#they all like him whether they'll admit it or not

[edorazzi]

Some Miraculous Twin AU content commissioned by @lapzoli!

She tried to pay me for this but she's been such an amazing friend the last few months (and in general really) that I point blank refused. And then she put up with me when I took 10 million years to finish this! She's the best person ever and a really talented fanfic writer, please give her a look! 🥰

[beatrixstonehill2]

"Is my punishment almost over?" Emily asked her boyfriend, Joey.

"No, not yet, baby girl..... I think you need to learn your lesson a bit longer."

"But....! The tournament is in a month. How can I perform like this?"

"Not my problem.... You should've thought of that before being such a naughty girl, Emily."

Joey wasn't wrong, in a way..... Almost a year ago he started dating an Olympic silver medalist gymnast, who was known the whole world over for her skill and dexterity. Shortly after dating her, though, he was sent something damning by a random person online.... At the time, Emily was basically flat chested, yet had a cute butt and tended to give the cameras sensual, flirty looks, often blowing kisses and winking at the camera, sometimes bending over unnecessarily to give the people filming her something to zoom in on.....

Turns out when pervy guys reblogged these clips and admitted to masturbating to her performance, she would reply, happily encouraging them. On her official account, zero shame, her with the silver medal as her avatar. She'd tell these random men to 'milk their cocks good' and 'cum real hard for her tight little ass', like some porn star. Joey saw this and was very amused..... So, he decided Emily had to be punished--badly. He told her she had to obey him and take breast growth pills, to give the next national gymnastics tournament before the Summer Olympics a good show.

"I'm sorry, Joey..... you know I can't help myself. I love to flirt."

"Which just tells me how badly you need to be punished. Look at this one I found! Some random married guy posted that he wants to throw you in his van, hogtie you, and put 'a pile of kids in your pretty gut'. Did you block him....?"

She shook her head. "No....."

"Oh wait, you went on an extended RP session in the public comments about how he was going to abduct and rape you. Damn, you're one messed up girl."

"Messed up as a guy that makes his girlfriend grow a pair of boobs that weigh 50lbs each? Knowing she's a gymnast!"

"Nah, not as bad. But hey, think of all the hot interactions you'll have on Instagram now! You're gonna step out, not in your leotard, but a bikini, these gigantic udders spilling out. And you'll do your routine.... as well as you can. Think of how many guys are gonna jerk off to that."

"Fuck.... that's so hot." Emily bit her lip, fondling her pussy and breasts. "They're so heavy.... I look like an idiot with these things....."

"Well, you are an idiot. A horny, drooling idiot, too obsessed with fondling that swollen pussy of yours to care whether or not millions see you flirt with married men and RP getting knocked up by them."

"I'm.... it's just a little addiction, is all. I could try therapy...."

"Nah, I think you deserve to be nothing but walking jerk-off fodder. You're done being a real athlete. They'll just have you on because your oversized, goofy looking udders will make so many desperate, horny men tune in. And a whole bunch of normies to make fun of you."

"Fuck you.... you find these tits sexy..... You just came so hard inside me!"

"Well, I find them less sexy than I do the fact that I made you grow them. Understand?"

She nodded obediently. "Yes, master."

"Good girl, now, isn't it going to be fun watching you balance those giant tits and a belly full of my kids at the next tournament? Damn, by the time the Olympics roll around, those tits will weigh 100lbs each. Won't that be so fitting? I can't wait to see you even try to perform..... Then your career will be sitting on OnlyFans, immobilized by those cartoonish udders, masturbating all day like the drooling, horny idiot you really are deep down. You'll be flirting with your desperate, gross fans, all of your regular fans won't want anything to do with you as you sit there ten hours a days fondling yourself, surrounded by a pair of tits too big for you to carry on your own....."

"Fuck you...."

"Don't act like you don't agree. You aren't an athlete Emily, you aspire to be nothing but walking jerk-off material. So you might as well go for gold, isn't that right?"

Emily bit her lip, rubbing her heavy breasts. "Then I better go for 200lbs each...... be totally trapped by these things...."

"Now that's the perverted little idiot I love."

"I aim to please, Master. ❤️"

[your-local-granny]

okay before i forget. i've been trying to put my finger on why people saying phoenix and maya are 'sibling-coded' pisses me off so much and I think a big part of it is how important mia is to both their introduction and also the foundation of their relationship and how calling phoenix and maya 'siblings/sibling-coded' waters down all of their relationships

phoenix wishing that maya was mia is a very big part of maya's arc as well as a big sticking point in phoenix and maya's relationship. phoenix spends the majority of turnabout sisters wishing that 'the chief' was there and when maya fails to channel her he shows outward disappointment. this is something that maya obviously picks up on and internalizes as we see throughout the rest of the games. most notably maya shows remarkably little self-preservation, throwing herself at von Karma's taser and in contempt of court to help edgeworth (and by extent, phoenix). she openly admits to feeling useless when she can't channel mia and phoenix never refutes this out loud until he of course presents the bullet to her showing that she wasn't useless. phoenix is notably bad at expressing his thoughts/ and feelings so its honestly debatable whether this gets through to maya but thats neither here nor there

on the other side of it, maya wishes that phoenix would be the caring adult figure that she was missing for most of her life (and especially after mia dies) and phoenix does not do a great job of being that figure. he likes her sure, and they're good friends, but he's definitely not nurturing or sensitive whenever maya is in distress. at the end of turnabout sisters when mia tells maya to "take care of phoenix" for her, maya starts calling him nick (because that's what mia said phoenix's friend calls him) and their dynamic for the most part is solidified. maya is not able to find mia in phoenix and accepts him as his own person and a part of her life as a friend.

phoenix has a more complicated journey with viewing maya as her own person partially because of the whole spirit-channeling thing, and partially because maya is younger than both the chief and himself. phoenix is constantly looking to a mentor for guidance and feels out of his depth for most of the cases in the trilogy. he frequently wishes that mia could be there, and is shown to value maya's ideas less, or at the least question them more at face-value. nevertheless, by the second game phoenix relies on maya greatly as shown with how he copes (or fails to cope) with her absence in rfta and 2-4, and 3-5. phoenix views her as both an integral part of his life and support structure, but also views her as someone he has to put on a brave face for, much like pearls. maya is phoenix's young friend that he leans on and wishes to protect.

maya's love for her sister is a core theme that spans the entire trilogy and culminates in maya almost dying in 3-5. phoenix's love for mia is a constant driving force that pushes him past what he believed himself capable of, and encourages him to trust those who become those closest to him. phoenix and maya's relationship is colored by their own relationships to mia, and how they view each others relationship with mia. they both represent a part of her that they never knew as well as a part of her they can keep loving in her place after she is gone, but most importantly, neither of them will ever be mia. no one else can be maya's big sister and no one else can be phoenix's mentor. they meet each other as two strangers set adrift by the same lost mooring, and though they'll never be secure in the way they were before meeting each other, they have a friend to help keep themselves afloat.

[singingcicadas]

Megatron's Opposite Day

"I free slaves"

This is Soundwave binding Ratbat but seeing as Megatron did the same thing to Pentius by putting his spark into Trypticon and reformatted Rumble and Frenzy into cassettes against their will I think he approves a lot of this practice

Megatron on Optimus and humans, after his defeat in All Hail Megatron ⬇️

he really salty

"I implant ideology" aka brainwashing

Decepticon cause = Megatron. nuff said.

"I liberate cities" says the person who let Nyon burn to make a point

Cities are too small, think bigger

Holding New York hostage.

"Like Autobots, they believe in the sanctity of life" which he doesn't. Kudos for being honest.

Allowing troops to do free-rein massacre is a reward for conquest. Nothing like some easy murder for de-stressing.

The Simanzi massacre which halved the Cybertronian population is off-screen so it doesn't deserve its own pic

"The revolution"

"We only feel good when we stand with a blade in one hand and a throat in another" "Let's make the entire face of the planet into our new gladiator arena"

What nice, confidence-inspiring revolutionaries. I'm sure they'll rule the population with benevolence after they've killed all the Necessary People with Necessary Violence. Final interpretation of what constitutes as Necessary is reserved for the sole discretion of Megatron, ofc.

Good goals.

Sentinel might be an absolute asshole but at least he's got one thing right: they're literally a gang of thugs who gets high off murder.

"The people are my utmost concern"

'The people': ................

"Battling for freedom"

Freedom of what? Function? Autonomy?

Religion?

the ability to choose whether to fight? on which side to fight?

Idk why they used the word "pogrom" for this, it's way too specific

Anyways it doesn't matter, they won't be missed.

Good for Bumblebee for calling him out. Screenshotted this just to appreciate Megatron's bitchy face ⬇️

Other urban legends:

"Megatron loves Cybertron" let's just burrrrn it

He did fight to save Cybertron in Chaos Theory but also made it pretty clear why he did it. It's not out of the goodness of his heart or any sentimental reasons like that. It's an ego/dominance thing.

Plus his wording when he's trying to convince Optimus to let him go with the Lost Light: "I broke the planet. And that, Optimus, is why I owe it to you - to everyone - to find a replacement."

Replacement.

In other words: I made a mess and can't be bothered to clean it up, so I want to get away from it and find somewhere new to start clean.

I don't think Optimus appreciates the favour.

"Megatron tore down a corrupt government" which is true, just too bad that he's worse

He's also, um, a closeted Zeta admirer?

"Megatron advocates equality" ???

Megatron x dictatorship is literally his OTP. They were inseparable for four million years. A lot of people died trying.

"Megatron cares about the Decepticons" no he doesn't. Not his troops nor its cause.

Like for one thing he treats them with complete scorn

Admits that the most useful thing about keeping Starscream around is that he can bully underlings into line

Wants to use the humans' nuke to get rid of his troops and reformat them into peaceful drones after they outlive their use because they were "too ruthless" for his perfect peaceful society

Has zero scruples about fighting Deceptigod, just affronted that his own soldiers are being used against him

And basically just drops the Decepticons like a bag of vermin after he surrenders. He never once mentions them of his own accord, other than to insist he has nothing to do with them. Even his surrender speech is something Optimus makes him do as exchange b/c he wants to go on parole. He wasn't planning on making a public address otherwise, he was just going to leave them hanging.

