#shortys-ocs

[sosadraws]

Since Art Fight is like a month away, I think it's a good time to start introducing some silly OCs I have. So here's a silly little gal that loves books and gossip like nobody else.

A more detailed character description on my AF: https://artfight.net/character/4081180.klbr-s1204-winzig-signalis

In a modern AU she's probably the type of person to type like "OMG hiiiii!!!!! ^_^ ❤❤", but if you piss her off enough or you mess with any of her eules, she pulls out screenshots your search hystory and threatens you unless you apologize.

[coffee-and-tea-time]

Hey, I know the vote isn't done yet but I was wondering what our first interactions would be like with them all?

We can certainly arrange that!! Ask related to this post!

*Internally kicking his feet like a little girl seeing so many interactions with our post* ( • ᴗ • )

although maybe it’s a little short since we would rather leave more context for the actual posts - Tea

I read wrong a comment and thought they were requesting a shop owner when in truth they were talking about the seller, now the shop has an extra character *look into the abyss in poor reading comprehension*

In my defense, google said 'shopkeeper' was an equivalent to shop owner *disappointed of herself in non-native english speaker* but oh well, the more the merrier (ʃƪ＾3＾）～♡- coffee

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗ ↔ ♪⁽⁽٩( ᐖ )۶⁾⁾ ₍₍٩( ᐛ )۶₎₎♪ ⬅ representation of the twins receiving incentives to post

Word count: 2k

tw: yandere behavior, nonhuman yanderes, human yanderes, delusional, RIP self-preservation, written in you/yours, willing reader

-`♡´- Dizie -`♡´-

You walk into your house, still submerged in your own thoughts as you walk through the door.

"Uh, maybe I should arrange something to welcome Dizie when he arrives? I hope I don't come off as awkward..."

But... Why is your place so dark?

 You hear the door being slammed shut and as you attempt to turn towards it, a hand snakes over your mouth with a delicate yet firm touch as another coils around your waist from behind. 

"You were worried about my first impression of you? That's… really cute"

The voice of a man purrs near your ear and then you feel his face gently nuzzling with the top of your head like an affectionate cat, a rather deadly one.

"I took the liberty of checking around your home, you know, to make sure everything is like it's supposed to be, to make sure nobody else is lurking around… I'm so glad that isn't the case, you're all mine to cherish… only mine"

You feel his nuzzling being replaced by a soft kiss on the top of your head, as the slender hand covering your mouth moves to gently hold your face while his thumb gently rubs your cheek. 

[Clarification: Dizie is NOT stuck in his past or still in love with the last “darling” he was bought by. He doesn't see the reader as a replacement of any sort. We want to get that out of the way from the get go, he's just traumatized (as he probably should be ngl) - the twins]

-`♡´- Gabriel -`♡´-

Tossing your keys onto your couch cushion you let out a soft sigh, the walk back home was rather awkward, well, as awkward as can be with a man following behind like a lost puppy, his eyes practically piercing the back of your head. You wondered why he kept walking behind you but brushed the thought out quickly as you felt him let out a veery faint sigh of awe while glancing around your home.

“it smells just like you-”

The man whispered to himself, his words quiet yet the silence of you both being alone allowed you to hear him very clearly. flattering, but also a little unnerving. 

How did he manage to smell you when he was walking like a meter away from you?

His hands fidgeted as you glanced back at him, his eyes landing on your form still basking in the sight like you were some sort of divine entity before him.

 “This must be Gabriel then” 

you thought, connecting your choice with the man that just randomly started following you which you didn't have the heart to scare away.

 When the seller said he was a worshiper… he wasn't exaggerating.

Shakily, he reaches for one of your hands, clasping it tenderly with both his hands, completely engulfing yours with the warmth of his nervous fidgeting. His cheeks blaze red by the mere idea of touching your skin.

He leans down, pressing his forehead to the back of your hand, taking a shaky breath, then looking up to meet your gaze with pure adoration.

