#solaire x reader

[zevexsii]

Can you do some relationship headcanons for Artorias and Solaire, particularly with a reader who is shorter than them?

thank u for requesting dark souls anon i'm forever in your debt

artorias + solaire x short reader g/n (separately)

artorias

a nuisance about it

definitely stacks things too high so you ask him to bring them down for you (you have a stepstool, his plans never work)

treats you kind of like a small angry dog?? i hate that analogy b/c small dogs are always treated like bad dogs even though they're never treated right, but artorias understands the nuance behind that and only makes fun of you in a joking way

if you're super smaller than him he worries a little (a lot) about you being able to defend yourself, but he has the brains to worry quietly. otherwise, he knows you could whoop his ass very easily.

will go to extra length if you have an outfit that you really like but doesn't quite fit your measurements. if you're the type that doesn't know how to take kindness in stride, artiorias will have it done without telling you. is a little shit about it though if you try on the clothing after it was tailored.

"wow, you finally hit your growth spurt."

"asshole."

"sorry."

solaire

much kinder about your stature

"hello friend :D" (he is looking down at you)

instead of getting you a stepstool like a normal person or grabbing the tall item for you, he lifts you up.

if y'all do a bit of wandering, he always asks if you want a boost.

solaire thinks it's cute when you wear his clothes (they're yours now and he's never asking for them back again)

has thought about using your head as an armrest but in the most well-meaning way possible. incapable of height-based malice.

immediately backs off if you're uncomfortable with any height jokes.

Really, Really enjoys it if you pull him down by his tunic for a kiss. Absolutely in love with you.

sorry these are short bestie (no pun intended) i've been sick and i'm trying to recuperate lol

[wxnheart]

soft varre anon here (it's been forever), but I saw that one person ask about dark souls request,so I wanted to make my own!do you have any of those nsfw headcanons for solaire?thanks, and bye since I might leave for another 20 years (also, I'm sorry about your account)

𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧, 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

note: this is also written with the reader in mind as well.

Solaire has tunnel vision when it comes to finding his 'sun'; as a result, sexual intimacy is, uh... yeah, the opportunities are few and far between.

But hey, what Solaire lacks in experience, he more than easily makes up for in passion.

At his core, the good chap is a perfectionist and this will absolutely transfer over to sex.

I headcanon Solaire as having rather nimble fingers so, uh, let your imagination take care of the rest. (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

For all of his prowess, he's a service sub. Regardless of the position. Will absolutely do his best to ensure his partner's needs are met. Just take control and use him.

Can and will absolutely lose himself to the pleasure. The more he gets into it, the more passionate a lover he becomes.

Pull his hair and he's putty in your hands.

The same thing applies to kissing the nape of his neck.

Solaire has pretty high endurance, too. Could come in handy when you're edging him. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Dirty talk, dirty talk, dirty talk. Solaire isn't much of a dirty talker himself but he loves being talked to like a fucking whore (while also being fucked like one).

Not really loud as a lover. Is actually quite shy when it comes to voicing his pleasure so he'll need encouragement. He's so adorable when he bites and chews on his lower lip in an attempt to muffle those delectable gasps and moans.

[milophiliac]

Porter Solaire x GN! Reader 0.7 k words Genre: Uhh hurt/comfort? Or just comfort? Warnings: Not proofread

"So you're leaving? Just like that? Porter I know I said I was okay with us being... whatever, for just that night. But when you invited me to that summit thing, and when we started talking a lot more, I thought that meant that.. we were... something more. Something more than just a one night thing, okay?" Their voice cracked. Treasure, much like their name suggested, meant the world to Porter. Sure, he'd just met them about a month ago, but that one month, his life seemed almost bearable.

"Treasure, you and I both knew that I wasn't going to be staying in Dahlia forever-" He gently started. "-Don't," they cut him off, "just don't bother. It's fine, Porter. I'm fine." They exhaled shakily before leaving his place. Two days later, Porter couldn't get it off his mind, the way their eyes dimmed when he told them that he was leaving Dahlia. His heart burned, when he thought of the look of despair that was etched onto their features right before they left. He had to do something about it, but what could he possibly do? He had 3 days before he left, time wasn't exactly on his side. He texted them, but no avail. 4 texts, no reply back, he was left on read. He tried calling them, but yet again his efforts were ignored as they just declined all calls. They were upset.

That's what led to a very sunburnt looking Porter showing up at their doorstep at 12 noon that day. Treasure's eyes widened in concern as they dragged him in and towards the living room. "Why did you?! Porter oh my god-" They rushed as they closed all the blinds. "Porter, you could've just come over at night-" Their tone was panicked. "What do vampires even do in situations like this- Does ice work? You're red all over," concern laced their tone as they walked to the freezer to get an ice bag. They rushed back to the living room and gently held the ice pack against his face. "Why did you come here?" Porter gently flashed them a toothy grin, the first time he'd smiled after they left his place. "I'm sorry. I missed you." They lightly sighed as their eyes teared up, without another word, they wrapped their arms around his neck and hugged him. They sobbed lightly and sniffled, "you didn't have to do this at like... the sunniest time of the day y'know," they complained. "Well, I was hoping you'd see my very sunburnt face and feel some form of pity," he chuckled. They punched him lightly and chuckled through a sob. "I'm sorry I didn't answer your texts... or calls," they sniffled. "I just, I don't want to see you go so soon," they sighed. Porter's eyes softened with concern, "hey, I'll come back, every once in a while." Their brows furrowed as their lip quivered, "But then we won't have what we have now." "Hey," his voice softened. "I know, treasure, I really do, but, Dahlia isn't my home. Not anymore at least," he said softly, "I will be back, just for you." Treasure sniffled as they looked at him, "You promise?" He looked at them, a slight smile gracing his features, "Yes, I do. I promise." "You looks like a wreck," they sniffled. "I know, treasure," he smiled as he grabbed the ice pack and placed it on his face, "feel like one too," he chuckled. They sighed, "you didn't need to do all this... for me. I would've accepted your apology just as fine during the night, y'know," treasure rolled their eyes, "you always had a flair for theatrics huh?" He gave them an amused smirk, "One, I had to apologize right now, it was the only thing on my mind from last night. And two, yes I do." Treasure leaned in and closed their eyes, taking the cue, Porter closed the gap and gently kissed them, his hands gently caressing their neck. They pulled back before looking into his eyes, "I love you," they said softly before leaning back in to kiss him. "I love you too, treasure," he replied with a smile as his hands hugged their waist.

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[solaireverie]

yt22 | let him cook

summary: [ chef!yuki tsunoda x f!driver!reader — social media au ] he cooks in the kitchen while she cooks on track

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author’s note: fairy godmother solaire here with the next installment of "in their shoes" to grant mr. yuki tsunoda his lifelong wish of owning a michelin-starred restaurant. no need to thank me 😌

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[pocketjoong]

Carnival

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS): You accidentally run into Yunho at the carnival!

