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[lxvvie]

Y'all know that whole trend that was going around social media with women calling their significant other by their full name? Yeah, that one. Yet another conversation was had, this time it was about the reactions your favorite babygurls would have if you called them by their full government name because of reasons. Maybe.

Capt. John Price - He's, uh, startled but not enough to drop his cigar this time. Does take a puff of it, though, before addressing you like it's the calm before the storm. Isn't too fazed because he heard it enough from his own mom growing up and he figures he's suave and diplomatic enough to placate you.

Gaz - Pointedly ignores you while giving you side glances here and there which is a major indicator that he's gotten into some shit. Probably. More than likely. Yeah... it was Soap's fault.

Alex Keller - Actually did get into some shit. Does not answer the call of duty.

Soap - You hear 'ah, shit', heavy footsteps, probably a crash, and Soap's peeking his head out from the other room. Has a deer-in-headlights look about him. It was Gaz's fault, goddamnit. He's so adorable. It's enough to make you giggle.

Ghost - You get a grunt. And then it hits him. He stops doing whatever it is he's doing. Fuck, he knows that tone. Simon turns to look at you and he stares into your soul or something like that. What in the hell kind of made-up middle name is that? You spend the better part of a good minute staring each other down before you're all, "I love you ♥️," and Ghost groans and rolls his eyes and goes back to whatever it was he was doing. But not before he grunts out a "Love ya, too." in return.

Alejandro - This is one of the few things that'll actually faze the man. Will damn near break his neck turning to face you to see what's wrong and his eyes will be wide. Oh, the last time he heard his full name called like that was from his beloved grandmother and he'd gotten into some shit then, okay?

Rudy - Ducks his head. Doesn't show his face; he can't bear the sternness of your voice, your gaze. It wasn't him this time, he swears; it remains, though, the way you say his name, an echo in his mind: Ro-DOL-fo. Why'd you have the emphasize THAT part of his name, huh?

König - König.exe stops working. Actually does break something trying to get to you. His eyes are fucking saucers, okay? Oh shit, what did he do this time, Schatz? Are you getting him back after that one time he snuck up on you to surprise you and you dropped dinner? Did you find out about the time he accidentally messed up the laundry and the white clothes came out pink? WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO DO FIX THIS?! Oh, you... just needed him to grab something off the top shelf for you.

Horangi - Also did some shit. Is unapologetic about it. Hits you with a nonchalant, "Yeah?"

Graves - STAYS IN SOME SHIT, OKAY? Saunters in like the smug bastard he is. Smirks and winks at you. "Haven't heard that name in a while, darlin'. What's your fancy?"

Valeria - Pulls a Uno Reverse and calls you by your full government name. Wait―

[cressidagrey]

Holy Ground - Chapter 6

Summary:

Nobody knew that Azriel found his mate. Until she nearly died. This is the aftermath.

Warning:

Rhys Bashing (as usual), Inner Circle Bashing (kinda), Referenced/Implied Sexual Assault, Referenced/Implied Domestic Violence, Discussion of Religion(?), Chronic Injury/Pain/Illness, Minor Character Death (It's probably nobody you love), Magical Work Accidents, Explosions, Injuries

If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of your own mental health and don't read it.

It had been two days since…since Merrill’s death, and Irena was getting restless. While she appreciated Azriel’s presence, his constant hovering was starting to grate on her patience. Though she knew he meant well, it was beginning to feel a little like being under house arrest.

"Az," she said carefully that morning after he had tried to spoonfed her porridge, even when she had told him finally that she could just about manage to eat that on her own. "I love you, but you are driving me nuts," she told him seriously. "Please go and...do something."

Azriel looked at her, surprise flashing across his face at her straightforward comment. For a moment, he looked torn between wanting to keep watching over her... and wanting to not drive her crazy in the process.

Finally he relented, letting out a deep sigh. "Fine," he said gruffly. "I'll go find something to do. But I'm not going far, and I'll be back to check on you soon."

"Go punch Cassian, duck when he punches back, or something,” she suggested. 

Azriel rolled his eyes at her suggestion, but he couldn't help a small smile. "That's your recommendation?" he said dryly. "Go pick a fight with Cassian?"

Irena shrugged, wincing a little as the movement pulled at her still-healing leg. "It's a suggestion," she said dryly. "It would certainly help you burn off some of that energy you're burning through hovering over me constantly."

Azriel chuckled reluctantly at that, shaking his head. "You're impossible, you know," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Fine, I'll go pick a fight with Cassian. Happy?"

"Ecstatic," Irena told him drily.

There was a commotion outside the door, just at that moment.

"You can't keep me away from my friend!" Roslin. Irena would recognise her best friends voice anywhere.

Azriel heard Roslin's voice outside the door and immediately tensed up, his protective instincts kicking in. He looked at Irena, his expression concerned. "It's Roslin," he said quietly.

"Let her in," she said easily. "She can keep me company, while Cassian beats you up," she told him brightly.

Her mate just raised an eyebrow at her. "I can beat him up, too, you know," he said drily. Azriel dropped a kiss to her head, before he went to open the door wide. Irena craned her head, eeing Roslin go head to head with The General, while Gwyn was standing just a few paces behind her with Nesta.

The General looked slightly frazzled, as if he had been trying to hold back an incoming storm but was about to be blown away. Roslin, on the other hand, looked as fierce and stubborn as ever. Irena smiled at the sight of her friend.

"Ros," she called for her friend.Roslin's head whipped around at Irena's voice, and her expression immediately went from fierce to worried. "Irena!" she cried, shoving her way past The General and rushing over to the bed. "Oh my gods, you look horrible!"

"Thanks," Irena said wryly, rolling her eyes. "You look lovely too."

Roslin sat down on the edge of Irena’s bed, her eyes flicking over her friend's body, taking in the various bandages and scrapes. "Are you okay?" she asked anxiously.

Irena shrugged, wincing only slightly this time. "I'm fine," she said, trying to downplay the severity of her injuries. "Really, Ros, I'm okay. Azriel's just being paranoid."

Only then Roslin seemed to realise Azriel's presence, staring at him. "You owe me so many cookies," she hissed at Irena, making her laugh.

"You owe us so many cookies," Gwyn agreed, as she entered the room.

Azriel just looked at the two priestesses, his expression somewhere between exasperated and amused. "Cookies?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't ask," Irena said, shaking her head. "It's what we use to pay our dues in the library," she said with some amusement.

Roslin settled heavily on the bed beside her, taking her hand in hers. "I was so worried about you," she said quietly. "We all were."

Go, Irena mouthed to Azriel, who inclined his head, leaving the room.

"Alright, tell me," Roslin demanded as soon as the door closed. "How long has this been going on!"

"2 years," she admitted to her friend.

Roslin's eyes practically popped out of her head. "Two years?!" she exclaimed. "Two years and you never thought to tell me?"

"Seriousyl?!" Gwyn demanded. "You could have told us something!"

Irena sighed, feeling a little guilty for keeping it a secret for so long. "I know, I know," she said, shaking her head. "I just...I didn't know how to even say it, if I'm being honest. I just wanted time to figure it out...to wrap my head around it...He's my mate. I never thought I would have that," she explained softly.

Roslin and Gwyn both immediately softened at her words. "Oh, Irena," Roslin said, squeezing her hand gently. "I'm happy for you, truly."

"We're happy for you," Gwyn echoed, nodding. "Even if you kept us in the dark for two whole years."

"How did you even manage that?!" Roslin demanded. “Nobody had a clue?!”

Irena silently held up her wrist, where the shadows wrapped themselves around on a near daily basis. 

Roslin's eyes widened as she saw the shadows on Irena's wrist. "Are those...are those his shadows?" she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Gwyn leaned forward, peering at the shadows with a mixture of curiosity and fascination. Irena nodded, the shadows moving against her skin in a comforting caress. 

"Yeah, they kind of have a mind of their own," she explained. "They follow me around constantly."

