinner. Grillbz made a reservation and everything! Sans hurriedly put on a black tuxedo-print shirt and then threw his freshly-washed jacket on top. That was about as close to fancy as Sans got.

Grabbing his phone, the skeleton took a shortcut to Grillby’s, where the bartender himself was waiting outside. Damn, he made Sans feel underdressed. Grillby had a black suit jacket on over his navy blue dress shirt, and it looked like he might have even ironed his usual bowtie for this. He was looking at his watch, making Sans feel a pang of guilt. This was what, the fourth time in a row he’d been late for a date?

Grillby didn’t seem to mind it. He glanced up and caught sight of Sans, smiling a bit. “I see you’re all dressed up,” he chuckled. “You look nice.”

“Not as nice as you, hot stuff.” Sans grinned, holding out a hand for Grillby. “Ready to go?”

Grillby nodded and took his hand. “Ready.”

Dating Start!

One moment, they were in Snowdin. The next, they were at MTT Resort, barely in time for their reservation. Sans had done a few comedy gigs at MTT before, so it wasn’t like it was a new place to him, but somehow going there with Grillby made it feel different. The lighting felt softer, the music seemed gentler, and when the two of them sat at their table, the smile Grillby gave Sans made the skeleton feel like he was dreaming. For the first time, MTT Resort Restaurant felt romantic.

“What are you thinking about?” Grillby asked, breaking Sans’s train of thought.

Sans chuckled. “You,” he responded honestly. “You make the whole room light up wherever you go.”

Grillby arched an eyebrow. “Well, I am made of fire.”

“Oh my god, you know what I meant,” Sans managed through his laughter. As he calmed, he gave the bartender a soft smile. “This is nice. I’ve been here a thousand times, but it’s different when it’s with you. A good different. You make everything better.”

Grillby blushed, smiling. “Sans… that was the sappiest thing I have ever heard.”

Sans grinned at his teasing. “Aww, you know you love me.”

“I do.” Grillby rested his arm on the table, opening his hand to Sans. The skeleton took him up on his offer and mimicked the gesture, holding Grillby’s hand on top of the table. Grillby ran his thumb over Sans’s knuckles, thoughtful as he looked at their joined hands.

Usually, from there, Sans would start the conversation back up with an onslaught of puns or start talking about his day. The skeleton’s thoughts drifted back to that voicemail. ‘Forgive me for rambling.’ Their talks were always pretty one-sided, huh? It didn’t seem to bother Grillby at all, but it bothered Sans. He wanted to hear his boyfriend ramble. He wanted to know what was going on inside the fire monster’s head. And, if he was being honest with himself, he just wanted to take a moment to bask in Grillby’s even baritone voice.

“What are you thinking about?” Sans asked.

Grillby hadn’t expected that question, looking up. “Us,” he answered simply, smiling a bit.

That wasn’t a satisfying answer! Sans pressed a little more. “What about us?”

“About the time we spend together.” Grillby met Sans’s gaze, eyes full of tenderness and beautiful firelight. “I have never felt greater happiness than I do by your side.”

Man, how did he manage to sound so romantic in so few words? Sans flustered, dramatically fanning his face. “I’m swooning. And you said I’m a sap? If I’m a sap,” he joked, “Then you’re the whole maple.”

Grillby chuckled. “So tonight’s joke theme is going to be trees, I take it?”

“You better be-leaf it.” Sans winked at him. “Hey, why do trees make the worst frienemies?” He waited for a beat, then said, “Because they’re the best at throwing shade!”

Sans sometimes wondered if Grillby would have laughed at that joke if it came from someone other than him. Whether or not he would, he was laughing now, and Sans wanted it to go on forever. Unfortunately, it didn’t. Grillby regained his composure and let go of Sans’s hand, picking up a menu. “While I hate to interrupt the pleasant-trees, we should figure out what we want to eat.”

