#hope this is enjoyable.. i very much enjoy this hc and accept it immediately

[bloodkeep-escape]

bloodkeep 🥰🥰 i do like to think about markus like. as a pirate "saving" those in the realm of the light who are seen as undesirable and bringing them back to sokhbarr <3 obvi he doesn't use the word save but is like "i kidnapped them from their homes" but they're never hurt. their "keepers" or parents may be tho <3

hey i love this so much. wrote a short fic because i love it so much actually

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"You're coming with me now."

The man who stood in front of them was... terrifying, and Seven could feel their whole body shaking. He was tall, with lithe muscles, wild black hair, and a gold skull mask covering his face, and he was holding a curved sword that glinted in the moonlight and dripped with red.

Seven knew they couldn't do anything about this, even if they wanted to- they hadn't had anything to drink in two days, and anything to eat in longer than that, and they honestly were struggling just to stay standing in the corner of the barn they had been sleeping in for the past few months. "What do you want?" they asked, voice scratchy with disuse and thirst.

The man tilted his head, looking them up and down, and Seven tried to stand up as straight as they could. "I told you," he said, "I'm taking you with me."

"Oh," Seven said, and they weren't even surprised. "M... my parents finally hired someone to get rid of me?"

"No," the man said, and then he laughed, and Seven was expecting the sound to be harsh and frightening, but it was bright, almost musical. "No, your parents didn't hire me."

Seven suddenly remembered the red on the man's sword.

"They put you here, didn't they?"

Slowly, Seven nodded. "They said I'm cursed," they said, "because of something I did, maybe, or something I'm going to do? That's why I look the way I do, and why... why I'm not really their child, and why no one else is allowed to see me."

The man nodded, sharp and quick, like Seven was just confirming something he already knew. "Right. Come on, then." He gestured out the door of the barn with that wicked sword of his, and Seven knew that they would be going with him, one way or another.

Still, they hesitated. "Where are we going?"

The man's face was hidden behind that golden, shining mask, but somehow, Seven still knew that he was smiling. "Have you ever been to Gorgar?"

~~

Sokhbarr was busy with the wargs, the less sentient kind, when one of his assistants came and told him that Markus was back from another expedition out of Gorgar. J'er'em'ih trotted after him gladly as he moved towards the door of the wildlife sanctuary, shelter, and medical wing they had constructed from the remnants of the beast pits.

Markus stood waiting with a... a figure at his side. Humanoid, mostly, but their limbs were just a little bit too long, their mouth stretched a little too wide, their teeth a little too sharp, their proportions just not quite human. They trailed behind Markus, looking around the sanctuary while clearly trying to appear like they weren't looking around the sanctuary.

"Sokhbarr!" Markus called, and the figure looked over, their eyes immediately going wide.

"Welcome back, Markus," Sokhbarr said, pulling Markus into a hug that made the other man laugh.

"Acting like it's been years since you've seen me," he said, clapping Sokhbarr on the shoulder and stepping back, and Sokhbarr could hear the grin in his voice. "Anyway, I want you to meet Seven. Stole them away from their home, one of those small villages in Elna. Their parents had shoved them into the barn, if you can believe it."

The figure- Seven?- kept sneaking glances at Sokhbarr, without quite looking at him.

"Seven, huh?" Sokhbarr asked. "Interesting name."

"Seventh born," the figure said, voice soft. "Never got a real name."

Sokhbarr raised an eyebrow. "Well, if you're going to be helping me in the sanctuary, you'll have to choose a name at some point. No rush, of course, but whenever you pick one."

Seven blinked, looking up at him for the first time. "Help you... what?"

"In the sanctuary," Sokhbarr said, gesturing around and behind him. "We take in all sorts of creatures, from Gorgar and from all of Elna, and we give them a place to live, and some help, if they need it. It's a big job, so sometimes Markus... finds people to help me."

"If you want to," Markus interrupted. "We can find other work for you here, if you'd prefer something else."

"Some of the animals back home were the only ones who didn't seem frightened of me," Seven said, looking around again. "There was a cow, one time, that was born not-quite-right, so they threw her into the barn with me, and I kept her safe." They paused, and then smiled, the first one Sokhbarr had seen from them. "I'd like to help."

Sokhbarr grinned at Markus, and then at Seven. "Well then," he said, "welcome to the bloodkeep."

[luvyanfei]

anon said. how about fluffy hcs with xiao, zhongli and xingqui taking their s/o out on a first date?