Looking at the publication timeline, Megatron started out as an established Evil McEvilson-type villain similar to how he is in G1 and it's not until Chaos Theory in 2011 that JRo really gave him a sympathetic backstory that drew his characterization away from the bloodthirsty pugno ergo sum warlord into someone who once held ideals about societal reform and remains convinced of his own moral supremacy throughout the 4 mill years of death and war, adding worldbuilding such as Functionism/oppression/government corruption as justification for the beginning of the Decepticon movement. But because the start of the Decepticons was already written in Megatron Origins and every evil thing he'd done up till Chaos Theory can't be retracted and they had to keep Megatron as a villain until his story was no longer central to the Autobot-Decepticon war line, and JRo didn't try to downplay the atrocities he'd committed (some of the most sadistically disturbing things Megatron did were exclusively in MTMTE flashbacks), but rather tried to distance him from them and placed the focus on the juxtapositions to emphasize change, this as a whole just resulted in Evil McEvilson getting turned into Hyper McHypocrite.

[misc-obeyme]

I just saw the event and I hope I'm not too late but Lucifer x MC requests w/ author's choice maybe?

Hello there, my friend! You are not too late, in fact, your request was the first one I received!

Soooo since it was author's choice and we're talking about Lucifer, I went with fluff. Because soft!Luci is one of my favorite things ever. So here are some general fluff headcanons about him.

Thank you for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Lucifer fluff headcanons

Warnings: none

Lucifer notices everything about you. It isn't just the way you mesh so well with his family. It's the little sparkle in your eyes when you tease him. It's the way your voice changes slightly when you say his name. It's the light touch of your hand seeking his when you're nervous.

Lucifer shows his love in quiet ways that may be missed by anyone else. He will give you things you need before you realize you need them. When you're struggling, he will show up beside you to lend a hand without you needing to ask.

Lucifer will bring you flowers, but they'll be the rarest and the most beautiful. Arranged spectacularly in a beautiful vase that you keep in your room. It's regularly refilled with new bouquets from him.

When you're at RAD, he'll stop you in the hall just to check in with you. He might ask you something about his brothers, but his true motivation is to make sure you're doing all right. He'll tell you to come to the music room when you get home because he wants to spend more time with you. You'll find him waiting with a bottle of Demonus and a soothing record (one that isn't cursed).

You're certainly the only one that Lucifer would even dream of allowing to touch his wings. It's a special moment when your fingertips brush against the soft silken feathers. You try not to react when you feel him tremble slightly beneath your touch.

He's always busy, doing paperwork, being summoned to the castle, spending his hours at RAD doing council work. And yet he always takes a moment to speak to you alone. His ruby eyes roaming over your face, like he won't ever get enough of looking at you.

You sometimes wish you could tell people who fear him what he's really like. How he'll carry you to your bed any time you fall asleep somewhere else in the house. How he reaches for your hand when he knows you're feeling uncertain or afraid. How he'll hold you all night if you've had a rough day. How he'll admit to you that all he wants is for you to be happy.

No one knows Lucifer the way that you do, but you're surprised to find that no one knows you the way that he does, either. He lets it slip occasionally, just how aware of you he is. If he's had one glass of Demonus too many, he mumbles about the color of your hair and the particular curve of your smile.

When you're alone, Lucifer will kiss you and kiss you and kiss you, needing you more than he's needed anything in his long life. He'll fall to his knees at your feet, overcome by how willing he is to do whatever you ask. He begs you to touch him, to know him, to let him know you. He needs you, MC. Don't let him falter.

You don't. You stand beside him in all things, whether you're alone with him in his room or among the rest of the student council at RAD. It's a little daunting to think that you are the stability that Lucifer leans on. That after all the years he's been working and fighting alone, he now has you to hold onto.

Lucifer will catch your eyes from across a crowded room just to give you a confident smile. It's the one that says he knows he's on your mind. It's his way of saying you're on his, too. He wants you to know he's thinking of you. He wants to make you blush slightly from his regard.

Your love is a tender thing that Lucifer holds close to his heart. He knows how quickly he could lose it, how quickly he could lose you. All the power in the Devildom might not be enough to keep you with him forever. But for now, he will worship every single part of you, every day of your life.

cozy comforts | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[silent-stories]

𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄

Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: Eddie has to meet your parents and he really wants them like him. That's why, for the first time, he's trying to be someone he's not.

The trailer was calm and silent and night had already fallen for several hours but Eddie seemed to find no peace, tossing and turning in his bed, next to you.

"Ed?" You whispered, reaching out a hand towards him and resting it on his shoulder trying to somehow calm him down with just your touch. "Are you okay?"

Eddie turned to you, resting his head on the pillow and staring at you with his big brown eyes that glittered in the dark. "Yeah. Just..." He paused emitting a sigh. "It doesn't really matter."

"It matters if it worries you enough to not let you sleep." You brushed a strand of his messy hair out of his face before speaking again, your tone was kind and calm. "Talk to me, please."

"I'm just nervous." He muttered.

You thought about whether he had any important tests in the next few days. "Nervous about what?"

"For tomorrow night." He admitted before closing his eyes like he was accepting defeat and sinking the side of his face into the pillow a bit more.

You finally understood. The following day, Eddie was coming to your house for dinner to meet your parents, and although he'd been trying to hide his anxiety all day, he was finally admitting his fears.

"What if they don't like me?" He murmured as you leaned in to drop a few comforting kisses on his cheek. "What if they hate me and decide they don't want you to stay with a freak like me anymore?"

"Hey, stop." You said before planting another kiss on his temple causing Eddie to chuckle. "They are gonna like you. They are gonna absolutely love you, okay?"

"How do you know that?" His hand was slowly caressing your back, his arm encircling your waist keeping you close to him.

"Because I like you and absolutely love you."

Eddie sighed. "I don't know..." He wasn't referring to the sincerity of your feelings but to the possible reaction of your parents.

"I do" You said, sure. "Eddie, you are lovely, kind, funny and sweet. They'll see that, trust me."

Eddie stayed silent for a moment, you could hear an owl hooting through the thin glass of the window of his room.

"I'm scared." He said finally, his gaze meeting yours again.

A sad smile appeared on your face. "My boy." You whispered as you pushed him towards you, making him rest his head on your chest. "It's okay, baby. They'll like you, I promise."

Eddie slowly nodded, now it was your time to run your hand up and down his back, between his shoulder blades, to reassure him.

After less than twenty minutes, he fell asleep and a light snore coming out of his mouth from time to time.

You, unlike Eddie, weren't nervous about the meeting with your parents because everything you said to reassure Eddie was true: you'd told your parents so much about him that it was as if they already knew him and when you described him to them you always talked about how he really was, how you saw him and not what other people thought of him.

They really wanted to meet him for the first time and already loved him. To them, he was part of the family just like you were to Uncle Wayne.

Finally, you fell asleep too.

Eddie paced nervously up and down his room, occasionally glancing at the clock. He had to be at your place in two and a half hours, his hands were already sweating and the floor was covered with possible clothes to wear which he couldn't decide between.

He was grateful that the night before you had tried to reassure him saying that your parents would love him, but his mind was still clouded with hundreds of doubts and fears.

Try as you might, you couldn't really understand how he felt.

Eddie had been there before. Whenever he went to his friends' house when he was younger, when their parents saw the way he dressed, when they listened to the music Eddie liked, when they found out his father was in jail and Eddie would probably become like him.

Each time his friends said their parents didn't want Eddie to come back, sometimes they said they didn't want their kids to be friends with someone like that anymore.

Eddie walked over to the nightstand and took off his rings and the chain bracelet on his wrist, the skull and the cross clattered against each other as they fell on the wood of the nightstand.

Then, with a towel found in the bathroom, he removed the remnants of the black polish on his nails, a slight smile appeared on his lips at the memory of when, a week before, you had painted his nails leaving a kiss on every knuckle.

For once he just wanted to be liked. He didn't want them to think he was weird, that he was someone you needed to stay away from.

He dropped the chain with the pick next to the rings and took off the Black Sabbath shirt he was wearing, leaving it in the pile of clothes next to the bed.

Eddie was just so scared. He was scared that when they saw him they'd look at him with the same expression everyone looked at him at school, with the same expression Jason Carver had when he yelled "freak" at him every time he purposely bumped into him in the hallway.

He was afraid of losing you.

Eddie put on a shirt that covered up any tattoos on his arms and then pulled his hair up like he's never done before. He removed the skull bandana he kept in his back pocket, his chain and his belt.

He looked in the mirror wondering who the person in the reflection was.

It wasn't himself and he didn't like him.

But maybe your parents would have done it.

When Eddie knocked at your door and your mom went to open, you almost didn't recognize him.

He was wearing a white shirt that you've never seen before, not even in his closet, so it must have been something Wayne wore when he was young or a new purchase, and light blue jeans, probably the only pair he owned that weren't ripped.

It was weird not to see him wearing at least one black thing and without a shirt of some metal band.

"It's so nice to finally meet you!" Your mom smiled shaking his hand and letting him into the house.

When he introduced himself saying his name was "Edward" you didn't know whether to burst out laughing or yell at him.

"You are not what I imagined." Your father commented.

"I could say the same." You said through your teeth, staring at him in disbelief.

He wasn't your Eddie.

It wasn't the first time he'd wore his hair up, sometimes you even styled them that way when he asked you to but this time there wasn't even a hair out of place or a strand sticking out of his bun.

His hand felt almost naked, without rings and bracelets.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." He said, politely.

He was too composed. Too fake.

He didn't talk much during dinner and it wasn't like him. Every time you went to eat with him and Wayne, Eddie was always talking about everything that was on his mind, ideas for his next campaign, songs he was writing and books he planned to read.

This time, he was so quiet it was almost scary.

He wasn't your Eddie.

And the fact that, for the first time, he was trying to be different than who he really was just to please your parents was heartbreaking.

Halfway through dinner you decided you'd had enough and suddenly leapt out of your chair. "Eddie, we need to talk."

He looked at you with the expression of a child who gets caught doing something he shouldn't do, before following you into your bedroom, his head lowered so as not to meet your parents' gaze.

You closed the door behind you, finally finding yourself alone with Eddie.

"So... what the fuck is that?" You asked as Eddie sat on the edge of your bed with a sigh.

"That what?" He mumbled, but he knew what you were referring to.

"All of that." You pointed to his entire body with your hand and he ducked his head, embarrassed and dejected.

