#embarrassed himself a /little/ bit in front of someone who isnt interested in him

[glassjoe]

I saw your post hihihi, could you write some Aran X reader headcanons? (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) Like how Aran would act in front of his beloved when he realised he has a crush on them?

hihi ! sorry this took a while, im a slow writer & ive been busy lol

okay so. tried my best. i went with the idea of reader/beloved being someone who works for the wvba but isnt a boxer, left it unspecific.

first few bullets are pre-crush/general hc stuff, then the stuff u actually asked for happens. im still figuring out how i wanna characterise these fucks so if it seems odd or ooc please lmk

aran ryan with a crush | headcanons! gn reader

cw brief mention of alcohol and vomiting. nothing huge, just mentioned in passing but slapped this here anyway. also penultimate bullet point is a bit sexual but again only brief, u can skip over it

Emotions aren't Aran's strong point. Most complex feelings he has are released in the ring--he finds bloody noses and bruised stomachs are far more interesting conversation partners anyway--and the ones that stay rooted deep in his belly are routinely sweat out or lost in the haze of a night on the town. Rinse and repeat ad nauseum. Wallowing in it helps no one, after all.

But sometimes, a feeling in his gut won't get chased away as easily as, say, guilt or grief. A stubborn sort of stabbing, not unlike himself, gets tangled in his belly, too stuck for his stomach acid to burn through when wild nights come back for seconds.

As much as his thick skull in the ring would have you think otherwise, he's not dense. He knows what crushes are, had more than enough in secondary school, and he's not oblivious to it nor the source. He doesn't even know you *that* well--yet--but that's never stopped the heart from wanting.

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There's no real "moment" he realises, no build-up, just sitting exhausted after a match well-won, and being now too tired to now fight the butterflies swarming his stomach or stop his eyes from following you as you pass by with a clipboard. He hides his gaze with a swig of water, drinking a bit more aggressively than he needs to and spills half of it, and by the time he recovers you've disappeared. The buzz in his gut doesn't fade, just deflates, and his hand meets his sodden hair with a half-hearted groan. Fuck.

For a while, he tries to shove it down. Where knuckles and bottles don't work, brute force emotional repression just might. "Not ready" to be tossed into dealings of love again, he'll try convince himself. Should that fail it's "Grown men don't have silly little crushes, make a move or get over yourself."

He's not as good at hiding his emotions as he'd have himself think. Just as he can't help a cruel grin in the ring, smiles find their way onto his face before he has a chance to realise he's pleased. What he intends to be a subtle smolder looks more like a hyena after a successful hunt, toothy and wide, with red blood swapped for rosy cheeks. Of course, he then attempts to recoup and snap his head away with an exaggerated frown, leaving you to wonder if he was happy to see you or wants to devour you.

Its embarrassing. He feels like a fawn, unable to properly control himself or function as soon as you step in the room. He swears all he has to do is smell you and his heart spikes not that he'd know what you smell like.

Pre-match, he doesn't want to see you. Or during, really. This suffocating adoration that came from nowhere has choked him enough to messing up in the lowest stake situations--he still gets teased over the time he intended to pass you your drink and full-hand knocked it over in his flushed haste--he doesn't want to risk it coming to bite him when it really matters. He makes a point to not provoke the audience close to staff, at risk of seeing your face--perhaps disappointed, perhaps amused--and throwing his game off.

And in turn, post-match is his favourite time to see you. Though Aran Ryan being calm will happen when pigs fly, the rush of a bout serves well to at least temper his energy a bit. Not as erratic, or bouncy, and a bit more in control of himself. Plus any fuckups can be blamed on muscle fatigue. You dote on him as best you can, he's noticed. Asking if he needs anything, offering to ease the strain rippling under his skin... Another bonus of being all tuckered is his face already being red and sweaty, so he's in no rush to hide flush that creeps up his neck as you fuss over him.

He'll make a show, teasing you for wanting to help, and as subtly as he can try to delve a little deeper, find out more about yourself. Whether you're working his wounds or jotting down on a clipboard, your company is exhilarating. It makes him giggle laugh. The insane cackle of a man has never sounded so nervous.

As he learns about you, as you grow closer and start meeting outside of designated hours, he feels both at ease and more tense. Scared of scaring you off, as he often finds he does, but he still won't dial himself back for your sake. Wants you to see him bear all and like him anyway. So he checks. He does what he wants, does his best to not act too different where it matters, and simply... checks. Waits for your reaction. His intention is to see if he should pursue, so to speak, that you simply enjoy him and his company regardless of his reputation or persona or who he is on a genuine level. As well as if, yeah, he didn't need to yell at that guy like that, that was just uncalled for. He's perhaps not the best judge on that end, though.

Speaking of trying not to act different, well, everyone acts a fool in love. He can certainly try, but an early 20s man in a male-dominated sport? There's at least a few masculinity issues trailing aftet him. He can't help but puff his chest out like a bird of paradise when you compliment him, or flex his arm when you so much as graze it. Simply can't stop himself from saying how he could protect you if you're walking through a forest, or wanting to compare hand sizes, regardless of your size compared to him.

Aran Ryan is still Aran Ryan. While there is an extent of not wanting to scare you off, he's not holding back on the name-calling or insults, no mattet how playful. He may dig too deep into genuinely sensitive areas though. Maybe he's still in denial about this, trying to prove it to himself. Or he's just not that great at boundaries.

He's nearly tripped over his own feet several times. One time you managed to grab his hoodie only to also fall onto his back. Nearly died, he swears. Cushioned your fall quite nicely at least. He'll want to make a lewd joke about it, but gets embarrassed as it leaves his mouth because he gets a mental image so it descends into stuttering and ends up insulting you instead to cover himself. Brilliant work Ryan really making yourself look great.

Aran's a mess of a man. He's all over the place. Stuck between wanting to impress you and staying true to himself unabashedly, and he finds doing both is very difficult. Past lovers compounded that. And as long as his affections remain unrequited or secret, that's not really going to change easily. Maybe its comfort he needs, or just a helping hand. Maybe you should say something...

GOD im so sorry this is SO all over the place i qrote this over several days so my flow wasnt there and i dont wanna put too much effort into thesee. i. need to write down how i charactetise these guys stat so im uh sorry if this is shit. i would have a nicer ending to out a ribbon on but idk how to end bullet point hc stuff so. enjoyyy

AND TY FOR REQUESRTING !!! as much as im bitching this was fun to do !!! and also feel free to send more of these in !! i can do more like this or i can do thise ones that like its a scenario and all the boxers react to it those seem fun

[vaindumbass]

((written for @silversickles minifest! Day two: detention))

There was a desk in the room used for detention that belonged to Sirius. It was in one of the middle rows, because only suck-ups sit in the front and teachers always look in the back, and it was next to the window, so that he could look out over the grounds.

The desk was made from the same old wood as the other ones, and it was just as battered and ugly as the rest of them. The only difference was that this one was filled with scribbles by Sirius’ hand, and a few were courtesy of James, who always sat at the desk next to him.

They both claimed to have drawn the beautiful phoenix in the middle of the desk, but everyone knew it was actually Peter. Slughorn, who ‘supervised’ the detentions most of the time (he always fell asleep at his desk), never noticed.

Everyone knew it was Sirius’ desk, because he’d make it clear every time he had detention (and that was very, very often), and no one would sit there. Except this time, it seems.

Sirius is therefore absolutely stunned for two reasons when he walks into the classroom, 1) because someone is sitting in his seat, and 2) because the boy sitting there is absolutely gorgeous. Sirius doesn’t know him, only knows that he’s a recent transfer student, and the only reason he vaguely remembers that is because of the aforementioned gorgeousness.

The boy’s crooked nose almost touches the paper when he writes, and his lovely honey brown eyes are focused on the ink flowing out of his quill. There’s even a bit of ink in his (soft-looking) curls, which Sirius, unfortunately, thinks is endearing.

It’s truly a shame that he’s in Sirius’ chair.

“You’re in my seat.” Sirius says.

In one slow, smooth motion, the boy looks up from where he’s working, and looks Sirius up and down. Sirius resists both the urge to smile flirtatiously at him, and the one to physically pull him out of the chair. “Who are you?”

“Sirius Black.” He smiles at him. “I’d be more pleased to meet you if you weren’t sitting in my chair.” 

The boy huffs incredulously, as if he can’t believe Sirius is making such a big deal out of this, as if he thinks Sirius is being petty. (He has a nice smile.) “Remus Lupin. Also, I don’t believe your name is on it?” 

Sirius’ smile widens. “Maybe you should look a little better. If you would just get up...” The boy narrows his eyes at him suspiciously, but he stands up. Still grinning, Sirius takes the chair, and points to the place where it says: Sirius Black.

Remus shakes his head, but the corners of his mouth are curled up so Sirius takes it as a win. “That’s just ridicul--” 

Sirius cuts Remus off the moment he takes the now-free chair and turns it around as fast as he can, and then he sits in it, demonstratively. Remus laughs and pushes him to the side, and Sirius ignores the way he’s almost falling off the chair in favour of memorizing the sound.

Of course, this is the moment Slughorn, who had been sleeping peacefully, chooses to wake up. “Black, Lupin, back to your seats, please.” He winks exaggeratedly at Sirius. “Even your famous family can’t help you here.” 

Sirius begrudgingly accepts and goes to sit in a different desk, muttering about how he doesnt want his families help. Remus has the nerve to shoot him a triumphant grin, and then he looks shocked that he was in a fight over a chair of all things, and Sirius thinks he’s in love.

He’s sure of that the next time he has detention and sees a phone number crawled under his name, and the words: I hope you won’t make such a fuss about chairs at our date.

((edit: now with a part two!))

[nekomc]

scenario : you are shy and do not believe that you have a chance with them ft. o. tooru, b. koutarou, k. tetsurou (f!reader)

T. OIKAWA

➞  oikawa was quite easy to find, due to the constant swarm of girls that surrounded him

➞  you silently wished that you had the confidence they had to go up to him

➞  because you were so shy, you felt as though you didn’t have a chance to talk to him, let alone be with him

➞  so it really surprised you when oikawa came up to you in class one day

➞  “yoohoo! you’re yn right? someone said that you’re good at this, can you help me?”

➞  you could only nod at first out of shock because oikawa just came up to you!! was this even real?

➞  it wasn’t that awkward, since oikawa was quite the talker, and knew how to fill the silence

➞  he was still attentive, though, and really appreciated your help

➞  so the next day, when he had trouble again, he came up to you once again for help

➞  this time, you broke out of your shell a little, contributing more to the conversation and throwing in a joke or two

➞  your heart swelled when oikawa would laugh and seemed interested in what you had to say

➞  oikawa started to come to you during class and breaks regularly, sparking up a conversation more often than asking for help

➞  you became more and more comfortable around oikawa, and you noticed that your confidence has grown the more time you spent with him

➞  one day, he invited you to a game, and of course you agreed, although you were a bit hesitant at first

➞  on the day of the game, you felt a bit out of place, since you didn’t know much about volleyball

➞  but you still tried your best to cheer him on 

➞  you try to meet him at the end of the game, but once you found him, he was already surrounded

➞  you immediately became disheartened and started to walk away

➞  but oikawa caught sight of you and called you over, asking you to wait for a bit, since he didn’t want to be rude to his fans

➞  when the crowd dispersed, he gave you a big smile and a hug

➞  “yn-chan, you came! did you have fun? you should come to our next game!”

➞  you felt a bit better as he asked you about the game, but he still noticed that you were feeling a bit down

➞  unfortunately, before he could ask about it, he had to leave

➞  the next day, he asked about it during class

➞  you felt uncomfortable talking about it with the chance of your classmates hearing, and told him so

➞  so you both decide to talk about it in the short period of free time he had after school

➞  “yn-chan, did something happen at the game?”

➞  what were you supposed to say? that you felt as though you weren’t confident? that you wished you had more courage to take the chance with him?

➞  instead, you said, “i was just tired after all the cheering, that’s all!”

➞  he saw through your lie, and he didn’t want you to continue feeling whatever negative emotion you were feeling, even though he wasn’t sure what it was yet

➞  his expression became serious

➞  “yn, don’t lie. what’s bothering you?”

➞  you didn’t want to lie again

➞  he put a lot of effort into building your friendship, and truly cared about your feelings

➞  so you told him the truth

➞  you told him how you used to feel as though being shy meant that you would never be able to be friends with him

➞  you wished that you had the confidence to come up to him to talk to him instead of the other way around, like his fans

➞  and you still felt as though the confidence you’ve gained through your friendship wasn’t enough to go to a relationship of beyond friends

➞  you didn’t realize that you had basically confessed to wanting something more than being friends until oikawa’s eyes widened

➞  “yn-chan, was that a confession?”

➞  you were too shocked at your own choice of words that you couldn’t speak

➞  he laughed, and said, “ah, you’re so cute! but i can’t believe you beat me to it!”

➞  “...beat you to it?”

➞  “to the confession. i like you too, yn.”

➞  before you could respond, he received a call from iwaizumi, telling him to hurry to practice

➞  you were left standing there, stunned

➞  oikawa called you after practice, and he told you that being shy isn’t something that has to be an obstacle

➞  he loved seeing you slowly breaking out of your shell as your friendship grew 

➞  he promised that he would still continue to help you build your confidence until you were comfortable with who you were

➞  “hopefully, i’ll be able to do that as your boyfriend, and not as just your friend. is that ok, yn-chan?”

➞  of course, you told him yes

➞  oikawa kept his promise throughout your relationship

➞  you were grateful to have him by your side, helping you become more comfortable and confident with your relationship with him, and most importantly, yourself

B. KOUTAROU

➞  you and bokuto began your friendship in the beginning in your third year

➞  you and bokuto shared a class together and you would often see him around at lunch as well

➞  hearing him talk was amusing sometimes, but you didn’t think much of it since you didn't think someone as cheerful as him would want to be friends with someone as shy as you

➞  you don’t talk much so carrying on a conversation wasn't a strong suit of yours 

➞  anyways….. One day during lunch your two best (and basically only friends)  suggested eating lunch in the classroom

➞  you bought snacks from the cafeteria for you and your friends and were on your way back to the classroom when suddenly you bumped into someone 

➞  startled and embarrassed that you weren't watching where you were going, you quietly apologized to the person you bumped into 

➞  you looked up and noticed it was bokuto from you class

➞  “OH!!!! Uhhhhh y/n-san right? From my class? Don’t worry about it !!!!! I should have looked where i was going too. OH COOL are those (insert snack)???? I love those!!”

➞  you felt overwhelmed from his very loud and friendly personality and gave pretty vague responses 

➞  you excused yourself and headed back to your friends 

➞  to your surprise, bokuto began speaking to you at school more often and frequently catches you at lunch 

➞  “HEY HEY HEY y/n-chan, do you wanna come with me to the cafeteria to buy some (favorite snack)?”

➞  after that you had a really nice friendship with bokuto and began joining him at lunch with akaashi 

➞  you enjoy the balance between someone so chill as akaashi and someone as cheerful as bokuto 

➞  bokuto might have been loud, but he never once made you uncomfortable or gotten you into situations that would make you nervous   

➞  You didn't talk much, so he talked for the both of you 

➞  After a while you start developing a crush on him 

➞  You loved the way he made you feel less insecure about your shyness

➞  However, you still felt like you could never reveal those feelings to him

➞  You felt as thought bokuto was someone who would be better off with someone who was as bright and cheery as himself, someone who would match his energy all the time and not hold him back from being himself 

➞  You felt like if you were with him it would just burden him 

➞  However you were dead wrong 

➞  One day your teacher had asked bokuto had asked bokuto to stay back for lunch so that they could talk about his grade, so you went ahead and met up with akaashi 

➞  You ended up sharing your feelings and insecurities about bokuto and when you were done, akaashi didn't say anything and was just staring behind you

➞  You turn around to see bokuto and you began to feel very very anxious 

➞  Akaashi got up and excused himself

➞  You refused to meet eyes with bokuto as you were starting to mentally prepare for rejection but instead you were met with a “OH THANK GOD Y/N-CHAN.  Ummmmmm ive actually liked you for quite a while now!!!!!!! I really really like you but youre just so quiet sometimes that i was pretty sure i was just annoying you this whole time and you were just too nice to say anything!!”

➞  Oh… well you definitely werent expecting that

➞  After this you guys had a talk, happy that your feelings were mutual 

➞  Bokuto re assured you sweetly that he didnt think any of those things you thought about yourself 

➞  He might not be the smartest student, but he was self aware and knew that sometimes he get really out of hand

➞  He would tell you that being around really helps to keep him calm and isnt bothered at all by your shyness or how little you spoke sometimes 

➞  Being around you really taught him to stop and listen to people, since he had to pick up on your non verbal cues in your friendship so that he wouldn't ever accidentally make you uncomfortable 

➞  You guys might have had very different personalities, but you're definitely the rocks that holds him down and are there to help him through every one of his mood swings (which he loves you so much for)

➞  In the end you both were insecure, but with your growing relationship and with how sweet bokuto treated you , you never really had the time to ever feel like you weren't enough for him 

K. TETSUROU

➞  midterms were coming up, and you’ve been trying to study these past few nights

➞  keyword : trying

➞  the more you stayed up, the harder it was to study the next day

➞  it was also hard to stay up in class

➞  kuroo noticed it in class, the way your head sometimes slipped past your hand, your lids visibly getting heavy as you almost doze off

➞  and one day, you do. doze off, that is

➞  he couldnt help but find you cute, but he also felt a bit bad, since knew what it was like to stay up, studying, and having to go through the day with little to no sleep

➞  so the next day, he decided to bring you a caffeinated drink (imagine that he brought you your preferred drink, like coffee, or an energy drink)

➞  you were already in class, getting your things out

➞  you looked down to pick something up from your bag, and when you looked back up, kuroo was standing in front of your desk, a drink in his hand

➞  you both stared at each other for a few seconds, both unsure of what to say

➞  kuroo was the first to speak

➞  “i noticed that you’ve been like, falling asleep. Wait i swear i wasn’t trying to be creepy or anything, i just happened to see it-” 

➞  he stopped and just placed the drink on your desk with a smile

➞  “anyways, i hope this helps.”

➞  you smiled back and thank him quietly before he walked away

➞  throughout the day, you drank it, and it helped you get through the day

➞  you felt too shy to go up to him and say thank you in person, so instead, you took a sticky note and wrote a note on it, placing it on his desk during your last break

➞  the next day, he brought you the drink again, with a sticky note attached to it

➞  on the sticky he wrote ~no need to thank me, you seemed like you needed it! if you ever want to study together just let me know, i’ll keep these drinks coming your way ;)~

➞  over the next few days kuroo would keep placing drinks on your desks with sticky notes that had chemistry jokes or pick up lines

➞  some of them were honestly really bad,,, but you couldn’t help but laugh 

➞  “what did one charged atom say to the other? i got my ion you” 

➞  “did you hear oxygen went on a date with potassium? it went OK”

➞  “do you have 11 protons? Cause you're sodium fine”

➞  “forget hydrogen, you're my number one element”

➞  (kuroo would stare at you from his desk just to see you laugh ) 

➞  one day you placed a sticky note on kuroos desk, accepting his offer to study a little bit during lunch,, so you two began seeing each other during that time

➞  you were still really shy around him, but thankfully kuroo didn’t mind a quiet study session with you, and he was really helpful!

➞  after a while you realized that you started to grow a crush on kuroo 

➞  he was a little intimidating at first, and looked like the sort of guy that messed around with girls (he certainly wasn’t shy to playfully tease you)

➞  but he was honestly a really kind person, who was intelligent and cared a lot about his friends 

➞  you also admired how hard he worked to keep up his grades and be volleyball captain at the same time 

➞  because of this you felt,,, very inferior to him

➞  he was attractive, smart, kind, friendly, and volleyball captain 

➞  compared to him you didn’t really feel like you were anything special

➞  you felt as though your crush would get you nowhere because you felt like kuroo deserved to be with someone who was way better than you 

➞  you felt like he was way out of your league 

➞  but one day during one of your lunch study sessions kuroo turns to you and starts talking 

➞  he seemed really flustered for some reason and said “ m-my favorite attractive force is van der waal’s force. Can you feel it? I'll move closer if you can't”

➞  you laughed at his silliness, until he actually went ahead and sat closer to you

➞  you were shocked and felt yourself grow flustered at his closeness 

➞  the both of you stayed silent until he spoke up and said 

➞  “hey y/n, i've been meaning to say this for a little while but, i like you” 

➞  well,,,, you certainly weren’t expecting that 

➞  you weren't sure of what to say, so you just looked at him like :o

➞  kuroo panics and starts to talk his mouth off

➞  “im sorry if you don't feel that way, i don't want to ruin our friendship so please forget i even said that-”

➞  you quickly shook your head, stopping him

➞  “no, no, I'm sorry, i was just surprised, i actually like you too.”