XIAO.

he already finds it difficult just to ask you to hold him without losing his cool, so how can he possibly bring up the idea of inviting you on a date? actually, he probably never knew the word ‘date’ even existed until he heard a passing couple staying over at wangshu inn dreamily talking about how they wish they could go to see the lantern rite festival in liyue harbor together for their first date. a first date, huh? now that he thinks about it, xiao never did properly try to court you, did he? it was always you who approached him first, who held your hand out to him, who confessed that you love him. you’re already giving so much dedication in this relationship. it’s the least he can do to return your affections, not just because he’s feeling a bit indebted, but because he’s your lover. unfortunately, being the awkward yaksha that he is, xiao overthinks the situation and complicates it more than he should.

every chance he gets is blown up by his anxiousness. whenever you come and visit him at the inn, you almost think that he’s angry with you from the way he throws you vicious glares. unbeknownst to you, xiao is actually making that tense face because he’s trying very hard, too hard in fact, to think of the best way to ask you out on a date and seeing you just makes him all the more nervous. he regrets it every time you step into the elevator while giving him a goodbye wave and saying you’ll come visit again. sure, he gets another chance to try and ask you out again, but he also has another chance to fail as well.

when you visit him for lunch, xiao quickly rehearses the words he wants to say to you in the back of his head before coming to greet you. ‘i overheard from a guest in the inn talking about a lantern rite festival. if you mortal, no, [name], desires to go, i can possibly set aside time to accompany you.’ keep it cool, yet short. taking a deep breath to compose himself, xiao walks over to greet you, er, well actually, you’re the one doing the greeting instead, and you settle down to eat. the sweet taste of the almond tofu that you generously bought for him blossoms in his mouth and he loses track of time till your departure. before you leave once more to allow the poor yaksha to wallow in his self-regret again, you stop yourself and turn around to face xiao. tucking your hair behind your ear and giving your best, most radiant smile you can offer to him, you shyly ask if he’d like to tag along with you to the lantern rite festival. “we’ve never been on a date before and i’d love to go to the festival with you and release xiao lanterns together.”

... what? how? his mouth almost opens up in disbelief, as he struggles to keep a stoic expression. ex-excuse him?! that’s supposed to be his line! he’s in shock at how easily you were able to say something that he’s been having trouble sputtering out. you mortals never fail to surprise him. he shakes his head and bitterly scowls, that you almost step back in fright. almost, until he starts speaking, that is. “why is it you? i should have been the one to ask you on a date first, not you!” he’s almost on the brink of tears from the frustration he currently holds on himself. 

a relationship is always about give and take, no? it’s like when zhongli has so kindly decided to save him from the clutches of the cruel abuse he endured endlessly, of course he was forever in debt to rex lapis. surely, it’s the same with you, isn’t it? when xiao tells you this, you immediately start laughing. you calmly explain to him that your relationship isn’t like a form of contract where he’s expected to always repay you back for every gift you give to him. as long as he’s there for you, that’s more than enough of a reward, you say, before plopping a chaste kiss to his cheek.  

“finally, you’re here. what took you so long?” xiao speaks to you with indifference concealing the relief that you actually came. he trails his sharp eyes to inspect your dressed up form and blushes slightly. “you look nice.”

immediately, your eyes widen at his underhanded compliment. did- did you hear that right? biting his lower lip gently, xiao clasps your hand in his, ignoring your astounded reaction, as he squeezes it reassuringly while watching the colourful fireworks light up the murky night.

without thinking, he turns to you when you’re focused on the display of bursting lights reflecting in your eyes, and murmurs to himself softly, “i hope you’ll spend the rest of your time with me, for however long it’ll last.”

XINGQIU.

of course, a date with xingqiu has to be extravagant and sophisticated to the last touch, right? guess again. he may come from a wealthy family, but that doesn’t mean he shares the same interest a selfish, pampered noble may have. he prefers something more simple, yet sentimental. confined in his household with nothing to do but bury his head in a book, he’s picked up some ideas for your date from the romance stories he’s read. surprisingly, they’re all rather cliché.  

the first thing he makes you guys do is go out in the blazing summer day to get yourselves a cool beverage. he explicitly asks the cashier to give him one straw [do they even exist in the game?] and smiles slyly as he thanks them and brings the drinks to you. when you ask about it, thinking that maybe he forgot, all he does is smirk before saying, “there’s no need, my liege. we can share, unless you’d rather melt in the sweltering sun, that is.” he winks teasingly. you... don’t really have much of a choice in the matter. as you stroll around the harbor together, you take turns drinking from the only straw and a wave of consciousness washes over you gradually. wait, isn’t this like an indirect kiss? you place a hand to your gaping mouth after sucking on the straw that xingqiu pressed his lips on merely seconds ago. you should know by now, how bold he is underneath his polite façade. 