"I just wanted to make them like me." He whispered as you crouched down in front of him so you could see his face, placing a hand on his knee. "For once I wanted them to accept me and not think there is something wrong with me. I was afraid that after seeing me they would have told you to stay away from someone like me. Please don't me mad at me."

"Eddie, I'm not mad at you, I could never be mad at you... but this is not the guy I fell in love with." You waited a moment for a reaction from him that didn't come, then you continued talking. "I fell in love with a guy who's always talking, who sometimes even yells beacuse he's so passionate about what he's talking about. A guy who wears bands t-shirts and would rather be burned alive than conform to the crowd. Of a guy who's trying to save money to get another tattoo, not trying to hide the ones he already has by wearing long sleeves."

Eddie remained silent, you reached out your arm and, when your hand found the back of his head, you loosened his hair which fell over his shoulders in a cascade of brown curls.

"I fell in love with a sweet boy that is also a mess. And doesn't try to be perfect to please others."

You ran your fingers through his hair, making it regain its usual volume.

When he finally looked up and met your gaze, you placed your hands on the sides of his face and your thumbs caressed his cheeks.

"Whoever was that guy who walked through my door tonight, he wasn't my Eddie. The serious, composed guy who barely said a word during dinner was not my Eddie."

That was the first moment his lips hinted at a smile.

"Eddie, I love you. I love you because you are you."

He placed a hand on your back and gently pushed you towards him, making your lips meet in a way that said "I love you too", dropping you onto the bed almost on top of him, causing you both to chuckle against each other's mouths.

"I'm sorry" he whispered, you could feel his breath on your skin. "I ruined everything."

"You didn't ruin anything." You reassured him. "Just my sight when you showed up with that awful bun." You added jokingly, bringing your hand to play with his locks.

Eddie laughed, lying on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. You lay down next to him.

"Really, they already like you anyway. I talk about you all the time it's is almost annoying."

"Really?"

"Really."

"So can we do it again?"

"Do it again?" You raised your eyebrows.

"I have my real clothes in the car."

"No way."

He chuckled. "I was unsure until the last moment. I have everything in the car, leather jacket, Black Sabbath t-shirt, chains, rings. Everything."

"Get the fuck out of here and change your clothes!" You pushed him out of bed as he burst out laughing.

God, you loved that sound.

"Do you want me to change in the car? Do you want to expose me to the possibility of your neighbors seeing how handsome your naked boyfriend is?"

You huffed. "I'll go get your damn clothes." You got out of bed, gesturing at the shirt she was wearing. "You can burn those."

You crossed the dining room, heading to Eddie's van when you stopped to notice your parents were giving you a questioning look.

"I'm going to get his real clothes and then we'll do it all over again, okay?"

They looked at each other for a moment without understanding but then nodded.

Before leaving, you stopped again.

"And for the love of God, call him Eddie."

When he came back to your parents, finally looking like your Eddie, you were holding his hand. He hadn't asked you to do it but you knew he needed it at that moment because as soon as your palm met his, his fingers immediately intertwined with yours.

"Oh, now you look so much more like the guy my daughter is always telling me about!" Your mom commented when she saw him standing in the dining room.

She was not mad, she was not disappointed. Eddie hinted a smile.

He shook hands with your parents for the second time that night. "Eddie Munson, I'm an idiot and I don't know how I ended up with a wonderful girl like your daughter."

You all laughed and you kissed his cheek.

That was definitely your Eddie.

He sat at the table, he still had a dessert to eat and a lot of things he wanted to talk about.

Tags: @jacklesdeanvessel @morning-sky7 @pipsqueakkitten @navs-bhat @michaelfuckinglangdon

[mit0bee]

Twisted Wonderland boys sharing a tent with you!

Part 2 will come eventually probably most likely

Stuff you should read: Romantic intent! Was supposed to be bulleted but i got lazy, Setting is set in Camp Vargas 1/2 even though i havent actually read CV1 and im only on book 1 of CV2 *cries* leona favouritism because i didnt realise how long writing an entire events drabble would take, sleeping on the floor because i have never camped before and the idea of figuring out how this would work with sleeping bags makes me want to do bad things

Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Malleus Draconia, Azul Ashengrotto, Lilia Vanrouge

(count how many times melora uses the word exhaustion challenge, go!)

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

After thanking Ruggie and Epel for their help setting up yours and Leona's tent, it was time to help everyone else, so that the Spelldrive Club wouldn't get chewed out by Vargas.

Well… That's what you had in mind, before Leona pulled you down to the grass with him, ordering saying you should relax with him.

“Oi. Come sit down with me.”

“Leona, I have to help everyone else get set up.”

“They'll be fine without you. Now, come sit.”

Helping them would have to wait for whatever else was in store.

Once the first event was announced, and the three objectives were set, you were determined to help the Spelldrive Club at least a little. Pulling yourself from Leona, you decided to follow Ruggie and Epel through each objective.

After an exhausting 3 objectives, night had come, and everyone in the Spelldrive Club were relaxing by the campfire. Whether they be sharing stories, or cracking jokes, everyone was fairly lively for having just gone through the ringer. Everyone except Leona, A.K.A. the only one who didn't do anything, that is. He had his head resting on yours, half-asleep.

Ruggie was actually the one to point out that you two should go to bed, stating that you looked like hell, and that Leona was already snoozin'. So, you practically dragged Leona from the campfire, saying goodnight to Epel and Ruggie, and finally went to the confines of your tent.

Once you got in the tent, and got decently comfortable, Leona, who by this point was already asleep, attached himself to your back like a leech.

“….ve you.”

“Leo? Did you say something?”

“No. Go t' bed, Herbivore.”

he totally said ily then got to shy to admit it in his borderline sleeping state.

i love him

ok so i didnt realize how long these end up being sooooo the rest are gonna be just the tent shenanigans *sighs*

MALLEUS DRACONIA

Once you two got into the tent, you couldn't help but sit down with a sigh. Even though you two were part of an art club, it felt as if Vargas was just as hard on you as he was on the sports clubs.

“Child of Man, is something wrong? You seem down.”

You answered him with another sigh, “It's nothing. Today was just a little tough, is all.”

Malleus sat next to you, opening his arms, “Why don't we lay together, then? You seem to always feel better afterwards.”

Your face would light up ever so slightly, crawling from your spot and into his arms as he laid down. Your head was next to his chest, and you could easily feel his calm heartbeat through his attire. Eventually it was enough to lull you into a light slumber, yet through the drowsiness, you could feel Malleus' lips on your head with a few soft words.

“Goodnight, Child of Man. I love you.”

I AM SO IN LOVE

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Out of the two of you, Azul was the one to cave into exhaustion first. He practically flopped onto the tent floor the second he walked in. He was a mess. His face was beet red, his breath ragged, and he couldn't stand the thought of staying awake a single second longer.

With the last ounce of energy he had left, he grabbed your hand as he went down, pulling you with him.

“Wuh- Azul!”

“[Name]...” He groaned. Obviously the soreness and drowsiness was getting to him, “'m so tired.” He wrapped his arms around you, groaning again, “Let's sleep now.”

You slowly wrapped your arms around him, chuckling, “Okay. Goodnight, Azul.”

“Mmn. Night.”

You didn't see him this tired very often, but it seemed you'd have to find a way to see him like this again.

“[Name]!!! Azul! Look at this cool stone I found! +20 MP!”

Oh lord......

LILIA VANROUGE

Lilia was, surprisingly, nowhere near tired, even though he was decrepit. So, when you were sat at the campfire with the rest of the pop music club with your head on his shoulder, he chuckled.

"My. Are you falling asleep, [Name]?"

You shook your head insistently, "No. 'm not tired, just resting my eyes, is all."

You could practically see him laughing through your closed eyes, "Uh huh. Wise words from an old man such as myself; I can tell when someone is falling asleep. Oftentimes that person should go to bed."

You pulled yourself from dreamland and opened your eyes, "No, I'm awake. See? I was just resting m' eyes."

"More wise words; Fae can tell when humans lie."

Kalim gasped, "Wha?! Seriously?! That's so cool!"

Cater agreed, much to your chagrin, "You could totally be put on those lie detector shows! Those ones where they ask those suuuper toxic couples questions about each other!"

"Mmn. Is that true, Lilia?" You looked over to him. He had a minor habit of telling you something to prove a point , then taking it back.

He nodded, "Mhm. So we should get to bed, right?"

You slowly nodded. As much as you could deny it, nothing could get past Lilia the Lie Detector. You stood up while rubbing your eyes. Lilia waved goodbye to his club members, retreating with you to your tent.

The second your head hit the pillow that Vargas had so kindly given the arts groups, you were asleep. Lilia gazed upon your sleeping form, smiling softly. Fae couldn't actually detect lies, but you didnt need to know that. All you needed to know was that he knew you very well. You two were together, after all.

He laid next to you, admiring you, and how your body rose and fell with each calm breath, and how your hair fell to frame your face beautifully, and especially the drool trickling from your mouth already.

He would definitely have to tease tell you about that tomorrow.

AAAHHHHHHH FIRST EVER POST!!! Did you guys like it? I'm hoping to write some more in the future, including a second post to this one! currently, sebek, jack, and floyd kinda have a chokehold on me so they'll probably be in the second part! --------------- m.list @mit0ee 's work, please do not steal!

[merakiui]

MERAAA what do you think about having a friends with benefits with both ace and Deuce? Like they're friends with reader and having no boundaries with them ykyk

:O I love this omg!! Fwb with Ace and Deuce is so fun because they're both loser virgins in their own ways. Ace thinks he's the love god because he's had a girlfriend before, but the truth is that he's very inexperienced in a lot of aspects of relationships (especially college-aged relationships since you're technically his first in that respect). I like to think he and Deuce would bicker over who can please you better, but they're both fucking you in missionary and kissing you awkwardly and sloppily. They'll get it eventually. ^^;;;

It's a lot of figuring out what works and what doesn't with them, seeing their faults and flaws, but also appreciating the things they do unconsciously. Like when Deuce worries over whether or not he's hurting you, telling you to let him know if anything's uncomfortable, promising to go slow. He's very diligent about making sure he wears protection, and his aftercare, while at times suffocating, is very sweet. He just wants to make sure you're happy and feeling good. <3 he's a sweetheart. He's much the same outside of the bedroom, too. But now that you're fwb there are moments where he just stares at you and gets flustered because he now knows what you look like without clothes on. He's so down bad.

