#is canon that he embarrassed himself daily for her

[outromoony]

Lily Evans is the kind of person you’d try to impress and immediately trip over your own feet.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

Hiya there!

I have two questions,

first, what if Katsuki was whipped over a popstar reader?

Also, who's the character in your profile? i wanna maybe draw her.

Much love

-Kovu :>

hello this is LOOOOONG overdue @kovu-bunnbunn im soooo sorry ! i didnt rlly know how to get to this at first cus i've never done hc's before, but either way i hope you like it ! also tumblr just randomly ate this so i had to restart...yay.

p.s.: the character on my profile is my oc ryoko ! she's my mha oc, i'd be so super flattered if you decided to draw her ! (also idk if you couldve guessed but shes my oc x canon katsuki ship I KNOOOOW shocker)

katsuki has literally every single piece of merch he can get his hands on

vinyls, album records, posters, accesories and t-shirts but he never wears them he hides them somewhere in his room so you don't find out he has them.

(you do find out eventually.)

he gets so giddy on the inside when you give him limited edition stuff and that's always something he shows off

"woah man that's limited edition ive been LURKING for that !" "yeah well apparently you haven't been lurkin' hard enough cus I HAVE IT--"

he shows up to all your concerts and somehow he manages to be the loudest one there lmfaooo his ass is NOT on mute.

if you ever take him backstage he's so awkward cus he doesnt know anyone so he just sticks to you (not like he doesn't on the daily)

at most he'll nod at people in greeting (he's kinda scared he'll start stuttering)

but he's scary lookin so the staff n others think he's just protective over you

for sure your other bandmates / staff think he's your personal bodyguard LOLOLOLOL

but nope turns out he's just a loser lol

if you sell photocards as merch or something like that best believe has ALLL of them

collectin em like his phone isn't already filled with pictures of you

his storage about to burst and it's still not enough for 'im LOLOL

he for sure has a secret fan account that entirely revolves around you.

he defends you with his LIFE on there too he's one of them fans😭😭😭

he has a different playlist from specific albums depending on his mood, so whatever playlist he's on there's always at least one song of yours on there

he has a seperate 'bad boy playlist' that he has so you don't find out he's a hyperfan

one time you guys were sharing earbuds in the bus while his playlist was on shuffle and he'd accidently added one of your songs on his edgy dark n brooding cool guy playlist.

needless to say he was more than embarrassed, damn near MORTIFIED and didn't look at you for the whole bus ride 😭😭

gets so flustered when he finds out songs you've written were while you thought of him or were dedicated to him. he gets so blushy about it but he's such a show off

like whenever he hears a song meant for him, he smirks about it to himself and no one understands why but he really doesn't care cus they don't need to understand

cus it's something between you and him <3

all in all, he loves you and your music (and your merch) and he couldn't be prouder to call himself your boyfriend <3

[lilbunnis]

❛ ♡. header credit. ⎯⎯ 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲. ❜

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭᛬ michael gavey as your boyfriend.

author’s note᛬ hii ! ♡ first time posting a concept on here--- & first time writing for my boyfriend, michael gavey. [also… i know we haven’t seen michael smoking cigarettes in the film; but it’s my canon that he does!] i hope y’all like it…& please, reblog & give me ur feedback. thank u! 🍒

warnings᛬ mdni! mentions of smut, profanity, she/her pronouns, afab reader, pussy whipped!michael, mentions of oral sex (m + f), demeaning names, [slight] mentions of bullying, pet names, romance, fluff. any grammatical errors are my own--- in advance, i sincerely apologize.

word count᛬ 591.

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃.

꒰ ⋆ ♡⃘ michael gavey would be the most perfect, adoring and loving boyfriend--- though he could also be quite cruel sometimes; a bit of an asshole, too… all due to him being a cocky, little smartass. michael gavey is head over heels in love with you. like, obsessive--- ‘will do anything you ask of him’ in love with you. michael gavey can be a complete and utter menace; one moment, he is a total dick to you because you’re not understanding what he has been trying to explain to you [for almost two hours now], from a class you both share--- and the next, he’s apologizing with a bouquet of a dozen red roses and his mouth on your cunt for hours. afterwards, romantic words from your favorite poets would spill from his soft, naturally curved mouth, while he’d casually hand feed you cherries, occasionally lighting up cigarettes for himself. michael gavey is so ridiculously smart, he finds it quite unbelievable how utterly dense you can be whenever he compliments and flirts with you, though you'd think he's just joking around, or being a tease--- honestly, he thinks it’s kind of cute how oblivious you can be to his affections.

michael gavey might not look like it, but he’s the type of man to fuck you nasty style; can be quite possessive over you, too. most days, when your boyfriend michael gavey is studying for an upcoming exam, a lit cigarette hanging loosely from his plush lips, while his nimble fingers continued skimming through page after page of his massive textbooks, studying nonstop. sneakily, you’d go into his dormitory and drop down to your knees, before taking him into your mouth and eagerly sucking him off, causing a shout from him when he eventually comes down your raw, sore throat--- “my poor, little baby girl… such a naughty fucking thing,” he’d coo mockingly, clenching both of your blushy cheeks together with his long fingers, before he’d claim your mouth in a dirty, deeply passionate kiss.

michael gavey adores seeing you wearing his clothes, especially his oversized sweaters, because that way he can ruthlessly rut into your weeping cunt while fucking you from behind; with you only wearing his sweater. michael gavey loves the taste of your strawberry flavored lipgloss [nearly as much as he loves the taste of your sweet little pussy]--- he loves kissing your plump, juicy, glossy lips whenever he can; and fuck, having your glossy lips wrapped around his cock? let’s just say, it’s embarrassing how quickly he shoots his load down your willing, suffocating throat.

michael gavey loves the way that you smell--- like red roses, strawberry lipgloss, vanilla perfume, sweet scented candles [courtesy of you lighting them all around his dormitory], and your skin… fuckin’ hell; soft as satin and sweet as honey, always smelling of the lavender body lotion he bought for you one random day that the two of you were out shopping [yes, he was holding all of your bags like a perfect gentleman]. michael gavey might be called on the daily a loser or even a freak, but he knows that regardless of the name calling; you’ll always stand by his side, defending him with your foul [glossy] mouth. michael gavey thinks of you as his soft, delicate little angel with a heart made of glass that he must protect at all costs. michael gavey would do absolutely anything you ask of him, he is just so fucking whipped for you; you’re his first love, and hopefully, you’ll be his last.

[moonywritez6]

Knight Rengoku x Princess Reader

A/N: Have some Knight Rengoku head canons! I wanted to try something new! I hope everyone likes it!

Warnings: Slightly spicy towards the end!

Wc: 2,048

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Knight Rengoku! who was assigned to you from a young age his family being one that has served the royal family for generations. The first thing you ever recall noticing about him was the unique look of his eyes that seemed to stare up at you admiringly as he gently placed a kiss on the back of your hand. "It is an honor to serve you, my princess!"

Knight Rengoku! who is always keeping a bright smile on his face as he happily greets you whenever your paths cross or the days begin. His loud and joyful voice echoes throughout the palace grounds as he makes sure to kneel before you each morning for his daily greeting. "Good morning my princess! I hope you have slept well! I, your loyal knight Rengoku am happy to serve you on this beautiful day!"

Knight Rengoku! Who makes sure he is always accompanying you whenever you leave the palace walls even if it's just out in the royal garden. His reasonings are sometimes ridiculous. "My princess I must accompany you here in the garden! Who knows when a dragon could come flying from the sky and snatch you away to his lair!" You rolled your eyes as you examined some of the garden's flowers happy to see they were blooming well as you glanced up at your knight whose smile remained permanently plastered across his face. "Sir Rengoku there's no such thing as dragons! Honestly how old are you?" He just laughs scratching the back of his head knowing his excuse was a lame one.