“I'm so incredibly thankful to be in your presence, darling. I'm so glad you chose me…”

(A person called him and Grier 'pathetic little mew mews' and now that lives rent free on my head; if you read this, I love your energy - coffee)

-`♡´- Oliver -`♡´-

This man is eager, that's for sure. There's no denying it as he practically drags you with him to his bakery as soon as your finger grazed his name on that paper.

You couldn't say a thing though, that wide smile on his face was just as sweet as the scent that wafted through the air as you entered the shop with the jingle of the welcome bell.

You were ordered to sit back and enjoy a cup of coffee with some butter cookies for the wait. He wanted to make something special, he said, quickly diving into the kitchen without saying another word.

You took a small bite of the cookie thinking perhaps there was something in it, but if you were his darling now then it shouldn't be anything harmful, should it? The cookie was… just any normal cookie, it was delicious even, buttery and crumbly, mixing perfectly with the rich flavor of the coffee. 

Your mind drifted to the man’s appearance as he gave you constant glances, peeking from the kitchen a little too often, it was adorable in a way, like he was checking if you were still there. There was no need to check though, he had locked the entrance as soon as you walked in and you had totally noticed. You weren't going anywhere. 

A few minutes later he peeked again, though this time with a tray in his hands, he approached and placed it in front of you, a delicious slice of cheesecake greeting you. He smiled proudly as he saw your mouth water and as you eyes scanned the delicious treat you couldn't help but notice the fresh cut on his finger already bandaged up yet still bleeding a bit through the gauze… how deep was the cut? The blood was so red it didn't look like a superficial wound.

“I'm just a bit nervous, Dear, i wanted to cut it perfectly for you… my hand must have slipped”

He reassured you, dismissing the severity of it but quickly hiding the cut from you. His sheepish smile though made you forget about it for a hot minute- how was this bulky man such a sweetheart? 

Your fork soon dug into the creamy goodness of the cheesecake, the raspberry sauce that sat on top dripping a bit, its rich red color almost resembling that of his blood. What a passionate baker…

(...I love him, okay? -Tea)

-`♡´- singer  -`♡´-

The door of the car is opened before you get the chance to even lift a finger and you are greeted by the angelic face of a man, worthy of praise and worship, smiling down at you and offering his hand as to help you get out of the car

"Hi~, welcome welcome, how are you feeling on such a joyful day as today? I hope that you are as thrilled as I am"

He says with a charming smile, holding your hand delicately for you to exit the car then  guides you into his house, his eyes ogling you like a three course meal.

"Would you like something to drink? A water perhaps? I don't really have much sugary drinks since i take care of my vocal cords, but if that's what you'd like then I'll absolutely find a way to get it for you"

"Oh, I'm really fine, don't wor-"

His step falters before stopping dead in his tracks, his smile softening in… awe? He shuffles closer as your voice trails off by the sudden action.

"Oh, Honey, I'm so sorry to interrupt your words, I just couldn't help but get closer… you speak so softly, I'd wish to hear you more clearly"

He puts his hand on your shoulder reassuringly, though it quickly moves up to your neck, his thumb caressing your throat.

"You shouldn't overthink too much, your duty here is being happy with me, and when I'm not around, feel free to enjoy your free time as you wish; my only condition here is you take care of yourself and… to not look at anyone else in the eye for too long… but well, you should’ve already expected that, you signed for it, honey"

-`♡´- Myotis -`♡´-

You feel your heart on your throat as the butler opens the door for you, as you make your way inside, you feel like you walked straight into a historical movie of some sort, if the outside looked already out of a gothic fairytale, you can't find the words to describe how impressive the inside is.

"I'm glad you seem to like the place, Amore, that makes things easier for both of us. I hope you can forgive my eagerness to meet you"

You can't help but get surprised when you notice him right beside you, speaking to you dearly as he grabs your hand as if it was made of glass to softly kiss the back before giving you a smile.