➞  when the test came around, you both get a really high score

➞  you both excitedly showed each other once you got the chance to during a break

➞  you were super proud of each other, seeing how all of the hard work paid off

➞  the upcoming weekend, the two of you went to buy drinks and walk around as a treat

➞  as you were walking with kuroo, you realized how happy you were to be with him

➞  he still continued to tease you endlessly but respected your boundaries and knew when to draw the line

➞  he was always attentive, caring, and mature, and always managed to make you smile

➞  he reminded you of your worth through little actions, and you were grateful to have someone like him by your side

requested by @teasbees-knees

[smoochi-dazai]

Hello there, can you do headcanons on how Atsushi, Dazai, Kunikida and Chuuya would react if they found out their fem s/o could sing opera? Like she’s not a professional, but she is self taught and has a powerful soprano voice and she sings Carmen’s Habanera like an angel basically? And they find out through her singing in the shower, through karaoke, etc. If you want to do this imagine thank you! 🙏💕🌹🍷✨

✿ “  Love is a rebellious bird ” ✿

—> Bungo Stray Dogs, Atsushi, Dazai, Kunikida, Chūya + PM Dazai | Reader

—> Sweet | hcs

—> Description | Atsushi, Dazai, Kunikida and Chūya react to a s/o who’s a talented, self taught opera singer. 

+ I’m not sure how this turned out, sorry for taking so long <3 This is my first time writing for Atsushi, Kunikida and Chuya so i was super worried. TwT

Nakajima Atsushi 

✿ Atsushi along with his s/o lived together, similar to Kyōka - Dazai suddenly roomed these two together with some kind of scheme. Using a cover up of keeping her safe, even though the s/o was plenty able to protect herself.

✿ The least Dazai expected was for these two not to start dating. It had been a couple months time before they even developed some feelings, but the love was intoxicating the air. 

✿ Eventually becoming more affectionate publicly, small kisses on the cheek, hand holding- it was all some cute puppy love. Forming into something more genuine.

✿ While his s/o were roomed together with him, it wasn't uncommon for Atsushi to be out of the house at work. Or the other way around while his s/o still searched for a job.

✿  Thankfully Atsushi recommended to be an assistant at the ADA, if his s/o had no interest in all the violence and fighting as a proper member. 

✿ The day Atsushi was first introduced to his s/o’s powerful voice for singing was while she was in the shower.

✿ He had towels for s/o and a spare change of fresh new clothes, but the poor boy didn’t want to interrupt their singing. opening the door ever so slightly, he put the clothes inside then shut the door again. No intension on invading his s/o’s privacy.

✿ Atsushi would mostly likely sit outside the door to listen to his s/o’s singing. It captured his heart honestly, poor boy was speechless. 

✿ Never had he heard such a strong voice, he saw you as such a beautiful singer, let alone someone who slept right next to him ?! he couldn’t believe his ears.

✿ Poor boy ends up being hit by the door when his s/o came out of the bathroom, now changed in light clothes and a towel over their shoulders that had been partially dampened..

✿ Atsushi stared at his s/o in awe. Unable to say a word he just stares at s/o for an uncomfortable amount of time. 

✿ Once Atsushi snaps out of it, he’s complimenting his s/o all day. 

✿ When I say all day, I mean all day.

✿ Atsushi had no idea you were capable of something so, amazing. He knew you were talented, but never grasped the fact you could control your voice for opera?!

✿ He wont force you to sing for him or anything, but every once in a while he may ask. 

✿ Overall, Atsushi was in love with the singing. He wouldn't question much, he’d be too busy complimenting it all. 

Dazai Osamu

✿ These two first met at the cafe beneath the ADA’s head office. 

✿ While the others were screaming at each other over work, Dazai left for some peace and quiet. The least he was expecting was a new waitress coming to his table with the cutest little smile.

✿ Dazai would do his typical flirts, asking to commit a lovers suicide.

✿ Each time he was declined, for obvious reasons haha.

✿ Visit upon visit, Dazai would show up much more frequently then the rest of his friends in the ada.

✿ They started to be on a first name basis which was a surprise, because even the ADA members call him by his surname.

✿ The day Dazai visited and found the cafe trashed up because of a group of thugs? he was beyond upset. s/o was knocked out cold on the ground, while the head of the cafe was clenching onto his hand that bled. 

✿ After the ada caught the ones behind the attack and taught them a lesson, Dazai offered to take care of s/o at his place. She meekly accepted his offer.

✿ Being around someone more casual was refreshing and new, the rest of the people he knew were always work busy and overall just rude to him. Stick in the muds as he’d put it. 

✿ S/o was gentle with him, always worried if he got injured- it was odd. 

✿ At first he began rejecting her, but she’d still come to his place with groceries and cook for him.

✿ Falling her her more and more, Dazai joked less about his suicidal tendencies. Becoming more serious with his issues, he’d vent to s/o for relief. Even when she didn’t say anything in return, it was still comforting. 

✿ Eventually these two started dating, Dazais flirtatious habits died off and he was always focused on his s/o. Some may say he was a bit obsessive, but Dazai was just afraid he’d lose what made him want to live.

✿ Their first date was simple, going out to town and just walking together hand in hand. They ate together, shopped a little- that was until he felt his s/o insist on pulling his arm, pointing at a building across the street. 

✿ Dazai thought his s/o was pointing in the direction of a pathway leading to a river.

✿ “ You want to commit a lovers suicide in the river? “ I never said he completely got rid of the jokes- even if they hold a little truth. 

✿ “ No moron! Karaoke is tonight !! “

✿  “ oh. “

✿    Pouting, his s/o dragged him to the building. Not minding that they were alone, she just wanted an excuse to sing for her lover. 

✿ Thats the night she first sung for Dazai- he wasn’t aware of her talent in singing before-hand so this man was in pure awe.

✿ Dazai leaned back in his chair, eyes never once leaving his s/o’s form when she sung to him. A smile formed on his features uncontrollably, the singing wasn’t any singing of a casual for fun. It was Opera- 

✿ He constantly wanted to speak up and say how amazing his s/o was, but stayed respectful. keeping his mouth quiet.

✿  Afterwards, Dazai showers his s/o in love. Kisses, words- you name it. 

✿ “ Your voice was so powerful, ah~ I could die! “

✿ Dazai claims that if it were to continue he may faint from the beauty, saying his s/o was an angel sent from above to take care of him.

✿ His s/o better be prepared- because the next day she goes to work. all the ada detectives were sitting down like usual, but that's when Dazai takes it upon himself to drag s/o onto his lap and start bragging about her. 

✿ Dazai tries to make her sing again, but the poor girl is embarrassed looking down at her lap.

✿ Overall this boy is all over his s/o, bragging to the world that she is talented as hell. Will often tease her for blushing when he asks her to sing for him. 

Kunikida Doppo

✿ This man didn’t plan on meeting the woman of his dreams for another 3-5 years as he stated many times, which would then lead to marriage. 

✿ But when you became an assistant at the ADA he couldn't keep his eyes off you, always coming with excuses as to why he’d stare.

✿ Dazai constantly teased him over this-

✿ “ Is it true? Kunikida has the hots for our new assistant?~ “ Dazai teases, only to be tossed away. 

✿ “ I am only keeping an eye for her for the safety of our office, plus she may need guidance around the office. “

✿ “ Sureee.. “

✿ He never planned on becoming super close to the new assistant, but the way she smiled at him always kept his heart fluttering. The determination held in her eyes whenever he gave advise, it was something he appreciated. 

✿ Unlike Dazai, she wasn't always on her ass. The potential love of his life was always on her feet, keeping her work a priority. 

✿ It got to the point, she was kunikidas go-to person for assistance. Need coffee? she’d get it for him, need to shut up Dazai? he is already out the window. She’d never failed to meet his expectations, a true blessing. Even helping his with paperwork became a regular whenever he was fatigued. 

✿ He never involved himself with romance, especially around work. But he couldn’t help but fall for you as time went by, dazai pointing it out made it more obvious to himself. he was changing because of his s/o.

✿ It takes a couple years to actually get together, this man is always busy with his work and ideals. So even though it takes so long, id say its worth it. He deeply cares for his s/o even if he isnt always fun and romantic- 

✿ The first time he hears his s/o sing was when they were off work for once, just resting at home on the couch. However, kunikida still insisted on working from home. 

✿ His s/o had to convince him to leave.

✿ “ Can you at least listen to me sing? I’ve been practicing... i thought you’d want to listen. “ 

✿ Sing? this was the first time he heard of his s/o singing. He never wrote that down, time to add it to the list of talents he figures out his s/o has.

✿ He was convinced to listen to one song, thankfully. So his s/o dragged him to the living room, siting him down as she sat in front of him. 

✿ At the start, he never once put his notebook down. Writing random jots in there about she could only assume- it was about her. 

✿ So while singing, she carefully takes the book from his hand, catching Kunikidas attention. 

✿ After the singing, Kunikida was almost in tears- nowhere in his notebook did it say his girlfriend would be this talented. 

✿ He’d grab her shoulders, staring eye to eye with her. It was an intense stare only to be glossy, tearing up. Explaining how that was so beautiful. 

✿ Overall, Kunikida is gushing over the beauty. There will be a lot of explaining as to how his s/o is perfect in his eyes. 

Chūya Nakahara 

✿ Chuya first met his s/o through the Mafia, s/o weren’t all that special. Just another person beneath him in terms of rank, he didn’t know much about them honestly.

✿ It wasn’t til he ran into his future s/o during a meeting with fellow executives and their leader, Mori. 

✿ S/O was playing with Elise on the opposite side of the room, Chuya was much more focused on Mori for obvious reasons at first. But then his ears pick up on s/o braiding Elise hair and humming for her. 

✿ Honestly it was pretty sweet, s/o was a beauty he’d admit. 

✿ Suddenly, Mori called s/o over. Advising her to follow Chuya on a mission to retrieve information from a colleague in question. 

✿ At first Chuya would question why she of all people would be sent with him, but that look in her eyes gave it away. S/O wasn’t any normal mafia member, her dull eyes still held a sparkle. Serious about their mission.

✿ Something about it was intimidating? 

✿ Its never right to judge a book by its cover, Chuya knew that. But he still couldnt grasp that someone as motherly as the s/o was capable of hurting even a fly.

✿ S/o was there to keep him under control, Mori was all too aware of Chuyas hot-headed approach to issues. But Chuya still was trustworthy enough.

✿ It became a regular for s/o to join Chuya on jobs.

✿ Turns out she was born without any kind of agility. She was the most human you could get, but that didn’t stop him from admiring her. She seemed like a mystery at first.

✿ S/O was capable of high levels of martial arts, even rivalling him. Though Chuya still would have the upper hand, just from having a little more experience in the mafia. 

✿ s/o would lure people in with her singing, then he’d deal with them.

✿ S/O gained the nickname ‘ Siren ‘ for her beautiful vocals, while deadly even without Chuya at her side.

✿ After almost a year working together, Chuya gained feelings for the women at his side. the feelings were mutual, s/o and Chuya were just too caught up in work to confess. 

✿ He would compliment s/o for a job well done, her singing was truthfully very alluring. 

✿ It was only recently where he found her on an empty bridge in Yokohama. 

✿ She seemed to be preparing to sing on her own, maybe practicing for future missions. If she sung on the streets she’d probably make more money then the mafia gave her. 

✿ Chuya kept himself hidden away in the shadows of night, watching his s/o who was doing small exercises for her vocals.

✿ S/O began to sing opera, which was new to him. Shutting his eyes, Chuya couldnt help but smile. He never saw himself dating such a talented young women. Someone to call his own. 

✿ Even when he’d murder someone before her eyes, she never once seemed disgusted. Never found herself question his motives, not even tease him for his outbursts. 

✿ He adored his s/o through in through. 

✿ When his s/o finishes singing, he’d finally reveal himself. out of the blue, his s/o would be pulled into a hug.

✿ “ That was beautiful, who knew i’d date someone so damn talented. Holy shit. “

✿ Chuya wouldn't bombard his s/o in compliments like others, it would be more shown through actions. A kiss on the head with his arms wrapped around her waist. 

✿ Chuya would be happy, alone on the bridge with s/o.

✿ Overall this man would get a little distracted on missions because of that beautiful voice, may have to snap him out of it during serious times. Be prepared for hugs, and many pecks on the lips. 

Bonus !! Port Mafia Dazai 

✿ Dazai first met his S/O in Lupins bar, one night where he went to meet with  Odasaku for a couple drinks. He heard a women in the opposite corner of the bar humming to herself. 

✿ Having nothing to do with her, the smaller hums were relaxing to just think during before he made his leave.

✿ Frequent visits later- Dazai found himself showing up for her, more then the drinks. Often alone, he’d just come to listen to the women hum, or even sing sometimes. 

✿ She rarely properly sung in order to leave the peace at the bar serene. Having no interest in making someone uncomfortable.

✿ One day he visited and finally spoke to her, even praising her just for a mere tune that created a beautiful atmosphere in a normally gloom bar.

✿ Days on end, Dazai would insist on her singing for him. Free time? he’d be spending that time at the bar. He was often curious as to why the talented women was stuck at a cheap bar like Lupins. Yet, she never seemed to answer his question. So he left it be. 

✿ That’s how they end up getting closer and started dating. Visiting almost everyday to see one another- The women never questioned his often dull expression as days pass by. 

✿ Who knew she had been the single thing keeping him to hold some faith in humanity, or even himself. 

✿ As the visits became daily and they started dating, she often would leave the bar and sing for Dazai outdoors. It allowed her to use all her vocals, no matter how loud she may be. 

✿ Hums, small tunes, singing then- Opera. Something she always found interest in. Feeling confident to sing for Dazai after really knowing each other.

✿ The first time his S/O grabs his hand before he even sat himself down, he knew something was up. Rather it was good or bad had been the real question.

✿ “ I wanted to try something new for you “

✿ Dazai had no idea what he was instore for, but accepted it anyways. Sitting himself on the ground crisscross. 

✿ That was the first time she had sung an Opera for him. It was purely her voice, no instruments in the background or some music video online. It was live, right in front of his eyes. 

✿ Boy was this mafia executive in Awe. His S/O was beautiful, and not just that. She was talented !! 

✿ Dazai being in the mafia hasn’t any experience in the world of singing, yes he often would hum random tunes through boredom. But her voice was so strong, and held control throughout the whole performance. 

✿ Once his S/O finished singing, Dazai was speechless. Eyes sparkling like a child as he stands up and grasps her hands. There was hardly space in between them, but he pays no attention towards that. 

✿ “ That was outstanding !! How’d you do that ?? “

✿ Honestly he didn’t give her time to answer his question, before asking a million more. Dazai was just in love with her voice, even more than before. It was stronger then any person he’s fought against. How could someone be so talented and it not be an ability or something?

✿  Overall this boy is in shock, he’s absolutely in love with the singing and insists on his s/o doing it more for him on the days off work.

[savnofilter]

Dabi W/ Chubby/Curvy S/O who Likes BDSM/DDLG

Dabi x Reader

warning(s): sexual content, bdsm, ddlg.

a/n: omf god send this events requests really felt like challenges LOL. anyways hopefully i dont mess these up~ i hope this comes up to your standards. (´ヘ｀() thank you anon!       ~from the latest event!

dabi isnt a shy person, no.

why he doesnt really bring it up in the first place is hard to say.

hes doesnt live under a rock so hes aware that bsdm and ddlg isnt always someones cup of tea.

hes not sure as to why its hard for him to bring it up since its not like you guys havent done anything. in fact you guys are very active.

is he embarrassed? scared? he hopes the fuck not. but he knows if he doesnt bring it up soon itll eat up at him.

one faithful night when hes sneaks into your room to visit you, his eyes see something very… interesting on your screen.

his bright blue eyes peer through your window, your post at the desk left empty and he cant help but think that you set this up on purpose.

hes quick to pop open your window and scan your room as he climbs in, heavy boots dropping on the floor of your wooded floors, closing the window behind him quietly as to not startle you.

by the soft sound of water falling behind your closed bathroom door it sounded like you were taking a shower.

how long? he didnt know, nor did he care. once you were coming out of that door, he will be on you.

the tight restraints of his pants is painstakingly making his boner more prominent and he just couldnt wait until you got out the shower.

he closes the window behind him and takes off his shoes, stretching as the cool wood soothes his feet and run a shiver down his spine.

“Time to get to business.” He mutters to himself and gets seated in your seat, legs relaxed as he unzips his pants and grips his cock ready to get a release. He grabs your lotion from your desk and gives it a few pumps, averaging a good amount before moving it along his cock. He groans to himself watching the girl take the mans cock so well – and it didn’t help at all that she looked somewhat like you.

The visual of you being the one tied up and laid on his lap was making him irritable. The itching feeling of busting into your bathroom and taking you right there was a strong urge he was holding back.

“Y/N~” He grins a bit thinking of the situation being you two instead, having you tied up and begging for him the way she chick was. “You’re such a bad girl aren’t you~?” He asks to no one in particular, practicing how to tease you when you do. His cock was raging hard and was ready blow, his cock twitching in excitement.

His brain didn’t register that your door had opened, missing that surprised gasp that escaped your lips.

“D-Dabi?!” You exclaim clutching your towel tighter your body, your curvaceous body only making it difficult to cover.

He licks his lips, eyes scanning your body as he thinks over all the things he fantasized about.

A blush creeps onto your face, your body starting to feel hot under his gaze, eyes blowing wide as you realize what’s on your computer screen. “Don’t tell me-”

“Glad you could join me, doll~” He lazily lolls his head to the side, grinning at you with just as much energy. “A little sad you didn’t tell me before~” He motions you to come closer, tugging you into his lap once your close enough. He pulls your towel open, his hands already groping and feeling at your curves. Dabi’s hand snakes behind you and gives your ass a heated smack while other holds your front pressed against his.

He positions his cock to rub between your labia, his cock lubing up from the moisture of your cunt and the residue of water making it easy for him to rub up against you.

He gives the fat of your ass another slap, kissing up your neck and squeezing the soft plush your body provides for him on your waist. His tip presses up at your entrance, softly groaning as he feels himself slowly sink into you and grinning at your soft, needy, moan. His eyes trail off to the closest thing to a rope in reach, his grin widening.

God, you didn’t know how long he has been wanting to tie up his thicc, little, bunny.

“I think babygirl deserves a punishment~”

[dirt-cup-draco]

Sirius x Reader- Mistakes

Sirius was left stumped as you spun on your heel, tears filling your eyes as you brushed past Remus and James with a quiet, “excuse me”. He hadn’t see the tears however, so he assumed you were mad at him. Maybe you weren’t feeling well? Maybe it was that time of the month? How was he supposed to know? 

James’ frowned, sitting beside Sirius on the couch as Remus shook his head. “What did you say to her that made her cry?” 

“She wasn’t cryin’ Moony, she’s just mad at me,” Sirius shrugged, but he paused. Had you been crying? Why would you cry over something so silly?  Worry filled his veins but he played it off, pretending like the thought of you crying didn’t make him want to beat whoever was the cause to a pulp. And it seemed he had been the cause. 

“No, she was definitely crying,” James added and Sirius rolled his eyes, swatting the back of his friend’s head. 

“Her back was to me, how was I supposed to know turning her down would make her cry?” 

Remus and James went pale, heads snapping to their idiotic best friend. “What do you mean you turned her down? What was she saying to you?”

Sirius narrowed his eyes, standing. He felt like he was in the wrong now but didn’t understand why. He’d been nice! Or at least he’d been trying to be. 

“I didn’t mean to upset her!” He defended, “She asked if I wanted to be her date to the yule ball and I said she should go with someone better, who wasn’t just a friend, what’s so wrong about that?”

“Merlin, you are dense!” Remus groaned.