"They're beautiful," Gwyn said quietly, her eyes tracing the shadows as they shifted with each movement of Irena's arm.

"They look like they really like you," Roslin commented wryly, raising an eyebrow. "Just like the shadowsinger."

Irena blushed slightly at Roslin's comment, her lips twisting into a wry smile. "Thanks...?"

Roslin's eyes flicked over her friend's face, noticing the blush. "Oh, you’re blushing. That’s cute," she teased. "Is he..." Roslin trailed off. "He's always so serious..."

Irena chuckled softly. "Well, he's a spy," she said wryly. "Being serious kind of comes with the territory, I suppose."

Roslin leaned back against the headboard, her arms crossed over her chest. "True," she said thoughtfully. "But is he like that with you?"

Irena thought for a moment, her fingers toying with the edge of the blanket as she considered the question. "He's...he's less serious with me," she said slowly. "He's still serious most of the time, but he's also...he's sweet. He's gentle," she said softly.

"Azriel is kind," she explained. "And that's...He is everything I ever wanted.”

The complete opposite of her late husband in every way. 

Roslin and Gwyn shared a knowing look between them, clearly seeing the love and affection on Irena's face. "You really love him, don't you?" Roslin said gently. It was a statement, not a question.

Irena looked down at her hands, at the shadows that still curled around her wrist, and she gave a little nod. "More than I ever thought I could love anyone," she admitted softly. "He's...everything to me."

She hadn’t thought she would ever be in love…didn’t think that that was something that was going to happen to her…but there she was…And Irena was utterly and irrevocably in love with Azriel. 

There was silence for a moment, and then Roslin leaned over, pulling Irena into a gentle hug. "I'm happy for you," she whispered fervently. "I'm so happy you found someone who loves you like that. He...he treats you well?" she asked Irena softly.

"He spoils me rotten," Irena said drily.

Roslin laughed, the tension in her shoulders easing a little at Irena's answer. "Spoils you rotten, huh?" she repeated with a raised eyebrow. "So he's a complete softie, is that what you're saying?"

Irena chuckled, shaking her head. "Not a softie," she corrected. "But he's definitely...he's very protective. And he's always trying to take care of me, even when I don't need it."

"He certainly does like to hover," Gwyn agreed from the other side of the bed.

Roslin hummed in agreement, her eyes studying Irena's face. "But you like that, don't you?"

Gwyn laughed softly, an amused look on her face. "I bet he's even more broody than usual when he's around you," she said, a gleam in her eye. "Especially now, when you're hurt."

Irena swallowed at that reminder.

"What...What...When is the...Memorial Service for Merill?" she asked quietly.

The air in the room immediately darkened at the mention of Merrill. Roslin's face went a shade paler, while even Gwyn looked a little solemn.

"Tomorrow," Roslin answered quietly. "Clotho's handling the arrangements."

Irena nodded, swallowing past the lump in her throat. She took a deep breath, trying to hold back the sudden wave of grief that threatened to overwhelm her. There was a moment of heavy silence, filled only by the sound of her slightly labored breaths.

"I can't believe she is really gone," Irena said weakly. "I told her it was a bad idea but she didn't listen and..."

"Hey, it's not your fault, Irena," Gwyn said quickly, reaching out to rest a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You warned her. You told her not to do that...it's not on you."

"She didn't deserve to die like that," Irena choked out. "The library is supposed to be a safe place."

"And it is," Roslin agreed. "The library is a safe place. If one follows the rules and the guidance Clotho and you give. It's not your fault that Merill thought she knew better," Roslin said quietly. "Meera feels horrible by the way."

"What? Why?" Irena asked. "Is it about Merrill?"

"It's about you," Roslin said drily. "Irena, you wouldn't have been in that office if Meera hadn't come to you."Irena's eyes widened at that. 

"Wait, Meera thinks that she's responsible for what happened to me?" she asked, incredulous. "Why on earth would she think that?"

Roslin shook her head, her expression full of regret. "She's taking it really badly," she explained. "She feels like she's the reason you were...were hurt. She's been beating herself up about it all week."

"That's ridiculous!" Irena exclaimed, sitting up a little straighter against the pillows. "Meera had nothing to do with what happened! It was Merrill's actions, no one else's."

"Yeah, it was," Gwyn agreed. "It wasn't Meera's fault. And it also wasn't yours."

Irena took a deep breath, trying to control the wave of guilt that was still threatening to overwhelm her. It wasn't her fault...she knew that logically. But deep down, a part of her still wondered if there was something else she could have done to stop Merrill.

"I just...I keep going over it in my mind," she admitted softly. "Thinking about what if I had reacted differently, or if I had done something else..."

"Irena, you did what you could," Roslin interrupted firmly. "You warned Merrill not to use that spell, you told her it was too risky. What more could you have done?”

"I don't know," she whispered.

Roslin moved over towards Irena again, pulling her into another hug. "Don't blame yourself. It was Merrill's choice to use that spell. It was her choice to ignore your warnings. You did everything you could."

Irena leaned into the hug, letting her friends' words and presence soothe the tumultuous emotions still churning inside her. "You're right," she said softly. "I know you're right. But it doesn't make it any easier, does it?"

"No, it doesn't," Roslin agreed. "But you're not alone. You've got all of us. And you've got a big, broody, overprotective mate who's probably pacing outside the room right now. You have been holding out on us," Rosline teased her, and Irena couldn’t help but laugh.

***

Azriel stood outside the door of Irena's room, his back against the wall, his mind racing. He was torn between wanting to barge into the room and see Irena for himself and knowing he had to give her time with her friends. He'd never been a particularly patient or relaxed male, but waiting outside that blasted door was testing all his limits.

"How is she?" Cassian asked him.

Azriel let out a huff, his eyes locked on the door. "She's...she's in one piece, at least," he said gruffly. "Which I suppose is something."

Cassian let out a huff of his own, shaking his head. "You're a mess, you know that right?"

"I am very much aware," Azriel gave back testily. "Irena said I should hit you and duck when you hit back," he said with some amusement.

Cassian's eyes widened in surprise and then he burst out laughing. "She did, did she?" he asked, clearly amused by the idea of Irena advising Azriel to deck him.

"Will it make you feel better?" Cassian asked him.

"I think so," Azriel admitted. His brother jostled him with his wing.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Cassian said easily. Which was how they found themselves in the Sparring Ring again.

"I am sorry," Cassian said as he stepped back, taking up position. Azriel just sighed.

"You didn't do anything," he said with a shrug. Not really at least.

It wasn’t on Cassian. Cassian hadn’t been the main reason. Granted Cassian had said things that he hadn’t liked…ill-thought out things that had been hurtful…but Cassian had never carved out his heart like Rhys had done. It had just been…annoying. 

“I did,” Cassian disagreed. “I wasn’t particularly nice to you. I also really should learn when to shut up, one of those days.”

Azriel couldn’t help but snort. He moved with  grace and precision, years of training engrained in every move he made. But his mind was not fully focused, and Cassian was able to get a few blows in even as Azriel tried to beat his guilt and worry out of himself.

"You didn't tell me that you met your mate," Cassian said sharply. "I fucked up. I know that, Az."

Azriel blocked another one of Cassian's punches, grunting with the effort. "I didn't tell anyone," he said gruffly. "We didn't tell anyone."

He feinted left and ducked as Cassian attempted to punch him in the ribs, but Cassian was faster and caught him in the side anyway. Azriel grunted, the pain momentarily clearing his mind. He landed a blow of his own on Cassian's shoulder, sending his brother stumbling back.

They circled each other, sizing each other up. Azriel's mind was clearer now, more focused. He moved with more precision, his punches more calculated with each blow.

"Rhys admitted to what he did...about Elain...and about Mor," Cassian said carefully.

Azriel's jaw tightened at the mention of both females. He could feel the anger and hurt stirring inside of him again. But he couldn't let himself fall into that darkness, not now.

"It doesn't matter," Azriel panted.

"Why did you keep her a secret?" Cassian asked.