after you finish sipping your drink - tediously at that, you both agree on going to the library to read books together since the heat is pretty unbearable to do anything enjoyable. xingqiu recommends you to try reading some of his personal favorites and you do the same as well. he’s thrilled to have a reading buddy now since it’s boring being here by himself. 

while you’re immersed in the novel that you randomly picked from the bookshelf, every now and then, xingqiu will look up from the pages of his book and faintly smile to himself, glad that you’re enjoying yourself.

the sun was setting and the stars started to appear in the pastel pink and orange of the evening sky. you place back the last book and stretch your arms, before turning to xingqiu. sighing, you give him a quick goodbye kiss on the cheek and softly say your farewell.

as you’re about to make your leave for the day, xingqiu halts you with his words, “wait. there’s something i need to do before we can end this date.” nonchalantly, he plucks a book from its shelf, opens its pages, and uses it to block the sunlight drifting through the transparent window glass, effectively shielding his vision from the public eye as he pulls you in for a passionate kiss.

his free hand finds its way combing through the back of your head to deepen the kiss. when he’s satisfied enough, the boy detaches his lips from yours and lightly rubs the flesh of your cheek with a finger, while placing the book down on a nearby table. you keep your eyes fixated on him as he licks the edges of his lips.

“that felt nice,” xingqiu murmurs, “you’re so sweet, i’d hate for anyone else to savor in this pleasant moment with you other than i. shall we continue this again on our next date too?”

ZHONGLI.

the first thing he does is make sure to bring mora, this time. it would be highly inconsiderate of mr. zhongli to have you pay for the expenses of this fine date. he’s one to take things nice and slow. sure, time is unfortunately measured and limited, but he wants to make the most of it with you, a mortal who, just like any other being, has a beginning and end to your life. zhongli wants to shower you in all the beauty and joy this world has to offer while you’re still here with him.

he may be a gentle-spoken and polite individual, but please don’t mistaken him as being shy in any way. he shows up to your residence one afternoon and presents you a bouquet of your preferred flowers while he asks if you would consider accompanying him on a date. you take the bundled up flowers, carefully stroking a petal as if it’s made of fragile glass and accepts his proposal with open arms. 

he takes you out to an expensive restaurant in the night of liyue and helps you select the best dishes. after you’re finished with your lavish and sophisticated meals, zhongli ushers you outside where you’re greeted with fresh air, a contrast to the suffocation you felt back at the restaurant. sure, the place is grand and your hunger is well-satiated, yet despite wearing your best clothing, you felt out of place there, like a commoner surrounded by nobles. 

when you express your earlier discomfort to zhongli, his eyes are filled with shame and he’s already apologizing like the gentleman he is. guiltily, you tell him it’s fine and you ask if you can show him something before you have to head on home. he ponders in thought before agreeing, walking hand in hand with you to your unknown destination. 

the chilling night breeze bites at your bare skin as you instantly shiver. this doesn’t go unnoticed in zhongli’s sharp eyes and he’s already unbuttoning his jacket. he drapes the coat over your shoulder blades and rubs his gloved hands on your cold fingertips to preserve warmth. “are you feeling cold perhaps? maybe we should head back?” you stop him before he can guide you back to the harbor. 

“i’m okay now. thank you for your concern.” you say to ease his poor mind. he nods and you both continue on. the walk uphill takes a while, but it’s worth it when you finally reach the top. your eyes widen in amazement as you witness the glimmering stars splayed across the pitch darkness of the sky. “zhongli, look. do you like it?” he simply nods, but all of his attention is focused on you.

zhongli grins down at your childishly excited face, pausing for a hesitant minute before he carefully places his hands on top of your shoulders. you look up at him in confusion and is about to question him, but any sound that comes out is cut off by his lips ensnaring yours in a kiss. you’re astounded by his intimate move, but you revel in his touch in a matter of seconds. 

he hopes, as he tightens his hold, that you’ll stay with him always, till your last breath. 

tagging. @scarymoosh

[shirtlessfelix]

so next week im moving into an apartment close to my college campus and while i am big excited i am kindof nervous. i also won’t be able to play dbd anymore until like december so bummed about that. so would it be ok if i requested some hcs for moving in (maybe post entity?) with dwight, jeff, quentin, and zarina? - adam anon

That is exciting!! I hope moving and college go well for you, and I'm sorry you can't play DBD for a while ;( Maybe videos/streamers will help get your fix lol. I hope you enjoy these~ <3 <3

Survivors Moving In HCs

<200 words each

Dwight: He's the kind of person who has everything written down, meticulously checking off what he needs and scrambling to get everything together even though he does so way ahead of time. He doesn’t want anything to go wrong at the last minute, so he makes damn sure he’s communicating with the rentor and that his documents are in order.