“Heh, good one,” Sans mumbled with a smile as he picked up his menu. Aha! This could be the perfect opportunity! “You know,” he began, “I’ve been here for gigs, but I’ve never actually eaten here. All these fancy dishes sound super complicated. Can you explain some of this stuff to me?” Grillby was passionate about cooking, so surely he would have a few words on the matter. More than a few, hopefully.

Grillby glanced up over the top of his menu. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Uhh…” Good question! Sans hadn’t really thought about it. “I dunno. I’ll figure it out as we go?”

Grillby nodded and looked back down at the menu. “Alright.” He considered the dishes on the menu for a long moment. “What about the swiss steak? It’s a tenderized steak cooked in a pan with onions and tomato sauce. It appears in the recipe they use here they also add mushrooms. I can’t be sure, but as far as spices go I would guess- well. I’ve already explained the basics. Forgive me for rambling.”

“No no, you’re good! I…” Sans wanted to groan. Oh, come on! For a moment there, the skeleton had been able to get completely lost in Grillby’s voice, taking in every word. “I, um, I think that sounds good, but I want to hear about some other stuff first.” He scanned the menu, picking a random dish. “What’s, uh… beef stroganoff?”

Grillby tilted his head, locating the name on the menu with interest. “Oh, that’s another good dish. Stroganoff is made with small pieces of a marbled cut of steak, ideally sirloin or ribeye. The sauce is made with…” Grillby trailed off and adjusted his glasses. “Well, it’s a white sauce. It’s usually served over noodles.”

So. Freaking. Close! “Yeah, great,” Sans mumbled, looking for another food that might get the bartender talking. He’d seemed excited to share for a minute there, so why did he stop? It was so frustrating! “What about… how do you say this one? Cock-ow-vien?”

“Coq au Vin,” Grillby corrected gently. “It’s a chicken dish. The chicken is slow-baked with vegetables in a wine sauce.” He stopped there instead of going on as he had before. Darn. Operation Have-Grillby-Explain-The-Entire-Menu was a bust.

Sans ended up going with the ‘Coq au Vin’, mispronouncing it on purpose when he ordered so Grillby would give him that fond look of exasperation he loved so much. The skeleton chuckled and played innocent, shrugging. “What’s with that expression? I said it eggs-actly how you did!”

Grillby just rolled his eyes. “Sometimes I wonder why I ever chose to date a comedi-hen,” the bartender sighed, smiling a bit at Sans’s resulting snicker. “So how was your day?”

Sans shrugged. “Eh, pretty much the usual. Papyrus tried out that waffle recipe you gave him today. It was… interesting.” Usually, he would elaborate, but he had something else on his mind. Time for Plan B: Make Grillby the center of attention! “Hey, you used to live around here, didn’t you?” Sans asked, abruptly changing the topic. “What was that like? As a kid?” If there was one thing any monster could go on about, it was childhood memories. Right?

Apparently not. “It wasn’t significantly different from living in Snowdin,” Grillby answered simply, eyeing the water the waiter had brought him as if it were going to jump out of the glass. “Just warmer.”

And… that was it. That was all Grillby had to say about it. If anything, the bartender seemed to be talking even less than usual. Sans was starting to get a little frustrated. “I’m sure it was different. More monsters, the construction of the Core… C’mon, Grillbz, don’t be shy about it. What was it like?”

“Noisy.” Grillby pushed the glass of water a bit further from himself. “That’s part of why I moved to Snowdin.”

Sans picked up the distracting glass and threw it over his shoulder. “Well then tell me why else you moved to Snowdin. Lava to snow seems like a pretty big shift just to get away from the noise.”

Grillby was caught a little bit off-guard, glancing over Sans’s shoulder before meeting his eyes again. “W-well, I’m an adult. It’s natural that I would leave home at some point, haha…”

“Yeah, but don’t fire monster families usually stick close together?” Sans asked.

“That’s correct.” Grillby adjusted his glasses, gaze falling to the table. “But I chose to open a business in Snowdin.”