"Because Irena’s the best thing that ever happened to me. And because I wanted her just for myself," Azriel admitted seriously. "because I didn't want the pressure of anybody else...because I was hurt and angry at being treated like a soldier and not Rhys' brother...because I wanted one thing in my life that brought me happiness."

He lunged forward, aiming a punch at Cassian’s chest. Cassian blocked it expertly, but Azriel didn't give him time to counterattack. He feinted again, going low, then striking high. He landed a blow to Cassian's jaw, causing his head to snap to the side.

Cassian staggered, a trickle of blood staining his teeth. Azriel waited for him to steady himself. He knew he should feel guilty, they were brothers after all, but the relief of finally being able to do something, of not standing around and waiting, was too strong for it to take hold.

"She's your mate, brother," Cassian agreed. "Nobody is going to take her from you."

"Merrill nearly did," Azriel snapped.

Cassian let out a huff, wiping the blood off his mouth. "Merrill was a fool," he said with a shake of his head. "And it's not like I don't understand your worry, the thought of what could have been...it haunts me too. But Irena is alive. She's in that room with her friends."

Azriel exhaled, the anger and fear in him slowly subsiding. He lowered his hands, taking a step back from Cassian. He knew his brother was right, but that didn't make the worry or guilt any less.

"She's safe and she's alive," Cassian repeated. "She's yours, and you're hers. There's nothing more to it. She is your mate. It's the most powerful bond in the world. It's...it's a blessing, brother."

Azriel knew Cassian was right. The thought of Irena, his beautiful, strong, intelligent, and kind mate, sent a wave of fierce possessive need through him. He wanted to hold her, to keep her safe, to protect her with every breath he took.

"I know," he said simply.

"She's nice," Nesta said suddenly from the sidelines. "Irena. She seems...nice."

Both Azriel and Cassian looked up, surprised to find Nesta watching them from the sidelines. They'd both been so lost in their little sparring match, they hadn't even heard her approach.

Azriel straightened up, the tension easing from his shoulders slightly at the sight of her. Cassian, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised to hear Nesta complimenting someone.

"She is," Azriel agreed. "I think you could like her," he told Nesta. "She loves books as much as you."

Nesta's lips flickered into a small smile, a glimmer of interest in her eyes. "Does she?" she asked, her tone betraying her curiosity.

Azriel nodded, a small smile of his own tugging at his lips. "She adores them," he confirmed. "She has pretty much devoured the whole romance section over the last 2 centuries."

Cassian let out a bark of laughter. "Romance, eh?" he said with a knowing look at Azriel.

Azriel felt his cheeks heat up slightly. "Don't start," he warned.

Cassian laughed again, throwing his arm around Azriel's shoulders. "Did you romance her properly?"

Azriel's cheeks heated up even more at the implication, and he shot Cassian a sharp glare. "She's my mate, of course, I did," he retorted.

"Does she make you happy?" Nesta asked him seriously.

Azriel's expression softened at that. He paused for a moment, the question carrying more weight than he would have expected. "Yes," he said quietly, the word simple yet honest. "She makes me happier than I ever thought I could feel."

[luveline]

dad!eddie taking care of you after a fainting spell? and hugs from both munsons please ♡♡ tysm

dad!eddie x reader my love <3 not quite a fainting spell but he takes care of you after a shock!! (almost step mom!reader) 2k

Eddie's daughter, Roan, is screaming from the very top of her lungs. You shoot up in bed, your heart racketeering out of your chest, just begging to burst you open and have you dropping dead right there in the bedroom as you shoot onto your feet. You rush to the top of the stairs, and the closer you get the more distinguishable her words are. 

"We will ROCK!" she's shouting, accompanied by punctuating metallic thuds, wooden spoons against pots and pans. "Because that is what rockstars do! Hold on to your SOCKS!" 

Eddie chuckles from somewhere near her, though through his laughter he says, "Ro! You'll wake Y/N up, baby, you can't be shouting!" 

"She needs to get up already it is nearly the afternoon," she says, with a fierceness only harmed by her disjointed pronunciation. 

"But she was up last night with you, you meanie," Eddie says. 

Roan bangs a pot. "Dad, it's not nice to call people names. You'll give them a col- a compel- a complex," she insists. 

"It's not nice to wake people up when they're sleeping." 

"You wake me up every day." 

You make your way down the stairs as they talk, your heart thud thud thudding against your ribs even though the danger you'd imagined is firmly non-existent. 

"And you keep me up at night. Wanna call it even?" Eddie's asking her. 

You walk past the front door and turn down the hall leading to the kitchen. Roan is sitting on the kitchen floor surrounded by all your pots, and Eddie's sitting at the small dining table with a mug between his hands. He's looking at you before you make it into the kitchen. He must've heard your steps down the stairs. 

"Hey, what's with the face?" he asks. "Are you alright?" 

Are you? Your heart is pounding still, it won't slow down, and your head feels heavy like all the blood has rushed and stayed there. You turn your face to Roan on the floor, in her darling, purple silk pyjamas, her hair nicely brushed. Eddie's bathed her and changed her: last night she looked like a wreck, cotton jammies stained with milk dribbles and melted chocolate chips, her hair a frizzy halo. 

"Roan," you say, "are you okay?" 

"I'm rockin'!" she cheers. She stretches a little foot your way, frilly socks to the ankle. 

"Hey," Eddie says gently, standing up from his chair, coffee mug set aside. He crosses the kitchen, stepping carefully over Roan and her drumset, an expression you've never seen before on his face. "What's the matter?" he asks, hushed, his face hidden from Roan's view. 

"Nothing, I–" Your head throbs with a sharp pain, an ache behind your eye socket. You duck your head. "I don't know what's wrong," you admit. 

"Hey, hey, hey," he says, still so gently. "It's okay. You're okay. Come and sit, okay? I got you." 

You cover your eyes with your hand. Eddie leads you swiftly to a chair in the kitchen, pushing you into it by your shoulders. 

"Roan, baby," he says, "do daddy the biggest favour in the world, yeah? Will you go and get that big fluffy blanket from the living room?"

"It's so heavy," she says dubiously. 

"Drag it, baby." 

Roan jumps up to leave, accidentally kicking one of her drums as she goes. The sound is like an ice pick right into your soft brain. 

"Hey," Eddie murmurs, running a cautious hand down your back. He's bent awkwardly, trying to meet your eyes. "What's wrong, babe? Are you faint?" 

"I don't know what happened. I heard the shouting," you say, licking your lips. "I thought something happened, so I got up, and I realised it was just her having fun but my heart won't stop." 

Eddie puts his hand down your shirt without comment. It's big and warm, covering the top of your breast methodically. His thumb rubs at your collar, one slow steady line. 

"Take a deep breath, baby. It's not too fast right now."

"Sorry," you say, and maybe you're freaking out more than you thought 'cause his comfort makes your eyes water, your apology strangled and weak. 

He shushes you. You'd feel guilty for making him worry if you weren't so conscious of your aching head. 

"It's okay. She's fine, she was shouting about making music like I used to. Roan's okay, and you're okay." His hand presses firmer to your chest. 

"I know, I'm sorry." 

He wipes your tears before they can fall. He isn't as gentle as he usually would be, the few times you've cried in front of him marked by the lightest of touches, and that's your only clue that he's panicked too. 

Roan moans and grumbles as she pulls the blanket into the kitchen, having carried it across the back of her shoulders, a length of it falling into her eyes. 

"It's sooo heavy, daddy," she says. 

"And you're soooo strong." He holds your eyes for a second, an unspoken promise that he's not going anywhere for long. 

He turns to Roan and pulls the blanket off of her head. He kisses the top of her head twice, says, "Thank you muchly," in his Animal voice to make her giggle. 

You don't realise you're shivering until he's wrapped the blanket over your thighs and around your sides. He tucks it between your back and the back of the chair to keep it up, and he stays squatting in front of you with a searching gaze. 