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING): Prince!Yunho x gn!reader

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (GENRE AND AU/TROPE): fluff. royalty au. sfw.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS): just fluff. yunho is whipped for you in the end.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT): 560-ish

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (A/N): HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE @justhere4kpop!! I hope the day ahead is as happy as the teezers made you the past couple of days!! I love you so much and I hope you enjoy reading this lil gift!!

It is late in the evening when you find yourself separated from your friends at the carnival that is being held in celebration of the Solair Kingdom winning the war. People all around are having fun, chatting, eating, playing with firecrackers, playing games, watching magic shows and buying things from the stalls. You spot people making wishes by the side of the lake by tying them to red lanterns; you walk over and buy one for yourself. You write down a wish, closing your eyes before setting the lantern free.

‘I hope this peace can last.’

Your gaze follows the lantern as it floats up in the sky and letting out a deep breath, turn around, only to be met with a strong and sturdy chest. You would have fallen if not for the strong arm around your waist that steadies you. 

A gasp leaves your lips, and you scramble to step away, “I am so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going…” You trail off, eyes widening, when you look up only to see the crown prince of Solair. He’s dressed in a white tunic and dark pants, but it doesn’t dampen even a bit of his beauty and regality.

“Are you alright?” he asks in a smooth tone. 

He has a soft voice, and you find yourself mesmerised, but you manage to nod at him. “Thank you for catching me. You saved me from an impromptu swim, Your Highness.”

The male chuckles, his grip steady as he helps you regain your balance. “Shh! You mustn’t call me that here. I’m trying not to get caught by my guards.”

“Who would’ve thought the hero of the war would sneak out to enjoy the carnival,” you can’t help but laugh.

“Well, considering I played a part in our victory, I think it’s only fair that I’m allowed to enjoy the celebrations without having eyes on me, don’t you think so?”

You’re about to answer him when you spot a couple of soldiers nearby, so you grab Yunho’s wrist and lead him through the bustling streets.

“Would you like me to show you the best sights and sounds of this carnival?” You ask hesitantly when you manage to escape without alerting the guards.

“Yes, please,” he smiles widely. “I’d love that!”

The two of you wander through the carnival, taking in the performances of acrobats and musicians. You have a blast sampling the delicacies from various food stalls, laughing as you feed each other morsels of sweet pastries and savoury treats. At one point, you found yourselves at a game booth where you competed in a friendly dart-throwing contest, with you eventually winning a stuffed bear, which you present to Yunho.

“This lil’ guy looks like you, doesn’t he?” You ask, eyes twinkling with mischief as you hold up the plushie next to his face. “I think it’s the bright-eyed smile.”

“If you’re done comparing me to a stuffed animal, we still have one more place to go.”

He guides you to a quiet spot atop a small hill, offering a panoramic view of the carnival. The sight is breathtaking, the lights twinkling like stars against the backdrop of the night sky.

“Wow,” you breathe, eyes wide with wonder.

“It’ll get better in a minute.”

Just as he says that, a boom sounds in the distance, followed by multiple others as colourful fireworks paint the sky. 

You can’t help but gasp as the sky lights up in different colours, “This is incredible.”

Yunho nods, his gaze fixed on you. “Yes, it is,” he agrees softly, though his eyes never leave your face.

[greedyhoneyz]

Paradise Kiss

.ೃ࿔*:･pairing: benjamin pavard x reader

.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis: summer fun with the girl of his dreams.

.ೃ࿔*:･cw: fluff. brief slapping.

.ೃ࿔*:･authors note: used google translate. some of the translations have me like 🥴 so please don’t drag me im trying. i seriously need to get better at describing kissing and romance in itself. didnt proofread.

Underneath the sweltering sun, primrose sand stretched out alongside the shore. It gleamed golden as the sea-blue tide glistened and twinkled along waves rolling in and out in rhythm as steady as a thumping heart.

The beach had welcomed Benjamin and (name) a day before when the sand was damp and the sea had churned to become a deep inky blue. However, as the evening sun settled beneath the horizon, welcoming night, the early morning sun brought a day of sunlight and hot spells. The beach, once desolate, invited its guests and residents along the coast to its clear waters and granular land.

The sand looked clean like sugar spread out for miles as it squished between Benjamin’s and (name’s) toes. Hand in hand, the couple trudged along the beach, a cluster of their belongings hooked underneath Benjamin’s arm.

The warm air was moist and humid; waves crashed quietly against the shore, dampening the beach surface with artefacts of sea shells– the beach house had long vanished into the distance.

It was clear outside and not a cloud lingered in the sky.

Music, loud chatter, the shrieking screams of children playing in the ocean, and the squalls of seagulls hovered above lurked in the air as (name) and Benjamin entered the swarm.

The essence of human life brightened the beach; people accustomed themselves to the toasty sand beneath their feet and the spirited ocean or rested beneath beach parasols and chairs, away from the scorching sun.

Benjamin drew his foot across the sand, scoring a line, and wrestled with the parasol perched into the sand. He decorated their claimed space with beach towels and the rest of their belongings whilst (name) watched, a portable fan held to her face.

“Voila!” Benjamin exclaimed, producing their newly decorated seats. He helped (name) to the floor, beneath the shade and settled beside her. 

He studied her quietly, his eyes closely daring to her hands and the restful expression worn across her face as she forced her fan into his hand. “Tenez ça.” (Hold this.)

Rummaging through her beach bag, (name) fiddled through her belongings, pooling whatever she caught into her lap. 

She turned to Benjamin with a smile and flapped her fingers, urging him closer. 

He leaned in, squeezing his eyes shut as her full lips pulled together to form a pucker. He shuddered at the gentle wind that puffed out through her nostrils, bristling against the hairs on the top of his lip. He smiled meekly, his lips trembled, and slowly brought his forehead to hers.

They settled into a bubble of silence, the beach sounds muted beneath the gentle winds as (name) lathered her hands together, a mischievous smirk quirked at the corners of her mouth.

She caught Benjamin by surprise as her hand rose to blemish his cheek, smearing him with sunscreen. The force she exerted was so strong, it sent his head flying, along with splatters of white.

(name) burst into a fit of giggles, hobbling onto her knees. She hovered above Benjamin who lay awestruck on his beach towel, grinning maniacally, and crept her hands to his face. “Vous avez oublié de mettre de la crème solaire sur votre visage.” (You forgot to put sunscreen on your face.)

Dampening her hands, (name) worked her fingers along his face as Benjamin lay still beneath her, a hand on his swollen cheek. 

His awestruck gaze bored into her face whilst her fingers gently motioned across his forehead and chin. 

“Ah, c'est très bien.” (This is nice) Benjamin mewled quietly. He shut his eyes and blew a blissful breath between his lips. 

“It’s nice for you,” (name) retorted sharply, dropping her hands. She hobbled away from Benjamin, laying back on her beach towel, and threw her sunscreen to him. “My turn.”

