#he knows i love hl the most so he’s like oh so these are your boys thats your louis? YEAH DAD

[sunkissedlouis]

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[girl-named-matty]

Could you please write some headcanons of Sebastian, Ominis, Garreth, and Amit with a gn!reader who is obsessed with all the clothes they find while exploring. Their outfit changes every other day and are constantly showing them scarves,robes,outfits,etc. that they love. This is all in response to me while playing HL and seeing the outfit you get from finding all the house tokens. Thank you 😁

Fashion icon!! ✨

The boys and how they react to your wacky and questionable (yet somehow very stylish) clothing choices! Pairings: Could be considered an x reader since I use the term "you" but read it however you want!!🥰

This is such a cute idea and I had such a fun time writing it! Thank you for requesting!

Sebastian: 

Okay, so he thinks it’s a little odd at first. 

Because you went from wearing your school uniform every day to all these wacky and “bold” fashion statements as if it were nothing. 

It started off with things like that and then it went to glasses. And now it’s full-blown mismatched yet stylish outfits. 

“Where in Merlin’s name are you finding all of these things?” Sebastian would ask. He was completely puzzled. 

And of course, you were happy to answer! 

“I got this in Irondale—Oh and this one is from a random chest in the middle of the forbidden forest!” You’d explain happily. 

“Oh, and this one I got from your neighbor's house in Feldcroft.” 

“What??” 

“Forget I said anything about that.” 

But soon, he looks forward to seeing what wacky combination of clothing you decide to wear. It makes showing up to his first class a lot more interesting and a lot more fun. 

Ominis: 

Obviously, since he can’t see, he doesn’t know about all your outrageous fashion choices. 

But, regardless of the fact that he can’t see. Ominis is a man of fashion. He likes to keep clean, he likes his clothes to match, and the colors to coordinate. 

So when he hears from Sebastian that you keep showing up to class wearing some “interesting” items together, he’s a bit curious. 

He usually likes to “see” through touch, so he runs his hands down the materials of your clothing. 

“W-What is this? What even is this? Where did you get it?” 

You shrugged. “Just found it while running around.” 

“Do these colors even match? I have a feeling they don’t match.” He said, his brows furrowing. “Does it look atrocious? Please say it doesn’t.” 

His hands make their way up towards his face and he accidentally pricks his fingers on the spiky “lizard-like” glasses you decided to wear. “What is this– OW! What are you even wearing??” 

This obviously sends you into an absolute fit of giggles before you apologize for not telling him about that before. 

Even though he highly questions your taste in fashion, he really is just glad you enjoy what you’re doing. 

Garreth: 

Garreth is a goofy guy, we all know this. 

It pretty much comes with the Weasley name. 

So when he sees you walking in with the most wacky, mismatched, laugh-inducing outfit, he busts out laughing. Obnoxiously loud.

He takes great joy in seeing what you’re wearing every day. He knows you’re obsessed with all of the items you find and therefore, he’s obsessed with them too. 

You’ll tell him every item that's your favorite or tell him about a new one you found in some random place. 

(Although he didn’t want to hear about the one you found in the Forbidden Forest near the spider caves. That he could miss out on) 

And before he knows it, suddenly he’s sitting in class, wearing your wacky lizard glasses that you had just put on him, stifling a laugh. 

Professor Ronen gets a laugh out of it. He loves seeing his students have fun and get along so well. 

Professor Sharp, however, just looks down and shakes his head. But in all honesty, he thinks it's rather silly. 

But Garreth is 100% invested in this and 100% unashamed. 

Amit: 

Well, needless to say, he is very confused. 

Where do you keep getting these things?? Why the interesting pairings?? Do you do it on purpose or did your parents never teach you how to dress? He really doesn’t know and he’s just trying to come up with a logical explanation to it like he always does. 

He finally works up the courage to ask and you just say that you really like dressing up like this. And you say it with a big smile on your face. 

And that’s when he finally understands that you just really enjoy doing stuff like this! 

And suddenly, it all just makes sense. And obviously, if it makes you happy, he wants you to know he’s interested in it. 

He’ll ask you random but oddly specific questions about what you’re wearing, or where you got them, and he’ll sit and listen to every story you tell about how you found each item. 

(Bro is in LOVE love but that’s a topic for later) 

It’s quite the stark contrast to see him all neat with his clean school uniform then you sitting next to him in a tattered, old pointy hat, wacky glasses, and an outfit adorned with a clashing scarf. 

But hey, it makes you happy. Therefore it makes him happy.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Fragments Pt. 2/3

Homelander / GN! Reader

Ch. 2: Lab Rat

Summary: Unfortunately Homelander's powers reawake earlier than his memory of how to control them.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of HL's past, PTSD, DID, cussing, blood, unhealthy relationship dynamics, death of animals

A/N: as a little treat for you guys, this chapter got extra long (: tbh I still haven't watched the show, let me live

The following weeks passed by rather quick and uneventful - albeit it wouldn't calm down your nerves at all.

You had been on high alert for a while, fearing the worst case scenario: That whoever did this to John would come and finish the job. It did not happen in the end, so the enemy either believes him to be dead already, or was certain the lethal environment would do the rest.

What worried you right now however was the fact that nobody seemed to be searching for your acquaintance.

Locals would come to deliver supplies occasionally, and at some point you handed them a USB with a photo and the little data you knew about John. Hopefully the old - and only - shared computer in the townshall had a good enough internet connection to spread the missing person report for as many people as possible to see.

John had been joking a lot recently, about how he might've been a terrible person and people would be glad that he disappeared - but you knew deep down, he feared there might actually be some truth in his words.

One thing was sure: He could be irritating to a point where one wants to punch his pretty face in - and he's not even aware of that fact.

Over time, you noticed a lot of subtle hints to his former personality: Like his almost neurotic need for praise and attention. It seemed like he didn't even know how to simply exist by himself - for example, sometimes you came home from an expedition, and he just sat at the same spot you've left him, awaiting you almost a little too excited.

To his defense, it was hard to avoid each other in a single-room apartment. And since you had brought only the most essential things for your survival, there wasn't really that much to do either way.

Most of the day he'd follow you around, insisting that he wanted to be useful despite his condition. He was touchy - not in an indecent way, but rather starved for closeness. Always accidentally brushing his hand against yours, leaning his chin atop of your head or hugging you if he was feeling particulary happy about something.

And while hesistant at the beginning, the more you tolerated it the more he dared.

Also, his almost nonexistent empathy and lack of emotional maturity in general was infuriating. You really felt like talking to a giant toddler sometimes -but as odd as it sounds, he reacted to your scolding and listened to instructions surprisingly well.

And oh, he sure loves the sound of his own voice. His opinions unnerved you to no end, yet the way he was talking about certain topics sounded awfully like he was just repeating things someone else had drilled him to believe, without ever understanding or even caring enough to verify.

You really wondered what kind of life John had led before all of this.

Curiosity kills the cat, or so they say.

A doctor had already arrived at your remote location two days after the initial snowstorm had settled. He had complimented you for properly caring for the wounds despite your limited knowledge and ressources, and John gladly joined him in enskying you.

Since then, there wasn't much more to do than continuing treatment until his wounds would heal - which they did surprisingly fast, much to your mutual relief.

The drug John inhaled had eliminated a great portion of the Compound V in his system, but not completely. And as you could now observe first hand, the residue was able to multiply again.

That could only mean the rest of his powers would slowly but steadily return as well, right?

"NO! It burns, it burns please STOP!"

John's desolate scream made you bolt up from your sleep, instantly rushing to his side. He was experiencing nightmares very frequently, and after the past couple of tries to wake him up, you knew better than to touch him.

"John..." you whisper to not startle him, hesistantly approaching the man cowering on his bed. "It's not real. You're dreaming, you're safe. Nothing can hurt you! Follow my voice. Please, wake up..."

He was sobbing frantically, heartbrakingly even. A perfect image of misery, hugging himself in a desperate attempt to erase that awfully vivid sensation of being burned alive.

Whatever had happened to him, the suffering was imprinted so deep inside of his soul that he was forced to relive it even after alledgedly losing all memories.

You repeat the affirmating words like a mantra, tears involuntarily creeping to the rim of your eyes as well. Eventually his breaths would even out and he was able to come down to reality again, recognizing you through wettened lashes.

Shame washed over him, now feeling as if he'd drown rather than burning. He was pathetic, even without this creepy psycho shit already - a nuisance to you who had given him nothing but kindness.

"I'm sorry." His eyes darted around the room - anywhere but your face - but he was certain that you were shooting him that damn pitying look again "Didn't mean to wake you..."

John's voice was hoarse from screaming, his coughing prompting you to hand him the water on the nightstand. "No problem, really. Don't worry about it."

"You're being too naive" he mumbled, his hand lingering on yours for a bit longer than necessary as you handed him the glass. "Nursing a stranger to health...I mean, I could as well be lying about my anmnesia."

"And there I was thinking you had a way with words" you snorted, defendingly crossing your arms in front of your chest. "No offense, but you don't seem like the bright type. Besides: If you wanted to do something awful to me, you had all the time in the world and no witnesses, so..."