"You're okay." He waits for you to respond with nothing but patience in his eyes. "Hey," he says, tone infused with lightness, hand rubbing roughly at your covered thighs, "it happens to me. It used to happen to me all the time, when she started walking and she'd get out of bed by herself in the mornings before I was awake, she'd climb and she'd– she'd fall." He laughs happily. "She got hurt sometimes and I hated myself. But I got better at knowing when she was up, my amazing dad senses would kick in. I'd get an itchy arm in my sleep and I'd know she was doing something she shouldn't be doing. I think you got a couple of years worth of that all in one go." 

You exhale hard, your head falling toward his. Your foreheads smush together none too gently, but he doesn't say a word after that. He curls his hands behind your neck. 

"What's wrong?" Roan asks quietly. 

Eddie gives your neck a squeeze. "Nothing," he says, leaning back. Roan's looking at you both with a concern too old for her face. 

"You guys look 'spicious. Are you having the bad head ache again?" she whispers. 

"A little bit," you tell her, not really lying.

"Sorry, was it my music?" 

"No. No, princess, it wasn't your music. I woke up with it." 

Eddie licks his lips. He sits down on the floor from his squatting position, hand around your ankle, and doesn't have to beckon for her. Roan drops into his lap and gets immediately hugged to his chest. 

"It's not your fault, but when we were shouting we woke her up, and she thought something bad happened," he explains. 

"Oh. Sorry." 

"No," you say quickly. 

"It's alright," Eddie seconds. "It's nice to say sorry when we make mistakes, but you didn't mean to, and it's not your fault that it scared her, you know? I just want you to know what's wrong." 

"It wasn't you, Roanie," you say, frowning at her crestfallen expression. "Promise. Pinky promise." 

You hold out your pinkie. Roan takes it. You shake your joined little fingers together gently. 

"Well, I won't play any music again," she says. 

"Maybe not for now," Eddie agrees. "But if her headache goes away quick then we can play tonight. Maybe we'll do karaoke!" 

"Yes," she says, though she goes shy, and turns around in Eddie's arms to wrap herself around his neck. Her face dissapears into his long hair. She whispers something you can't hear. 

Eddie lets go of your ankle to pull her in tightly, his hand big enough to cover the majority of her small back. 

"I'm not mad at you," he says, like he's answering a question. 

"I didn't mean to make her feel sick," she whispers. 

"You didn't. It's just a shock sometimes, hearing big noises when you're sleeping. Like when you fell down the step outside of Uncle Wayne's trailer last week. You remember how weird that felt? You didn't hurt yourself, but you were scared. It's like that." 

"Oh, right." 

Roan pulls away from her dad and moves to stand up, but she changes her mind and gives him a quick second hug before she does. Then she climbs off of his lap and turns on the spot to you, her puppy dog eyes wide and soft at the edges, her eyebrows pulled up at the starts. She looks so much like her dad.

"Is it a dark headache or a light one?" she asks. 

You blink at her. "Um…" 

"'Cos sometimes you turn the lights off. Dad can put the shutters down." 

"Oh," you laugh. "No, babe, it's not that bad. The lights need to stay on, anyway, so I can see your beautiful, gorgeous face." You push a curl behind her ear. The older she gets, the straighter her hair becomes, like the weight of it is pulling it down. The ends curls up still, and it looks lovely when it's freshly washed like this. 

"You're beautifuler," Roan says, blushing at the attention. 

"No way, you're the most gaw-juss girl in the world." Prettiest, loveliest, smartest. Isn't that why you'd been as terrified as you were, worrying something bad happened to her? 

"Isn't she prettiest?" you ask Eddie. 

"Why do you girls do this? You have arguments and then I end up in trouble. If I say it's Roan, you'll punch my guts, and if I say it's you you'll both punch my guts. Either way, I get a gut punch and you guys make me grovel." 

"So choose the right one," you say, easing your hands under Roans armpits. 

You pull her into your lap and twist her so you can put your chin over her head. Your eye still aches with a constant shooting pain, but it’s not so bad, and Roan's nice-smelling hair and tiny fingers petting your arm makes it manageable. 

"No. I refuse to choose."

"So neither of us are pretty?" you ask lazily, hiding your face in Roan's downy hair. 

He gasps. Roan gasps. He knows you've set him up and he flicks your ankle. It's code for I'll get you back. 

"Dad, we are pretty!" 

"I know you are! I never ever said you weren't, mom's setting me up!" 

You beam. Mom, interchangeable to both of them with your name, not always used, is a delight to hear. You certainly feel like her mom when you're having conniptions over her safety. 

"No," Roan says loudly. You tamp down a wince. "Mom's sick, you're settling up yourself!" 

Eddie grabs your ankle again, his fingertips breaching the cuff of your sweatpants to feel your calf. 

"You're both equally gorgeous. Now don't ask me again, I need to make breakfast." 

"Okay," Roan says, turning in your lap to push her face against your collar. "Make breakfast. We are hungry." 

You look down at her with a bunch of different feelings. Happy she's alright, entertained by her delivery even if she doesn't mean to sound so deadpan funny. And astonished, most of all, that she loves you. That they love you.

Eddie kisses the top of your head. "Feel better?" he asks. 

"Yeah," you say. You feel much better now. 

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more eddie and roan ♡ pls reblog if u enjoyed love u!!

[thesoulforgeorder]

How would the ROs react to the MC suddenly confessing their love during a high-stakes, life-threatening situation?

Nico - "Really?!" His voice cracks as he ducks under the arm of an exillium, his bewildered expression not faltering even as he dodges the frantic attacks. "Now of all times?!" He slams his weapon into the skull of the exillium, black ichor exploding around him. "You're lucky I love you too," The words are said with his back to you, only his red ears visible.

Theo - "You love me?" Theo whispers, an expression of awe on his face as he freezes on the battlefield. A large grin on his face, eyes focused on you. With Theo distracted, he is unable to avoid the charging exillium, the beast slamming into his side. He hits the floor and rolls, springing up next to you with a sheepish expression.

Astrid - Her concentration wavers, the bullet kicking up a dust cloud next to the exillium, the beast able to escape. "What did you say?" She whirls around, disbelief clear. "I love you," MC says, voice shaking. She pulls MC into a kiss, her rifle crashing to the floor.

Mina - Mina's staff smashes against the exillium and you hear the creature's ribs snap under the force of the hit. She spins around and with a click of a button, it changes into a spear, and she sends into the head of another. She turns to MC, face red, but not from exertion. "If you really care for me, then concentrate on the battle. Don't let me lose you here."

Will - "Not really the time for this, MC!" Will shouts through gritted teeth, holding back two exilliums, his muscles straining as he tries to wrestle away. "We can have that heart to heart when we aren't about to die!" His fist smashes through the exillium's chest, black ichor pouring over his arm and chest.

Ara - Ara's fingers fly over her screen, eyes focused on the data in front of her, and her mouth screaming commands to be heard over the chaos of battle. She misses the MC's first confession, mind distracted by keeping everyone alive. The second confession, her face softens briefly but she snaps back into focus, only saying, "I love you too," before barking out commands again.

I'm sure you were looking for more dramatic reactions from the older soulforge group but in all honesty, every mission is a life or death situation. They would be too focused on trying to ensure everyone lives to react properly in the moment.

They would definitely be much more enthusiastic when they don't have to worry about keeping people alive though. Whereas the youngsters, well, they are still new and don't know the consequences to losing focus.

[florencetypemaniacs]

How would the ROs react if their MC is a very affectionate person and they suddenly stop? Because someone told them that they are very annoying

💛 Marcel 

Marcel would try to handle this as delicately as possible when he first noticed it. He knows that relationships go through stages and wouldn't want you to feel like you were in the wrong for not being as affectionate as before, but he would miss it. 

I could see him trying to test the waters with his affection, wanting to know what you were okay with, which would bring up a conversation about what you were comfortable with. 

When he hears about what that person said, he is already shaking his head.