Slowly opening an eyelid, Benjamin turned his gaze to (name) as she settled herself beneath their beach umbrella. She laid on her stomach, crossed her arms and rested her chin on her hands, waiting. 

Benjamin sat up leisurely and picked up the bottle, beginning to quietly lather his hands. 

Perched on his knees, his figure casting a dark shadow over (name) as he brought his hands down to her back. Benjamin smoothed his hands across her skin, sculpting the lotion into her curves and along her thighs. 

“Je suis bon pour ça, n'est-ce pas?” (I’m good at this, aren’t I?) Benjamin mused as (name) rolled onto her back. He rubbed her stomach tenderly and ran his palms up along her collarbones and neck.

“Oui, tu as des mains douces.” (Yes, you have gentle hands.) (name) hummed, shaking her head. She flashed a smile at Benjamin and blew a relief breath whilst he worked down her figure. He rubbed along her legs, applying extra care to her thighs before wiping his hands clean on his swim trunks.

Plopping flat beside (name), Benjamin closed his eyes, tucking his arms behind his head, and tuned to the heartful chatter and screams around him. Beneath the dark, shadow cast by their pergola, stillness came as the wind suddenly quelled, and a torrid wave of heat pervaded the shore.

Benjamin peeled his eyelids open, briefly glimpsing at the pergola above him and quickly stood to his feet. He fixed his swim trunks and gently called to (name) as she scrolled through her phone. “Ma douce,” (My sweet,) He cooed, his foot lightly pushing her beach bag aside. “Je vais nager, viens avec moi.” (I’m going to swim, come with me.)

“No. I want to stay here.” (name) cried playfully. 

“Porqoui?” Benjamin frowned. He shifted his weight on his left leg and propped his hands on his waist, furrowing his brows together. 

(name) shrugged, setting her phone on her chest. “Il fait trop chaud pour bouger.” (It's too hot to move.)

“Donc? L’eau va vous rafraîchir.” (So? The water will cool you down.)

“Help me up then.” (name) held her arms up and nodded for Benjamin to come closer. He shuffled towards her, crouched to his knees and curled his arms beneath her armpits, hoisting her up onto her feet. 

“Thanks.” (name) muffled. She placed a kiss on the corner of Benjamin’s lips and fixed her bikini bottoms. 

Hand in hand, both Benjamin and (name) sauntered through the golden grains of sand towards the ocean. The small crystals of sand that cushioned their toes, lay damp beneath the white foamed waves that gently broke at the shoreline. 

The ocean was like a gentle blanket of brochure-blue, its horizon edged with a golden tint as it stretched along the horizon, and mingled with the silk sky.

Dipping into the ocean, Benjamin swam thoroughly through the water with (name) tightly hooked to his chest. He submerged deeper and deeper as the ocean reflected an emerald green and gawked in awe as (name) broke free. She glided forward, kicking her feet, and speedily twirled to Benjamin. She waved at him and managed to express a cheeky grin beneath her puff cheeks before swimming off to the abyss. 

Benjamin tailed after her, crawling through the abyss as (name) twirled and spun around her. She toyed with him, swimming below him, tugging at his legs before he snagged her in a smooth attempt, and luged them both to the surface. Breaking through the rollers of gem-blue waves, the two fought for grasps of air. 

Benjamin exhaled heavily and whipped his hands through his drenched locks as (name) reclined herself in her surroundings. He gaped at her and wadded towards him, her swiftful movements caught her attention. 

She jeered her head to him and beamed from ear to ear at the awe-struck look in his eyes. 

Not a word was muttered as Benjamin held his hands to her face, and slowly leaned in. His nose bristled against hers, their foreheads lightly tapped each other as his lips moved to take claim. He kissed her tenderly, his hands cupping the sides of her face and moaned euphorically as she shifted her lips in battle with him, luring him closer.

The beach horizon was a hook of gold that twinkled behind the gentle ripples of the ocean and stood muffed beneath the song of the waves. It glistened at a distance and watched fleetingly as both Benjamin and (name) floated away from the shore, hazed by their love and compassion.

[anonymousredactedconfessions]

It's me the William Solaire rider again. You all do not understand. I cannot state how much I would FUCK that old man. He will see stars. I will wring him dry. Until the bed splinters into ash.

From the moment I first heard that sexy ass French accent, I knew why I was put on this earth. It is my job, and mine alone, to ride that man into submission. Show him a world he has never imagined, a world far better than whatever his mind could ever deem to create.

Philospher Gilles Deleuze once said 'Desire must be challenged because it is precisely through challenges that desire becomes desire.'

How beautifully this resonates with me, for I know exactly which desire I wish to challenge with the force of a god. The seas will roil with the force of our love making. Tectonic plates, shifting and creaking. Heavens cracking open and spilling forth holy light. Stars, hanging over us in their shimmering glory. Keep your soft, placated lovers for the warm sun and fresh flowers. I want a man willing to destroy the sky for what he loves.

I've read accounts of people contending the moral character of William Solaire, and frankly, I have no need. I did not fall in lust with the man for his kindness or his compassion. Rather, the lack there of. Let him shove his problems off onto the people around him and lay there, sprawled out in silken decadence, and sleep for all I care. I adore that man's entire psyche. The ruthlessness, the indifference, his airy nonchalance.

But I'm getting ahead of myself, dear readers. For this is no story of love, but of pure physicality. We need not discuss the ethics of a man I shall never have. We can instead delight in the knowledge that, had I the opportunity, I would make him howl like a banshee and cuckold every last wife and husband he has ever had. Such is the beauty of his self-righteousness.

And his ass.

So, I leave you thusly. Keep imagining that you should save the devil from his sins. I shall do no such thing. Should he chose to lie under me, there will be no pretence but the delicious union of soul and body. I, his absolution. And he, my righteous temptation. Flee from the grey if you wish, and rest soundly in the knowledge that I will not. I shall accept every last sinew in that man. Absorb it. Cradle him into me and make him mewl like a bitch.

Yours sincerely,

THE William Solaire Rider x

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[6-atlas-6]

She loves me, she loves me not

Alexis x (gn!)reader

Alexis decided a pour soul's garden needed help, and who's better for the job than the princess herself?

Tags: @dani-ya-dig @cyc-chilla

Alexis was tired. This was all such bullshit. Almost half of the solaire clan was invited to some humans house she didn't even know for some sort of party. Why did she come you may ask? She was forced to. She felt like she was watching paint dry. Sitting in a mildly uncomfortable chair, staring at the wall, and glaring at anyone who even thinks about starting another endless boring conversation.

She needed some air. Alexis made her way to the door leading to the backyard and instantly regretted her decision. She was met with an abundance of colorful plants, and even some vegetables. To anyone else it would be gorgeous. Alexis was not anyone else.