Eager to prove your trust, out of a whim you hopped next to him, the springs of the mattress creaking under the additional weight. Until now, despite his protest, you chose to sleep on a very uncomfortable sofa, offering him the bed since he was still not fully restored.

"You're incorrigible..." he sighed, a little taken aback by the sudden invasion of personal space, mentally adding "...but an amazing person."

"I'm not even sure if I want to remember" he tells himself rather than you, mumbling into the pillow. Whenever he tried there was a mental block, some kind of tug in his heart that felt like regaining it would cost him greatly. "Those dreams...I'm terrified to find out what they truly mean."

"Your past only defines you if you let it." Wow, that sounded way less corny in your head. "Whatever happens, you won't get rid of me that easily, I promise."

"Sounds more like a threat" he smirks, daring to shuffle a little closer.

After a while of comfortable silence between the two of you, John was the first one to look away from the ceiling, staring at you instead. He was still shaking, unable to decipher whether the lump in his throat was caused by his night terror or something else.

"...I mean you could stay here." John's voice was barely audible, as if to test your reaction first. "Better than that goddamn brick of a sofa."

You glared at him, eyes shooting daggers. "Next time we're in the field, you get a snowball right into that handsome face." He snickered at your attempt to be strict, his smugness returning already. "Oh, so you think I'm handsome, huh?"

Gosh, that man was obnoxious - and yet, even though you'd rather die than to admit, he made you jittery beyond belief. "That doesn't give you the right to do or say whatever you want, you know?"

"Didn't deny it" he winked, yet raised his hands in defense. "C'mon, I'm not trying something shady. It's just- forget it."

"...talking about incorrigible" you uttered, after looking at him dumbfounded until you finally understood. "If you feel more comfortable this way, then sure."

John nodded mutely, cracking an embarrassed smile that you couldn't help but mirror. You slid under the covers with him, the dimmed lights only worsening this awkward situation.

"Y/N?" You hqd almost dozed off already when you heard his voice again, yet it was too dark to decipher his features. "Mhh?"

"...thank you. For everything, really."

Asides from his healing factor, his heightened senses were the next thing that had returned - and they made him notice things you probably weren't even aware of yourself.

Just like right now.

That mixture of pheromones in your scent, together with an increased heartrate whenever you were close...it was unlike anything he had ever perceived, even without knowing his history he was sure of that fact.

Was this chemical reaction equal to what people called love?

And yet you never acted on those desires, for it would be terribly wrong in every way. The man next to you was in a vulnerable state no one should take advantage of. Not to mention that you didn't really know this person. He could as well be having a partner or family somewhere, and you had no intention to become a homewrecker.

So you continued reminding yourself about his negative aspects, tried to convince yourself that anyone would be feeling like this after being isolated together for so long.

Shit, can't he just hurry up and remember?

Much to your shock, you wake up entangled in both the blanket and John's embrace the next morning. He had an arm and leg wrapped around you, effectively trapping you in his hold.

Instead of freaking out or kicking him off the bed, you decide to simply close your eyes again and enjoy this blissful state. His breathing was warm against your skin, and he also seemed very peaceful in his sleep in huge contrast to usually.

After a few more minutes, his soft snores disappeared. John was confused, never having felt this well-rested in forever.

"Ah shi- I'm sorry-" before he could retract his arm, you held onto it and snuggled even closer against his chest. "Who said you could stop?"

"Oh...oh." he grinned cheekily, jawning as his head nuzzled against your neck. "Well, good morning then."

"You sure this is a good idea?" Turning to look at him, you get some messy strands of hair out of his face. "Coming with me today, I mean."

Up until now, you had avoided taking him to your laboratory, even though the two buildings were connected via a tunnel. Usually he only helped you carry stuff, do the household horribly wrong or assist you collect specimen in the wild.

But for someone who was having nightmares about a strange laboratory to come with you..."just stay here, watch a movie or something. I won't take long."

"Ugh, you don't even have any supe movies that could help me remember" he grimaced, "just some boring woke stuff."

There's no telling what this man thinks sometimes. "You just don't have any taste. Supe movies are brainless cash-cows."

"Nerd" he purrs, leading your hand to his head again, looking at you pleadint to continue massaging his scalp. Ugh, how can someone this unnerving be so great at making you do whatever he wants? "It might not be the best idea, but maybe confrontation will help me make sense out of it."

What's the worse that could happen? You've seen him having a mental breakdown several times now, and you handle it well. "...okay. Just don't complain if I make you work overtime."

"Sure thing, boss."

A quick breakfast and several discussions later, you unlock the door that led to your laboratory. Observing his reaction, you saw how his mannerism had shifted unnaturally even for his standards.

"Why are they caged in here?" You stiffened at his question, at the accusation in his tone. "What, don't tell me Mr. Conversative suddenly became an animal's rights advocate?"

No answer, instead he stared you down even more sombre. "It's not like they're locked in here forever. Climate change makes it harder for them to find food, so I take their measurements for comparison. Some I feed a while longer, and when they're strong enough they're released. I swear!"

"S-Sorry, I- fuck..." He couldn't even put his finger on why this enraged him so much, trying to tear the trapped polar fox away from his field of view.

"Hey..." you wanted to put a hand on his shoulder, but he flinched away from you. "Maybe you should go back, alright?"

Fuck it, you were right, that was a stupid idea - he'll never hear the end of it. John's head was spinning and he felt sick, thinking that maybe he should sit down...

...but when he opened his squinted eyes again, a sheer coincidence would turn out fatal: The heavy steel door, an emergency exit, it was red - looking awfully alike.

"You tricked me" he gritted, logical thinking overshadowed by flashbacks. "Huh?"

"You put me in The Bad Room again!" John's eyes were wild, furious even as he violently shook your smaller frame. "How could you?!"

He then pushed you away, sending you flying and proceeding to run in circles like a coyote in a trap.

"John..." The impact made you dizzy, any yet you tried to stay conscious with all might. "The door's open, you can leave anytime." You made the grave mistake of grabbing his wrist, wanting him to stop in his tracks or at least distract him...

...but he slammed his fist right next to your head, making a huge dent in the wall. "Don't fucking touch me, or I'll fucking kill you!"

It all happened so fast, you couldn't even tell why it went downhill from there - but when you saw his eyes gleaming red, you made a run for it.

Having listened to your gut and fleeing outside, the next thing you knew you were standing in front of a completely destroyed building.

John fell to his knees in between the rubble, covered it blood and viscera of the animals you had formerly kept inside. You inhaled sharply as his eyes found you, fighting against the urge to screech - and yet, he could hear your heart practically hammering against your chest, made out the scent of adrenaline even through the dust and smoke.

John knew that scene all too well, vivid images flashing in front of his inner eye: People running away from him, terrified...and his hands covered in blood, just like right now.

You were afraid of him - and you had every right to be. He was a dangerous freak! No wonder they've kept him locked away somewhere before.

"John!"

Your voice made him snap out of it, screaming your lungs out calling for him. Without second thought you ran straight at him, wrapping your arms around his neck despite your instinct to stay away. "Shit, John, I was worried! Are you hurt?!"

"W-what kind of question is that?!" he sobbed, tears streaming down his face that froze as soon as they dropped to the ground. "Are you dull or just insane, coming back after what you just saw?!"

"But you're the victim here!" He looked at you like a kicked puppy - if the situation wasn't so severe it would certainly be adorable. "I-I'm just glad you're alright."

You sank to the ground too, simply cradling his head against your chest. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry..."

"Hey, plea- can't breathe-" The fleeting image of his past, the lifeless body of a woman dropping to his feet flashes before his inner eye, making him finally release you from his suffocating hug.

"Come" you beckon, trying to pull him from the ground but he was too exhausted - mentally at least. He might not be affected by temperature anymore, but it was minus 50 degrees out here. "Let's go home."

Gladly your flat didn't get caught in the impact of John's breakdown, and you managed to seal the broken airlock that had connected the two buildings.

Damn, this laboratory had eaten up all of your savings - and now the whole progress was simply gone. So it was only naturally that after the first shock subsided, it was you who started crying your eyes out. Not in front of him, though - as understandable as your frustration was, he was going through something way worse right now.

The bottom line was: Both your lives were now in ruins, and he was responsible.

This whole day, John wouldn't utter a single word. Instead he shunned himself from you, staying god knows where. As you were looking out of the window before sunset, you saw him just standing there, staring at the horizon. He might not be harmed by the cold, but you were sure he was still able to freeze.

Did all of this at least make him remember something? Maybe that was exactly the problem.

"You can't ignore us forever."

John clenched his fists, looking over to the house and spotting you in the window. You shouldn't be worried for him of all people - hell, you shouldn't be near him at all!

"Heya champ, talk to me."

The voices he was hearing all evening were clearly imaginary. He was probably losing his mind...or he was insane all along, who knows?

All he knew was that he didn't want the answer.

"Oh c'mon, you're even worse than the usual guy!" His reflection on the lake was talking to him in his own voice, finally snapping. "Another sniveling pussy, obsessed with affection. Fucking pathetic."