 "Don't listen to them. They don't know our relationship or us. Let us decide what is best for us, and what is best for me is for you to be yourself." Marcel said. "I don't need anyone telling you how to feel or how to act when everything you do is perfect." 

🧡 Margaret 

Margaret would notice that since she is also a very affectionate person, she would try and do the same, thinking that something was wrong with her. 

I think that you both would stew in angst and miscommunication until Marcel, Camila, or even your Aunt Zinnia made you confess what was going on before the relationship got too bad. 

When Margaret hears what that horrible woman said, she won't be able to stop herself from giving you comfort with sweet touches and words of her own. 

"I love you. This week has been miserable without your soothing touches." Margaret pouts. "Please don't stop." 

❤️ Owen

Yeah, to hell with that. Owen isn't that big on public displays, but the moment you stopped, he would find that he missed it. Especially in private. 

So Owen would grab you and hold you in his lap, asking you what was wrong the moment he saw your personality change. 

When the redhead finds out the reason you are acting strange, he will shake his head in disgust. 

"That bloody bastard. Ye listen here lass/lad/duck, I don't give a mules ass what that bastard said, I want anything you will offer me." He said it, his voice softening at the very end. "The kisses, tender words, and especially the love." 

💙 Rosemary

She could sense something was wrong from a mile away. You would be able to feel her eyes on you as you hesitated to show any kind of affection. 

Rosemary would swallow down the anxiety of you getting bored because you weren't like that. 

You loved her. 

Gently creasing your cheek. "Tell me, what's the matter? Why aren't you your usual affectionate self?" 

When you finally tell her, Rosemary is at a loss for words; she wants to walk out that door and find whoever said those lies to you. 

Rosemary shook her head, kissing you lightly. "I have spent my whole life wanting to feel someone's love and kindness, so don't you dare take that away from me, dollface/angel face/handsome because no good storyteller wants to stick their nose where it doesn't belong." 

🩵 Tai

Would think you were mad at him for something and try to figure out what. How could you withhold his kisses?! What evil thing did he do? 

In the end, when he couldn't figure it out, he had to ask you, and when he found out, he couldn't help but clench his fist, starting to pace. 

"That absolute imbecile." Tai would curse them out for a few minutes before looking at you with all seriousness. 

"Wipe those thoughts from your mind. They are all false. Your affection isn't unwanted. Not by me. Not ever." 

💚 Zane 

The minute this happens, Zane will know and not be happy. First off, Zane likes a routine, especially if you're affectionate for him (something he craves like a madman) goes away. He would not be able to stop himself from right out asking what was wrong. 

When he hears why you aren't being affectionate to him, he will grip your chin. "Listen to me, little lion, the moment I stop craving your love, strike me down where I stand for that is not me." 

The next thing you know, Zane is hunting this person down to give him peace of mind. 

[miasmaghoul]

Could I tempt you into writing #18 for my guiltiest pleasure, Dewrora?

(who are we kidding i'm not guilty about it at all)

"I wanna go again," Aurora chirps as she straddles his waist, bright and excited. She's pink in the face from their last round, Dew's load dribbling still down her chest and catching on the bejeweled barbells threaded through her nipples. He licks his lips at the sight, tastes the remnants her cherry chapstick. "Can we?"

The little ghoulette plants her hands in the center of his chest and rolls her hips, and the slick sensation of her cunt gliding over his skin makes Dew's eyelids flutter. He grips her thighs, gives them a nice squeeze.

"'Course," he rasps, smoothing hot palms up her sides. Dew cups her messy little tits, groaning as he smears pearly stripes with his thumbs. She leans into it with an unabashed moan, and Dew's not yet soft cock gives a feeble twitch. It's barely been a minute since she soaked his sheets and demanded to see him squirt too. It may not be very long, but even ghouls have a refractory period. "But you gotta give a guy a minute, Ro."

Aurora pouts down at him, all flushed cheeks and frazzled curls, and she makes an indignant little hmph sound. Dew's too distracted by fingerpainting the gentle swell of her chest to see the glimmer in her eye, though.

"No fair," she complains, giving his nipple rings a tug that makes Dew wince in the best way. "Even Aeon never makes me wait."

Dew's hands go still, his eyes narrow, and Aurora ducks her head to hide her smirk.

"What was that?"

Maybe it's a little mean, a little manipulative. Maybe even more than a little - but Dew'd just so easy like this, how could she resist a little tease?

"Maybe you're getting old," she shrugs, tinged with a playful cruelty she's picked up from watching Rain. Aurora sighs, pushing herself up like she's going to leave. "If I knew you were only good for one ride, I wouldn't have bothered."

It takes all of half a second for Dew to bodily flip them, to pin her to the mattress with one hand on her throat. Not squeezing, but still a threat. Aurora grabs his arm, polished nails digging little half moons into his skin, and the way he snarls shoots through her like lightning. Dew leans down until they're nose to nose, eyes hard, and the ghoulette really has to fight the gleeful grin trying to stretch her lips.

He's just so easy.

"Watch your fuckin' mouth," he breathes, the words flowing hot over her skin, and she knows she has him.

Dew's other hand grips her thigh with bruising force, makes her heart skip against her ribs when he forces it up and the knee to get her nice and exposed. He holds it there with his elbow, nails dragging firm up her inner thigh and leaving deep red trials in their wake. They stop at the apex, long fingers spread in a vee around her swollen, throbbing clit, and the smile Aurora's been fighting can't be held back any longer.

"Make me," she taunts, the tip of her tongue caught between her fangs, and oh how Dewdrop growls.

He gives her cunt a firm spank for her trouble, one that makes her squeak, and when he shoves two fingers unceremoniously inside Aurora couldn't be happier.

Swiss was right - Dew's fun when he's angry.

[13leaguestories]

Superstition ROs reaction to Roe calling them by their full name like a mom about to scold their children over something

Chris: Immediately think he did something wrong and even after you say that you were just joking he still think you're pissed at him.

Sydero: "How the fuck do you even know my full name?"

Zillah: You don't know his real name. HA!

Rahim: "Never say that again. I don't care that it's my name."

Amari: If her human ears could actually be pinned down and back like dogs, they would. She even ducks her head.

Chanara: "The fuck you want?" Power move, she says your full name right back at you.

[burning-academia-if]

How do you think the RO's would react to the MC giving them bedroom eyes from across a room, maybe at a meeting/ party?

Rook: He probably doesn't even want to be there, and when he catches your gaze, he decides the two of you can skip. He excuses himself and grins at you as he approaches, "Feel like ditching with me?" He knows the answer, and the look in his eyes mirror your own

Beck: He notices it, but he keeps the current conversation he has going until it's natural conclusion. When it's over, he looks at you with a smile, showing you just how much he's aware of the look you're giving him. Still, he doesn't approach you, but he gives an incline of his head. If you want him, you're going to have to come and get him.

Rhea: She's mid-conversation with someone important to the school or board or whoever, when she glances to the side and catches the look you're giving her. To anyone else, it looks like a regular glance, but you sense the slight way she tenses up. The conversation doesn't last much longer before she comes to you, "Later" she whispers in promise, hand squeezing yours before she's pulled away by someone else again.

Zoe: They're oblivious to it at first. It isn't until they finally have a moment that they look for you and you look at them at the same time. They don't hide the way they're flustered, quickly ducking their head away. People around them mumble if they're ok and they mumble something about needing a break. They come up to you a few minutes later, "You're...very distracting you know." They glance from your eyes down to your lips, and away again. "And I...don't need to stay here much longer."

Lars: He senses the look you're giving him, but he hardly even glances in your direction. He goes about busy, talking to the people he needs to talk to, and when he circles back around to you, he takes you by the wrist and pulls you so you're both just out of view, mouth dipping to yours. You're pressed against the wall, gasping when he pulls away, "You're reward for being patient. You still need to wait a while longer." He leaves you there before you process what happened.

???: They don't waste a moment to excuse themself, and it's especially easy for them to pull you away. Their kissing you the moment the two of you are alone, feather light kisses, whispering against you, "You could have just come to me instead of looking so longingly by yourself."