"Fear not, you can always indulge yourself and wander around to enjoy the mansion, but I rather that the precious focus of your gaze be on me, I’d be delighted to spend as much time with you as possible, don't you think so?" 

-`♡´- Lior -`♡´

You enter your home excited, wondering if you should get some fairy lights and stuff for the yandere you chose when a rustling in the distance disturbs your thoughts, grounding you back to reality.

You make your way in the direction of the noise and find yourself standing in front of your bedroom window where the poor moth boy flutters his wings trying to squeeze past the small gap, half of his body still hanging outside the window. This must be Lior.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't want to disturb you, I just thought I would be able to fit in the open gap"

You truly can't help but giggle at the situation, okay, he is really cute for a yandere, the seller sure speaks the truth.

He grumbles uncomfortably, wiggling his way inside your home. His satchel almost falling out the window, but he manages to grab it mid air. Fast reflexes, that's a plus.

"I brought a present with me!"

He sighed out in relief while holding his satchel. With some effort due to his limited movement, he is quick to lift his bag and rummage through it, proudly lifting in the air a big cinnamon scented candle.

“Some light for my daylight! I-I thought you'd like it, though I'm not allowed to use candles… I always burn myself with the wax”

(he's my baby and i love him, thank you very much. -tea)

-`♡´- Tarak -`♡´

"Huh, what a gorgeous being…for a human… I will accept your proposal"

The dragon says in a low husky voice, gazing at you with a smirk, his hand gently lifting your chin so that your eyes meet his.

"You were the one that got chosen, not the other way around"

The seller quickly remarks, the humanoid dragon clicking his tongue in response.

“Same difference... the order of the factors does not alter the product after all, we are united either way”

Even if the humanoid acts roughly with the seller, Tarak gently puts your hand on his arm and holds it there as he walks outside of the store with you. What a gentleman.

"You are going to love the forest, of course, my cave is most enchanting, but I did in fact go out of my way and make a cabin next to it, everything is already taken cared of, I know not every species has the resilience to prosper in my environment, but, well, your ancestors used to live in caves... so maybe you can manage"

“Is my home not an option from the beginning?”

You say a little nervous, not sure if you can actually survive in a forest without being eaten alive by the wildlife, although you must admit that is kind of a silly thought if you think of the power of a dragon like him.

He looked like he was about to protest your request, but just your scent in the air was all he needed to sense your feelings and give you a look as he relaxed his shoulder in defeat.

"... alright, I'll indulge you, we have a lot of time in our hands to adjust to the changes around us anyways, I'll stay at your home until you are comfortable enough to come to mine, I will make sure to adorn it in any way you please for when that time comes"

He gently messes with your hair as a way to reassure you before he resumes walking, following you to your home.

-`♡´- Grier -`♡´ 

The seller goes down the wooden ladder after taking the tape off the camera lense and signs for you to come closer to it.

"The cameras here don't have sound but showing you to him should be enough of a clue all by itself"

You freeze as the security camera focuses on you, standing there, you wave awkwardly and the camera starts moving side to side abruptly before freezing,  like the person behind it moved away from it.

"Well, either he fainted or he is coming right away!"

The seller says in a cheerful voice as he goes to cover the camera lense again with a strip of tape. A couple of minutes pass before you hear the screeching stop of a car parking in front of the shop hurriedly, soon followed by a panting man who barges inside like his life depended on it.

“I’m here! I'm here!!” 

He says almost tripping on his own feet as he shoves in your face a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Oh, those are my favorites! Thank you"

"I-I know, don't worry, I made sure to do a quick background check on your medical history so I don't trigger any allergies, I promise I will gather more information tonight! Don't worry"

-`♡´- The seller -`♡´

"I already told you, I'm not a yandere"

"How did you know I don't go out?"

"You're practically chronically online! It's just a lucky guess"

"My screen time is something even weirder for you to know!"

"..."

"..."