He’ll ask for help from friends to get him settled in, but they know how much of a control freak Dwight can be, so they take it easy and follow his pace. It’ll be smooth sailing so long as everything ends up where he wants it to end up, and he’ll be grateful to have had some extra hands. God knows he isn’t exactly fit for heavy lifting, but luckily David is!

Once he’s settled in, Dwight can relax again without worrying about anything. He’s comfortable and happy in his new apartment, and it shows when he invites his small group over for a movie night.

Jeff: He’s also very particular about the way he goes about his list-making, but he’s much more laid back about it than Dwight is. Jeff scribbles four different checklists on the same piece of paper he ripped out of a sketchbook and keeps it in his pocket until he’s fully moved in. Truthfully, he remembers most anything he writes down, so the visuals in his head help him more than anything.

He’s a bit of a lone wolf and a lot stronger than he would appear to be, but that doesn’t mean he can haul his furniture inside by himself. Jeff doesn’t like to bother people too much, especially his friends, so he won’t ask them for help. Instead, they’ll approach him, and he’ll cautiously accept their offer. They know he appreciates it, so his small thanks once everything is said and done is enough.

It doesn’t take Jeff long to become accustomed to his new place, and only days after moving in will his art begin to clutter the walls, and a new life will begin.

Quentin: He may be a little too laid back, so his more responsible friends will be there to help him out from the get-go. It’s not that he’s incapable of doing anything on his own, but his severe lack of sleep makes him quite forgetful, and the paranoia he still lives with can derail him in an instant. As such, he’d much prefer to live with at least one roommate, but preferably two so he can feel safer.

Speaking of roommates, Quentin moves in with only his closest of close friends—those he doesn’t hesitate to call family—and he’s beyond excited to live with them. In his mind, they’ll have all-nighters every night, but he knows that’s just a fantasy that he won’t even fulfill himself. The truth is that his sleep schedule will be the inverse of his roommates’ so he doesn’t have to sleep in the dark.

Zarina: Like Dwight, she can be a bit of a control freak when it comes to getting everything in order; from agreements to payments, she’ll take care of them immediately. She’s more efficient and clean-cut in her ways, never losing track of anything and remaining calm the whole way through. She’s dealt with enough in her life that she’s numbed to any stress she might cause herself, and here it works out in he favor.

Moving in on that first day, Zarina looks around and puts everything where it still is in her head from her previous apartment, (i.e. utensils going in the top-rightmost drawer, her desk going in the corner of her room). She has “comfort patterns” in her day to day life that ground her and make moving an enjoyable experience for everyone involved, and so she doesn’t feel so disconnected. She always likes having people around, so get/togethers are frequent. She’s fun when she wants to be!

[maddiewritesstucky]

But like... where’s our silver fox Steve meeting wee baby buck for the first time scenario like where is it

Yesss let's talk about this! But fair warning, I am very much in my feels tonight so this is gonna be fluffy AF 💕

(Also just as an FYI, in this pairing i HC Bucky as being in his mid 20s)

Honestly, for me, when I think of this particular pairing, there’s something very soft and grounded about their relationship, almost like a quietness to the way they love each other, so I like to think they’d have a soft beginning too.

I picture Bucky sitting outside a cafe reading a book on a day in early autumn, a little rugged up in a soft looking sweater and maybe a scarf, the first time Steve sees him

Bucky is obviously beautiful, which is the first thing that catches Steve’s attention, but what makes Steve interested is the fact that he himself just finished reading that exact same book

He watches Bucky reading for a while, watches the play of emotions across his face and tries to think back to which parts of the book might be making him light up like that, if they’re the same parts that made Steve smile when he read it

You know how the light always takes on that really warm golden edge on sunny autumn afternoons? It’s catching in Bucky’s hair and picking up a hundred different shades of auburn and chestnut and almost-copper, and it’s washing his skin in this glow that makes him look a little ethereal but in the most comforting way possible, and Steve thinks the sunlight is probably only partly responsible for the picture of warmth this man makes up

When Bucky finally turns his attention from the book, setting it face down on the table to take a sip of his coffee, Steve decides this is his chance to go and talk to him, now that he won’t be interrupting