As James sighed, “You really messed up this time. Y/N doesn’t want to go as just friends,”

You sniffled into your pillow but quieted once one of your housemates came in. You felt pretty pathetic at the moment. Of course Sirius wouldn’t want to go with you. You must be like a little sister to him. You knew quite a few girls had already asked and he had politely turned them down, what made you different? You scoffed and sat up, rubbing at your eyes. You had been so excited after talking to Remus, he had reassured you that Sirius would love to go with you and it had given you the courage to ask but now you were dreading even going. 

You peered at the dress that was hung up neatly. It was so pretty, your parents had sent it not too long ago and it made you feel like a different person. It made you feel beautiful and interesting. You couldn’t let it hang and collect dust! You would find another date, and you would wear the dress and it would still be a great night, you decided. 

The next day you were in potions, fiddling nervously with your robes. You wanted to have this done before Sirius came in. Otherwise you would lose your nerve. Thankfully, he was almost always late. You slid out of your seat and made your way across the room to the handsome hufflepuff, Edgar Bones, that you had been friends with all year. “Do you mind if I sit here?” You asked and with a grin and a nod he was clearing a space for you.

“So, are you excited for the yule ball?” You questioned, trying to be sly but probably coming across very obvious. Your cheeks were already stained pink. After just being rejected, you were very worried that Edgar would say no as well, making you the least wanted girl in Hogwarts quite possibly.

“Um, I don’t actually have a date,” Edgar admitted, a shrug to his shoulders. “Besides, it seems a bit stuffy.” You deflated a bit. “Are you going with anyone?”

“Not yet, S-sirius turned me down, so no date either,” You stumbled over his name, head hung low in embarrassment. 

There was a commotion at the front of the class as Sirius scrambled in just moments before class started and you had to look away to keep your self sabotaging thoughts to a minimum. You had to be at least a little confident to get Edgar to go with you. 

Edgar noticed the sudden tension in your shoulders and flung his arm over your shoulders. He kissed the side of your head and then his lips were close to your ear, hot air tickling your neck as he said in a low voice, “Don’t worry I’ll be your rebound for the night,” You looked at him in surprise. He winked and focused back on the teacher. You wanted to correct him but he wasn’t completely wrong. You hadn’t thought to ask him before Sirius had said no. 

Sirius Black was pouting. He had been pouting since he arrived in potions and say stupid Edgar with his arm around your shoulder. You’d just asked Sirius to the ball why were you flirting with that hufflepuff anyway? Sirius liked Edgar, they were friends but why had he been so close to you? You liked Sirius. Or, thats what James had told him a couple of days ago. 

Right. He had turned you down. He had fucked up and missed his chance, as his friends had been more than happy to enlighten him about. How was he supposed to know you’d fancied him since first year? You were nice to everyone for Merlin’s sake! You’d had those big, starry doe eyes since you two met, he had no clue that to everyone else it was clear you had it bad. Sirius released a grumpy sigh and flung himself down on his bed. 

“Regretting all your life decisions?” Remus asked, strolling in with a smug look on his face. 

“Oh fuck off,” Sirius seethed, aiming a pillow right for his friends head. He ducked right in time and James released an “oof” as the pillow hit him square in the face instead. 

Peter scrambled around them and sat on his bed, silent for a moment but piping up eventually. “I saw Edgar and Y/N walking around by the black lake during lunch today, they looked like they were having a good time. Lily told Marlene who told me that they are going to the Yule ball together,” 

“She told Evans and didn’t tell us?” James scoffed but he hadn’t really been paying attention to Peter until Lily was mentioned. 

“I-I guess it just happened earlier today when they had class together,” Peter squeaked. 

“Who bloody cares who Y/N is going with!” Sirius finally exploded, leaving the dorm room with a whirl of his robes. 

The Yule Ball approached much sooner than you had anticipated but you had renewed your excitement. You and Edgar had been spending more time together, just so that it wouldn’t be awkward when you two had to dance. You’d been friends before but not as close. Now you could happily say that he was as close of a friend as the marauders are. 

You touched up your hair as your friends shuffled out of your dorm, giggling and smiling. Everyone was so excited. You met up with Edgar and couldn’t fight the smile that lit up your face. “You look great!” 

“And you look even better than that,” Edgar complimented, placing a kiss to your cheek. You had learned he was a very affectionate person. It didn’t bother you, you knew he was just being friendly. He led you into the great hall and another compliment and you were beaming. This was how tonight was supposed to go, all smiles and wonder.

It was much later in the night, a slow song was playing. Edgar’s hand was warm against your back, the other one gripping your free hand gently, as you swayed to the music. “He’s staring,” He said, lips close to your ear once again. “Sirius, I mean,” 

Your heart jumped in your throat, “He is?” You croaked. Edgar nodded. 

“I don’t think he has a date, he’s been looking at you all night though. Hell, half the people here have been,” Your cheeks burned at the compliment. And Edgar laughed softly. 

“Have more faith in yourself, love. You’re stunning,” His fingers fell away from yours and tilted your chin up. You weren’t able to meet his eyes but you nodded, knowing he was being honest. Edgar was truly kind. You almost wished you had feelings for him. 

You were startled when Edgar let out a bark of laughter and you looked up to him in confusion. “I don’t think Sirius likes me being so close to you, he looks like he wants to rip my head off,” 

You felt some anger surge through you. If he was jealous it was his own fault! You had asked him to come with you and he’d said no. It was his loss. “Well, I don’t care what he thinks,” You said, stepping closer to Edgar so you were hip to hip, chest to chest. You let your nails slide down the back of his neck as you leaned up to kiss him. Edgar kissed back but after a moment pulled away, hands sturdy on your hips. 

“Y/N... You don’t want me, love. Lets not do anything you’ll regret just because youre mad at Black, yeah? You’re....very attractive and I hate myself for stopping you but I know your heart isnt in it.” 

You were ashamed of yourself. He was right. “I’m so sorry Edgar, I really like you,” 

“And I like you too, you’re an amazing friend, now go get him before he hexes some poor kid out of spite,” You laughed softly and kissed Edgar’s cheek, stepping away as you saw Sirius bolt out of the great hall. Taking off your heels you chased after him. 

“Sirius wait!” You hollered as he sped off down the corridor. Damn his long legs. He spun around and an unreadable look passed over his eyes. 

“Y/N...” He spoke softly, not giving away anything except for the tense position of his jaw. He was certainly wound up about something. Edgar had given you some hope it was you. “Why aren’t you back in there with what’s-his-face?” 

Sirius knew Edgar, he really liked the kid but he was feeling petty. He was surprised that you had even noticed he’d left. You’d seemed to enjoy snogging Edgar just moments early. Your lips were still slightly plump and red. Your dress was amazing, that couldn’t be denied. But the dress wasn’t what made you beautiful. You always had been and Sirius was cursing himself for not saying yes.

You rolled your eyes at him and some anger sparked in him. “I wanted to talk to you, is that alright?” You said with a surprising amount of sass. 

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“It just seems like you’d rather be anywhere else right now,” 

“Well, wouldn’t you rather be snogging Edgar? Maybe if you ask nice you’ll get laid and loosen up a bit!” 

“What is your problem!?” You seethed. “Where did that even come from? And who I’m with is no concern of yours whether we are kissing or more or doing nothing at all, you prick!” 

“Well Prongs and Moony told me you fancy me, but now your attached to the hip with some other guy! You’re more fickle than I thought,” He sneered. 

Angry tears were already beginning to spill. You had wanted to talk to him but he was being impossible. How could he say those things about you? You’d done nothing to him. 

“Fine you bastard! I don’t need you anyway, maybe I will go back to Edgar. At least he cares! I was going to tell you that I hadn’t wanted to go to the yule ball together as just friends but now I don’t even want to be your friend...” You sniffled, all your anger gone.

Before Sirius could say anything you were gone. With a frustrated groan, and tears of his own fighting to be released he sagged against the stone wall of the corridor. He really had messed up big time.  

[queenofwerewolves]

Future Hope

chapter one - Where it all began.

We all thought the new decade would be a new fresh start, a new beginning for humanity, we were all so excited for the the arrival of 2020... and it's unknown horrors that we awaited along with it.

it started with just jokes and memes, the virus wasnt affecting us, it didnt seem like a big deal. Then it reached Italy, then the United States. In a span of three months, the entire world changed and was affected by COVID-19. Then it happened.. the attack and sudden uprising of those who had privilege, but didnt know of it's power..

it started with the Black Lives Matter Protests, but it got worst, so unhumaningly worse. People around the country and the world tried to help and stop this evil, but it wasnt enough to stop them. The White Suprimacy.

Death, despair, anguish, loss for hope... What has the world come to?

Even after two years of the incident, in the year of 2022, the same horrors from before was still going on. No one could stop them, those who tried were imprisioned or now buried six feet under, people gave up, they lost hope... Until a new reason for that hope arrived.

It started as a friendship group. Eight people of different kinds, intetrests and hobbies brought together by a common interest, which soon grew into an unbreakable bond, sharing pictures or tagging one another with a funny meme attached to it, simple acts but filled with love.. Until this group almost lost a member.

A fight was happening while she was visiting a store, it was between a simple teen wearing a pride shirt and a middle aged man, bickering and arguing issued, but no one expected the man to pull out a gun and attempt to shoot the kid... Only to miss, and shoot the beloved group friend...

She was texting her friends while it happened, only for them to not hear anything for weeks... But she finally replied, after weeks in the hospital, recovering from the shot. One of the members couldnt have it anymore, and kindly asked for everyone to create a Discord account so they could all see how their wounded friend was doing. Everyone agreed, and surprised her with a call.

Maria was her name, and she couldnt be more delighted about the surprise..

"Yo! Yooo Bitch can you see us?!" Shouted one friend from their call

"For fuck's sake Spike the woman was shot and you have to call her a bitch?!" Rudely replied another friend, who's background was dark and gloomy and had far too many halloween decorations.

Maria laughed softly. "It's OK Spooks.. Wow.. I cant believe Im seeing you all.. Just wished it wasnt at the hospital through a videochat..." She said with a soft smile.

"It is truly a concerning situation we've been dragged into.. but it brings me joy to see you alive and well Maria" Said another friend, looking a little too-well dressed in the call

"Im guessing Griff begged you all to make a Discord huh..?" Maria said, looking at the video box of young man with a concerned yet and embarrassed look.

"Queen... We were so worried..." He answered, slightly choked up. "We thought you were a goner.. When you finally texted back I..I just had to see you..!"

Queen. A nickname she never thought someone would ever call her, hell it was a title that she didnt even deserve. Until she met Griff, which started to call her that, and her other friends jumped along, she always loved that nickname.. Made her feel special...

"Seeing you all together... All for me... It makes me want to cry.. But we dont have time for me getting emocional" Maria answered, suddenly stern

"Why is that Queen? Something going on?" Answered another friend, who was sucking on a lollipop during the call, such the sweet tooth she is.

Maria smiled. "No Muffin.. I simply have a proposal for you all.. And I hope you all are in with me...Because Im getting pretty sick of the way things are in this shit world.."

And so was born a new hope, a group of fighters that are indignified about the way things are, and how they almost took their friend away.

After healing completly at the hospital, they all met in person for the first time. Maria told them that they way they are now wont be enough to make a change to the world, but she knew how to fix that. After a small walk through the woods in the park, they came through a gated area, which Maria crawled under a broken spot of the gate and the others followed, doing the same.

"Long ago" Maria started speaking. "After I moved here, I decided to explore around this park for fun. That's when I found this abandoned gate and went through the same broken piece of wall of the gate we all came through, I believe that's here can help us become better then we already are."

Spike, chewing a piece of gum sneered at her comment. "Oh sure, what is it? A wishing well?"

"Well..." She answered as they came to a stop.

In front of them was a perfectly clean, almost sparkling fountain with clean crystal water still working and flowing out of an angel's vase. The fountain was too bright and shiny, it sure as hell didnt match the rest of the area's gloomy and dark visuals..

"It's a wishing fountain!" Maria spouted out, smiling wide. But the rest werent as.. cheery as she was.

"A fucking... wishing fountain?" Spike answered. "You expect me to believe that's a real wishing fountain? If that's true then why dont you wish for this shit world to become better?"

"I tried!" Maria answered "Apperently it doesnt make big wishes like that, it only makes wishes about yourself or something very small. Like wishing your room to be clean kind of small"

"I mean.. It kinda has that magic aesthetic, I mean, that thing is impeccably clean while the rest is covered in dirt?" Kip answered, glancing at the fountain.

"I know it sounds silly but it really works, I actually did my wish already!" Maria said smiling wide

"Bullshit" Spike answered "You aint a fucking Werewolf, what makes you think we believe you actually wished to be one?"

".. Cause I didnt wished to be a Werewolf..?" Maria answered, dumbfounded. "I always said that I LIKE Werewolves, but I never wanted to be one. I wished to be good at using a scythe and knife throwing, like exceptionally good ya know?" She said excitedly. "And before you answer, YES I do have a scythe, I bought one. Dont ask where."

"So... who goes first?" The smollest of the group, Rook, asked.

"I'll go" Said Griff, pulling out a coin before Maria stopped in this tracks. "This.. Doesnt accept coins" Maria said, seeming a bit worried.

"Then what?" Griff answered back, only to shocked when Maria answered "Blood".

Before Spike could throw a fit, Maria cut him. "Just a drop! Literally! I got a needle here with me, all you gotta do is prick your hand and let the drip fall after you make a wish."

"Let's just get on with it before Spike goes crazy again" Said Blink, the tallest of the group and the one to deal with Spike's bullcrap

Griff took Maria's needle and stood in front of the fountain...And said outloud his wish..

At first he whispered his wish, as if he didnt want anyone to hear it.

"Uh.. It has to be out loud or it wont work Griff." Maria said.

"I-I said.. I wish to be a strong, masculine and really beefy Wererabbit that's really manly and buffed up!!" he shouted with a tone of embarrassment in his voice.

"A Werebunny.. Griffy?" Said Maria in disbelief. "What?! It's co- ow!!" Without looking, he pricked his hand with the needle, and let the drop of blood fall into the fountain's water, mixing along with it. The fountain suddenly shined so brightly that everyone had to cover their eyes for a brief moment before it died out.

Then.. Silence.

"... So.. Now wh-AHCK!!!" Shouted Griff, hit with a sudden shot of pain throughout his body, which made him fall on his knees as everyone backed away from him. They watched in horror as not only he grew almost three times his size, but he got much fuzzier, his ears stretched into rabbit ears, his muscles swelled and bubbled as they grew bigger, his body shifted painfully into a hybrid between man and rabbit. When he finally finished, he just collapsed on the floor, panting exaustedly.

His friends were inicially shocked, until Maria snapped out of it and rushed to his side, placing a hand on his head. "Griffy? You OK..?"

He answered, in a much gruffer, deeper voice.. "Yeah.. Yeah Im good.."

"Jesus.. It worked.. Can you stand?" She asked. Griff nodded as he slowly got up and almost knocked his head on a tree branch from how tall he was now. Everyone was looking up at him, jaws dropped in shock and awe, until..

"HOLY SHIT YOU'RE NAKED!!!" Rook shouted as she covered her eyes, running in place "MY EYES!! THEY BURN!!!"

"We.. better finish these wishes quick and get you some pants." Maria added, Griff simply nodded as he covered himself embarrassed.

One by one they did their wishes. Becoming who they wanted to be to fufill their purpose with Maria.

Spike wished for strong arm strenght, fast stamina and an aluminum bat that never breaks, and can destroy almost anything. Blink asked for a sword, the ability to parkour and jump from building to building like some kind of vigilante. Kip asked to be part cat for the heck of it and that whatever she draws will become a reality. Muffin asked to be a fairy, to bring joy because she isnt a fighter. Togekiss asked for high I.Q, the ability to see simulations of possibilities in the future and telekenisis and teleportation. Spooks asked to be like an Underworld Goddess, with the power to summon shadows and have the darkness on her command, and finally, Rook asked to be part bird and a wizard with elemental nature, and musical spells,to honour her beloved Lammy, she also wished to have a split personality to be like her favorite character, ENA.

And so the team was ready, and soon they would make a change to the world, the revolution has begun, it was time to shine..

For a Future Hope.

[captainunderkrupp]

guess what I have a whoooole bunch of autistic/adhd!hickory hcs :3c bc i got to ramble abt it and now i’m gonna throw them here real quick-- (under the cut bc this got l o n g)

audio processing is wonky. he's p good at focusing on ppl he's talking to but always feels so awkward bc he can hear conversations happening across the room no hes not eavesdropping he can just hear it that's a l l v good for intel gathering tho

on the subject of accidental eavesdropping... hickory was rly proud when he realized he could use it for gathering info on marks. he accidentally overheard someone making plans in a bar and told dickory, who was rly baffled and amazed that hickory managed to hear that over the din of the bar, which made hickory realize That's Not Super Common and then he felt a little bit better abt it after bc he felt super awkward abt it before

object permanence gets weird w adhd. for example, out of sight out of mind is just a general truth. this boy has to keep things in front of him/in his awareness or hes just like '...wait does that thing exist.' so he doesn't have much in the way of stuff he doesnt use often and tends to rebuild less common items he might need bc he forgot them somewhere lol

this unfortunately can extend to relationships :( trips to lonesome flats can make him feel a little bit emotionally distant from his new friends/partners in pop village... and visa versa during trips to pop village and w friends/family in lonesome flats

hickory uses coffee as a form of self-medication, since the caffeine helps him calm down and focus. he gets weird when he doesn’t get to drink it. it’s also his special interest!! he loves talking abt coffee and could do it for ages 

dickory Does Not understand how coffee doesnt make hickory jittery. he just has one cup and gets all jumpy, meanwhile hickory feels the most chill hes been all day w his first cup. dickory would probably stop drinking coffee w minimal downsides except that hickory keeps automatically making him a cup every day and it tastes rly good so

he prefers drinking coffee in the evening/night bc it helps him sleep. another reason dickory is constantly ??? abt how hickory isnt just bouncing off the walls, esp since when hickory was younger and not old enough for coffee yet he was an absolute nightmare to try and get to sit still

time blindness is a thing and hickory personally measures time in his music and cooking times as opposed to... an actual system of time. hug bracelets are actually super useful as a tool to train time awareness since they go off every hour and he gets mildly weirded out when he realizes he knows when it's gonna go off, since hes not normally so great at that kind of thing

hyperfocuses on construction projects. great for finishing big things in one go. not great for remembering to eat food/sleep. dickory tends to have to drag him away when he's been sitting and carving for 14 hours

hes not super great at volume control but since he grew up yodeling he's much better at it than he might have been. he tends to either be slightly soft spoken or VERY LOUD

usually v good at reading ppl but also tends to overcorrect abt making sure they heard/understood him, partially bc of the soft spokenness, partially bc english is his second language, partially bc he knows he leans on metaphors/idioms a lot

oh yeah he does that too!! its just easier to make a metaphor/simile/idiom that ppl already know and have context for rather than try and explain himself. makes him seem very good at being succinct. however sometimes he mixes up german and country ones and sometimes ppl dont know them at all and he gets stuck in a rambly loop attempting to explain himself... more than just branch have gotten a little snappy and went "ok yes i get it"

loves chewing on stuff. doesnt normally chew too hard but oh my god there is always smth in his mouth unless he's talking. dickory ends up reusing old habits of handing off things that ur allowed to chew on when he starts helping w clampers, tho he quickly figures out he has to give her much tougher things than hickory ever needed

hickory ends up sharing a lot of stims w his friends/family/partners bc he was like 'i use them for self comfort i can help them out by teaching them right?' and now sometimes he just ends up grinning when he sees them mirroring smth he does bc yes it did help them :)

hickory usually holds onto his belt/suspenders when he's thinking/embarrassed and can get a little anxious if he ends up not having anything to grab onto. putting his hands on his hips works but its like... not rly good enough, in his opinion

[toutallyahoe]

Strange

Requested By Gifted To: My dearest, sweetest, precious angels: CN and Nyan

Pairing/s: Aziraphale x [Name] x Crowley

A/N: Hello, hello, hello~

This is the project I've been whining on about losing my sanity over and I'm still not finished on it but my angel CN liked to read a not so long ass one chapter thing, so I'm dividing it into parts.

Also, a very late anniversary gift for my darls~ Our anniversary was in July 20th, so I apologize for this being so, so late.