Knight Rengoku! who finds himself overcome with joy when you ask him to escort you to one of the royal balls being held in a few days. He makes sure to brush up on his social skills along with the proper ball etiquette as he does not wish to mistakenly embarrass his princess in front of those who will be quick to judge her.

Knight Rengoku! who happily holds an arm out to you a giant smile on his face. "Shall we, my princess?!" He laughs as you shake your head but smile nonetheless at his energy. Once your arms are interlocked Rengoku feels his chest expand as his heartbeat against his ribcage your touch could bring him to his knees if it wasn't for all the nobles surrounding the area.

Knight Rengoku! who watches from afar as a few noblemen try their best to win your favor. Rengoku feels his jaw clench, teeth quietly grinding together as he feels a tight knot form in his stomach. He watches as you dance across the ballroom your dress flowing perfectly with each movement you take. 'Breathtaking' He would think to himself as his eyes never left your form making sure he engraved each sway of your body into his mind.

Knight Rengoku! who one day catches you staring at him from across the training grounds the sun blazing hot as he tries to wipe some sweat away from his chin. He looks at you with a bright smile as he waves a hand high in the air. You blush at having been caught as you try to hide your flushed face behind your fan while averting your eyes. Rengoku notices this action finding it adorable as a small hue of pink dusts his cheeks before he makes his way towards you. "My princess! Good evening! What brings you hear if I may ask?" He cheers leaning over your seated form his entire torso exposed.

Knight Rengoku! who's muscles flex sweat dripping down every part of his exposed torso causing your mind to wander into sinful scenarios. "I-I just happened to be walking by is all! Please continue with your training Sir Rengoku!" Your stuttering response gets a small chuckle from the knight as he carefully catches a strand of your hair slowly dragging his fingers down to place a delicate kiss on the end his eyes locking with yours causing you to freeze as your body felt like it was being cornered by the smiling man in front of you. "I see…please feel free to continue watching if you would like my princess." His voice is different this time though you fail to catch it due to your panicked mind.

Knight Rengoku! who hears talk amongst the servants of a marriage proposition for the princess causing his heart to sink as he quickly makes his way towards your quarters. He awaits outside your doors tapping his foot nervously while waiting for the doors to open. When he is allowed inside, he is quick to spot your delicate form sitting gracefully in front of your mirror as you calmly get ready for the night. "What brings you to my chambers so late at night sir Rengoku? Has something happened?" You question, voice filled with concern. Rengoku stares at your reflection from the mirror his eyes locking with yours causing your body to visibly stiffen when you see the look they hold.

Knight Rengoku! who feels his breath hitch when you demand for your staff to leave you two in the room. You turn to him giving the knight your full attention his eyes shamelessly fall to your chest where your nightgown reveals your cleavage causing him to swallow the heavy lump in his throat as he carefully fixes his posture. "Is it true my princess? Has someone made you a marriage proposition?" His question catches you by surprise as you straighten your posture giving a small nod of your head. "Yes, he appears to be a kind gentleman! Though he is quite a bit older…" A sigh leaves your glossy lips as your knight watches you shake your head in dismay.

Knight Rengoku! who finds himself walking towards his sweet princess his heart clenching when he gets close enough to notice the crease in your brows along with the small dark circles starting to form under your eyes indicating the lack of sleep you have been receiving. "My princess…have you not been resting well these days?" He whispers in such a gentle tone as he carefully places a hand on your cheek his thumb lightly caressing the spot under your eye. You hum leaning into his touch a small smile on your face as you look up at him with those kind eyes, he loved staring into each day.

Knight Rengoku! who bites his tongue when he hears his princess whisper about how warm he always was and how much you loved it. "I wonder…will I feel such warmth again when I am married?" The thought slips out unintendedly, but Rengoku hears it his grip on your face tightening as he brings the other up to gently lift your chin. "My princess…does the warmth from my body truly bring you this much comfort?" He whispers slowly inching closer to his princess's face, warm breath slightly hitting your precious skin. The two are locked in time as they both stare into each other's eyes silence filling the room.

Knight Rengoku! who apologizes for his next move as he finds himself locked in a passionate and fiery kiss with his princess. The woman whose side he has always stuck by no matter what anyone would say about the royal family. You were different no matter what anyone said he would defend you with his last breath. Pulling away from the kiss when he notices his princess starting to get fidgety, pressing his forehead against hers with a heavy sigh. "Forgive me, my princess…I have taken advantage of you." He whispers with a small pant his eyes showing you that he wanted much more than just a kiss.

Knight Rengoku! who is in complete shock when you pull him in for another kiss this time more needy and aggressive. Your knight hums into the kiss as he pulls you closer to his body arms wrapping around your smaller frame protectively as one hand finds itself entangled in your hair gripping any strands he could. You felt his body heating up even more with each sloppy kiss. "Princess…m-my princess this is wrong!" He curses distancing himself slightly from the two of you panting cheeks dusted red and bodies warm from lust and desire.

Knight Rengoku! who is pushed back onto the floor looking up at you with surprise as you straddle his torso glaring down at him with small tears in your eyes. "It's not fair…why can't it be you I marry?" Your words caused the knight's eyes to widen his chest tightening as he watched his sweet and caring princess cry on top of him. Your tears drip onto his face but your knight says nothing as he finds himself carefully rubbing circles on your hips with his rough and calloused thumbs. "Shhh. Do not cry my princess…it pains me to see you so sad." He whispers truthfully as that smile you loved so much appears once again on his handsome face.

Knight Rengoku! who carefully lifts you into his arms as he carries you towards the bed gently laying you down his eyes scanning over your entire figure wishing to keep you by his side for the rest of time. "I shall take my leave now my princess." He whispers with a small bow before turning to leave. You lay there in silence before whispering the few words he never wanted to hear leave your lips. "I'm sorry for burdening you for all these years sir Rengoku…I hope that once I am married and gone you can find true happiness in such a cruel world." He knows you do not hold any ill intentions with those words, that you had always felt like such a burden to those who serve you their lovely princess who has never asked for a single thing in life from the day he met you.

Knight Rengoku! who finds himself having you caged under him his hands on either side of your frame. "Don't say that…don't you ever say that my princess." He scolds quietly the expression on his face one of anger and pain. Rengoku hated that you felt like you were a burden especially that fact you thought you were a burden to him. "You have never once burdened me princess…from the moment I laid eyes on you I knew you were my one true princess. I will happily serve you until the day I die no matter where you go, I will follow." His confession leaves you silent however he notices the tears falling from your face.

Knight Rengoku! who kisses you passionately his hands cupping your face as he whispers sweet praises in between. "My princess…you taste so good." He whispers as he finds himself trailing kisses down your neck the small whimpers that fall from your lips sending a wave of lust to overcome him as he nibbles on your sensitive flesh. "Ah…I suppose I shouldn't leave marks can't have any more rumors spreading about my sweet princess~" He teases letting out a small chuckle when he sees a pout on your adorable face.

Knight Rengoku! who finds himself aggressively feeling up and down your body his hands yearning to touch every piece of his beloved princess as his tongue invades your mouth. "S-sir Rengoku please slow down!" You cry out softly having not ever been touched by a man before. His movements slow down as he pulls away from you a deep red dusting his cheeks as his eyes fill with love and desire. "Forgive me, my princess…I forgot you are still pure and must be savored properly." He apologizes as he pulls away from your form.