"... don't tell management"

[Clarification: yes, the seller’s is shorter, that's because as far as we can tell, he's most likely to win first place in the survey so we are saving up most of his character and interactions for his main post (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ - the twins] 

-`♡´- …owner? -`♡´

…???

"Oh, that's an interesting turn of events, so many options yet the button you press is not even part of the survey..? How experimental”

The owner let out a rich laugh as he spoke his usual nonsense to catch your attention through the speakers of the shop.

"Ah yes, 'nonsense'. What a disappointing excuse.."

The owner argued with himself under his breath before he sights.

"Want something to drink?"

*Ejem* little clarification (it's the third one now in this post, get a grip. - tea to himself), characters that aren't in this survey have already been requested in asks or comments or, well, won the first survey. we haven't forgotten about them, we are already working on their posts 💚 - tea

Don't forget! If you like something specific, you can ask freely! As I said before, we love interactions! (Attentions seekers? More like validation seekers lol) - coffee

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣

Divider by tea ✌️ (i know I'm amazing/j)

[persicapink]

Klown art from tonight's stream (and one from yesterday)

I'll get to doing Nene's ref later, I'm so tired bro

[glitchinginthegarden]

post-shower smoke break 🚬

[brokehorrorfan]

Spirit Halloween has turned the Jojo's Ice Cream Truck from Killer Klowns from Outer Space into a plush. Priced at $30, it measures 6" high, 15" wide, and 10" deep.

[voidoffline]

@blackkatdraws your toon x Mobster characters reminded me of some other gay dudes from the qsmp. Charlie (goopy guy) and Mariana

Jack and Charlie would get along well I think

Gavriel and Mariana however I do not think would get along. (also don’t let Mariana looking like an angel fool you. He has committed great crimes)

[softspeirs]

can i request #27 for ellie and bucky please if you're feeling it? — @shoshiwrites

#27: pulling the other one toward them - this was just made for John Egan. A little interlude shortly after Ellie and John are reunited. (I wrote this on my phone - excuse any spelling mistakes!)

When he’s cleared from the hospital on base, he feels lost. The prospect of being able to go wherever he wants whenever he wants is more daunting than it is freeing.

He almost, almost wishes he was Air Exec again, if only so he could have something to keep his mind busy.

He decides to go see Ellie the first chance he gets. He isn’t flying for who knows how long, and now that he and Gale and Benny and Crank are all back home, he needs a change of scenery.

He escapes the scrutiny of his friends in favor of the cool, smooth wood of the bar in her pub.

“Major,” she greets him, with a shy smile and a tilt of her head, like she’d been expecting him.

He still can’t quite believe that he’s here. She fills a pint without being asked. She doesn’t quiz him about why he’s here, when he got discharged, what happens next…. any of it.

He thinks he loves her for it.

He puts up with some good natured ribbing from some of the locals, but he doesn’t think he’s imagining the relief on their faces - he wonders how it must feel to them, to know that when they get on a first name basis with American fly boys, they run the risk of losing someone, too. As if they could stand to lose anything more.

He overstays his welcome. Knows it, does it anyway, watches with amusement and adoration as she does nothing but raise an eyebrow as she goes over to lock the door after shooing everyone out so she can close for lunch.

She comes close, her skirt brushing his kneecaps where he sits, back facing the bar. As she goes past, he reaches for her, grabs a hand.

Her cheeks turn adorably pink as she struggles to meet his eyes. He feels he’ll burst with the affection he feels for this girl who poured her heart out to him on paper, but is struggling to meet his eyes here, now.

He tugs her closer. Makes room for her between his long legs. Stops just short of pulling her body against his - lets her make the decision if that’s what she wants.

His head fogs as she gets a little closer, her perfume sweet and sharp in his nose. Her lips brush his cheek and he sighs, a satisfied grin settling on his lips.

“Have you eaten?” She whispers. She sounds worried. He wants to kiss her.

“They fed me at the hospital before they let me leave.”

She hums. “I could use a bite.”