The only thing on her mind were the dead plants scattered across places in the garden. She was frankly appalled. Does this person water their plants? They look like they get less sun than she does. Is that even possible?

She walked back inside, her knack for dramatic entrances causing heads to turn her direction. She stormed up to the random human this house belonged to, saying she needed to speak with them, and then dragging them outside by their hand.

Usually, she wouldn't care about something as simple as a humans garden. I mean, not everyone can be as good at it as she is, but she was bored and this gave her something to do.

She turned to face the human who looked surprisingly unconcerned about this turn of events. "I don't think I've met you yet, who are you?" the human asked.

"Alexis. Alexis Solaire. And also, apparently your fucking savoir." She aggressively pointed in the direction of a wilting plant. The human furrowed their brows in confusion looking from the plant to Alexis' face.

"I am going to help you fix this shit. You are going to have no complaints and do what I tell you to, got it?" Alexis was already on the move before she even finished talking, grabbing a pair of gardening gloves and tossing them at the human.

They looked confused again but ultimately followed her lead. Alexis kneeled down in the grass in front of a dead plant, already way too far gone. She patted a spot in the grass next to her, indicating the human to sit with her.

As soon as they sat down, she handed them a shovel. She explained that it would be best to dig the plant up as it was very much dead and "looked far too ugly". As soon as they picked up the shovel, she explained step by step how they're supposed to do it without damaging anything else.

She was so immersed in her explanation that she wasn't really focusing on anything else. The human however, was focusing on anything but the dead plant.

Alexis, clearly proud of her vast gardening knowledge, had changed her tone completely. The once frustrated princess' voice has now gone soft. The explanation feeling less and less like a lecture and more like a soothing conversation. There was a slight smile on her face. She was probably just happy to be talking about one of the only things she actually liked doing. Well, maybe she also liked showing off. Just a little bit.

The human smiled at her. She paused her gardening ramble, which was definitely going off course from the original topic, staring at their face. Why were they smiling?

She had never gotten to talk about this hobby of hers to anyone. Not anyone that cared. Years of ignoring people and not caring what they had to say had caused people to do the same to her. She never minded. She never really understood the appeal of talking to people for hours on end like most.

Yet for some reason, seeing this human, who had no idea who she even was, was smiling at her. They were smiling because of what she said. It felt good.

For the first time somebody had actually smiled a real smile because of her and it felt fucking amazing.

Alexis realized that she had been staring at this person and immediately looked away, her cold face suddenly feeling hot. She noticed that they had already finished digging up the plant while she was rambling.

"Should I do the other ones too?" The human asked, pointing to the other 2 or 3 dead plants.

Alexis shook her head. She finally had someone who would listen to her. She wanted them to be completely focused on her. She had no idea why.

This was just a normal human who she didn't even know about half an hour ago. A random person who was kind enough to listen to her talk about plants. A normal person she couldn't give less of a shit about.

So how come she was now sitting on the grass when everyone else had long since left, asking this human if it was okay to stay for just an hour longer?

-End-

[cantthinkofauserlololol]

Condiment Frozen Yogurt

Chōta Segawa x Reader

!Warnings!: Language (like one swear word), some typos probably, You smoke in this, mention of rat carcasses.. thats all i think

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Working as an IT company worker in a 9:00-5:00 job was just painfully unfulfilling. You did nothing but sit through 5 hour meetings that you deemed irrelevant to you. If not, you'd hurt your ass from sitting on an office chair that was everything but comfortable.

Although, you couldn't complain about meetings when he was there.

Chōta Segawa. Your cubicle neighbor. Your sometimes break room seatmate. Your longtime crush, even though you've only had like 5 conversations.

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Today, like any other work day-- was uneventful so far. You woke up (you had thought about skipping work, but as tempting as that sounded, you wouldnt have anything better to do anyway), brushed your teeth, showered, ate breakfast, and you were on your way.

Now, you were sitting in your cubicle, playing solaire on your computer. You were about to win, not until your co-worker announced that there was an impromptu meeting.

Oh. My. God.

You groaned to yourself, not in the mood for another one of those impromptu meetings that would end up in you and your co-workers would have to overtime for.

Maybe skipping work wasnt so bad after all.

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Once you knew that the others were in the meeting room, you bolted to the empty hallways to get the hell out of there.

It was quiet, the only sound you could hear was your breathing and the light clacking of your office heels. You kinda liked it. You were lost in your own little bubble of peace when you didn't notice you were about to bump into someone, and that someone was the one and only. Chōta.

Your eyes lightly widened, and so did his. You both stared at each other for what seemed like forever, before you ran to the stairs, scared that he'd tell on you, unaware of the fact that he was walking in the hallways for the same reason as you.

It only boosted your fear when you saw that he was chasing you. You thanked the gods that you had longer legs than him.

Your legs couldnt take much more, especially when you were wearing those goddamn heels you despised so much, so you stopped in a nearby alley, were you took out your half empty cigarette box and your hello kitty lighter, and lighted up a long needed cigarette.

You closed your eyes in satisfaction as the smoke entered your lungs. You smiled in satisfaction. You hadn't had a smoke in a week.

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Chōta spent what felt like hours trying to find you. He assumed that you were skipping the meeting, like he was, but before he got the chance to ask if you wanted to spend your "break" with him, you made a run for it.

He didn't know why, but he chased after you, as if you were connected by a string, and he was afraid he'd get dragged on the floor if he didn't follow you.

Since you weren't anywhere inside the building, he assumed you where outside. He was right, and the corners of his mouth almost reached to his ears.

He finally had the courage to talk to you and ask you out-- well, who wouldn't after you've had to endure endless teasing from your friends about a girl you like at your work.

---

You were-- again, lost in your own little world; you didn't notice that the sole person you had been running away from was 5 steps away from you

Your fight or flight reflex was awakened again when he tapped your shoulder, you almost went in to punch him.

Good thing you didn't; you saw his pretty face before you could possibly break his nose.

"Jesus-- you fucking scared me, Chōta " you chuckle lightly, putting the base of your palm in the hand that was holding your cigarette on your forehead.

His laughter, although you could sense it was nervous-- sounded melodious to your ears.

"Well- um- sorry for possibly freaking you out by chasing you, but i just wanted to ask if you maybe would like to hang out with me?"

Your eyebrows nearly was raised to your hairline. Those words were the last thing you expected to hear from him. You were surprised he had made a first move. You had a crush on him, but you weren't ignorant to the rumors that he was a virgin. Nonetheless, you said yes.

A peaceful silence went over the two of you. You liked it, basking in eachother's presence.

Unfortunately, you couldnt stay in the alleyway where there were probably rotting carcasses of rats, so you broke the precious silence.

"So, want to get some frozen yogurt? I heard this new place opened just this month." You turn to look at him, to see him looking back at you with a slight sparkle to his eyes.

"Of course! I heard they have condiment toppings! I have been dying to try them, but my friends seemed to disagree with the idea everytime i brought it-" He cut himself off. "You probably dont want to hear me gush about unusual frozen yogurt combinations.." He says, looking down, his palm rubbing against his nape.