Well, now they were just going around in circles. It seemed no matter what Sans asked or what buttons he pushed, Grillby was going to give him short, distant answers. The skeleton was beyond frustrated. Was it so much for him to ask to hear his boyfriend talk for more than a few seconds at a time?! He sighed inwardly as an oblivious waiter came by with their food, setting it on the table and cheerily asking if they needed anything else before walking off. The food looked nice, but the conversation tonight was… well, kind of nonexistent.

An awkward silence settled over the table as the two monsters looked at their plates. Unsurprisingly, Sans ended up being the one who had to break the silence. “So… Looks good. Why don’t you eat some and tell me what you think?”

Grillby wordlessly picked up his fork, taking a bite of the steak he’d opted for. He noticed he was still being watched and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I-it’s good,” he mumbled. Did Sans realize his eyes had darkened? Was everything okay? The fire monster was starting to feel like he was being interrogated.

“Yeah? Care to elaborate on that?” Sans knew he was being pushy, but he didn’t know what else to do. He wanted to hear Grillby talk. He wanted to see him let down his guard and ramble for once. Just once, he wanted to be the one listening instead of the one doing all the talking. Was that too much to ask?

Yes. Yes, it was.

Grillby suddenly stood up, keeping his gaze on the wall, the floor, anywhere but Sans. “Excuse me,” he mumbled, “I need to step outside for a moment.” 

Sans sat up straight, finally snapping out of his thoughts long enough to pay attention to his boyfriend’s body language. Grillby was on the defensive, tension evident in each flame of his body. Before Sans could say anything to stop him, the fire monster had rushed off, walking past him and exiting the building. Well, shit.

“What the hell just happened?” Sans mumbled to himself, going over the events of the evening in his head. Yeah, maybe he’d been a bit pushy with Grillby, but it wasn’t worth getting that upset over, right?

“What was it like?”

“Noisy.”

“Don’t fire monster families usually stick close together?”

“That’s correct.”

“Ah, well, I’ve been talking long enough. Forgive my rambling.”

“Forgive me for rambling.”

...Grillby’s been talking plenty, Sans realized, eye sockets widening. He’s been telling me he’s uncomfortable all evening. I just wasn’t listening.

Grillby sat against the wall outside of MTT Resort, sighing as he took off his glasses and hung his head. He felt so embarrassed. He just couldn’t figure out what he had been doing wrong, and if Sans had kept questioning him he was sure he was going to cry or yell or- or something unpleasant. It had been weird when Sans started asking about the menu as if he couldn’t read, but Sans was weird like that sometimes. It went from weird to uncomfortable when the skeleton started asking personal questions, practically demanding answers. The bartender wanted to answer them. It wasn’t fair that Grillby knew so much about Sans’s personal life and Sans knew so little of Grillby’s, but…

...well. The fire monster had his reasons for not talking about it on what was supposed to be a romantic date.

People talked to people. Grillby knew this. His patrons at the bar were always making small talk and rambling and telling their stories, and that was a good thing. That was how people got to know others and become friends. On more than one occasion, he’d find himself listening to a conversation and thinking of just the story to tell or just the comment to add.

On more than one occasion, he felt a hand on the back of his neck, shoving him down and reminding him that children were seen and not heard. Even as an adult, that inclination to only say what needed to be said and to say it as concisely as possible stayed stubbornly in the back of his throat, choking any stray chatter that might make trouble for him.

People talked to people. Grillby knew this.

It was just… hard, sometimes.

“Takeout for Gr- Grail-bee? Is there a Grail-bee here?”

Grillby put his glasses back on, looking up. Sans stood over him with a plastic takeout bag, the skeleton looking sheepish as he offered a smile. “Hey there, firefly. You okay?”

“I’m alright,” Grillby mumbled, moving to get up. Sans stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, sitting next to the fire monster instead. Grillby relaxed back against the wall, looking at the bag and immediately feeling guilty. “I’m sorry. I-” Grillby’s voice cracked and he took a deep breath, choking back the tears he’d been trying to avoid in the restaurant. “I ruined dinner, didn’t I?”