[oneknightstand-if]

If the MC were to faint in front of them from exhaustion, how would the ROs react?

Merlin: ( ,,⩌'︿'⩌,,) Mortals are going to mortal, aren't they? I warned that one that they should be resting more. *also now you're floating*

Adrian: *has caught the MC before they hit the ground and is now carrying them around -- maybe in an actual princess carry this time! -- while fussing*

Arthur: *caught the MC before they hit the ground, checked vitals, stabilized them, assessed the lack of proper healers, and now has Merlin floating them around*

Percy: *looks back and calls out to everyone else* Hey, ${MC} is dead!

4̴0̸4̸ ̶E̷r̸r̸o̵r̴ ̵N̶o̴t̵ ̸F̷o̴u̴n̷d̵: [Oh boy I hope you progressed the relationship far enough before trying this otherwise the MC ain't waking up again]

Cassandra: *Coincidentally there just so happened to be a cushion exactly where the MC landed to break their fall. MC groggily recovers pretty fast and can walk around on their own 2 feet thankyouverymuch.*

Gwen: *FLUSTERING WILDLY*

Vivian: *MC ain't waking up in the same spot where they fainted*

Lorelei: *caught the MC before they hit the ground, checked vitals, stabilized them, and is now dragging an impromptu triage stretcher behind her because she sure doesn't trust Merlin with this*

Merlin: ( ,,⩌'︿'⩌,,) Floating is still better. I could also turn them into a duck, that'd make them easier to carry, right? Arthur: Merlin, transforming people into fowl does not help as much as you think it does!

Broderick: *has also caught the MC before they hit the ground and is carrying them around... while grumbling a lot*

[wings-of-ink]

Ask Things!

Hey everyone, just a word (well, okay, several) on Asks. I've really been enjoying all your questions and scenarios! They're a lot of fun for me to sort of see my characters a little more fully in different lights.

That said, I think I will pause answering some of them temporarily. I really would like to finish Chapter 3 before the end of April so I can post it for the Amare Games Festival. I had originally aspired to getting both 3 & 4 done for that (and they really had ought to go together), but it likely won't happen the way I want. I've got things cooking in my personal life like everyone (just little things and not all bad, but they add up), which leave me pretty exhausted by the evenings. I write the most the few hours I have before I go to sleep.

Maybe I am an odd duck, but I like to actually sit with most of your Asks and chew on them for a while (metaphorically, I'm not nibbling at my laptop - yet). If I get a few, I find myself losing track of time when I really should be working on the next chapter.

So, for now, I've decided to pause Asks that are more than just maybe a paragraph worth of response. Things like the RO reactions/responses or hypothetical scenarios, etc...

If you have a quicker question or error report or a comment, go ahead and send those to me. If I get any asks that will be a bit too long, I will likely sit on them (like a dragon hoarding gold). I don't want to delete them, but if I end up with a lot I will have to. So, if you come up with something, try to hang on to it for me (save it in your phone notes or something). When Ch 3 comes out, you may very well have more questions, lol.

I will keep accepting all Asks through the end of Friday the 5th of April.

I won't set a time on it, since I think some of you are awake while I am definitely not, lol. Just don't flood me, please.

Take care of yourselves, my friends! I'll still try to post here and there so you know I'm kicking around even if you're not seeing Ask responses floating by.

~Lunan

[f1-disaster-bi]

"You know we will actually have to go and book padel now because of what you said"

Max grinned as he popped his head out of the hotel room bathroom to look at Lando. The other wasn't looking at him. He was busy setting up Max’s streaming gear so he could do his 24 hour sim-race in a while.

"Mate, you're the one who said you'd book it", Max laughed, ducking back into the bathroom as a balled up hoodie was launched in his direction.

"You're the one that opened their big mouth, asshole", Lando raised his voice so Max would still be able to hear him, "Now people will expect pictures because you're also the one that suggested padel as our date night code word"

Max couldn't help but laugh at that because it was true.

He'd found it funny at the time. They hadn't really needed a code word for their date nights. Mainly because their date nights consisted of them staying in and gaming or watching movies and cheating on their diets. He'd just thought it would be an easy way to discuss plans while in the paddock and it worked. They'd been seen playing padel multiple times with others by now, and no one would bat an eye at it.

"Maybe I just wanted an excuse to get you all hot and sweaty", Max smirked as he ducked back into the room, narrowly avoiding yet another hoodie being flung his way.

Lando was glaring at him from where he was sitting in Max’s chair. Everything was set up around him, and the younger man was just resting, watching Max with his glare and a raised eyebrow.

"If you hadn't signed up for this stream we could be getting hot and sweaty right now to celebrate quali", Lando grumbled as Max walked over and leaned down to kiss his forehead, "But no, I have to wank alone in the shower like I'm frickin' sad and horny"

Max snorted at that as he stood behind the chair to look down at Lando who was now pouting up at him.

"Mate, you are sad and horny"

That earned him an offended sound, and when Lando tried ro get uo, he held him in place in the chair with hands in his shoulder and a kiss to his temple.

"Fuckin' rude"

"Don't be a dick"

"You're a dick", Lando muttered but he was smiling when Max leaned down to kiss him softly.

"You like when I'm a dick", Max mumbled back before his phone was going off, signalling he needed to settle in and start streaming soon.

He almost asked Lando to stay when the other sighed and pressed a kiss to his cheek but he knew they couldn't do that. Not here where Lando would be so restricted and unable to do anything when he should be resting for his own race tomorrow.

So Max just stole another kiss after the other had stood up, and promised him they'd have all the time in the world to celebrate after tomorrow and before Monaco.

Lando had grumbled in agreement, but left without a fuss despite them both wishing he could stay.

As Max settled into his set up and booted everything up, he couldn't help but smile when he noticed a familiar name popping up in the comments of the stream. One that only he and Lando knew, and it made everything a little better to know that Lando was watching.

[uroboros-if]

I just saw the ask about giving the ros flowers where Ciocana's withered, that's so sad for them :( Is it only fresh flowers that wither when they touch them? How would they feel if, after seeing that, the mc made them paper flowers or crochet flowers (some kind of non flower flower) so that they could actually keep them?

🥹🥹🥹 dhdkkdksjnd oh my god

CIOCANA would first insist they don't touch the flowers, if it isn't immediately obvious they're not real--MC, trust them, they won't last very long. Eventually, they try to prove their point by placing a finger on a petal... and then go still.

They watch it intently, waiting for it to shrivel and fall away. It doesn't.

They carefully gather the flowers from you gently, afraid of what would happen if they held too tight.

You don't have to explain; they come to the realization on their own. They hold it to their chest and feel the petals underneath their fingers. Even if it's constructed amateurishly or feels unconvincing, the gleam of wonder is evident in their dark eyes. They're beautiful.

They admire and feel the flowers for a little longer, before they duck their head and pretend they're not wiping the moisture in their eyes. They then grin up at you and declare that you're quite the romantic. Are they sure they can keep it? Because they're not handing it back, or to anyone, ever. They're keeping this forever.

(Gift giving between gods is very intimate, and Ciocana has hardly received any from any of the deities. Probably the first time!)

But 😭😭😭😭 waaa thank you so much for such a sweet ask!!!

[sentience-if]

Modern day? Au where RO and io go hang at the amusement park. Which ride is most preferred by each RO and what's their least favorite?

val: Loves the dart and balloon game. and the throwing balls at bottles game. and the duck hunter game. all the games, really. Val can probably tell you exactly how every carnival game is rigged to be more difficult than it should be. if there's pig races, they're betting their entire month's paycheck on the cutest pig

Ira: got sick after one roller coaster (too much cotton candy) but won't stop going on the swing ride. every time u turn around they're up there wiggling their feet in the air. also loves the merry-go-round mostly just for the aesthetic

Klaus: unsettlingly good at the hall of mirrors, navigating it in record time and making no mistakes. like what the fuck man. obsessed with the booth games where you race little ducks or horses or whatever. accidentally pisses off the fortune teller

connie: will have to be coerced onto any ride; frankly it's a miracle you got them to the park in the first place. but if you're careful, you can goad them into taking on the mechanical bull. will win you one, ONE, prize if you ask nicely

Kat: no coasters, no thrill rides. bumper cars is all that matters. she'll find a way to bribe the ride operator to let her take over the entire ride so you can duel her one on one. it's terrifying, it's impressive, she's violating the geneva convention, someone's losing a tooth

[leo-interactive-fiction]

Playing Triaina Academy, my MC has no chill and wants to shout their love from the rooftops.