My Jove, what have I done to deserve such angels as friends? #blessed

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The first time the angel and the demon had met him was... to say the least, interesting... and strange...

It was a normal day for the two beings, both were on their way to go to their meeting spot in London, St. James' Park, well, the demon running a little late than the angel who was already sitting patiently by the bench and watched the ducks on the lake swam merrily and on occasions, coming closer to some people who were throwing food for them to eat.

As the angel, Aziraphale was his name, was waiting for his more demonic companion, someone had taken a seat on the other side of the bench where he sat. Of course, the white haired being had noticed and had momentarily turn to look at the person who sat, it wasn't the demonic companion he was waiting, that was a fact.

The person who had sat in the exact bench where he was was a man. And not just any man, he was human but the angel had trouble with the scent of his. It was strange but the human didn't seem to mind as he was reading a book. Aziraphale decided to look at the human, he was curious to say the least. The angel had noticed the man's [Hair color] hair brushed back with some locks ruining its neatness. His clothes was rather a bit appropriate for the weather, it was consist of a dark gray (almost mistaken as a black) slim button up dress' shirt with the contrast of the collar is perfect for casual and formal setting from its plaid pattern fabric, its sleeves rolled up till the upper of his elbow. A plain black pants and as he was about to discreetly look and see what the other male's type of shoe was, the said man had spoke.

"Good morning," the [Hair color] haired man had said as he had not even looked up from his book. Like he knew the angel was looking at him. And as for Aziraphale, flustered that he might have been caught gazing at the human, he sputtered out his own greeting. "A-ah, yes-- u-um, g-good morning," the angel had softly and embarrassedly said as he turn to look at the lake to hide furthermore embarrassment.

The white haired being felt his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, how stupid was he to look at a random man far too long? His mind had already screaming at him that it was inappropriate and not to mention, most certainly creepy. Oh, the Almighty, may she strike him already from the embarrassment he had don--

"It is, isnt?" Aziraphale was snapped from his deprecating thoughts by none other than the man he had (creepily) stared at awhile ago. The angel took a moment as he turn to look at the [Hair color] haired male who was still reading his book, pushing his glasses (that the angel now had noticed) on the bridge of his nose to not fall as he continue to read.

Finally, the angel processed what the man had said as he sputtered out a confused, "pardon?"

The [Hair color] haired man merely continue to read with his lips twitched upward. He didn't answer the angel's question which made Aziraphale even doubted he talked again after the greeting but the white haired being was confused on what he meant. "Pardon me for asking but," Aziraphale started as he looked at the man, "what did you mean?" The angel finished as he watched the [Hair color] haired man had paused on his reading to turn and look at him briefly then looked at the lake with a smile on his lips.

"I have meant what I had said, but have I said what I meant?" The man cryptically said which brought confusion to the angel. The [Hair color] haired had narrowed his eyes to look at the white haired being beside him for a brief second as a chuckle then left his lips from the odd look of distress and confusion plastered on the angel's face.

"Ah, I meant to say was; it is a rather good morning," he cleared as he looked at the ducks that passed by his sight from the lake, a soft smile on his lips. "A lovely morning if I had to say so myself," he mused as he then turn to look at his book and read again.

Aziraphale was confused. Although the [Hair color] haired man had already answered his question, it was so cryptic that he can not understand. Wanting to know what the man really meant, the angel scooted a bit closer to where the other male sat as he watched the [Hair color] haired man read. "Can you elaborate on what you had said?" The angel softly asked, not wanting to be seen demanding or rude to the odd and cryptic man.

He merely gotten a hum from the [Hair color] haired male as he ignored what he had said and read his book.

"Don't you think, it is a good morning?" The [Hair color] haired man had asked out of the blue as he looked at the confused angel, not answering the other's query. Aziraphale just now noticed he had [Eye color] eyes gleaming with amusement behind the clear lenses of the black framed glasses. The angel, not wanting to be embarrassed or come off as rude, answered him. "Well, it is a rather pleasant day..." Aziraphale softly said as he look up to see the bright blue sky with the sun shining brightly, the clouds rolling by. It was a pleasant morning, he had to say as he then looked at [Hair color] haired man who nodded at his answer.

"Yes, it is rather a good morning," he had said as he slip the small bookmark that was held by his index and middle finger to the book as he then closed it shut and placed it on his lap. "That is what I have meant on what I had said," he had said as the other nodded on his answer, he then turn to look at the angel with a smile on his lips. "Good morning," he greeted as the angel sent him a greeting and a smile aswell. "Ah, yes, good morning," Aziraphale softly said as the strange man turn to look at the lake in front them. Following his lead, the angel looked at the lake aswell and watched how the ducks play and eat whatever people had to throw at them to fed.

A calm silence had captured the two as Aziraphale was back to waiting for his companion and off with his daydreams while the still unknown man (to him) watched everything that had passed by the lake. Occasionally, there were people that had passed by from where the two had sat but none seemed to pause and take a break. It was calm, the day was, like the [Hair color] haired man had cryptically said was lovely as the sun still shone its rays, blessing everyone below it with light.

It was quiet until the [Hair color] haired man decided to break the silence again.

"Are you waiting for someone?" He had asked, out of the blue which made the angel out of his thoughts. Snapping his head to turn and look at the man beside him, Aziraphale nodded. "Ah, yes," he answered. "I am waiting for a... friend of mine," he explained as he watch the [Hair color] haired nodded at his answer.

The angel thought the man would continue on to start a conversation but he was wrong. Silence came again but this time it was rather distressing to the angel as he tapped his feet to the ground as he turn to look at what was in front of him again. Furrowed his eyebrows as he pondered why the man had asked him but didn't continue on. It was... strange and the angel was rather curious of him. With a few seconds of pondering, the angel decided to ask a question.

"What about you?" Aziraphale asked as he briefly looked at the [Hair color] haired man then back to the lake. "Are you waiting for someone aswell?" He was rather nervous. Was it to straight forward? Bloody hell, now he takes back on asking the man. He was a stranger for goodness sake Aziraphale!

He was berating himself again when the man's voice had promptly had taken him out from his thoughts.

"No," the man had said which made the white haired being look at him. "I am not waiting for anyone really. I am merely here to enjoy the morning, perhaps also looking for an..." The man had trailed off as he turn to look at the angel beside him with a smile on his lips. "-- adventure, if you will," he had finished as he look at the book he held on his lap then back onto the lake.

His words made Aziraphale feel that feeling on confusion again. Adventure? What does he mean? The angel wondered what the man really meant but that still made him nod to not be rude. Again, silence came which honestly made the angel's anxiety raise. Oh bloody hell, my Jove was he not liking this one-sided awkward silence of his and the cryptic man he sat beside.

"So, um," Aziraphale started as he tried to think of anything to start a conversation with the [Hair color] haired man. "Um... what did you meant when you said you were looking for an adventure?" Aziraphale finally thought of a topic which made the man directing the question smiled as he continued to look at the lake.

"Nothing really," he had answered to the angel's question. "I merely am bored and want something exciting to happen," he had said as he momentarily looked at the white haired being who was still staring at him, his smile still intact on his lips as Aziraphale noticed that gleam in his [Eye color] eyes. "It would be lovely if something did happen to lead for an adventure, dont you think?" The [Hair color] haired had asked to the angel as Aziraphale nodded.

"An adventure would be... nice," Aziraphale had said as watch the man looked at what is in front of them again, the angel was curious about. A hum left the [Hair color] haired man's lips as he close his eyes. A thought had slipped on his mind as he opened his eyes back to see a child pass by with her mother, he assumed, trailing behind with a smile on her lips as she chased after the little girl.

"It would be interesting if the world would go into an... apocalypse," the man had abruptly said as Aziraphale almost choke on his own saliva. "Don't you agree?" He had asked as he tilted his head to look at the white haired being who was trying to breath normally and calm his "heart". There was a gleam of something behind those [Eye color] eyes of his but the white haired being didn't seem to catch them when he was too busy trying not to choke on the air he was breathing. The [Hair color] haired man's question made the angel have a slight panic attack, as he look at the man in the eye.

"N-no! I don't agree!" The angel had disagreed without hesitation. Those words coming out like nothing as the memories of a near death experience of Armageddon, failing to save and have it destroying life and war between heaven and hell flashed through his mind as he immediately shut his eyes tight and shake his head. God, he didn't want to experience that ever again.

Opening his eyes again and looking at the man beside him who had asked that ridiculous question, he saw the man had raise a brow at him, waiting for him to continue on his answer and also from his strange actions. "I-I mean... erm... uhh," the angel began to sputter as he raise his hands and rub his temple. God, he wish the Almighty would just strike him now.

"I-It would be catastrophic a-and... and absolutely cause devastation!" He explained as he look at the man who's eyes gleamed in amusement but had nodded on his explanation. As Aziraphale tried to find the correct words to have his disagreement on the topic explaining further, he heard the man beside him hum. "Well, you do have a point," he heard the man say as he nodded with no hesitation. The angel swore the [Hair color] haired had muttered something underneath his breathe but he didn't put it in mind as he agreeded.

"Of course!" Aziraphale had said. "I-I mean... having an apocalypse would just destroy everything and leave nothing but chaos and destruction," he softly muttered as he looked at his lap. His hands curling into a fist as he remembered he and his demonic friend almost failed to save the world from its impending doom, his actions had made the [Hair color] momentarily look at the angel curiously but didn't push further on the topic. He could see how uncomfortable the white haired being was to it. It was strange but who was he to be nosy in other people's business?

"Yes, it would," the man had agreed which made Aziraphale uncurled his hands as he snap his head to look at the [Hair color] haired man, the other merely sent him a small smile when he had noticed the white haired being had looked at him. "Good morning," the man had said again.

It made the angel tilt his head in confusion. This man greeted him again? But remembering the [Hair color] haired man's cryptic words awhile ago, maybe he was stating that the morning was good? Aziraphale was bloody pondering what did he mean again when the man continued.

"I realized that I have not introduced myself yet," he had said as he look at the angel while a soft smile on his lips. Raising his hand towards the white haired being, he finally said his name. "The name's [Name] [Last name]-Hewitt, and you are?" The man, [Name], introduced as Aziraphale took his hand had gave a firm handshake. "Nice to meet you Mr. Hewitt," he had said. If Aziraphale had to be honest, the man's last name, Hewitt, was oddly familiar to him. Somewhere deep inside his mind was saying that this man beside him, the one he was shaking his hand too was... familiar. It was strange but he pushed that thought back in the back of his mind as his words had made the said man shake his head.

"No, please, just call me [Name]," the [Hair color] haired man had said which Aziraphale nodded in understandin. "Ah, alright then. Pleasure to meet you, [Name]. You may call me Aziraphale," the angel introduced himself.

[Name] seemed to be taken back when Aziraphale had told him his name. Slowly taking his hand away from the handshake, a small smile formed on his lips. "Aziraphale you say?" He muttered which the white haired being look at him in wonder on his change of demeanor but nevertheless, he nodded, albeit a bit confused though.

"Um, yes, that is my name," the angel had said which made [Name] smile more, the angel had noticed the strange gleam in his eyes behind his glasses.

Aziraphale flushed when [Name], his new acquaintance had leaned closer towards him as he hesitantly raised both of his hand in front of his chest to make a small wall between him and the human. "Umm... can you move a bit?" Aziraphale softly had said as he saw [Name] look at him for a few seconds before he went back to his place. Still had that smile plastered on his lips.

"Sorry about that," the [Hair color] haired man apologize as his eyes soften at the white haired being who was trying to calm himself down. "I just... I was just... your name..." The angel heard him softly say.

"What about it?" Aziraphale asked. He regretted his decision really as what comes next that left the [Hair color] haired man's lips made him panic.

"It reminds me of an angel's," [Name] had said as he look at Aziraphale with amusement in his eyes. "Do you believe in... in angels, Aziraphale?" He asked.

"W-what's not to believe? T-they're beings that exist along with the Almighty," Aziraphale stuttered, berating himself from giving such a dumb answer. His mind was scrambled and he did not know what to do. He was panicking. The white haired being didn't eased when he noticed the [Hair color] haired man smiled at his answer.

"Yes," [Name] had said with a gleam in his eyes. "It is true but in other religion, they do not exist..." Aziraphale heard as his breathing was becoming more erratic. Where was that demon when you need him? The angel really does get into too much trouble and he is silently praying inside his mind on where the bloody hell was his demonic friend is. Stuck in traffic?!?

"Are you an angel, Aziraphale?" [Name] had abruptly asked after a few minutes of silence had passed when he was too busy connecting the dots while the white haired being was too busy trying not to cause a scene, which made the said male freeze and start to panic when the [Hair color] haired male's words registered to his head. Aziraphale didn't dare to look on [Name]'s [Eye color] eyes and instead looked at the ground as he felt the man moved a bit closer towards him again. This caused him to panic more.

"W-why do... why d-do you think I a-am one?" Aziraphale hesitantly said as he finally looked [Name] in the eye. "I-I could maybe have really religious... parents," he tried to save himself as he cursed himself for stuttering. He heard the [Hair color] haired man hum but Aziraphale saw he was not convinced. At all.

"Maybe... but it is not common to be named with an angel's name," [Name] had said as Aziraphale shake his head. "T-that is true," he agreed but he immediately tried to justify himself again when he noticed he almost outed himself. "B-but that does not mean I can't have... one?" The angel trailed off with uncertainty in his voice.

The angel was having trouble keeping calm as the [Hair color] haired man stared at him with those [Eye color] eyes of his. It was so stran--

"Uh, hi guys," a bored voice had said that made the two males turn to look to where they heard the voice was an to the angel's relief, it was Crowley, the friend he was waiting for because he was (very) late.

Crowley, looked at his angel distress friend and then to the [Hair color] haired human, raising a brow when he had smelt something... strange. Whatever it was, the demon had shrugged it off and instead had sat between the two males, the two scooting over to create space for him to not be awkwardly touching each other. As the demon had sat he turned to look at the white haired angel as he began, "Sorry about being late," had apologized. "You know how traffic is in Queen Anne's Gate," the red haired had said and then shrugged as he then remembered that there was another person beside him.

The demon turned to look at the [Hair color] haired human, confusion in his eyes but was hidden by his sunglasses.

"And hello to you...?" He had said and trailed off, a bit confused about a human really but the demon looked at him, head to toe and hummed. This one was... interesting.

"Good morning," [Name] had said with a smile on his lips and a gleam in his eyes. Aziraphale who was beside Crowley, despite rather still panicking from awhile ago, smiled at the demon's confusion. "Um... yes, good morning to you too... I guess," the demon muttered as he looked at the [Hair color] haired man who merely continued to smile at him. It made the demon a bit... peeved. That smile...

It's bloody fake...

"It is good, isn't it?" Crowley snapped out of his thoughts as he look at the human with a raised brow. Just like Aziraphale before him, he was confused. "What?" Came put of the red head's lips which honestly made the white heard angel bit his bottom lip to not let out any chuckles leaving.

Ah, he will definitely enjoy this. Especially how the demon in the middle of him and the cryptic man he acquainted for is too easy to rile up.

The [Hair color] haired man merely hummed as he momentarily looked at the lake then back to the confused red head. "I said, "it is good, isn't it?"" He said again as he then looked at the white haired angel who was cupping his mouth to stop himself from laughing.

"Don't you agree so, Aziraphale?" [Name] had asked the angel who let out a small laugh leaving his lips. His actions had resulted into Crowley snapping in his direction and the angel fully knows the demon was glaring at him through those black colored lenses of his sunglasses, which made him bit his bottom lip to contain his laughter again as he looked at [Name].

"Yes, I do," Aziraphale had breathlessly said as a small laugh left his lips again when he saw Crowley turn to look at the [Hair color] haired man, probably glaring at him aswell.

"Ugh, can you lots just tell me what?" The demon annoyedly asked as he saw the human's lips twitched.

"Good morning," [Name] merely said which made the demon roll his snake like eyes behind the darkened lenses of his sunglasses. Hell, he was so irritated and confused right now.

"Yes, yes, good morning," Crowley had said as he look at the [Hair color] haired man in the eye. Those [Eye color] eyes was honestly quite familiar... strange. Snapping out on whatever dazed state he was in, he continued. "Now can you tell me what you meant?" The demon asked. His questions brought a smile on the angel's lips as he remembered what would be [Name]'s next words.

"I have meant what I had said... but have I said what I meant?" There it is... and now for the confused and stupefied question...

"What?"

And with that, Aziraphale laughed. Despite being confused and distressed when he had dealt it earlier, it was amusing to watch how the [Hair color] haired confused others, especially his demonic friend. The angel didn't mind the annoyed glare directed at him by the said demonic friend of his as he continued to laugh. "Honestly, just bloody tell me. It's getting really annoying," the demon grumbled when he had turn to direct his glare to the confusing and cryptic man beside him who merely smiled at him like he did nothing wrong. Which was really true, except annoying the demon.

"It is a lovely morning is what I have meant," [Name] finally cleared which made the demon beside him grumble incoherent words as he look at the lake. The [Hair color] haired turned back to look at the red head and was about to say something when he had realized...

"Ah, pardon my manners," [Name] had said as he smiled at the sunglasses wearing male. Raising his hand to the demon, he introduced himself like he did with Aziraphale who was now calm and not in the verge of a panic attack from that strange yet amusing conversation he had witnessed. "My name's [Name] [Last name]-Hewitt, but feel free to call me by my first name," the [Hair color] haired had said as Crowley looked at his hand and then grabbed it. Giving a shake as he nodded.

"Mine's Crowley, Anthony J Crowley actually but Crowley will do," he had said as he rose a brow when he saw the [Hair color] haired man's eyes gleamed.

"Interesting..." The demon heard him mutter as he then flash him another smile. The red heard hesitantly nodded his head as he felt the angel beside him freeze on what [Name] had said. Confusion, like the angel awhile ago, is what Crowley had felt as he didn't know what the man had meant. As he was about to ask, there was a ring heard among the three. The two beings looked around to find where the noise was only to see the man beside them had already fished out his phone from his pants pocket and had a small frown on his lips.

"Oh bugger, of all the times, they need me now?" [Name] softly muttered as he turn off his phone and stood up from his seat, he had then turn and sent the two beings a smile and nodded. The book still in his hand.

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you both but I'm afraid I had to leave now," the [Hair color] haired had said as Crowley had raised a brow from what he had heard from the man ha said awhile ago but nevertheless, he nodded his head while Aziraphale, although had an... odd (and panicking) encounter with him, the angel had sent him a small smile.

"See you again, [Name]," the angel softly said. "It was a pleasure meeting you aswell," Aziraphale had added which made the demon shrug and nod. "What he said," the red head had said, getting a small chuckle from the [Hair color] haired who sent them a smile again.

"See you both soon aswell, have a good morning!" Came his good bye as he turn and started to walk away from the two beings.

Aziraphale and Crowley ahd watched that strange and cryptic man walked away until the two beings couldn't see him then. Quiet, the two were as Aziraphale turn to look at the lake while his demonic companion lingered and watched where the path the [Hair color] haired man walked away.

"He was... strange, wasn't he?" Aziraphale broke the silence as the red head demon turn to look at him and them look at the lake. A hum left his lips to show he agreeded. "Aye, he was," Crowley had said as they watched the lake where some ducks passed by from the waters.

"Do you think we will meet him again?" The angel asked as he turn to look at his demonic companion who turn and looked at him aswell. The red head shrugged as his lips formed into a tiny frown. "Who knows," Crowley had said as he recalled that cryptic man's face. "Maybe..."

[omoghouls]

in another drabble you wrote you said lizzie thought fe looked charming even as he wet himself. i know that's probably just her wanting to make her husband feel better but. what about her getting a little TOO interested in his seemingly constant accidents, if u catch my drift??

👀👀 oh nonny you have my mind haven't ya?

Because like, they're from a time where there has been a progression where folks dont just go outside so publicly anymore (at least, not in the villages or larger towns) so there has been a slight taboo that has become of such things, which, tends to make things more /interesting/ to some-

Namely, Lizzie because she grew up in better off than Felix had (but, when your Pa owns a company ofc you're going to be better off than like half of the population 😂) so there was an even more taboo to someone wetting themselves, because someones nice clothing shouldnt become dirtied, it's ungentlemanly/ladylike! 