Silver Steve is a very self-assured person, but it definitely makes his pulse kick just a little when he approaches Bucky’s table. The whole time he’s been sitting there stealing glances, he’d been too caught up in just looking at this man to actually consider what he might say, but it comes easy enough when he gets to Bucky’s table and simply asks how he’s liking the book

Bucky is a little surprised at first, but when Steve shares that he’s just finished it himself, a smile spreads across Bucky’s face and he starts talking about the situation that’s just transpired between the main characters (yeah, the same part that made Steve laugh too)

It takes a moment for the conversation to start flowing, for them to find their feet and get past the initial inherent awkwardness of approaching someone out of the blue. But Steve is a good conversationalist, and Bucky is pretty thrilled to have someone to talk to about this book, and before long Bucky is inviting Steve to sit and Steve’s ordering them another round of coffee

Over the course of the afternoon, Steve learns that this beautiful man is insightful, and emotive, and extremely animated when he’s talking about things he’s interested in

The more they talk, the more Steve comes to realise that that glow was actually coming from inside Bucky, that he’s sunlight all in himself with his immediate kindness and openness and his thousand-watt smile

On Bucky’s part, he’s absolutely drawn in by the radiant calm of this man sitting across from him, handsome as hell and articulate and quick-witted and really truly listening to what Bucky has to say

Bucky worries for a moment that maybe he’s being too open with this stranger who simply asked him his opinion on a book, and is now sitting here an hour later listening to him talk about his job and his cat, but there’s something in the way Steve’s looking at him, his smile reaching too far up into his eyes to be anything other than genuine, that tells Bucky this sense of ease and enjoyment is very much mutual

It’s clear that Steve is considerably older, but Bucky doesn’t have to think twice about accepting it when Steve offers his phone number

The first of many shows of respect / consideration from Steve - he doesn’t ask for Bucky’s number in return, merely offers his own and says that he hopes to hear from him, but if not it’s been a pleasure sharing this beautiful autumn afternoon with him

Bucky holds out all of about 4 hours after they part ways before he’s messaging Steve to say how much he enjoyed his company, and ask if he’d like to do it again some time

...You probably can’t tell, but I have a soft spot for this pair and their peaceful, communicative, romantic love 💕😭 Thank you for this ask Nonnie!

[riddlegecko]

for the paulkins ficlets, perhaps a paulkins first kiss? and a very flustered paul?

I like the way you think, those are both Very Good Things. This takes place at that Halloween party I mentioned in Hold Me Closer, bc I feel very strongly about that hc. Gets a teeny bit spicy towards the end, but not like,,, actively smutty.

"For real, man, thanks for coming. You really didn't have to."

"And let you suffer through this alone? No way."

It was the day before Halloween, and Paul was very much out of his comfort zone. He was never the type to attend parties, and yet, here he was at Beanies after closing hours with a cup of booze-spiked raspberry punch in hand while a bunch of loud theatre kids mingled in the other room. He would've never attended an event like this of his own accord, and frankly he was stressed out of his mind.

But for Emma? It was all worth it.

About a week prior, Paul had arrived at Beanies for his daily coffee run/Emma visit, where she had told him that Nora was throwing a company party for Halloween. She'd explained that employees were allowed to invite a plus-one, and she- in perhaps the most uncharacteristically sheepish manner possible, had asked Paul to accompany her. An offer that he'd immediately accepted, after getting over his initial shock, of course.

The days came and went, and before Paul knew it, he was walking through the front door of Beanies side-by-side with Emma on a chilly October evening. The party had been exactly what he'd expected so far. Emma's theatre kid co-workers blasting loud music over the speakers and grinding on their dates, sugary punch that had definitely been spiked with cheap booze at some point, a few of the baristas in those store-bought "sexy costumes". Paul and Emma hadn't dressed up as anything, earning some lighthearted jeers from Zoey.

An hour or two passed, and Paul soon found himself getting a bit overwhelmed by all the noise. Emma had offered to join him in the break room, which had been surprisingly quiet and empty for most of the party. And aside from the strong smell of perfume and alcohol, it was a lot more peaceful than the main room. So there they were, sitting on the worn, olive green break room couch, talking about anything and everything that was on their minds.

Emma snickered. "Very gallant of you, Paul," she teased, taking a sip of her own punch. "You're a real knight in shining khakis."

Paul snorted, looking down at the aforementioned khakis that adorned his legs. "All things considered," he said. "This isn't so bad. I'm actually having an alright time!"

Emma looked him, eyebrows raised in surprise. "No shit?" she asked.

"No shit!" he affirmed.

"Even with all the noise, and theatre kids, and noisy theatre kids?"

Paul chuckled, nodding. "Yep," he replied, leaning back on the sofa in content. "I enjoy spending time with you like this."