So, I gotta ask how the ROs would react to MC bragging to everyone available that they got the bestest partner to ever exist.

Thank you for reading haha. I'm sure there are plenty who can relate to your MCs plight. Let's see...

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E quickly hops up behind you as you open your mouth once more, putting their hands over it before you can let loose another tyraid about the incomparable cuteness of your beloved neighbor.

"T-Thats fine! That's good! I think they get it! I-Its almost time for dinner, we should leave! Now!"

-------

R smiles contentedly as they listen in on your boastful celebration, chuckling quietly to themselves, "It almost feels wasteful, to see so much excitement for someone as undeserving as me...I suppose I will have some large expectations to live up to."

-------

L ducks away from the room as you make your excited announcements, fanning the heat from their face as they overhear your bragging. They can't help but smile to themselves as you talk of their superiority. "Oh, MC...if only I could find words worthy of you, I would return your praise tenfold...One day, I shall..."

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V shifts their body uncomfortably as attention begins shifting onto them. They stare back at the pairs of eyes turning to them, a hand already hovering over the grip of their handgun. "Vacate the premises, before you become an obstruction to the commander.

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Before you can get to the second phrase of your prepared speech on the greatness of tsunderes, a hand has already palmed your skull with enough pressure to turn a walnut to dust, dragging you outside. "What the hell do you think you're telling people? Are you that desperate to dive into your grave, dumbass? Because you're already 5 fucking feet deep, and my foot in your skull will be the last one you need."

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M takes your boasts a step further, giving credence to your talk with a soft kiss in front of everyone. What the crowd doesn't witness is M's heated whispering in your ear, or their listful bedroom eyes, "If you're...that...excited...I can help...solve that...for you...you know...someplace...less crowded..."

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Unfortunately, Raven had already made their rounds announcing their newfound, loving relationship with a bond that will never be broken as long as they live. When you try to give your boasts, they seem almost scared. Raven appears, waving off your confusion.

"No worries, my love! I just got a little...carried away! I was just so happy! But some people tried to ruin the occasion...you understand, don't you? I think it was just a little accident!"

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S throws an arm over your shoulders, pulling you into a rambunctious side hug while in the middle of your confession, "Ya'll here that? This guy says I'm the best! Ya know what I say to that? I'd say there ain't no one I'd rather have watchin' my back. How about a toast, to good times, and better friends! Cheers!" The entire bar follows suit, cheering happily as you sink deeper into the depressive realization that this friend zone may be inescapable.

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F folds their arms, staring an intense hole into you. The silence between you creates an oppressive atmosphere until they speak.

"Do you understand the fragility of the situation you've caused? Is there any sense in your head, of the target you paint on your back? Do you have any idea..." F pauses, composing the shaking in their hands and providing themselves a moment to breathe deep. Their voice is quiet and defeated, "Do you have any idea what the depth of the loss would be, should the worst come to pass due to your recklessness? Think, you fool."

----- thank ya for the ask! I hope you enjoyed reading haha

[florencetypemaniacs]

Ros walking into the kitchen and seeing mc in just their undies/boxers and just making coffee while still being half asleep. How would they react?

(Dating stage also maybe a lil ✨️spice✨️if comfortable with it)

⚠️ Mild NSFW

💛 Marcel

Marcel would stop when he saw you it felt so right....he didn't know how else to explain it but you standing there in the soft kitchen light made his heart flutter

Your boyfriend didn't waste anytime before kissing the back of your head.

"I love you," Marcel whispered in your ear making you smile as you turned around, now wide awake even without the coffee.

"I love you too." You said back, a soft blush on your cheeks which only made you more beautiful in Marcel's eyes.

"I want to wake up beside you every day," Marcel said, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing your fingertips.

Your face felt like it was about to split open with how big you were grinning. "I'm sure we can arrange that."

🧡 Margaret

You almost dropped your cup of coffee when you heard a squeal, you twirled your to find Margaret with a hand over her mouth but her eyes gleeful. "You're radiant."

You tried to get your head around Margaret's outburst as she put her arms around you, giving you a peck on the nose.

You were still wearing your sleepwear, your hair not brushed, and your face not washed you shook your head. "I look like a hot mess."

Margaret gasped as if you offended her. "You look amazing! I always think you look amazing even when you're not half naked." Margaret said, rambling a little. "And you making coffee that means you feel comfortable with me which is so good."

You blushed a little at Margaret's confession. "Of course, I feel comfortable with you Margaret. How could I not?"

Margaret grinned from ear to ear, a blush coating her cheeks as he bounced a little on her toes. "How about some breakfast?"

You mentally winced at the burnt smell that was yet to fill the room but your heart melted at Margaret's need to want to make you feel loved.

"How about I help you make breakfast?"

"Deal!"

❤️ Owen

Owen watched you from the doorway, his eyes trained on your body.

"If this pretty picture is going to be in my kitchen every time I wake up I don't think I would be able to sleep."

You whirled around, the sleep leaving your eyes as you looked down at yourself, seeing that you had fewer clothes than usual when you left Owen's bedroom. "I'm sorry I was just making some coffee but I can go get dressed."

Owen stepped closer, his hands on both sides of your body, making you feel like a trapped animal but the look in Owen's eye didn't make you shiver in fear but something else.

"Bloody hell, Lass/Duck/lad...all I want to do is kiss you," Owen said in a gruff voice.

When you leaned forward and opened your mouth only slightly that was all Owen needed before he was kissing you roughly, his hands finding the inside of your underwear making you moan and Owen's started sucking your neck.

"I could get used to this, lass/duck/lad," Owen said as he started to get on his knees.

💙 Rosemary

Rosemary watched you, her body still and tense. You were making coffee it was so domestic and a small part of her that she thought was dead wanted to dance around the room.

But the majority of her wanted to bolt out the door because she knew what came after the soft touches and sweet words especially when they felt at home enough to make coffee in such a radiant state. She knew that the pain would quickly follow and the soft touches would start to bruise her body.

Rosemary shook her head. No you weren't like that. You were better. You were hers. She was yours. You loved her.

But didn't he say the same thing?

You turned around and Rosemary stayed still, watching you.

A lazy smile spread across your face. "You want me to make you some coffee?"

All the fear that Rosemary was having washed away. This was you. You would never hurt or force her to do anything.

Rosemary walked towards you, catching you by surprise when she kissed you deep and soft, letting a sly smile cross her face when she pulled back and you had a far-off look in your eye.

"What was that for?" You asked, still in a daze.

"For being you."

🩵 Tai

Tai was a creature of habit. He usually started the morning by Getting up or in his case leaving his office and making a healthy breakfast before heading to the clinic. So when things were out of order it made him irritated and itching to make everything the way it was supposed to be.

But when he left for his office, thinking you were still sound asleep in his bed, this morning to see you standing in the kitchen, looking so at home in his own house he couldn't help but this to be a habit. To make this perfect picture part of his routine.

If only he could convince you.....

Tai grabbed your hand, making you jump a little only to relax when you saw Tai looking a little flustered.

"Sit down," Tai ordered making you frown in confusion.

"What? I was just putting a pot of coffee on sorry if I have overstepped"

Tai shook his head and got two cups out. "While it is deeply unhealthy to drink caffeine. I to indulge in the beverage, and you are allowed to help yourself to anything in the kitchen."