Knight Rengoku! who promises to slowly teach his lovely princess how to properly make love before excusing himself from her quarters with one last kiss. He nods to his fellow guards as he makes his way to the training grounds needing to blow off some steam, he keeps recalling how delicious his princess looked as he lightly presses a thumb across his lips a bright smile on his face. "Don't worry my princess…I'll do anything you ask of me till the end of time." He whispers before pulling his sword free ready to train his body throughout the night. His princess fills his thoughts even as he dreams later into the night.

[athanza]

Starlett - Final part

Cooper Howard/fem!OC (not self-insert)

Tags: Hurt/comfort (sort of?), non-allowed romantic connection, lots of tention, pre and post war drama, romance, some fluff

Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse (no graphic scenes or descriptions of that nature), angst, canon wasteland violence

This branches out from canon but I thought it was a cute story idea so I had to write it. Enjoy! ♡

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

2077

That night, after dinner, Irene found Cooper on the sofa with Janey asleep on his lap, watching an old noire film with the volume down low.

"Thank you very much for dinner Mr. H- Cooper." She corrected herself, speaking low so as not to wake Janey. "It was lovely."

He looked up as she walked over. "It was no trouble at all. Janey loved having you here."

She smiled at his daughters sleeping face as she sat down on the edge of the sofa. "You've got a good kid there."

He looked down at her proudly. "Yeah, I sure do."

"She reminds me of my baby sister, she lives with my folks in Sacramento. I don't get to see her much anymore with my work and everything with Frank and Lee. It'll be good to see her again."

"How long has it been?"

"Almost 2 years. I know my sister resents me for how much I'm away, but hopefully that'll change now that I'll be away from Frank, at least until the divorce proceedings." She sighed with uneasiness.

"You'll be fine." Said Cooper encouragingly. "You're stronger than you think."

"Ditto." She smiled warmly. "And don't worry about Janey, you both love her so much. She'll understand when she's older, I promise."

He smiled, touched by her words. "Thank you."

She looked into his eyes and saw something she never had, a good man, a man who loves unconditionally and stands up for his family.

She, just for a moment, imagined what it would be like if he was her husband instead of Frank, if Janey were their daughter, if this was her life and not the daily abuse she had been going home to every night.

She could feel emotions begin to well behind her eyes and she snapped out of it before she embarrassed herself.

"Well, I should get some sleep, I'll be leaving early tomorrow. Thank you again."

The warmness that emanated from her was a welcome comfort in the midst of everything that had happened in the last few months. He almost didn't want her to leave, but he couldn't let himself fall, not now, not for her. They were meant for another time, another world, not this one.

"Irene?" Said Cooper, stopping her before she left. "This whole thing with Vault Tec...something's happening, something I'm not sure we'll ever come back from.

You're free from it now. Whatever's coming...it won't be worth giving up your happiness."

What he said about Vault Tec concerned her, not that it was surprising, but he was right about her happiness, he was right about everything. She wasn't going to be held back any longer.

"Thank you." She said, smiling softly.

2296

The sky was still dark when he left the cave. He'd covered Irene with whatever he could find to try to conceal her from raiders, hoping nothing else would find her while he was gone.

He knew there was a clinic in this area somewhere but whether it had anything left in it was a gamble.

As he made his way hastily through the area, he couldn't stop thinking about her and it just made him angry, 219 years of trying to become the monster that he had to be in order to survive, only for her to show up and remind him of that warmth that he'd long since forgotten. It made him weak, but he couldn't let her die, not now.

He heard movement up ahead, two men laughing drunkenly as they stumbled to find somewhere to relieve themselves.

Raiders.

The cages and skewered bodies around the building were a dead give-away and their little base just happened to be the clinic he was looking for.

Jackpot. They definitely had a stash in there somewhere.

The two men separated to find somewhere to piss but just as one got comfortable, Cooper blast his head off and took the other one out just a split second later.

"Oh HELL no!" Came a voice from the doorway of the clinic.

Without hesitation, Cooper shot him too, a bloody mess left on the door frame behind where he had been standing.

He stormed inside, his pump-action shotgun in hand, willing to use up all of his ammo to get what he needed.

Bullets and wood chips were flying every which way, and he took a bullet or two, but it took him no time at all to obliterate every person in that building.

He searched hastily for supplies, and when he found a first aid box full of stimpaks and cotton thread, he grabbed it and left, picking up several blood packs on his way out.

2077

The next morning, Irene was up early, her bag already in her car when Cooper came out to meet her.

"You weren't kiddin' about leavin' early." He said, the clock in the hallway reading 7:12am.

"I thought it'd be best if I left earlier rather than later."

He knew why. He didn't argue.

"Give this to Janey for me, would you? I noticed she liked it and I know it'll be in good hands."

She handed Cooper a silver locket with a daisy engraved delicately on the front.

He looked at it a bit surprised. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I don't much care for it anymore. It'll be more appreciated with her." She smiled.

She did one last check of her purse to make sure she had everything and the tention in the air was starting to thicken. When she knew she had everything, she looked back up at him.

"Cooper?" She asked. "Do me a favour and don't let the world harden that heart of yours, ok? That part of people is important, even if it makes us feel weak, always remember that, ok?"

She leant forward and kissed his cheek. "See you 'round cowboy."

She smiled at him one last time before getting in her car, and as he watched her drive away he felt his heart ache a little. He would miss her, her warm smiles, and how she made Janey laugh, but it wasn't meant to be, and he knew that.

2296

He pulled off the foliage covering her now pale body and opened the case.

Her breathing was shallow and laboured, a puddle of blood underneath her that had started to coagulate.

He used one of the stimpaks, then another, then another until he had used all six, then pulled out the thread and started sewing up the deep gashes on her side that were sticky with blood.

He remembered the last time he saw her, her smile, the kiss. He remembered watching her drive away and wishing she hadn't. He remembered the last things she said to him.

"...don't let the world harden that heart of yours, ok? That part of people is important, even if it makes us feel weak..."

When he finished sewing, he hung up one of the blood bags and attached the long tube to her arm.

He was still and focused, hoping he wasn't too late, his hands now covered in her blood.

When she woke up after only a few minutes, she saw him sitting by the fire beside her and smiled sleepily.

"Hey there cowboy."

The End

[madelynhimegami]

Klug Guide

Could this one have benefitted from another day or two in the oven? Maybe, but I'm going to bed after this so it's not my problem

Klug is a regular, run-of-the-mill kid that desperately wishes to be somebody special and important.

His interest in dark magic started with Lemres, whom he knew by both having the same neighborhood. Between Lemres's family's reputation and his incredible magic prowess, Klug more or less concluded that dark magic was the coolest thing.

He also learned about the Tome of Sealing from Lemres, and that's why he sought it out.

Most of the magic he's used since claiming it is using the Tome as a supplementary source of power.

(It's still a library book. But he claims to be the owner. "This book is mine forever.")

Klug genuinely is intelligent and a good student. His studies are meticulous and his status of honor student is well-earned.

Still, to him, that's not enough. He feels inadequate from how little he stands out on his own.

Consequently, his study habits are extremely unhealthy. He often stays up late into the night reading, studying, and reviewing. God only knows how he's not passing out at his desk on a daily basis. A heavy reliance on caffeine is generally assumed.

He will never admit it out loud, but wakefulness aside, he is very, very tired. He's going to crash face-first into burnout without an intervention.

He gloats about his brilliance to cover that sense of inadequacy and to not seem vulnerable around his peers. It's the dreaded inferiority-superiority complex combo.

Klug is a massive tsundere. He refuses to say how much he cares about and appreciates the people he considers friends, deep deep down.