He winced. Fuck, he hadn't meant to say that. Eyeing the red solo cup in his hand, Paul wondered if maybe he'd had a little too much punch tonight. For a moment, he hoped that Emma hadn't caught that little moment of emotional honesty, but her playful smirk as she looked at him suggested otherwise.

"What're you saying?" she asked, a teasing lilt to her tone. "That I'm the only reason you're having any fun tonight?"

"I, uh..." Paul muttered bashfully, his cheeks going warm. Jesus, why'd that cute smile of hers have to fluster him so? "Would it be a bad thing if I said yes?"

A small giggle escaped Emma, another thing that always got Paul's heart racing. "Nah, it's cool," she replied, reaching over and gently squeezing his knee. She then cleared her throat, looking down at her lap. "Truth be told, um... you're the only reason I'm getting any enjoyment out of this party at all, too."

Paul's heart jumped into his throat, its pace growing ever quicker. "R-really?"

"Mhm," Emma responded, averting her gaze with a small smile. "Honestly, if you hadn't agreed to come with me, I was probably gonna fake a fever or something as an excuse not to come, since Nora would've gotten on my case otherwise."

"O-oh..." Paul stammered, unsure how else to respond. Had she really wanted to spend time with him that much?

"Listen, Paul," she piped up after a moment, snapping him out of his thoughts. "I've been... thinking about this for a while, but, um..."

"...Yeah?" Paul pressed her, his voice small.

"I like you, Paul, like... a lot," she admitted, finally making eye contact with him again. Paul's heart must've skipped around seven beats. He couldn't even imagine how red his face must've looked. "And I wanna make our relationship a little more... something, I'm not really sure what to call it."

"...Intimate?" Paul proposed, probably sounding much more bashful than he should've.

Emma snickered, briefly averting her gaze once more before looking back up at Paul, her beautiful brown eyes perhaps the most gentle he'd ever seen them.

"Y-yeah," she agreed. "So, Paul... kiss me?"

As Paul's heart began to do a whole acrobatics routine in his chest, all he could do was stammer in surprise for a moment. Emma Perkins, the funny, clever, beautiful, amazing woman that he'd been smitten with for the better part of a year, wanted to kiss him. How was this his life? Despite his flustered state, he managed to utter one simple word that would seal the deal.

"Okay...!"

The noise of the party behind the door seeming to fade into nothing, Emma leaned forward slightly with her lips parted. After a split second of nervous hesitation, Paul closed the gap between them, easing his lips against her own. It started off slow, before Emma deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth. Paul welcomed the extra passion, his arms moving to wrap themselves around her. One hand resting on the small of her back, the other entangling it's fingers in her hair. Smiling slightly into the kiss, Emma moved her hands as well, one to gently cup his face, and the other under his shirt to claw at his back. Paul bristled slightly at the touch, before allowing himself to relax at the sensation of her nails against his skin. After several seconds of pure, mindless passion, they pulled away for air.

"Damn..." Emma huffed, her hands still holding onto Paul. "If I'd known you were such a good kisser, I would've had that talk with you at least a week earlier."

Paul chuckled, his brain in a lovestruck daze. "Y-you too..." he said, not really comprehending how little sense that reply made in the context of what she'd just said.

Thankfully, Emma seemed to find his dopey lack of coherency amusing, and let out that beautiful, beautiful laugh of hers. "God, you're such a fucking geek..." she teased, leaning against him and letting her arms properly wrap around him in a hug.

Face still flushing like mad, Paul returned her embrace, letting himself come down from the pure, emotional high that was kissing Emma Perkins. Before long, Emma pulled back and looked at him, a flirtatious look in her eyes.

"So, uh... I've got a couple grams on me," she began, a smile creeping onto her face. "You wanna get high, and... I dunno... see where things go next?"

Paul's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his face heating up all over again. "Wh-what if somebody walks in on us?" he asked.

"Hey, I've walked in on Zoey giving Sam a full-on handjob in here during work hours-" Emma justified.

Paul winced. "God, ew."

Emma nodded. "Yeah, I know right?" she snickered. "But yeah, if she can pull that stunt and get away with it, then I think we'll be okay."

Paul thought over her words for a second, before replying with an enthusiastic:

"Okay!"

A look of excitement in her eyes, Emma began to rummage through her pockets for her weed. This, Paul thought, was not what he was expecting to happen at this party. But with the feeling of Emma's kiss still lingering on his lips, he definitely wasn't complaining.