"What the fuck do you want from me?!" he spat back at himself, or rather a part of him. "Don't you get it? I am you, but stronger - better! I've got us through The Bad Room back then, and I can help you again. You're still fighting to remember...just stop resisting and you can finally become who you're truly meant to be."

There were other, more different versions of his voice, all mixing up in his mind. Some were cussing you out, others mocking himself or drowning in self-pitying...

...and worse ones made him even more afraid of what his twisted mind would be capable of...

"Really?! You care for that bitch? God, what a fucking disappointment. Believe me, she's not the first one that'll abandon you. Eventually, you'll always ruin everything. Just like back then, when you-"

"Silence! Leave me alone!" John was slamming against his own head when you rushed outside, initially wanting to drape a blanket over his shoulders. It took you forever pleading with him to at least talk things through...

...but when he reluctantly aggreed to come inside, the voices made it clear that this wouldn't be the last he had heard of them.

"I will leave" he informed you of his decision, clutching the mug of coffee you had just handed him. Those words made your heart clench, but you always knew it was inevitable. "Why so sudden? And how?"

"Apparently I can fly. Fast." Shit, what powers doesn't he have? That's unusual, even for a supe. "So you got your memories back?"

"Nope" he pops his lips matter-of-factly, looking anywhere but your eyes. "But I think we got enough proof that I'm unstable and should be, I don't know, in an institution or something." You purse your mouth, anxiety raising in the pit of your stomach. "John..."

"Oh don't 'John' me, Y/N! I'm a fucking monster!" That was the first time he had ever raised his voice at you, slamming on the table which he instantly regretted as he saw your doe eyes widen. "S-Sorry, but...I feel like I've been lonely all my life, and for a good reason. What if I use my powers unintentionally, the next time I got a nightmare? What if I hurt you? Shit, Y/N, I could never forgive myself if that happened..."

You choked on a sob, bottom lip trembling as you simultaneously tried to find the right words without crying. "Stop talking about yourself like that. I refuse to belive you'd be able to hurt me."

"But you don't know me! Not really. Hell, I don't even know myself-"

"Oh yes I do!" you cut him off harshly, cupping both sides of his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. "You're many things, but you are not a monster. You are a kind and funny and wonderful man, and you brightened every single one of my days here ever since you stumbled into my life!"

"Y/N-" he wanted to object, but you wouldn't let him. "No matter what happened that you turned out this way, you didn't deserve any of it. If you leave, you need to promise me to never give up on yourself. You deserve to be happy, okay?"

John leaned into your touch, tears long since broken free. "Why do you care so much about someone that caused you nothing but trouble?"

"Because I'm in love with you, damn it!" you blurted out without thinking first. "Does this finally go through your thick skull, or do I need to be even more obvious?!"

That sentence alone was enough for the dam to break.

John kissed you with an urgency that was frightening, as if he needed it more than air. He had pulled you onto his lap, hands demandingly roaming your body, unwilling to ever let go. "Again" he breathed out when your lips parted, "Say it again."

"I think I'm in love with you, John." Oh, he already knew he was addicted. Another kiss, quicker and more playfull this time, smiling against your lips. "One more time."

"I love you, you blockhead!" you declared proudly, feeling like a huge weight had been lifted off your chest. And you were not the only one relieved to finally be able to act upon all those pent up emotions.

"Gosh, you have no idea how long I wanted to do this" John admitted almost a little bashful, covering your face in pecks. "I never thought you'd feel the same."

You tasted his tears on your lips, and he wiped yours away with his thumb, looking at you with so much adoration in his eyes, it made you wax in his hands. "I may have planned confess after your memories return, but now..." you pause, rubbing the back of your head as remorse hit you like a train. "I guess we'll have to figure it out as we go."

Yeah, there's truly no going back now. May as well enjoy it while it's lasting.

Another handful of weeks passed since your relationship blossomed, and you secretly hoped his past would never catch up on him again.

Since you had no way of finishing your research without the trashed equipment, it was about time to temporarily give up on this dream.

The two of you already made plans for the futue, had prepared to leave all this behind move back to build a life somewhere. He on the other hand was determined to do whatever it takes to repay and give you the chance to continue your studies...

...that was until shortly before your departure, when you had another unexpected visitor.

John stayed in bed as it was still early morning, admiring you from afar. He did not understand a single word you were exchanging with one of the locals in their native tongue, just hoping no matter what it was about, you would quickly come back into his arms.

A wide, infatuated smile stretched across his face as you briefly locked eyes, staring at him in awe. "What's the matter?" he inquired, noticing how dramatically you slammed the door shut.

"They've- hey!" you couldn't help but laugh as the carefree man pulled you back under the covers with him. "Continue, sweetheart."

"They've brought news from the village." Turning to face him, you indulged in one last kiss, selfishly fearing this would be the last tender moment you shared - way too soon. "People who claim to know who you are."

"Really?!" John softly clutched the sides of your shoulders, shivering ever so slightly. "Wha- who?!"

"A company, I think. Weird. What was the name...Vought?"

Unable to look at him due to your fear of losing him to his former life, you didn't notice his obvious distress, the way his eyes darkened at that cursed name. "They say you're some kind of superhero, just as I thought."

"No wonder with your kind of power, honestly" you continued at his lack of reaction, distracting yourself with a thoughtless banter. "So what, should I call you 'Homelander' from now on?"

Suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your back, way before the sound of something clashing could reach your ears. You couldn't even fathom what had happened until you grasped the situation: John had you slammed against the wall, his hand firmly wrapped around your throat.

"You fucking normie bitch..." He applied some pressure to your trachea, enough to be uncomfortable but not cutting off your air supply...yet. "Shit! How much time did I waste here?!"

You helplessly kicked with your legs, clawed at his relentless grip on your trachea, but to no avail. "Wha- John-" you stammered but his tone was callous, a manic smile stretching across his face. "Just said it yourself - that's Homelander for you."

A cracking sound filled the room as he moved his head from left to right, taking in your plain appearance for the first time after the fog in his brain had dissolved.

"I should crush you like the insect you are to me!" His stare was so unlike you had ever seen him before - the usually composed man full of spite and disgust. Regaining all of those terrible memories sure was agonizing, so right now he felt nothing but pure rage.

You were completely at his mercy, yet you were still so trusting, confused at max - and sympathetic. "Do you think I need your damn pity? I am the peak of evolution, a god, and you are...nothing."

Of course he could do it easily, snap your neck like a toothpick. You were aware, and it honestly felt like he was doing it already, the lack of oxygen making you see stars...

...and yet you stopped resisting, your palm instead wandering up to his cheek, using up the last ounce of strenght to say his name.

"Jo-ohn, plea...se..."

Even though his grip would not falter, his face fell at the genuine affection dripping from your voice. He seemed bewildered, desperate even, a multitude of emotions playing on his face - before his lips ultimatively crashed over yours.

In spite of all logic you reciprocated the kiss, wrapping your arms around him like you had done so many times before. But it didn't feel as familiar, as safe and right as before.

There was nothing either of you could say or do now that the illusion you both had created was scattered.

Homelander shook his head, trying to ground himself. He was done playing pretend, he decided internally, letting you down exceptionally gentle. As he headed for the exit, he turned to look at you one last time.

"You're not even worth killing."

[frenziedfireworks]

Sick

The HL boys reacting to their partner being sick!

(Garreth, Ominis, Sebastian)

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Garreth :

Garreth will make you as many potions as possible to help reduce symptoms/attempt to get you better. If you’re skeptical of them then he will try and find other ways!!

He asks Natty to help with soup or small things to keep you entertained while in bed. Books, little puzzles he creates, and stuffed animals.

“Babe you look terrible. I’m here to share my beauty.” (smack him)

He won’t mind cuddling and entertaining you with stories while you rest as well <3

You had stayed in bed for most of the day, hoping for the stupid cold you caught to go away. Much to your dismay, it did not. In fact, it only got worse. Your nose was stuffy and it felt like there were cats clawing at your throat at every swallow. 

“Babe? Are you good?” You heard a knock on your door and you jumped.

“Garreth?” You questioned as you waved the door open. He stood there grinning until he saw you.

“Oh no. Are you sick?” He ran over, putting his hand against your forehead to check for a fever. His eyes widened.

“You have a terrible fever. I can help with it. Let me make you a few potions and I’ll be back.” 

It wasn’t long before Garreth was back and setting a few vials on the bedside table.

“Here, drink this doll.” He put the liquid up to your lips and you drank. It helped almost instantly with your sore throat and you moaned.

“Feels a bit better huh? Got one more for you.” Garreth grinned at your bliss and fed you another strange potion. Almost instantly your sinuses cleared and you felt sleepy.

“This is so good. Thanks babe.” You murmured. The ginger just smiled and left a loving kiss on your head before getting up.

“Anytime baby. Get some rest and I’ll come check up on you later.”

Ominis :

He’s worried at first and then realizes you’ve just caught a cold. 

He makes sure to give you your space and makes you tea. He also goes out of his way to get medicines or herbs that will help!

“Here you are dear. Just rest.” As he places a blanket on you and pats you. Wholesome king.

Sebastian and Ominis were seated in the halls talking when an owl dropped a quick note. Ominis opened it quickly and used his wand to help him decipher the words. His eyebrows pinched together and he sighed.