“I did promise you a date.”

He is not quite ready for a cafe or a busy restaurant. His appetite isn’t there, and he’s relieved when she tugs him down the street towards a small shop and comes back out with fish and chips.

They find a quiet place to sit, and he revels in this - the smell of fresh food, the breeze making her hair flutter, and her eyes on him.

He reaches for her again, pulling her closer to him as they sit side by side. He filches chips and laughs when she scrunches her nose in displeasure.

For the first time in months, his mind is blissfully empty. He wishes he could stay here like this forever.

An hour goes by before she turns to him, brows creased. “What time do you need to be back?”

“I wasn’t on a schedule.”

“Major Cleven will worry.”

“He always worries.”

“You need to get some rest.” She insists, hand light on the side of his face.

“Trying to get rid of me?” He’s joking, but it comes out genuine.

This time she’s the one who tugs him closer. One of his arms slides around her waist.

“I’d keep you with me if I could.” She whispers.

He kisses her, unable to go another second without closing the gap between them. She tastes sharp like vinegar, and her hand on his cheek slides up to tangle in his hair, scratching his scalp until he shivers.

He’s never had a girl walk him home before, but that’s what happens on this night. Hand in hand, they walk until they reach the gate, the man on duty raising his hand in greeting but saying nothing.

It’s not dark yet, and she insists she can get home on her own well enough.

The day was so easy. He had forgotten life could feel like that.

His hand feels empty without her smaller one in his, and he resolves to remedy that first thing in the morning. That night be finally sleeps soundly, his nightmares chased away by the memory of a hand in his and the feeling of her in his arms, her heartbeat matching his.

[praxidikegal]

District 13 AU (I should really stop calling it 13AU, it's a snowbaird happily ever after AU)

Orpheus Sage Snow

Nickname: Sejy

Third of my Snowbaird kid

Born and grew up in district 13 along with his elder sisters. When he was younger, he nearly died from a pox outbreak, which led to his father, fully joining 13 to the rebellion. Moved to the Capitol at 16.His father enrolled him into his former academy to assimilate him into the Capitol and went to school there along with his childhood friend, Micheal. There, he met his first friend, Ophelia Vickers (Coriolanus, knowing his opinionated son and not wanting him to end up like a certain someone, requested his former classmate to have her daughter befriend his son) then he met Julius "Julian" Creed. The four became fast friends.

Orpheus Sage loves wearing his mother's jewelry and loves to visit his mother's family in 12 (to which Julian would insist in coming along). Orpheus Sage also has a natural charisma and massive flirt and is genuinely physically affectionate. He is rebellious and would often not listen to anyone but his mother. His shenanigans had led to the news and sometimes kidnapped that no bodyguard ever stayed employed with him.

He will outright ignore anyone who will not say his full name. The only other nickname he will answer to is "Sejy" but it's only cuz that's what Ophelia had affectionally call him and that he notice his father flinches when he is called by that nickname and so never correct it.

In college, he studied and graduated in a chemistry majors(insisted by his father) with a deal that his father would fund and any projects he does. He then later pursue a career in music and theatre. His singing career is a hit and has led to travel everywhere and mostly away from his family's politics but helps out in ways he can whenever they badger him.

Their band back in when they were in the academy (Julian plays the piano)

[zerothegoblin]

Kkfos doodles, i was liek into this aloongg time ago, with da game coming out a while ago my fixation on it started up again lol

[truelazymaker]

I quickly sketched this because I found it funny and I want to make it canon lol-

The aftermath of his nap:

He shrunk. He is now child sized.

His power (specifically the one he inherited from his father) would often malfunction if he slept too long. Usually the results of it is him being a size of a child for a day or two then turn back to normal afterwards.

Sorry for tagging again-

Plushie Lazy Priest belongs to @novalizinpeace

AU belongs to @onyxonline

[klown-boi]

HEHEHEE SWEETHEART AND SHORTY!!!! She belongs to me I lobeeee herrrr

[coffee-and-tea-time]

🂠 ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ 🂠 Tea party menu🂠 ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ 🂠

Coffee speaking! Tea speaking! Twins speaking!