Ace also cares immensely for you, but it isn't as outright or obvious as Deuce (or so he wants it to seem). But if you look close enough and the more time you spend with Ace, the more you'll begin to realize his way of caring is just as obvious as Deuce's. Ace is very observant and he picks up on certain things you might not expect him to. It's how he's learned some of your favorite things and preferences without you having to tell him. Teasing is his love language. He'll tease you and be characteristically childish, but he never goes too far. He knows the line between being mean and being playful. If his words were to cause you distress or leave you crying, he'd genuinely feel bad. It's never his intention to hurt you. Ace just doesn't know how to admit to his feelings sometimes, which is why he'll act like he doesn't care if you eat that pastry he nearly fought other students over when it's bakery day, all of it just to get your favorite.

Both he and Deuce mean well. <3 also,,,,, the first time they saw you in lingerie or just your usual undergarments,,, they folded. These two would do anything for you. They love you so much they sometimes try (and fail) to sneak out of Heartslabyul just to drop by for spontaneous sleepovers.

I think fwb with them works (until it doesn't because they fall hard) because you're already so close. They just railed you into the mattress and now the three of you are dropping by Sam's store to get snacks for movie night at Ramshackle. And omg don't get me started on how it's canon that Ace and Deuce often accompany the player/Yuu on grocery shopping and how they visit town together!!!! OTL visits to town start to feel a lot more like dates when Ace and Deuce are in love with you hehe.

[autistichalsin]

One of the things that fascinates me about Halsin is how, as into sex as he is, he seems singularly focused on his partner's pleasure; he gets on his knees for them in his romance scene, but shows no sign of wanting them to return the favor.

And in fact, he is a lot better at giving advice than taking it. After flirting at the Tiefling party, Halsin tells the player not to worry about coming on too strong and that they were just seizing the moment, and yet, if the player rejects Halsin after he accidentally wildshapes, the next morning he apologizes for coming on too strong.

Whether that's just a hangup of his because he thinks he has to be the Best to make sure his lover won't leave him, or maybe some of it is a result of the Underdark, I'm not sure. But he definitely is harder on himself than others.

And I think that is one thing that would come out in his kinks; as much as he affirms that, for example, dom/sub fantasies are perfectly normal (like in that party banter to ascended Astarion, where his worry is specifically because the player is actually thralled) he seems like he has trouble affirming his own. For example, he shifts into bear form in the Drow brothel, but only does this when they express interest in his bear form; "we must give the people what they want, mustn't we?"

So it would be really interesting, then, for Halsin to have a really taboo kink/desire, and be absolutely terrified to tell his partner about it, terrified they'll think he's sick/a freak and leave him.

TW: Discussion of consensual non-consent, also known as rape fantasy or rapeplay, are under the cut. Read at your own risk.

So imagine Halsin having this fantasy. As a big guy he is used to being the dominant partner; no one has ever suspected he might like to bottom, or to be a submissive. The only time he's done such a thing was with his Drow captors. He knows he would like to give his submission willingly, and he does with his partner a few times, before expressing this particular kink.

One thing that gets horribly misunderstood is what makes one actually want CNC. It isn't that they actually want to get raped; it's the idea of having control forcibly taken so completely, while still being safe. Such people wouldn't enjoy a real assault. It's precisely because it comes from a trusted partner, who isn't actually hurting them, that people enjoy it.

So for Halsin, who always has to be in control, to want to explore his trauma where he was forced to lose control, and to experiment with elements from that in an entirely different scenario, where he can draw comfort from it, is something i could very much see him wanting. He would want to revisit those on his terms. He himself said that while under such endless stress from the Shadow Curse, he began to fantasize about his days with the Drow, viewing it as a safer place mentally. "Perhaps [the Shadow Curse] caused me to gild undeserving memories of my youth..." He is trying to work out his feelings towards when he lost control.

He clearly doesn't want to return to them; if a Lolth Drow threatens to sell him back to his captors, he snaps, "you would be unwise to attempt it, trust me. In any case, the house of my captors is long-extinct." Then he pauses and has a realization; realizing for the first time that they were captors, not hosts, and that captors was a more accurate term. Halsin is still processing parts of his trauma, after all this time, and admits that his current stresses caused him to struggle with this.

So he doesn't want to actually return to them, but in his head he constructed a fantasy version of them that was safer to engage with, where the violations he endured weren't real. And honestly, in his shoes, it's completely understandable how and why that happened.

So that makes the case for why he needs a safe place to explore himself, his fantasies, his fears, all of it.

The issue of course is that Halsin is self-sacrificing and, as noted above, doesn't seem to prioritize his wants as much as his partners'. If he ever did manage to speak about this, it would be, I think, after a great deal of guilt and maybe even self-loathing, thinking there must be something wrong with him for having these fantasies.

So imagine him with a partner who is happy to indulge him, who gets him to finally open up about his desires. Who affirms that he's allowed to have desires, to process his trauma however he needs; after all, any way of working through it is better than doing nothing like Halsin has been doing for centuries. This is him finally being willing to explore it, to see how it interacted with his own sexuality; of course his partner would never refuse him such a thing.

That is the core of the CNC fic I'm going to write; showing how Halsin's unique blend of traumas affect how and why he craves this in particular.

[skatingbi]

So hear me out on my headcanon guys:

Sanji with heterochromia (i cant spell that fuckin word man..) where one eye is blue and another is brown. He always hides the blue eye.

The first one to notice is Zoro, who is immediantly like "holy shit youre eyes are pretty" and sanji is like "what the FUCK"

Actually fuck it im gonna write about this nobody can stop me.

Sometimes, on lonley nights in the gallery, when Sanji is busy prepping, he looks in the reflection of his knife. Underneath the frizzy mess of a fringe that is part of his hair reveals the blue eye he struggles looking at. He stares, scrutinizing that light blue in the gleam of his knife gripped tightly in his hand. He looks away to force his attention back on prep work. His hands are always slightly unsteady after those moments. He always ends up with a cut on his hand one way or another on those nights.

When Sanji was a kid, his brothers would use his heterochromia as a weapon against him. He was the freak with two colored eyes. They would say his blue eye was creepy, too. Not only was he weak but also too different to be called their brother.

When you're a kid, you take these insults to heart. Eventually, when you're barely into adulthood, they'll still plague you. They become a part of you, just like how Zeff's teachings became a part of Sanji.

Judge looked at his eyes with disgust masked by indifference. It was another reason for Sanji to assume why he was the failure. The outcast. The runt of the litter.

His mother had blue eyes. She always claimed Sanji got his blue eye from her because her father had heterochromia, too. That was the only time little Sanji felt normal. When she died, Sanji started to grow out his hair to hide the only thing he had left of her: her eyes.

Now, Sanji still hides her eyes from view. Realistically, Sanji is fully aware that none of the crew would give a rats ass what he looked like. Regardless, old habits die hard. He feels safe under the mask he made for himself. As he goes about preparing lunch, perhaps grilled sea king again with how luffy is always eager to fight those things, he lets his mind wander to his eyes more. While hands expertly move through his knife like an extension of his body, he thinks about the mess of blond hair that's always in the way. He'd never admit it out loud, but his hair actually bothers him. Since it started growing out, it gets everywhere; his mouth, in his eyes, and tangled in the buttons of his shirt. Is sanji happy with his longer hair? Absolutely. It's a nusiance to leave it down constantly, though.

As he's thinking this, he's blowing the fringe of hair covering his face out of the way every so often so it stops tickling his nose. He continues to evenly slice through a portion of sea king meat until somebody, Nami he realizes immediantly, speaks up.

"Do you need a hair tie, sanji?" Nami asks sweetly. Her smile is radiant, as always, while she looks up from the map shes been studying. Sanji didnt even realize Nami came in and made the kitchen table into a study until now, but he doesnt dwell on it. Nami is welcome in his kitchen, after all.

"Oh no, thank you, Nami-swan! I think I just need a haircut soon," Sanji lies as he's moving through the kitchen. He gives Nami a quick smile before turning back to the meat on the cutting board and avoids Nami's gaze under the disguise of being busy. His lie wasn't as believable as he wanted it to be, especially when he's stumbling over his words while he is usually eloquent with them towards Nami and Robin.

"But until then, you should take one! I probably have hundreds lying around my room anyways," She says. It's a peace offering designed to be in Sanji's language of communication. It secretly says he's getting that hairtie whether he wants it or not, and Sanji is weak enough to accept the offering. He takes the hair tie with a grateful smile, wrapping it around his wrist and going back to his current task. Nami and Sanji work in comfortable silence after that, but the hair tie weighs on his wrist like a weighted bracelet.

A few days pass by. Through every single one, he stares at the hair tie in the morning. He really should tie his hair back. It reaches his shoulders for gods sake, and it keeps getting in his mouth - but that small part of him that clings onto grief like its all that he knows refuses to. He doesn't think he can bring himself to share the only part of himself that he truly loves deep down. What if the crew really thinks it's weird? What if his brothers are right?

These what if's roam in the back of his mind. They lurk just beneath the surface like an unknown predator hidden in murky water. He ignores it along with the anxiety that crawls up his throat every time he looks at his wrist.

Then, a week passes by. Now he's in his kitchen making a simple breakfast for his nakama. Franky, in particular, will enjoy this since his tastes lie within American style food most of the time. He focuses on seasoning the eggs, some of them cooked differently to cater to everyone's tastes. While he goes through the familiar and therapeutic motions of cooking, the door opens to reveal an annoying head of mossy hair and the steady noise of three swords bumping each other at the hip.

" Oi, go to sleep in your own bunk. I dont need you stinkin' up my kitchen while im trying to work." He utters without looking up from the stove.

"Why can't I just sleep here shit cook?" Zoro grunts. Sanji hears him shuffle around on the gallery's couch behind him. He's probably lying down, or maybe he'll sleep sitting up again, or maybe he'll watch Sanji cook. That's the most irritating one, which usually ends up with them fighting out on the deck one way or another.

"Because youre fuckin' annoying, get out."

"The hell I am, I'm taking a nap here."