So, watching as her husband is just straight up having to resort to wetting his britches makes her a bit taken aback, not in a bad way, she loves her Thunderbird and watching as the dark patches drench his bottoms and puddles beneath him is,,,nice 

Ofc she wouldnt be one to admit that so quickly, perhaps it was just a coincidence her heart fluttered a but faster, no need to let her mind wander. But, she does, oh boy does she, confused and questions running around. Eventually she just brushes it off, so silly of her to think she's interested in such.

That is, until the next time it happens. 

They had gone to her parents home for the weekend and were heading on home via her parents carriage (as their buggy was in need of repairs). Felix was sitting with Lizze and the two made their small talk, recollecting the times enjoyed by the pair. The closer they got to the Valley the more she noticed just how fidgety Felix had become, she tries to act like she hasn't noticed and attempts to distract him in a way of helping him. Soon Felix is tapping his foot uncharacteristically with not set pattern, his thighs clenched together, he was trying so hard to act as if he didnt need to go- but she knows :^0 

Lizzie clears her throat and moves towards the front, talking to the driver. Felix tilts his head but takes the moment alone-ish to hold himself. Then, the carriage stops and Lizzie opens the door, giving her thanks to the driver. Felix is down right confused, they were still at least 20 minutes away from home but, he scoots out and gives his thanks as well, trying hard to stand still as the carriage drives on back to the town.

It was not in ill-intent on Lizzie's end, rather, help in just an odd way. The isolated dirt road, no homesteads for at least another mile, Felix almost whines because holy shit he has to pee s o  bad (he didnt want to be rude and refuse the tea Lizzie's mother had been offering before they had left). And that's when Lizzie finally fills the silent air, saying how she knew of his need, kinda bringing up the last time they had taken a buggy ride while Felix had to go, the bumpiness of the roads had sent him over the edge then, who was to say it wouldnt have happened again? 

Felix is a bit confused but nods along, pressing his thighs together as she speaks. Then she drops the bomb, "So, if we were to walk the rest of the way and if something were to happen, no one is to know," she pauses, "and daddy would not find the mess in his favourite carriage" 

Felix fuking buring in embarrassment at the thought of Lizzie knowing and the idea of wetting himself in the carriage, his saving grace yet again.

So they start their slow walk home. Barley even 4 minutes into the walk, Felix stops, letting out a gasping sound as his bladder protest this movement and holding, Lizzie is of course acting as if she's solely concerned and not also watching a bit more closely than she regularly has done in the past 😎 and she cant lie, she thinks the hips swaying motions and the way his knees buckle as his trembled voice speaks his urgency, all combined,,,she likes it. 

But she also doesnt wanting him hurting himself!! So, she comes closer, lightly cupping his jaw and looks to him softly, saying how he should just let go, she know and he most certainly knows he isnt going to make it back to the homestead.

He of course doesn't want to stoop to such a level, but his opinions dwindled away to nothing an hour ago. So, all he had to do is remove the hand that had been tightly packed between his legs and the flood just pours out. He closes his eyes, shoulders shaking and chest heaving as his body gives in.

And Lizzie watches the whole thing unfold infront of her, surprised by just how much he had been holding and just how reactive he was during as well as after- 

When he shamefully finishes, Lizzie just holds him close and pats his back in a reassuring manner, telling him she'll run him a bath when they are home. Felix just tearily smiles at her kindness

Inwardly, Lizzie thanks Felix for letting her intrest being confirmed 😎😎😎😎

[fluffyheretic]

I’m so fucking tempted to say “every single question with Kazushuu or Hitoshuu (except for the nsfw ones i guess)” But I don’t want to singlehandedly kill you

ok let’s do it

as a side note sometimes the answer is the same or similar for both ships just bc shuu is uh. the same person. but ofc not always

under cut for lengthhhh

1. Who makes the first move and how?

hitoshuu: normally im gonna say definitely hitori. he probably decides to be direct and just straight up ask. in iwasweetie au specifically tho i want it to be sweetie if only bc i need to make him get over his shit. he also asks “directly” but it actually involves a lot of stuttering and beating around the bush so it ends up not being very direct

shuukazu: im not sure if it would really be one of them specifically, i can see them as the “this kind of just happened” couple. maybe kazuaki is the one after several months whos like “so um… what are we…. lol………..”

2. Who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better?

hitoshuu: shuu, not that hitori is the paragon of confidence but shuus like “wtf hes the ideal young man and im Bastard Supreme but ok i guess”

shuukazu: BOTH LMAO but kazu is more vocal abt it and shuu is the Bottle Up EVERYTHING type

some good ol body positivity cuddle sessions work in both cases

3. Who is the most romantic?

anyone but shuu for obvious “i dont even know what feelings ARE” reasons

4. Who can’t keep their hands to themselves?

again anyone but shuu for obvious “i dont even know what intimacy IS” reasons but specifically hitori is just more confident and kazuaki isnt necessarily confident but is more just. shameless

5. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

not shuu for similar reasons as above. there’s a trend here, you see

6. Who would they ask if they ever had a threesome?

THIS is a CHRISTIAN blog

7. What do they get up to on a night out?

hitoshuu: going to dinner at a place thats nice but not TOO nice. like good comfortable atmosphere and good food but not posh

shuukazu: they probably just wander around, maybe go shopping, kazuaki keeps pointing out stuff he wants and dr iwamine “i dont know what to do with my money bc i dont want for material things” shuu just buys it for him. shuu please stop enabling him. stop it.

8. What do they like in bed?

hitoshuu: cuddling :)

shuukazu: snuggling :)

9. What is the most embarrassing thing they have done in front of each other?

i feel like shuu considers every single new couple-y thing he does to be the new most embarrassing thing he’s done. we’re holding hands? embarrassing. i kissed you? god now THATS embarrassing. you caught me wearing your sweater that you accidentally left at my place? well put me in the fucking ground thats literally the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to anybody. how dare i show sentimentality. despicable

kazuaki is similar in that he’s constantly one-upping himself and getting a NEW most embarrassing thing but his things include stuff like getting caught watching really strange anime and scream-singing pop songs and anime OPs in the shower

hitori probably like tripped on the sidewalk once

10. What two songs, two books and two luxury items do they take to a desert island?

these questions are difficult bc man idk what media exists in 2188 bird japan

11. What do they hide from one another?

in both cases shuus answer is “just about everything” hes terrified of the mortifying ordeal of being known. pretty much everything you learn about him has to be squeezed out

hitori hides how troubled he really is because he wants to seem like the responsible one everyone can depend on so that they dont have to worry about him. he does his best to hide when hes struggling but since shuu has that exact same impulse they pretty quickly start to see through each other, but are also very understanding about it.

kazuaki probably doesnt have as much to hide but he might be shy about portraying how REALLY in love with shuu he is too soon because he doesnt want to scare him away. he also hides the weirder shows and games and stuff that hes into lol

12. What first changes when it starts getting serious?

hitoshuu: i can see them having that kind of relationship where at first its casual and almost competitive in a way, like a “i think youre sexy and the only thing i know to do about it is see what i can do to make you flustered, then act smug when i succeed” thing. but over time when the novelty of that starts to wear off they both kinda realize they just straight up like each other and start being more genuine and soft.

shuukazu: again its a similar thing with shuu where he starts feeling more comfortable with letting himself be a little more genuine and START opening up. kazuaki picks up on this as a good sign and starts to worry less about trying to impress shuu and more just enjoying their time together.

13. When do they realize they should get together?

this is another one that i think is a similar answer in both cases, at least for shuu’s part he has a “dammit. i cant lose him” moment. since hes a person of very few words he tries to communicate “i want us to be serious” via letting down his walls a little bit, which hitori/kazuaki hopefully notice is happening and then are like “oh maybe we can work”

14. When one has a cold, what does the other do?

for shuu and hitori its “responsibly take care of you, bc its what i should do but also secretly i get STRESSED AS FUCK when someone i care about is sick so i gotta make sure youre okay”

for kazuaki its “take care of you, although i dont really know what im doing, also i thought since youre bedridden we could cuddle but its not as enjoyable as i wanted so like I’m Here but also im gonna watch tv okay? ill get u crackers and ginger ale”

15. When they watch a film what do they choose and why? Who gets the final vote?

hitoshuu: shuu’s gonna say he doesn’t care, but hitori also doesn’t really care so eventually he’ll get shuu to admit that he’d like to watch a nature documentary. especially if it’s marine-themed. hitori likes that too so hey there you go

shuukazu: shuu WILL watch the 76th pokemon movie OR ELSE

16. When the zombie apocalypse comes, how do they cope together?

hitoshuu: both are cutthroat bastards that do anything it takes to keep each other safe. their reliance and trust in each other is probably 99% of what keeps them going.

shuukazu: again shuus gonna do literally anything it takes to keep kazuaki safe, but to be real i dont know if kazuaki is making it out of this one. and if he doesnt then shuus not either.

17. When they find a time machine, where do they go?

shuu’s answer is going to be at various points in prehistory to study organisms that are now long-extinct (side note god thats definitely my answer too). his bf is worried abt the dangers but comes with him to make sure he doesn’t get into trouble.

i think hitori might not have anything specific in mind but going to historical sites in their heydays seems like a good choice.

since kazuaki likes literature he’d probably want to see historical stuff related to that, like seeing shakespeare plays when they first came out and meeting his favorite dead authors to ask them questions.

18. When they fight, how do they make up?

hitoshuu: hitori doesn’t like to dance around that kind of thing, after a little time has passed for them to both think about it then he’ll just be direct and say “hey lets talk about that thing that happened” if he feels he was in the wrong then he’ll then follow that up with an apology. i can see hitori being a little grudgy but then quickly getting tired of it and just wanting things to be resolved. shuu hates talking things out because hes bad at it but he knows its best so he’ll just try to explain how he felt at the time but also what he’s considered since then. even if he’s not good at explaining himself, hitori is good at understanding him anyway so they usually work it out pretty quickly.

shuukazu: they can be messier since kazuaki gets really emotional really quickly and sometimes says things he doesnt mean. theyre both bad at dealing with it afterwards though until after a few awkward days, kazuaki cant take it and is like “waaa i dont want us to be fighting anymore 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺” and shuus like “ok.” because yeah he’ll take the easy way out. they could probably improve their communication tbh

19. Where do they go on their first date?

hitoshuu: they probably decide to do something simple and casual to make it less awkward so they just get coffee. shuu feels like, from what he knows, that he should be expecting hitori to make a move on him. hitori doesnt because he wants to be considerate of shuus comfort level, but shuu takes it as a sign of disinterest. luckily shuu realizes hes wrong about that when hitori quickly invites him on Another date where they take a stroll in the park, and thats when hitori goes in for the tactical hand-hold maneuver.

shuukazu: kind of the opposite of hitoshuu in that they dont really declare it officially as a date. kazuaki just asks shuu if he wants to see a movie with him, not really calling it a date but kind of implying it to be one. shuu probably doesnt care about the movie but thinks this might possibly maybe be a date so he should go. kazuaki then uses it as a chance to Put On The Movies, as awkward as that might be, including the classic “stretch with my arms up and then let one down over your shoulders” move. shuu doesnt really know how to indicate his own interest in response but hopes the fact that hes also not complaining in any way gives a hint. despite it not REALLY being an official date at the time, later on theyll look back on it and decide that yeah that was their first date.

20. Where do they go on holiday?

shuu hates taking time off work, but if he must, then he’ll be content as long as theres something scientifically interesting there like a museum or an aquarium.

hitori doesnt really mind where they go, hes just grateful to get to go on holiday at all, so he’ll let shuu pick. and again, that’s going to be somewhere with a natural history museum, probably a very nice one and they’ll both enjoy it.

kazuaki is similar in that he’s just happy to be there but his ideal holiday destination is probably just…. akihabara. so shuu relents and goes there with him occasionally. kazuaki does like to visit aquariums with shuu though! they do both

21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another?

hitoshuu: the cemetery, at least at first when they arent used to being that vulnerable in front of each other

shuukazu: well shuu sure as shit is nervous about going to anime cons with kazu

22. Where does their first kiss happen?

in both cases, definitely at one of their homes, because shuus too much of a wreck to have a moment like that in a public place.

for shuukazu, i picture it that theyre just hanging out at kazuakis place and relaxing, and they end up cuddling a lot, and kazuaki kisses him kind of impulsively. hes then very apologetic about it before shuu manages to assure him that its fine.

hitoshuu, maybe hitori walks shuu home after a date and goes for the classic end of date goodbye kiss, but just on the cheek. then when once again hitori has walked shuu home, shuu wonders if he should expect a real kiss this time, but hitori goes for the cheek again. shuus disappointed and grabs hitoris sleeve before he turns away because he doesnt know how to say he wants more. but hitori takes the hint and kisses him for real this time.

23. Where is their favorite place to be together?

in both cases it’s at home, because shuu finds it much easier to be intimate when they’re in privacy. i think all three of them really appreciate just getting to relax together.

24. Where do they first have sex?

what did i say about this being a christian blog

25. Why do they fight?

usually its because shuu said something a little too tactless. hes not so clueless that he’ll say something really obviously offensive, but sometimes he really doesn’t know what’s too much. but his bf is hopefully understanding of this and corrects him Still Firmly but still with some “but i know you didnt mean it like that, we’re okay” way, because chances are he really didnt.

for hitoshuu specifically, hitori has to be on shuu about eating properly and can sometimes get kind of annoyed about it. shuus kneejerk reaction is to then be offended because hes an adult who can take care of himself. but they calm down and make up when shuu remembers that hitori just worries for him, and hitori remembers that shuu doesnt not eat just to spite him.

for shuukazu, i can see kazuaki’s lack of responsibility and aloofness start to get on shuu’s nerves, and when he brings it up kazuaki thinks he’s just being mean. again, similarly to hitoshuu, they get over it when kazuaki reminds himself that shuu wants him to be able to take care of himself, and shuu reminds himself as well that he can be too abrasive and should work on it.

26. Why do they need to have a serious chat?

hitoshuu: they dont have to right away but over time it would be good for them to be honest abt their respective traumas and the shit theyre dealing with instead of hiding it

shuukazu: similar, shuu should probably get around to being more open abt his shit. they might also want to have a talk abt what a serious relationship is gonna look like for them

27. Why do their friends get annoyed with them?

hitoshuu: i answered this already! but again, its bc theyre so ~responsible~

shuukazu: ppl either see kazuaki being super clingy and think “man hes so overbearing, his poor partner 😒” or see shuu being emotionless and think “man theyre so cold, their poor boyfriend 😒” actually they gotta mind their own damn business

28. Why do they get jealous?

hitoshuu: i feel like hitori actually gets hit on a pretty decent amount. shuu is never happy about it, but the death glares he starts sending usually scare the person off anyway

shuukazu: both of them think the other is too good for them so if anyone looks at them with even a little too much interest the other is immediately like “well i guess this is it”

29. Why do they fall a little bit more in love?

hitoshuu: little moments shuu loves is when hitori asks him how he is, how he slept. when he makes him dinner. hitori loves when shuu looks deep in thought, tucks his hair behind his ear, and he definitely likes to see him get along with nageki, which he does.

shuukazu: shuu loves when kazuakis eyes light up with excitement when he sees something he likes, especially when shuu realizes that hes one of those things too. he also loves kazuakis really nice hugs, especially when shuu just woke up from a nightmare. kazuaki loves how shuu listens to him intently, and asks questions about the things hes interested in, and sometimes rests his hand on him when hes getting tired.

30. Why does it work (or not work) between them?

hitoshuu: both are important figures in each other’s lives, obv shuu helped nageki but also hitori is probably the first person to get even a little close to shuu after ryuuji died. theyre both just pockets of trauma but are doing their best so it would be good for them to support each other and try to heal. theyre both pretty dependable so when the going gets tough they’re each other’s rocks

shuukazu: theyre definitely the “it will never work” couple that ends up working anyway. shuu might think kazuaki is annoying at first but if ryuuji is any indication shuu definitely seems to gravitate towards people who are more chill and even a little silly, and when shuu realizes that kazuaki isnt as dumb as he makes himself seem that helps a lot. for kazuaki shuu definitely has a ~mysterious~ aspect that draws him in initially but when it wears off as he learns more about shuu, instead of the magic being gone he just starts finding him more relatable and endearing so their relationship actually improves.

[lavellane]

A-Z HEADCANONS // DUNCAN THEIRIN

i was tagged by @nordxz thanks so much tash !! i'm gonna answer this for duncan, my babey and the next gen son of alistair and ella cousland 😊😚😘

i snappped while answering these and accidentally wrote 6 pages and almost 4k words so uh. loooooong infodump ahead.

Alignment: What would be their D&D alignment? How might it come into play?

duncan very easily falls into the lawful neutral category, like i dont rly need to give his alignment too much thought unlike with some of my other ocs. duncan is.....hmm. hes a very KIND person, generous and selfless, and tries his best to make people happy, but i wouldn’t necessarily say he's good, considering a lot his issues lie with his inability to act, or stand up to others. he’s guilty of very blindly following the law, or other people's ideas of what's right, and he doesn't really feel confident enough to rely on his own conscience for most things. so i'd say while he tries to do the right thing and act within the law, sometimes he goes against his own values out of fear or confusion or, simply out of ignorance, since he was born into a life of privilege and can't always distinguish what's right and what’s believed ykno

Beverage: What do they most like to drink, and why?

duncan shares a weird trait with both his brother and sister where they all just inexplicably ?? don't like alcohol at all. so stuff like wine and liquors is off the table. he absolutely LOVES tea though. u know that one scene in scott pilgrim where the gal is going thru her list of like 72 teas? thats him 100%. it's his lifeblood at this point, he has SO much of it and a perk of being the heir to a monarchy means he's got a lot of foreign merchant acquaintances, so he tends to order in different blends from all over. he's a chronic insomniac, and he uses it as a crutch to get through the days some times. modern!duncan still loves tea but obviously has a stronger love for coffee, since its far more effective!

Co-Habitat: Do they live with anyone? What’s “need to know” before moving in?

duncan currently lives in the residential dorms of the college of enchanters, while he's sort of aimlessly studying a bunch of subjects he's already mostly adept at. firstly, duncan is VERY sick lol, he was conceived while ella and alistair still hadn't found the cure for the joining, and essentially he inherited both of their darkspawn taint so 🙂🙂🙂 thats always a good time. so anyone who lives with him needs to prepare for 1) him being sick obviously,, throwing up, coughing up blood, looking like a corpse virtually 23 hours of the day lol. and obviously the fear that one day he might actually die. but also 2) he suffers from grey warden nightmares for the same reasons, hence the insomnia. he can go a concerning number of days without sleeping and usually only takes strategic cat naps when he needs to, but obviously he has his limits. it's very rare that he goes a full night without waking up in a cold sweat due to nightmares so. we stan one depressed king ! oh he also is Incapable of locking the door to his apartment. he always forgets and hes too tired to care about people stealing his stuff fkdkdjdjd he would probably make more of an effort if he had someone living with him, but old habits die hard so !!!!!!

Decor: What kind of home do they keep? Are there any defining details?

honestly , duncan's house is very devoid of clutter or personal items in general, which is sad. he definitely would have a lot of decor if he could, but since his current housing is only temporary while he's in orlais, he doesn't really want to get... comfortable ykno. other than that, duncan's home is always kept impeccably neat and clean, for two reasons. firstly, growing up in denerim's palace really engrained into his head the importance of keeping up appearances, so its sort of a subconscious ritual of his at this point. but i think more importantly its because of all the nights when he cant sleep, so during the night with nothing to keep him from dwelling on his thoughts or nightmares, he really needs the distraction, and cleaning gives him something to do. duncan really needs to feel like he's doing something, like he's managing, like he's able to achieve something so cleaning is just one little way of taking ownership of his life.

Escape: What do they do to de-stress? How successful is it?

nsfw warning but uhhh..... he has a LOT of sex basically dkdkdksk u wouldn’t know it by looking at him tho ! bc hes very polite and nervous and kinda shy?? but hes also charming and obviously attractive so he doesnt really lack for interested parties. mainly he just sticks to one night stands, with no strings attached, and it helps him take his mind off things when hes exhausted or its late at night and hes afraid to go to sleep. otherwise he also has had some friends with benefits but usually his personal life is too complicated for a serious relationship. aside from that, he also reads a LOT, writes too – when he has the time/energy – and obviously cuddling sessions with his cat, moira dkdkdk

Fluff: What hits their soft spot? Does anything turn them into emotional goo?

so ik above i said that duncan doesnt do serious relationships but thats,, not through any will of his own. he LOVES love and is a complete hopeless romantic , but unfortunately for a number of reasons he's just very unlucky at love ! 😔 so having an emotional, intimate connection with someone that isnt just sex is super healing for him, since he's not used to it at all. being with nadaia is such a positive thing for him, just knowing that his feelings are reciprocated and that he's valued and wanted.