“No, no, Grillbz,” Sans quickly reassured, turning towards Grillby and putting a hand on his shoulder. “You didn’t ruin anything. C’mon, don’t cry- come here, it’s okay, I’m sorry.” He pulled Grillby into a hug, rubbing his back. “Shh, I’m sorry. I made you real uncomfy back there, and that’s on me. I should’ve been paying more attention.”

Grillby wrapped his arms around Sans, taking deep breaths. “Sans,” he finally mumbled, “I understand that you are curious about me and my background, but why were you so… insistent, tonight?”

“Weeellll…” Sans rubbed the back of his neck. “I honestly didn’t care about the question itself so much as I… wanted to get you to… ramble? You know, it sounds really dumb out loud, heheh…”

Grillby took a moment to process that, pulling away after a moment. “You wanted me to ramble?”

Sans chuckled nervously. “Yeah, I mean, I… I-i like the sound of your voice? It’s, um, calming.”

“It’s calming,” Grillby echoed, dumbfounded. All of that stress, just so Sans could listen to him talk for a few minutes.

Sans braced himself for the worst as Grillby lapsed into silence once again. He was going to be pissed, wasn’t he? “Look, I really am sorry, Grillbz. I don’t know what I was thinking, I just-”

Sans was cut off by a quiet snort of laughter. Grillby was… chuckling? Not just chuckling, he was laughing. He started to laugh and then couldn’t stop, resting his head on Sans’s shoulder as the fire of his hair danced with mirth. Needless to say, the skeleton was very confused. “So… Am I missing the punchline here or something?”

Grillby sat up, smiling at Sans with that fond, exasperated look again. “Sans, you numbskull… Why didn’t you just ask me to read you a book?”

Oh. Oh yeah. That probably would’ve been the easiest way to do it. 

Sans groaned and put a hand to his skull, sending Grillby into another fit of laughter at the skeleton’s expense. Sans figured he deserved it, after all the pressure he’d put on Grillby that evening. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I’m guessing this means you forgive me?”

Grillby calmed down, smiling at Sans before planting a kiss on the top of his skull. “Yes,” he said softly, “I forgive you, bonehead.”

“Cool,” Sans chuckled. “Sooooo… If I were to ask you to take me home with you and read to me…”

“The answer would be yes,” Grillby said with a small smile, standing up and offering Sans a hand. “I’ll even let you pick the book. But first, you have to go for a walk with me. We can take a shortcut once we reach Waterfall, not a moment sooner.”

Sans took Grillby’s hand and stood, opting to hold his hand as they walked instead of letting go. “Wow, that’s sweet, Grillbz. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a crush on me.”

Grillby rolled his eyes fondly. “Good thing we both know better.”

The two fell into a comfortable silence, walking side-by-side through Hotland. Grillby looked around himself as they did, smiling softly. Usually, Sans would be the one to break the silence, if it needed to be broken. Well, it had already been a fairly unusual evening, hadn’t it?

“I used to walk to school down this road,” Grillby suddenly commented, smiling fondly at the memory. “My brother Cole always walked with me, just in case something happened. Of course, the only time something did happen, he was at home sick and I was walking to school alone.”

“Oh?” Sans looked up at him, smiling brightly. Was he dreaming? Or was this really happening? “What happened?”

“Well,” Grillby began, “They had just started construction on a new steam puzzle nearby…”

Another day, Sans would sit down with Grillby and ask him why he moved to Snowdin. Another day, Grillby would be ready to tell him everything. For that evening, though, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was which book Sans would choose and how many pages Grillby could get through before they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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Two Braids Is All It Takes

Remus was always there. Whenever Sirius needed him, his Moony was always there.

Of all the things in the sob story that was Sirius’ life, Remus had been a consistent source of comfort. The lingering scent of chocolate and fresh parchment had been -is- one just as much.

This particular full moon had been horrendous. The toll it had taken on Remus’ body had had him prone in bed for two whole days. To top it all off, Sirius had received a howler from his mother this morning.