“What’s wrong?” Sebastian asked and the boy shook his head.

“Y/N is sick and in the hospital wing. I am going to go check on them.” Ominis told his friend and he nodded.

“Tell Y/N I hope they feel better. I’ll see you later.” Sebastian went on his way as Ominis strolled down the halls. Eventually the hospital’s door opened and your eyes slowly moved to see him.

“Omi.” You groaned from your bed and he followed your voice. His hand reached out and you took it in yours.

“Darling are you alright? Are they helping you?” Ominis asked with worry. 

“Don’t worry Ominis. They gave me some medicine and it’s helped to stop most of the symptoms for now. I shouldn’t be this sick for long. I just wanted to make sure you knew I wasn’t ditching you.” You breathed out and he nodded along. He gave your hand a quick squeeze and pulled the covers over you a bit more.

“Thank you for telling me. Just rest up and you’ll be better in no time, love.” 

Sebastian :

He worries too much.. a little too much. 

“Oh my god how did I not notice. Don’t worry I won’t let you die.” “Sebastian, it's a cold.” “You never know babe.”

He’s surprisingly good at keeping track of medicine and helping you to eat. He does anything and everything so you don’t move a muscle.

He does not care about getting sick himself and will lay with you all day if you’d let him. He wants to make sure you’re okay and taken care of at all times.

You had come down with a bad cold and not gone down for breakfast. You knew your boyfriend would already be scouting around looking for why you had ditched them. You let out a cough as you heard the door to your dorm open.

“Sebastian? How did you get in here?” You croaked as the boy ran over to your bedside.

“Merlin’s beard! Y/N you’re sick!” Sebastian breathed out and looked around. “Don’t worry baby I won’t let you die. Not on my watch.” The boy went around the room fetching tissues and some medicine thrown around. Your heart fluttered at the care and he sat down next to you. 

“It’s just a cold Sebastian.” 

“Yes and next it could be pneumonia or something! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to nurse you back to health.” He grimaced as he read at the cold medicines instructions. You decided not to say anything, knowing that he was worrying so much because of his past with Anne. It couldn’t hurt to let the boy fawn over you anyways.

“Okay Doctor Sallow.” You teased and then turned to cough again. You hated when you got like this.

“Oh shush. Take this. I’m going to get you some water.” Sebastian paced the room and grabbed at the jug while you swallowed the terrible tasting concoction. He handed you the glass and you drank away, feeling the burning in your throat quell for only a second. Your bed sheets moved and Sebastian laid right beside you.

“Would you like to cuddle?” He whispered and your body relaxed.

“You’ll get sick, Seb.” 

“Nonsense. Come here darling.” Sebastian yanked at your form and laid your head on his chest, fingers rubbing away at your scalp.

“Get some rest. I can’t have my baby being sick.” His lips left a delicate kiss on your temple as you closed your eyes. You were so glad to have him. Even if he was a little over the top.

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Homelander being obsessed with his sister HC V

Warnings: siblingxsibling implications, Homelander being such a narcissist that he falls in "love" with his own sibling, dubcon, manipulation, stalking, basically all the horrible parts of HL come out to play, MC has blonde hair and blue eyes like HL, different plot than 'All I Ever Wanted, All I Ever Needed', stockholm syndrome, dealing with aftermath, mental trauma

I II III IV

Oh you poor fool, did you really think Homelander would keep to his word? No, this only meant that he had to act under your radar. Stealth was required now to feed his desire to be close to you always.

He let you think that he was taking a step back. Grudgingly let you resume your previous life though you found little comfort in the family you once lived with. Time with HL changed you. Everything you'd known about your life was an utter lie manufactured by Vought. The hero you'd adored was. . . a complicated creature that wasn't like the golden man on the tv.

HL will draft thousands of texts to you but hesitate on sending them to you. He'll break and send you at least a text every other day. Tolerable, you think. You didn't know that he'd be using his enhanced vision to watch you read them and gauge your reaction.

Now is the time that stalker HL comes out to play since he can't be caught or you really would never forgive him. He didn't want another fight. He hated fighting you. It fought against his natural instinct to protect you. Plus you packed a punch that actually bruised his ribcage making it difficult for him to breathe for the next two days.

Often on his patrol breaks (and when he knows you aren't home) he'll fly by your apartment just to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary. You know, checking your drawers just to reassure himself that you were taking care of yourself and doing your own laundry. Particularly your undergarments.

Careful not to leave a trace when he does these inspections. Never staying too long.

You're non the wiser when you return to your apartment although you do notice how you have to buy more underwear lately.

He likes to keep the clothes he's taken from you under his pillow. When he goes to bed he pulls them out from their hiding place and places it next to his face.

your absence in his own apartments is suffocatingly pronounce

he hates how quiet it is, hates how his room is so empty without you there

and grudgingly you miss his familiar presence too

Your bed is suddenly too large without Homelander laying next to you. You hated when he'd pull you close to his chest in the middle of the night, refusing to relinquish you even if you had to pee.

You find yourself actually missing him and fuck does that make you resent him more. He completely uprooted your life. Him and Vought.

When exactly did you starting hating him less to actual start contact with him? You hate that you cracked after three days of being away from Homelander. Three days and you missed him like you hadn't seen him in a week. Hell, you'd been stuck with him for close to two months before enough was enough. That time spent together, all that trauma bonding, was bound to leave it's mark on you.

Loathing the idea that you may have developed a degree of Stockholm Syndrome. You'd read about it in books and seen it played out hundreds of times on tv.

You're annoyed when you close your laptop after spending hours of research. Especially after encountering this little passage: "An alternative explanation suggests that being in a captive or abusive situation generates intense emotional dynamics. Over time, individuals may adapt their emotions and develop feelings of compassion towards their abuser, particularly when subjected to kindness."

For the most part, Homelander had been kind to you (except, ya'know the whole fucking kidnapping thing). There were definitely moments where he made you uncomfortable but overall his intentions weren't necessarily malicious.

You recall a few times when Homelander leaned in too close to you and you thought. . . well you thought he was going to kiss you. But wouldn't that be messed up? Why would he do that? You didn't quite understand those odd moments where it sounded- it sounded like he was in love with you. There was nothing familial about the way he'd eye you.

In a short amount of time Homelander had done so much damage to your mental health. You found yourself unable to be without him. Perhaps that was the cruelest thing he's done to you.

[latoyalestrange]

Reader is sad how HL boys comfort them please.

thanks for the request! i hope this makes you and everyone feel better if you're down right now.

how the hl boys would comfort you when you're sad

ominis, sebastian, and garreth x gn!reader (lmk if you'd like to see anyone else)

ominis

he would immediately notice something was wrong. even if you were trying to hide it, he can sense when you're not yourself.

"oh, love! are you alright? is something the matter? you can tell me."

he isn't the best at comforting people, mostly because he'd never been properly consoled by his family. but he would try everything to make you feel better.

"what do you need from me? i can listen, offer a solution, give you cuddles, maybe get you some of your favorite chocolates? oh, what about--"

if you said you wanted to be alone, he would understand, but he would definitely be worrying his head off about you for the rest of the day.

he'd check up on you before going to bed because he physically wouldn't be able to go to sleep without making sure you were okay first.

if you were crying when he saw you, he would just hold you until you were calm enough to speak.

depending on how upset you were, sometimes he would coach you on your breathing.

"deep breath in...and out. good, good job, baby. one more, okay?"

"don't apologize, darling, just breathe. tell me what happened."

he would hold your face and wipe your tears while you explained and just hold you afterward.

sebastian

if he found you crying he would instantly run up to you to ask you what was wrong.

"what happened? did someone hurt you? i swear, if leander was bothering you again, i'll destroy him."

seriously, he would be fuming if he found out someone made you cry. it was honestly a little scary the way his face twisted up and his eyes changed.

if that weren't the case and something else was bothering you, it would take a few tries, but he would eventually snap out of his trance to listen.

"oh, love. i'm so sorry, i thought...i'm sorry. are you okay? what can i do?"

he would be silent the entire time as you were explaining, listening intently and just holding your face with gentle hands.

seeing you cry absolutely crushed him. he had such a hard time not crying himself, and you could see it in the way he looked at you.

he would pepper kisses all over your face as he said everything you needed to hear.

"i'm so sorry you're feeling this way, my love. i wish i could take it all away. i wish i could take you away, away from it all. it kills me to see you this way, i hate it."

he would get a little choked up near the end as he pulled you into his tight embrace. he would rest his chin on top of your head, fully engulfing you in his strong arms.

garreth

if you weren't crying, he would notice something was off, but he wouldn't know you were feeling sad. he would honestly think you were upset at him.

"hey, what's that face for? did i do something to upset you?"

the look on his face nearly broke you. he looked like an injured puppy.

after you explained, he would feel terrible for assuming.

"oh, i'm sorry. that was rude of me. what can i do to make you feel better?"

he would smile at you gently and take your hand in his, squeezing comfortingly.

he's not the most emotionally mature person, so sometimes he would have a hard time being sympathetic to more complicated feelings. but he would try his very best to be understanding and make you feel better however he needed to.