[ranmanjuu]

Hii~! Can I request hc, warlods reaction to MC who love sweets badly? I mean, she really really REEALLLYY LOVE SWEETS! Could you do for Uesugi-Takeda forces? Thank you~ 💕💕 I hope u have a nice day (*´ω`*)

thank you, i hope you have a wonderful day as well! 

shoutout to the u-t forces for having generally like 3 less members than the oda, makes life easier :heart: 

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—shingen:

the thing that he could’ve noticed about you first time you met, looking back, was that your love of sweets were obvious from the way you came out of the teahouse with a very satisfied expression. oh, and that you were carrying a bag of candies (which would spill when you bumped into him).

but ever since he’s taken you hostage, you’ve retracted yourself from revealing much about you. understandably so.

still, shingen is very methodical in his prodding at your heart, easing it up and eventually letting some things spill overtime. and one of those methods, of course, is to bring you down to kasugayama’s festive town.

he’s brought up the alternative of, you lose the game if you smile at him, but your stubborn ass said no. now you’re forced to suffer as you bite your lip and not smile as the beauty of kasugayama seeps in.

and shingen watches with delight; not at your indirect suffering, but more of the beauty of how you manage to be so magnificent without smiling.

because, it’s the way your eyes are filled with stars, it might as well be a galaxy’s worth. because, it’s the way your legs seem to float seamlessly from stall to stall, like an innocent child. because, it’s how your hand reaches out to his wrist and lightly tug on it; and it somehow makes him feel as light as feather for you to pull him along.

yet, each time, you retract.

he sees the way you try to restrain yourself from expressing too much when you order practically every single dessert on the menu. he sees how you cover up your face as you scarf down the plates of sweets.

after that, he’s noted to buy some candy or anything to give you.

(and by that he spoils you absolutely ROTTEN you’re lucky you haven’t had a cavity by now)

(^ also serves as an excuse sometimes with yukimura. not that he lets him off much)

you yourself quickly learn about his own liking for sweets, and now you have this sort of alliance to avoid the scolding of yuki. such entails sneaking snacks to each other all the time.

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—yukimura:

he’s noticed a pattern, early on, when about 80% of the time you drag him out of his booth, it’s to a teahouse. hell, he even recommends some during your early days in azuchi.

it’s when it becomes so frequent that he starts to scold you and try (mostly end up failing) to minimize your sweets consumption.

in his defense, he thought you were trying stuff out! he says to himself as you order every single item off the list.

again, it doesn’t take long until he sighs and starts pulling you away, slightly berating you on eating that much desserts in the span of a week. his lord is shingen; he’d know how to deal with you.

it’s weird, in a sense. he’s taken the role of an awkward yet caring caretaker when it comes to watching your eating habits. it’s gone from just reminding you each time you drop by his booth (to which you respond with a lighthearted roll of the eyes), to sometimes trailing you once you got closer just so you can’t sneak off on his watch.

and of course, trademark to your bond, it didn’t take long for you two to start bickering about which dessert is better. mugwort mochi vs. chestnut dumpling but on a bigger scale; since you both rarely have the same rankings of the sweets on the list.

you’ve tried the puppy eyes strat a couple of times. in your victory, you did manage to make him sputter and look away, all flustered and caught off guard, but you didn’t get your candy at the end of it :pensive:

strangely enough, at first he could get through and answer you clearly, even if it’s very grumbly. but now, he’s devolved to simply muttering under his breath incoherently as his hand covers his burning cheeks. weird, that hasn’t happened before, you think.

of course, there are some times when he allows you to splurge, such as in festivals and all. it’s too much, the way you look at the special food everywhere with stars in your eyes and drool almost dripping.

(and he himself will admit, he’d be a partypooper if he completely denied you of that enjoyment. if he’s enjoying how absolutely happy and cute you are no he is not what are you talking about)

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—kenshin: 

you were taught from a young age to always thank someone, whether it’d be simply words, or even an item to show your gratefulness.

however, you don’t,,, exactly know what to do when someone saves your life.

extreme whiplash and shock, you can say. it isn’t just someone helping you with your task, or retrieving something you forgot in your classroom; no, you could’ve been dead if no one intervened.

currently, you’re in the stage of trying to process all that happened and just sitting there, dumbfounded, but you knew you had to do something before the man who saved you walked out the building.

without any time to think twice about it, you grabbed your plate and ran.

you barely manage to catch up to him, and only because you caught a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye, turning to a dark alley.