Sirius had been brooding the rest of the day, berating himself for being so pathetic that he couldn’t even get himself to comfort Moony. He hadn’t even responded to James’ words of comfort.

“James,” Sirius began, voice still thick with tears, “You should go-“

“No, Siri-“

“James.”

Prongs shut his eyes, steadying himself, and bowed his head.

He looked up after a few seconds, having made a decision.

"You’ll be okay right?” His tone was anxious, “I’ll send for Wormtail, wait-“

“Prongs,” Sirius put a hand on his shoulder, cutting him off, “Just leave me be. I’ll be fine. You should go to Moons, I’ll try to come by later.”

The couch cushions shifted as James got to his feet and moved to the door. He turned back to give Sirius one last look-over before offering him a small smile. Sirius returned it rather weakly.

Sirius screwed his eyes shut. Now James was gone too. Had his mother been right? Would he always be this alone? His miserable thoughts gave way to new tears. He bit his lip hard, choking on a sob. He took deep breaths but they only seemed to start the sobs anew.

Today was the evening of third day, and Remus insisted that he was better. Madam Pomfrey spent nearly an hour confirming it, and after bettering his remaining daylight hours with one last sticky, sour potion, left him to his own devices.

James told him of Sirius’ condition then, and Remus asked to meet him, despite James’ protests that he should return to the dorms to rest. Ultimately, Prongs gave out a resigned sigh and got Remus to the Gryffindor Common Room with Wormtail’s help

The three padded softly into the place, Remus looking just as anxious to check on Sirius as was James. The man in question, however, was so out of it that he didn’t even register their entry.

Peter sighed in long-sufferance. He whispered, “I think it’ll be better if we leave him with you, Rem.”

“Moony, I think you’re the only one who can get through to him right now,” James murmured, “He refused to say a word when I tried”

“I’ll try,” Remus paused, still staring at Sirius’ pitiful form. He smiled at his friends, “You guys should go get some sleep, you must be exhausted from all the running.”

The two helped Remus as he limped to the couch. Once he managed to stand with the support of the couch’s backrest, he waved them away and listened to the sound of their footsteps fading up the staircase followed by that of a door creaking shut.

Remus accio’d a nearby chair and sat down heavily. His eyes moved to Sirius, and before he knew it, his hands were carding through Sirius’ tangled, knotted hair. There was a jolt as Sirius startled himself out of Remus’ grasp, and relaxed evidently once he realized whose smiling face it was.

He looks so pretty like this, was all Remus could think, I don’t deserve him.

He lifted himself off the chair with great effort, moving to the front of the couch, settling down next to Sirius. He placed his left foot on the ground and stretched his right leg across the couch onto Sirius’ lap, leaning against the armrest. Sirius tracked his movements with an absent look in his eyes.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Sirius said abruptly, eyes coming back into focus.

“That isn’t for you to decide,” Remus replied casually, “I feel better, because everything feels better when you’re around”

Remus suspected it was a mixture of the late hour and mild relief from three days of agony that was allowing him to say and do things he’d regret later, but retrospect can’t hurt in the moment, can it?

Sirius froze for a second, a blush creeping across his face as he processed the statement.

Remus whooped internally, he’d provoked a rare moment of uncertainty from Sirius, even though the context he would have to give to James to explain his achievement would be wildly embarrassing.

Clearing his throat, Sirius shifted towards where his face lay on the couch, “Is your leg better?”

"Yeah, much better.” Remus hesitated, thinking vaguely of consequences, though it was kind of hard to do while he was distracted by Sirius’ moonlit, godly face, the firelight throwing his freckles and scars into aggravating focus.

“Lay down” Remus said finally.

“I’m not your dog,” Sirius growled, earning a chuckle from the other man.

“Merlin, Pads….” Remus sat up himself, a small distance away from Padfoot.

“Okay, sit down here.” He says, nodding to the place on the floor where his sock-clad feet are resting.

Sirius eyed the floor dubiously.

“Just humour me, will you?”