(Except the one time he did, to Amitie, and overreacted in embarrassment)

That does include Raffina. They may bicker, but they are friends at the end of the day.

Actually, they have a lot in common. More in common than they'd like to admit. In fact, there are several times where they have nearly identical lines. One example is the win/lose lines in Raffina's match with Klug in 20th.

Still, they're a lot less at each other's throats these days. Klug especially has really mellowed out, since Fever 2.

He's still an obnoxious jerkwad with a tendency to self-sabotage who will jump at the chance, however slight, to demonstrate how amazing he is, but he's less prone to pick a fight with Raffina for no reason.

Klug still doesn't really get along with Feli well, at all. On top of them being extremely competitive over Lemres, he's just straight up terrified of her.

Feli's like half his height and Klug is still scared of this girl.

He's not completely heartless to her either, though. In fact, he's been concerned for her well being when she wasn't herself more than once.

The only person Klug has been seen outright apologizing to is Lidelle.

Klug's match against Rulue in his 15th story is not canon. I'm just gonna toss that out there.

On top of loudly claiming to be the owner of the Tome of Sealing, Klug will also loudly deny that he has any mysterious connection to any magical entities that may or may not dwell within its pages, of which he will insist that there are not any.

He'll also very loudly deny knowing anything about romance, sex, or crushing on somebody and refuse to talk about any of it.

(He's absolutely crushing on Lemres)

If Klug can't distract himself with books, his method for dealing with high stress is escapism. Which can sometimes escalate to being outright chuuni.

Klug seems to not have much confidence in his future. He'll proclaim being destined to be an archsorceror, but he seems unable to visualize what that means or entails.

It's been suggested that the way Lemres has changed since Klug knew him from childhood (as well as his direct influence since Fever 2) has led to him to start questioning his convictions.

Honestly the above link is a really good analysis. You should read that one too.

[lumienyx]

bloodless much?

I see @spacebarbarianweird's excellent point on Tav being unable to give Astarion blood that often since it would deteriorate their health.

But also listen.

One thing I love about DND sorcery is metamagic. At its most basic, it's ' twisting and adapting your spells to suit your needs.' Sure there are the canonical effects, but thinking outside game mechanics—technically as a sorcerer you can tinker with spells however you damn well please.

Which is what my Tav does when he makes a scroll that replenishes his blood faster than is humanly (or, well, half-elvenly) possible.

Astarion ends up drinking the extra blood, leaving Tav with just enough for him to function normally and go about his day as usual (something to be definitely included in touch too much ehehe)

Which means:

A totally valid canonical reason for Tav letting Astarion drink from him daily, sometimes several times a day, i.e. Astarion never has to go without a sentient creature's blood ever again and is always well fed

I'd assume the first times Tav attempts this don't go over that well and that makes his blood cells multiply a bit too fast. He ends up going over to Shadowheart, thoroughly embarrassed and asking for a complex healing session for the Serious Condition he really could not have ended up with that quickly, having to painstakingly explain to her what the hells even happened (spoiler: she is Not Impressed. “You’re seriously making me waste a day’s worth of energy fixing you up because you wanted to become an infinite blood bank for your thirsty vampire lover?”)

Alternatively, and this fits EVEN BETTER (thanks to @satanicspinosaurus for pointing it out), the excess number of red blood cells is called erythrocytosis, which is what Tav would accidentally end up with as he experiments. And one of the primary treatments for this is LITERALLY phlebotomy, i.e. removing blood. So Tav explaining the whole situation to Astarion would probably go somewhat like this...

“Uh, Astarion?” “Yes, my sweet—” Astarion frowns after taking one glance at Tav’s face. “What is it? You look a bit feverish. Is something the matter?” Tav bites his lip, feeling his cheeks grow warm as he speaks, “Well. Yes. And no? Kind of.” “Eloquent.” Tav heaves a deep sigh. “Anyway. Shadowheart sent me. She can’t heal this… disease I have—or, well, she can, but she actually said the best treatment is something you can do for me. And we need to get to it fast, otherwise I’ll die, so. Here.” Tav extends his wrist, bared and ready to be drunk from. Astarion only blinks at him, zero understanding in his eyes and now quite a bit more concern. “You’re going to have to be a bit more specific, love," he says. "Why exactly did our resident healer send you to get healed by me? Especially since this is serious? My talents lie in stealth, trickery, and necromancy as of late—and you still look very much alive.” “Blood,” Tav grits through his teeth, looking anywhere but Astarion’s face. “You need to drink my blood. A lot of it. I completely fucked up the strength of a spell.” “What spell,” Astarion demands, “would lead to you needing to lose blood?” “I wanted to create one that would increase the amount of blood I have by speeding up the body’s natural blood replenishment speed,” Tav explains to the clouds he’s distinctly observing. Anywhere but Astarion’s face. “And well. I ended up with far more of it than I need. It’s my first attempt, all right?” He forces his head to turn to look Astarion at last, who’s still staring at him blankly, with slightly parted lips. Probably thinking Tav is a massive idiot. “You can drink just about a quarter of my blood at this point," Tav offers weakly. "With no consequence.” Astarion doesn’t react at first. At all. Simply stands there before Tav, looking at him long and hard as if waiting for more words that never come, as the weight of embarrassment blocks all of Tav’s attempts at further explaining himself. “Well, darling,” Astarion finally says, taking the couple of steps that separate them—and suddenly, Tav feels Astarion’s hands on him, locking him in an embrace he’s happy to be captive in. Tav melts into it, mesmerized by the hungry look in those red eyes, as always comforted by the coolness of Astarion’s skin as he leans in to place a kiss on Tav’s neck. “How could I say no to such a delicious treat?”

Astarion gets his treat every day from now on. He is very happy with the arrangement

The result of Tav’s experiments is a Scroll of Blood Replenishment that I imagine Tav would stylize to look quite cool, red parchment and all. But since he would be making those scrolls on the daily, I guess the red would be a bit overkill to do that often and it ends up looking like any other scroll, much to Tav's dismay, but he needs to keep things efficient for his lover

In time, Tav learns to cast the spell sans scroll (does Gale help him out with it? sorcerer-wizard buddies ftw??) So, Astarion can just slide up to him, pull a Puss in Boots look, and Tav would just have to whisper a few words, his body instantly providing a filling meal for Astarion whenever and wherever they are

And I just think that’s neat, thanks for coming to my BloodTed Talk.

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[clownistyping]

May I please have some head canons with Liz,Abe and Kraus on signs that they got some mega feels for an S/O? I wonder if they treat them differently and such uwu 💕

My life has changed again ever since I last posted lmao, that's for another post. enjoy the symbolism gifs bc its too hard to find gifs of these three

Liz (movie version) 

She's a mess, she's sure that the feelings are one sided. But a piece of her is still burning bright to believe that there's a chance you like her back. 

She hides from you and becomes a bit of a stalker, not in a weird way. Like photos on the wall, she boy does she daydream.

She gets help from Professor Broom in how to go about confessing her feelings. Too embarrassed to go to Hellboy since they had a past relationship. (I can't erase what they had) 

She writes letters to you, they always have a crisp edge to them. But it's the one letter that's basically ash that you can tell meant the most from her. Her confession of admiration to you. 

When you do accept it, she has to take a cold shower because she's so overjoyed. 

But then she's terrified, what if she hurts you? Or even worse? It's the last thing she wants but the first thing on her mind. But your comforting words help her immensely. She's never felt so safe. 

Abe (movie version)

Him and Liz are big writers to be honest, so he's writing sonnets and poems inspired by his admiration and love for you. But he goes out of his way to be with you. 