"i'm so sorry, love. i wish everything wasn't so difficult. you don't deserve to feel this way."

after you were feeling a tad better from talking it through with him, he would try to make you laugh.

"there's that beautiful smile." he would press a loving kiss to your cheek. "i love you, okay? i'm here for you. you don't have to hide."

[rae-and-mezo]

How HL boys take care of reader while they are sick?

Ominis Gaunt:

Despite his many health issues due to his familie's family circle, Ominis has a very healthy immune system.

So he's not worried about catching whatever you have.

But he's still kinda grossed out by the idea of germs.

Of course he is there for you! Don't even worry about being alone, he's bringing you soup and water from the kitchens and making you tea for your throat. He'll bring you blankets or take them away, anything you need.

But if you're throwing up? He's supporting you from a distance. He'll rub your back when you are FOR SURE finished.

I don't think he will take the day off classes but he brings you your homework and if you're sick enough pretty much does it for you.

If you want, he reads to you in an attempt to keep you alert and not delirious

He'll hold your hand while sitting next to you, but doesn't initiate any kisses or cuddles. Honestly, he doesn't WANT any kisses or cuddles while you are sick but he knows you need comfort so one or two don't kill him.

Sebastian Sallow:

He's absolutely unbothered.

Especially after Anne became cursed, he has lots of experience with sick people. Sebastian is such a caregiver. Honestly, he kinda loves an opportunity to take care of you.

Will wash your face with a cool cloth every couple of hours, keep you up to date on potions, run you a hot bath when you need it, etc.

Does not care how sick you are. Nothing is his limit. Holds your hair back and rubs your back if you're throwing up, holding you close if you're delirious or emotional.

If you're sick for long enough he's hoisting you up and taking you outside for little bits at a time. Keeping your room clean and your windows open.

Much like Ominis, doesn't take a break from classes but spends his free period with you, lunch with you, brings you tea between classes.

Garreth Weasley:

Listen, man has like twenty siblings. Not really, but he has ALOT!

He is used to this. He's never really taken the caretaker role because his mother did that. When his siblings would get sick, he would run and grab things for his mom, bring them things on request etc.

So with you, he isn't used to putting his whole effort into caring for you. Of course he doesn't mind!

He's doing things he saw his mom doing, and brings you a concoction of "soothing" liquids. Tea, honey, lemon water, anything he can think of.

However, he does take the day off classes with an excuse that he stayed up to late and slept the whole day.

For the most part, he leaves you alone. Brings you your tea and changes out your forehead cloth, fluffs your pillow maybe, and leaves with a kiss on the forehead. Doesn't come back until either its time for a cloth change or you ask for him.

He can't skip classes forever, so he can only do it one day. If you're sick for longer than that, he will do his best to spend free time with you. He brings his dinner to come eat it with you.

Leander Prewitt:

Wants absolutely NOTHING to do with sickness. But he loves you, so, he can suffer.

Don't expect too much from him. He's such a germaphobe it isnt funny. He brings you tea and offers you a few stories about his day. He stays if you want him too but he isn't cut out to be a caretaker.

Oh man, imagine you fell asleep on him though! He sits beside you, a considerable distance mind you, but you sidle up to him and pass out on his shoulder.

He wants to be disgusted but you look ADORABLE and you trust him that much to snuggle him while you're asleep? It melts him.

After a bit though, He gently wriggles out from under you and makes sure you're comfortable on your pillow. Then he uses a few quick cleaning spells and leaves with a reassuring squeeze to your hand.

Amit Thakkar

Like Ominis, is a germaphobe but chill about it.

When he hears from a dormmate that you're sick, he runs into your dorm with breakfast and eats it with you.

He's so sympathetic. Every sniffle hurts him :(.

Amit is an only child, and his parents had never been real sick. So he doesn't know exactly what to do, but he tries.

He brushes the knots out of your hair and does what he can. Amit would never miss a day of classes, but he's a little behind because he takes notes for you. They're EXTREMELY detailed, explaining everything so that you won't be confused between gaps.

He makes you eat something and if you throw it up, he is grossed the hell out but supportive. Like, rubs your back but is looking away and trying not to breathe through his nose.

He's just so sweet, and when you're better sits you down for a tutoring session so he can go over what you missed. Even though he didn't need too with the notes he took.

[acotarfrustrations]

An ongoing list of ACOWAR grievances I'm keeping track of while I read (because there's too many to make a post about all of them) pt. 2

I'm on chapter 15 now and feeling the urge to complain again so here we go

1) the writing is way too overdramaticized. Like every other paragraph is some remixed version of feyre going "I wondered whether it would be eggs or bacon for breakfast. But when I looked at Rhys I realized that he was giving me my own choice. My mate, my high lord. In our home. With our family. Every thing was always my choice" and its CONSTANT, LIKE OH MY GOD GIRL SHUT UP

2) every thing about Lucien's plotlineand the elain mating thing. I HATE this subplot with a PASSION

3) feyre immediately fucking rhys when she got back instead of going to see her sisters

4) feyre and rhysand acting like they've ben separated for forty centuries instead of a month

5) the contradictions about how the high lord thing works. Like it was established that its a government position given to you through basically fate and being chosen by the cauldron or whatever which is why siblings kill each other for a chance for the throne and yet they just went to a priestess and swore feyre in as high lady?? It makes her title not feel real like it's purely ceremonial. It doesn't even make sense that she would be able to be HL of the night court as she has no more ties to that court than she does any other court. Is it because she's mated to Rhys? I don't understand the HL lord at all, it just keeps changing

6) the fact that Feyre, Rhys, and Cassian tell Lucien about their tragic backstories and everything that's happened to feyre at the NC and he just immediately does a Feyre™️. Like he's suddenly "Oh yeah you had a horrible childhood and took feyre into your found family without letting her explore relationships outside of the IC, that totally makes up for all the evil shit THAT IVE SEEN YOU DO WITH MY OWN 2 EYES. wow i cant believe youre not evil even though you killed 50 winter court children and sexually assaulted your mate and mind raped her constantly to get her to like you"

7) the way they're treating Nesta. It has been a MONTH since she was stolen from her home, brought amongst a race that she is terrified of and THAT ENSLAVED HER PEOPLE, and was forcefully turned into ONE OF THEM and the IC is acting like she's being unreasonable for not wanting to talk to them or to mate with Cassian. WHY THE HELL WOULD SHE EVEN BE THINKING ABOUT CASSIAN RIGHT NOW?? WHY THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO FEEL BAD FOR HIM? Instead of him worrying about how his mate is doing regardless of his own comfort he's like WOE IS ME, SHE DOESNT WANT TO FUCK ME?????? GET OVER IT ASSHOLE?? WHY IS FEYRE EVEN LETTING CASSIAN COME NEAR HER AND ANTAGONIZE HER?? DOESNT SHE LOVE TO FLAUNT HER HL STATUS AROUND?? THIS IS THE TIME TO USE IT, PROTECT YOUR GODDAMN SISTER FROM HIM? ITS SO OBVIOUS THAT SHE DOESNT GIVE NEARLY AS MUCH OF A SHIT ABOUT NESTA AS SHE DOES ELAIN!!

8) the fact that sjm didn't keep cassian's wings shredded. Him learning to live with that would have been a badass character development but now sjm doesn't want me to have good things

9) the mating bond in general. I think it could be a potentially good plot device but no one ever employs it well and sjm is definitely the most egregious with it

10) the fact that the ic never gave consequences for their fucking actions. Feyre dies in acotar? Turn her into a fey and give her ALL of their powers. Stealing a precious artifact that they didn't even end up needing and getting a bounty on their head in the summer court and then getting that court invaded? That's fine because feyre is SOOO brave and says things that are common fucking sense which makes her SOOOO smart so we obviously need her as an ally so we'll just rescind the blood rubies. Getting the spring court sacked? That's fine we didn't like them anyway. Rhys and feyre's bond gets snapped? Well they didn't know about our super secret mating bond that is actually the only thing that gives our characters chemistry so we still like each other. Rhys causes irreparable damage to every court for 50 years and kills 50 kids? Well that's fine he was being held hostage and hey! We don't know he actually killed those kids 😡 Feyre, a 20 year old girl who's been fae for like 6 months and training for even less goes up against thousands of years old beings? She beats them effortlesslessly! Rhys gets sexually assaulted for 50 years! Well he planned all of it so it has no negative consequences on him. Cassian gets his wings shredded? Well he worked really hard and they're fixed now 🥰. Rhys FUCKING DIES?? Well that's no problem, tamlin can just resurrect him, nvm the fact that there's no reason why he WOULD. like no harrowing situation is ever interesting cause we all know sjm isn't actually going to do anything to the ic

11) "my mate" STOP SAYING IT PLS IM BEGGING

12) "males and females" STOP SAYING IT PLS IM BEGGING pt. 2

[lilacwisps]

Can I have HL's crew's (the boys and the girls pls) reaction to f!MC telling them: "Please stop looking so damn kissable; we still need to get through the rest of this function" (the function being some formal event, like the Yule Ball or smth)

Sure, nonnie, why not 💜

These ones are for Ominis, Sebastian, Garreth, Amit, Poppy, and Natty, let me know if you wanted anyone else included. This assumes they are in an established relationship with MC.