"Oh my - You know what?" Sanji whips around to glare at Zoro, making sure the knife he was using is now in his hand to point at the source of his ire, "Fine, but if I hear a single snore out of you I'm kicking you into the ocean!" He threatens and turns around to finish up with breakfast. By now, all he has left is pancakes. The batter was prepped earlier, so now it's just focusing on pouring evenly. It's task that's menial but still important to him regardless.

His hair is covering his face too much. He tries to shake his head to flip it to the side. It falls back to where it was before he can pick the bowl of batter back up. He brushes it over his shoulder, and it simply flows back over it. He blows his hair out of the way, a classic move, but not even that works and he's slamming the bowl down on the counter before he can even stop himself and walks away from his work to grab the hairtie from around his wrist. In a few fluid motions, he ties his hair back haphazardly into a poor attempt at a low bun, but it's out of his face, and now he can focus.

He's too deep in concentration to even remember that he has heterochromia in the first place. Cooking lowers his guard unlike anything else in the world. The gallery acts like a safe space and cooking is his comfort. He still forgets, too, while calling for Zoro to get his lazy ass up to help since he's decided to loiter in his kitchen.

"Hey moss, if you're gonna laze around my kitchen, set the table for me." His request demand is met with a middle finger, which Sanji gladly returns as he walks over to the couch to kick Zoro on the stomach. The half asleep annoyance is now suddenly alert and glares at Sanji for a moment before it's quickly replaced with a look Sanji has yet to add to his mental notes he likes to call "Marimo Dictionary". Zoro's eyebrows are slightly raised, and his eyes glitter with something Sanji rarely sees. He's never been able to place a name on that look. Now he's confused. "What? Dont give me that youre tired crap youre not fuckin 10." He says.

Zoro is still looking at him, though, and now Sanji looks back with confusion because what the fuck is he-

Oh. His eyes.

Shit.

Sanji rips the hairtie out of his hair at light speed, probably pulling a few strands out by accident in the process but he could honestly care less when theres something more important. Like whatever the fuck just happened.

Before he can turn away and go set the table himself to distance himself from the marimo, Zoro's hand moves suddenly to grab his wrist, stopping him from running away.

"Wait, wait, hold on," Zoro pleads. And what the fuck. Zoro has never said anything like that and its fucking with Sanji's head because what the fuck. "You...uh." He continues in his signature graceless way. "Your eyes..." He pauses after that, sitting up and looking at Sanji, but not just looking, he's looking.

"Marimo," Sanji's own voice is riddled with anxiety with how shaky it is now. "Let me go dumbass," He demands but it could have been mistaken for him begging with how much he's struggling to keep himself together.

He's anticipating the worst. He knows what he's expecting. Sanji has experienced it countless times before, and he's aware he will again right now while a pancake is probably burning on the pan for all he knows.

It doesnt.

Zoro is looking at him still, maintaining eye contact but also darting between both eyes. He's looking at him like those golden eyes are looking into his soul and its too much.

It's too much because Zoro's response is uncharacteristically soft in so many ways. Zoro speaks to him like he's speaking with reverence, "Your eyes are beautiful."

Sanji shatters on the gallery floor there. His soul is bare for Zoro to see suddenly and that terrifies Sanji. Nobody has ever told him he's beautiful. Especially his eyes. He yanks his wrist from Zoro's grasp and speed walks to the stove to turn it off and remove the burnt pancake from the pan. He doesnt respond. He cant, not when his heart flutters when it should have been anchored down by rejection.

Then, Sanji walks up to Zoro, grabs onto both his shoulders, pushes him out the gallery door with surprisingly little resistance, and slams it shut. He leans against the door, sliding down until he's sitting on the floor with his head tucked between his knees. His face is burning and his face is probably red like a tomato right now. He stares at the ground with wide eyes and a weirdly giddy feeling in his chest and stomach nearly akin to happiness but also dangerously close to feeling freaked the hell out.

"What the fuck."

[bazingabitch2000]

Tori Spring and Michael Holden head canons:

Michael and Tori are both autistic, though they express it differently. Michael's traits appear more outwardly visible, while Tori’s are subtler, perhaps because Solitaire is narrated from her perspective. We see her tendencies through her internal thoughts, actions, and reflections, all filtered through her own lens. I also think Michael may have ADHD as well.

Michael and Tori are in a queerplatonic relationship. It is NOT a romantic or sexual relationship. Their kiss at the book's end feels out of place; their connection doesn’t need that romantic signal. Queerplatonic relationships like theirs are as valid and significant as romantic ones. Michael is Tori's person, and Tori is Michael's person. I think what they have is beautiful, and it shouldn't be meddled with.

Michael is one of the only people who is able to make Tori laugh - and I mean REALLY laugh. She doesn't hide her face so much when she laughs around him. Sometimes, she laughs in spite of him. She can't help but admit that he cracks her up. She secretly loves that. Michael also secretly loves that. Sometimes they'll spend hours laughing until their faces and tummies hurt, and one of them either decides to finally go home, or they both just fall asleep together.

Tori just borrows Michael's sweaters whenever. She gets looks from her mum, Charlie, and the others, and she knows what they think. She knows they think that her and Michael are together. She doesn't bother to correct them because it's too exhausting, and they'll never get it.

Tori is cold - always. No matter what time of year, or how many layers she's wearing, she is always cold and always complains about how cold it is. Michael is the opposite of this, and is always lovely and warm. He doesn't even have to wear loads of layers. He's always pretty warm. Michael teases Tori for the fact that she's always freezing cold.

Michael makes Tori watch films she's never watched, and once she does, she reluctantly admits that they're actually great films.

Once Tori watches a new film that Michael has recommended, she makes a playlist based on the film, or a favourite character of Michael's from that film.

Tori finds people who reject pop music as “too mainstream” insufferable. She can rant about it for so long that the room falls silent.

Michael is never surprised when he sees that Tori is online at like 2 am. He teases her about it, and begs her to try and go to sleep at a respectable hour, but she never gives in.

Tori refuses to speak with anyone at breakfast if she can avoid it. She makes a point of making sure she can eat breakfast alone in the kitchen or eat it in her room. Either way, her headphones are on as she listens to Coldplay or Radio Head. If someone interrupts her, she glares and reluctantly removes her headphones.

Sometimes, Tori dissociates while she's around her friends. She finds herself questioning whether everything going on around her is real. Whether it's actually happening. Her friends don't seem to notice.

Tori's closet is full of hoodies, while Michael has a growing collection of sweaters.

Tori drinks everything with a straw.

Michael likes to give Tori small doodles, drawings, and notes. Tori keeps all of them and looks at them every once in a while when she can't sleep.

Tori absolutely refuses to ever use the overhead light. She will avoid using it at ALL costs.

Tori gets very bad migraines a lot. They even make her lightheaded and on the brink of fainting. She shrugs it off or plays it off that she's fine around others, but Michael can usually tell. Michael brings paracetamol or ibuprofen always, just in case. He also reminds Tori to drink water.

Tori lives off buttered noodles/pasta, mac n' cheese, or nuggets and chips a lot of the time. She can't cook to save her life.

Sometimes Tori finds herself watching game shows like Tipping Point and The Chase. She genuinely enjoys watching them and tries to play along.

Tori refuses to buy a new phone until her current one is on it's last legs. She just can't comprehend why and how people will buy a new phone once a new model is out.

When she was younger, she would get in trouble for cutting her hair on her own with a scissors.

Tori almost always has a blanket with her in her house. She has plenty of blankets in her room. When she's in the living room, you can bet she has a blanket.

In school, Tori was either the one telling everyone to “shut up” or sitting silently by herself. She was never part of the noise.

Michael would feel bad if any of his teddies were left out, so he would sleep with all of them, or have some sort of rota/routine and sleep with a different one each night.

[parvulous-writings]

Did you get another request? It's headcanons for Astarion, Gale, and Halsin react to his shy gn crush confessing to him before running away because they're scared of being rejected. Thanks!

Okay I DID get the original request, but accidentally published it when I meant to put it in my drafts, apologies! I'd like to thank the Down By The River Music Box Version for giving me the focus I needed to do this in one sitting! XD Also these three are my BOYS I LOVE THEM

Warnings: None! (besides fluff)

Notes:  My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!  Original character list - please request for these too!

Astarion

Before you even start the conversation with him about liking him, Astarion knows what this is going to be about. He just knows - he's been through this enough times to recognise that look on your face.

It's an easy conclusion to come to - to him, it's a thought of... 'who doesn't like him?' He's hardly known someone that he couldn't tempt, one way or another.

As you approach him, his lips are already curling up into that familiar sultry smile of his. He knows exactly how he wants to play this: "Well, well... If it isn't my favourite travelling companion... What brings you to my tent, my dear?"

You feel your cheeks burn as soon as he opens his mouth, your gaze casting aside as the words hit your ears. He always seems to know how to take someone's breath away.

You blurt out your confession as fast as your lips can manage, nothing more than a mash of words, hardly understandable - but Astarion understands with ease. He's been through this a lot, he knows the dance all too well. Before he can let a chuckle leave his throat, you're gone, leaving naught but a cloud of dust in your wake.

Nevertheless, had you been within earshot of the elf, you would have heard a rather dry laugh from his lips. To have someone turn tail from him, it's new. Something about the situation speaks to him though - it shows that, even after he's seen two hundred years of nothing but shadows and debauchery, there's still innocence in the realms. And he sees that it lives on in you. It's almost... endearing to him. Almost. Unfortunately it takes a lot to make his undead heart stir, anymore.

Unlike most, Astarion doesn't chase after you - he doesn't even consider it. In his past, he's never been one to chase after someone who likes him, he's always a magnet for them. He stays comfortably in his tent, eagerly awaiting your return. He knows you will, no matter how shy you are, or how long it takes.

Such a sweet thing... I'm sure they'll come around to speaking more openly eventually. Astarion's thoughts echo all that he knows from his past - one way or another, those who are charmed by him come back; though, he must admit, he does quite like the idea of playing this little game with you, whether you realise you are playing or not.

Gale

Gale doesn't really label your timid nature or actions as 'shyness', he sees it much more as an air or aura of mystique about you - which he absolutely loves. His scholarly instinct tells him to dive in, to explore all there is about you, and to uncover all of your mysteries. However, he knows you are your own person - if you wish to tell him any secrets you have, he's going to let you do so mostly at your own pace, only nudging or prompting once or twice.