Checks on you daily, make sure you're eating and well rested especially before a mission. 

Abe loves just being with you, albeit even if you can hear how fast his heart is racing. Especially when you lean closer to hear the story he's reading. Or the retelling of a mission with hellboy. 

He brings you gifts from the missions that take him far off, whatever he knows you like. He brings you. And by the fifth gift, you start to get the hint. There may be more than friendship behind the gifts. 

But still, he's scared of ruining this friendship.

So it's you that steps up and he's shocked when you said you know he likes you. 

'Was it really that obvious?' My brother in Christ, you made a scrapbook. 

But he's giddy, he does the same as he did before the start of the relationship. But now, he can't stop saying 'I love you'

Kraus (can be movie or comic)

He's never had such a bad stutter before until he realized his love for you. 

How can someone ever love a gas bag like him? He's constantly belittling himself even though he seems to be a confident being. He's far from it. 

He's afraid, but he wants it. Craves being with you. 

Being with you, just standing in the same room. Both takes his breath away and makes him so happy. 

He doesn't stop talking about you, like oh my god bro we get it. You like (Y/N) shut the hell up. 

But when told to make a move on you, he steps back a million times. Saying no one could be with him. He's arrogant, he's selfish. He's insecure. He's. 

It's only when you tell him how much you enjoy being with him. Does it click for him. 

It's real, you do like him. He is loved. And he loves you. 

He buys you so many gifts oh my god. 

[steddieunderdogfics]

For fics with pets:

"laughing at the broken glass" by mustlovesteve (lukamustlove)

laughing at the broken glass by mustlovesteve

@mustlovesteve

Rating: Mature

150,499 words, 40/40 chapters

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Tags: Vampire Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington-centric, POV Third Person Limited, Hurt Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has Self-Esteem Issues, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst and Humor, (mood whiplash ahoy because many of the situations are simultaneously horrifying yet hilarious), Slow Burn, Plotty, Blood Drinking, Misunderstandings, Oblivious Steve Harrington, Jealous Eddie Munson, (in a very embarrassing way. even Hopper feels bad for him.), Steve Harrington gets a dog, (sort of. it's complicated.), Angst with a Happy Ending, Sexual Tension, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Harm, Blood and Gore, Survivor Guilt, steve harrington gets Vecna'd, Psychological Torture, Minor Robin Buckley/Vickie, I was very inspired by Dracula (Daily)

Summary:

“Steve,” Eddie hissed. “What. The. Hell?” “Hey?” Steve offered. He felt Eddie shudder against him. Having a vampire’s teeth so close to his neck should have been terrifying, but that wasn’t the emotion that Steve was experiencing right now. He wondered if he really had broken his brain. - In which Steve Harrington stumbles upon a vampiric Eddie Munson and makes some questionable decisions, including locking Eddie in his basement. Though Eddie isn't thrilled with this arrangement, he seems awfully excited to watch vampire movies with his captor. Steve is determined to not lose anyone this time, but with Vecna seeking out new prey, he might just lose himself.

@theheadlessphilosopher also recommends this fic, adding: "there is a VERY PROMINENT pet and I adore her"

@stevehairingtit also recommends this fic, adding: "features man's best friend, Lucy the coywolf and, moreover, is a really long, enjoyable read about Steve going through it."

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[clarkswayne]

Sorry it’s so short! I was in a rush but I hope you enjoy it :)

Clark's arrival on Earth as an adult was a culture shock, to say the least. He had no understanding of human customs or behaviors, and his attempts to blend in were often comical. Despite being raised by his adoptive parents with human customs, he found it challenging to blend in seamlessly.

His first job interview at the Daily Planet was a disaster. He mistook a pen for some sort of food and tried to eat it. When that didn't work, he moved on to the computer. His colleagues watched in stunned silence as he gnawed on the keyboard.

Lois Lane, the star reporter, took pity on him and asked him out for coffee. Clark, not understanding that coffee was a drink, started sweating profusely. "Coffee! My favorite...food?" he stammered, causing Lois to laugh.

"You country boys are weird," she said, shaking her head.

Clark's interview with Bruce Wayne was even more awkward. Bruce was stunningly handsome, with a sharp intellect that was immediately apparent. Clark found himself staring, completely forgetting about the interview. He spent the first five minutes just staring at Bruce, completely forgetting about the questions he was supposed to ask. "You're...beautiful," he blurted out, much to Bruce's surprise.

"Excuse me?" Bruce asked, raising an eyebrow. Clark blushed, realizing what he had said. "I mean...may I court you?" he asked, trying to salvage the situation. Bruce, taken aback, just stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. "You're definitely not like anyone else I've met," he said, still chuckling. "But I think I like that."

Clark was overjoyed. "Great!" he said. "What's your favorite planet? I can bring you rocks."

Bruce looked at him, puzzled. "Planet? I'm not sure I have a favorite," he said. "And why would I want rocks?"

Clark realized he had made another mistake. "I...I thought it was a human custom," he said, embarrassed. "I'm still learning."

Bruce looked at him, intrigued. "You're not from around here, are you?" he asked.

**

Despite his odd behavior, Clark was hired at the Daily Planet. His colleagues found him strange, but also endearing. And Bruce, who had his own quirks, saw a kindred spirit in Clark. He didn't know that Clark was an alien from another planet yet, but he did recognize that Clark was different, just like him. And that was enough to form a bond between them.

[sngchngs]

Omg i LOVED the post canon wei ying death fic it was exactly what I was looking for!

U have another one if you don't mind

Married sangcheng where huaisang kepps firtling with his husband during conferences in front of everyone

And it's wangji's turn to be disgusted at them... (he's not actually disgusted just petty cus jiang cheng calls them gross all the time)

Thank you for waiting! And thanks for the prompt! Here it is!

There is a time and place, Lan Wangji thought, for married couples to flaunt their relationship. And a yearly Discussion Conference of the Cultivation Clans is not such a place. 

Especially when the host, Yunmeng Jiang's Jiang Wanyin, is one half of that couple. 

The other half is Jiang Wanyin's husband, Nie Sect Leader, Nie Huaisang. 

Who is currently, lazily, fanning himself and making direct eye contact with his husband, while slowly licking his lips from one corner of his mouth to the other. 

Lan Wangji couldn't help but to see it. He was sitting directly across from Nie Huaisang and had direct line of sight to this shameless display. 

Jiang Wanyin, to his discredit, from his raised seat at the head of the hall, eyes Nie Huaisang up and down. If Lan Wangji could describe the look in his eyes he would say that it was flirty with a touch of predatory. 

This whole exchange only lasted a few moments but was seen by nearly every person in the hall. The young Jin Sect Leader, Jin Rulan, was blushing furiously and glaring at the ground. No doubt embarrassed by his uncle's blatancy. 

Sect Leader Yao's droning speech about the newly found (discovered by Yao Sect, of course) correct methods to properly maintain a sword's sheath stuttered to a halt at the display. He loudly, obnoxiously, and with warrant, cleared his throat. 

"Perhaps," he said archly. "Sect Leaders Jiang and Nie might benefit from a short recess? The rest of us certainly would." 

Jiang Wanyin, at least, had the decency to blush. 

Nie Huaisang, on the other hand, ignoring the words for what they were, groaned in false discomfort. "What an excellent idea, Sect Leader Yao! My poor buttocks are becoming quite numb from sitting for so long!"

He stood up and sauntered his way over to stand in front of Jiang Wanyin. He raised his hands and made a parody of a bow. 

"Would this one's husband care to join me for a stroll?" He asked coyly. 