"No no no, continue! Besides, I could use a little unusual in my boring life." You grin at him. You didn't know it was possible, but your smile got wider when you saw his eyes light up like a Christmas tree.

You let your cigarette fall to the ground before stomping on it. You offer you hand to him before saying "Shall we? I'm a little too curious for mustard frozen yogurt."

He eagerly takes your hand before dragging you out of the alley.

Who knew skipping a meeting could be this fun?

[channieskies]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐈: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 (𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧)

Pairing: Prince Hyunjin x Reader (AFAB)

Minho Centric Chapter

Genre: Historical|Au, Fantasy|Au, Strangers to Lovers, Royalty|Au, Angst, Smut (Eventual), NSFW tags are under the cut.

Synopsis: The kingdom of Volantis is in disarray; the monarch rules with an iron fist. The times of hope, harmony, and kindness were buried with the queen who passed many years ago. The people are praying for a savior, but who will be their light at the end of this dark tunnel?

This chapter focuses on Minho and how he came to be with the main characters family. It's a very deep chapter and may be a little triggering for some to read. Warnings for the chapter a below the cut. If the chapter is not something you want to read, it's okay to skip it. This is not an essential chapter, you don't need to read it to move forward with the story. Minors do not Interact.

Authors Note: Please reblog or leave a comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. Special thanks to @therhythmafterthesummer for reading over this and making sure it wasn't too triggering. Reader should still beware.

Word Count: 2840 [Reading Time: 11 Mins]

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.

Warning: This chapter contains violence, minor character deaths, mentions of death, mentions of rape, child abuse, mentions of child trafficking, mentions of child sexual abuse. Reader discretion is advised.

You and Minho were both on high alert. Your hands were still shaking after the attack, mind still replaying the events over and over in full clarity. You’d killed someone, taken someone's life. Now, granted, it was a you or them situation, so it was justifiable. But somewhere in the back of your head there was this little voice that kept whispering, repeating; “Murderer.” Minho could feel that something was off. You were rarely silent and if you were, it surely wasn’t for long. It’d been hours since your clash with the bandits in the forest, but you still hadn’t said a word. He didn’t know what could be done to console you. You both knew you did what had to be done. You both went into this knowing you’d probably have to fight. There was no way that you’d travel across the kingdom and not run into some kind of trouble. You felt a warm hand wrap around your own, squeezing it. Minho was letting you know that you weren’t alone. 

He too had feelings he couldn’t process. This was far from his first brush with taking a life. No, his first time was at the mere age of six. It was when he was still captured by the bandits. Minho and his mother were from the town called Lumen, a small town that fell between the castle city of Solairs and the Jade mountain pass. With the amount of people that passed through the town, it had become a place of trade, with many Inns and restaurants lininging it, one of which his mother owned. There was a restaurant downstairs and an Inn with plenty of rooms upstairs. Minho’s father had built the place, this was his gift to his wife, despite her indecisiveness when asked which type of establishment she wanted. His father was a carpenter who built many of the places around town and on the road to and from Solaris. 

When his father was called to war, things took an unexpected turn for Minho and his mother. She couldn’t take care of the finances, it was inevitable in war. No one was visiting this trading town and most people there left for different cities in hope of a better life. Minho’s mother, Eun, wanted to stay in their home, so when his father, Wonsik, returned from war, he knew exactly where to find his family. Minho was just a toddler when the war started, so he had no recollection of his father. But he’d never forget the sound his mother made when they came to tell her that he’d been a casualty of war. She cried for days and all little Minho could do was be her shoulder to cry on. He couldn’t understand why she cried, he just knew he needed to be there for her, because that was his duty as her son.

War soon reached their town, ripping through it like a hurricane, leaving nothing but carnage and destruction behind. There were few people left in the town and the ones that were, made sure to arm themselves so they wouldn’t become the next victim of some atrocity. But who was going to protect Eun and Minho? She barely knew how to fight and taking up arms made no sense when she didn’t know how to even hold a sword. So, they ran. They left in the middle of the night one night when the town seemed calm. They had made it through the Jade mountain pass and were almost to Oleander, the nearest town south of the castle. It was known for its ever blooming plants of oleander. They could see the town on the horizon, but they'd never make it there. They saw an old lady in the middle of the path, her walking stick broken in half, small body curled up in a ball.

“Ma'am?” Minho tugged at his mother's frayed and worn dress, something just didn't feel right to him. She gave him a smile as she grabbed the boy's hand. “We always help people in need Minho, you never know when you might be the one on the other side of things.” This was something his mother had always taught him. She'd let less fortunate passers-by stay in the rooms overnight if they couldn't afford to pay. She'd ask them to do simple tasks that she needed assistance with. She was kind, always. She patted his head, smoothing down his unkempt locks. “Let's check to see if she's okay.” She let go of his hand and went to check on the seemingly elderly lady only for a knife to be pulled on her. She looked back to her son, but as soon as she turned her back the boy had been apprehended, knife to his throat and a hand over his mouth. They had been captured, only a stone's throw away from their destination.

The first few days were torture. His birthday was spent locked in this cage. He'd just turned six, in captivity. Watching the things they did to his mother, because they made sure he watched. Even going as far as making one of them hold his eyes open. It felt like both Eun and Minho had had their souls drained out. They were shells of their former self. They had taken the kindness from his mother, her light was gone. These bandits were trying to take everything from them, they wanted nothing to be left. 

After being there for nearly two weeks, there was almost nothing left to take. They took turns beating Minho and using him as target practice with their bow and arrows. The boy was almost unrecognizable, face bruised black and blue. Burn marks one his arms and legs from where they'd hit him with burning firewood. There was also a scar across his tummy from where one of the men told him he wanted to open him up and eat his young organs, because young ones tasted sweet.

They had plans to sell the boy. It didn’t matter what they sold him into, as long as he would fetch a good price. They had a contact around the area who was looking for a boy around his age. Minho had overheard two of the bandits mentioning that the man who wanted to buy him would get good use of him before he aged out, among other unspeakable things. He didn't understand what those things were at that time, but he would when he got older.. “Four good years.” His mother couldn’t fight. She was badly beaten and bruised and they had broken her leg after she tried to fight them off. The rage that little Minho felt almost couldn't be contained. 

“Minho-yah, I can't hold them off long. But when they open this cage…” She pulled a knife from under her shirt. One that she'd stolen and hidden away for the next time they tried to assault her, even though she knew they would surely kill her. “Take this.” His little eyes widened, just what did his mother want him to do with that? He’d only held a knife once or twice and nothing nearly as big and jagged. Even if it didn’t kill someone, it would definitely do some damage. “Hide it well.” She helped the boy hide the knife in his tattered shorts. “Use it if you need to. Understand?” He nodded as tears started to well up in his eyes. He was starting to understand just what his mother wanted from him and he didn’t like it at all.