Ominis: 

He's a little surprised by MC being so forward, though not unpleasantly so. He'd lie if he said being desired by her doesn't make it feel as though fire runs through his veins.

He'll try to keep his composure as best as he can, of course. 

"Have patience, dear, the evening will be ours soon enough."

If he's feeling mischievous, he might tease MC a little about her words - all to test her self-control. 

Ominis tries not to dwell on just how delightful MC's words make him feel - and fools exactly no one as he can't stop smiling and holding MC close for the remainder of the evening. 

Sebastian: 

He'll be so smug about it - he loves to be the center of MC's attention, and if all she can think about is kissing him, then clearly, he's the only thing on her mind. 

The admission is definitely an ego stroke for Sebastian. 

If he's in the mood to tease, he'll respond, "I don't think I will - let's see just how long you can keep your hands to yourself."

The joke is on Sebastian, however, as patience has never been his strong suit, and now that MC mentioned kissing, that's all he can think about as well. 

Will try to sneak a few small kisses while they are still at the event, but that won't make things better, only worse - now he wants to kiss her properly even more. And at that point, he'll be looking for any and all excuses to leave the event. 

"If we sneak out now, I don't think anyone will notice. And I just so happen to know the perfect place where we can get some privacy."

Garreth: 

A little flushed when he hears the confession - Garreth's super affectionate with MC, but he doesn't usually discuss it, at least not this openly. 

He's tempted, very much so. Most definitely way more tempted than he should be, given that Professor Weasley is chaperoning the event. The frowned glare his aunt gives him makes it feel as though she can read his mind. 

Still tempted but knows better at that point. 

If MC tries to give him a small, chaste kiss, he will stop her. 

"I don't think we should."

    "Why not?"

    "Because after one kiss, I'll inevitably want to kiss you again and again and again - and I've already promised to try and not to get us into trouble, at least today."

Looks like it's MC's turn to blush now. 

Amit: 

Instantly flushed and flustered and at a loss for words. He loves MC, of course, he does, and they have been together for a little while, but he's just not used to all this forwardness. 

He just stares at MC for a moment, wide-eyed and in awe, as warmth rises in his cheeks. No one has ever said anything like this to him before. 

"I...I'm sorry," is all he mumbles once he's able to speak. 

Amit won't stop blushing for the remainder of the evening. 

When MC insists that they should leave early, he readily agrees. He might be easily flustered, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to kiss her just as much. 

Natty: 

Natty is rather observant, so she suspects MC has something on her mind when she catches MC staring intently at her face. She doesn't quite expect the confession that comes next, however. 

"Oh my."

Natty definitely feels her face warm up, but overall she keeps her composure pretty well. 

She'd be lying if she said that MC's words don't make her feel all warm and fuzzy inside and don't send her heart beating just a tiny bit faster. 

She leans in and presses a light kiss on MC's cheek before pulling away with a sweet, soft smile that promises more kisses to come once they are done with the event. 

Poppy: 

Poppy would blush at MC's words, but at the same time, somehow, be completely unaware of just how much she's blushing. 

She definitely doesn't miss the opportunity to tell MC that if she'd agreed to skip the event and head to the Forbidden Forest as they originally planned, she'd be getting her wish then. 

 "You know, if we were out looking for the Phoenix, we could be doing just that right now."

Still thinks it's adorable that MC is so blunt about wanting to kiss her. 

Poppy can hardly wait until the evening ends - but now the late-night excursion to the Forbidden Forest isn't the only thing she's looking forward to. 

[ask-elland-n-will]

I'm greedy and want to know everything, but:

4) in a modern au, would your mc use social media? what would their preferred platform be? why is if their preferred one?

23) when designing your mc, why did you choose the appearance you did? has it changed at all since you first made them? would you change anything now?

🤓💜

[4. 🦊 Oh, you just know Will would be all over it! Everything! TikTok, Insta, Twitter... Perhaps not as much Facebook but he'd have an official William Abbott page, along with LinkedIn. Of course he had a MySpace back in the day and is secretly running a Tumblr blog with all his fandom obsessions. Well, not secretly from friends cause it's not like he's ashamed. I see him using Twitter the most since he always has so much to say!

🌙 Elland is more reserved, he doesn't really have any interest in sharing his life online. Most of the pictures of him probably are on Will's Instagram anyway, he always finds the best angles. He is prone to doomscrolling late at night when he cannon sleep. I can't decide one the platform. Let's say Will got him addicted to TikTok.

🌸 Lilith, being an exchange student, still uses a lot of Russian media. She doesn't really care for Instagram and influencers, she's into really niche communities. Probably is the kind of person to still go to forums (she likes the vibe) and can spend hours of Reddit and Discord.

🔥 Cyrus is into pretty things, so Instagram + Pinterest moodboards (Will probably does that, too). Goes to Reddit for firework related stuff, probably created a few popular threads with how obsessed he is. Not a TikTok person but can casually scroll through Twitter and absolutely has some NSFW tumblr somewhere. The Female-Presenting Nipple Ban back in 2018 hurt him deep.

5. 🦊 William was fully created in HL. I needed slick hair that a good boy would wear. And I love gingers. Freckles — a must. Eyes — usually I would've gone for green-green but it felt like some variety this time, so it's a warm kind of green, close to hazel at the center. Basically I was creating a stereotypical cute redhead I've always wanted to see. His appearance didn't change, apart from me drawing him a bit differently now. And I'm not opposed to him letting his hair fall freely in the mornings and before bed, as well as making it a bit naturally curlier when he doesn't style his hair for classes.

🌙 Elland suffered due to how meh HL hairstyles were, nothing fit his DnD version. I think the style I have for him now is somewhat in the middle, I don't make it as straight as in the game but he still isn't slicking them back as in DnD. But he was in his 20s in DnD and needed to look presentable. Him in HL is more relaxed and casual.

Another thing that changed were his moles. I still like his og design with moles more, but HL didn't have them in the right spots... So I went with light freckles. Now when I draw, I try to out his moles back on: 2 on the right side of his chin, 1 above his left eyebrow, 1 below his right eye, and one on his left cheek not too far from the mouth.

🌸 Lilith was somewhat based on me: I had pink hair at some point, and even this haircut, same with eyes. She has a mole, like I do (although I have way more beauty marks). She is strong because I wanted to be strong. Nothing really changed in her appearance.

🔥 Cyrus was a fire genasi in DnD, his skin was unnatural pink, eyes had red/orange iris and even the black at the center wasn't black but had a bright halo-like outline, and his hair looked a bit like the firecrackers are playing in it. I had to tone is down for HL, of course, but that's why making him a metamorphmagus was important to me in rp: I could explain his really bright hair and red eyes.]

[deliciouskeys]

Butchlander are answering the Valentine’s 25 asks

* first date: describe your ideal first date.

BB: We meet at a racetrack, I stare at him across the way and drink a beverage with his face on it.

HL: … What? Oh, that. That wasn’t a date.

BB: it was to me.

HL: I prefer visiting his house and having a bitch session.

* first kiss: what’s the best way to be kissed?

BB: fast, hard and spontaneous

HL: what he said.

* preference: sexuality? what’s your ‘type’?

BB: I like cunts.

HL: I like people who have no fear. So, brave or stupid.

* blush: what could someone do this valentine’s to make you feel special?

BB: Give me head.

HL: Tell me I’m enough.

BB: That’s sad, mate.

HL: Does that mean you’re going to say it to me? *dares to hope*

BB: Nah.

* hand holding: do you like pda?

BB: fuck no

HL: fuck YES

* family: how important is your family’s approval of your s.o.?

BB: The Boys are my family and I don’t want to scare little Hughie. Plus I’d be setting a bad example. I’m not telling them.

HL: All my parental figures are gone. Except one. But he’s not going to approve of anyone, so idc.

* doves: what’s the most romantic thing someone’s done for you?

HL: Enthusiastically agreed to scorch the earth with me 🥰

BB: He keeps making all these over the top gestures, but honestly when he made me tea even though he doesn’t drink it.

* love hearts: where were you when you met your crush?

BB: A Vought Christmas party 💀

HL: I said I love that accent but I hated it

BB: do you still?

HL: occasionally. When I can’t make out what you’re saying.

BB: he speaks “perfect American”, of course.

HL: I do! They coached me to enunciate.

* candy: favourite thing to eat on a date?

HL: I have recently discovered the existence of dulce de leche

BB: anything with chopsticks because I love watching his xenophobic ass struggle

* 100th date: would you prefer to stay in or go out this valentine’s?

HL: Stay in, the restaurants are crowded and paps are looking for photo opps.

BB: Nothing to add to that.

* roses: do you like picnic dates?

HL: Have we had one? I thought you British people loved picnics.

BB: He knows so much about the UK 🙄

* giggle: what’s more important in an s.o.: intelligence or humour?

BB: Humor for me, obviously, because this guy dresses like a clown.

HL: Certainly not intelligence, as you can see from this guy’s jokes.