"With pleasure," Jiang Wanyin replied, his intent clear. To the room at large he said, "Sect Leaders, let us break for a thirty minute recess." 

Then the two were gone. 

Lan Wangji almost, almost, had a hard time believing that the Jiang Wanyin, who would regularly presume to criticise his relationship with his husband, Wei Ying, would have the impudence to now act in such a similar way himself.

What was that saying again? 

Ah, yes. 

The pot calling the kettle black. 

Thoughts of his husband made Lan Wangji rise to his feet and exit the hall. With long, unhurried strides, he made his way to the Jiang Ancestral Hall, where he knew he would find Wei Ying no doubt praying to his older sister and telling her about his daily life in the Cloud Recesses. 

On the way though, he stopped. And felt a sneer sneak its way onto his face. There, on the same wooden walkway as him, just off to one side against the wall of a building, and barely hidden behind some plants, were Jiang Wanyin and Nie Huaisang. 

Their mouths were locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Nie Huaisang's arms were wrapped around Jiang Wanyin's neck. And Jiang Wanyin had one hand sneaking its way inside Nie Huaisang's robes. The other hand was wrapped firmly around his waist. 

Lan Wangji cleared his throat, loudly. And felt a sense of accomplishment when the two broke apart, quickly, and acting like they had been caught doing something they shouldn't have. 

"Ah, Hanguang Jun!" Nie Huaisang breathlessly laughed, straightening his robes. "Were you perhaps looking for either Sect Leader Jiang, or myself?" 

Lan Wangji did not reply to the query. He simply looked Jiang Wanyin square in the eye, slightly raised one brow, and said, with all the judgement he could muster in one word: "Really?" 

With that one word he saw four emotions cross Jiang Wanyin's face. First confusion, then recollection, followed by understanding and finally shame. 

Lan Wangji felt a thrill of petty vindication.

And it was petty, his judgement of Jiang Wanyin's actions, but it also felt good. 

Without waiting for a response from the pair that was sure to come, he continued walking towards the Jiang Ancestral Hall. And as he neared he could hear his husband's voice, loud, and full of joy, as he regaled Jiang Yanli's Memorial plaque about his latest hilariously failed experiment. 

Yes. Lan Wangji felt like today was shaping up to be quite a good day.

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[sad-darksoul]

I LIKE IT LIKE THAT || CONNIE SPRINGER HEAD CANON

nsfw 18+

(not so much tho)

a/n: it took me way too long to find a gif of connie. obv i don’t own the gifs. i’m new to writing fanfic on tumblr so please bare with me😬 hope u enjoy

Connie hasn't been in a relationship. AT ALL. you're his first and longest relationship. two months in. he doesn't want you to know that. he's a little bit embarrassed about it. especially when jean and eren bring it up on a daily basis in their shared living room.

"you sure you want to get into a relationship connie??? you're out of practice. " eren teases

"he has no practice eren. jerking urself doesn't count" Jean laughs

connie huffs. they're right. how can connie pleasure you if he's never experienced any type of intimacy with anyone? no romantic or sexual intimacy.

sure you guys have had some moments but connie’s afraid it isn’t enough. he really liked you and doesn’t want to mess it up.

ignoring eren and jean, connie pulls out his phone to text you. you guys have been texting a lot, so those nerves have subsided.

he stares at his phone, he might not get nervous but he does hesitates to text you cuz he doesnt want to say the wrong thing.

connie blushes. eren and jean could make fun of him all they want, he’s the one that has a girlfriend!

“later losers, i have a date to get ready for.” he flicks them off and heads upstairs. has to make sure he looks presentable. maybe even edible😝

around 7:30pm, you texted connie that you were ready. he grins with excitement. he can’t wait to see his fav girl.

he looks himself over in the mirror one more time before he heads out. some baggy but not too baggy jeans, a plain white t-shirt and a jean jacket you got him randomly.

weather was fairly nice for the night he had planned. he wanted to take u to the local fair. ride some rides. especially the ferris wheel. he wanted to experience what he’s seen in movies. couples looking into each others soul at the top as the world faded.

connie gives himself a thumbs up and heads out.

connie gets in his car and drives to ur place. he got there right on time. he walks up to ur door and sends u a message that he’s arrived.

poor connie is hoping and praying that everything goes smoothly. he so deep into his worrisome thoughts that he doesn’t hear the door open.

“CONNIE!!” he snaps out of his thoughts and is met with you and ur brother porco. both you have a concerned look.

connie’s face turns bright red. he scratches the back of neck with embarrassment “s-sorry just spaced out a little. you let out a little giggle and shyly smile at him. you stand on ur tippy toes to give him a quick peck on the cheek “it’s okay. it happens”

porco scoffs “you better have her come before midnight. you hear me springer??” you roll ur eyes. porco swears he threatening. “yes porco he gets it. goodbye” you say dragging connie to his car.

“MIDNIGHT CHILDREN” “GOSH WE GET IT”

connie laughs at the banter between you and ur brother. he always finds it entertaining. “something funny springer??” you turn to him.

connie can’t help but admire you. ur outfit fitting u so well. he’s so lucky. “no sweetheart. just admiring my beautiful girlfriend” you blush. his hands find their way onto ur hips, pulling you closer to him.

you stare up at him, slightly turned on. you wrap ur arms around his neck and bring down to you to connect lips.

connie backs you u up again this car a little to hard that the car beeps. you pull away from each other. both a mess from one another.

“i guess we should get going right?” connie questions. damn you really wanted to continue making out with him. hoping that it would lead to something more.

you bite ur lip and stare him. ur way to turned on to go anywhere anymore. you sigh and decide to be truthful to him.

“connie hun, i’m very horny. the only place i wanna go is down town into ur pants!” connie’s jaw drops. shock written on his face.

you smile wide at him “we could do it in ur car. i’ve always wanted to do it in a car” u rub his arm “away from here tho” you say looking back at ur house making ur porco wasn’t looking.

connie is there trying to process everything. here he thought he had to plan out a romantic date to make some intimacy happen but who knew a small make out session would get the job done.

connie grabs you, opens the door to his car and shoves you in it. quickly making his away to the driver side. you watch and laugh as he gets into the car.

“i think i might a know a place that’ll give us the privacy we need!”

“onward springer!”

yea connie is make u his forever.

a/n: sorry if this was bad. lol i’m trying to write out my delulu thoughts🤣

[aro-ortega]

Hiiii I have quastion. how did vanya name himself? Why so Slavic 😲 (I love that for him)

Also how did he name marta (also slav) (I love her too)

hiii ! thank you so much for asking ! um. this is embarrassing. the truth is. i do not know. i used behindthenames to generate their names and i clicked the russian box bc i love russian names they are good to pronounce. many clicks later i decided on vanya mikhailov, and decided that his puppet should have a russian name as well and loved marta so picked that one

i don't have a 100% this-is-canon validation for their names, and i don't think i ever will bc i did just use a generator until i found names that i liked, but i have entertained this scenario:

okay so sidestep is an infiltrator unit thing right. maybe not all of their missions took place in america. and they would need secret identities for these missions - sidestep still does this w their hero name, civilian name, villain name, puppet name, and the made up name they give at the art party in retribution. oh also all the made up names they give out on the daily when required. so maybe while being used by the farm, step was coming up w their secret identity for their missions - step is supposed to be some amazing project right (idk much about the farm i cant read do not @ me) so being AI that is able to create identities and emulate personality would be useful for infiltration units and i absolutely see being something the farm intended of this unit to be capable of. all of this to say, maybe vanyas first mission where he had the option to craft his own secret identity was in russia and this was the first name he gave himself. or maybe it was the name he was using when he first started to realize that he is a person. and he picked marta for the puppet bc he wanted it to match his name (and also she is his girlsona so it's the name he would want for himself if he "were" a girl (he is, its just easier to be in denial when you have a second body to project certain feelings on))

also this save was the first time i played with boris, who also has a russian name despite not being russian. so i love that the three match, and that marta became friends with him

[starrbar]

Okay so Yin Yang Yo! was my absolute FAVORITE fucking show when I was a young kid, like I dunno, 10 to 13 years old. I recently revisited the show and well, I've outgrown the writing QUITE a bit. I'm in my late twenties now. But it's still very nostalgic to me, and I figured hey, I got a few light-hearted ideas, so I'll scribble em down and post em somewhere.