“Umma, please don’t make me go alone. W-we can go together.” It burned when he talked. The scratchiness in his voice had become something of a constant. His mother had told him to save his voice, time and time again. But he didn’t know what to do by himself, he’d never been without her, not even for a day. How was he supposed to leave her here by herself? Especially when they were doing such horrible things to her? He grabbed her hand, his small croaky, almost inaudible voice almost making her waver. But she had to be resolute if she wanted her only child to make it out of this alive, unscathed. She knew he’d lost his father in this war and now he was going to lose his mother, but something told her that her son would be just fine. She had to believe that her boy would be better off if she did this. “We can run-” She shook her head, shutting her eyes tightly to stop the tears from coming.

“I can’t run, my love. My leg-,” She sighed, trying to push the sad thoughts of her life ending away. “I’m badly hurt and we wouldn’t get far if I ran with you. But you, Minho, can run as fast as your legs can take you. As far as you can. You have to.” He sucked in a breath, trying to appear brave for his mother. But even she could see he was scared, even with one of her eyes nearly swollen shut. “You run for me. I’ll always be right behind you-” The sound of footsteps echoed in the basement they were in. These bandits had forced their way into an old couple's house and were now taking up residence after the horrible things they’d done to the frail couple. Their bodies were still in the cage when Minho and his mother were thrown in there. The boy could still see them when he closed his eyes.

“Grab the woman.” The grossly overweight bandit spoke as he chowed down on a turkey leg. It was hard to tell if it was grease or sweat all over his face. The henchmen opened the cage and grabbed his mother. Minho panicked, rushing to her side, just for her to shake her head at him. She mouthed ‘run’ to him and he took off, his small frame easily slipping past the two small men and between the legs of the bigger one. “Get him!” The two men dropped his mother, but she moved quick enough to grab one of each of their legs, preventing them from running after the boy. “Get off of them you wench!” The man started to kick Minho’s mother. Her body was already fragile from the weeks of torture she and the body had experienced. He could hear her bones crack and her whimpers of pain as he ran through the dark. “Die you fucking-” The silence felt loud. He couldn’t hear anything anymore. Not the bandits, not his mother, not even his own footsteps. His vision was blurred as he turned corner after corner, remembering all the times they moved him through this space. 

The lights of the open cellar door were almost blinding; he’d been down there far too long. Luckily there were only a few stragglers after most of them had gone on a thieving expedition, leaving less capable men behind. “How did he get out?” One asked when he spotted him.  One of the smaller men reached out and grabbed him. Panicked, Minho pulled the knife out. The man laughed, moving to take the weapon from the boy just to be swiped at. “You shouldn't play with knives, boy.” His foul breath wafted over the boy's face making him close his eyes just as the man lunged at him. 

The man slipped as Minho pulled his arm from the man's grip. The knife plunged into the man's chest, killing him instantly. In shock, Minho took off running, his little legs were pumping as fast as they could go. He could hear the commotion behind him of the men chasing him. But he knew not to look back, he didn't want to slow himself down. He ran even after he couldn't hear them anymore. He ran until his body shut down, his knees gave out, until his feet cracked and bled. His body collapsed near a river near the borderlands. He'd run for a day straight, the will of his mother pushed him to get as far away from there as possible.

He now understood why she cried when she found out that his father had died. He was now an orphan. Alone in the cruel world that took his home and both his parents from him. “Why do you cry, child?” The voice cut through the silence. Minho had tuned everything out, even the constant flow of the river. He didn't hear anyone approaching. He scrambled to try and get to his feet, but his body was tired. He was hungry and the only sleep he'd gotten was from him passing out. “Woah there.” The man helped steady the boy, despite Minho trying to protest. He no longer trusted people. “When was the last time you ate, child?” Minho opened his mouth, but said nothing. He couldn't. The continued beatings had damaged his larynx, he couldn't speak anymore if he wanted to. “Seems like it's been a while.” The man smiled and it reminded Minho so much of his mother's. A smile of pure kindness.

The man was huge. He towered over the boy, eclipsing him. He dug in his bag and pulled out bread, handing it to the boy. Minho didn't want to accept, but his body moved before his brain could protest. He scarfed down the offering, nearly choking on it. “Slow down, you'll choke yourself.” Minho went to drink water from the river but the man stopped him, putting his large hand on the boy's chest. “The water is not safe. Here..” He pulled a golden flask from his armor, uncapping it and handing it to him. Minho drank as if his life depended on it. He was by the river, but hadn't drank from it, in a way he was torturing himself for leaving his mother behind.  “Boy, where is your mother?” The man knew that most men were off at war, so he asked for the boy's mother instead.

Minho paused, thoughts of the last time he saw his mother flashed through his mind and the tears welled up in his eyes. Before he knew it he was silently sobbing into his bread. “General Ermias, we have located the army base for the enemy and have them surrounded. How shall we pr-” The soldier was hushed, the general put his hand up to stop him from talking. Ermias hated to see children suffer, especially at the hands of adults. Even though this was a war he was fighting, he tried his best to spare women and children, because he had a wife and young child at home. 

“Tell the heavy infantry to move ahead, bombard them from the front, let them know we are coming. Tell light infantry to sneak in from the back. Capture who you can.” The Soldier nodded, “I'll join them on the line, once I find a place for this little guy.” He nodded towards Minho. The soldier ran off with his instructions. Ermias turned to the child, “How about we get you cleaned up and get you some food, yeah?” Minho stared at the soggy, tear-stained bread in his hands. “Then I will send someone to help you locate your mother.” Minho cried again, shaking his head. Ermias understood the pained look on the boy's face. His mother was more than just lost, she was gone. “Oh. I understand.” Ermias didn't want to leave the child alone and hungry in the woods, so he asked if he'd like to come back to camp with him.

Minho agreed for reasons he could not understand. It took a few days, but he eventually told the general his name, writing it in the dirt. Minho quickly grew attached to the man, seeing him as the father he never knew. After the war ended, Ermias took Minho home with him, he'd been corresponding with his wife who was ready to welcome the child with open arms. Minho had been through a lot over the years since his mother had passed. He'd seen what battle did to the soldiers who fought it. Been in the room while plans were being made to raid kingdoms. There, Ermias tried his best to convince the other generals to persevere in the lives of the people of the kingdoms they raided, using Minho as an example of what happens to children who are left to suffer from the aftermath of war. Minho grew to understand the type of man the general was, he even started to look up to the man.

By the time the war ended, Minho was almost eight. Ermias had the choice of sending the boy back with the army to train or take him in himself. He'd willingly admit he'd grown attached to the child and would hate for him to be sent away. After talking with his wife, they decided to take the boy in. Bringing him into the fold, accepting him as a child of their own to raise. Minho was your brother and as your brother, he was in charge of your well being, at least that's how he felt.