Grudge: How bad does an insult go over? Do they hold a grudge long?

i think it depends on who its directed at !! duncan usually ignores any insults directed at him because he's grown up being so scrutinized by the public and for the most part, fereldens are very weary of him so he hears A LOT. most of criticisms about him he just.. automatically accepts as fact and really buys into them, bc he has such low self esteem. but as for other people, and ESPECIALLY loved ones thats a very different story!! he's not exactly the type to start throwing punches if anyone says a bad word against someone he cares about, but he WILL personally see to it in his own sneaky way that they get whats coming to them dkdkkdjd usually he'll either find a way to expose their dirty laundry, embarrass them in public, prevent a promotion, something like that lol. this goes double if the insult is directed at nadaia or his family.

Hobby: What’s something they do for fun that might be surprising?

ive already mentioned that he's an avid reader and he likes to write occasionally, but he's also a talented musician! He can play harp and lute, and has a beautiful singing voice ! tho he never EVER sings in public and u have to be like,, a ride or die for him to even consider singing in front of u.

Insomnia: What’s their sleeping schedule like? Snorer? Sound sleeper?

well like i said he's an insomniac so sleep rly is a vague, barely recognised concept to him at the point dksksksk he also experiences sleep paralysis during especially bad nightmares, honestly he rly hit the misery jackpot and i feel so bad like hes indisputably my most tormented oc 🙃🙃🙃 so yea hehe doesnt really thrash around during nightmares but he sweats A LOT and sometimes talks in his sleep. during sleep paraylsis obviouslyy he goes COMPLETELY rigid and still which is terrifying for everyone involved lol. on the rare occasion that he is able to sleep he is out like a light lol he would sleep for 17 hours if he could. in saying that because he is also a Strategic Napper he is usually comfortable falling asleep ANYWHERE, because hes so tired comfort really isnt a concern lol.

Jaded: Do they buy into the “happily ever after” ideal? What’s their standard?

no he doesn't unfortunately 😔 or at least i should say he doesn't believe in it for himself - he's pretty convinced that he won't live til 30 and he's existing on borrowed time as it is, so he hasn't really put a lot of thought into his own happiness or the pursuit of his own goals because he doesn't believe he'll be around to see them realized

Kin: What’s their role among their relations? Do they consider others family?

duncan is the firstborn son of king!alistair and ella cousland, my canon warden. he's also the eldest brother to roslyn and bryce theirin. he's also, obviously , the half brother of keiran, tho none of the theirin kids are aware of that oof. his role, officially, is to become king when his parents eventually pass. its NOT something he wants, due to being so sick and unsure of himself. despite what his parents tell him, he doesnt believe he will make a good king and is really terrified of the notion in general, i guess a little like alistair was in dao. duncan kinda,,, avoids his duties, to the point where he literally LEAVES to live and study in orlais. he still does what he needs to do, keeps in correspondence with people he needs to, but its all bare minimum stuff because hes just. so afraid of it lol. he has a mostly good relationship with his family, despite that – theres some resentment between him and his sister, rose, but thats a whole entire story we dont have time for dkdkskdk

Law: What do they think about abiding rules? Are they selective about it?

like i said before he's pretty adherent to the rules and laws of society tho i do see that as more of a flaw than anything. he doesnt really feel comfortable stepping outside the norm and tends to accept that other people know best ! even if he disagrees he's usually too unsure of himself to speak up. that does change quite a bit once he and nadaia grow closer, since SHE is big on bending ridiculous or unjust rules, but he's always gonna be a bit of a follower i think 😒

Magic: In a magic series or not, are they accepting, or is each instance a shock?

he's accepting!! he's a mage so it would be wild of him if he didnt lmao. during his childhood/adolesence he was kinda harsh on himself and had a lot of internalized guilt for being a mage, bc this was obviously still fresh after the mage rebellions. he resented his own abilities and just wanted to be normal, but that was also him projecting a lot of his other problems as well. he had amazing teachers who helped him come to terms with his abilities, and the best of all was my inquisitor, ashara, who is kind of like a very distant, scary aunt who always had a soft spot for him. she helped him – and alistair and ella – RIGHT after they discovered he was a mage, and she was really the biggest role model in his life when it came to magic. duncan has always looked up to her skill and control and confidence, and tried very hard to match that.

Network: Are they connected to the people? How much do they reach out to others?

duncan has an ARMY of acquaintances and connections due to his family, but doesn't really have a lot of people he considers his close friends. he's super friendly and he gets along with most people, but like ive said before serious relationships including friendships are always a bit complicated for him bc of who he is as a person lol. as for reaching out, he's a very independent, introverted person and so he tends not to seek out other people unless he's close to them or has no other choice. he's very self conscious about being a burden on people or being to “needy" so he holds himself back and sometimes comes across as a little cold.

Offspring: What kind of parent would they be? Would they prefer one, or multiple?

he.... probably can't physically have kids unfortunately due to his condition, and as a result he's never really wanted to think too much about it, or imagine a scenario that he believes he cant have. but if it WERE a possibility, or if he felt stable in his own life enough to adopt, he'd probably be comfortable with just one child to completely spoil. he would be such a good father, albiet maybe not the coolest dad ddkdkdks i think nadaia would be the one who got up to the crazy shenanigans and let her child get away with everything, and duncan would be more of the nurturing, responsible one. he'd be a MASTER at telling bedtime stories, would kick ass at homework assistance, and would sing his kid to sleep every single night (until they got too old for it obviously). ooooo im so IMMENSELY emo abt this au now that i think about it

Pistol: Is this character skilled with a weapon? What’s their opinion of violence?

duncan is a very non-violent person, but he does believe that sometimes violence is necessary and will BE violent if he needs to – only in self defence scenarios though. he's an adept mage, and very skilled with a staff, but he isn't a fighter, really – more of a defensive, protective figure.

Question: How often do they feel doubt? What topics are they defensive about?

oh the doubt is constant with him 🙃🙃 he has a lot of deep routed dread about his own morality and whether or not he's a good person or if the maker will accept him when he dies. he's andrastian but TERRIFIED of the notion that its all actually real, bc then he doesnt know where that leaves him. he has this weird existential dichotomy where he doesnt know if hes closer resembling a grey warden or a darkspawn bc of his tainted blood. he also doubts his abilities and his magic bc he's afraid that the taint just,, makes him inherently a corrupted thing. he doubts himself on a more basic level with like, being a good brother, a good son, a good king when the time comes. he wants to be a good student and partner but sometimes his health makes him feel like he cant, and it weighs on him so heavily, almost all the time. basically he needs a hug so badly its not funny 😔😔😔

Reminder: How are they at remembering daily needs? What falls through the cracks?

uhh its very selective !!! for the most part he's very good at taking care of himself, mostly because he NEEDS to otherwise his health gets out of control, but sometimes he tends to prioritize one set of needs above another,, which usually means not sleeping (the most common), forgetting to eat, not letting his loved ones know when he's having a poor health day which usually results in him getting really sick and nobody is around to help him. he also forgets to do certain things like lock up his house, buy foodstuffs, reply to peoples letters n stuff like that.

Sing: Do they like music? Do they listen often/sing/hum/play songs in their head?

yes and yes !! duncan loves music altho its a very personal and private thing for him. he's pretty naturally gifted with music and gets it from ella, who taught him a lot of what he knows. he has a gorgeous singing voice (i kinda hc something similar to dan smith’s vocals from bastille!) that he rarely uses bc he only ever sings when he's alone or if he's forced to by a nosy loved one or something lol

Touch: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big?

duncan doesn't mind being touched !!! in fact in most situations he welcomes it, as long as its like,,, appropriate and not some random stranger obviously. he grew up with ella and alistair who obviously are VERY affectionate people so he loves giving and receiving hugs from friends and he doesnt flinch or feel weird about just? random natural touches or anything. his ~love language~ is also physical touch so he LIVES for cuddling with nadaia and holding hands and anything like that. however !!! his little sister rose HATES being touched by virtually anybody and in any capacity, so he's very aware that not everybody is okay with touch, and is always careful and considerate of other peoples boundaries. he usually waits for the other person to make the first move, or simply asks them first !

Upcoming: How much do they think of the future? Do they make long-term plans?

he doesn't at all 😔 i mentioned this before but he doesn't see himself living very long, and its really impacted his outlook on life. he is afraid to commit to a lot of things, even if its something he really, truly wants, because he doesn't want to get his hopes up for things. it also keeps him from forging positive relationships. a lot of it has to do with him just being overly polite, but he refuses to make the first move with anything, or communicate what HE wants out of something. for example, his relationship with nadaia could have progressed so much faster if he had just,,, told her what he wanted. she had to make a lot of the first moves in the relationship because he just,, doesnt know how to take chances i guess !!! we love a Deeply Flawed king

Vice: What bad habits do they have? Is there something they would be ashamed of?

Some harmless ones are ; him talking to his cat constantly dkdskd also he has very poor time management skills so he's almost always a few minutes late, forgetting to lock his stuff up, and slouching, probably !!! some more serious ones would be like,, having sex with strangers as a coping mechanism lol, not speaking his mind and instead just letting himself be a doormat, also INTENSE avoidance of his problems (moving away to orlais for 9 years to avoid his fear of being king for example 🙃) tho i guess they fall under the same category oof.

Wardrobe: What’s their fashion style? Do they have any staple pieces?

duncan dresses nice, for the most part !!! again, it's mostly to do with growing up in court and having to keep up appearances, but also hes just. a nice bisexual boy who wants to take care of himself ykno, and that includes hygiene/clothing/grooming etc ! he's maybe a bit TOO reserved tho, he mostly wears dark colours like blacks, greys and brows, but hes been known to wears reds/blues/whites as well, and there’s a lot of subtle yet beautiful details on his more formal attire that might go unnoticed by a casual eye. a lot of his clothes are specifically tailored but he's also fond of big oversized sweaters for when hes just hanging out ! he's got a not great relationship with his body lol so he usually dresses very conservatively, with long sleeves and pants and usually more than one layer, but hes also a thot so !!! pants be TIGHT dksksksks

X-Ray: How’s their health? Any problem areas? Do they take care of themselves?

Djdjdksksndjddjkekdidksjs OKAY WELL if u have read this far than obviously u kno the answer to this question. if ur just skimming tho first of all ur valid ! second of all duncan is VERY sick. he was conceived when ella and alistair where still searching for the joining cur, so basically he inherited the darkspawn taint x 2 and nearly died a bunch of times as a baby/young child. obviously idk how the cure storyline is gonna resolve but my hc is that bc the darkspawn taint is something he was BORN with, not just something that happened to him via ritual, his body is much more impacted by it so even if they are able to find a cure, it wouldnt work THAT well and his health would still suffer bc of the prolonged damage. so physically, he deals with a LOT – intense migraines, insomnia, nausea, fatigue, problems with breathing and fevers and stuff. obviously mentally hes.... not doing great either, tho he’s trying his best. sometimes his insomnia gets so bad he starts hallucinating visions from his darkspawn nightmares, and sometimes he just feel paranoid in general that he's actually an Evil Darkspawn and hes just somehow managed to convince everyone hes a normal person – sort of a weird blend of imposter syndrome and body dysmorphia its. complicated. anyway he has very low self esteem and tends to think hes a huge inconvenience to everybody, and when he was a teenager he went thru a period where he was very suicidal, and ANGRY and afraid 😔 he’s doing better though, now that he has learnt how to manage most of his symptoms and he's not suffering in denerim court. nadaia is also a huge help, though he tries not to become too heavily reliant on her, since he's had bad experiences with depending too much on other people.

Yack: What’s their favorite thing to talk about? What do they go on about?

skskdkdk im already crying hehe 🙂 duncan is so introverted and self conscious of being “Too Much" for other people so he tends to keep his thoughts/interests to himself and stick w just. boring small tall or non invasive questions relating to the other person. BUT if u show an interest and he trusts u then oh boy. hes an absolute dork. he loves talking about magic and having really intense conversations abt the technical sides of it (he and dorian would get along SO well) but he also loves history !!!! before he began studying at the college of enchanters he received multiple ??? qualifications?? (idk if thats the right term but u kno) from the university of orlais, one of them being orlesian and ferelden history. also anything to do with the grey wardens, the blights and darkspawn for personal reasons obviously. He's a VERY good storyteller so he somehow finds a way to make even the dryest topics seem very compelling and Cool – varric would be proud !! he finds the orlesian Great Game fascinating, and he enjoys sharing wild anecdotes about the things he's seen asshole nobles get up to. thats always thrilling skdksksk ALSO. He has a secret interest in necromancy and the mortalitasi (its only a secret bc hes the heir and that wouldnt look ... great lol ) but he only ever really talks about that with nadaia, who finds that stuff almost as interesting as he does. also, finally, he loves talking about nadaia 😊😊😊😊 hes the type of guy who will always namedrop “my girlfriend" into any conversation, loves telling people about her accomplishments and how Cool she is ..... he loves her a Lot is what im getting at sksksks

Zodiac: What’s their astro sign? Does it fit? What would you pick, if it’s unknown?

duncan is a pisces babey like his mother !!! tho he could also be a virgo but,,, i think for now pisces works better for him. he's very smart and introspective and creative, but he has some issues with critical thoughts, avoidance and melancholy like ive mentioned. also pisces is a water element so i guess that makes even more sense, since hes an ice mage 👌👌👌

okay !!! im done !!! i cant believe i wrote all that but i guess if u didnt know abt duncan before, u absolutely do now dksksks im so sorry to anyone who actually read thru all of this, u really are braver than the troops

[pinksvnt]

pairing: reader x vernon

genre: fluff

word count: 2,099

sypnosis: both you and Vernon are idols and hes struggling with his own jealousy that he thinks isnt justified.

    Vernon watched every step you’d make, cheering you on silently and loving every moment the camera would focus on only you. It wasn't often when your respective groups would promote at the same times but whenever they did he always made an effort to see as much as your performance as possible. You brought so much joy into his life and he couldn't quite understand why but when you two first met as a group to awkwardly exchange albums he caught himself fixed on only you. A few months later you two are now here, happily dating and still a bit awkward around each other but that was just your two personalities clashing together to form one huge mess.

    “Vernonie you can look away from the screen for second and she will still be there you know?” Seungkwan teased him by nudging him to the side and watching y/n just as he was. “Ah, still can’t believe she’s so pretty but just as awkward as you…” Vernon could not even fight that statement as it was the truth, but he didn't mind, at the end of the day he was just happy you two were together.

    “Speaking about crazy things to believe, why haven't you two gone public yet. Or at least snuck out for date late at night because video calls and very short lived conversations here don't seem too fun for a young couple? Maybe even just a car date, i'll drive it'll be like I’m driving my son and his girlfriend to the movies! What do you say Vernon?” Seungcheol wrapped his arm around his shoulder, giving him a gummy smile that quickly went away when Vernon quickly turned down the odd offer.

    “We’re fine Seungcheol, if anything I need some help getting over other things” Maybe he shouldn't be thinking of these sort of things just before a performance, he could end up fumbling on stage and making himself look bad, but also if he didnt at least say what was bothering him then he could have the same outcome. “I think I’m jealous” Not only was the interest of just Seungcheol peaked but so was every one of his members which made embarrassment set in.

    “What exactly are you Jealous of?” Joshua came up from what seemed like out of nowhere to join the conversation.

    “I don’t know, other guys I guess” He heard one his members snort and now he was just starting to feel stupid, like these feelings. “Maybe we should just dro-”

    “He’s right, let’s drop the conversation and bring it back up at the dorm but right now we have to perform, clear your head, it’ll be fine” Minghao patted him on the shoulder as they all started making their way to stage. On their way there, Vernon was lucky enough to pass by y/n.

    “You did great out there y/n” He sort of whispered to you as your members started giggling and whispering amongst each other while they watched your quick exchange.

    “You’ll do great yourself!” You threw him two thumbs up and he immediately felt a tad bit better, he needed some support from you to clear his head long enough to make it through the performance.

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    “I can’t believe I was the one who fumbled” Soonyoung was groaning and pouting all over the waiting room over his little mess up, which wasn't even truly his fault.

    “Your shoelace got untied, let it go. It wasn't even a big slip anyway, and plus we were practically done with the set. Don’t be so dramatic” Seungcheol was doing his best to help soonyoung get over his little slip up while it seems everyone had forgotten about Vernon talking about being jealous. Which he was okay with honestly. It was going to save him from saying anything dumb. Joshua plopped down beside him, handing him a bottle of water, Vernon ended up chugging it not even truly realizing before how thirsty he was.

    “It’s normal to be jealous yanno?” To his own dismay, it seemed like Joshua was the only one who didn't forget about their conversation earlier. “Your girlfriend is pretty, guys like pretty girls, she's an idol, she’s gonna get male attention no matter what. Of course you’ll be sitting here feeling jealous when there's tons of guys eyeing her and screaming her name. They wanna be with her too yanno. And I'm not saying this to make you self conscious or anything but its the truth” Joshua just looked at him, what he said really didn't make him feel all to better about anything. So Vernon was just at a lost as to why he felt the need to tell him such a thing. “Girls scream your name, girls want to be with you, a lot of our fans are really pretty you can't deny it, so it's safe to assume she's jealous too. Why wouldn't you two be? It’s normal Vernon, just talk it out with her. She’ll get it and you’ll feel better talking about it with her” Okay, now he understood, it was probably a bit selfish of him to only have thought of his own feelings and not even considered the idea that you two could be feeling jealous of the girls you're around and the girls that call out your name.

    “Thanks Josh, I’ll talk to her when we get back to the dorms” He and Joshua ended up knuckle punching each other and chuckling a bit best bros lol  before turning towards Seungkwan and Seokmin who were playing a game in front of everyone.

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    Vernon had been thinking about what Joshua had told him since they left the venue and now his mind was trying to come up with different ways in which he could bring up his own jealousy with you. Truth be told the only reason you two ended up dating was because you were friends with Seungkwan first and you confessed you had feelings for Vernon, which ultimately lead to Seungkwan setting you two up because in his own words they both are ‘too dense to even realize they're hungry’.

    It had been a few hours since they got back to their dorms and Vernon was completely settled by this time, so he figured this was a good time to call you up and try to get himself to talk about how he's feeling.

    Going through his contacts he got a bit distracted by the image you had set as your image. It was his favorite photo, it was cute but not in the typical way, your face was covered in frosting and you had a huge smile on your face. The day he took that photo was on your birthday, you tripped while trying to get into your seat and face palmed into the cake he brought you. It was really unforgettable. Anyway, he got himself to finally press the call button and he was going to do his best to not avoid the conversation he wants to have with you.

    “Hello?” you had whispered into your phone which left him a bit confused.

“Hey y/n, i just wanted to talk to you about som-”

    “I’m sorry Vernon but is it important? I have to meet with someone and I can’t be late. Could we talk about this later possibly?” Maybe he should have texted you first to make sure you even available, he felt a little stupid honestly. Was this important? Who were you even going to meet at night?

“Oh, uh yeah, it can wait, call or text me when you can…” Vernon ended up bringing the phone away from his face without even hearing your answer and when he heard the dial tone playing, signalling that you had hung up he groaned loudly. You told him everything and now he felt like he was turning into a pile of goop. Who were you going to meet? And why were they so important for you to meet? If it had been your ceo that you were going to see, you would've told him right away, that's what you always did. It seemed like the effect of what Joshua told him earlier had faded. Until Vernon heard from you he was going to remain a fumbling mess.

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    Vernon was startled awake by his ringtone, he took a glimpse at the time reading 3am and your name under he felt instantly worried him so he took no second longer to answer your call.

    “y/n what's wrong” he sounded terrible groggy, he was embarrassed but he didn't really have the energy to focus on that right now.