* lace: who looks best in your favourite colour?

BB: My favorite color is black and I don’t think he’s ever worn black in his life, so me.

HL: My favorite color is blue, and I doubt he’s ever worn navy blue in his life. So me.

* cupid: have you ever been set up? have you ever set anyone else up? how did it go?

HL: Yes, they made me date Maeve for the points. It was awesome.

BB: Nope.

* lovebirds: at what point in a relationship would you make it ‘public’?

HL and BB (in unison): Immediately / Never

HL: What was that?

BB: You heard me.

HL: Well it takes two to keep a secret, but only one person to go public.

* love knots: would you like to forget the person you shared your first kiss with?

BB: Some girl in elementary school. I don’t want to forget, but I don’t remember her name. Jenny?

HL: They made me practice with Vought employees around the time I turned 18. Yes, I’d like to forget.

BB: Uh, wow, me too. Forget what you just said, that is.

* promise ring: who do you see yourself being with in two years?

HL: I’ll either be with him, or he’ll be dead

BB: Care to elaborate?

HL: I’m just saying the most likely outcomes, nothing ominous.

* ballad: best love song?

BB: Wannabe

HL: The one that goes “not gonna write you a love song cause you asked…”

BB: You mean from that Bareilles bird?

HL: Probably. What. Why’re you laughing. Yours is a spice girl song.

BB: Cause you’re actually serious.

* aphrodite: how important are looks?

HL: Important.

BB: Important I guess. 😒

* angel: do you like ‘bad boys’ or sweethearts more?

BB: America’s sweetheart, bad boy behind closed doors and between the sheets.

HL: I am not a bad boy in any setting or capacity. But I’m apparently drawn to date them.

* harp: have you ever written a poem for a crush?

BB: *laughs shaking his head in disbelief at the question*

HL: Why would I? Pearls before swine.

* red: where will you be spending february 14th?

HL: Probably doing superhero duties, rescuing suicidal incels and the like.

BB: Watching him doing his bullshit work on the news.

* love notes: who was your last valentine? where are they now?

HL: My last valentine before him was an invalid. She… ended up dying.

BB: My last one was in 2011. *grim*

* flowers: what’s the best romantic gift to give someone?

BB: Sometimes a good old punch in the teeth. Or a spanking to set them straight.

HL: I gave him a dose of Compound V to use and he tried to return it to Vought for retail value cash.

* st. valentine: what are your hopes for love this year?

BB: For him to stop being a cunt.

HL: To have the person I’m dating still be alive at the end of the year.

[hlficlibrary]

HL FIC LIBRARY ✤ AUTHOR REC

AO3:  wildestdreams 

Tumblr: @thelavendrhaze

STATS:

✤ Number of fics: 22

✤ Posting Since: 2013

TOP 5 FICS:

1️⃣ don't make this easy (i want you to mean it) (E, 24k)

“Harry’s a player. All he does is chat everyone up. And guys like him are just--so ugh. He’s got that arrogant, self-assured smirk plastered to his face all the time. Always smug and stupid, like he could get anyone he lays his eyes on. All he does is make me mad and laugh all the time like he knows something that I don’t. That is so annoying.”

“But that’s just Harry,” Niall shrugged at Louis. “He doesn’t even try to flirt or anything. He’s just naturally charming, but that doesn’t mean he’s a player nor that he’s trying to get into everyone's pants. He’s just friendly. And he likes you. He doesn’t usually fall for people, but he fell for you.”

“Oh, should I feel special then?” Louis asked, snorting and rolling his eyes.

or Harry’s a frat boy who is head over heels for Louis and Louis wants nothing to do with him.

2️⃣ nobody shines the way you do (E, 115k)

“We might as well just date.”

Harry froze in his arms, his body stilled as he slowly lifted his head up at Louis to give him the most confused expression he’d ever worn. Louis literally wanted to fuck him into the next century. “What?” Harry asked. “Are you--.”

“No,” Louis said, shaking his head before Harry could go far with that idea and trap Louis into confessing his own feelings. “I mean...like I think I have a plan?”

“A plan?” Harry said slowly. “A plan other than me going to Peter’s tomorrow and groveling for hours; maybe even days?”

The thought of Harry doing that made Louis’ skin burn, but he schooled his expression well and nodded swiftly. “There will be no groveling. Well, there will be, but not on your end.”

or Louis pretends to be Harry’s boyfriend to help him win back his douchebag ex-boyfriend, but things don’t go according to plan.

3️⃣ please don't be in love with someone else (E, 18k)

Harry ran after Niall, out the door, pausing at the doorway, realizing he was only in his boxer briefs and yelled out, “Niall! You forgot your lunch.”

Just as Niall paused from all the way down the hall, the door opposite theirs opened and the hottest boy Harry had ever seen walked out, eyes widening when he spotted a half naked Harry.

Harry was so fixated upon the boy across from him, who was staring right back with his mouth now hanging open, he’d missed it when Niall bounded back towards him and grabbed the lunch before popping a kiss on his cheek and leaving again. The kiss snapped Harry out of his daze and he let out a breathy laugh as the pretty boy walked out furthermore, closing his door behind him. He gave Harry a small smile back, raising his eyebrows in amusement while looking down past Harry’s waist and then back up.

or The one where Harry and Louis are neighbors and there's a lot of overthinking, misunderstandings, Backstreet Boys sing alongs, embarrassing moments in the hallway, and pining. They somehow still make it work.

4️⃣ speak now or forever hold your peace (E, 23k)

“So, Louis is getting married.”

Zayn just blinked at him and gave a single nod in response to Harry’s sudden topic change.

“That’s all?” Harry asked. “That’s all you’ve got to say about it? Louis is getting married and all you do is nod your head?”

“What do you want me to say?” Zayn burst out laughing. “I didn’t realize that Louis was someone we still talked about.”

“He’s not,” Harry said firmly. “But right now --.” Harry let out a shaky breath and ran a hand through his hair. “Louis is getting married, okay? And he sent everyone an invitation -- he let everyone know -- but me.”

or, the one where Harry crashes Louis’ wedding. (A Love, Rosie AU)

5️⃣ you are in love (E, 270k)

The one where there’s late night coffee runs with deep conversations, lots of frat parties with cute frat boys, TV show references, numerous social network interactions, first kisses in the rain and a slow burn love story between two unlikely people.

HIDDEN GEM:

💎 go ahead, rip my heart out if that's what love's all about (E, 65k)

Nobody really understood Harry and Louis. Not even Louis. But for Louis, the world began and ended with Harry, and there were certain things he just wasn’t capable of explaining.

or A NorCal AU where Louis is the town troublemaker and everyone hates him except for Harry.

[ae-neon]

Hi there! I've just discovered you work "The House of Mirrors" and I am loving your writing, and the idea of Nesta x Rhys. May I ask what draws you towards the Rhysta ship?

I've found it to be a really intriguing ship when looked into with insight, and it's sad to see that it's immediately dismissed as "oh Nesta will go Amarantha on Rhys, it will be another abusive relationship" etc

Sorry for not answering this ask sooner, I am on mobile 99.99% of the time and my asks always get buried for some reason. Also, my grammar and language spelling will be inconsistent, Tumblr keeps correcting my spelling to American EN

and it's sad to see that it's immediately dismissed as "oh Nesta will go Amarantha on Rhys, it will be another abusive relationship" etc

honestly not even gonna touch on this because whoever thinks that is so set on being against this pair that they've clearly deconstructed parts of their brain. No one is forcing them to ship it and they're going as far as to imply SA?? not someone to be entertained or taken seriously

so why Rhysta? hmm, I think I've posted about it somewhere, but my tagging is so terrible I wouldn't be surprised if it was lost forever

Firstly, I'm gonna be transparent in just preferring Nesta as a character to Feyre.

Feyre isn't terrible (most of the time) but she's pretty generic and inconsistent (and wildly offensive sometimes) but tbh, for the most part, I'm not anti-Feyre, just anti the way sjm uses her

Honestly, I would have preferred to read an ACOSF that centered around Feyre being HL, becoming a Valkyrie, doing the blood rite etc. than what we got in canon.

all this to say that even though I am a Nesta fan, my interest in this ship isn't rooted in hating Feyre

let's get into it

the first reasons are things that I see as tying Nesta and Rhys together so things like:

I prefer likeness in pairs as opposed to opposites. and funnily enough, 'like calls to like' is a sort of rule in the magic system. despite how I might disagree with what's given in canon, when we are first introduced to Rhysand, we're given the impression of someone who is more brains than brawn - and Nesta is characterised in the same way certain parts of the writing reflect a connection: Night and Death, both seem to have the most direct personal conflict with the KoH, both are willing to sacrifice their bodies for those they want to protect things like this are common in other characters too, but not in the same way. Feyre is also a character that sacrifices herself for other, and so is Cassian, but the latter two have a streak of selflessness to them. they would die for people they don't know. Rhysand and Nesta's brand of sacrifice is much more personal Nesta having unique mind powers, a strong connection to Illyria and it's magic and the magic in the NC (she literally makes his childhood home come to life and magic tied to the land is a trait of High Lord/Lady magic) it would have been poetic if they belonged to Feyre to show fate/the mating bond always meant for her to be with Rhys. But they belong to Nesta. Why I also just think Nesta's character and temperament are more suited to politics. She's stubborn, but she's also the type of person who listens and learns and judges people off their character rather than if they are 'on her side' Things like her being more mature and raised to thrive somewhere like the Hewn City add to this

the second reasons are reasons I dislike the canon pairings that would be either not applicable or severely lessened in rhysta