He squeezed your hand tightly, sending up a silent prayer that you would be okay, just like his mother did for him all those years ago.

A.N: Please reblog or leave a comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it.

[halscafe]

hand-in-hand 💕 (a william/named listener fic)

happy one month anniversary to the loml, my favourite discord wife @haradasaya 🥰🥹 i wrote this fic for her, but for my william simps of tumblr, i have for y’all something you can relate to as well (i hope). the listener here is nicknamed mon cher/cherie <3

my lovely saya, i hope you liked this 🫶

William Solaire was never one to complain about the position he held in the empowered community of Dahlia. He's come a long way since his turning 500 years ago, and with these years of experience under his belt people have come to rely on him for advice and assistance. This fact has rung true for as long as he could remember, and recently it has become harder to ignore the weight of responsibilities growing on his shoulders. He is grateful for everything he has grown to have, from his clan and progeny to all the assets he holds in his name. Despite all this, however, there are days when he wishes he could leave behind all the duties that come with holding the status of the vampire king of Dahlia — and today was one of those days.

Deep in thought, William didn't notice the sound of someone knocking on his office door. He recognized the knock belonging to his partner immediately, and quickly tidied up his disheveled appearance before granting the person entry.

"Hello William, I was just coming in to check up on your progress on the- wait a minute, how long have you been sitting here working Will?"

Despite Williams attempt to tidy his outward appearance, they immediately caught on to William's lacklustre attempt to hide the problems clearly weighing on his shoulders. "I, well good evening to you too mon cher. I appreciate your concern, truly, but I assure you that I have been taking care of myself as you requested of me."

Smiling, Cherie replied back to their partner, "That makes me happy Will, really, but you didn't answer my question - how long have you been sitting here working?" Walking over to William and moving behind him in his office chair, Cherie re-adjusted his posture and began massaging his shoulders. "You've been working yourself into the ground again William. Yes, you may be the proclaimed vampire king of Dahlia, but that doesn't mean you can work yourself to the point of no return. You need to take care of yourself. And that includes taking breaks when breaks are called for. You've been sitting here all day, haven't you?"

It's been nearly one year since William had met Cherie that fateful day in Paraguay. William had run into the unempowered human on his trip to visit an old friend, and in his 500 years of being a vampire, he had never met anyone -- empowered or unempowered -- that held themselves as they did. From the day he had met them, they always beamed with a smile that could brighten any dark room and an aura of warmth and gentleness that was rare in these trying times. He was completely enamoured by them the second he laid his eyes on them, and after exchanging close correspondences with one another for nine months, he informed them of his empowered status. Establishing a close relationship with Cherie had proven to be the best decision William hadmade in his long lifetime, and in moments like this, he often caught himself falling in love with that beautiful sparkle in their eyes all over again.

William turned around in his chair and grasped both of Cherie’s hands in his own. "My love, you never fail to remind me how lucky of a man I am to be able to call you my partner. Truthfully, I have indeed been spending the large majority of my day in this office." Standing up, William lifted Cherie’s hands close to his lips and gave them a tender kiss as he continued staring into their eyes. "But that ends right now. If you would agree to it, I would love nothing more but to spend the remainder of the evening with you, and you alone. Is that alright?"

A blush immediately crept onto Cherie’s cheeks into their ears at William's sentiment. "I would love nothing more William."

With the recent growth of the Solaire clan and the rising threat of the rogue vampire Quinn, there was no indication that William's duties would lessen any time soon. However, with the support of his marvellous partner, there was nothing he couldn't persevere through with them by his side.

[wxnheart]

【ＥｌｄｅｎＢｏｒｎｅＳｏｕｌｓ】

Godfrey/Hoarah Loux Headcanons (NSFW)

"You Will Be Loved" - Morgott x Reader

Reader x Bottom!Patches (NSFW)

Gentle Domme!Malenia x Reader

Comfortcanons - Elden Ring x Sick!Reader

Demigod Disaster, Yuletide Edition

Praising The Sun (NSFW) - Solaire x Reader

Untitled (Ideal Significant Other) - Morgott x Reader

Not-So-Overly Affectionate Marika - Marika x Reader

Untitled (Poly Palooza, NSFW) - Yandere!Rarika x Reader

Want. (NSFW) - Morgott x Reader/Tarnished

F*ck Around and Find Out (NSFW) - Elden Ring x Reader

Morgott Universe, or Morgott and His Outer God (???!!!) Lover

Yandere!Renfrey x Bloodhound Knight Consort

Just Dragonslaying Things (NSFW) - F!Reader x Sub!Dragonslayer Ornstein

Untitled - Yuria x Reader/Queen Annalise x Reader

Praise Befitting a King - Elden Ring x Reader

Untitled (NSFW) - Dom!Diallos x Reader

A Plethora of Renfrey - Godfrey x Rennala

Untitled - Onesided!Mohg x Reader

Renfrey x Bloodhound Knight Consort

Yandere!Rennala Headcanons

Poly Palooza, Blasphemous Edition (NSFW) - Rykard x Reader x Tanith

Godfrey/Hoarah Loux Headcanons (NSFW)

Rennala x Reader Headcanons (NSFW)

[milucas]

don't lie (pt. 2)

read pt 1 here

(this was written way back before sam's confession audio)

characters: sam collins, darlin' (listener)

pairings: sam collins/darlin'

tw/cw: hurt/comfort, implied s*icide attempt/s*icidal ideation, general self doubt and self destruction

It was barely 10pm when Darlin' fell asleep, and Sam decided to make them a decent meal for when they woke up. That is, he did, until he opened their fridge and saw the usual condiments and no real ingredients.

Sam sighed and checked on the wolf again. Still passed out. He decided they'd be okay if he went on a short trip to the store.

He ran his fingers through their hair gently. "I'll be right back, my darlin'."

***

Darlin' woke up with an awful headache. They groaned as they sat up, almost falling off the couch. Everything was too bright and loud and their head was pounding and their stomach was grumbling and god they just wanted to pass out again-

But then there was Sam, turning off the lights, holding them close, and whispering sweetly in their ear. He was being so gentle, treating them the same care and attention that someone would use with an injured puppy.

"You have a migraine, darlin'. Can I help?" He asked asked quietly, in barely a whisper, but darlin' could still hear a hint of his sweet southern drawl.

"Yes. Please." Darlin' tried to nod, but it hurt too much.

Sam held their face in his hands, placing his thumbs delicately on their temples. "Alright darlin', take a deep breath for me."

A rush of energy filled their head and then was gone, taking all the dizziness and pain with it. They finally relaxed into his arms, sighing heavily and leaning into him chest.

"Are you still tired? I can leave you alone if you want to go back to sleep," Sam ran his hands through their hair.

They shook their head, "No, no. It's fine," they tried to pull away and stand up, to no avail. "I'll be fine. I just need a minute."

"Darlin', please," Sam took their hand, "Let me take care of you."