One of my favorite characters from YYY was Yuck because he was cute and scruffy. I like scruffy. And I probably enjoyed his voice acting too.

Anyway, I spat out some ideas for how I might rewrite the episode "Yin Yang Yuck" for a fanfic or something, but I'm too busy to write a whole fanfic, so here's the raw juices.

So first, I don't like how flippant the beginning is. Yin and Yang fight daily, and often physically, so it seems silly that this one time only, they would create life. What's a specific thing Yin and Yang would do in this fight that's different from others?

Let's say they've both been learning a new move that's high level. Master Yo taught them the basics, but neither of them can successfully use it. Hell, Woo Foo Aura might be good for this? Putting aside Aura Or Not cause I'm just having fun here.

Yin has a partial grasp on the idea of it because she'll happily express love and passion, but Yang is too embarrassed to express himself and he tries not to feel those vulnerable emotions. So let's say Yin gets REALLY pissed at Yang one day (hopefully over something much less dumb than what started their fight in canon) and she gives in to using her anger for her aura instead, and Yang does the same, even though his anger is normally performative and light-hearted. The two of them genuinely set out to hurt each other in some way, which is what flares up their worst traits—traits they're directly channeling into physical Woo Foo energy.

Their auras reject them because of their misuse of their emotions to fuel the power, and instead they clash and combine. The sheer power creates a new being made of both of their worst qualities, topped off with hatred for each of those qualities and their good ones as well, because well, they were feeling some level of hatred for each other in those moments.

He calls himself Yuck because he is full of self-loathing and awful contradictions, and because the parts of Yin and Yang that love one another despite their differences did not get transferred to him. Yin and Yang are left without the ability to feel any negative hateful emotions. Maybe sadness? But not anger. Not the desire to harm.

I also just realized that yeah, I'd make Yuck nonbinary because he was made from a boy and girl who perform their genders in such AGGRESSIVELY normative ways, but I could buy that he uses he/him because nobody in this family knows what nonbinary is and Yuck isn't really concerned with it, but he still finds that he's completely being perceived either way. He doesn't care about his pronouns, etc.

He's also not really in a position to figure out what identity makes him feel right? Because again, he's just made out of awful traits. He's ashamed of ALL his interests and all his circumstances (and Yin and Yang's circumstances), so he lashes out any time someone tries to be nice and understanding towards him. He's disgusted by Yin and Yang's sugary sweet kindness. He's driven to violent rage when someone so much as steps in his way. He snaps at people when they seem to "have a tone" or look at him grumpily or don't respond to him quickly enough. He perceives every action someone takes in the worst possible light. He's miserable.

Master Yo is alarmed at what Yin and Yang did, and especially that it resulted in a new living person being made. He decides that it would be the most humane to split him back up and send his traits back to the twins, because they're incomplete without being able to work through them naturally, and Yuck is a being created purely to hate and hurt. However, Yuck doesn't want to die, of course. So he attacks.

Master Yo can easily kick his ass tbh. There's no reason little level 2 Yuck should be able to beat a Woo Foo master. But maybe Yuck has hostages. He doesn't attack Master Yo directly, he keeps him away by threatening others. Yin and Yang have to come up behind him and try to take him by surprise, and then they have to "kill" him to his face when their surprise attack fails. It pains them both to do this, but they have to be whole again.

After the fight, they're back to their normal selves and Yuck is gone, and they still feel like they just did something cruel....

[saccharinecoffee]

Butterfly kisses | Fieldcest

Pairing ◈ Light Field & Clover Field

Word count ◈ 1,878

Info & Warnings ◈ Depictions of disability, fluff, pre-canon (there is implied underage in there)

Author's notes ◈ Wrote this when I was sick with a cold so it's not my best work but it's made with love ok 😭

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Touch is his sight; his hands are his eyes. He yearns and craves things he cannot have, so instead of kissing her the way he so desires, he presses the softest touch to the corner of her mouth - where his eyes should gaze upon, where his lips should press.

Growing up without sight was difficult in many regards. He had to reacquaint himself with his surroundings, with the way he walked, and went about his daily life. 

Given his age when he began learning braille, it soon became second nature to him. And in all their accommodating kindness, his parents got him a label machine, allowing him to print sticky plastic strips he could read with his fingertips on all his favourite books and items. He got a walking cane as well. Though it grew unnecessary in his own home, with how well acquainted he was with everything on a millimetric scale, he still needed to use it outside, much to his embarrassment.

Not everything was as simple, though. As one sense swapped with another, and with the added difficulty of his missing arm, many things remained challenging to get done without someone’s aid. Simple things most people took for granted, like brushing his teeth took months to master. Or eating with a knife and fork like all the other kids did. Dressing himself, though, was a particularly challenging task, no matter how easy it became on a mechanic level. At first he tried to wear things he found cool in his mind, things he’d always liked wearing prior. Patterned shirts, ripped jeans, and the like.He quickly grew despondent though, and gave that effort up entirely. He no longer took any pleasure from seeing himself in outfits he deemed pleasing – not when he couldn’t see himself at all, – so he opted for something simple and comfortable in his everyday life. White t-shirts and blue jeans became his go-to outfit. Something classic that matched no matter what, while still retaining the comfort he needed.

That is, until Clover turned into a teenager herself.

She was lively and demanding, and she grew a keen sense of fashion he wished he could witness in person. She loved enthusiastically describing what she wore every day – white silk, blue cotton, black and yellow wool. Pink denim, fuzzy fuschia, and shimmery poliester. She'd wrap his hand in hers and she'd bring it over her body for him to see the fabric up close with the touch of his fingertips. He always blushed deeply, a nervous smile on his lips as he let himself indulge in the strange, charged tension she lit between the two. Those moments wouldn't last exceptionally long, not with their morning routines being as faced paced as they were, but they were memorable parts of his day regardless. They were moments where she would paint him a word picture of the strange combinations she'd try on and give him a taste of them for himself.

That's how she began to meddle with his own style, insidiously creeping into his closet and raising a critical eyebrow at the plainness of his choices.

She began insisting with their parents to let her pick strange items for him to wear whenever they went shopping. She'd insist on how they were attractive, hip pieces the coolest and most handsome boys always wore, so it was imperative he must wear them too. A disservice, she insisted it was, that her brother's natural charm should be wasted on classical short hair trims and repetitive outfits.

Only after Light agreed did their parents let her have her way. 

Over many months she took him through stores, picking clothes she found interesting, letting him feel their texture and having him try them on. They paired items together and formed many outfits, things he could mix and match and always get satisfying and unique results that complimented him and his better attributes. He was lithe and athletic, Clover insisted, she he should let his body talk for him. She wasn’t sure what that meant, too many years without sight to truly know what his own silhouette was meant to look like, but with eager hands down his waist and hips, she did her best to explain. 