We have a various kinds of tea, chai latte is my personal favorite tho

Come on Dear, take a sit with us in this tea party! If you rather coffee, of course we have!

We have a lot of little treats to share with you as well!

Maybe is someone's happy not-birthday? oh, its our not-birthday too!

So, tell us, what do you wish to have?

🍅 Fruit salad:

INTRO POST

🍋 Lemon:

edit! Not really bullys

human! Lemon + silly edit

wish I was your safe space

🍓 Strawberry:

edit! Not really bullys

🍈 Melon:

Sweet sweet rain

🍏 Green Apple:

edit! Not really bullys

🍍 Pineapple:

edit! Interruption

better that sleeping pills

➤ keep pretending

➤ Say something

do you notice?

human! Pin

🫀Lovesick!:

You need a proper care, Dear (Lovesick! Doctor)

Can't you stay longer? (Lovesick! Patient x Reader.)

💐 Hanahaki killer:

Imagine if hanahaki isn't a sickness but a serial killer

❄️ Backrooms:

liminal space single daddy introduction post

🏪 The yandere shop:

welcome to the shop! What are you looking for?

Sneak peek of the first encounters

Out of the menu, still the choice (the seller post)

You choose... me? (Grier post)

🎪 Circus:

Why being a side character when you can have the spotlight?

✨ Specials

Halloween special 🎃 (2024)

Oh, and if you don't find that little something you're searching for...

You can always sit and ask/sugest us, dont be shy, Dear. Although we express differently, we share our only braincell.

So come sit with us and enjoy this little tea party we prepared for you, with all the sweets and the sours too!

Ah, last but not least, english isn't our first language, probably you all will find weird things in my posts lol, y si prefieren leer algo en español, también pueden pedirnos usarlo si hacen un ask, acá está el intro post en español.

Our beloved neighbors that come to celebrate their not birthday with us! (anon list):

🧸 anon

🍰 anon

🥞anon

Do you also want to celebrate your not birthday? Of course, come with us, my brother makes the best brownie ever, you should try it!

[persicapink]

mean to him

[minart-was-taken]

OC-tober Day 21, Vaara!

She's another character who's hard to set a creation date for, as she's existed in some shape since 2015, but she's only in recent years taken recognizable shape as the Vaara we have here today.

She's kind of a vessel for me to project rage and ego onto, because what's a young woman without rage and ego. 💛 Also her name means DANGER!! Woaa scary!! Genuinely tho if I was in a room with all my ocs she'd scare me the most. Please don't hurt me.

[softspeirs]

Daisies + Love Letters (7): John Egan x OC

Author's Note: It's been so long but good news: I am still insane over these two, and they're still insane for each other. This one takes place post-war. TW for nightmares, mentions of PTSD, and descriptions of violence.

Seven. Dreams.

He wakes with a start, a cry dying in his throat. Instead of fading, the images behind his eyes are still vivid.

Her voice is the first thing he hears. “I love you. You’re safe.” She whispers, her words a soothing balm on his tired, tired soul.

He wipes a hand over his face, not really embarrassed, but feeling a strange type of shame that he can’t voice.

“‘m sorry.” He mumbles.

She doesn’t tell him not to apologize - she doesn’t need to. They’ve been here before.

“Love you too.” He adds, voice earnest. “I’m okay.”

He dreams of that night in Germany at least once a week. It gets worse every time. Some nights he dreams of these men he didn’t even know, the helplessness and stark fear that hit him when he realized what was happening.

Other nights he dreams it’s Gale with him. Gale and Crank and Murph and the rest, and he has to watch as they go down one by one, the terrible bang of a gunshot echoing in his ears long after he wakes.