Sirius still looked puzzled, but complied nonetheless. Leaning cautiously against the werewolf’s legs, he crumpled the letter held in his hand, his clouded gaze staring vacantly at the dying flames in the heart.

Remus smiled minutely, and brought his hands up to Sirius’ hair, tugging gently at the strands like his mother used to do to soothe him. He continued to do so as Sirius’ body starts loosening up.

After a while, Remus probed, "You wanna talk about it?" Sirius hummed before answering with a small smile,"Same old crap." Remus let out a light chuckle and shifted his hands to massage Sirius' head.

Sirius moved himself to lie on Remus' chest. He felt home, a home he'd never felt in the house of the Blacks. It smelled like home, it felt like home. To him, it was always home and it would always be so.

The silence continued, until Remus stopped with his actions. Sirius, who was almost asleep let out a groan before opening his eyes. "Moons," he said with a sleepy voice. Getting up from his chest, Sirius looked at a frozen Remus. Panicking he asked, "Moony..Moony! You alright?" Snapping out of his thoughts, Remus looked at Sirius and smiled.

"Moons?" Sirius questioned again.

"Can I braid your hair?" Remus posed casually.

This was the second time Sirius had frozen with a flushed face that night. Remus couldn't believe it, but he smirked at the effect he had on the man.

"Can I braid your hair, Pads?" Remus asked again.

The idea of braiding, Lily and Marlene had suggested it and even offered to do so but he had refused it. The only thing going through his head at the moment was- moons wants to braid my hair!!

"Ahem, Pads?" Remus said bringing Padfoot back to earth from his heaven. "Ah, yes... sorry, I was just a little surprised... ofcourse please go ahead," he rambled. He mentally cursed himself for doing so and turning away he placed his now red face in his hands. He could feel himself burning up because Merlin, Moony is going to braid his hair.

He straightened himself and sat in anticipation. Moony brought his hands to Sirius' hair and played with it while deciding which braid to do. Remus combed Sirius' hair with his fingers and the tension in his body eased out. He started to breathe evenly as Remus began parting his hair and pulling his strands into what felt like curls around one another.

French tails, that's what Remus ended up with two small, cute little french plaits. Five minutes ago, he couldn't decide what to do since the idea had struck him so suddenly. Playing with Sirius' hair had reminded him of his mother. Hope had taught Remus baking, cooking, knitting and plaiting his mother's hair. She was the only person he did it for.

But now, in front of him sat the man he loved, in two French plaits, the first braided hair his mum taught him. In front of him, sat a man staring at himself in a mirror he ran to pick up from across the room, which probably belonged to Marlene but it didn't matter. Sirius was smiling, that was all Remus would ever need.

Remus looked down and grinned. He felt proud but more ecstatic than anything. Sirius got up and jumped, laughed and said things which Remus didn't care to hear because oh merlin he's so handsome.

He was fighting the urge to get up and kiss him, confess to him and tell him that he loved him, he truly did.

On the other hand, Sirius jumped up and down looking at his Moony and shouted, "These are amazing Moons! You are amazing!" Sirius could've sworn that he almost thought leaping at Remus and kissing him but no.. this would be enough.

He smiled brightly at him once again, as Remus now regained consciousness from his thoughts. "I'm glad you like it," he said clearing his throat. He slowly got up and raised his hand to caress Sirius' hair but accidentally tripped. Sirius instantly grabbed the man by his waist and smiled," Woah, careful there Moons." "I keep falling for you, I can't help it you idiot," Remus said arbitrarily.

Again, Sirius thought, it's the third time this night moons please. His hands moved from the man's waist to his neck. Sirius lunged forward causing his and Remus' lips to crash. The kiss lasted a good minute before Sirius pulled away.

"I like you.." they said together and broke into giggles.

"Thank God you do," Remus said blushing.

"Ofcourse I do, boyfriend," Sirius teased making Remus more flustered.

And now all Sirius had to think about was, getting Moony to braid his hair because oh merlin there was nothing better than- Moony, his Moony.

And now the two lied curled up on the couch with Remus thinking, two braids is all it takes.

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