I am not a fan of Hades x Persephone (F.eysand) I despise The Taming of the Shrew (N.essian) Enemies to Lovers is only real when they can hate each other equally, a big power imbalance turns one party into a victim The power imbalance cannot be solved by making a 19 y.o with ptsd an overpowered fae with no experience or agency but, for example, if Rhys had to contend with a stubborn and somewhat uncooperative human - in a land he can't waltz around in, with a mind he can't enter and being the party that needs her help - suddenly there's a much more even playing field. Cassian is pushy and flirty in a way that involves a lot of physical intimidation and boundary crossing, that shit is not cute. in fact, in the canon Wings and Ember excerpt, Cassian crowding Nesta against the fireplace makes her think of Tomas Mandray, the man who almost assaulted her. there are ways around it like being close cause you're dancing or sparing but Nesta isn't a fighter (acosf can fuck off) and Cassian doesn't know how to dance. they're completely mismatched Feyre is naive and insecure in a way that makes her easy to manipulate. like I know a lot of people find the CoN scene sexy but it had been weeks, maybe two or three months, since she'd non-consensually been in that position for real UtM. Nesta might have been convinced to put on a show by dancing or wearing something a little provocative by her standards but that wouldnt have been something that directly mirrored a trauma of hers. I think, politically the handling of the Summer Court sets the tone for the abject failure of F.eysand as a political team. Nesta would have trusted Tarquin. She handled herself well (at the cost of her pride) at the High Lord's meeting.

im sure there's more

but again, this isnt really at the cost of Feyre being the protagonist especially of book1, there are things Feyre does that I don't think Nesta could or would. just that book2 might have had more povs or something

this also takes the approach of Rhys being a slightly different character than in canon, one more like what we were promised and one slightly more suited to Nesta

but that's literally what love interest characters are. they aren't supposed to become the centre around which the protagonist and plot now revolve

anyways,

I'm so glad you read and enjoyed House of Mirrors!!! please don't be shy to drop me another ask

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Your fav canon HL h/c moment?? 😁😁

oh my friend…strap the fuck in because i’m about to answer this very simple question in a way you didn’t ask for but will be subjected to because i have nobody else to talk about it with oops

short answer: it’s harry running off stage to get louis a cough drop, because i see it as a domestic and sweet gesture that shows how loved and known louis is by harry

long answer: it’s harry running off stage to get louis a cough drop, because i believe it’s an anti-proof interaction that demonstrates the love these real people had for each other at the time, whether it was romantic or platonic. now welcome to my goddamn ted talk

so objectively, larry aside, my understanding is:

louis goes directly to harry after staring him down to get his attention doesn’t work. he doesn’t even look at anyone else, he zeroes in on harry. harry doesn’t hesitate to dart off stage and get something for louis, and it seems he might’ve even been prepared for it. louis looks nervous both times harry leaves, which could be for any number of reasons, and the way he did a double-take over his shoulder three times after harry ran off the second time makes me wonder what was said (and i’ve wondered enough to write a fic about it, so if anyone can lip read and tell me what they said, let me know)

so here’s my pitch (not that i think you specifically need convincing, considering you’re in the silly little inbox of Me, a known larry enthusiast):

larry or not, we can see in that moment it was harry that louis specifically sought out to either

1. ask him for something (which was done without question) because he knew he could rely on harry for help, or

2. say something to harry that elicited a gesture of care which louis wasn’t necessarily seeking but seemed to need

that moment wasn’t crafted for us, so there’s no reason to not take it for what it was. it was a moment of vulnerability and kindness. they were ‘caught’ showing trust in and care for each other in the most public setting, and i feel like it says something about their unique and genuine connection. which could be platonic or romantic!

some people may say i’m cherry-picking, but i’d have the same thoughts about loving gestures between any of the boys. platonic human connections are allowed to be tender and intimate and loving! people can love and be loved without a romantic connection! whether harry and louis were in love or not, you can’t see that and tell me they didn’t have real love for each other at the very least. however, given the context…idk seems very domestic and husband-coded to me, but what do i know lol i’m just some gay little freak on the internet

so all that’s to say yeah it’s when harry gave louis a cough drop on stage. i thought that was nice of him

[whoreforlarrystuff]

I know you said it gives you ick.. please bear with me..regarding the post about open relationship.. I always think about it, how does it work, I mean they are away from each for better part of the year even if they're in relationship(hope they are).. Louis does not let on much but harry oh god harry made it very clear it's his most favourite thing to do( when he said performing on stage is the second favourite thing).. so do you think that he'll not look for somewhere else??? I mean I don't get the logistics of it.. and feel we idolize them way too much and they think they are in monogamous relationship since 16.. when harry sang 'woke up the girl who looked just like you, I almost said your name' like what, people think they were having Tea party??

But also what contradicts my thoughts is that.. HL are extremely jealous people.. they don't show on their faces anymore but louis was pissed because harry touched liam's ear..LIAM. so it makes me wonder how a person like him would agree for an open relationship just to be with that person and not say bye bye to the relationship and going through all the trouble.. we see many people call it quits because of long distance.. 🙃

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Hi Love!

So I do think that we have lots of proof that they don’t go long without seeing each other- I know that we as a fandom like to joke about the 2 week rule for Harry and Louis- but often times, their schedules line up in a way that it kinda makes sense?

I think that people assume that just because someone enjoys sex, means they have to be having it with other people? Plenty of people are in long distance relationships and enjoy sex, and they don’t sleep with other people. We’re in a technology age- we have phone sex, video sex, all kinda of sex toys that allow for long distance sex etc. personally, I don’t think they’re in an open relationship, in part because of how jealous we saw them be during the 1D days.

Of course, that doesn’t mean that things haven’t changed since then- but I do think that they’re still in a monogamous relationship. The way that H talks about relationships isn’t someone who isn’t in a committed relationship with one person for a very long time.

I think H and Lou have been through so much as a couple, that they know they can do it- and the things that H says lately show someone who’s done the work to remain committed in his relationship, someone who’s been to therapy & had struggles, but that they’ve emerged on the other side stronger together.

These two don’t write the songs they do, for us to question the validity & strength of their relationship.

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

What about meeting Ryan meeting HL sister???

I can imagine both of them would be in good terms, MC didn't mention THAT much about her brother because she didn't know how Ryan would react or if he would believe her so she keep quiet but she did answer his question honestly whenever he ask the most surprised one is about Billy Butcher, it went something like this:

Ryan: soo did Butcher ever cheated??

MC: what? What do you mean??

Ryan:well mom did mention a few times both you and butcher in a good way but not that much and Dad (aka Homelander) doesn't like Butcher, soo i did have my theory.

MC: well it's complicated, but he didn't cheated nor i didn't, but both of us were young when we're dating ....

Ryan notice that both Butcher and MC we're so much in love, even when Ryan asks Butcher when mentioned or asks about MC he see it how much both of them care about each other.

Ryan: then why did you break up?? If you love him so much?

MC: well both your father and my father is quite..... Protective specially John (aka Homelander) when they both found out about it they would either kill him or scare him off or worse

Ryan: wait what?....

MC:I Know!! But i did manage to convince them to stop them, i didn't want to and Butcher didn't wanted too but for his safety we did break up.

Ryan: .... I am sorry that i ask auntie

MC: don't worry about it kid we're good now i am happy to help and answer your question.

Ryan:did you and butcher got back together??

MC: oh i don't know ....

She look at him with a shy smile and melancholic.

(yes they have , even though Butcher show many times his affection to her she's still doubting herself)

Sorry for the spam and all , hope you don't mind 😅😅

I think Ryan will see mc as a substitute mother figure. He'll probably find it slightly weird the similarities between you and Becca (i mean, butcher definitely has a type 😂😂) honestly ryan is the number one butcherxyou shipper. He thinks if you guys really get back together that there may be a chance for him to have an actual family. When he sees you and Butcher sitting side by side, he can't help but think of what could be.

Ryan is so smart for his age that he picks up on how tender Butcher's voice becomes when he thinks the two of you are alone (ryan peeping around the corner).

You definitely feel responsible for him after learning what your brother Homelander did to Becca. HL wants visitation rights? Yeah, that ain't gonna fly by you.

Mama bear mode activated and you ain't even his mom 😂 you're not letting your toxic ass family near him.

If you have custody of Ryan when SB returns, oh, you're even more on edge to protect your lil nephew. (i personally think sb favors you and ryan bc the both of you have his features: dark hair and light colored eyes)

And from your stories, Ryan is not really excited to meet his grandpa 😬

also. . .

you: dad can you not do drugs right in front of ryan.

sb: ah honey, stop sheltering the kid. you're gonna raise him as one of these millennial pussies i've been hearing about.

ryan: 😶