Ellie is always right there, right there with a soothing word and a kiss to his sweaty brow. She has never once asked him what he dreams about, and she never tells him it’s all going to be okay. She tells him she loves him instead, and he fights the little voice in his head that screams you don’t deserve her over and over again.

The worst part of all of this is that the dreams get worse when he sees the guys, when Gale and Marge come to visit or when Benny stops by on his way through town.

It takes everything he has not to shut himself away, to do what he’s always done and isolate himself after drinking himself to sleep.

So they escaped to Manitowoc, seeking a safe haven at his childhood home, and still it was impossible.

He scared his mother half to death as he lurched awake in the middle of the night, wishing like hell he had asked Ellie to abandon decorum and sleep in his bedroom with him.

He had begged her to go to a hotel with him the next night, refusing to give his mother any more to worry about, anxious to get away from the wary, scared glances from his sisters. He knows they don’t pity him, but he doesn’t know what to tell them and they don’t know what to say.

Now, he sits up in bed, head in his hands as he tries to catch his breath. His heart rate is high but slowing as Ellie leans over and rubs a gentle hand on his back. He shudders under her touch.

"Come with me," She says softly, taking his hand and urging him out of bed.

They pause so she can pull her robe over her shoulders, and she hands him the matching one from the hook by the bed. When they're both ready, she takes his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Silently, they both head for the door, Ellie leading the way and John closing it softly behind them. They booked a hotel right on Lake Michigan and Ellie is grateful for it now as they sink their feet into the cool sand.

Bucky squeezes her hand again as they walk. "Thank you." He says quietly. He sighs as the cool lake breeze hits him. "Did I scare you?"

"No." Her answer is quick, definitive.

"I know I keep you awake some nights.”

“But it’s not your fault. And it doesn’t scare me. I just wish I could make things better for you.”

He looks down at her quickly, eyes going back to his feet as he schools his expression - he’s still not used to her wanting to take care of him. “You do make things better. Just by being here, you do.”

She hugs his arm close, squeezing his hand and pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“Can we just… can we just sit here for a while?” He asks, and it’s so plaintive, she can’t deny him, can’t push him to be more vulnerable.

So they sit in the sand, they watch the waves come rolling in, and she leans her head on his broad shoulder and she scoots closer, feels the kiss he presses to the crown of her head.

This ache inside of him won’t go away. Maybe not ever. He knows that, doesn’t need a doctor or anyone else to confirm what he already knows - he lost a piece of himself in the stalag, the piece of him that was halfway dead the minute they tried to kill him on a city street in Germany. Hell, maybe even before then, as he watched crew after crew go down.

Whether she knows it or not, Ellie has already helped him tremendously. She saved his life. The nights he doesn’t have nightmares, he dreams of her. Of her and the life they’ll have together, as soon as he gathers his courage and asks her the damn question.

“We should go see your family.” He blurts, voice rough.

She frowns. “Won’t that—“ Won’t that make it worse? She doesn’t say it out loud, but it’s understood anyway, hanging in the air between them.

“It would be nice to get out of the city for a while.”

Ellie hums. “Are you asking me to run away with you?”

“I think we already did that part.” His voice is low with laughter. He leans in, nose ghosting over the shell of her ear. He presses a kiss there, where her ear meets her neck, and inhales the subtle sweet scent of her, perfume lingering from the day.

She turns towards him and they hover there in the in between, their breath mingling and growing heavier as they delight in being this close, finding comfort in the warmth radiating off each other.

“I’d go anywhere with you, John Egan.”

He kisses her then, a little more feverishly than he intended, but he can’t help himself, not when she’s here and she’s looking at him like that, and she loves him.

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wanted to draw @aurevoiralways 's vincent rosario !! i rlly rlly like vincent's design its so rRARARARAR and he teaches alchemy which is so cool of a subject. I'd love to know more abt him if ever but I shan't push you 💪i hope i did him right i think i made his hair poofier tho my bad 😭

also!! i think ive figured out yonal's teaching outfit now, just gotta make a ref sheet of it eheh