You sat down, watching as Tai started to pull out silverware and food from the fridge.

"What are you doing?"

Tai flipped through his cookbook. "Making breakfast I thought you would recognize the action of someone cooking, Oleander."

You rolled your eyes. "I see that you are cooking but why? Don't you have work?"

"I am my boss and I thought breakfast would be nice to share this morning and a thank you for putting a pot of coffee on."

You smiled and saw the little fidget in Tai's brow. He was nervous. He wanted you to stay.

With a soft smile, you got up. "Fine but I'm setting the table."

💚 Zane

It was weird. No, it was downright odd. When Zane started dating you, a lot changed for him and what he thought was normal was wrong. He knew that his childhood wasn't a happy or healthy one but he still was mind blown by situations like this.

For you to be naked wasn't something Zane was opposed to and kind of suspected when you two got moments alone together but to be making coffee like you were in a gleeful bliss. That this was normal made Zane's chest feel funny. Although it always felt funny being near you.

You were making coffee which meant you might drink it here, near Zane. Which meant you wanted to stay longer maybe even eat breakfast together like those couples on TV did.

It was all so.....nice.

"Zane?" You called pulling Zane out of his own thoughts as you looked at him a little concerned. "You alight? I called your name twice with no answer."

Zane tried to shake off your concern however the worry for him made his chest become tight. "Fine. What are you doing?"

You yawned and looked around the kitchen. "I was going to make us some breakfast but the fridge is empty."

Zane walked over to the cabinet and pulled out some cereal written on it in big letters "DO NOT EAT! ZANE'S PROPERTY" and threw it at you. "Here. Have some of this."

You glanced between the cereal and Zane. "You're letting me have some of your cereal?"

Zane got some chocolate milk out of the fridge and fixed him a glass. "You are going to need your energy for what I want to do with you."

[eating-the-inedible]

Here is a list of the inedibles that will be in this bracket

Lava

Orbeez

Orange Joe (fictional "beverage" that's a combination of orange juice and coffee)

Doll shoes

Dirt

Pen caps

Mercury

Watermelon tourmaline

Comet/scouring powder

Moss

Paper towels

Play-Doh

Drywall

Marbles

CD

DVD

Dice

Kinetic Sand

Coins 

Fiberglass insulation

3DS Stylus

Plastic Bottle Cap

Chapstick

Babybell Cheese Wax

Paper

Bouncy ball

Human meat

Venus (planet)

Cascade dishwasher pods

Acrylic Paint

Magnets

Molten glass

Pens

Sea glass

Silica gel packet

Leaves

Cocoa butter lotion

Antifreeze

Pencil Toppers, the lil eraser things

Sand

Tumbled amethyst

Rubber Ducks

The rubber balls from the game Cranium Cariboo

Polly pocket clothes

Poison Dart Frog

Snow

0.1 uF Film Capacitor

The sun

Metal

Eraser

Tide pods

Phone charger wire

Those free wooden pencils you get at ikea (just the wood shell not the lead)

Liquid nitrogen

Aquarium gravel

the weird science juice in the beakers in those stock images

Origami star

Styrofoam cup

Sticky note

Collar of shirt

This submission form

Plastic straws

Glow sticks

Oil paintings

Candle wax

Glass

Nickel sulfate solution/Nickel plating solution

Silicone wristbands

Seatbelt

The wax paper under your Poutine

Forearm (doesn't have to be one's own)

Asbestos

Candy wrapper

“Okay so technically this is edible but I’ve had urges to just take a huge bite out of certain sea creatures before. Like just a chunk from an orca or dolphin or great white or seal, etc.”

“Those stupid wooden spoons”

Furbies

Scotch tape

Artificial grapes (the wax/plastic ones for display)

phone

THE FLESH OF MY ENEMIES

Crystals

Fire

The goo inside  Stretch Armstrong

Headphone wire

Raw steak

Art

Small colorful rubber bands 

Tinfoil

Pencil lead

Cattails (the plant)

Foamy soap

Liquid soap

Bar soap

Flourite

Shiny rocks

Grass

A hunk of random fish swimming by

A live goldfish

Toothpaste

Styrofoam

Price Tag Fasteners

The moon

Pool noodles

Smol frog

Destroying angel mushroom

the smoke coming out of the grain refineries two Mike's out of Gary, Indiana, Usa

Popsicle sticks

Cardboard

My hat

The tiny rocks in school playgrounds

Gasoline

Blue laundry detergent

Spray foam insulation

Battery corrosion

Fiber optic cables

Packing peanuts

Your mother

Pond water

Dry ice

Alkali metals

Chocolate shampoo

Ping pong ball

Bricks, like the stuff you'd build with. Minecraft bricks even, if you want

Hoodie drawstrings

Horse treats

Chalk

Copper (II) Sulphate Water / Blue Science Rock + Blue Science Juice

Ink

Floam

Fabric Paint

Oil paint

that one art piece of the banana taped to the wall

the hotdog somebody encased in resin

“the thin lego plates not the base plates but like the lego piece thats like 2x8 and they kinda look like hershey chocolate bar pieces”

One of those little hamsters

Model magic

Battery Acid (the drink)

manchineel apple

Rubber band ball

The lava lamp liquid

Blood

Rosin

Wax apples

That cake decoration that came with your slice and you're like 90% sure it's not edible... but what if ?

Soap bubble

Lush cosmetics' products

Plushies

Strawberry Shortcake's dolls with scented hair

Wood

Glue

Salt lamp

People who think children are not worth their consideration

Tarmac

Shampoo

Pennies

Poisonous berries

Chunky soft yarn

Crayons 

Rock

“whatever the Chuck E Cheese Ticket Muncher Machine is eating (it's not the tickets) (or the sound itself but that's neither a solid nor a liquid so this is just kind of holding hands with the hypothetical ticket muncher food)”

Snow globe liquid

Chisel tip whiteboard marker

Raw dough

Raw fuckin cactus. alive

Grape agate

Car seat

Succulents

Keys

Lock pick

Scrub daddy

Molten sugar 

Allergens

Lightning bolts

“Bark dust. Like the dirt/bark dust that's under the bark chips on a playground. Not the chips themselves. The dust.”

Clear deodorant

Apple earbud wires

Eggshells

Squinkies

Hello kitty sweatshirt zipper

Preshredded mozzarella cheese

Scrap metal

Rose

All of the rocks at a crystal shop

Origami polyhedron model

Bubbles mixture

Cupcake liners

Hair gel

Curtain rods

Incense sticks

Incense cones

Metal thing that attaches eraser to pencil

Windshield wiper fluid

Plastic pencil grips

Wooden ice cream spoon

Book

Tree

The liquid in levels

Vanilla extract

Aroace flag

Coil incense

California state testing “next question” button

Spackle

Forbidden coal iron french fries

Garage doors that look like chocolate bars

Plastic takeout box

Velvet

Weird anime girl hair

Freezable gel ice pack

Clouds

Necklace chains

Nail polish

Pencil Shavings

Pool floats

Bao Dumpling

Spray deodorant

0.1 uF Ceramic Capacitor

Vanillish (Pokémon)

Fondant

Really fancy pillars

Computers

Favorite song

Tumblr

“THE LITTLE ORBS IN THE MOUSE (aka trackballs)”

“Any cutesy anime character like Chopper or Pikachu”

Wooden fan blades

Balsa wood sticks

Those blankets that look like tortillas

Microwave

Milk and golden honey softsoap

Batteries

1x2 lego pieces

Light bulbs

Slightly melted lounge chair

Cork (the material)

Pineapple coke

Fingernails 

Sparkly lipgloss

Race Car Tire Marble

Gold trophies

Konjac sponge

Shirt

Mandy the Slayer / Orange Spyderco Dragonfly Knife

Malachite

Heater

Glasses Temples

Typewriter keys

EVA foam

Airplane

Sword

Crumbs in the couch

Children

My wife's arm/shoulder

Records

Yellow ACE bandages

Neon Signs

Scented candles