    “Nothing is wrong silly…. I just want to hear your voice” He was always just a bit confused when he was fully awake but having just been woken up, Vernon was struggling really hard to form a sentence.

    “Im awake” He heard you faintly giggling before someone in the background went about shushing you.

    “I'm sorry for waking you, maybe we should head to bed, Goodnight Vernon” And that was that, you hung up on him yet again, he would've stayed awake longer but the bed was pulling him back forcefully to fall asleep.

    When he finally did wake up in the morning he almost convinced himself that it was simply a dream so he thought nothing of it. Then after finally taking a quick glimpse at his call history a bit more anxiety awoke inside of him. Last night was weird, you weren't one to ever turn him away or hang up calls, and with his prior issue of jealousy he could barely manage to think straight. So he just lied there staring at his ceiling, trying to convince himself that his jealousy wasn't important enough to bring up to you. He stayed like that for a few hours arguing back and forth with himself trying to figure things out, but just the sheer thought of you possibly liking someone else felt like a punch in the gut. He had to call you and this time he was not going to let you hang up. Reaching for his phone and calling you up he took a deep breath and was pleasantly surprised when you answered basically right away.

“Vernon! good mor- well more like afternoon, you must've been tired huh?” Even through just the tone of your voice he could tell you were smiling widely.

“Y-yeah, well no, I've been awake for a few hours actually” He didn't really think about how he should ease into the conversation, and even though this was all he had running through his mind he didn't want to over think his words.

“Oh well, you should've called me earlier I would've sent you some breakfast that we made over at my dorm”

“You could still se- wait no y/n I'm calling you because we need to talk. Talk about us?”

“Oh-” you paused “uhm what specifically” he now could very easily tell the difference in the way you spoke and now he was feeling more nervous than before.

“I- I'm jealous y/n. I think I'm jealous of the fact that maybe some of your fans see you in person more than I do. Even though it sounds kinda du-”

“No! Vernon, it's not dumb. I'm really glad you brought it up because I thought I was insane for feeling the same way. You know, all these pretty girls will talk to you and get to see you often but the most we get is a video call on good days” Vernon's own worries are now slowly slipping away from him and he couldn't help but sigh I'm relief to your response.

“....wow, I am- relieved” he face palmed himself and grunted just before sinking into his bed and wanting to punch himself for not getting this out sooner.

“I think we're both just, doofs…. Cause I would never want to be with anyone but you” y/n practically whispered the second half of that sentence into the phone and it was the reassurance Vernon needed. On one hand, he always knew you were happy with him and wouldn't leave him for another, but jealousy really gets to a person.

“I'm happy with you, y/n. We can make this work for as long as you want me by your side” His own face was burning up, why did he say something so dramatic and embarrassing. But it was true, as long as you would continue to want Vernon in your life, he'd stay right by your side.

[ohailyn]

❝ Half of me, for growth; the other, for decay. ❞ ANTOINETTE ROBERTSON? No, that’s actually AILYN WILKES. A SEVENTH YEAR student, this SLYTHERIN student is sided with THE NEUTRALS. SHE/HER identifies as A CIS WOMAN and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be INDIFFERENT, HAUGHTY, and SECRETIVE but also ADAPTABLE, INTELLECTUAL, and AMBITIOUS.

LINKS: stats, pinboard, character tag. CHARACTER PARALLELS: elle woods (legally blonde), cersei lannister (asoiaf), michaela pratt (how to get away with murder), sun bak (sense8) HELLO this is my babe ailyn, a pink mess of iconicness and confusing morals!!! just a heads up that this intro will contain mentions of abuse (spousal and child) and alcoholism

history

ailyn’s youth was filled with lies. her parents were skilled liars, pretenders, people who bended the truth because the truth was something nasty. her father said his business was booming, while unpaid bills kept piling up, and he kept reassuring them with alcohol on his breath and an unshaved face, that nothing was wrong, that he was fixing it all. when ailyn turned ten, he had gone bankrupt and visited the pub every day, rather than his job, and when his mother kissed him on the cheek every morning and told her kids that she loved him, she was lying, too. she smelled of others when she came home, and she was having not one, but two affairs.

and so ailyn learned that truth is a relative thing, something to bend to your own will. she learned it from her parents and continued it when she went to hogwarts, where she spoke of her father’s wonderful business and her parents happy marriage as if it was nothing but truth. she learned off their secrets before she left (and they weren’t that hard to figure out, in all truth, if you looked well — all it took was following her dad to work one day and bursting in her mother’s bedroom out of nowhere) and kept them, but added in some aspects of her own. lies became ailyn’s language at hogwarts, and she fed them to those around her with smiles.

besides, her family was doing a good fucking job at keeping the truth quiet: her maternal grandparents supplied enough money for them to continue living in their home, to afford the bare necessities, to make sure that ailyn and her brother would not show up at hogwarts looking like the poor kids they were without their grandparents. gotta love that classicism! :)

born into a family with a history of supporting voldemort, ailyn was raised with purist beliefs. her paternal grandfather died in the crossfire of the first wizarding war and his legacy runs through the veins of her father. her father, who committed purist crimes in order to steal money or things of worth, even after voldemort’s end, her father, who told her how his father was supposed to still be alive and ream the rewards of his hard work, who clung to purist ideals so desperately, that it seemed to be the only thing to keep him afloat. she believed them, for a long time, as they gave her a chance to put herself on a pedestal, and she craved that, when she was younger.

she has shed them at this point, though she doesn’t bother to speak out against it. it’s just that she’s not a very good witch – she’s smart, don’t get me wrong, incredibly intelligent, but simply not good at waving wands and muttering spells – which has put things in perspective a little. being into history and being a realist in her core has also made ailyn look at the topic of blood purity more seriously, and once she was able to think more critically and was no longer constantly surrounded by her parents, she understood how stupid purism is. it’s just illogical, based on #fakefacts and a wish to be better for no other reason than a surname ( i literally talk about this again later on so LMAO )

her younger brother does however stick with blood purity, looks up to his father, is disillusioned and blind and excited and a child, still, but a cruel one in the making. ailyn fears for him. worries about him. tries to guide him but sees no effects.

anyway, her father joined the death eaters, despite him being a bit of an … embarrassment. he used his power as a death eater to steal money and get some of that money that they’d lost because of him, not bettering his reputation among other death eaters, but regaining some of his pride as he relied less on his parents in law for money. ( though, in honesty, most of the money he stole was blown on alcohol, new suits and gambling )

[ abuse, alcoholism tw ailyn’s dad was furious at his wife, at the world, at himself. he hated that he relied on his parents-in-law for money, hated that it was his fault, hated that his wife was fucking everyone but him. he drank too much, lashed out at his wife when intoxicated, both verbally and physically. his anger turned to his kids at times, too, but was mostly aimed at his wife. ailyn despises him. deeply. end of tw’s ]

going to hogwarts was good. ailyn got to get away from home, and surround herself with others, with people who came from different places, who weren’t stuck in purist beliefs. ailyn was sorted into slytherin, for her cunning and ambition. a booksmart kid, she found herself more interested in the library and all it offered than what her classes tried to teach her. besides, ailyn found out pretty soon that she was rather bad at practical magic; she was soon behind in charms, transfiguration and DADA. she wondered if something was wrong with her wand, for a moment, wondered what was causing her to perform so poorly.

it was during these realisations, during her time away from home, that she started to step away from the purist idealisation she’d been raised with. she’d never subscribed to them much, to start with, but she hadn’t distanced herself from them, either. being away from home, surrounding herself with muggleborns, halfbloods and ‘blood traitors’, as well as her whole journey with … being rather shit at magic made her realise how fucking stupid it was

doesn’t fully share her feelings at all times, though, out of self preservation. besides, she’s not out here to fight for muggleborn rights either — she thinks the war is bullshit, frankly, but she’s also self serving as fuck, and will not do anything to endanger herself. she’s very true neutral, in that sense? can fairly judge situations, but is good at sitting back even if she disapproves. will start debates on blood purity, but isnt about to fight a war over it, on either side.

history soon became her favourite subject. ailyn found herself staying up late in the common room, learning about muggle history, but also delving into obscure parts of magical history, wanting to know more more more about the ways humans changed the course of the world, how cruel and kind people could be all at once. she’s very intrigued by what drives people, which is ironic, as not much drives ailyn morally LMAO.

this is where her ambition lies, where her strengths lie. ailyn wants to work under a historian, learn about how to write about history – because it’s happening all around her – how to interpret it, how to connect the dots. she’d love to intern under bathilda bagshot, or someone similar. she’s such a NERD.

her relationship with her family has become strained. ailyn hates her father, and despises her mother. her brother is a different story — there’s more love there, i suppose, a healthy relationship, but they disagree on many things. he wants to join the ranks of the death eaters once he’s old enough, whereas she’s been lucky enough not to be considered due to her lack of skill (in the eyes of both her father and the death eaters in general) and is glad of it.

ailyn is cordial with her family. she doesn’t want to deal with the consequences of turning her back on them but also doesnt want to participate in the large amount of lies that already surround their family. she’s not in the mood to be labeled a blood traitor or anything. she may not believe in purism but she’s not a good person --- she’s indifferent and apathetic and cares about herself and a handful of people, and so she will keep her opinions carefully locked up while making the world her own.

she mostly just wants to graduate, start studying to become a historian and move the fuck away lmao. a new start, with new chances and a whole new world for her to conquer. she’s Tired tm of the death eaters, as theyre just a product of another white man’s idiocy, like so many negative things in the world --- she’s got no energy for it.

personality and tidbits

ailyn is a true neutral, powder pink lipstick lesbian who will drag your ass through the mud while speaking to you sweetly with a :) smile :). she has a mean streak and her nature isnt necessarily malicious but she can be when she chooses to. this streak most often shows itself in front of people that ailyn thinks lesser of/people that annoy her. there’s a lot of those

she’s just ... tired. tired of humanity and all the people around her and the ruckus theyre causing. ailyn just wants people to Chill Out and use their heads in stead of whatever’s motivating them ( their genitals, hearts, stomachs, whatever ). she feels very ... Genius LMAO because she’s such a realist and she thinks she has the world all figured out when, obviously, she doesnt.

ailyn is very sure of herself, incredibly confident --- sometimes too confident ( though she’s of the opinion that girls can never be to confident ) and in turn she can be condescending and haughty. she’s self aware, though, about most things. she knows where her strengths and weaknesses lie and has made peace with it, even knows that she’s arrogant and harsh, but doesn’t care much.

a gamp on her mother’s side and cousin to gemma!

ailyn is hyperfeminine, believes in lethal femininity and the colour pink. very much elle woods in that sense --- she loves fashion and make up and velvet high heels and looking good, but has a ready mind that she’ll apply to reach her goals at any given moment in time. will Not be underestimated because she’s girly. a firm believer in the matriarchy. lover of womanhood. 

she also ... just thinks lowly of men a lot. like --- her dad’s a deadbeat idiot alcoholic broke dude and he Sucks, and then there’s people like grindelwald and voldemort and a long string of ministers, prime ministers and presidents that just proof that men shouldnt be in power to her LMAO. her interest in history is mostly just ailyn sighing at the deeds of men and how they continue to disappoint her.

would love to enter the ministry one day and be a politician, but for now her focus lies on becoming a historian, as that seems like a logical first step. also, the ministry is a mess at the moment that ailyn doesnt want to be a part of LMSFKJHSD.

loyal to first and foremost herself, a true self-serving queen. though, if she is your friend, you do have a loyal person on your side who will be ride or die. will kill for you. will bury a body with you.

absolutely adores mythology especially because most stories prove that men ain’t shit and because there’s iconic characters like medusa and athena and persephone and many more

medusa is ... in general a character that ailyn very much loves and is intrigued by --- a hurt woman, mistreated and abuse because of her gender and nothing more, turned into someone who could protect herself, only to be labeled a monster and murdered ... she’s endlessly angry and intrigued.

captain of the history club!! she loves history sm :( come geek out w her

also a member of the debate club!! while she shies away from speaking on purism, she does have a lot of vocal opinions on sexism/queerphobia/racism/etc and is very knowledgeable on political topics!!!

always tired of everyone and everything

loves rose & vodka. 

[canadiankazz]

The Fifth Time - An L.A. by Night Fanfic

Things have been going very well for a while between Annabelle and Jasper, but it only takes one phone call to throw a wrench into everything.

L.A. By Night Alternative Universe where Jasper has been feeding from Annabelle for several weeks and they have developed a Blood Bond. SPOILERS for the end of Campaign 1 including the one-shots. This was written before Season 2, Episode 3.

It’s worth reading the rest of the series before this part.

The Entire ‘Feeds From’ Master List Can be Found Here

I lay no claim to owning any of the characters involved. Warnings for some mild BDSM in this part.

As always, special thanks to @cravatfiend for the support, feedback and encouragement during the writing of the drafts. Special love to @gokaiyellow for their additional input and for being as patient as they can. Thank you to everyone else who has enjoyed this series so far. When I first wrote this, I thought this part might be the end. It isn’t. I’m currently finishing parts 9, 10 and 11 with ideas for more.

Also posted to the author’s Ao3.

First published Feb. 7, 2019.

The Fifth Time Jasper Fed From Annabelle

“I have an idea I want to float past you,” Annabelle said.

Jasper glanced up at her. Her eyes were almost sparkling with mischief. He quirked his eyebrows at her. “Go on, then. I'm listening.” He was, but his main attention went back to the Jenga tower between them. His hands were very careful and dexterous, but even those most skilled at fine manipulation will find it difficult when a Jenga game goes on for too long and the tower starts to get wobbly.

“I'd like to, um... do something similar to what we did last time...”

Jasper could hear the blush in Annabelle's voice even though it couldn't be seen in her cheeks. He smirked to himself and he gently wriggled a block free. Who would have thought any Nosferatu could make someone blush? Take that, Toreadors.

“And which last time was that?” Jasper teased as he placed the block on top of the tower.

“You know... on the bed... with the neck biting...” Annabelle said, flustered.

“Ah, yes,” he smiled, showing his fangs. “You really enjoyed that one.”

Annabelle made an annoyed, scrunched up face at him. She knew he was teasing her. “Yes. That one. I'd like to do something similar again, but... “

He waited for her to pull out a Jenga block. It was stuck, but she managed it.

“But...?” he prompted.

She put the block on top of the tower. It wobbled, but stayed up. “But I thought you'd maybe like to... um... chase me?”

Jasper looked puzzled, not sure he had heard her correctly. “Excuse me?”

“You could chase me...” she shrugged, embarrassed. “Never mind, it's a stupid idea.”

“No, hold on.” He put a finger up. He didn't like her thinking she was stupid. “So... you'd like me to chase you, and pin you down when I catch you?”

Annabelle's jaw was tight and she found she couldn’t look at him. It sounded so cringy when said out loud. “Yeah...”

“Like, in the street?”

“No, around in here.” She gestured a little to the sanctum around them. They were currently in Jasper's lounge. The Jenga tower was set up on a little table between them.

“You do know that I know these tunnels better than you,” he reminded her.

Annabelle was very aware. She shrugged. “It was just a thought I had. Never mind-”

“No, I want to do it.”

Annabelle looked up at him. “Yeah?”

“I mean... with the safe word and all, but... yeah. It could be fun.” He was grinning again. Annabelle's stomach did a little flip whenever he grinned like that at her.

She swallowed. “I will fight back though, this time. You'll really have to hold me.”

Jasper tilted his head down a little so that his stare and grin took on a Kubrick style. “Sounds good,” he growled.

Annabelle bit her lip. “Okay.”

“And when would you like to... begin this chase?”

“Um...” Annabelle glanced at the Jenga tower. Jasper got the impression she was going to do something a second before she did it. She deliberately pushed the tower over in Jasper's direction and shouted “Now!” She sprang up and bolted out of the room.

Jasper's laugh had a snarl in it. She was adorable. He brushed the Jenga blocks off his lap, in no hurry to begin. This was his home, after all, and he knew there were only so many places she could go. The fun would be over much too quickly if he just sprang up and caught her in the first minute. He stood up, cracked his neck back and forth, then activated Obfuscate and disappeared. His Beast stirred, interested in the proceedings. It had been a long time since there had been a hunt.

Annabelle darted through Jasper's workshop and turned down a passage. She looked behind her, but couldn’t see or hear anything. She tried a door and found it to be locked. Another door opened and she found herself in a library. She paused and looked around. She was so tempted to stop and look through Jasper's books, but she couldn't linger. She thought she heard something behind her and wriggled in behind a shelf. She stayed as still and as quiet as she could. Annabelle realised too late that she hadn't closed the library door and cursed herself. She held her breath for a moment before she remembered she didn't have to breathe. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Did a book shift?

“Better keep running,” came Jasper's sudden hiss in her ear.

Annabelle just about leapt out of her skin. She yelped and sprang up. He was nowhere to be seen. She scurried out of the library, seriously spooked. She thought she could hear him snicker behind her.

Annabelle sprinted down another passage and made several turns. She somehow found herself back in his workshop. She paused for a second and took off her jacket. She flung it towards Jasper's lounge, hoping it might be some kind if distraction, and moved in the opposite direction. This, at least, she knew fairly well by now. This was the direction of the bedroom.

The bedroom, of course, was a dead end. She knew that. He knew that. But she also knew that they were probably going to end up there eventually.

She thought she could hear movement behind her again as she scampered into the bedroom. She got as far away from the door as possible, with the bed between her and it and turned to face her stalker. She couldn’t see him, but she knew he was there. She bared her fangs and hissed in challenge, like she had seen other Kindred do, calling on some ancient Brujah memory in her blood. She heard an answering snarl come out of thin air and her opponent became visible. He was in the room, just in front of the door. Jasper kicked it shut behind him without looking back at it. The door slammed solidly home with a loud bang!

Brujah and Nosferatu stared each other down in the little bedroom, both daring the other one to make a move. Annabelle smirked, betraying the game, and tried to fake Jasper out. She ducked left, then right. Jasper cut the knot and simply jumped over the bed to get to her. He cleared it easily and slammed into her, shoving her against the wall. She landed hard, wrestling with him as he tried to pin her arms down. She used her strength against him and tried to wriggle free. Annabelle aimed a knee at Jasper and it connected. She broke free and made for the door, but he was right on her. Before she could turn the knob, he pinned her to the door and grabbed her wrists. Annabelle twisted and fought, but Jasper held her fast against the solid door. He leaned in and she could feel his mouth on the back of her neck and shoulder. “Keep... still...” he snarled quietly. Gently, without breaking the skin, he scraped his fangs against her neck. It was a warning and a promise.

Annabelle froze. She shivered at the sensation. Slowly, she tested her wrists again, but he was holding them fast. His whole body was pressing her against the closed door, with her facing the wood. She could push him off and away, but not without using some vampiric power.

“Blush for me,” Jasper rasped in her ear. Something familiar in her belly coiled like a spring in anticipation. She did as he asked. Instantly, she began to breathe hard. Her pulse raced. Her skin and blood warmed. She heard a pleased growl rumble fourth from directly behind her. The sound of it made her insides turn to jelly.

Jasper took two steps back away from the door, taking Annabelle with him. He had her arms restrained, crossed over themselves and her chest like a straight jacket, with his cold hands holding tightly to her wrists. She made another effort to struggle free, but he moved with her, countering her twisting motion. He steered her to another wall and pinned her there, away from the door. He leaned in very close and whispered “So far, so good... what colour is the stoplight?”

“Green,” Annabelle grunted as she continued to struggle against him. He was using the wall to help pin her arms, giving him a free hand to help brace himself properly.

“Good.” He used his teeth to move her tank top strap aside and down her arm. She was wearing a thin strap top this night. His Beast was getting very excited, but he was deliberately taking his time. “I thought I told you to keep still.” He nipped her exposed neck and drew a tiny scrape of blood. Annabelle hissed in pain. Jasper growled deep in his throat as the scent and sight of Vitae hit his senses. Annabelle could feel the vibration of it, but said nothing to stop him. She did stop struggling though.

Jasper licked the little wound closed and sniffed his way down her neck. It was then that Annabelle realised that he was teasing himself as much as her. She grinned despite herself.

“Would you like me to bite you?” he asked in a hushed tone.

Annabelle's voice shook a little when she answered. Her body had a vivid memory of the pleasure, the ecstasy that followed the brief pain from his bite, and it was craving it. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Please?”

She could hear him snarl in amusement. “Well, that's a first.”