They sighed, avoiding eye contact. "Fine."

"Are you hungry at all? I made you somethin' to eat, if you're up to it."

"Can we just stay here?"

"Of course. Do you need anything from me?"

"Just keep holding me."

"I can do that, darlin'." He held them close, feeling his breath hitch when they clung to his shirt. Were they... were they shivering? "Darlin', you're freezing,"

"It's not that bad."

"Here, just-" Sam shrugged off his coat and wrapped it around their shoulders. "Take this."

"Won't you get cold?"

"I can handle it."

Darlin' scoffed. "Hypocrite."

Sam laughed. They loved his laugh. It was sweet as sugar and smooth as honey, like music to their ears. They wanted to hear that laugh forever. And paired with his smile? That would be a recipe for Darlin's destruction.

"You're too good to me," They sighed dreamily, "you give me too much, Sammy."

"I would give you the world if I could."

They didn't know how to respond. Sam must've felt them tense, the way he pulled them onto his lap and ran his hands through their hair, holding them a little tighter.

"Are you hungry yet, darlin'?"

They nodded, "I'm not sure I can stand just yet,"

"That's alright, I'll bring it here." He kissed the top of their head before retrieving their dinner from the kitchen. "I made your favorite,"

He smiled at Darlin' while he handed them the plate, making heat rise to their cheeks and butterflies take flight in their stomach.

Both of them ate their dinner in comfortable silence, simply content in each other's presence.

Talking wasn't something that Darlin' enjoyed, so their time together was usually more like this. Quiet, comfortable, content. Darlin' appreciated Sam's patience with them, and they were still trying to wrap their head around the fact that he cared enough to wait.

They hadn't expected him to stick around for so long. But he stayed. He stayed by their side through beatings and bruises and blisters and breakdowns. He stayed because he cared. The very idea of that baffled them.

Sam noticed the wolf's eyes beginning to droop. "You gettin' tired, darlin'?"

They nodded sleepily.

"Here, just-" he put their dishes aside- "let me carry you to bed."

"Jesus, Sam, my legs aren't fucking broken-"

He cut them off, "Remember what I said about lettin' me take care of you?" He brought his hand up to their cheek and cupped their face gently. "You're exhausted, and you might pass out if you try to stand right now."

They sighed while leaning into his hand. "Fine. Do what you want."

"Thank you, darlin'. Now c'mere." He pulled them close again and scooped them up into his arms, carrying them bridal style to their bed. "You're real cute when you're sleepy. Nice break from all the, uh... you know. Self-destructive violence."

"Thin ice, Collins."

He laughed quietly, "You look adorable all curled up in my arms. Even when you're threatening me."

They were grateful for the darkness in the apartment, so he wouldn't be able to see the blush that danced across their face.

He placed them gently on their bed, pulling the blanket up close to their chin. He pulled up a chair next to them. He desperately wanted to climb into bed and hold them, he wanted to cuddle them and squeeze them and kiss them and give them all the love they deserved. But he held back.

"Sammy?" Sam's heart swelled at the nickname.

"Yes, darlin'?"

"Can you stay with me?"

"Of course, darlin'. I'm stayin' right here until you wake up."

"No, I meant- um," they shifted uncomfortably, "I meant, could you hold me? Please?"

Sam was startled by that question. "Are you sure? I know you're not really one for, uh... physical affection,"

"If you don't want to it's fine,"

"No, no. I want to, I just..." He laughed quietly, "I thought maybe you'd have had enough of me by now. Last thing I wanna do is make you uncomfortable, darlin'. I just wanna make sure-"

"I'm sure." They looked up at him with their beautiful eyes. Sam loved their eyes. He loved that they trusted him enough to let him see them.

"Okay, darlin'. I'd be happy to hold you." He climbed into bed beside them, putting his arm over them hesitantly.

It wasn't until his wolf turned around and nuzzled into his chest that he really held them.

"Thank you, Sammy," They sighed sleepily, "for everything."

Sam kissed their forehead as they drifted off to sleep. "Darlin', I would do anything for you."

[kaijuno707]

Idk where this headcanon came from but I have a headcanon That every time that lovely and vincent argue, they go outside and lays down in the sun Because vincent can't argue with them there. Its something petty as hell and honestly I would do it too 💀

[asmrtist-brainrot]

BPM

Short spicy Adam piece.

About why he likes spooking his s/o before drinking.

~ Dari

It was an unfamiliar experience, perhaps due to the lack of beings that he usually fed upon. Usually sucking in the almost bitter tang of fear, the rush filling his mouth in response to the surprise. Speeding up the pace of beats per minute, enough for to taste of adrenaline that he craved.

No mistake though, there was always a burst of epinephrine when he sunk his teeth in. A response to the sudden lunge he'd make.

Whilst his fingers dig into the expanse of skin offered willingly to him...

But in seconds, there is a heady sweetness flooding the blood he drank in. A rush dose of dopamine and serotonin that set him purring. Having him move his hips to relieve the ache.

A gasp of his name like a mantra.

"Adam... Adam...."

The sound of silken moans raced down his spine as he indulged, fingertips scratching at his scalp.

Fuck.

He had trouble pulling his mouth off of your neck, eyes dizzy and unable to focus. Only seeing ruby drops on pearly white bedsheets, leaning to chase the dripping blood trails to the punctures his fangs left behind.

"Adam...?" You nearly slurred, making him nearly laugh at the bliss that painted your face.

"Didn't want you too drained." His palms squeeze at your legs, hips parting your legs and sighing at the keen he elicited as he moved against you. "I want you awake for this...."

With low hum, you kissed his lips, ignoring the metallic taste in favor of how he pressed against the length of your body. How the pads of his fingers slip over your hot skin...

"Mmm, what a gentleman -" There is a giggle in your tone and he only huffed in amusement before his mouth pressed to your's again.

"Only for you." Adam mumbled against your lips, starting to tug at the clothes separating you. It sounded like a joke, but he knew there was a burning truth that laid within it - one he'd deny until his last breath; however long that might be.

... But one he knows is there.

One he’d knew he’d have to accept.

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; redacted asmr genshin headcannons - who they’d main,

a/n: im not gonna write for gavin bc 90% of his stuff is nsfw and i’m fourteen :) i’m not trying to get anyone in trouble!! also long ass post so under the cut!

david

loves her so much?? and definitely spent money to c6 her lol

milo

waited so long for him to come out and loves his playstyle :)

asher

all of his tartaglia artifacts have no hp substats and always dies first

damien

loves learning how to adapt to xiaos playstyle, and got him by pure chance, only trying to get some 4 star constellations lol

huxley

loves her aesthetic!! she’s probably his favorite character too

lasko

adores jean, and always will run healer if he has to! (godly heals....)

aaron

boom boom pow i know nothing about aaron LMAO

elliott

loves mimicking her voicelines lol

vincent

doesn’t know how to play that well, but got pretty lady on first ten pull??