“hey!” you shout, loud enough to attract attention from others, but apparently not the man himself. you could feel the cold energy radiating from his back the more you approach, yet you can’t back down.

you shout to gain his attention again, and you do. the moment the blonde turns around, his sharp eyes laying on you, it was like cold metal pressed against your body. 

but you’ve gone too far, and if you just sputtered and went back, it’d be more embarrasing. you thrust your tray of varying sweets sprawled on it to him, “th-thanks for saving my life back there!”

.. and all you can pick up from his reaction is eyebrows knitted in a certain sense that you’re bugging him, but also slight confusion. “i don’t want your thanks,” he says, “and i don’t need your desserts.”

“i don’t care,” you huff in response, “just take it; i’d feel indebted to you if i didn’t do anything.”

yet as you say that, kenshin can see himself the way your hands slightly tremble, as if there’s a difference in what your mind wants with what your body wants, as you give him your tray, and the way your brows pull down a bit, and most importantly, the way your eyes waver.

because in truth. . .you’d die before you give anyone the sweets you want to eat for yourself, but he saved your life! 

kenshin doesn’t want to be bothered anymore, and you’re much too stubborn, so he just accepts it with a deep frown.

but soon once he meets you again in sasuke’s presence, and finds your company in a teahouse,,, weirdly pleasant. even if it was just drinking sessions.

though your tastes lean heavily to the sweet sake, he also finds the fact that you have opinions on how different some sake tastes in the slightest sensations, and while he feels that he’d be annoyed if another person did it. . .something felt nice about you rambling and ranking sakes and general desserts in azuchi.

skip to the relationship, mf would spoil you, going back to even when you were held captive. each day then, he’d bring you sweets, every time different and from different teahouses. it’s when sasuke managed to convince him that he’ll kill you by sugar overdose (despite how much you like it).

and now he still; the most frequent places you go out on a date to is, you guessed it, a tea house. or maybe he brought some desserts to just sit on the porch and watch the blazing sun set.

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—sasuke:

man has a sharp sense of observation for people to achieve ultimate Socializing, to compensate for his lack of ability to express himself. such is the case when he sees you gasp excitedly and then promptly apologies and (try to) shut up when you pass a dessert booth when he shows you around azuchi.

and he decides to test out this theory, also in an effort to make you more comfortable and relaxed in the sengoku period.

so he does; always leaving you a pack of candies and the like each time he sneaked into the castle, or sometimes when you go down to yukimura’s booth.

soon, he’d be proven right. you always thank him profusely, snatching away the treats so excitedly, like a child. your eyes always shine so brightly, overflowing with happiness as you munch away, sparing no patience nor impulse control in eating every one.

(which would lead to the disappointment that appears on your face as you realize that you’d eaten everything, and that nothing else)

before, he always just,,, bought the desserts at a teahouse. but lately, although you don’t know it most of the time, he begins asking the owner how the do it, the steps of making a certain dish. his charisma sure goes a long way, despite how his face remains stoic and serious.

yukimura is often the witness for this, and he’s always confused each time. sasuke never really showed an interest in cooking or anything, as far as he knows. . .

unfortunately, it isn’t him that ends up finding the reason. it’s you, instead.

once he manages to worm himself inside the azuchi castle to see you, and gaining the trust of certain prominent warlords (mostly hideyoshi), he eventually got permission to enter the kitchen.

again, you didn’t even know where he went. all you heard was from the passing maids that told you they saw him heading in there.

which. . .piqued your interest, but each time you wanted to check, you always had other things you had to do.

but soon, you’d find out what the ninja was up to.

one day, while you were sewing in your room, your nose immediately sniffed out the sweet smell of. . .something familiar.

you perked up in excitement and a bit of confusion. the shadow on the other side of the paper door gave you more hope.

and it slid open, revealing a sasuke with a tray in his hand, and a strange soft gaze in his eyes, “i knew you’d’ve recognized the smell, you truly like these, don’t you?”

his hand sets down the tray gently, and the warm waft of sweet and rich scent floods in your nose. and quickly, you recognize what’s on the tray in the first place.

desserts, but not just any ol’ one. treats and candies made from your home place. a silent gaso broke from you, as you marveled in the dish that you didn’t think you’d see this soon.

“some ingredients had to be improv’d from the lack of variety in those, but,” you look up, and you see that his lips pull into the tiniest bit of a proud smile, “i thought that it’d make you feel a bit like home.”

you sat there, mouth parted slightly and eyes widened, filled with disbelief. chuckles broke through, and you jumped at him, enveloping him in a big hug, “thank you so much, sasuke!!”

you don’t see it, while you’re too busy laughing and wrapping your arms around him tightly. but his expression softens in a way never before, a small dust of pink lighting his cheeks as he breaths out a chuckle and pats your back, “anytime.”