When you approach him one evening, he's so over the moon to tell you about something he's recently figured out, relating to a problem you've been trying to solve outside of camp, that he doesn't initially notice the rather skittish demeanour you've adopted. He's so quick to launch into his little pre-planned speech that he hardly notices you talking to him, until you've already run halfway back to your own tent.

Gale just... Stands there, in stunned - almost offended - silence. Had he done something? Was it his recent discovery? Had he launched into it too quickly - given you too much information all at once? All these thoughts go through his head one after the other. He hadn't even caught what you had said, and that worried him the most: He had no clue whatsoever what you had said to him.

So it isn't long before he's practically marching towards your tent - determination in his eyes. He will find out what you had tried to tell him. He clears his throat to get your attention when he gets close enough, folding his arms over his chest in a rather defensive position. "I suppose you have a reason for running off like that whilst speaking to me?" He questions, quite tensely. As you begin to shakily explain your feelings for him, his arms drop to his sides again.

He's very pleasantly surprised to learn that the only reason you ran off mid-conversation was due to embarrassment, rather than anything that he had done. He would hardly have been able to live with himself if that particular question had gone unanswered. So, he settles himself down in front of you. "Alright.. How about we try this again... With you having my full attention this time?"

Halsin

Halsin could tell by the look on your face that whatever you wanted to tell him, it was important. Of course, true to his nature, he wasn't about to force it out of you - he's much more content for you to take your time in telling him.

So, he just sits with you, in a peaceful silence, waiting for you to work up your courage to ask him. And when you finally do, Halsin can't say he's shocked by the words - it's not always easy to hide attraction or love from someone who's been alive for over three centuries. What does surprise him, however, is the fact that you're so quick to flee the encounter. Though, he finds it quite sweet that you, unlike him, still have embarassment hinging around socialising - particularly when it is centering around matters of the heart. He doesn't think any less of you for it, a skill like that takes years of practice, and he's had three hundred and fifty years to hone this skill of his.

Throughout all his life, and his many lovers, this kind of thing has happened to him only a handful of times, so it still catches him off-guard most of the time. Thankfully, he knows how to handle the situation.

He gives you some time to yourself, allowing you to collect your thoughts. He knows that if he tries to approach you too quickly, you may become more frazzled, spiral more in your mind. And that is the last thing he wants. If you two are to be with one another - which he hopes is the outcome of the situation - he wants you to have a clear head, and know what you want.

When he does decide it's the right time to go to you, the first thing he does, is ask if you are alright. "How are you faring, my heart?" He takes a chance with the nickname, and he can just about see with the way your head whips round to look at him that he's certainly caught your attention. "You seemed... Out of yourself, before. Perhaps you would like to discuss it?" He moves to sit with you then, and even as he kneels , he towers over most. "At your own pace, of course..." He offers you a smile. It's a kindhearted smile - one that you can tell is straight from his heart. You feel a little more comfortable, and though it is a slow conversation, you get there before dawn.

[daydreams-after-dark]

what are ur thoughts on members asking bf!skzmember to share y/n with them?? (seungmo would b like hell nah but lix would say sure, etc) dk i thought of this on the bus

Hi Babe!!! Thanks so much for the ask.

I'm going to break this into 2 parts, the first being who would ask your bf to share you with them, and the second being would your bf share you.

MDNI // MDNI // MDNI

Part 1 - Who would ask your boyfriend to share you with them?

All the members are dying to ask if your skz!bf will share you with them. They all wonder what you do to him to make him moan like he does. The walls are so very thin and they can hear so much. Your little sighs and pretty noises drive them wild. It's so clear in their ears that the images they conjure in their heads while they fuck into their hands is so vivid. It's almost real. Almost.

Out of all the members, I believe Hyunjin will be the first to ask if your bf will share you with him. He believes all beautiful and precious things in the world need to be experienced first hand. He needs to be immersed and connected to you.

Seungmin would also be bold enough to ask outright, and Minho would have covertly gathered intel as to whether or not he will go ahead and ask as well. I feel Minho will pick up on little cues in your behavior (to see if you'd be the type who'd be up for for it) before approaching with a proposition.

Changbin would be similiar to Minho, except he focuses on the words you and your bf use when you flirt, or in conversation. He can tell just from your conversations if you both would be open to letting him feel what it's like to have you wrapped around him.

The rest of the members? Well they secretly (well it isn't that secret when Jisung practically stares at your tits all the time), pine after you. They wait and hope that the opportunity simply falls into their laps. They'll try to create opportunities, like brush past you in the kitchen, or sit really close to you on the couch. Or Chan will flirt and act embarrassed around you 90% of time, but he wouldn't dare make a move on his girl. They just hope your bf will offer you up.

Part 2 - Who would share you?

Jisung never considered sharing you with anyone. Your his. He loves to have you all to himself. That is until another member approaches him and kinda, sorta puts the idea in his head. Wouldn't you love for the others to feel how amazing she is? Don't you want to make them jealous that you get that sweet pussy every single night? Don't you wanna watch how she looks with someone else's cock buried in her? The answer is yes. Yes he does.

Seungmin and Minho. (I've paired them up again... oops). Yes, but under very strict rules and circumstances. They both must be present and overseeing everything. There are safe words, no anal, and they can't come in you. Both Seungmin and Minho will taunt you about it later when they are punishing you.

Seungmin will goad you and tell you how pathetic the other member was, and say that you better not have enjoyed it, while brutally driving his cock into you.

Minho, on the other hand, will make you admit you enjoyed it, then he'd double down and (pretending it's punishments) and give you so much pleasure that you forget everyone else's name except Minho's.

Channie. Of course he'll share you, but he has to be certain it's what you want. "Babygirl, are you absolutely sure? You can change your mind at any moment." You nod that you want this. "Good girl." He's so thrilled that you want to do this that he cannot wipe that stupidly sexy grin off his face.

Felix. Absolutely yes. He'd actually want to join in. Both you and Felix are affectionate with everyone, so it makes sense to Felix that the affection could venture into a more pleasure focused situation. It isn't even a pre-discusses or planned thing. You and Felix are just messing around on the couch next to Hyunjin, and your hand slides over Hyunjin's leg. There's a moment of all three of you exchanging glances and then it's happening. A threesome ensues.

Changbin. I honestly think he is not a sharer. I know I have him in 3racha situations (because I am a slut for them), but if you're Binnie's, then you are his and only his. I've said it before, when he's fucking you it's intimate. He wants you to forget about the world and all your stress while he looks you in the eyes and pulls multiple orgasms from you. It's enough for both of you. Especially when he whispers nasty things in your ear or takes you from behind in a rough, urgent way.

Jeongin. Before he became Daddy Toast / Father Brioche (I've heard these titles being thrown around and love them), Baby bread felt he needed to share you while he watched. He needed to learn what you enjoyed and didn't enjoy, and so with the help of his friends (and their varied sex styles), he became very educated on a lot of things. You wondered why he didn't just do his own exploration of your body himself. But you learned that he is quite the voyeur. Even now he'll suggest he needs to see a certain position before he tries it, so he'll grab another member. Or he'll leave the door open and hope someone will venture in so he can step back and watch them fuck you. Don't be confused though, Jeongin loves having sex too. But he finds he comes a whole lot harder after he's seen you be a little slut first.

Hyunjin. Like I said above, Hyunjin believes all beautiful and precious things in the world need to be experienced first hand. So when he is asked if he'd share you with them, he takes it upon himself to set up the bedroom just right. Candles, velvet blankets, sweet back ground music, and massage oil. He wants you to show his friends just how surreal and sensual lovemaking can be. But just so you know, he is a bit of a freak, and has drilled a hole in the wall so he can watch from the next room.

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[ninibeingdelulu]

— headcanons ft. eren yaeger, armin arlet, jean kirstein, levi ackerman, sae itoshi, meguru bachira, oliver aiku, michael kaiser

How the aot and bllk boys (man for levi duh) react when they’re jealous. (Separated)

armin & meguru :

Armin's all gentle smiles and soothing words, even when jealousy eats at him inside. But that boyish gaze goes all moony and distant if he thinks someone's getting too flirty around his girl.

Meguru wears his heart on his sleeve in the most adorable way. Can't hide the wounded puppy vibes and dejected pouts whenever another guy checks you out - retreating into insecure mumbles until you shower him in reassurance and cuddles.

Both prefer dealing with jealousy through quiet clinginess. Armin starts finding every excuse to sidle up beside you, sneaking little hand-squeezes and playing footsie under tables until you're the sole target of those puppy-dog blues again.

As for Meguru, just try prying his koala-hugs off you once the green-eyed monster rears up. Trailing you room-to-room with those massive bambi eyes begging for constant little pecks and whispered affirmations that all's well.

Honestly, their reactions are so damn wholesome - making you melt into puddles over how lucky you are. Because Armin and Meguru have zero bones about baring those insecurities and need for constant validation when jealous, appealing to your nurturing instincts.

jean & oliver :

Jean's the definition of saltiness incarnate when worked up over some douchecanoe making moves. One second snapping sarcastic remarks in true wiseass style, only to deflate into petulant, brooding silences while scowling absolute daggers at the source of his ire.

Oliver radiates this aura of sneering superiority like the cocky asshole he is - until you bring another guy around the mix, that is. Then it's like watching his ego shrivel up in real-time as those cutting snide comments get more frantic and eager to impress.

Neither outright admits feeling jealous, naturally. Jean's too much of a prickly tsundere to open up like that, venting through increasingly aggressive banter and machismo overcompensation instead.

Oliver on the other hand masks his emotions behind bravado and nonchalance - until he's outright sulking like a petty bitch. Little comments about how he's "surrounded by delusional fuckboys" whenever your eyes linger too long.

But strip away those salty layers? A surprisingly clingy neediness to their flare-ups - making grabby moves and crowding in close until your full attention's back on worshipping their prowess. Jean snaking his arms around your waist or Oliver literally tugging you into his lap with smug satisfaction.

levi & michael :

Living embodiments of the 'ice cold stoicism' stereotype when jealous - seemingly nonplussed while internally simmering. But those sharp gunmetal gazes take on this menacing bite, silently peeling challengers apart with lethal intensity.

You'd never know it bugged Levi much, aside from that imperceptible twitching tic in his jaw. Not until he corners you alone in some secluded nook to silently tower over you with molten pewter embers, finally unleashing that restrained possessiveness.