Annabelle blinked. “What?”

“Someone saying please.”

She felt his muscles tense for a moment, then he suddenly spun her around to face him with her back pressing against the wall. Before she could react, he plunged his fangs into her neck with a hungry snarl. She gasped. He was biting hard, very hard, and the pain was intense.

“Yell..mmm...nnn....” she mumbled, losing her words as the bliss followed and began to roll over her brain and though her body.

To her mild surprise, Jasper pulled back. He had blood on his teeth. He was still holding her against the wall, but his grip relaxed noticeably. His bite mark on her skin oozed Vitae, thick and red, in a line down towards her cleavage. She too was hit by the scent of it now, and it was a powerful scent indeed. Her Vitae was warm with her Blush of Life. Her Beast growled and twitched in her chest, as if confused.

“Mmm?” Annabelle frowned at him. The pleasure was fading. Why had he stopped?

Slowly, deliberately, carefully, Jasper dipped his head to lick at that escaping blood drop before it disappeared into her shirt and bra. “You said 'yellow,'” he murmured. Despite his gentleness, Annabelle could feel that his whole body was under extreme tension, holding back his Beast with both hands on the metaphorical leash.

Annabelle shivered and whimpered at his lick. His tongue was oddly cold against her warmed skin. Her chest heaved up and down as her body reacted to the stimulus. “...'M okay...” she mumbled. “Was just... sharp.”

Jasper chuckled. “Sorry. Got a little... carried away.”

“Mmm… It’s okay.” Annabelle took a deep breath and braced herself. She knew that she could back out now, and Jasper would let her. She didn’t want to back down though. Her body was craving release as much as his was craving her blood. “Green.”

Jasper's mouth went back to the bloody wound and he started to suck her Vitae out of it. This time, there was no pain. That part was over. Now, there was just the pleasure.

And oh, what pleasure it was. Jasper was going slow and tender again, but was gradually speeding up and increasing the pressure on her while he did so. Annabelle was soon moaning. Her knees felt weak and she struggled to support herself. Jasper put an arm around her to keep her upright and against the wall. She clung to him. Her previous struggles to escape turned into her pressing, grinding herself against him, wanting ever more stimulus. She could feel herself building up again deep inside to a climax, and the small cognisant part of her brain, the part responsible for this kind of base desire, prayed she would get there before he pulled away.

She did. Her moans got louder and she shuddered in release. She could hear and feel Jasper growling in response. A few seconds later, she was dimly aware of him pulling back and licking her wound closed. She slumped against the wall and against him, her legs shaking. Little aftershocks rippled through her.

Jasper smiled to himself, very pleased. Once again, he could feel her pleasure, taste it in her blood. This was something he could definitely get used to. His Beast lurked below the surface of his mind, reminding him that it would be so easy for him to continue until he had taken her last drop, but he was very firmly in control of himself and knew he would do no such thing. Jasper scooped Annabelle up into his arms and carried her the short distance to the bed, where he lay her down. She sighed, still getting her breath back. Annabelle's Beast writhed, as always unhappy with the situation, but she was getting good at ignoring it and letting its complaints be drowned in her sea of endorphins and after glow.

When she opened her eyes again a short while later, Jasper was sitting on the bed by her feet, watching her in the dim light of the room. He smiled at her without showing his fangs. He didn't feel the need to ask her if she was good. He already knew the answer to that.

“I like watching you... after. You always look like you've had the best time of your whole life.” He frowned, then corrected himself. “Un-life?”

She chuckled. “Well... you're pretty good.”

“Thank you.” He bowed his head a little. “Who says Nosferatu don't know how to show someone a good time, huh?”

“I've never said that!” Annabelle grinned.

This time, Jasper's smile was toothy.

Annabelle stretched and tried to adjust her top and bra back in place, only to find the strap of her tank top, which Jasper had previously moved with his fangs, snap in two in her hands. They both snickered.

“Oh, no!” Annabelle was partly dismayed and mostly amused.

“Oops... I must have bit it too hard, sorry,” Jasper said, though he didn't sound very apologetic.

Annabelle was trying to examine her bra strap, which still seemed to be okay. The structural integrity of the tank top was ruined though. The right front and back of it hung down without the support of the strap, exposing her bra to Jasper for the first time. It was black lace. Very sensual. Definitely date night.

“It's okay,” Annabelle sighed. “Going to have to get rid of it now though.”

She had meant later, after she got home, but Jasper shrugged. “Take it off. I'll be right back.” He slipped off the bed and headed for the door.

“What?” Annabelle blinked at him, surprised.

He paused at the door. “Take your top off. I'll give you something else.”

She smirked at him. She suspected that now was his time to blush pink if he could.

Jasper disappeared into the passageway and Annabelle did as he asked her. She wriggled out of the ruined top and dropped it to the floor. Part of her was glad she didn't have to get up. She wasn't sure her legs would allow her to walk yet, after that. She lay on the bed in her nice bra and jeans and wondered if she should cover up a little more, but Jasper returned before she had a chance to. He had a black, fuzzy bundle in his arms and tossed it gently to her. He seemed to be deliberately trying to not notice that she was under-dressed.

“Here,” Jasper said.

Annabelle examined the article of clothing she had been given and gave a little squeal. “It's the labradoodle hoodie!”

“I recall you liking it.”

“I recall thinking you looked adorable in it!” Annabelle countered.

“Well... you can keep it,” Jasper said.

She was already slipping it on. The sleeves were way too long and the hood was way too big. She felt like she was swimming in fuzzy black wool. “I can? Really?”

“Sure,” he shrugged. He had a closet full, and didn't need that one any more.

“Thank you,” Annabelle beamed at him. She reached for him, her hands seeming almost small in the long sleeves. “Come here.”

Jasper crawled onto the bed with her and they settled in each other's arms. She rested her head against his lean chest. She still had Blush of Life on, and he could feel her warmth and breathing. It kind of made him wish, for just a moment, that he had learned it too. It's funny, the little things you forget about being alive.

**

Later on next night, Jasper and Annabelle sat on Jasper's bed together binge watching a vampire Anime on her laptop. The main character was a more eldritch abomination take on Dracula and was fighting a horde of vampire Nazis who had invaded London. They were on episode nine of ten and things were reaching a climatic, bloody end.

They were interrupted by Jasper's phone going off. He checked the number. It was the Baron of Hollywood. “Sorry, I have to take this,” Jasper told Annabelle. He extracted himself from her and the bed and took a few steps away to answer the call. Annabelle paused the video and watched him. She saw that his phone still had a scrape on its case from when he had been run over by a truck the month previous.

“Good evening, Baron,” Jasper said smoothly into the phone. Annabelle's eyes widened a little and and swallowed.

“Is it Victor?” she mouthed silently to him. Jasper shook his head at her. She couldn’t hear the other half on the conversation, only what Jasper was saying.

“I am very well, thank you.” Jasper gave Annabelle a tiny smile. She smiled back, relaxing somewhat. Jasper was on good terms with Baron Abrams. Annabelle fidgeted with a loose thread on the sleeve of Jasper's black labradoodle hoodie that he had given her. She was still wearing it and had slept in it the day before. It was very cosy. She wanted to sleep in it forever, or until the fabric fell apart, at least.

“And yourself?” Jasper continued into the phone. “...Yes... Yes, it is... I can, but I think that the Baron of the Valley may need to be reminded by someone that although I am in his coterie, I am not always in his barony, and he does not always listen to me. …Yes, sir, I do.”

Annabelle put a hand over her mouth to suppress a giggle.

Isaac Abrams was telling Jasper something very interesting. Whatever it was, it was making Jasper grin a lot. He glanced at Annabelle again and she could see a moment of doubt and conflict in his eyes. He seemed to come to a decision.

“Yes,” he told the Baron. “Yes. I can. ...Yes, sir. I'll see you soon.” He hung up.

“What was that about?” Annabelle asked.

“I have... good news and bad news.” Jasper came back over to her. “Isaac Abrams is giving me another opportunity to... look after another political prisoner of his from the Ivory Tower.”

“Oh.” Annabelle strongly disapproved. To her, this didn't seem like good news and bad news at all. It only seemed like bad news. Jasper could see it all over her face and feel it in her blood. “Do you have to?” she asked him.

Jasper shrugged. “No, but... I'd like to.”

Annabelle frowned deeply. She was disappointed in him. “Jasper...”

“Annabelle. This is what I do. This is my job,” his tone was gentle. He wasn't going to let her talk him out of this. He had been conflicted for a few moments, but his mind was made up now, and he was unlikely to want to change it. “Yes, I could tell Abrams 'no'. Hell, you could order me to tell him 'no,' and I might have to comply with that, but that may damage my reputation with him, and staying on the Baron's good side is better than not.”

“Are you going to feed from this new person?”

He had already thought about that too. “Yes.”

Annabelle's level of upset went up a notch. “But you don't have to... I accept that you're being given a job. You're a prison guard, fine. But you don't have to...”

“I might need to, at least a little bit, to keep them weak, to help make sure they won't break out,” Jasper explained softly.

That did make a degree of sense, but Annabelle still didn't like it. She was quiet for a long moment. Jasper habitually ran his tongue over his fangs before speaking again.

“I'll understand if... you don't want us to have another feeding date again,” Jasper said very quietly. He cursed himself. Now she had him thinking of them as 'dates' too. He was also mentally preparing himself. He was going to miss it, miss her, if she told him 'no more.' He couldn’t lie to himself about that.

“I don't know, Jasper,” she sighed sadly.

“We don't have to stop though,” he continued. “I unfortunately can't allow you to come back here while there's someone in that cage, but... we could go somewhere else, if you still want to.”

Annabelle had been looking down at her hands, but looked back up at him again. “I can't come here again?”

He shook his head. “No. No one will. I have to keep this new prisoner a secret. I shouldn’t even tell you that I am getting a new person. I only am because... you've spent so much time here, lately.”

Annabelle bit her lip. She looked like she wanted to cry.

“I'm sorry,” Jasper told her. He was genuine.

“It's okay,” Annabelle sighed. Deep down, she knew that they couldn’t keep up what she and Jasper had been doing forever, but at the same time, she was also going to miss coming down to his sanctum. “You're right... we don't have to stop. I'm going to miss this place though.” She sighed again. “Do we have time to finish the series?”

“No, not right now. I have to go see Abrams. Sorry... again.”

Annabelle pouted and packed away her laptop. She bent and scooped her ruined tank top off the floor where she had left it and stuffed that in her bag too. Jasper watched her carefully and noticed that she was trying very hard not to cry. She had a hard lump in her throat. He swallowed.

“Hey... come here,” he said. He opened his arms and drew her into a hug. She clung to him, sniffling. Jasper was head and shoulders taller than her and easily rested his chin on the crown of her head. “Shh... it's okay, Annabelle,” he said softly. “All that's changing is that you won't be able to come down here any more, and why would anyone want to? It's literally a hole in the ground.” He heard her snicker a little, though it was muffled. “And anyways... now you can travel and not worry about when and where... and who... I'm going to eat. You can do your own thing and I'll do mine and sometimes, if you'd like, we can still meet up for... dates. It's not the end of the world, and it's not the end of... this thing we have. It's just changing.”

He could feel Annabelle nod. He smoothed her hair with his hand and she let go of him and stepped back. She still looked a little sad, but she knew Jasper was right.

Annabelle pressed something round and plastic into Jasper's hand. It was one of her little fake tea light candles. He stared at it and smiled slowly.

“Keep one here and think of me, yeah?” Annabelle requested.

“Sure,” he promised her. “Always.” He couldn’t not think of her lately, but having this little reminder might be nice.

Jasper knew that Annabelle would be okay. This was a blow to their relationship, but he did not want to miss this opportunity from Abrams. Annabelle was free to come and go from the city, and indeed had been thinking about leaving L.A. for long stretches of time. Jasper did not want to lock her up, but he did need a reliable feeding source if he was going to keep existing. It would mean going back to his violent, non-consenting feeding habits, but he was okay with that. His Beast certainly didn't care if his victim said 'yes' or not. Annabelle giving him permission all these previous times had been the delightful exception to the rule. If she did wish to eventually continue their dates, he didn't have to give up on non-consensual feeding all together. He had a feeling that she would eventually give in and would want to see him again, to feel his fangs in her skin again, but that it would take her a while. That was okay. He could wait.

**

The following evening, there was a new prisoner in Jasper's cage, and Jasper was extremely excited. He didn't know how Baron Abrams had obtained this rival from the Ivory Tower in the first place, and at the moment, Jasper didn't care. The Baron didn't always answer his questions, and he didn't want to push his luck.

As delighted as Jasper was by this change in his fortune and being given a second chance by the Baron of Hollywood, there were still a few downsides to this. Namely, he was going to miss Annabelle coming here and spending the occasional days and nights with him in his sanctum. He also was going to have to go hunting on the regular for food for his victim, but that was okay. He was very good at hunting, even if he didn't eat the humans himself. Additionally, he kind of wished he could tell Nelli about this, if nothing else just to see her face. He was going to enjoy quietly, privately, lording this over her. Otherwise, so far as Jasper was concerned, this was excellent.

The vampire in the cage was a male Kindred still in Torpor, enforced by a wooden stake through his chest. The Torpor would end when Jasper pulled the stake out. Jasper knew that his victim would be starving as his Beast reacted to coming back to life, as it were, so he had a woman- beating drug dealer with a concussion all ready to go. The other vampire was wearing a black silk shirt, now ruined, of course, by the stake. Jasper smirked to himself. He had no intentions of getting this guy a new shirt.

Jasper carefully placed the meal, who was bleeding lightly from a head wound, into the cage next to the vampire. Then, in one firm, swift action, he yanked out the stake, stepped back and slammed the jail door shut. The vampire's eyes snapped open and he hissed in pain, rage and hunger. The Beast commanded him to pounce on the nearest source of blood and he did, very quickly ending the man's life. Jasper locked the door during this distraction and took a few more steps back to watch.

The caged Kindred finished feeding and got his wits back. He looked around in anger and bewilderment. “What the...?! Where the hell am I?!” he demanded. Then his eyes fell on Jasper and he recognised him. His eyes filled with more rage, and just a hint of horror. “You...!”

The last time he had seen this Kindred, Jasper had been about to hunger Frenzy at the Highland in Hollywood. Jasper had briefly entertained the notion back then of leaping over the table and ripping into this insufferable Toreador's throat. My, how the tables had turned.

Jasper grinned at his newest captive. This was going to be fun. “Hi, Chaz.”

[modernlcve]

little info dump of lizzie’s la muses

ADELAIDE LINDHOLM  :   they still need a last name but . whatever. i was gonna make her like really boring n a lil mean but. i changed me mind. she’s still uninterested in fame but im pulling her out of management she did it for like 3 years and then realized it brought her nothing but stress and pain so she quit and is doing temp work for the time being she’s trying to figure some stuff of her own out but deflects it onto still trying to boss around her siblings all the time. this sounded more interesting in my head. know it all, bossy, putting on a front of being in control of her miserable life

plots for her include  :  former clients she completely abandoned when she snapped, im working on more but sometimes... being a big sister is a full time job am i right girls

ALISON COLLINS  :  a woman at a crossroads . wants to follow her big artistic ambition of [redacted] but it just hasnt worked out for her yet so she’s teaching elementary art classes at a Hippie School to pay the bills til something comes her way , but its hard to be the edgy artist type when u got the school breathing down ur back and checking 2 make sure ur on the straight and narrow.

plots for her include  :  another big sister im ltrying to think of plots for but . sometimes things arent easy you know. she could have art circle friends who make fun of her for Selling Out and making pipe cleaner crafts for a living now

BRUNO VARGAS  :   i’m copy pasting the fc meme. he bought a “capitalism is unsustainable” sticker off of amazon. prime example of that “little confused but he’s got the spirit” meme. he threw himself into the social activism scene after he dropped out of college and ran away to the city to really make something of himself. he really wants to do good things for good reasons his heart is in the right place he’s just a dumbass. grew up in a traditional catholic military family but hasn’t had contact w them for a minute. lives in the fold because he thinks its cool 2 force people 2 hang out with him. works for an indie underground news publication.

plots for him include  :  yeah  maybe i am still stuck on the boyfriend/girlfriend plot. im not married to it being bf n gf if it just works 2 be 2 gfs or 2 bfs anyways. plot would be that one partner bruno has had longer and has openly been with for a minute now. second partner would be more recent and bc of that less of the whole official We’re Together :) kind of thing. both partners would know he’s seeing other people, but he hasnt gone out of his way to specifically out either of them, p2 just knows about p1 bc they were openly w bruno whereas they arent yet. if that makes literally any sense

COLE EDWARDS  :  bit of a weirdo. she does something behind the scenes i was thinking like set design because thats something that weirdly really interests me. anyways shes a doormat but in a different way than molly could be read that way she really just likes to be involved in things and help people. ~quirky~ but one day , she will snap. u can tell when u see her at craft night and she gets so much hot glue on her hand but doesnt even react. its like she cant feel it... feel better cole...

plots for her   :  cole could work for laguna beach or as the mystery novak stepsib im not married to her being on the show or not yet. i figured she could be fun there because she would be a light addition to all these Reality Tv Bastards u know. her bg and plots will fit whichever subplot i use her for so . tba

HOLLIS MESSINA   :   kill him NOW .   hollis is a bad man. not to godmod michele but in my head their parents are also like weird arsty types not necessarily famous but always very into the arts all thru their childhood. they grew up eating a lot of kale and maybe thats why hollis is the way he is. he’s vapid and very insecure because he wants so bad to be cool and funny and talented and suffers from major impostor syndrome which contributes to his online shopping addiction. take a nap hollis...

plots for him  :  we know im always looking for a plot where my musician writes a song about how crusty their ex is and their ex doesn’t appreciate it, or in general just maybe someone who got past the Phony Fakeass Cool Hollis act but then he decided to be very mean to them because soemtimes it hurts to let people in

JAMES ZAMORA   :  instagram model and youtuber. new media thot. she makes beauty, fashion, lifestyle, and travel related content. her entire brand is being A Sexy Little Trollop for people to envy. came from humble beginnings believe it or not, but she will never tell anyone that. as far as they need to be concerned shes been toddling around in heels since day one. lives in the fold because it makes for quirky content but once a month she threatens to get the hell out of here.. no one knows why she stays..

plots for her  :  frankly between the Novak Boyz and the mean girl squad im happy w her plots for now but shes always around to *cheryl blossom voice* create a little chaos if needed...

MOLLY SEKULIC   :   for the first week he lived at the fold noah thought she was a ghost :0  jadede film school student who thought she would get to do real documentary work at a place like b*zzfeed news but got put on projects shes not as passionate about 2 put it kindly. constantly planning her escape from the fold and worth it and all of that but 2 depressed to actually put any of it into play so she just sticks around and hopes one day she’s tapped for something with Substance

plots for her  :  she just doesnt get out much. shes got her Horrible sons (alec and [redacted]) and the girlies she hangs out with at the fold so shes not a completely friendless loser. with muses also working in film i think it could be fun to have a plot where they went to school together/worked on a project earlyo n together but now shes doing this and is embarrassed to talk to them abt it not that its even that real of a plot..

NOAH FITZGERALD  :  i wrote an intro for him in fold and im just gonna link it here. tldr hes very shy,, be gentle,, he wants to be liked and validated which is a common theme for me becuase yeah maybe in my core i dont believe anyone pursuing art does it for any reason but validation i sure know i do 

plots for him  :   he’s got a little going on but other fun stuff could be musicians he jams with that could catch onto his and bradys Scam, maybe some other dorks to commiserate with ive obvisosuly not got as many ideas as i let on huh,

WYATT SONG   :   gay writer bitch. came from money so he’s just casually pursuing writing full time minus the time he spends on the show (bit less than everyone else just because watching him sit in his home office and do nothing for hours just isnt interesting) but i kinda like the idea of him being a Villain within the show like idk what dynamics we were wanting to set up but i feel ike since he’s more reclusive than the others and when he is around hes Annoying he could be someone the show kinda frames as Not Likable which mostly doesnt bother him but . stings a little

plots   :  someone whos really nice 2 him off cam but plays to that villain thing on cam, which could work for a few muses on different levels like a friend whos just flighty to someone he’s ~ secretly dating ~ bc it would mess up the current plot of the show if they were fucking just yet