In the end, Light found himself with a decently sized closet, with hangers labelling every item for him to choose and match on his own. Knowing the compliments he got from his beloved sister, it no longer felt pointless putting in the effort.

"You look like you belong on a catwalk," she said one time as he made toast in the kitchen after school, his hip cocked to the side as he leaned on the counter and spread butter onto the crispy bread slices. "Or better yet, a stage!"

Soon after that, he began letting his hair grow. It was another one of Clover's many suggestions, but he found it quite enjoyable as it posed no impediment to his already ruined sight. He could feel how it fell down in soft waves, layered and now dyed as they pooled over his shoulders.

"It's the funny coloured hair you gave me," he joked in response.

"There's a reason you're so popular now in school and it isn't your grades," she jested. He felt and heard her approach him, standing just before him with an elbow on the counter. 

There was another thing that his sight had taken away from him, which he found difficult to replace, and that was his ability to know what his family looked like. He still recalled what his parents looked like when he was a child, even if that image was murky over years of never seeing them again. Still, they’d describe their new wrinkles and thinning, greying hair to him whenever he asked.

His sister though, was a whole other problem. She was barely old enough to remember his accident, barely old enough to have a face he could use as a template for the changes her development could have had on her. No matter how much he asked, no matter how hard she tried, he could never get the picture right.

She said her face was small, with big, round eyes, grey and green, with little flecks of gold around her pupils. She'd bring his larger hands to cup her face so he could feel the fat of her cheeks, the straightness of her small nose, the fullness of her lips. He'd brush his thumbs over her eyebrows, her eyelids and long lashes, and the freckles she described being dotted on her soft cheeks.

That was when a certain habit began to form, a habit Light would resort to almost daily for months and years to come.

His thumb would find her lips, brush over her silky smooth skin, and linger on the corner of her mouth.

A kiss. Or the closest he could find to one, at least.

She always smiled, making his thumb raise, and he'd smile too, fondly, like the wrongness of his growing, sordid yearning wasn't a concern.

That's what he did at that moment, in their kitchen, as she complimented him in the comfort of their home. What he did before they went to bed. What he did when she said a bad joke that had them both laughing regardless. She was his to love and cherish, and he did so, very, very much.

It didn't take long for her to notice his new habit. She was smarter and more attentive than most gave her credit for. They saw a young girl with brightly coloured hair and flashy clothes and took the stupid risk of underestimating her. It was their loss and he never mourned their ignorance as their prejudice eventually kicked them back in the face. But once she began to question him, he felt as though he was the one getting the retribution he didn't expect would come his way.

Clover only asked at first. Sweetly, innocently, in between bashful giggles. 

“Why do you do that, Light?”

Embarrassment was his first reaction, quickly followed by shame. 

“Does it make you uncomfortable? I apologise.”

But she laughed and brought his retreating hand back to her face and kissed his palm, telling him it was alright.

So he kept doing it.

After that, she began playing along. He'd press his thumb to the corner of her mouth longingly, and she'd turn her head to meet the digit with the centre of her lips. She'd press a kiss, like she couldn't possibly be the sweetest thing there was, and all he could do was nervously laugh it off.

But he kept doing it. And so did she. Like a gentle push and pull. A ritual he'd started as a way to innocently stave off his worst feelings had quickly turned into twice the temptation it once was. He'd find himself licking his lips along with her actions and only stopping himself too late, or blushing under his collar at the way his desires grew.

It was a game of patience and resistance. One day, something had to give.

It came in the form of Clover's gentle voice, wobbly like desperation had gotten the better of her. 

His hand had found her face as usual, had found her lips as he pressed his imaginary kiss to its corner. His thumb had gently brushed on the soft skin, feeling how delicate it was, how full and wet it was. By the time he stopped at his destination, Clover grabbed onto the front of his t-shirt, her small hands balled in fists where they rested on his chest.

"Light..." she whimpered, voice trailing off. For a moment, he wondered if she was about to cry, like he'd hurt her in some way, but no. He trailed up to her cheeks, warm and dry, and up to her lashes, long and full. She leaned into his touch, allowing the hand that cradled her face to hold her fully.

There was something precious and unspoken between the air they shared. An anxious feeling, as well as a magnetic one pulling the two together by invisible threads they could only see with their eyes closed shut. 

Light obliged her as her pretty lips parted, diving in and fulfilling the desires he'd harboured for years compounded.

She leaned into him fully, sighing and locking her lips to his. She moved like water against him, ever fluid, moulding to his own body so naturally. She belonged there, with him, as her hands wrapped around his middle and settled on his back, as his good arm circled her shoulders and held her by the back of her neck, so close to the roots of her hair. She tasted so sweet, and his heart swole in his chest as the magnitude of their union settled in his core.

His sister wanted him. Clover wanted him. Innocence and temptation tucked into one, small package for him to unwrap with clumsy hands.

As they parted, Light’s eyes searched the darkness for her, his hand tracing her hairline until he reached her jaw. She was still and quiet as he cupped her cheek once more, a stupid grin on his face as his thumb found the smiling corner of her mouth once more.

“I’ve wanted to do this for the longest time,” he said.

She laughed, hands grasping him closer to her.

“Light,” she whispered as she did so, something conspiratorial and euphoric in her tone. “Better keep doing it then, to make up for all that lost time.”

He couldn’t be happier to oblige.

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Because I didn't add them the first time and have been continuing my re-re-rewatch:

Jhamel

Jhamel and Shran interactions

Every time Trip managed to talk Malcolm into Doing Something Dumb by giving him either the puppy dog eyes or the Smug Smile

Malcolm's annoyed sigh at himself, when he'd give in

Malcolm's Little Shit™ energy

Malcolm and Hoshi channelling their dual Little Shit™ energy to wind up Trip in Rogue Planet

(I can't get over the smirks on both their faces and Trip's look of sheer horror at Hoshi's warning)

Hoshi screaming at the Klingon to SHUT UP! when she can't remember the words in his language

Hoshi telling Travis to read a book and then the shot cutting away immediately to canon reader Malcolm

CARROTS!

T'Pol in an Enterprise uniform (why didn't they just leave her in that?)

T'Pol's compassion toward Malcolm as he mourned Hawkins and the number of deaths in the Expanse

T'Pol's compassion toward Trip in The Forgotten

Malcolm being the first person Hoshi calls both times she is accosted by Tarquin in Exile, and the fact that Tarquin bases his avatar on the way Malcolm looks to try and trick her into feeling safe

T'Pol wishing that Vulcans hadn't given up their capacity for violence after the one (1) time someone (who is not Trip) strokes her ears in Acquisition

Trip being so indignant about T'Pol's skepticism at him being in his underwear in Acquisition

PORTHOS how could I forget the Best Boy?

The fact that Hoshi was the only person to get some in Two Days and Two Nights and didn't boast about it

The banter between Rostov and Kelly in Vox Sola

Forrest and Soval's frenemyship ending in friendship

T'Pol ignoring the embarrassment that is the gazelle speech and calling out her superiors for being hypcrites

T'Pol's joke about the Orions

T'Pol's joke about the dragon

Trip's shirts

Malcolm and Phlox having breakfast together daily

Malcolm's voice bringing Hoshi home in Vanishing Point, after her hallucinated version of him tells Travis off on her behalf in the mess hall

Trip confident he can ride a horse and T'Pol being skeptical about his claim

Flying Squirrel Malcolm

Codebreaker Hoshi

The NX-01 going to warp

T'Pol putting the NX-01 between the Klingon ships and the Qhu'Vat colony

WTF why is this already longer than my first post?

Anyway, enjoy more of my tired brain rambles.

star trek: enterprise fans, list your favourite thing about the show, go