As for Michael, his suave composure never slips - unless you really look for the micro warning signs. Those broad shoulders squaring up a fraction, faintly challenging pheromones wafting off his form at random passersby catching your gaze in a silent warning: 'She's mine.'

Neither demands verbal reassurances or constant affection when jealous (like they'd ever be so weak). But they crave physical reminders of ownership - whether Levi outright hoisting you against the nearest wall for frenzied, filthy claims...or Michael wordlessly seizing your collar before devouring your mouth into searing, desperate plunders of dominion.

They'll punish you later for inciting such unbecoming loss of control, of course. But for those volcanic instants, you've never felt more secure as their coveted prize to be marked and possessed at their impulse.

eren & sae :

Imagine a pair of possessive, volatile firebrands who wear jealousy like a hair-trigger aggression when set off. Because god help any poor sap who so much as breathes in your direction the wrong way when Eren or Sae's on the warpath.

Eren makes zero effort masking those raging, emerald-hot glowers whenever he's pissed over someone angling for your attention. Never one to pull punches - he'll barge over and start snapping, chest-puffing intimidation tactics like the alpha hardcase he is.

Sae, as for him, is this cool, cocky swagger on the surface over intruders. But piss him off enough, and that's when the foul-mouthed tirades rain from his laidback charisma...openly sneering about "handling the competition" while issuing blatant possessive displays.

Neither boy wastes effort on subtext or 'hints.' If jealous, they become wildly handsy and overt in staking aggressive marks - yanking your bodies flush together before ravaging any visible piece of flesh into lurid lovebites and hickies as clear 'backoff' signage.

Expect Eren and Sae busting out their filthiest dirty talk, too. Vulgar obscenities about how much their woman fucking craves every growled inch of their exclusive claim on you. How their prowess leaves zero need for any other paltry admirers in your orbit...right as they crowd you deeper into some poor sap's periphery. Absolute savagery.

[misslavenderlady]

How the Lost Boys are with hugs 🤗💕

Whether it's giving hugs or getting them, the boys each have their own unique reactions to the act of hugging.

David 🖤

He enjoys enticing others into coming to him. Loyalty and companionship mean the world to him, and he loves showing others just what he can offer them. Usually, his go-to secret weapon is the power of touch. After all, he couldn't stop putting his arm around Michael.

Despite his intimidating appearance, David can be quite affectionate. If you ask for a hug, he's more than happy to provide it. He can't fight the smirk on his face as he holds his arms out wide, commanding for you to come to him. He'll gently wrap his arms around your body, patting your back with one hand and running his fingers through your hair with the other. He'll whisper promises to keep you safe and let you know he'll take the best care of you. It's all a part of his game of wrapping you in his web.

Here's the thing. Although David is smug and cunning when you need a hug from him, he's quite the opposite when you're the one who says he needs a hug. If you go up to him and give him a hug without warning, he'll be shocked. Maybe even a little offended that you dared to touch without permission. But if you say something sweet like "I don't think you're a monster, David" or "it's okay. I want to help you feel better" then he's gonna turn into a big softie.

He's very lonely deep down. He'd be nothing without his boys, and he's always wanting to grow the family, just like Max was. Like father, like son. The problem is that with people like Star and Michael, he has to get them with deception and control. He's afraid they'll leave him otherwise, though he would never admit it. If you were to willingly give your love, especially with a hug, he's going to absolutely melt.

One bonus thing is that his coat is quite soft and warm. If you go in for a hug, then you're getting an extra blanket too.

~~~~~

Marko 💚

The best way to describe Marko's relationship with hugs is how a spicy, feral kitten acts when it first meets a human. If he doesn't know you well, he is throwing hands if you try to hug him. He'll punch, scratch, yell, maybe even hiss if you try to touch him.

It takes him a while to trust people. Like....a LONG while. He's David's second in command, and insanely clingy towards him, Dwayne and Paul. If he feels like someone is trying to intrude on their gang and try to get too buddy-buddy, he's not having it. He won't even speak to you, let alone accept a hug.

Now on the other hand, if he IS friends with you, then he goes from feral cat to purring kitty. He loves to nuzzle your neck when getting a hug. Giggles if you do the same with him. Marko also likes to massage you while giving a hug. Rubbing your back, kneading your hips, just adding a little extra special attention to make it special.

So long as you're patient with him, it's so worth it in the end to get a hug from the guy. Just be understanding if he doesn't do it too often. It takes a lot out of him, so he'll usually opt for a side hug instead.

~~~~~

Dwayne ❤️

Kind of similar to Marko. If Dwayne doesn't know you well, you are NOT allowed to touch him. He'll stare you down with daggers in his eyes as a way to warn you to stay away from him. Same goes for his boys. If you don't know the gang and you try to hug one of them, he's going to step in as their personal bodyguard to make sure you don't get near them.

That's not to say it's impossible to get him to put his walls down. Quite the opposite, really. Dwayne's an excellent judge of character, and can figure out quite easily whether you're friend or foe. If he ends up seeing that you're not a threat and that you just want affection, then he's switching off his guard dog mode.

He's incredibly welcoming with hugs. Dwayne will hold you close, making sure to be gentle with you. He'll be more than happy to lift you up into his arms and let you wrap your legs around him. Go full koala mode on this boy, and he will not mind in the slightest. He actually thinks clinginess is incredibly cute.

Dwayne is also big on cuddling if he's in a bad mood and needs some T.L.C. to feel better. If you offer a hug, he's going full lap dog on you. Laying on your chest, your lap, whatever you offer. He'll wrap his strong arms around you and keep you in place so he can feel the warmth of your hugs. Also, if you play with his hair, he'll immediately fall in love with you.

~~~~~

Paul 💙

Paul is the biggest love muffin of the group. He's also the most handsy. He doesn't need any formal introductions for welcoming a hug. In fact, he's probably going to greet you the first time WITH a hug rather than a traditional handshake. If he thinks you're cute, he's going in with open arms and a big, goofy grin.

He love to lift others up into the air and spin them around before giving them a squeeze. He's just got so much energy built up, and is more than happy to share some love. If he's attracted to you, prepare to get some extra intimate touches too. Paul doesn't believe in "look, but don't touch".

Prepare to rarely get a moment of peace to yourself. The thing about Paul is that he's a little bit clingy due to attachment issues. He's very affectionate because in his human life, he didn't get the love he desperately needed in his life. He was surrounded by pain and cruelty, and he doesn't want that for the pack mates he cares so deeply for. He's scared he'll lose that love if he doesn't express if often.

Giving him a hug is wonderful, but using words of affirmation to show your love and adoration are even better. Things like "It's okay. I'm not going anywhere, I promise" may even get him a little emotional. But it's okay. He's the kindest one in the gang, and he'll return the love you give.

[yourlittlebunnyy]

kind hearted -tamlin x reader

masterlist - honeyed flower

this can be read alone, but i suggest reading honeyed flower before!

summary: Tamlin proves that his heart is pure.

warnings: super cute and fluffy

wc: 2.8k

Tamlin is the High Lord of the Spring Court, a place where fairies reside, yet in five hundred years he has never seen any, until... a few days ago.

He can't get you and your wings, your face and your joyful, selfless personality out of his head. You even gave him a kiss on the cheek, making him feel like a little kid struggling with his first crush, and damn, it sure wasn't like that.

A rush of awe curls the wrinkles in his forehead into a grimace. You're making him weak, and he barely knew you.

He tosses and turns in bed, unable to sleep, and it's your fault. He sits at the end of the bed, elbows resting on his legs and hands holding his face. With a sigh, he gets up and gets dressed.

The night is silent, and the only light available to him is the moon, which makes his horse's coat glow a shimmering white. It reminds him of your wings.

He retraces his steps, surrounded by silence and little else. To enter the village he must get the approval of the Village Chiefs, who note whether he has a pure heart. He thinks hard about what to do.

Tamlin is not sure he owns it, after all the things he has done, the people he has hurt. But you told him his heart is pure, that the trees themselves told you so.

Yeah, he thinks puffing out a laugh to himself, you talk to the trees. It's so surreal that he wonders if he didn't dream it, but he chases the thought away when he sees the small valley and flowers as big as trees in the distance. He keeps riding for a while, and when the trees thin out completely, he decides to dismount and proceed on foot.

Your village is just as beautiful and fragrant as he remembered, and his gaze points directly to your flower, the scent of thick honey in the air seems to call to him even though he cannot see it in this darkness. Fortunately, a few fireflies illuminate the area.

He notices the first two flowers, the tallest ones, those of your Village Chief. He remembers what you told him the first time you saw each other; he remembers everything all too well. He sees the figures of two elderly fairies resting and wonders if he hasn't made a mistake. Everyone is clearly asleep and he doesn't want to disturb them, fearing mainly that he will arouse annoyance and not be admitted.

Just as he turns to retrace his steps, an elderly male voice, inspiring sagacity and wisdom, speaks. He almost gets a deja-vu of how you met.

"Who are you, boy?" He says, and sleep leaves clear marks on the fairy's face. Tamlin watches him and does not speak. He, too, possesses wings, but not as beautiful as yours. His seem graying and bear clear signs of his age. His face, though old, is still beautiful. However, he does not seem to appreciate his silence.

"Are you a visitor?" He asks testily, flapping his large wings only a couple of times to cushion the descent from his flower. He keeps his tone low so as not to wake the rest of the village, but another fairy, the other Village Chief, seems to wake up anyway.

"I am Tamlin. The High Lord of this Court." He says confidently, the authoritative High Lord tone. He just hopes it's the right thing to do. Maybe they'll let him in anyway, given his notoriety, without looking at his heart.

"Well, we are the Village Chiefs. I'm Dina, and this is Finn. What are you doing here, boy?" Tamlin is surprised by their words. It's as if they just don't recognize his figure, he wants to retort that he could kill them all, but in the end what would change for him? They did nothing but talk to him as if he were their equal. Maybe he doesn't mind so much, freeing himself from social constructs.

"I just happened to be here by accident, I was riding with my horse." He shifts and with his chin points to the animal tied to a tree not too far away. The two fairies watch it open-mouthed, as if they had never seen such a thing. Similar to your reaction the first time you saw it, he thinks, have you never seen horses in your life?

They recover a few moments later, their gaze back on him. They seem to have noticed his little lie, or maybe the trees have told them, but they say nothing.

"If you want to enter our village, we will have to establish that your heart is pure." Finn says with a hand on his chin. "I'll go and get things ready.

Entertain the visitor, dear." Dina nods. And with that, the fairy leaves his sight as he enters the dark forest, a handful of fireflies following him. Perhaps he is able to speak to them as well.

He feels the female's gaze on him, and he keeps his face high and proud, despite the agitation eating him inside. What if he is not as pure as you told him? What if he can never see you again?

"And so, you are here tonight because you found our village by chance?" The fairy's voice is accusatory, her wings seem to open even wider, proud.

Tamlin nods as he looks into her eyes. Fae often felt intimidated by such a thing, but she didn't seem to pay too much attention to it.

And anyway, his wasn't completely a lie. He had indeed found you and your village by accident. Just not tonight. Dina raises an eyebrow. Tamlin wonders if crossing his hands to his chest would be appropriate, but the fairy goes away before he can do so.

Tamlin does not know what to do now that he is alone. He keeps looking in the direction of your flower as if among the darkness you might pop out at any moment.

A figure does indeed make space, but its silhouette does not match yours. Is it Dina, who has returned with a... big leaf?

"Here." She hands him what he recognizes to be a palm leaf. What on earth are palm trees doing in the Spring Court? He grabs it and twirls it between his fingers, his eyebrows furrowed. Dina seems to notice his confusion.

"It will be used to cover you during the ritual." Tamlin squints. You didn't tell him that he must be naked, and you especially didn't tell him that his only garment, if you can call it that, would be a leaf from a palm tree.

"Don't make that face, boy. You'll be alone, maybe." At this point he is even more confused and only wishes someone would explain to him how this blessed ritual takes place. Finn returns a few moments later, more tired than before. Dina greets him by supporting him with her arms, bringing him close to his flower and making sure he goes up without a problem. She whispers something in his ear and places a kiss on his forehead before returning to him.

"Finn is tired. I will lead you." Without waiting for an answer she slips through the trees, and the fairy's fireflies now wander around Dina. Tamlin follows her without a word.

They walk for a few minutes until they come to a small expanse in the trees. How did he not notice it before?

He looks around and admires the landscape. His eyes become hungry for that atmosphere. It is a dream. He never realized that his court could contain so much beauty. He wonders if at this moment he is being blessed by Mother herself.

The trees have the gaps between the bark glowing, making them look ethereal. The small empty space in the center is covered with a carpet of flowers that seems to glow in the same way as the trunks and roots. And kneeling in it is you. Dressed only in a light, short white robe, there is you.

Dina called you as she was going to get the leaf. You would have liked to sleep, but she shook your flower making you annoyed.

"Don't touch my flower!" You say coming down as if the petals were a slide, you love doing that. Dina rolls her eyes, visibly sleepy like you. Fairies need more sleep than other species, or they tend to get either nervous or stupid. It is also why they are so secretive - they are not particularly productive in society.

"A visitor is waiting for you in the Pool of Purity for the ritual." She simply tells you, then disappears toward her flower. You sigh, but are happy nonetheless. It is strange to have two visitors arrive in such a short time, Tamlin and now this stranger. Or maybe - your wings have a spasm - you lengthen your steps to the small secret clearing and find no one. Maybe Dina has gone to get whoever is here.

You kneel on the fresh dewy grass and set to work: the sooner you complete the ritual, the sooner you can return to the softness of your flower. You place your flattened palms on the cool earth and begin to hum a prayer for the Mother. The trees begin to glow with magic that fades from pink to purple to blue, and expands to the center of the clearing, covering it with small, colorful flowers that are also overflowing with energy.

You are focused on your little prayer that you don't even turn to look when you hear Dina speaking to the visitor.

"I leave you in the hands of our sweetest Y/n. She will guide you through the ritual, otherwise she will escort you back to the border." And with these last words, she leaves.

Only now do you raise your head, your hands still in the blades of grass that have now turned blue. Your breath catches in your throat and your body stiffens at the sight of Tamlin. So he kept his word and came back! He offers you a big smile, and careless of having left the prayer in half, you jump up and run to hug him. This time he is prepared and promptly reciprocates the affection-filled squeeze, his hands on your hips as he inhales your honey-sweet scent. Your wings quiver as you hold him even tighter. You are sad as you part, and a small pout wrinkles your nose. Tamlin chuckles as he turns the leaf over in his fingertips.

"So you will be my guide, Y/n." You offer him a joyful smile as you hop back to kneel where you were before, resting your hands on your thighs you watch him. He is so beautiful with all the colors reflected on his face, so magical.

"I'm very excited, TamTam! I think all you have to do is undress and lie down on the bed of flowers.

The trees will give their final verdict when they are ready." Tamlin looks at you. You can tell by his glance that he is slightly embarrassed.

"Okay, I'll go behind that tree while you change. You make yourself comfortable!" With a graceful movement you stand up and give him his space, and as he changes he feels his heartbeat calm down. If the trees determine his purity, and not the Village Chiefs, then he has nothing to worry about.

You come back out of your hiding place after a couple of minutes and find Tamlin lying down, his arms behind his head revealing his sculpted chest. He looks like a statue from how perfect he is. Your gaze wanders over his body with curiosity, a slight blush covers your cheeks, and Tamlin chuckles when he sees your pupils dilate, he feels your eyes on him as if they're branding him.

"Now... now I'll proceed." You're slightly awkward, and Tamlin can't help but wonder if this is the first time you've done this. Or that you've seen a naked man.

You kneel in the same spot and place your palms on the ground, just as you were before he came. Tamlin is about to speak, but you block him with a hand sign.

"Show respect, Tamlin." You warn him in a serious tone that he has never heard on you. You feel a little guilty, so you add, "and please extend your arms down your body or the roots won't be able to catch you."

"What?"

"Shhh" You shush him once more. Silence is restored again, and for a few minutes the only audible sound is the forest. Then you start chanting a prayer and Tamlin does not recognize the words, but he recognizes the language. It is the ancient language of the Fae, long since forgotten. How do you know it? No, how do the fairies know it?

The problem he has just posed fades when he feels something touch him basically all over, from his neck to his feet. He opens the eyes he didn't even realize he had closed. Luminescent roots are pinning him to the ground. What the hell? Is this by any chance a trap?

He tries to struggle, but it's too late, and whatever prayer you're reciting is blocking all his powers. He watches you, your eyes closed and your lips whispering ancient and long-forgotten words. All this time you have been luring him to you with your perfect face and those inviting wings only to do what, kill him? Tamlin feels bitterness in his mouth.

You open your eyes after the trees inform you that something is wrong. You look at Tamlin trying to free himself from the roots and squint, it's a miracle you didn't pull your hands off the ground or you would have interrupted the ritual.

"Tam! Stop immediately or all this will be for nothing!" You say alarmed. He looks at you coldly, anger and rancor in his eyes. You don't understand, wasn't this what he wanted? Maybe it's your fault, you're doing something wrong. Your eyes become glossy.

"Are you trapping me?" He asks. Everything is clearer to you now; you giggle when you realize what all the fuss was about. He thought you were trying to hurt him!

"No, silly." Laughter shakes your shoulders. "The roots will reach to your heart, to listen to it. They won't hurt you!" Tamlin mentally calls himself a fool.

You smile at him one last time before closing your eyes again and resuming your chants.

After minutes, or maybe hours, the roots finally begin to recede and your prayers cease. You take your hands off the earth and thank Mother one last time. You get up, stretching your legs and yawning. The sun is rising and the other fairies are probably waking up now. Tamlin stands up, supporting the leaf with one hand, and looks at you expectantly. You blush heavily and go back behind the tree.

You make your way to him toward the flower field, while meanwhile your friends have gathered in a circle to find out the verdict. You keep your chin up, proud. You have always been on their side, never on this. You take great pride for what you just did.

"I thought the ritual was over." Tamlin whispers from behind your ear. Your wings seem to shiver at that closeness.

"Not yet. Now the Village Chiefs will open the flower and tell if you possess a pure heart." You turn to him and point a finger at his chest. He takes the hand you used and kisses your knuckles, smiling at you. Your eyes land on your bare feet as a lovely blush covers your cheeks.

You bring him next to Dina and Finn, who seems to have recovered, and they put Tamlin between them.

You retrace your steps to the small clearing where you performed the ritual and grab the taller flower that sprang up where Tamlin once lay. More than flower, a bud.

And when the two Village Chiefs make it bloom, then the color of its petals will tell whether he can enter or not.

You place it in Dina's hands and stand beside her. Your heart is pounding even if you already know that Tamlin has a pure heart. You are also happy that the Village Chief fairy trusted you so much that she gave you such a complex task.

Also, you feel useful! This is one of the few rituals you can do without a mate.

Dina begins to blow on it, murmuring a pleading prayer to the Mother, and then passes the sprout to Finn, who does the same. Finally it reaches the hands of Tamlin, who holds it uncertain of what to do. He meets your gaze in a question, and you smile at him, nodding, indicating that everything is going according to schedule.

The flower slowly blooms, revealing a beautiful rose -- white.

You laugh ecstatically and run to hug Tamlin, who is initially confused, but after your gesture understands he has passed the ritual. The Village Chiefs offer him a little bow and as if by instinct he reciprocates, one hand still clasped in yours and the other holding the lovely flower between his fingers.

The crowd of fairies thins out, the Village Chiefs themselves leave to begin their day, and it remains just you and Tamlin in the flower field.

"What does it mean if the flower is white?"

"Not only is your heart pure, TamtTam, but kind. You are kind hearted. And you did so well!" You exclaim, your eyes glistening with happiness. The wings must have twitched as many times as the fingers on your hands. He smiles sweetly at you.

"What now?" He asks you. You stare at him for a while and think about what is missing to show him: unfortunately nothing, you already showed him everything a few nights ago. Just as you're oing to pout, Violet and Spring appear from behind a flower, making you squeal excitedly. You jump and keep touching Tamlin's arm to get his attention, and when you have it, you point to a burgundy-red flower.

"Look, TamTam. Those are the little animals I told you about, the two fawns! Do you want to meet them?" And how could Tamlin say no, when you look at him with those big bunny eyes.

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